"How haven't you seen that movie?" Brittany laughed. "I'm homeless and I've seen it!" She added with a smile.

Santana raised an eyebrow at her, as a small smile covered her face. "Trying to one up me eh?" She teased. "Fine, I'll see the movie, ummmm, we can see if it's in the RedBox machine."

"You don't have to buy it." Brittany shook her head.

"Rent, and it's only like two dollars." Santana shrugged. "How about we have a movie night, and I'll catch up on all the movies that you've seen and I haven't." She suggested.

"We don't have to do that." Brittany replied quietly. "I was just making conversation, I don't want you to spend anymore money on us."

"Well, I want a movie night, and I win". Santana smiled. "How about you're in charge of making popcorn, and nachos, oh and cookies!"

"Junk foodie?" Brittany teased. " And why do you win?"

"Something like that." Santana smiled. "Because…" She tapped the steering wheel with her thumbs while she tried to think of a reason. "Don't look at me while I think, that's so cheating." She laughed. "Seriously, we can watch movies, it's not a big deal, do you know your way around the kitchen?" She asked as they reached a red light.

"I can handle some snacks." Brittany nodded with a small smile, feeling more and more like her old self being around Santana, every minute.

"Sweet, let's get shopping." Santana winked and continued heading to the grocery store.

Once they parked and Brittany got Kenadee situated in the seat of the cart they made their way through the store, Santana had her list in her hand studying it carefully. "If you see something you want, just toss it in." She stated casually.

"Whatever you normally buy for yourself is fine." Brittany told her. "We are used to eating scraps, trust me we aren't picky."

Santana glanced up at her, noticing how blue Brittany's eyes looked, a much brighter blue than she'd noticed on her before. She stopped walking and turned to face her completely. "Can I call you Brit?" She asked with a small smile.

"Sure." Brittany nodded.

She nodded as well. "Brit, listen, I want you comfortable okay? I want you to feel relaxed at my penthouse, I know it's weird for you, but try, okay? I told you I'm not doing this because I feel sorry for you, I just want to help you."

Brittany ran her fingers through Kenadee's hair, smiling at the bright headband with the white flower Santana bought her at the department store they were at previously. The first stop for the day was Santana taking the pair shopping, she bought Kenadee a number of pairs of jeans, sweaters, long sleeve shirts, sweatshirts, and tshirts. She got her Uggs in three different colors, two pairs of sneakers, winter boots, and three different winter coats. She then bought Brittany a number of clothing items as well, much to her protests. They changed in the department store fitting room, while Santana paid for everything.

"Seriously, whatever you buy is fine." Brittany told her, picking up the Barbie doll that Kenadee dropped and handing it back to her.

Santana smirked. "So if I say I only eat cream herring and pickles, then what?"

"Then that's what Kenadee and I will eat." Brittany smiled.

"Come on, Brit." Santana laughed. "Please, humor me a little and get at least one thing you really want." She added, waving to a few young girls that were clearly fans, and kept staring at her.

"Fine." Brittany nodded. "Well, I used to love Greek yogurt, blueberry Greek yogurt, and cookie butter with graham crackers, those were my favorite snacks."

"Sweet, you're in luck. I have a cookie butter fetish and it's on my list." Santana showed her the list that had cookie butter underlined with a big star next to it. "If it's your favorite, we need two jars." She laughed. "I spread it on so much."

They walked through the store, Santana grabbing everything on her list, encouraging Brittany to add in whatever she wanted if she liked a different flavor. Kenadee pointed out some cookies and other snacks that caught her eye, asking Santana shyly, who would lock eyes with Brittany, who would either shake her head no or nod it was okay. Once they finished shopping, with Santana spending more on groceries than she probably ever had, they headed back to the penthouse since Kenadee was falling asleep in the car. They doorman arranged for some of the workers to help them with their bags up to the penthouse, while Brittany laid Kenadee down on the couch, pulling her boots off.

While they unloaded the groceries, Brittany heard Santana singing a song quietly, repeating the same part over and over. "Is that a new song?" She asked closing the fridge and leaning back on the door.

Santana nodded. "Yeah, I can't get this part down." She shook her head.

"Sounds good so far." Brittany smiled and grabbed an orange.

"Oh, so you like oranges...in the grocery store, you said you didn't care if we got them or not." Santana teased with a smile.

"It's hard for me to ask for things." Brittany told her blushing and setting it down. "I appreciate everything you're doing..I just..."

