Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

A/N: co-written with Sha22. I'm gonna start a new job next week but I'll try to maintain the updates on Wednesday. We already have the 7 next chapters but proofreading takes time…


Chapter 9: There are worse things

It was finally the weekend but Rachel still had a late rehearsal at 6 pm. At least, it would give her time to rehearse and do some research on this time travel thing. She thought that she was getting closer to a solution but in the end, all the theories she found were related to science-fiction stories. She read some pretty good books though, she remembered that one which almost made her cry. George, the main character had sacrificed all his chances to go back in his time just to save the life of the woman he loved. Then she had found theories about time travelling linked to relativity, gravity and satellite but again, it ended up talking about a DeLorean car or movies like 'Planet of the Apes'. There was also something about hypnosis and the power of self-suggestion but that was about a movie called. 'Somewhere in time'. So to conclude she had nothing concrete.

If the diva was honest, she had to admit the life she was stuck in was slowly becoming more and more enjoyable. But… It wasn't her life, even if it somehow felt right and good to be here, she still needed to go back where she belonged.

The diva was making her way to the exercise room on Saturday morning when she heard the bell ring. She walked to the door and opened it to be greeted by Quinn.

"Quinn, what a surprise! What are you doing here?" Rachel asked with a smile.

"Hey." The blonde hugged her and kissed her cheek before moving into the house. "I have some books I wanted to test on the girls. I think they are good but I want to know if they're captivating enough."

"It's so nice of you to think about them. I am sure they will be happy to help." The small girl said as she followed Quinn inside.

"Great. Is Santana awake yet?" The taller girl questioned.

"No, I'm afraid she's still asleep." The diva informed her. "Why?"

Quinn smirked. "I need her help to play the bad guy in the book."

"Well you can go to our room and wake her up if you want. The girls went to bed a little late so they are still asleep too."

The publisher raised her eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, why would it be a problem?" The brunette inquired confused.

"Well, I mean, it's Santana we are talking about. The three people who can wake her up without any risk of being slaughtered are her mom, Britt and you… The girls don't count. I don't mind doing it because it's always fun to annoy her but she might be cranky for the rest of the day…"

"I'm sure she'll get over it." Rachel said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I need to respect my morning schedule. I want to do as much as possible before the children wake up, so…."

Quinn stared at her with an eyebrow raised, in perfect Quinn Fabray fashion before nodding and walking toward the stairs.

Rachel grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen and made her way downstairs. Once on the elliptical, she noticed her Ipod wasn't in the room. Where did she leave it? Right, in the bedroom… "Great! Now I need to go there."


When the brunette reached the hallway of the first floor, she heard the two friends talking. She didn't want to eavesdrop on them but her curiousness was getting the best of her. She decided to stay behind the bedroom door where the conversation could be 'overheard'. A part of her also wanted to understand the girls' friendship and obtain some information about this reality.

"Stop throwing things at me!" It came out as a grunt from Santana.

"Wake up whale, we have things to do." Quinn ordered.

"No! Come back when you're a pint size brunette and not a Barbie bitch. I don't want to wake up without my good morning kiss." Santana growled, covering her face with the sheet.

"Rachel is busy." The blonde replied. "She asked me to wake you up."

The Latina removed the cover hiding her face before asking sadly. "Why?"

"She had to work out in the exercise room, that's all she said..." The publisher shrugged. "But come on, being woken up by me isn't so bad."

"I haven't married you so yes. I wants my midget and I wants her now."

The diva smiled at the girl's childishness. It was nice to hear that the Latina wanted her good morning kisses.

"Oh please." Quinn rolled her eyes. "You live in a three story house, who is going to believe your ghetto act?"

"A lot of people, Quinnifer!" The raven-haired girl affirmed.

The blonde snorted. "How Rachel puts up with you is beyond me."

"Whatever, she doesn't even care these days so…" Santana trailed off.

The brunette unconsciously put a hand to her chest, pained by Santana's words.

