"No." Santana said firmly.

"Santana..." Rachel warned.

"No." Santana deadpanned.

"Santana.." Rachel tried again.

"No." Santana repeated.

"Santaanaaa." Rachel sang.

"Berry, don't sing before I drink my coffee. In fact don't sing like ever again here."

Rachel rolled her eyes and walked towards Santana. "You have to pack, Santana. We leave tomorrow morning."

"I don't wanna pack." Santana said while throwing herself on the bed.

"Santana, I didn't ask you if you wanted to pack or not. You are going to pack, before I ends you."

Santana stood up abruptly. "Oh no, Berry that's my line! And only because your stupid diva show aired and became a hit doesn't mean you can have your pathetic excuse for a crew to follow us even to the bathrooms while we bathe!"

"Cut!" Sue Sylvester yelled, making the crew stop recording everything. She walked towards Santana and started talking to her seriously. "I suggest you take this seriously, Boobs Magoo, this is for the benefit of-"

"Oh my god, Berry, did you tell her about my summer surgery?!" An enraged Santana asked Rachel.

"I thought it was basic, needed information for the benefit of our fans and-"

"I'm going to kill you!" Santana raced after Rachel, while Rachel ran around the apartment, all followed by the camera crew. Luckily, Quinn and Tina arrived with smoothies for all before Santana killed Rachel, which was something that everybody would have let happen only for the ratings.

"Whoa, whoa, guys! What's wrong?" Quinn asked them while Rachel hid behind her.

"Ugh. Nothing." Santana said while sitting on the couch. "This fucking camera crew is driving me insane! I want them out! "

"Uh, Santana, as much as I would like to actually spend some time with my family, we need our shots." Shuester said.

"Deal with our presence, Twinkleboobs!" Sylvester exclaimed.

"Berry, I'm begging you." An exhausted Santana said. "Make them leave. At least for now."

Rachel knew Santana, and she knew that Santana never begged, so she just gave her an apologist smile and a sad glance to Tina and Quinn, the other people who knew what this was really about. "Crew, could you guys please give us some quality alone time ? At least until tonight's gathering?" Rachel politely asked.

"Never. The emotional conversations are the best." Sue said.

"But-" Rachel tried to argue.

"I can see it now. This scene will be featured on the article of one of the most touching-reality-shows-moments of the year!" Schuester imagined.

"Guys.." Quinn also tried.

"I'm going to need you guys to move in a better angle and try to shed a few tears, is that easy for you all?" Will said.

"Hey! Miss Macho Man and Mister Sweater vest! I suggest you get out of our apartment, before I go all Lima Heights on your-"

(20 Minutes Later)

After a lot of threatening, arguing, and physical violence (which was all recorded), Tina thought about the brilliant idea of calling the cops, which made them leave faster than you can say "slushie".

"Santana, I know you don't want to pack, but we leave tomorrow morning. You can't postpone it until tomorrow." Rachel said once the four girls were alone and drinking their smoothies.

"How about I postpone it until Brittz and I decide to go on vacation together? How does that sound?" Santana asks sarcastically.

"Sweetie, we know you don't want to leave her. But she'll be here when you come back." Quinn tried to compromise while sucking on the smoothie's straw.

"Yeah, I mean, that girl adores you. She would always wait for you no matter what." Tina said.

"Maybe that's the problem. Maybe I don't want her to wait." Santana confessed.

"Wait, what?" Quinn asked.

"I second that." Rachel said confused.

"Maybe I don't want her to wait for me until I'm out of tour. Maybe I don't want her to wait for me for that long. I want her to be happy. She deserves to be happy. Long distance relationships are almost impossible to maintain since both people aren't really getting what they-"

"Oh no, you're not!" Quinn interrupted.

"What?!" Santana exclaimed.

"You're not going all Glee Universe on us and break up with her! No! Nu uh! Not on my watch!" Quinn deadpanned.

"What? No! I would never break up with her! We've only been officially together for a month! And After everything we've gone through, breaking up with her would be suicidal! That's stupid!" Santana said.

"That's ridiculous." Tina agreed.

"And idiotic." Rachel added.

"True that." Santana said.

"Ok good, just making sure. Well then, what are you saying?" Quinn asked.

"I'm saying that I love her, but I don't want her to wait for me."

"But she will anyways." Tina said.

"But she will anyways..." Santana sighted.

"We know it hurts, Santana. But we just want you to know that you are making the right choice. You have worked very hard to get to the peak of your career and you shouldn't let anything or anyone get in the way of-"

"Berry?"

"Yeah?"

"Drink your smoothie."

"Ok."

After a few seconds of listening to Tina's slurping, Quinn's sucking, and Rachel's gentle drinking, Santana got annoyed.

"Well, I rather be with Brittany than when you guys, so bye." She stood up, took her smoothie, and slashed Rachel's from her hands.

"Hey, I wasn't done!" She complained.

"Too bad." Santana said while walking to her door.

"But you have to pack!" Rachel tried again.

"Don't care." And with that Santana was out of the door.

Once in front of Brittany's door, she knocked until her girl opened the door.

"Hey, gorgeous." Brittany greeted.

"Hello there, beautiful." Santana pecked her on the lips and offered her Rachel's smoothie. "Smoothie is more refreshing than coffee, you know?" She winked after saying that, while Brittany took the smoothie.

"Oh, remember when I said that?" Brittany asked excited.

"Of course I do babe. It was on the day we met." Santana went inside and settled herself in one of the kitchen's stools, immediately followed by Brittany.

"We never did go out for smoothies." Brittany concluded.

"Never did." Santana said.

Brittany stood up from her stool and positioned herself between Santana's legs, rested her forehead against hers, and placed her hands on Santana's hips. "So tomorrow, huh?"

Santana also put her hands on Brittany's waist while exhaling. "Yep, babe. Tomorrow."

"This month has gone by like so fast." Brittany whispered.

"Well, of course it did. I mean, this.." She placed a soft kiss on Brittany's lips. "Makes time go by way faster."

"We shouldn't have done that so much then. Maybe we would still have a week if we hadn't." Brittany analyzed.

"Maybe." She placed another kiss on her pink lips. "But I would have missed your lips too much."

"Me, too." Brittany leaned in and gave her a longer kiss. After a few seconds, Santana separated and wiggled her way out of Brittany's legs and stood up.

"No!" She said in between smiles. "No kissing right now! It's my last day here, help me make it special for you."

"San, everyday is special when I'm with you." Brittany complained.

"I know! But still! I want to make it extra special! What do you want to do?" Santana asked while taking Brittany's hands.

Brittany put her thinking face on and after thinking for a few seconds, she gave Santana an answer. "I want to take out for a walk Lord Tubbington. I am worried about his fatness. He may die or something."

"Britt..." Santana gave her a questioning look. "You can't walk a cat."

"Why?" Brittany questioned while tilting her head in the most adorable way ever, making Santana smile.

"Because it's a cat." Santana explained.

"So?" Brittany questioned again.

Santana couldn't take it. Her girlfriend was too adorable. "Ok fine. Do you have a leash?"

"Can I use a belt instead?" Brittany asked.

"What? Britt, no, we need a leash."

"But I don't have one."

"Then let's go buy one. And maybe some dog clothes for him."

"Why dog clothes?"

"I don't think he can fit in cat clothes, Brittz. "

"I made him fit last time."

"Still don't know how."

"Me neither."

"Well then." Santana said while checking her wallet for money. "I guess we better go to the pet store."

"Can we buy a hamster, too?"

"What? No."

"A guinea pig?"

"No, Britt.."

"A duck?"

"No way in hell.."

And with that they were out and about.

(5 Hours Later)

"I can't believe you bought me a hamster, a guinea pig, and caught me a duck!" Brittany said while going inside her apartment with Santana with a hamster and its box in one hand and Lord Tubbington and its leash in the other.

"Britt, you pouted and begged for me to get it for you since the minute you laid eyes on them. Seriously, you shouldn't be surprised at all." Santana said while carrying a basket with a duck in one arm and a box with a guinea-pig in the other.

"Not the duck, though." Brittany said while settling everyone down.

"You're right." The duck quaked, interrupting Santana. "You just looked at it and started crying because people were throwing it regular bread and not whole grain."

"San, it's bad for his diet." Brittany explained.

"Ok but where are we going to put all these animals?! I mean, the apartment is huge, but just with the fat cat there's not enough space for all." Santana said.

"San, Tubbs is not fat. He's chubby."

"He can roll over the duck and kill it!"

"Saannn.. Apologize! Motivate him for his diet."

Santana looked at Lord Tubbington, who had his usual "fuck my life, it's you" face on and decided to apologize. "I am sorry, Lord Tubbington. You are not fat. You are just so overweight it concerns me."

"Thank youu Santana!" Brittany said while pecking her on the lips.

"Anything for you, sweetheart."

Brittany let go of Santana and headed for her purse. "I'm going to go pay the taxi driver and look for the other stuff for our new pets. Be right back."

