A/N: This chapter is where we find out if Brittany wins an Emmy or not; but seeing as how I haven't watched the Emmy's in a lot of years I'm not sure if it will be accurate so I'm going to wing it. If there is something that is wrong I apologize in advance, I'll try to be as vague as possible.

Warning: Mile sexy times.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, anything mentioned, any songs, quotes, or books used.


Chapter 8: Worries Pass You By

"I don't wanna be afraid. I wanna wake up feeling beautiful… today; and know that I'm okay. Cause everyone's perfect in unusual ways. So you see, I just wanna believe in me."

-Demi Lovato; "Believe in Me" lyrics

/

Rachel and Quinn once again found themselves entertaining everyone at their place as they again watched Brittany at an award show. This time she was being recognized for her work during the last show at the annual Emmy Awards.

Everyone was on the edge of their seat as her category was announced and when her name was announced the room was filled with a mixture of cheering and shouting. Rachel was silent as she stared at the screen where Santana and Brittany were gripping each other's hands; both clearly nervous as hell.

And both looking extremely beautiful.

She had never been more proud of her friends.

"And the Emmy goes to…" the announcer called and Rachel sucked in a breath. She could tell that she wasn't the only one. "…Brittany S. Pierce," the man said and again the cheering was intense.

Quinn had never been more proud of Brittany in her life, and when the screen shot to the girl she held back a chuckle because it looked like Santana was going to pass out.

It was hilarious.

But then she was pulled back into the moment when her best friend Santana Lopez kissed her girlfriend, in front of all the people at the show; not to mention the millions of people currently watching from all around the world.

And all she could think about was how much has changed.

Santana was the same girl who didn't want to admit her feelings for Brittany out of fear of how others would react.

And Quinn was proud.

As Brittany made her way to the stage to make her speech all of her closest friends; quieted down and listened.

/

In the audience, Santana finally took a few deep breaths. It felt as though she had been holding her breath all night and she could now breathe a sigh of relief. It was finally over; and Brittany was the winner.

Her girl was a fucking Emmy Award winner.

And Santana beamed with pride as Brittany took the stage and was handed the award. And then Santana found that she was again holding her breath as Brittany started to talk.

"Hello," Brittany said into the microphone. "I just wanted to thank a few people because without them there is no way I would be standing here. First and foremost I have to thank my parents who supported my dreams in every way imaginable. Even when my dream was to be a unicorn trainer," the members of the audience laughed and Brittany laughed too. "So to mom and dad… thank you for always believing in me and supporting me; and for convincing the owners of that horse farm to put a fake horn on the horses whenever I went for riding lessons." Again there was laughter.

"I have to thank Stephen, Greg, and Cathy at my dance company for taking a chance on me when no one else would. I have to thank some of the greatest friends any girl could have as I would literally not be standing here if it wasn't for them. In fact I wouldn't have graduated high school; if it wasn't for them… so to my high school glee club, I love you guys… every single one of you. And lastly, I have to thank the girl that never stopped believing in me. She always stood up for me and never backed down, she loved me and supported me even when she was afraid of what it all meant. So to my girlfriend Santana," she met Santana's eyes and held up the Emmy. "This wouldn't have happened without you loving me so completely. I love you baby," she wiped a tear from her eye and smiled. "Thank you," and with that she turned and let the announcers guide her off the stage.

In the audience Santana was crying like a baby.

And at Rachel and Quinn's house… everyone else was right there with her.

/

After getting off the stage and going to the press room to answer a few questions Brittany had finally arrived at the bathroom where she knew Santana would be waiting. The girl had sent her a text asking to meet her in there but she hadn't even had a chance to read it.

She just knew.

As soon as she walked in she saw Santana leaning against the counter and it took her breath away.

"Sorry…. that took longer than I thought."

"It's fine," Santana said and waved her over. Once Brittany was within inches Santana looked at the amazing trophy still clutched in her hand. "Wow," she whispered and Brittany's face broke into the biggest smile.