Santana sat down on the stool next to her and handed Brittany the orange she set down. "Accepting help doesn't make you any less of a person, asking for help is sometimes the first step, the hardest step, but it's the first. "

Brittany peeled it slowly. "How about I cook dinner tonight, so I feel like I'm not mooching off of you. My grandmother has an amazing recipe for lasagne that I know, if you like it, that is."

Santana's eyes lit up. "I love lasagne, but tonight I'm having dinner guests, so don't worry about cooking."

"Oh, well Kenadee and I will stay in the room, no worries." Brittany smiled. "I should have asked if you had plans first..."

Santana laughed and watched Brittany section apart the orange before picking one up and eating it. My parents come over once a month for dinner, my mom cooks and everything, you don't have to hide in the room, you never will have to hide in the room as long as you stay. Don't ever think that you will have to." Santana added sternly. "I already talked to my mom, she knows that you and Kenadee are here, and she's excited to meet you."

"Oh ok." Brittany smiled nervously.

"She's an amazing cook, so get ready to pig out with me and my dad." Santana laughed. "My parents won't judge you, they don't care about your past, and won't ask. I told my mom I met you at the kitchen I run, just to get that minor detail out of the way."

"Should I help, like make something for dinner?" Brittany asked. "I can make a dessert."

"You don't have to." Santana shook her head. "But if it'll make you feel more comfortable then sure."

"It would." Brittany admitted. "Do your parents like anything specifically?"

Santana snagged another section of Brittany's orange and popped it in her mouth. "My mom isn't a big sweets eater, so she'll eat a little of about anything, but my dad loves chocolate cake."

"Consider it done." Brittany nodded to her. "So did you want some of my orange?" She teased when she saw Santana reach for another piece.

"I'm just trying to help you get more comfortable." Santana laughed. "I'm going to work on my song in my my music room, make yourself at home." She hopped off the stool and smiled at Kenadee on the couch before walking back towards her bedroom.

Brittany watched her walk away and picked up another piece of her orange. "I hope I remember how to make a chocolate cake."

"This one is red, and this one is blue." Kenadee told Mr. Lopez as she pointed out the color blocks to the elder man.

"I thought it was green?" He asked holding up the blue block with a smile.

"No." Kenadee laughed and picked up the green block. "This one is green."

"She's certainly smart." Mrs. Lopez smiled at the interaction and went back to chopping up onions and peppers. "You've done a great job with her." She told Brittany.

"Thank you." Brittany replied softly. "I, um, I don't think her education should be stifled because of our situation. I've done whatever I can to teach her."

"It's very admirable of you." Mrs. Lopez smiled. "Santanita, please start sauteing chicken, por favor."

"Si mami." Santana took another sip of her wine and grabbed the bowl of meat off the counter.

"So Santanita tells me you're from Arizona?"

Brittany looked up from frosting her cake. "Yes ma'am, I lived there until I was nineteen, then I moved here."

"Quite the climate change, how do you like New York?" Mrs. Lopez asked, tossing the bowl of cut up vegetables into the sizzling skillet.

Brittany set the bowl down and looked at the older woman, who Santana looked exactly like, she was wearing a pair of black slacks, a white collared shirt, with a pale pink cardigan sweater, she had her hair pinned up high, and a pair of black glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. Brittany noticed who Santana stared at her in such adoration and respect whenever she spoke. She would jump everything her mother called her name and did whatever she asked her too. Santana seemed smitten with her father too, who picked her up and spun her around in a big hug the moment he walked in the penthouse. Brittany saw the love between the three of them and remembered how close she once was with her parents.

"New York has had it's ups and downs." Brittany replied. "I'm still standing, so I'm making it through this concrete jungle of a city."

Santana glanced at her and smiled. "You're more than just standing, you're crawling and moving forward again."

"I haven't done anything." Brittany shook her head. "This is all of your stuff."

Mrs. Lopez said something to Santana in Spanish lowly, while pointing to the skillet, Santana nodded and added more seasoning. "Si mami, I got it." Santana replied softly.

"You've done something." Mrs. Lopez stated, carefully moving her vegetables around in the skillet. "You accepted help from Santanita, you trusted her to help you."

Brittany glanced at Santana. "She was pretty persistent."

"Yes she is." Mrs. Lopez nodded. "You seem pretty persistent yourself, you could have given up."