"Wait, Britt!" Brittany stopped and turned around. "Let me pay."

"No silly, you just payed everything else. Including that restaurant. It's my turn now."

"Ok, well at least give him a good tip! So he doesn't say anything about the stolen duck!" Santana said while Brittany walked out of the door.

"Ok!" Brittany yelled from the distance.

Just as Brittany left, Rachel came in.

"Santana, in the name of God, what is all that quaking?" Rachel asked.

"Check the basket." Santana said.

"Please tell me you did not steal one of the pond's ducks." Rachel asked.

"Ok, then I won't tell you."

"Ugh, Santana! What are you doing with your life?! We leave in 20 hours and you haven't packed anything! Instead you are robbing ducks from New York's ponds, walking a cat on a leash, and wasting all your money in- Is that a guinea pig? And a hamster?! Santana!"

"Berry." Santana said, trying to get her to fuck off. "Shut up. This is my last day here with her in a long time. Let me enjoy it!"

Rachel sighted. "You're making this tour sound like hell for you. Did you forget that this was what you always wanted? What you worked for night and day? What you would do anything to have? It's us, Santana. Us two as Broadways stars. Why are you not taking this as seriously as you should? Is this not what you want anymore?"

"Rachel, this is what I want. And I'm happy I finally got it. But I hate how I got it just when I found a life out of Broadway. A better life and-"

"Santana, don't." Rachel said, starting to get mad.

"What?" Santana asked getting frustrated, too.

"I need you to get your head in the game! To concentrate in our tour, our careers, and our show. I can't have you side-tracked while I work my anus off for something we both wanted since we were teenagers. I need you to cooperate and make this Broadway tour an unforgettable one for the critics and viewers."

"Why?" Santana asked mad. "To make YOU look good?"

"No!" Rachel said raising her voice. "To make each other look good! We're the protagonists of the show! The stars! If you do a mediocre job, we're all out. I won't let you make that mistake. I'm not doing it for me; I'm doing it for us. For our careers. For our futures. For our dreams."

"Hey, San, I think we forgot Lord Tubbington's-" Brittany said while she came in, but cut herself off as soon as she saw Rachel. "Oh, hi Rachel!"

Santana and Rachel both gave Brittany their best fake smile. "Hello, Brittany. Well, I better get going. I'll see you both in the gathering tonight?"

"Duh." Brittany said smiling.

Rachel smiled at her and then turned to Santana. "You still have to pack."

"I'll pack after the party." Santana said with a serious face.

Rachel looked in between one confused Brittany and one seriously mad Santana. "Suit yourself." After those words, she left, closing the door on her way out.

"What was that about?" Brittany asked confused.

"Nothing." Santana said. "How about we build those hamster and guinea pig cages?"

"Yes, let's do it!" Brittany was all smiles again and then she turned to Santana. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Santana said while letting her Latin skin blush. "But come on, let's get started!"

(6 Hours Later)

"San, are you sure that Sugar and all her friends aren't coming?" A concerned Brittany asked, looking around the Broadway "party".

"Of course I'm sure. All the extras got re-casted for the tour. You have nothing to worry about." Santana reassured her.

"But why?" Brittany asked.

"Beats me. All I know is that in most tours that happens, so it's ok."

"I feel weird." Brittany said while eying her outfit.

"Why?"

"Because this is something for the Broadway people, not girlfriends of the Broadway people. And everybody here has fancy dresses and all I have is this old, black dress I used for graduation."

"Baby, there are other people here, not just Broadway people. For example, look over there." Santana pointed to the distance. "There are our managers with Rachel. And look over there." She pointed to the back of the room. "There are Quinn and Tina. You have nothing to be worried about. And the dress looks new. And hot. Black, tight, short, dresses look hot on you."

"Well red, tight, and short dresses look sexy on YOU." Brittany said smiling.

"I love you." Brittany said while pecking a kiss on Brittany's nose.

"And I love YOU." Brittany answered.

(In the distance; Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine)

"If Santana finds out…" Blaine said.

'She won't." Rachel said.

"I'm not comfortable with lying to Santana." Blaine admitted.

"Well, you have to be. For Rachel's sake." Kurt said.

"Santana is MY client AND my friend. I don't feel comfortable with this. She trusts me. She trusts all of us. Rachel, how can you lie to her?" Blaine explained.

"I'm not lying to her. We're just hiding this piece of information." Rachel said.

"For your benefit." Blaine said.

"No, for OUR benefit, Blainy." Kurt said. "We all know that Santana is going to soon drop-out of all of this because of Brittany. As soon as she drops out, you're jobless. If Santana doesn't want to cooperate, we need to do everything we can to make Rachel Broadway's most wanted actress."

"Why can't we just tell her? She'll be happy for Rachel." Blaine questioned.

"If I tell her that if I make a flawless job on this tour, I'll get casted for sure in Broadway's next big hit in which even Barbra Streisand will be in, she won't help. I need her to be in this tour with me because we all know that when we work together, magic happens. We can't let her know. And most importantly, we have to push her into doing her best." Rachel explained.

"The Rachel I know would never lie, especially to Santana. And most importantly, she would never use her for fame and success." Blaine said, disappointed.

"And the Santana I knew would never let a girl get in between her and her dreams. I mean, just look at her!" Kurt pointed at Santana who was protectably holding Brittany and giving death glares to anybody who looks at her girl. "She's in love. We can't work with someone who's in love. And we're happy for her. But it came to the point in which we had to choose between happiness and money, and the decision has already been made."

"But-" Blaine tried.

"Blaine, you proposed to me a week ago. We're getting married. And I don't know about you, but I want a star wedding." Kurt said while taking Blaine's hand. "We need the money. And Rachel is the way to go."

"Fine…" Blaine finally gave in.

"Good!" Rachel said all excited again. "Now, show her this poster for the show, and talk to her so she does a splendid job on tour! Off you go now!" And with that Blaine was gone.

(In the back with Tina and Quinn)

"Ugh, this is so boring." Quinn said while eying everyone around. "I want to leave."

"This wine tastes like shit." Tina says while sniffing her cup. "It like doesn't have any alcohol."

"That's juice, Tina." Quinn explains.

"No wonder." Tina said while putting her cup now. "So, are you going to tell her?"

"The night before she leaves? No way." Quinn said.

"I think you should. If you really like her, you should tell her."

"Tina, this is Rachel's dream. I'm not doing that to her." Quinn said.

"I still can't believe you like her." Tina said.

"I can't believe I never knew before. I mean, I don't know, I always found her so intriguing but I guess that's it. But after she told me she liked a girl, I don't know I couldn't bare the idea of somebody else being with her."

"Maybe it's you."

"I doubt it."

"In that Glee universe, everybody likes anybody. Or anything. So why not you?"

"It doesn't work like that."

"It kind of does."

A few seconds of silence passed, until Tina saw Blaine walk towards Santana. "Oh, no."

"What?" Quinn asked.

"I suddenly felt a strange attraction for Blaine."

"Oh Jesus Lord… What about Mike?"

"Oh right. For a second there I forgot he's the love of my life."

"Awesome."

(Back with Brittany and Santana)

"Babe, not everybody is looking at me, you know?" Brittany said, letting her body snuggle more in Santana.

"Just making sure." Santana said still eyeing the crowd.

"Hey, Santana." Blaine said, interrupting their moment. "Can I have a word with you?"

"Sure." Santana said, still holding on to Brittany.

When Blaine noticed that Santana wasn't moving, he clarified. "Alone?"

"But whyyyy?" Santana whined.

"Santana.." Blaine warned.

"Go, baby." Brittany said while freeing herself from Santana. "I'll just go with Tina and Quinn."

"Fine." Santana said while giving Brittany a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be right there."

"I'll be waiting." Brittany said with a wink as she walked away.

"What's up, Bowtie?" Santana asked Blaine once Brittany was out of sight.

"Here's the poster!" A cheery Blaine told Santana while handing her the flyer. "What do you think?"

The flyer was as big as regular paper, but it felt stronger. On top, in fancy cursive letters, the title of the play (Good Girls Gone Bad) was written across in red. It was pretty big and it was all black behind it. More like dark hair. When Santana lowered her vision she saw a black and white two shot of her and Rachel. Just their faces, though. Rachel was looking at the left side, with a serious face on while Santana was looking at the right side, also with a serious face. Over their faces the phrase "Because Being Good is not Good enough" was written across it, also in red. She noticed that Rachel's face was bigger than hers; something that she didn't like. She lowered her eyes to the bottom of the page where the word "Staring" was also written in red and in fancy cursive. Under that word, the names "Rachel Berry" and "Santana Lopez" were placed. Just like in the faces, Rachel's name was bigger, something that didn't go unnoticed by Santana.

"So, do you like it?" Blaine asked with hopeful eyes.

"Why are Rachel's face and name bigger than mine?" Santana asked.