"San… It was a joke." The former captain of the Cheerios sighed before pushing Santana to the side of the bed and lying next to her. "Come here whiney baby, let awesome Quinnie gives you a hug." She cooed exuberantly.

"You suck so bad!" The Latina said, even though she moved closer to settle in the blonde's arms. "I hate you."

"Sure you do"

They fell into a comfortable silence until Quinn spoke again. "I've asked a few people and pretty much everyone thinks she's acting weird…"

Rachel almost gasped loudly at the declaration. Was it that obvious that she was 'not' her self's self?

"Really? It's not just me then?" The Latina questioned.

"Nope…"

As soon as Quinn started to talk about her weird behaviour, Rachel felt panic rising in her chest and rushed to the bathroom. Admittedly, she was flattered that Santana wanted her, well Future her and she was feeling a little guilty for making the girl sad but for the rest, what was she supposed to do? 'People think I'm acting weird? I am a good actress, how am I supposed to be on Broadway if I can't even play a wife and a mother properly? If I tell them the truth, they are going to send me to a madhouse and I won't be able to go back to my reality.' She mused.

Her thoughts were interrupted by one of the girls calling her name. "I guess my elliptical session will have to wait…" She muttered out loud before exiting the bathroom.


Rachel had been rehearsing her dance routines at the theatre for the past 2 hours when she decided to take a break. Technically, her rehearsal was starting later but she had accepted her co-star's offer for a one-on-one rehearsal to catch up her delay.

Running lines was manageable for the Jewish girl but she was struggling more with the choreographies. As she sat on the edge of the stage, James, her co-worker, handed her a bottle of water before sitting next to her.

"I'm a little surprised that you agreed to work on a one-on-one session with me." The man confessed. "You always said no before…"

"Well, not that I like to admit it but I feel a little behind with some choreographies so it seemed like the right thing to do." The diva explained.

"Or you finally succumbed to my charm." He replied with a charming smile.

The brunette laughed. "You know I'm taken, right?" She said, wiggling her left hand to show her wedding band. Saying she was surprised Santana's name came into her mind before Finn's would be an understatement. But it wasn't the time to think about that.

"Did it stop people before? Especially in our world, people are usually open…" The man winked, ignoring her question as he moved closer.

Rachel frowned, unsure where the conversation was going. "I am not people and I am certainly not a cheater, James."

"Oh come on, don't tell me you never thought about it. You're hot, I'm hot, we are both the leads in this play…" James trailed off, hoping his colleague would understand what he wanted.

The diva moved away discreetly. "Is that even an argument to start anything?"

The man chuckled, moving closer again. "Are you going to tell me you never cheated on your wife after all this time?"

The brunette was starting to understand why Future her never accepted his offer. She hastily stood up before answering him. "I am not who you think I am and let me tell you that my wife won't be happy when she finds out you hit on me. She doesn't like sharing and she's not really patient with people she dislikes." She stated confidently. She knew Santana, well, the high school version of her and she was definitely not the type to share. If she remembered correctly, Santana fought with Lauren Zizes over Puck. Well, she ended up in the nurse's office for the rest of the day but still, she fought for what was hers, kind of…

"Then don't tell her." Her co-star argued, still trying to convince Rachel. "It could be our secret."

She didn't like to hide behind someone to force people to back down because she could fight her own battles but this man didn't seem to understand the meaning of 'no'. "On the contrary, it will be a pleasure to tell her if you don't stop and start acting like professional. I've know her for a long time and she is not afraid to fight with people twice her size. Believe me, she could hurt you and make it looks like an accident." She had never been as happy to be in Santana's life as right now. The tan girl had joked about that but she was sure that if someone was hurting her family, the Latina would retaliate. And somehow knowing the girl could do that for her, at least her future self, was making her heart flutter. She knew it wasn't really mature to say these things to her colleague but she needed him to back off.

"So it's not just rumours." James noted. "Your wife is a psycho who loses her shit when someone goes against you. No one had proof but…"

Rachel gasped. "Santana is not crazy!" At least, not all the time. "And there can't be proof of something she never did." It was better to deny everything just in case. But once again, knowing that Santana stood up for her in the past when Finn never did, it made her feel special. Right now, she needed to conclude this conversation. "Now, are you ready to be the professional I am sure you can be or are you going to keep acting like an obtuse male?"