"I know right," she said and offered it to Santana who took with a look of pure adoration on her face. As she looked over the beautiful trophy and the engraved plate on the bottom that read:

Brittany S. Pierce

Outstanding Choreography

"Wow," Santana said again and Brittany's huge smile turned into a smirk as her thoughts became naughty. There was something insanely hot about when Santana was so proud of her that she was speechless.

"You're so hot Santana," she husked.

"Me," Santana squealed. "Look at you babe… so successful, so beautiful, so graceful, and so talented," Brittany blushed slightly under the compliments. "I mean I should be thanking god that I not only get to date you… but that you love me."

"I'm the lucky one baby," Brittany said and leaned closer. As soon as their lips touched Santana moaned; and pulled her tighter with her free hand as the other one was still clutching the Emmy.

"Mm," Santana hummed against her lips. "I," kiss. "Want," kiss. "You so bad-"

"Mm, me too," Brittany hummed after breaking the kiss. And then she dragged Santana into the bathroom. When Santana was pressed up against the wall she started to feel like maybe having sex in the bathroom at an elegant award show was a bit childish…

And a bad idea.

Brittany's lips were fast at work on her neck and Santana was arching into it. Her mind may have been protesting a bit, but her body certainly wasn't.

"Babe… uh oh god," she tried and failed as Brittany started to suck on her neck. "Do-Do you think… is it," she was stammering so Brittany stopped her ministrations knowing that Santana would never get the words out with her doing what she was doing. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong… I just I feel kind of like a teenager."

"I know… it's awesome," Brittany said with the cutest grin.

"So it's not like bad or uncouth of us to be going at it like teenagers in the bathroom at a fancy award show?"

"No it's hot… so let your worries pass you by" Brittany winked and Santana instantly felt better. "Don't worry babe… this is just keeping us young and not boring," Santana laughed at that. "Now congratulate me properly."

And Santana smiled.

And then she did.

By the time they got back to their seats for the rest of the show; Brittany felt thoroughly congratulated and no one was none the wiser about what had taken place in the ladies room.

And Santana's worries were gone.

At the after party, they spent the night dancing, and drinking without a care in the world as Santana celebrated her amazing girlfriend whom she had never been more proud of.


Sawyer was staring down at the stick for as long as she could remember. She knew she had been in the bathroom for quite some time and that Noah was probably worrying a bit…

Or a lot.

But she just couldn't stop looking at the stick and what it all meant.

Finally she was broken out of her trance when she heard Noah banging on the door.

"Sawyer just come out already… we'll deal with it and it'll be fine okay," he was upset. She could tell by the tone of his voice. It was desperate and worried… and maybe a little bit anxious as well. "Look, there is nothing to be worried about I promise we'll fix this together." The knocking was happening again. "Please just come-" his words died in his throat when she finally opened the bathroom door. 'Hey it's going to be okay. We'll work it-"

"I'm not pregnant… thank god!" She cut him off and watched his face as he smiled. But before he smiled there was a slight frown and she knew that there was a part of him- and she was certain it was a big part of him- that was thoroughly disappointed and wanted this to have happened.

"Look Noah I-"

"It's fine babe," he walked away. Or he tried to walk away. He got two steps away from her when she grabbed his arm and he let her turn him around.

"It's not fine Noah… you're upset," he looked to his feet before he stuffed his hands into his pockets and shrugged. "Baby," she said with sympathy and tucked her finger under his chin forcing their eyes to meet. "Do- Do you really want this? Because I think we're not ready… I mean The Hideaway just took off, we're not financially set… I mean we still have to pay my dad back for this apartment and-"

"It's fine babe… I said it's fine," he pushed her hand off and tried to turn away again but she stood her ground and wouldn't let him.

"It's not fine Noah... talk to me or his is going to become a bigger problem than it already is," and this time when he tried to step away she let him because she knew he was just trying to get his thoughts together.