"Oh." Blaine said while eyeing the poster. "It doesn't. The proportions of this paper makes it look like that. Don't worry."

"Ok.." Santana said unconvinced. "Ok then."

"You don't like it, do you?" Blaine asked, letting his spirits drop.

"I do! It's just that.. I don't know. I guess I'm upset because I'm leaving Brittany, that's all." Santana admitted.

Blaine sighted. "Santana..."

"Save the speech, Blaine. I'm tired of it already."

"No, I'm not giving you any speech. I would feel the same way if I were the one leaving Kurt."

"But..." Santana sighted, waiting for the "but".

"But... I would also be excited."

"Yeah, yeah, because I'll get to make my dreams come true. I know." Santana rolled her eyes.

"Well yeah, but you want to know why I would also be excited?"

"Why would you also be excited?"

"Because I'll be making my dreams come true with the most supportive boyfriend waiting for me back home. I would have the best of both worlds. Yes, it will suck to not be with him, but there's nothing better than reunion sex."

Santana scoffed. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

"And besides.." Blaine said. "You'll make her proud. You think you're a screw up, show her, yourself, and the world you're not by giving the best of you. She'll be proud of having one of the two most successful Broadway actresses in the world as her girlfriend."

Santana smiled, while looking at Brittany from the distance. "She would, wouldn't she?"

"Oh, definitely." Blaine said smiling because he convinced her to try. But then his smile faded when he remembered why he was doing this.

"You're right. I'm acting like a whimp I would beat up."

"I know I'm right. So are you giving your best on the tour?"

Santana rolled her eyes while smiling. "Yes, I'll give my best."

"Will you pack tonight?"

"I'll pack as soon as I get home."

"Good. Well I better get back to Kurt before he misses me too much."

Santana chuckled. "Hey, Blaine."

"Yeah?"

"Congratulations on your engagement. If you need anything, just tell me."

"Thanks, Santana. It means a lot." He let a genuine smile take over.

"And Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for being such an awesome manager... And friend."

Blaine felt guilty, but he smiled anyways. "Anytime, Santana."

"Bye."

"Bye."

And with that Blaine and Santana were headed towards their dates.

As soon as Santana reached Brittany, she heard the three girls laughing.

"What's so funny?" She asked her girlfriend and two of her best friends.

"Oh, nothing Santana." Quinn said. "We were just talking about how you bought Britt the animals but not the farm."

"A farm would be pretty cool, San." Brittany said.

"Don't push it, Britt." Santana said.

"Care to explain the names, our dear friend?" Tina asked mockingly.

"Oh, look who started talking in front of people." Santana said.

"Thank Mike." Tina said smiling.

"Thank you, Mike!" Quinn said loudly and laughing.

"No but seriously, explain the names." Tina said in between giggles.

"Bill the duck, Whinnie the guinea pig, and Hamsty the hamster." Santana said.

"Oh we know the names, Santana. We just want to know why you guys named them like that." Quinn said laughing.

"Bill the duck because ducks have bills." Santana said forced.

"Whinnie the guinea pig because it kind of rhymes with guinea." Brittany said smiling.

"And Hamsty because it's.. Cute." Santana said fast and low.

Tina and Quinn started laughing.

"Awww, look who's whipped." Quinn said.

"So whipped." Tina agreed.

"Oh shut up both of you before I go all Lima Heights on your asses." Santana defended herself while gripping Brittany tighter.

"Oh, lighten up Santana. You two are too cute." Tina said.

"I look at you two and I feel like throwing up rainbows." Quinn said.

"Ew. Just ew, Quinn." Santana said.

"Whatever, you know you love us." Quinn poked out her tongue.

"Whatever." Santana said.

(Next Morning)

"So, you did it, huh?" Quinn asks Rachel on the airport.

"Yes, I did. I made it in Broadwaaaay." Rachel sang. "I'm nervous."

"Don't be." Quinn said reassuringly. "You'll be great."

"How do you know that?" Rachel asks, letting her fear of messing up overcome her.

"Because you're always great." Quinn admits. Rachel looks at her in the eyes and smiles, letting Quinn's unexpressed love for her fill her with confidence.

"I'm going to miss you." Rachel admitted.

Quinn took that as an invitation, so she got closer and hugged Rachel.

"I'm going to miss you, too."

Santana, a few feet away, was giving Tina all the instructions. "So, Brittany has the cat on a diet, but he's always eating cookies from the cookie jar. Make sure he only eats one per hour or he'll claw you."

"Ok.." Tina said, trying to keep up.

"Whinnie relaxes and stops making weird noises at night whenever she hears music, so remind Britt to put some on. Hamsty wakes up at night, so you have to play with her. And Bill likes warm tub water. So remember that."

"Santana, you've been with them for less than a day, how do you know that?"

"I just do. And remember to motivate Lord Tubbington in his diet."

"Why did you get so many animals?"

Santana looked at Brittany, who was sitting down on a bench a few feet away looking sad while Rachel approached her. "So she isn't alone when I leave."

"She won't be." Tina reassured her. "Quinn and I will try to go there every day and-"

"Oh and another thing? Never. And I mean NEVER. Leave Quinn alone with Brittany. I don't trust her. Ok?"

"I think you should. But Santana, I'm warning you, I won't always be there. I have a life, too, you know?"

"I don't think that being socially awkward is considered a hobby."

Tina chuckled. "As much as I hate to admit it, I'll miss your insults for these couple of months."

"I'll miss teasing you." And then Santana hugged Tina. "Take care of her." She whispered in Tina's ear.

"I will." Tina whispered back. They both pulled away. "Well, I'm going to say good-bye to Rachel." Santana looked at Brittany, who was talking to Rachel now.

"I'm going to go say bye to Brittany." Santana whispered, not taking her eyes off of her girl. Tina nodded and patted her on the back and then left.

"You know, Brittany, I never got to thank you." Rachel said.

"For what?" Brittany asked tilting her head.

"For assisting me in my career boost."

"Oh. " Brittany smiled. "You don't have to thank me"

"I do, actually. Without you, none of this would have been possible." Rachel admitted.

"Probably not." Brittany agreed.

"Anyways.. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Rachel."

And then she hugged Rachel. For a second Rachel stiffened in her touch, but for the first time, she let herself relax in Brittany's arms. She was still a germ freak but she was slowly overcoming it. That, my friends, is progress.

A few seconds later, they heard someone clear their throat. As soon as they separated, they saw Santana with a sad smile on her face.

"Well, I'm going to leave you two alone to say your farewells." Rachel said while walking away. "See you in a few."

Santana eyed her until she left, then she turned and saw Brittany's face mimicking her own sad one.

"Hi." Brittany said with a sad smile.

"Hey." Santana answered.

"Soo.. You're leaving."

"Yep.. In a few minutes actually.."

"Did you already say bye to everyone?"

"Um.." Santana looked back and saw all of her friends and smiled. "Yep."

"Cool..." Brittany sighted.

"Listen, Britt..." Santana cupped Brittany's cheeks. "It'll just be a few months. I'll be back before you know it."

"I know..." Brittany said. "But I'll still miss you."

"Me, too. But hey, at least I'll finally make you proud." Santana said in a nervous chuckle.

"What? No, San, you've always made me proud. I'm proud every time you hold my hand. I'm proud every time you look at me. I was super proud when you told me the truth a month ago. I'm always proud of you. A Broadway show isn't what makes you amazing. It's just you. But, I'll be proud whenever I see commercials of your show on TV."

Santana leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "I love you." She whispered.

"I love you, too."

She hugged Brittany as tight as she could. Maybe if she hugged hard enough she would never have to let go. Or even better. Maybe Brittany would never let go.

"Santana… We have to go…" She heard Rachel say a few feet away from them.

The girls separated and noticed how they were both crying and they started laughing.

"I'll call you when we land." Santana said while wiping away her own tears and Brittany's.

"I'll be waiting for your call." Brittany said.

Santana placed another kiss on her lips and let go. "I love you. Bye."

"Bye.." Brittany said above a whisper, not letting go of Santana's hand. Santana kept walking backwards and looking at Brittany straight in the eyes, extending both of their arms. Once they were pretty far away from each other, distance and gravity made them let go of each other. And as Santana was getting in the plane, she knew she let go of Brittany in more than one way.

"Isn't the poster great?" A beaming Rachel asked Santana, once settled down in the plane, while showing her a smaller flyer than the one Blaine had shown her. And again, Rachel's head and name were bigger. But it didn't seem to matter in that moment.

"Great." Santana said, looking out of the plane's window.

Rachel took Santana's hand. "I know it's hard, but it'll be great. I promise."

One final look at the flyer and one to New York out of the window, and she knew it wasn't going to be.

And as Brittany saw Santana's plane fly away, she felt guilty. Guilty because instead of being as happy for Santana as she should, the words Santana said on their first official date kept replaying on her mind like a broken record.

I would never leave any part of you behind.

I would never leave any part of you behind.

I would never leave any part of you behind.