The man snorted. "Don't get on your high horse! There are a lot of prettier girls that are lining up for me. It's a wonder you ever succeeded in the business with that face and your bitch attitude." He taunted, clearly offended by the rejection.

"The fact that I turned you down doesn't allow you to insult me. In fact, before your ego was so easily wounded by my refusal, I was pretty enough to have sexual intercourse with you. And for your information, I succeeded because I have talent which is something I can't say about you." The diva replied before storming out of the stage.

The diva was supposed to be famous and respected but people were still making fun of her physical appearance and her personality, it wasn't fair. She thought that once she got out of high school, she would be more appreciated but she guessed some things never changed, if this journey into the future was any proof. Before exiting the theatre, she ran into one of her colleagues and told her she had a family emergency. She would deal with the consequences of missing rehearsal later. Right now, she just wanted to go home, even if it wasn't really home. Of course 'the show must go on' had always been her motto but after all, it wasn't even her life. She shouldn't be responsible for what happened.

Rachel decided to take a walk around the theatre before going home. She just wanted to get lost in the streets and appreciate the atmosphere of the city. She hadn't taken the time to do that since her date night with Santana a week ago. At least her future was in New-York, she could find some nice things to do here. After a while, she called her chauffeur to drive her back to her place.


When she entered the house, everything was calm and no one was in sight. She decided to take advantage of it to take a warm shower. She walked to her room, put some music on the dock station and dropped her stuff on the bed before going to the en-suite bathroom.

The last thing the diva expected when she entered the bathroom was to see Santana in the shower. She must have been so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the sound of water running. She found herself rooted to the spot just like she was a week ago when she saw the Latina half naked in the closet.

The shower glass door was preventing her from seeing the girl's body completely but her silhouette was enough to capture her attention. The way the girl's hands were moving to rinse the soap, running gracefully and painfully slow. The brunette swallowed dryly and found herself admiring the view.

'Rachel, don't be a pervert and move your body out of here before Santana sees you!' She mentally screamed and scolded. 'Oh sweet Barbra, she's turning around. She's going to catch me staring at her. Move, Rachel Barbra Berry!' Too late...

Santana looked at her and smirked. "You are welcome to join, baby." She said in husky voice as she ran her hands more slowly and seductively on her body.

Feeling flustered, the brunette stuttered. "I … I uh … Santana …" She tried to retreat quickly but in her panic, she failed to notice the puddle and slipped. She fell on the floor with a loud bang. "Ouch!" She heard the Latina laugh before her very naked form helped her stand up.

"Are you alright?" The raven-haired girl asked amused. "I didn't know my hotness could literally sweep you off your feet."

Rachel stared at her sternly. "This is not funny, Santana. I could have hurt myself very badly." She tried not to pout at the girl and ended up with her lips pursed tightly together.

The Latina snorted. "As if it was my fault. Just let me check if you're okay." The girl said while she inspected the diva's body for cut or bump.

The brunette tried to look everywhere but at Santana's body, which was kind of difficult when she was so close to her. At some point, her eyes fell on the girl's gold star tattoo with her initial in it and she felt the urge to touch it. Her body must have thought it was an order because she rapidly found herself with her hand on the girl's ribs, caressing the tattoo softly and gently.

Santana grinned softly. "I love how after all this time, you still touch it like you're afraid it might have disappeared, like all we have is just a dream and you're going to wake up."

Rachel looked up and saw the grin on Santana's face had turned in a gentle smile. Her breath hitched and her heart raced as she noticed how close Santana's face was to hers. She could feel the girl's warm minty breath and before she could do anything that would end up badly, she blurted out. "Oh, you have no idea…" She removed her hand from the Latina's ribs before musing. 'Did she always have these cute dimples?'

Santana finished her 'check-up' of the diva's body. "You're not hurt so I'm gonna go back into the shower now." She smiled happily and kissed the girl's forehead before resuming her shower.