"Okay," he said finally after several moments of silence hanging between them. He took a seat on the couch. When he motioned for her to join him she did; willingly. "Would I have planned it now? No… you're right about that… we have a lot going on right now and a kid would be an issue that we'd have to work out. But I was willing to work it out."

"I know."

"And not only was I willing… I wanted it," he smirked and she fell a little bit more in love with him in this moment. "I know we hadn't talked about it and it certainly wasn't planned but when you came to me and told you thought you were pregnant it took everything in me not to come home that night with a rock and roll onesie or something," she chuckled humorlessly and was suddenly looking forward to one day having kids with this man.

"But then you just said you weren't pregnant… and thanked god, and my whole world just crashed around me a little bit-"

"Oh Noah," she said sympathetically and he shook his head no.

"No look, it's not something we have discussed ever because I just assumed like an idiot that you'd want kids and that we'd get there eventually but now the realization that I have to choose between the idea of never having another child… or losing you and my head is spinning. I just don't-"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," she cut him off again. "What makes you think that I don't ever want kids?"

"You do?" He asked with his eyebrows raised and hope in his voice.

"Of course I do Puck," she said with a grin.

"B-But you were relieved and…" he trailed off, not knowing what to say next.

"I was relived because we're not ready… we're just getting our lives together babe and I didn't want the added pressure of adding a child to that right now," she saw his smile widen.

"So you do want kids someday?"

"Yes… of course I do. I have seen you with Beth and I can't wait until I see you with a child of our own… a little Puck."

"Or a little Sawyer."

"Oh well good luck to us if we end up with one of those," he laughed and he felt his fears leave him. "So let your worries pass you by Noah… when and if we're ready we will have a kid, maybe two," she winked at him, patted his leg, and got to her feet. "I'm going to make dinner… what do you want?"

She walked into the kitchen without waiting for his answer but what she didn't know was that he was worried again. He was stuck on the words that had just left her mouth.

When and if we're ready.

If…

And the panic was back.

She didn't really want kids… she would just have then for him and he wasn't sure he was going to let that happen. He knew that if he did she would one day resent him and the kids.

His mind was spinning again.

"Hey babe," she called ducking her head back into the room.

"Hm," he finally pulled his mind off of his whirling thoughts to look back at her.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Oh it," he got to his feet and walked toward her. "It doesn't matter babe… I gotta get to work," with a quick kiss to her lips he was out of the apartment and that set her mind spinning with worried thoughts.

He had the night off.

Where was he really going?


Quinn was waiting at a table in the Starbucks where Santana worked. She was meeting her there for her break because Quinn was on break from filming and Santana had asked if they could meet because… in her words.

I never see your ugly face anymore.

Quinn merely laughed at her friend and agreed to meet her.

When Santana was finished with the last customer in line she told one of the people she was working with that she was taking a break; she grabbed the two coffees that had been made for them and joined Quinn at the table.

"So bitch, how goes it?"

"You tell me… you wanted to meet me remember?"

"Oh yeah, why was that again? You annoy me," Santana teased and Quinn laughed. "But seriously… how are things? I feel like I never see you anymore."

"I know… we're all so busy, but how are things going with you?"

"They're slow," Santana answered. "I mean I met with the record company and they seemed to like me but I don't know what the problem is?"

"Have you recorded a demo for them?"

"No, but I am this week; so hopefully that will help them in the decision making. I'm not sure honestly, I'm not sure how this all works so I'm just going with the flow."

"Yeah me neither," Quinn said with a shrug. "And Brittany… how is she doing being a big time award winner."

"She's amazing Q," Santana said with a dopey grin that resembled her own smitten grin.

"Yeah her speech made me cry."

"Oh me too… it also made me hot for her and want to rip her clothes off."

"Ew, San… TMI."

"Says the queen of TMI," Santana shouted. "But seriously I want to help celebrate Britt this weekend so whatta ya say we round up the nerds and party at Puckerman's lame ass club?"