(2 Months Later)

"I am proud of her." Brittany told her new friend Artie. "And I'm glad that she's making her dreams come true. But… I don't know I guess I just miss her too much, that's all."

"Why don't you tell her?" A genuinely curious Artie asked Brittany while petting Whinnie.

"I don't know. I guess because I'm scared that she'll leave the tour if I do. I mean, I'm always telling her that I miss her, but I'm always encouraging her to stay, but I don't know."

"Britt, you're doing the right thing." Artie admitted.

"I know… I guess it just hurts, that's all. My lips are too lonely."

"Well.. So are mine…"

"Artie." Brittany warned.

"I know, I'm weird." Artie said.

"Thank you, Artie."

"Well…" Artie rolled over to Brittany. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I guess just do what I always do."

"Drown yourself in non-alcoholic Capri Suns?"

'They're non-alcoholic? What? What has the world come to?"

"They're children drinks, Britt."

Brittany put on her thinking face. "Children always look drunk. And I feel drunk whenever I drink one."

"Brittany, you feel drunk when you breathe."

"Whatever, Artie, that's not what I always do."

Artie rolled his eyes, losing his patience. "Then what do you always do?"

"Wait for her to come back."

Bill quacked, interrupting their conversation.

"So is Bill." Brittany said.

"Yeah, and Whinnie and Hamsty and Lord Tubbs." Artie said.

"Yep." Brittany stood up and picked up a one-pound-less Lord Tubbington. "Thanks for helping me out with my pets, Artie. I don't know what I would have done without you."

"You're welcome… But… Don't you think that Santana is going to get mad once she finds out that I'm always here?" Artie asked.

"What? No." Brittany said. "She wouldn't get mad. She'll be glad that somebody is always helping me out with our pets. Besides, what is she going to do, go all Lima Heights on your sat down ass?'

(Same Time, in LA and NY, phone conversation)

"I'm going to go all Lima Heights on his sat down ass!" Santana screamed to her phone with Tina on the other line.

"Santana, you need to calm down, we don't know what's going on there." Tina tried to reason. "Maybe he's helping her out with that zoo you bought her."

"Oh please, like the wheeled, comic-book store owner of Geekyland would settle for helping out the hottest blonde ever with her pets. Things like that just don't happen."

"Actually, Santana, they do."

"I can't believe she's cheating on me.. With wheelers! Wheelers out of all people. I'm more hurt than heartbroken. If she's gonna cheat on me, she has to cheat with someone worth it!"

"Santana! She's not cheating on you! Quinn hasn't seen them kiss or anything. They're just friends. She's just lonely."

"I thought I hired YOU two to keep her company!"

"First of all, you didn't HIRE us." Tina clarified. "You rudely commanded us to keep her company. Hiring would mean you would pay us to be with her, which you don't. Second of all, I thought you didn't want Quinn to be with her? And third of all, Quinn and I are busy."

"Well I rather have Miss Bisexuality be with her than Mister Wheels-R-Us. And what the hell could you two possibly be doing? Are you too busy camouflaging in public with curtains? Or is she too busy playing Scrabble with her mommy before bedtime?"

"Actually, Mike found me a job."

"I thought you already had a job."

"Not really. I mean, I was acting as an extra with Quinn, but we both kind of realized that I could never be a successful actress due to my anxieties and Quinn wanted to get far in life, sooo, he found me a better job."

"What kind of job could you possibly work in with all your weird social behaviors?"

"A wine teacher!"

"A wine teacher? What the fuck is that?"

"I teach people about wine and alcoholic drinks! And I drink every time I teach! Soooo it's perfect!"

"That's fucking fantastic, Tina, now tell me why did you take that job when my girlfriend needs you?"

"I love Brittany, but she is exactly that. YOUR girlfriend. I can't stop my life for you two, no matter how much I love you both. I mean, I would if she actually needed me, but she's with Artie. And they're just friends so it's ok. And besides I hang out with her every once in a while."

"I just don't like her hanging out with Artie."

"Santana, stop being so selfish. She's just lonely. She misses you a lot."

"How do you know?"

"I wasn't supposed to tell you, but she feels really lonely without you. She misses you so much you can't even imagine. Just let her have friends."

"Now I feel worse. Ugh, why can't you hang out with her more?"

"Because of my job and because of Mike. They both keep me busy. I haven't even had time to read reviews of your shows."

"Don't worry about the reviews, Rachel says they don't come out until the end of the tour. Which I find very odd but I don't have time to care."

"Really? That's weird. She told me that she has them all and that she's going to email them to me so we can share her fame and glory or something."

"Wait, she said that?" Santana asked, while looking in the mirror of her dressing room.

"Oh, Santaaanaaaaaaa.." Santana heard Rachel sing all the way from the hallway. "Comee hereeeee… Wee haveee vissiiitoooors."

"Beak-face is calling me. I have to go." Santana told Tina.

"Ok. I'll talk to you later."

"Maybe." And then Santana hung up and went to the hallway, where she found Rachel, Blaine, and Kurt.

"Guys!" An actual happy Santana greeted her two favorite managers. "What are you guys doing here?" She hugged them both.

"Well, we haven't seen one of your shows live on tour." Kurt started explaining.

"And we love LA." Blaine kept explaining.

"So we decided to stop by and watch your next few shows here!" Kurt finished.

"Well, I'm glad you guys came! We have so much to speak about!" Rachel said, while taking Kurt and Blaine away, leaving Santana alone.

Once they were a few feet away, Rachel noticed that Santana wasn't with them. "Santana, are you coming?"

"Nah." A left out Santana said. "I rather just be alone in my dressing room."

"Ok. Well boys, off we go!"

Santana, as much as she didn't want to admit it, was getting mad at Rachel. Ever since the tour started, Rachel had tried to lead everybody into success, even by shutting up the director, which caused her a visit to the corner of shame. It's like ever since the tour started, she has tried to over-shine Santana. For the last two months, she's felt out of place. Mad. Frustrated. Alone. And well, that was going to change with the guys there, right? I mean, yes, Rachel just took them away from her, but they'll hang out with her, right? She thought wrong.

(3 Days Later)

Santana heard the laughter all the way from backstage to her dressing room. They were right now presenting one of the shows, and she didn't know why, but ever since Kurt and Blaine showed up, some of her scenes were cut off and Rachel suddenly had more. She wanted to complain. She wanted to ask what the hell was going on and why were people treating her like Rachel's assistant. She wanted to know what the hell her career had come to. But she honestly couldn't find the energy to do it. She didn't care too much to ask. For the first time ever, she was just letting everything flow, counting the days until the tour was over. Brittany and she were speaking, but not as much as before because whenever she would call, Artie was always there. She tried to talk to Quinn and Tina to keep an eye on things, but they were always busy. Blaine and Kurt were busy being all lovy-dovey and planning the wedding. Rachel was busy making sure everything was perfect. And she was just sad. You know that feeling you get when you're supposed to be happy, but you're not, and you're not even sure why? Well, this is what was going on through Santana's heart. She knew she should be happy because deep down she knew that Brittany wasn't cheating on her. She was finally the star on Broadway with her best friend. Her managers were there. Her other two friends were happy. So, what else could she ask for? She didn't know. All she knew is that she had a bad feeling about this tour. That even if she should feel happy because she finally has all she ever wanted, she doesn't because it just doesn't feel right anymore. And this was driving her crazy.

She was soon interrupted from her thoughts by her beeping cell phone. She had just gotten a text, so she quickly opened it up, thinking it was from Brittany. But it wasn't.

(8:09 PM) From: Berry… Rachel, Berry: Can you bring me my USB? We need it. I'm almost on. It's in my dressing room. Thank you!

Santana sighted. She looked at herself in the mirror in her costume for the next scene. Isn't this what she has always wanted?

(8:10 PM) To: Berry… Rachel, Berry: Sure

She stood up and headed towards Rachel's squeaky clean dressing room. Once inside, she looked on top of the cabinets for the USB, but she couldn't find anything. Rachel is too organized, it's sad actually. She decided to open drawers to see if she could something. In the first one she found Rachel's hair accessories, but no USB. In the second one, she just found many hand sanitizers, but still no USB, so she opened the third one. And in the third one, she didn't find an USB, but she found something she shouldn't have found: the reviews of their performance.

At first she thought it was just Rachel collecting pictures of herself, since the biggest pictures of the articles were hers. But then she noticed how some looked like newspapers, others had headlines, and others had Rachel's star stickers. She eyed the door, making sure that nobody was there, and when she didn't see anybody, she carefully took out the reviews. There were over 30 reviews there. Literally all the reviews of all the different shows they've made. But they couldn't be, right? Rachel would never hide it from Santana. Or would she?

She started reading over all the reviews. She wouldn't finish them all, just eye them. And then she noticed something funny. All of the reviews were worshipping Rachel's stardom, while Santana was reviewed as a "great supporting actress". But there had to be some mistake. Everybody there knew that they were both the protagonists of the play. It wasn't Rachel and Santana, it was Rachel WITH Santana. Everybody knew that. Didn't they?