"I can't give up." Brittany shook her head. "Kenadee doesn't deserve that."

"You don't either." Santana told her, locking eyes with her.

Mrs. Lopez smiled. "That cake looks amazing, maybe in your stay you can teach my daughter to make a cake." She laughed. "She's not the best baker, her cakes seem to always fall."

Santana looked up quickly. "I can bake." She said defensively.

Brittany laughed at their interaction when the elder Lopez woman winked at her daughter. "Santanita bakes just fine." Mr. Lopez smiled, walking in the kitchen with Kenadee standing on his feet holding his leg tightly.

"Kenadee, sweetheart, don't climb all over him." Brittany chastised her gently.

"It's fine, I offered." Mr. Lopez waved Brittany off. "I've been waiting on a grandkid to play with, but it's taking a little longer that I expected."

"Arturo." Mrs. Lopez snapped lowly.

"What Maria?" He replied. "I'm just saying." Brittany noticed Santana's body stiffen at the mention of grandchildren, but continued frosting her cake instead. "Can we lick the bowl?" He then asked. Brittany smiled and handed him the near empty bowl of homemade frosting she made. He sat down, with Kenadee in his lap and laughed heartily when she stuck her little hand in the bowl right away and scooped some chocolate in her mouth.

10pm

"Your parents are awesome." Brittany smiled, sitting down on the couch next to Santana, who was sipping a glass of champagne.

"Yeah, they are. I'm lucky to have them, they really liked you." Santana nodded. "They loved the chocolate cake." She smiled.

"I really like them too." Brittany nodded. "Your dad is funny, and he was so good with Kenadee."

Santana took another long sip of her champagne. "He loves kids." She added softly before finishing her glass. "Is Kenadee all settled in bed?"

Brittany nodded. "Yes, sorry I didn't help you with the kitchen."

Santana waved her off. "Don't worry about it, Kenadee is more important than a few dirty dishes." She slid a glass in front of Brittany. "Drink?" When Brittany nodded, Santana sat up and poured her a glass before refilling her own.

"Can I ask you a question?" Brittany asked.

Santana nodded. "Sure." She turned to face Brittany.

"Why me?"

"What do you mean?" Santana asked.

"You must see tons of people at the kitchen, some with worse bruises than I had a few days ago...why did you chose to help me?" Brittany asked, taking a sip of her champagne.

"I don't know." Santana shrugged. "You're special Brittany, something about you jumped out at me, I can't explain it, but I know you were meant to come in the kitchen that day, we were meant to meet, I'm meant to help you."

"So you believe in fate?" Brittany asked.

Santana nodded. "Yeah, things happen for a reason." She picked up her glass of champagne and knocked it back quickly. "I'm going to head to bed, do you want me to put the fire out, or can you handle it?"

"I got it." Brittany told her. "I think I'm going to relax out here for a little bit longer, is that okay?"

"Of course." Santana replied as she stood up. "Again...if you need anything just come to my door." She smiled. "Good night."

Brittany watched her pick up her glass and champagne bottle and head to her bedroom. She lifted her glass and took another sip before standing up and going to stare out the window at the view, the snow was starting to fall again, making the view look spectacular. Brittany, who was in a sweatshirt and yoga pants now. Her thoughts drifted to her teenage years, memories of being around her parents, and her brothers. She saw Santana's ipod sitting in the dock and turned it on, scrolling to Santana's debut album, she grabbed a cushion and sat on the floor with her glass of champagne and listened to her raspy voice fill the air through the speaker.

10am

Santana walked into the kitchen with the intention of immediately putting on a pot of coffee, hoping to get rid of the massive hangover she had that morning after drinking almost an entire bottle of champagne after dinner. She was leaning over the counter, staring at the coffee pot thankful that a pot was already made, a bottle of water in her hand when Brittany walked in the kitchen quietly with a bottle of aspirin; she set it on the counter next to her. She then placed a wet towel on the back of her neck.

"I heard you throwing up most of the morning." Brittany said quietly, moving the towel around her neck. She then grabbed a mug and poured coffee in it for her.

"I'm not an alcoholic." Santana said quickly.

"I didn't think you were." Brittany shrugged and slid the mug in front of her. "I think you just had too much to drink last night, it happens to everyone sometime."

Santana looked up at her and smiled weakly. "Thank you." She nodded placing her hand on the cold towel on her neck and dabbing the front of her neck with it, before placing it back down. She took the pills Brittany handed her and sat at one of the stools.