"Sounds good Santana," Quinn told her with a laugh knowing that Santana was just teasing and that she was as proud of Puck as they all were. The she remembered something. "Hey you do realize that once you sign that record deal it's Puck you're going to have to thank right?"

"And why the fuck would I ever do that Q?"

"Because he asked you to perform at his club's opening and that was when the record guy saw you," Quinn told her and watched with amusement as realization dawned on Santana's face.

"Oh for fuck's sake," she groaned. "Maybe he'll forget like I did and I won't have to."

"San," Quinn said with a disapproving tone.

"Oh calm your tits Quinn, of course I'll thank the ass," she said crossing her arms over her chest and Quinn laughed again. "Maybe I'll buy him something."

"That would be nice."

"Yeah but what do you buy an overgrown child who owns a nightclub?"

"I don't know, but we'll figure something out."

"Yeah maybe we can get him a lobotomy or something."

"Be nice Santana."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah… so how are the wedding plans coming?"

"They're coming along… I mean yeah," she trailed off and Santana smiled at her friend knowing that marrying Rachel was literally a dream come true for her. "It's a little nerve-wracking and intense sometimes but then I see Rachel smiling and I feel the worrying pass me by."

"You're so fucking lame Quinn!"

"Oh whatever Santana… we'll see how lame you are when it comes time for you to get married," she watched as Santana curled her lip in disgust.

"Ugh… no way! I mean I love Britt more than anything but I'm leaving the thought of crazy ass wedding ideas to you and the shrimp," Quinn's laugh this time was one that Santana knew as her patronizing chuckle. "What?"

"You'll get married."

"No I won't."

"Will too," Quinn said.

"What are you twelve?"

"Says the twelve year old, who still calls Rachel by names other than Rachel."

"Oh whatever," Santana waved her hand. "So has Rachel killed Sugar yet?"

"Haha… not yet," Quinn laughed and so did Santana. They continued to chat for another few minutes before Santana had to go back to work; Quinn stayed to finish her coffee before getting back to her own job.

And they were both sad that sometimes life got in the way of them being able to hang out; and sometimes they were both twelve year olds when pouting about that fact.

But they both knew even with time and distance their friendship would always remain intact.


Rachel had gotten the text from Puck as soon as she got back to her dressing room after the show and in it he asked her to meet him on the roof of The Hideaway. She didn't have to hear his voice or see him to know that something was bothering him. She quickly sent him a reply before she shot a quick text to Quinn as well.

From Rachel: I will be there in about a half hour.

From Rachel: Noah needs me so I'm going over to The Hideaway to see him. I'll see you soon.

Once she was changed and was heading out her phone beeped; she pulled it out and read the text.

From Quinn: Cool. I'm actually going there as well. I was waiting until you got home but Santana wanted us to meet her and Brittany there to celebrate her Emmy win.

From Rachel: Okay baby. I'll see you soon xx.

From Quinn: xoxo

/

As soon as the taxi pulled up in from of Puck's bar; Rachel quickly paid the driver and was on her way up to the roof. Once she got there she saw him.

He was standing, not close enough to the edge to scare her, but still very close.

She had already been scared anyway because he hadn't answered her text.

"Noah," she called to him and he looked back. What she saw was his signature smirk mixed with a heart wrenching sadness in his eyes and she instantly knew something was wrong. "What's wrong?"

"I think Sawyer and I are over."

"What?" Rachel's tone was a cross between shocked and appalled. "There is no way… that girl loves you Noah," she saw him shake his head and let out a humorless chuckle. "Unless," she trailed off and waited until his eyes met hers. "You didn't do anything stupid did you?"

"Not this time."

"A-And did she?"

"No… it's nothing like Rach."

"Then there is no other way that I could see it being over. That girl loves you," she repeated and saw him laugh again.

"And I love her… but sometimes Rach, sometimes love just isn't enough. You know… not everyone is as lucky as you and Quinn. I mean not everyone falls for a girl that wants the exact same life as you do."

"I'm confused Noah."

"Welcome to the club."