Santana, being as smart as she is, added two plus two. No wonder Rachel was getting all the attention. No wonder Rachel was getting more scenes. No wonder people were treating Rachel better. Rachel WAS the star; NOT her. But when did that happen? Back in NY they were both the protagonists; what happened for it to change? And why would Rachel hide this information from her? Everything made so much sense but at the same time it didn't. Why were people hiding stuff from her? Do Blaine and Kurt know about this? They couldn't; they wouldn't hide stuff from Santana. Especially Blaine since he was HER manager. But he IS Kurt's fiancée. What the hell was going on? She needed some answers. And she needed them now.

She took the articles and left the dressing room and started walking straight to where Rachel was. She was angry. No, she wasn't angry yet; she was just super confused and the anger was starting to boil up. Each step she took things started to make more sense. No wonder Rachel was more distanced. Step. No wonder Rachel was going to email the reviews to Tina; she had them. Step. But why would she tell Tina and not her? Step. Did Quinn know? Step.

She was feet away from Rachel. One more turn around the wall and she would find herself face to face with her right before Rachel's acts. But just about she was about to turn, she heard her name. And it wasn't from Rachel. It was from Blaine.

"Are you sure Santana hasn't found out yet?" Santana heard Blaine ask. "She has barely talked to us since we got here."

Blaine knew.

"Of course I'm sure. Santana is the kind of person that whenever she finds out something out, she lets her inner Snix conquer and she faces the person. She's never had a problem with hiding how she feels."

Berry.

"Maybe she's waiting for the right time to attack." She heard Blaine say.

"Blainy-bear, any time is right for Snix to attack."

Kurt.

"I'm still not comfortable with this." She heard Blaine again.

"Honey, not to sound mean, but it doesn't matter anymore." Kurt again.

"Exactly. I already got the part for that new Broadway show with Barbra. I am already a Broadway sensation. And most importantly, I'm already making my dreams come true. She can find out, for all I care." Rachel.

"She's still your best friend, Rachel. And you know she's going through a hard time." Blaine argued.

"She is. And I feel horrible because things had to come down to this, but it was either her or my career. She was bound to ruin it. I had to hide this from her, just for her to cooperate enough to help me get to where I deserve to be. But it's over." Rachel again.

"So, in other words, you're done using her?" Santana heard Blaine say.

"I hate to use the word 'use', but yes, I am done with needing her to succeed." Rachel again.

Santana let herself gently rest against the wall, while trying hard to stop herself from crying.

"I still feel awful." Blaine spoke up after a moment of silence. "She's my client."

"She's a client that as soon as Brittany asks her to quit Broadway, she will. You'll be jobless as soon as the tour is over." Kurt said, trying to comfort Blaine. "Just think about the big, fat, fairytale wedding we'll have thanks to Rachel."

"If it weren't for the wedding, I wouldn't be doing this." Blaine admitted.

Santana's eyes watered. She softly closed her eyes as a tear fell down her cheek.

"How did you manage to get everybody to keep quiet about this, Rachel? I'm surprised nobody has told her by now." Kurt asked.

"Well, Santana isn't very social, so it wasn't that hard. I just asked them to keep quiet, told them that whoever told would lose their job, and that when I'm famous I would remember them all." Rachel explained.

"Perfect solution." Kurt said.

"Indeed it is." Pause from Rachel. "Speaking of Santana, where is she? I go on in a minute."

"Maybe she's still looking for the USB." Blaine suggested.

"Let me go check." Rachel started walking back to her dressing room.

As soon as she turned in that wall that was separating back stage from the dressing rooms, Rachel froze. "Santana?" As soon as she asked, Blaine and Kurt ran to her side. They looked at the Latina who was tearing up right in front of them with her back inclined against the wooden wall. It was then when Rachel realized that Santana had heard everything. "Oh God, Santana, just let me explain." She took a step forward and tried to grab her arm, but Santana got out of the wall and moved back.

"Stay away from me." Santana said, still tearing up, while holding the reviews in her hand.

Rachel looked at them and then looked at Santana again. "Are those…?" She started asking, but couldn't finish the sentence.

"The reviews? Yeah, Berry, they are. The reviews YOU HID from me." She started letting her sadness turn into anger, since it was all she knew how to do.

"I can explain.." Rachel tried.

"Explain what?! How you USED me for your stupid little NEW OPPORTUNITY?! How you LIED to me?! How you made EVERYBODY ELSE lie to me, too?! How you used my pain of leaving Brittany behind for YOUR ADVANTAGE?! Is THAT what you WANT to explain?!" Santana screamed at her.

"Santana, calm down, please." Blaine said, holding out his hands.

"Shut up, Eyebrows, YOU'RE FIRED!" Santana yelled at Blaine.

"Santana, it wasn't his fault!" Rachel defended.

"No, but it was HIS decision." Santana deadpanned and turned around to leave.

"Santana, why are you BEING SO SELFISH?!" Rachel screamed at her. "Don't you see we did it to save us FROM YOU?! FROM YOUR ENDLESS SELFISHNESS!? We did this because we decided to not be like you and let Brittany control our-"

Santana spun around violentely. "Don't you DARE bring Brittany into this!"

"Do you see what she's doing to you?! She's RUINING your career!" Rachel yelled back.

"She MADE both of our CAREERS POSSIBLE! DID you forget how we got IN this STUPID play in the FIRST place?! Did you forget WHO HELPED you PLAY this part?! Who helped you with your REALITY SHOW?! God, Rachel, what the hell happened to you?! She's not RUINING my career, she's SUPPORTING me! The only people ruining my career here are YOU THREE ASSHOLES!" Santana spat back.

"Is that what your STUPID BLONDE told you before she WHIPPED YOU SENSELESS?!" Rachel screamed.

Santana quickly walked up to her and took her by the shirt with her fists and brought her closer to her face, crumbling the papers in her hands. "You. Do. Not. Call. My. Girlfriend. Stupid. Do you understand me?" Santana said slowly in between grinding teeth directly to Rachel's face.

The old, scared, Rachel surfaced back and reflected her fear in her eyes. If there was something she knew it was that an angry Santana was a dangerous Santana, so she just nodded. Santana, calming down a bit, set her down. Blaine and Kurt let out a breathe they knew they were holding, since not even those two together could do something if Santana attacked Rachel.

"Here." A still very mad Santana threw all the reviews at them. "Suit yourselves."

And with that she walked away.

She walked and walked away. Each step she took was more furious than the previous one. The more she walked, the angrier she got. The more she walked, the more she missed Brittany's comforting touch. The more she walked, the more faces of people who lied to her kept showing up. She would look at them with eyes filled with hate and despise, because frankly she didn't know how else to look at them. Most looked at her and had fear flash across them, but to Santana it felt more like mock. She felt like she was being mocked by hundreds of extras, producers, writers, etc. They all looked at her; probably knowing that she found out the truth, but no one had the courage to ask. That was enough to drive Santana over the edge, so instead of looking forward, she looked down. Not in defeat, but in a way to block everybody else. Because just their looks were enough to drive her insane.

She started walking faster, still looking down, because even if she couldn't see them, she knew they were still staring at her. She knew she was probably being recorded by Rachel's stupid show crew in the distance, who fortunately missed the fight. She knew everybody was wondering if she was crying, which she was trying hard not to do, but she didn't care, she just wanted to hide. That was until she ran into somebody.

"Hey, watch it!" She screamed, looked up, and saw the maintenance man, who was giving her a confused look. "Are you retarded, get out of my way!"

"Lady, you need to relax." There was something about his voice that seemed familiar, but she was too mad to pay much attention to it, so she just ranted instead since she didn't know who else to do it with.

"Relax?!" She screamed at him. "Relax?! How the fuck am I supposed to relax?! My girlfriend is in New York with some guy! My two best friends are always busy for me! Everybody here hates me! And I just found out that my best friend LIED and USED me to get to a stupid show! And not only did SHE lie but EVERYBODY ELSE here did, too! How the hell do you expect me to relax?!" She asked again.

"Just relax." He said, not impressed by her story. "And just store up the pain and use it later on to make yourself respected enough to never be lied to again. Easy as that." He continued mopping the floor.

Those words. She knew those words. Those words were her anthem for as long as she could remember. Those words made her who she is. Those words are part of her existence. Her soul. Her body. The words that saved her from the world but murdered her for herself. The words she'll never forget. The words she heard way back, backstage, in that Sesame Street show.

"Oscar?" She asked with a broken voice.

He stopped mopping and gave her a curious glance. "What did you just call me?"

"Oscar…" She said again, with a weaker voice.

"How did you…" He asked, surprised that someone would have recognized him. But then looked at Santana again, and remembered her, too, as the heartbroken girl from the past."Wait, are you that girl that came into my dressing room years ago?"

