Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created in Glee. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is being intended. However, all original characters belong to me.

A/N: Nothing much to say, little bummed out about season finale (the episode was good, just bummed its over) and now we have to wait three – four months for season 4, so bummed, but hopefully this summer I won't be to pre occupied to keep up with this story. Not as long as other chapters, but holds a major plot twist, enjoy.

I am working on the parallel Faberry story at the moment, not sure when it will be posted though.

Now, for anyone who is reading this who happens to be from or near or know anyone from Ohio, if I make a geography mistake, I am sorry. I am from Texas, so the whole concept of being able to travel around a state and get to all the major cities in a few hours, still confuses me even when I lived in NYC for 4 years.

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Title: Closer

Rating: T – language

Summary: The decisions we make, mold us every day for the rest of our lives. It is these decisions that have led Brittany and Santana down to another crossroads together. Can Santana, will Santana's decision change Brittany's life forever.

Chapter 4

WHEN DEVELOPING THE LAST MINUTE PLANS for the makeshift get-together, Santana had never been more thankful for living in Cleveland, Ohio, than she did now. Still after seven years Lima had yet to expand outside of BreadStix, a few other moderately popular restaurants, and bars. She had ended up choosing one of the more sanitary Lima Heights dive bars, for the last minute gathering. Santana sat tapping her heeled foot, mentally counting down the hours till 'Asian Fusion's' opening night. This town was due for an adequate, modern, and healthy place to eat. She made eye contact with another of the 'party attendees'.

"Where the fuck, have you been!" Santana shimmied along the table of the circular corner booth. Legs still hidden bent forward she hugged the peroxide blond with the perfectly styled 'sex hair'. "Where's the hobbit?"

"Nice, real nice, S." Quinn laid a chaste kiss atop Santana's high cheekbone. "How much have you had to drink?""

"I resent that, and only one glass. Thank you."

Quinn maneuvered herself into the booth; she smoothed out the back of her dark floral cocktail dress, always the one to avoid wrinkles. "Rachel – is parking the car." Santana quirked her brow in confusion, Quinn could only nod. "I know, but she insisted." She bit at her bottom lip, and laughed the memory. "'Twenty-five dollar, valet parking is highway robbery. You find Artie, Brittany, and Santana. I will find the ideal parking spot with Noah.' Puck, is about to kill her." Quinn sighed before looking around the bar. "Where is the honorary couple for this little get together?"

She gave her friend one last quick hug before taking a seat "They insisted on buying the first round. I told her 'no', but she just sat in Wheel's lap and had him go with her over to the bar." Santana snickered, Quinn grinned. They both missed that blond dancer more than life itself. "I have missed you so much, even mini-Barbara."

"Oh Rach, will be sorry she missed that little nickname." Quinn's face became serious. "How is she?"

There was a pause between the women. Santana had no idea where to start, if it was even her place to say anything at all. It was not her body, but she was her best friend. "Not good, well, she's okay, I guess, a lot better than last time." Santana fiddle with her cloth napkin. She watched the perfect manicured hand grab her wrist, it gave a light squeeze. "She isn't telling everything. So, I was thinking we could get Artie a little tipsy, have Puck drive him home, and take Britt back to your place and have a heart to heart with her. You know girl talk."

"Santana—you can't be serious."

"What it worked last time."

"Last time, last time you just showed up for a visit without telling Rachel or I, and she just happened to there. That's what happened last time."

"Semantics…"

"Santana, you need to stay arms length, Artie is suffering just as much as Brittany. You need to remember that." Quinn squeezed the Latina's wrist once more. "This, what we are doing right now, this will help, and when she is ready she will talk with us about 'everything,' you of all people should know that."

"I just want her happy." Santana's attention now focused at the bar. She watched Brittany set the waitresses tray of drinks atop Artie's head. She watched Artie's irritated, but loving stare on Brittany.

The two women may have met during their freshman year Cheerio tryouts, but Santana considered Quinn to be her closest friend aside from Brittany. So, why not give the woman the title role of oldest. After all, Brittany would forever be the best, together or not. It was Rachel, Santana assessed, who took on the role as unexpected. Though, she would take it to her grave, Rachel was a friend by conveyance. Quinn knew when and how hard to push. Santana knew this was one of those times.

Santana continued to look in the direction of the young couple. She could hear monotone yip in the background, spurring on question after question. "What," asked Santana when the confused look crossed her face?

"I said, how are you?" Rachel pulled Santana into a hug. She made a face. "Make that face all you want, I know you are happy to see me, as well." Rachel squeezed before she let go of the ex-cheerleader. "Go help Artie, Puck."

"I just sat down!" He was met with three separate glares. Puck glowered at Quinn. "Fine, fine, you know I'm your business partner, not her personal chauffer, errand boy, or top-shelf grabber." Puck continued to grumble his way towards the bar, the three women could barely make out, "Stay best-friends with my baby's mama and this is what I get—"

Santana gave a curious look to her two remaining friends. "I have only asked, Noah to help with a few things since we arrived! He is over reacting," huffed with a pout Rachel, she sat sliding next to Quinn.

"Quinn! Rachel! Yay, what took you so long?" squealed Brittany. She bent over the table taking both women in a large bear like hug. "I missed you! You're really here to stay?"

THE TWO MEN AND FOUR WOMEN laughed amongst themselves. Each downed their third shot then placed the empty glass atop the covered tray. Puck rapped his long arm around both Quinn and Rachel he gave the women a squeeze, and followed it with a dopey smile.

There had been a very quiet conversation at the beginning of the night over the reason for this gathering. Brittany revealed to Puck, Quinn, and Rachel the reason for the recent distance from all her friends. The doctor's visits, their few months of trying, and finally after a more alcohol consumption she revealed to her revealed to her friends, her attention focused on Santana. She told her friends what she had revealed to Santana earlier that morning. Brittany spoke of the tests that had revealed, she was the reason for Artie and her inability to have children. What had happened in New York fifteen months ago, had only been the catalyst to reveal an underlying hereditary issue found in Brittany's father's side of the family.

All the time she held tight to Artie's, his touched the best support and encouragement for what was being said.

Puck rose from the booth. He eyed Artie. It was time for the 'women folk' to start their heart to heart. "Come on Artie, lets hand these over and grab another round, and maybe some food to go with it?"

"Yeah, yeah good idea," he squeezed Brittany's hand, and gave a soft smile to Quinn, Rachel, and Santana as a thank you. "We'll be back."

Artie rolled off followed by Puck.

"Brittany, I am so, so sorry." Rachel took hold of Brittany's free hand she grasped it with as much love as she could give.

Brittany smiled tears formed at the brim of her eyes. "The doctor—I don't want you or anyone sad. Not now, not ever me and Artie," Rachel cringed at the miss use of grammar, "we will get through this, and we will have the family we have dreamed of, and we will—,"

"I'll do it," spoke Santana.

Silence.

The women stared at a spot on table the two 'New Yorkers' avoided the blond dancer. Rachel stared at Quinn. She could knock the sense back into the Latina.

"Santana—," Quinn spoke.

"Do what?" interrupted Brittany.

What was there to think about? Santana loved that woman, if she was not able to be with her the way she had dreamed back in high school. She would help give Brittany the one thing in this world she always wanted, and Santana knew she would be amazing with, a child. "Have your baby. Britt, I'll do it. Have your baby."

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