"Can you please stop talking in circles… and just tell me what happened?"

"What always happens Rach, I fall for girls who either don't love me or don't want a family with me," it was then that it all became clear and her heart broke for her best friend. She knew how much Noah was looking forward to being a father and having a family with Sawyer.

"Oh," was all she could say.

"Yeah oh," he took a swig from the beer she didn't even know he was holding.

"Well how do you know this… I-I mean w-what happened?"

"We had a pregnancy scare and she basically told me."

"Basically?"

"Yeah basically!" He shouted and then instantly regretted it when he saw the look on her face.

"You know what Noah, I'm here because you asked me to be," she started to walk away. "But if you'd rather have a pity party."

"Fuck," he whispered and then jogged to catch up to her. "I'm sorry Rach," he said rounding on her and she stopped in her tracks. All the anger left her when she saw the hurt behind his eyes.

"What happened Noah?"

"Well she told me she wasn't pregnant and I was happy, I mean I was a little sad… can you imagine a little Sawyer running around?" He smiled at the thought and then so did Rachel and she nodded. "But then she said… thank god."

"Oh."

"Yeah and then when I asked her about it she said she did want kids just not right away."

"Oh," Rachel repeated with a much happier tone.

"But after we talked about it, she said if and when we have kids… she basically confirmed that she actually didn't want them."

"Maybe she didn't mean it that way."

"How else would she mean it?"

"I don't know… maybe it was a slip of the tongue, maybe she didn't mean it like that… I don't know I'm not her. Did you ask her why she said that?" He shook his head. "Well maybe you should before you assume you guys are done."

"Yeah," he said sadly.

"What did you do after she said that?"

"I left and came here," he looked over and saw that she was glaring at him. "I know; running is never the answer. Maybe you should call her?"

"Noah," Sawyer's voice sounded from behind him. They both looked back.

"Or not," Rachel said softly and then saw that Puck's eyes were on her.

"Did you-" he started; but she shook her head no before he could even ask the question.

"I'm going to leave you two alone," Rachel said and leaned up on her toes to kiss his cheek. She smiled at Sawyer as she passed her and saw that the girl was returning the sentiment. In that moment; and the tears Rachel saw in her eyes… told her all that she needed to know.

Noah was still safe with this girl.

With that she left them alone.

Once Rachel was gone; Sawyer and Puck were standing and staring at each other. Both not talking because both weren't sure what to say. Finally after a few moments Sawyer stepped closer and practically threw her body at him in a hug and he hugged her back.

"I'm sorry for leaving."

"I'm sorry for whatever I did and said to make you leave," she said and they continued to hug for several minutes which felt like hours to them both.

They had both been afraid that it was over.

"What did I do?" Sawyer questioned as she pulled out of the hug.

"You said if."

"Huh?"

"You said if," Puck repeated. "You said if and when we have kids… which sounded to me like you don't want them."

"Oh honey," Sawyer circled her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry… I literally just said that without any meaning behind it. It was like a figure of speech."

"Really?"

"I promise… I love you so much Noah and there is nothing I want more than- when the time is right of course- to have babies with you, and I'm sorry for making you think otherwise."

"You said babies… you want more than one?" He asked softly and watched her nod.

"Yeah… I want two or three," with that his smile spread across his face. "But Noah, please don't run away anymore. If I say or do something that hurts you, unintentionally or not, you have to talk to me about it."

"Okay."

"Running away from your problems doesn't solve them, trust me on that… I know."

"I know," he leaned down and kissed her. "And I'm sorry; it won't happen again," with that she smiled.

"Let your worries pass you by Noah, because I want everything with you," at those words he grinned like a fool. The smile on his face made her so happy she pulled him into another kiss; which quickly became heated.


The party was in full swing when Puck and Sawyer finally returned from the roof; and joined the gang that was crowded around the table. When they arrived Rachel locked eyes with Noah and saw him wink at her; that was enough for her to know everything was okay.