Santana's jaw dropped open. This couldn't be happening. "Oh my God…" She said before turning around and running off.

She ran as a new set of tears fell down her face. That man was her role model. He was who made her into the person she is, or was before Brittany, and was turning into again. That man changed her. Yet again, that man was miserable. He was a bald, maintenance man who seemed as unhappy as ever. Is this the future that was awaiting Santana? Just many more bitter years and then end up cleaning toilets? Is that all that there is to her life? What real difference is there between that man and Santana? That she's a girl? That she's hotter? Is that enough to make things any better? That was the thing she feared.

She ran off outside, to the hot, summer air. Summer in LA was horrible since the temperatures would rise a ton, but all she felt were her hot tears against her cheek. She breathed, trying to calm herself down, but suddenly nothing was working. She needed someone to be there for her. No, not someone, just Brittany. That was all she needed. Brittany. At that realization, she started to cry more. That was until she felt a hand against the back of her costume, which made her jump a little.

"I'm sorry." The person said. "I didn't mean to scare you. I was just sitting a few feet away from here and I saw you run out and I got worried, are you ok?"

Santana hadn't looked at the person who was talking, but the voice seemed inviting enough, so she turned to her, earning a gasp from the girl and herself.

"Whoa…" The girl said.

"What the…" She said.

"You look just like me…" They girl said.

"Like you?" Santana let her bitchy self surface. "Bitch please, you look like ME. A less hot version of me for that matter."

"I see you're feisty." The girl said. "And I also see you're not star struck."

"Why would I be star struck?" Santana asked sarcastically.

"So, you really don't know who I am?"

"No idea. Should I care?" Santana replied.

The girl rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm Naya Rivera."

"Oh, wait, I've heard about you. You're that girl that sings that song that goes like 'blue eyes, soft eyes, captivated in your touch, bla bla' right?"

"If by that out of tune melody you mean the song 'Fate Has Laid a Hand' then yeah, that's me. My new single."

Santana sniffled. "Then wow, I'm star struck." She answered with a bitter voice.

Naya just laughed and looked in her purse for some Kleenex and handed it over to Santana. "So, I saw how you ran out crying. What's wrong?"

"I don't just tell strangers my problems." Santana defended herself, letting her body rest against the railings.

Naya scoffed. "You look like me." Santana gave her a warning look. "Ok, I look like you, so I guess you're just telling yourself."

"I guess." Santana eyed the girl who gave her a shy smile. "Ok, look, I was apparently tricked into coming to this tour to 'help' out a friend of mine who has been lying to me all along. She was using me all this time for her benefit and everybody took her side so they were lying to me, too. Worst part is that I came here because she made me come, when I wanted to stay with my girlfriend who is now being comforted because of my absence by a guy in a wheelchair. And I don't know I'm just mad."

"Oh…" Naya said simply.

"Oh?" Santana asked. "Oh God, please don't tell me your homophobic or something?"

"No, I'm not, don't worry." Naya said weakly.

"Then what's the matter?" Santana asked.

"Am I not supposed to be comforting you?" Naya asked smiling.

"Just tell me already, I'm not paparazzi or anything."

"Ok, fine, I guess I'm just going through something like that, too."

"What exactly?"

Naya sighted. "A few years ago, I met this girl in this show we were doing together. I fell in love with her since I first laid eyes on her and I haven't been able to stop loving her. We were even girlfriends on the show. But, things got complicated. Her ex boyfriend came back, her mother was snooping around our business, this guy that had a thing for me made things worse, and well I don't know. We drifted apart. Eventually the show ended and well I haven't seen her since."

"Why?"

"Many problems and PR and stuff. My PR kept pressuring me into hiding my lesbian side to the world because I'm making an album and that will hold up sells. We have been making this album for years now, but, I still can't find the courage to release it."

"Why?"

"Because it's all about her." Naya admitted.

Santana eyed her. "Well, if you love her so much, why don't you just screw PR and date her?"

"Because it's not that easy. If I out her and myself, my CD won't sell that much because they'll think it's made out of gay, not out of love. And her career as a dancer might get screwed over plus her mom won't accept it. So it's better just to distance ourselves from each other. It's either love or our dreams. And besides, she'll find someone better than me. She deserves better. She's amazing… Everything that's good in this miserable, stinking world."

"Sound a lot like my girlfriend." Santana admitted.

"Well.. Yeah…" Naya said with a sad smile.

"Naya, with all due respect, you're being a fucking idiot."

"Excuse me?" Naya asked surprised.

"Exactly that. You're being an idiot. Most people who released their first hit single would be happy. And then there's you. All sad because you don't have your girl."

"It's not that easy. I've worked hard for this and outing myself will just-"

"Will just what, Naya? Make you free from all the lies? Take away a few thousands but make you an honorable, real singer? Take away your girl?"

"It's all I've ever worked for. It's my dream for as long as I can remember."

"Look, you're super talented. You have a lot of potential. You'll make it far, I can see it. But what does it matter getting far in life, if being far means being alone? Who will you share your fame and fortune with? With a guy that wants to straighten you out? With your PR that won't accept you for who you are? With fans who love you for who you're not?"

Naya stayed quiet.

"Look, Naya, if you want to ruin your life, do it. You're just starting your career and you can easily fuck up now. If you want to do it, then fine, just don't complain when you're in the top but you feel like you're in the bottom."

"What, you think I won't find somebody else in a few years?" Naya asked.

"Maybe." She answered. "But you won't be able to love him or her if you don't let go of this girl."

"Who says I didn't?"

"The fact that we're talking about her now."

"And how do I let go of her?" Naya asked silently.

"By trying to have a relationship with her. If it doesn't work out, you'll know. But if you don't try, you'll always wonder if it would have. And you'll always think about her. It's something that will hold you back."

"But what about my dreams?"

And that was when Santana admitted to herself and to the world what she was really feeling. "Once you let someone in your life, everything changes. Including your dreams. You may do whatever you can to bring those dreams back, but you won't be able to, because you're heart already made new dreams. Dreams with that special someone. After you let someone in your heart, nothing else matters. And you can try to make it all matter again, but you won't be able to. Because everything else turned into what you want, but not what you need."

Naya wiped away a tear. "How do we know what is it that we need?"

"When, regardless everything, you feel like that's where you're supposed to be. And you're not a bald, mean, maintenance man." Naya gave her a weird look. "Don't ask."

After a few minutes of silence, Naya spoke up. "I think we both know what to do."

Santana smiled at her. "I think we do."

And with that Naya hugged Santana. "Thank you." She whispered in tears and then let go. "Just promise me something."

"Sure." Santana said.

"Promise me we won't become old and bald maintenance girls."

Santana smiled. "With them by our sides? Never."

"Good." Naya said, gave her one last hug, and ran off.

"Hey, Naya!" Santana screamed out, making Naya turn around. "I wish you both the best of luck."

Naya smiled. "You too, whatever your name is!' And she turned around and kept running straight into her girl's arms.

And that was when Santana knew what to do.

(A Few Hours Later)

"Hamstyyy, just goo too sleep alreadyyyy." A sleepy Brittany whined to her active hamster who was currently biting its cage. "Ugh." She sat up from her bed and checked her phone.

3:27 AM

"Ughhhh…" She threw her head against her pillow. "Santana, I need you." She mumbled against the pillow. "Pleaseee comeee baaaaack."

The hamster kept biting the cage, the duck started quacking, the guinea pig started making weird noises, and her lazy cat just kept sleeping.

Brittany groaned and turned around, trying to block the noises with her pillow. Then she heard her cell phone ringing. She grunted, because somebody was calling her at this time of the night, but her anger turned into happiness as soon as she saw who was calling.

"Hello?" She said fast as soon as she picked up. She didn't hear anything, just someone's breathing in the other line. "Santana, is that you?"

Instead of Santana's voice, she heard a soft and melodic guitar playing on the other line. It was almost hypnotizing, but she hadn't heard Santana, so she started to get worried. "San?" And then she heard her start singing.

"Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts… And we've got to find other ways to make it alone, or keep a straight face..."

Santana's singing was glorious to Brittany. It was literally the best thing she could ever hear. She could never get enough of Santana's singing; it was something indescribable. It made her feel all that Santana was feeling, all she was thinking, all she was hiding. That voice felt like home to Brittany. Just because it was Santana's.

"And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance… And up until now I've sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.."

As Santana kept singing, Brittany noticed that the sound had an echo. But not from the other line, more like inside. It was almost like if Santana was there with her. Even if the echo was faint, it was enough for her heart to know. Her heart felt Santana's presence near her, so without think about it, she put on her slippers and robe and ran out of her room with her phone in her ear.

"Because none of it was ever worth the risk…"

And then Brittany opened her front door and saw her…

"Well you are the only exception… You are the only exception… You are the only exception… You are the only exception… You are the only exception…"

Santana was standing there with her Broadway costume on. She was smiling because Brittany was right there in front of her, but she also had tear-filled eyes. Tears of hope. Tears of love. Right behind her, an older man was playing the guitar, gently, with a bored look on his face. But Brittany didn't care about him. All that mattered was her girlfriend singing a song to her.