The diva stared at Santana's glorious back as she walked back into the shower. When the Latina told her she could watch if she didn't want join her, the diva's face turned crimson and she rushed at the door. Once outside, she jumped on her bed, mortified. 'Santana has a nice body, especially after giving birth and her skin is so soft and… what? Okay, no, Rachel you are not supposed to go there.' She thought.


Rachel was still deep in her thoughts when Santana exited to bathroom. Thankfully, the girl was dressed.

"How was rehearsal? You came home early today." The Latina questioned while sorting some clothes.

'I should tell her what happened, just to see how she'd react…' The diva mused before clearing her throat. "Let's just say I wasn't able to rehearse properly with the rest of the crew once my co-star hit on me…"

"WHAT?" The raven-haired girl asked loudly as she turned to face her wife.

"No need to shout, Santana, I have a perfect hearing. I made it perfectly clear that I wasn't interested so you don't have to worry." The brunette assured.

"Of course I need to worry!" Santana retorted. "You're mine. I know you hate that word because it means possession and you are your own person but it's like an international fact that we are together. You're always wearing at least your wedding band. It's so disrespectful and unprofessional. He better hopes that we don't cross paths because your director will need his understudy sooner than he thinks." She put a shirt in the laundry bin before moving closer to the bed.

Rachel smiled despite herself, remembering what she said to her co-star about Santana. She was right in her assessment.

"Why are you smiling?" The Latina asked, sitting next to Rachel on the bed.

The petite girl shrugged. "It's just nice to hear you say that even though I don't…"

"Condone violence, yeah, yeah, I know." The raven-haired girl cut her off.

How could she predict what she was going to say? It was always a surprise for her when Santana was able to finish her sentences. They fell into a comfortable silence.

Although the diva didn't want to think about her colleague's comment regarding her beauty, her mind refused to let it go. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice Santana watching her until the girl spoke again. "There's something else you're not telling me."

The diva's eyes went wide in surprise. She knew the girl was perceptive but not this much. "How do you know there is something else?"

Santana scoffed. "Please, after all these years you think I can't notice your 'there's something bugging me' face. So what is it?"

The brunette was glad and flattered that her future self's wife knew her so well and was capable of reading her facial expressions. Finn clearly wasn't able to discern the difference when she was mad or upset. But at the same time, it meant it would be harder to hide things from her. After a moment of hesitation, worrying her lower lip, Rachel asked. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Even if she didn't want to look weak in front of Santana and hated herself for feeling the need to ask, she needed some reassurance.

The Latina laughed. "No, I married you just because you're a sex kitten." She joked. When Rachel didn't answer and looked at her hands, she sat the diva on her lap. She kissed her nose and lifted her chin with her finger to make eye contact. "You usually don't ask me that out of blue. Did he say something else?"

The brunette sighed. "It's nothing really. I am used to it, it shouldn't bother me. I just thought that now…"

"Rachel, tell me." The raven-haired girl insisted, tightening her embrace to show her support.

"After I turned him down, he said I wasn't really pretty and that he didn't know why I was successful…" The diva leaned against Santana and felt the girl tense. "Santana?"

"He's freaking dead meat." The Latina announced coldly.

The brunette put her hand on Santana's chest to calm her. "No, please." She was slightly frightened by the girl's cold statement. It sounded awfully like the girl she knew in High School. "It's not worth it. He's not the first to tell me that…"

"Of course it's worth it! You're worth it! You are beautiful Rachel, each and every part of you is. I tell you that everyday and I'll keep doing it even when we're old and wrinkled. Since we got together, I can't help but feel lucky to have someone like you in my life. So yeah, who gives a fuck what this fucktard thinks? He's just frustrated that he can't have a girl as awesome and stunning as you."

As much as Rachel would usually chastise the girl for her language, she couldn't care less at this moment. Not when Santana Lopez was telling her all those sweet things which were making her stomach flutter. "Thank you." was all the diva could reply when tears started to fall from her eyes.