"I'll be right back," Puck said and kissed Sawyer on the cheek and then he was gone. Sawyer leaned closer to Rachel.

"Thanks for being there for him."

"You're welcome, but you don't have to thank me… I always will be," she smiled and Sawyer nodded.

"I'm glad he has you."

"You have me too," Rachel promised. "You have all of us… if you ever need anything, just because we were Noah's friends first doesn't mean we'll always take his side. I mean sometimes he's an ass."

"Sometimes," Santana called from Rachel's other side; having only heard that portion of their conversation. Both girls ignored her and continued their conversation. Santana shrugged and went back to celebrating her girl.

"Yeah well this time I was the ass," Sawyer told Rachel who nodded.

"Well we'll have no problem pointing it out to you whenever you are," Sawyer smiled and nodded. "See you didn't just get a group of friends with us… you got family and we're not afraid to tell you when you're an idiot."

"Well I'm an idiot often."

"Yeah you are," Quinn said coming closer and wrapping her arms around Rachel from behind. Rachel responded by leaning into Quinn's touch.

"Fuck you Quinn."

"No thanks," Quinn said to her friend and she leaned her head down and kissed Rachel's cheek. "I missed you, how was the show?"

"I missed you too baby... and the show, was good?"

"Were you brilliant?"

"Always," Rachel replied, Quinn smiled, and Santana gagged in the background.

"Can we um… get back to what is important here…" Santana said gaining everyone's attention. "Which is my amazing girlfriend and not you two?" She directed that at Quinn and Rachel and was answered with Quinn's middle finger in her direction.

Santana just laughed.

"My thoughts exactly," Puck said as he returned with a tray full of shots. Santana grinned at him as he passed the shot glasses around to everyone that was there. "I'd like to make a toast to Brittany," he winked at the girl in question and she smiled in return.

"To the first of many awards," he held his shot glass up and everyone followed suit. "I think we all knew that Brittany was going to have a dancing career. But I don't think any of us could've predicted that she would become an award winning choreographer. Congrats Brittany we are all so proud."

"Thanks Puck," Brittany reponded before they all took their shots.

"And all your drinks tonight are on the house," Puck said and Santana cheered. "Her drinks Santana," he continued. "Brittany's… not yours."

"Eh, what's hers is mine."

"You wish," Puck said and the two got into one of their famous brother/sister arguments. Meanwhile, Quinn could only laugh at the two of them. And then she felt Rachel turn in her arms and start to nuzzle her neck.

"Mm," Quinn hummed enjoying the feeling.

"Baby," Rachel husked and met her eyes. What Quinn saw was desire. "Do you want to get drunk and have dirty drunk sex all night long when we get home?" Quinn moaned at the question and then winked.

"Why wait until we get home," Quinn told her.

"Fuck… I love how you think," Rachel groaned and then pulled Quinn away from the group.

"You two are fucking disgusting," Santana shouted after them. "We're supposed to be here to celebrate Brittany; we're not here for you two to get your fuck on… in the bathroom… which is apparently the only way you know how." No one understood why she was still yelling because Quinn and Rachel were gone.

"It's okay baby… as long as they're happy, I'm happy," Brittany told her and Santana melted.

"Well as long as you're happy I am," and with that Brittany pulled her into a kiss.

/

Meanwhile in the bathroom; Quinn was pressed against the wall near the hand dryer and Rachel was sucking on her neck; leaving her mark.

"Baby… stall… now," Quinn demanded. Rachel pulled off of her neck with a smirk before pulling her into a stall.

"I miss fucking you in public bathrooms Quinn," Rachel husked as she slipped her hand up Quinn's skirt and over her currently soaking wet panties.

"Well then get to it," Quinn demanded and Rachel growled.

And then she did.


A/N 2: The title of the chapter comes from the song Hold On by Wilson Phillips.

Up next: The gang faces some ups and downs. While some dreams are coming together; other dreams are falling apart. Also Quinn and Rachel's wedding is approaching. Stay tuned…