"I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't let go of what's in front of me here… I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up… Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream…"

Santana was pouring her heart in every word, every note, and every melody. Brittany knew that. Santana was opening up to her, and for that she was thankful. Santana dropped a few tears, which worried Brittany at first because she thought they were sad tears, but as soon as she saw Santana smiling up at her, she realized that those were happy tears. The happiest tears there are. Santana got closer to her and extended her hand, which Brittany took gratefully. Santana brought Brittany closer to her and started swaying them both with the music's rhythm. She placed her head in Brittany's chest, while she continued singing, while Brittany hugged her tight, letting out a few happy tears, also.

"You are the only exception… You are the only exception… You are the only exception… You are the only exception…"

They kept hugging as Santana whispered the last words. "And I'm on my way to believing… Oh, and I'm on my way to believing."

They hugged for a few more seconds, letting each other's embrace make everything better, until Brittany spoke up. "What are you doing here?"

Santana let go of Brittany and wiped away her tears and Brittany's. "I quit the play."

"You did what?" A surprised Brittany asked.

"I quit, Britt. I wasn't happy there."

"But what about all you and Rachel have worked for? What about your career? What about your dreams?"

Santana shushed her while cupping her girlfriend's cheeks. "You are my dream." And then she kissed Brittany.

They kissed. And kissed. And kissed. They kissed until they couldn't breathe, and then they kissed a little bit more until they were both lightheaded, completely ignoring the man's presence.

"Good." Brittany said once they separated. "Because you're mine." And then they kept kissing.

That was until they heard the man clear his throat. "Um, ladies?"

"What is it, Brad?" An annoyed Santana asked.

"Can I go now?" He asked awkwardly.

"Sure." Santana said as she continued kissing Brittany.

"Um, ladies?" Brad tried again.

"Ugh, what now?!" Santana asked getting irritated.

"Where's my money?" He asked.

"Here." She gave him $50. "Buy yourself some distant clothes and a few friends."

"Ok." He said as he left.

"Where did you get him, anyways?" Brittany asked.

"Bus station. After I got off the plane, I took the bus here."

"I still can't believe you're here." Brittany said smiling at Santana.

"Me neither." Santana placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "But help me bring these inside. I'm exhausted."

In between the two girls, they brought in Santana's luggage. As soon as Santana settled down on the couch, Bill quacked his way over to Santana, followed by Lord Tubbington.

"Awww, Bill." Santana said while picking him up. "I missed you."

"They missed you, too." Brittany said while picking Tubbs up.

"I bet." She said while placing Bill on one side to pet Lord Tubbington. "I'm awesome. Where are Hamsty and Whinnie?"

"Another room in their cages. Lord Tubbington keeps confusing them with cheese and ham."

Santana chuckled and kept petting Lord Tubbington. "I'm sorry I left you here with so many animals. I bought, gifted, and stole them so you wouldn't be alone here." Santana admitted.

"I know, it was crazy." Brittany admitted. "But we managed. Especially with Artie's help."

"I guess I have to thank Artie then."Santana decided.

After a few more seconds of pet time, Brittany turned to Santana. "So, you're staying over tonight, right? I mean… We have a lot of catching up to do." Brittany said while running her fingers through Santana's arm. "If you know what I mean." She blinked, making Santana get goose bumps.

"Actually." Santana said, while swallowing the lump in her throat. "I want to talk to you about that."

"Is everything ok?" Brittany asked once she noticed Santana's change in mood.

"Yeah, everything is great now." Santana said smiling honestly. "But, one of the reasons I left the tour was because Rachel and I had a fight."

"What about?" A curious Brittany asked.

"Long story short, she lied to me to use me to get a Broadway job with Barbra Streisand." Brittany gasped surprised. "Yeah, I know. She even got Kurt and Blaine and all the cast involved in the lie, so Blaine got fired and I left. End of story. And well, I want to move out of Rachel's apartment."

"Oh." Brittany said disappointedly. "So you're going back to your house?"

"Only on one condition."

"Which is?"

Santana took Brittany's hands in her own. "I'll go back to my house if you, Bill, Lord Tubbs, Hamsty, and Whinnie move in with me."

Brittany's face lit up in excitement. "Are you serious?" Santana nodded smiling. "Do we fit?"

"Britt, my house is huge. Bigger than Rachel's and yours combined."

"But what about the money?" Brittany asked letting her spirits drop. "I won't be able to help out with my sucky salary."

"Forget about the money. I've earned a lot in this tour. It will keep us steady for a few months even if you didn't work. I'll find a new job before the money runs out so don't you worry."

Brittany smiled from ear to ear. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Britt, these past two months have been hell just because you weren't there with me. I'm absolutely sure that's what I want. Besides, it will give us a chance to start over on our own, which is something we need."

Brittany tackled her with a huge hug. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" Brittany chanted over and over, making Santana laugh.

"I love you, too hun, but I need to breathe."

"Oh, sorry." Brittany got off of Santana and raced back to her room.

"Sweetie, where are you going?" Santana asked.

"I'm going to pack!" Brittany said all excited.

"Can you pack tomorrow?" Santana said while standing up from the couch. "There are other things I rather have you do right now." She gave her a sexy smirk.

Brittany quickly got the hint and threw herself to Santana, but it was ok, because Santana was there to catch her.

And that night, they made love like never before.

(Next Day)

"I still can't believe Brittany is moving in with you." Quinn told Santana as she was helping her unpack in her old house.

"I still can't believe you're going to be in a movie with Robert De Niro!" Santana exclaimed, oddly proud of Quinn.

"Me neither. It feels like if in another life I would have gotten it. Its crazy." Quinn admits. "Where's Brittany by the way?"

"Taking Tubbs out for a walk. Ugh, I'm tired, wanna take a break?" Santana asked.

"Sure."

They sat down on Santana's bed, letting themselves relax.

"What Rachel did was pretty low." Quinn admitted.

"I know. I cant believe you have a thing for her."

"Well, if you look deep, deep inside, past her panic attacks, her constant talking, and her obsession for fame, there really is a great person."

"I know Quinn." Santana sighted. "We were best friends, remember?"

"Are best friends." Santana shrugged. "Santana, you two have always been fighting. Don't let something like this get in between you guys. You'll get over it."

"Only when she apologizes."

"Understandable."

Silence for a few seconds.

"So, why couldn't Tina help out today?"

"She's aslso doing some moving."

Santana sat up. "To where?"

Quinn sat up, too. "Mike's house. He asked her to move in, too."

"Really?" Santana exclaimed, genuinely happy. "That's great!"

"I know! My little Asian deserved it."

"So is everything ok between you two?"

"Yeah, everything is great. We see each other almost every day as usual so that's good."

"And what about your mom? You still live with her, right?"

"She's fine and yeah. I guess I want to move out but I don't know where. You have to help me out one of these days."

"Sure will."

And then they heard Brittany come in.

"Guys!" She screamed. "I'm back!"

"We're in here!" Santana yelled back and then a flash of long, blonde hair appeared.

"Hello there." Brittany said.

"Hello to you, gorgeous." Brittany came close enough to kiss Santana on the cheek, so she did.

"Well, I better get going." Quinn said. "You guys have everything right?"

"Yep." Santana said. "It's a miracle what us three can accomplish in less than 10 hours."

"Can we call ourselves the Unholy Trinity?" Quinn asked with wide, hopeful eyes.

"What?" Santana asked.

"Are we not clean?" Brittany asked.

"We are. But in this Glee alternative universe-"

"For fuck's sake Quinn, YES we can call ourselves the Unholy Trinity." Santana shut her up.

"Awesome. Well I better get going before my mom has a heart attack." Quinn said as she headed towards the door. "Adios!"

Brittany nods to Santana with aneager smile. "Do it." She mouths to her.

Santana rolls her eyes in between smiles and does what Britt and her had agreed on doing. "Quinn, wait."

Quinn turns around. "Yeah?"

"Here." She throws Quinn the keys to Brittany's apartment. "Stop being such a loser and move out of your mom's already."

Quinn looks at her in disbelief and plays with the key a little. "Is this what I think it is?"

"If you think that those are the keys to my apartment, then yes you thought correctly." Brittany says in between smiles.

"Oh my God…" Quinn says smiling wide. "I don't know what to say."

"Just say you won't watch Berry like I used to watch Brittany or we'll take it back." Santana says, not letting herself show any affection.

"You used to watch me?" Brittany asks smiling, aroused by the idea.

"Uhm…" A now-caught Santana answers. "Yes."

"Wanky." Brittany whispers, earning a wink from Santana.

"I won't." Quinn says in between smiles. 'Oh my God, thank you soooo muuuch!" She attacks both Santana and Brittany in a huge bear hug. "I love you both like till the end of the world!"