Santana smiled, wiping the tears away with her thumb. "Beside, you're half a Lopez and Lopez only goes with beautiful, talented, awesome and bad-ass."

The brunette gave a watery laugh and decided she was comfortable enough to play along. "So, what does Berry go with?"

"Easy-peasy: smart, passionate, successful and charming." The taller girl stated.

"You are quite the charmer here." The diva said playfully. And somehow it was true, Santana could be really charming. 'Am I flirting with her? Oh my sweet Barbra…' She thought.

"Only for you, babe, only for you…" The Latina kissed her forehead before speaking again. "Now, the girls are asleep, how does cuddles and Funny Girl sound?"

The brunette locked eyes with the girl. The Latina was looking at her with so much love and adoration that she couldn't imagine a better way to spend her night. She could work later. "That sounds lovely." She finally replied. "Lead the way Mrs Berry-Lopez."

Maybe there were worse things in this world than being married to Santana Lopez…


Sunday hadn't started out well for Rachel. Her director had left a message asking her to call him as soon as possible. He didn't seem pleased on the voicemail and that fact was proved by the heated argument she had with him for almost an hour when she called him back. The diva tried to explain what happened with her co-star but the man refused to hear it. He concluded the conversation by telling her to come early Monday morning and make sure to organize her personal life before coming since she wouldn't be leaving the theatre early. Rachel guessed Future her chose the play for its potential and not for the director's personality. She decided to forget about the play for the rest of the day, as shocking as that was.

After playing with the kids and working in her office, Santana reminded her, or more precisely informed her since her future self knew and not her, that some of their friends were coming for dinner. The diva soon found herself alone in the kitchen. The Latina had left to go to the grocery store and the girls were napping. Guessing she was supposed to help, she decided to bake. It always had been something that relaxed her and with what was happening in her life lately, she needed it.

The brunette was putting the cake in the oven when she heard the front door open.

"Honey, I'm home." Santana sing-songed happily.

Rachel giggled. The girl could be such a dork sometimes. "Kitchen!" She replied. She turned around to see the Latina only to come face to face with a huge bouquet of roses. "Oh my god, are these for me?" She asked shyly.

"There're certainly not for wheezy or Quinn bitch." The raven-haired girl smirked.

"Santana! Don't be mean about your friends." The diva chastised but she quickly smiled when she looked at the roses in her hands. "It's so sweet of you. What's the occasion?"

"Do I need an excuse to spoil my wife?" Santana replied, leaning in to kiss her lips.

Rachel blushed, she wasn't used to receiving flowers. Finn only bought her some when he wanted something or when she was mad at him for a long period of time. But Santana, she was sweet and affectionate for no other reason than because she loved her, well Future her. It was nice to be around this version of the girl. "Thank you."

"The hobbits are sleeping?" The Latina questioned, taking one of the cookies Rachel baked and eating it.

"You know, Santana, they will grow up at some point. It's just a part of their development." The brunette said while washing her hands at the kitchen sink.

The raven-haired girl approached her and hugged her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder. "Yes, but not my pint size wife."

Rachel gasped, wiping her hands on a towel before slapping the girl's arm. "Santana! I'll have you know that I am not that much shorter than you."

The Latina chuckled. "But it's okay because you fit perfectly with me." She kissed the diva's neck.

Rachel shuddered. It always surprised her how her body reacted at Santana's touch, even the most innocent one. She really should take more time to analyse this. She always thought she was straight even if once or twice, she took the time to appreciate the girls in their Cheerios uniform. She thought it was just for comparison but now… Maybe she fell for a person and not a gender and being with Finn had just prevented her from exploring that part of her.

Santana left the kitchen to change her clothes and came back to help her cook a few minutes later. It was nice; they talked about nothing and everything. She even obtained some random information about the Latina. This time wrap experience could be enjoyable when she wasn't trying to fight it too much.

After a while, the Latina said. "I'll finish up if you want to rehearse some songs…"

"Really?" The diva asked surprised and unsure.

Santana shrugged. "Yeah."