"We ate breakfast already." Brittany then told her. "Kenadee is watching a video in the bedroom, do you want me to make you breakfast?"

"You don't have to." Santana sighed while resting her head on the counter.

Brittany stared at her. "How about just toast and eggs?" She stated softly before going to the fridge and grabbing out the carton of eggs. "Do you like them scrambled? Sunny side up?"

"Sunny side up." Santana mumbled before lifting her head and lying sideways to stare at Brittany.

Brittany nodded and silently began to make breakfast for her, grabbing the small pail from under the sink when she saw Santana grow pale and jump up quickly. Brittany held the pail and rubbed her back as she emptied her stomach. She then set the eggs and toast in front of her and took the pail to the guest bathroom in the hall and rinsed it out, she peeked in at her daughter who was bouncing around while watching a cartoon, and went back to the kitchen.

Santana ate half of her food and was resting back on cool surface of the counter. "Sorry, you shouldn't have to do this right now."

Brittany stared at her. "You took me in off the street, you bought me and my daughter clothes, shoes, and coats. There's probably nothing I wouldn't do for you right now."

"I'm going to lie on the couch." She mumbled while standing up. Brittany walked over and helped her, wrapping her arm around her waist until they reached the couch. "Thank you." Santana smiled as best as she could.

"No problem." Brittany told her, tossing the blanket over her. "Do you want the TV on?"

Santana shook her head slowly, Brittany grabbed the pail and set it next to the couch, she then cleaned up the kitchen again and went to watch TV with Kenadee, leaving Santana to sleep off her hangover.

6pm

Santana was woken up from her nap by five small fingers walking over her arm, that was hanging off the couch. "Miss S'tana, we play blocks?" Kenadee asked her quietly.

"No baby, she's asleep." Brittany told her after putting a frozen pizza in the oven. "Don't wake her up. Momma will play with you."

Santana cleared her throat and sat up slowly. "I would love to play with you sweetheart, go grab them and we'll play."

Kenadee's eyes lit up and she ran to the bedroom to grab the bag off the floor. "You don't have to play with her if you still feel sick."

"It's no problem." Santana smiled. "I feel better, thank you for everything today."

Brittany nodded. "Is there a reason you drank a whole bottle of champagne?"

"My dad mentioning grandchildren is a sore spot with me, sorry." Santana told her quietly as Kenadee dragged her bag of blocks in. "It was super irresponsible with your daughter her, and it won't happen again."

"This is your house." Brittany told her.

"I know, but you're staying here as well. I want you comfortable and to feel like you're at home and safe, and to do that I don't want you to feel like me being hungover is something that will happen often." Santana told her.

Brittany stared at her. "I don't feel uncomfortable at all, and I know that Kenadee is safe here."

Santana nodded as Kenadee walked closer to her. "Here they are."

"I'm going to use the restroom quickly sweetheart, then we can play." Santana told her as she stood up. She went to her bedroom and sighed, she stared in the mirror and brushed her teeth before washing her face, she then changed into clean yoga pants and a t-shirt before walking back to the living room, where Brittany was on the floor with Kenadee building a tower. "Can I still play?" Santana asked sweetly.

"Yeah." Kenadee nodded and held up a block to her.

"I put a pizza in the oven, I figured it would help you, it was great hangover food in college." Brittany laughed.

"Thanks." Santana smiled at Brittany while she helped them build a tower. "I need to go to LA for a few days for business," She stated after a few minutes. "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, and I want you and Kenadee to come with me. You mentioned it was her birthday in a few days so I thought it would be nice to spend it in the sun."

Brittany stared at her, her eyes widened.

"I mean, you can stay here if you want. I trust you here when I'm not, but I just thought it would be nice for you both to come." Santana added, placing another block on top, before tickling Kenadee, who was standing and leaning on Brittany's knee. "A change of scenery would be good for you, for you both." She told her.

"We don't want to get in the way while you work." Brittany told her.

"You won't." Santana shook her head. "You don't have to decide right this minute, just let me know soon, and I can buy two more plane tickets, and switch my hotel room to a suite, so you two can have your own room."

"Can I sleep on it and let you know?" Brittany asked.

"Yes." Santana replied, glancing at her with a smile, she then focused on Kenadee. "Ready to knock it over?" She asked the little blonde, who nodded excitedly. Brittany stared at Santana shyly and rubbed Kenadee's back.

Thoughts?