Brittany laughs and hugs her back "We love you two, Quinn."

"Quinn, get the hell off of us before I call the cops for sexual harassment." An annoyed Santana said.

"Sorry." Quinn mumbles. "I'm leaving. Gonna go move to my new apartment. Bye!" And then Quinn rushed out of the door.

"I suddenly regret allowing you to give her your apartment." Santana deadpanned.

"I don't." Brittany said while gripping Santana into a hug. "This is a new adventure for all of us. She needed a new apartment."

"She did." Santana admitted with an eye roll. "How are you so good with people?"

"Just am." Brittany kissed Santana. "Ugh, I'm super tired." Brittany headed towards the bed.

"I know, me too." Santana admitted while laying down next to Brittany and cuddling by her side. "I'm so glad we're already home, though."

Brittany gasped.

"What?" Santana asked surprised.

Brittany turned to Santana with tear-filled eyes. "You called this place our home."

Santana smiled and cupped Brittany's cheeks. "Wherever you are, I'm at home."

….

The end? Not quite;)

(3 Years Later)

"I still can't believe Santana proposed. That's like saying Steve Jobs had an MP3 collection." Quinn said in between giggles, holding Rachel's hand in between hers.

After Rachel came back from the tour and found out that they were roommates, she got so excited she accidently professed her long love for Quinn. Through thick and thin, they've been together ever since, despise Santana's constant gagging.

"I still can't believe Brittany actually accepted. Britt, you must have a lot of nerve to marry Snix, here." Tina said while snuggling in deeper in Mike's chest.

Tina and Mike got married a year ago and were expecting their first child, which Brittany was curious to know if it was Asian, too.

"I would have a lot of nerve to NOT marry her. I mean look at her, she's gorgeous!" Brittany said as she pressed a sloppy kiss on Santana's cheek.

"Yeah and after all the trouble I went through she just had to say yes." Santana added.

"What exactly happened?" A curious Mike asked.

"Well…" Santana started explaining. "Brittany had said many times that she wanted a public proposal."

"Many times." Brittany agreed.

"Right, well I wanted to make the best public proposal ever. First I tried to have a flash mob dance to Marry You in the mall and then carry me to you with the ring."

"But I got distracted with some shoes in a store so I was unaware of the flashing in the mob."

"The next day I took her to the movies where I paid the guy running the movie $30 to play in the commercials a slide that said 'Brittany, would you marry me?'"

"But…" Brittany confused. "I was in the bathroom when they played it."

"Yeah, and there was another Brittany there with this guy and she thought it was her so she started screaming yes. I felt sorry for the guy; he looked as if his life was over. Oh well. Then I hired someone to write it in the sky the next day."

"But it started to rain."

"And out of frustration I started to cry." Santana admitted. "Because I thought it was a sign from the Gods that said that I shouldn't marry her."

"She started to weep in the Empire State Building because that was where the guy was going to write it in the sky. She started weeping so hard everybody around the Empire State gathered around to see what was going on." Brittany kept telling the story.

"And then, just my luck, the ring fell out of my pocket."

"And I saw it."

"And she picked it up." Santana said. "And I started to cry even harder because the surprise and the proposal were ruined."

"Then I opened the box and saw the ring and everybody around us started going like 'awwwwwwwwwwww'."

"And I took that as my chance to propose. And I did." Santana explains, while eying the muted TV because by coincidence it had a ring-commercial on.

"Awwww, that's adorable." Rachel said in between smiles.

"I knooowwwww." Santana admitted.

When Rachel came back from the tour, Santana refused to talk to her, regardless Rachel's constant apologies. But then Rachel started performing in that Broadway show with Barbra Streisand and was soon disappointed when she found out that she was only going to be in one scene. As an extra. She didn't quit just because Barbra was feet away from her. After that her sucky reality show was cancelled due to the lack of interest of viewers and the fact that it wasnt categorized as a reality show anymore, just a comedy. Santana talked to her just to make fun of her about it and quickly went back to being friends.

"Well, when's the wedding?" Tina asked.

"After Santana's new movie is done being shot." Brittany answered.

"And after this year's students from Brittany's dance class finish their recital in June." Santana added.

A month after Brittany and Santana moved in together, Tina found Brittany a job as a dance teacher in her institution. She gladly accepted since Santana and she were starting to need the money. A few months later, Santana found her real passion; directing. So she started directing movies in New York; never having to leave Brittany's side.

"Awesome." Quinn said.

"What about you two? You've been living across from each other for almost three years. When are you guys going to have sex already?" Santana asked.

Rachel chocked on her drink. "Santana…"

"You don't just ask people when they're going to have sex." Quinn added.

Santana shrugged. "I just did."

"We're waiting until we're both ready and we are legally married. We want to do things right." Rachel clarified.

"Berry, this isn't the 1800's. You can have sex before marriage, it isn't a sin anymore."

"Actually, it is." Rachel said.

"Whatever, then why don't you two get married?"

"We're waiting for our movie to be done!" Quinn told Santana.

A year after Quinn was done with Robert de Niro's movie and Rachel and she were in speaking terms again, Santana became director of the newest movie being shot in New York. And with a lot of begging from Quinn, she casted her as the main character.

"We're almost done, so you better pop out the question, Fabray." Santana said.

"What if I am the one to propose?" Rachel asked.

"Berry, you're a stay home girlfriend. You have no pants." Santana clarified.

After the whole Barbra disappointed, Quinn convinced Rachel into taking a break from Broadway so they could be more time together. Look who was whipped now.

"I second that." Brittany said.

"Whatever. Just not now." Rachel ends the conversation.

"How's your pregnancy, Tina?" Brittany asked Tina.

"It's great. Five months already. And Mike is going to be a great dad." Mike just smiled and shrugged.

Mike was Brittany's co-teacher, so they were still close friends. Tina was still the wine teacher. The most successful one in town, actually. But was soon sent off to therapy when she was told that some of the wine used was non-alcoholic. The therapy came in handy though; she can now talk to four strangers per week.

"That's great." Quinn said.

"It is." Tina agreed.

After a few moments of silence, Quinn speaks up again.

"Looks like we all got what we wanted." She smiled at all of her friends.

"No…" Santana said, taking her fiancée's hand. "We all got what we needed."

The smile in all of her friend's faces let her know how they agreed with her.

Santana looked at the muted TV again and was taken by total surprise.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed. "It's her! Turn it up!"

Mike turned up the TV on E! News, where clips from a wedding were being played. As the volume kept going up, she heard what the reporter was saying.

"Yesterday, one of the most beautiful lesbian weddings of all time occurred in Los Angeles. Famous singer Naya Rivera and her newly wife Heather Morris seem to make the happiest couple ever."

"Oh my god! They look like us!" Brittany said as a clip from Naya and Heather popped up on screen.

"Wait, that's Naya Rivera! I know who she is!" Quinn exclaimed.

"Who doesn't know who she is?! She has won 3 Grammys in her three years as an active singer!" Rachel explained

"Shhhhhh!" Santana tried to shush everybody up. "I'm trying to listen!"

"We caught up with Naya right after the wedding." The reporter said. "And we got a change to make a short interview. So here it is, exclusive for our E-viewers." The interview started playing. "So Naya, you've become one of the most important openly gay celebrities in the world! How does it feel to make them all proud with your wedding?" The reporter asked. "It feels amazing! Knowing that I have so many, gay, straight, bisexual, or transgendered fans supporting me feels amazing." Naya said. "So you're happy that you married the best dancer in LA?" The reported asked. "Happy doesn't even cover it." Naya admitted, with happy tears forming in her eyes. "So, any advice for your fans?" Naya looked at the camera and answered the question as honestly as she could. "Just be yourself and don't let anyone tell you what you can or you can't do. And as someone amazing told me once, forget what you want. Go after what you need. In the end it's all that can you happy. In the end it's all that matters." And then the interview ended and they started talking about something else.

Santana was proud, simply because she could help that girl. It felt good to know she made a difference in that girl's life.

"Hey look, it's Sunshine!" Tina said as she pointed to the TV.

"Broadway's sensation, who goes by the name of Sunshine, has been casted for yet another show!" One of the reporters said. "Isn't that amazing? She's living the Broadway dream!"

"Any aspiring actress in the world would just love to be her! She has a mansion, a Ferarri, countless boyfriends. She has all a girl wants!" The other reporter added. "But back to our previous subject, why is hamburger so fattening?"

Santana didn't know what the reporters said next. All she knew is that she realized just how much she missed Broadway by finding out about Sunshine. It was always her dream after all. Things like that don't change. In fact, she didn't even know if that was something she could ever change. She gave it all up for Brittany. But will Brittany be enough?

One look at her fiancée who was giving her the most beautiful smile in the world and was hugging her like there's no tomorrow, and she knew that Brittany was all she ever needed.

In every universe.

In every story.

Simply because in her heart she knew that Brittana was endgame.

THE END

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