Rachel surprised herself by giving a tender kiss on the girl's cheek as a thank you. It was the first time since she arrived in this reality that she wasn't doing it on purpose. She thanked the girl again and went to her office.


Quinn showed up first and early. She played with the kids while the diva and Santana finished the preparation. Mercedes, who was in New-York for a week, was the second guest to arrive, followed by Tina who was far too happy about the bottle of wine she brought for dinner. Apparently Mike was working and couldn't come which meant she could drink more and sleep in one of the guest room if she wanted. Rachel stared baffled as the girls fought for the guest rooms. Quinn quickly stated the room on the ground floor was hers since Santana and Rachel bought the house and if someone tried to share it with her, they wouldn't live to see another day. The diva was forced to leave the bickering scene when the doorbell rang.

When the brunette opened the door, she happily welcomed Kurt, hugging him tightly. However, when she turned to his right, expecting to see Blaine, she stopped dead in her track in front of a tall brown-haired man.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" The man asked.

Kurt looked at his face with attention. "No, your face is perfect, darling. Don't mind divalicious, I'm sure she has a perfect reason to act like a weirdo, right Rach?"

"Hum…I …" Rachel started confused. Luckily, she was saved from the awkwardness of the moment when Quinn arrived behind her.

"Kurt, Elliot!" The blonde greeted them. "Come in."

"Is Rachel alright?" Elliot asked concerned, eyeing the girl.

"Yeah, she's doing this 'staring and blinking' thing tonight. Maybe it's an acting exercise, we're not sure but don't mind her…" The publisher explained, waving her hand dismissively.

The diva kept staring at the group, completely confused about what was happening in her house tonight. A part of the glee club was here, a decade after their future selves left high school and they were all friends, close ones it seemed. They were having dinner with her and Santana, like it was a common occurrence and no one seemed to be shocked that they were married.

"Where's Satan?" The designer questioned.

"She's here Lady Lips." Santana said with a grin as she reached the group in the living room. She hugged the two boys before going next to Mercedes, Quinn and Tina. "The girls want their aunties to read their goodnight story, do you mind?" The Latina asked her three friends.

"Yes!" Tina squealed. "Oohh, can we read Cinderella?"

Quinn scoffed. "No!"

The Asian girl frowned. "But why?"

"Misogynistic much?" The blonde answered. "Let's just ask them what they want first, alright." She said as they walked toward the stairs.

The diva was still watching everyone interact when Santana's arms circled her waist from behind. "Are you okay?" The taller girl whispered.

"I know my questions are going to sound odd but I asked you to trust me the other day and I need you to do that right now and answer me." The confused brunette whispered into the girl's ear. Santana looked at her suspiciously before nodding. "Where is Blaine and who is this boy?"

"Are you serious?" The Latina asked in disbelief, breaking their embrace.

"Santana, please." Rachel begged the girl, pouting a little. She had noticed it had a certain influence over the girl.

The raven-haired girl stared at her emotionless before sighing. "Okay… Blaine is… I don't know, in Chicago, I think. He's producing a play he wrote there. And Elliot is Kurt's boyfriend for like five years now, which you should know since you pushed them to date instead of being just friends."

"I never thought Kurt and Blaine would break up." The diva confessed.

"Well, you never thought Finn and you would break up and look where you are now." Santana remarked, gesturing around the room. "It was definitely for the best…"

"Mmhh…" The brunette acknowledged absent-mindedly. She had so much to think about now that she obtained more information on everyone.

"Rachel." Santana said to get the girl's attention, softly cupping her cheeks with her hands. "I'm willing to give you space and play along with whatever you're doing right now but I'm going to need answers and soon because my patience is wearing thin…"

Rachel was about to reply when Kurt interrupted her. "I really don't want to see you two making out, so can we please open the wine? The girls will join us when the story's over."

"Stop whining, you're going to have your drink, princess!" The Latina exclaimed, leaving Rachel in the corner of the room to join the boys.


The dinner was going well, they were all chatting about their lives and their projects. After a while, Mercedes switched into her gossip mode and started talking about Puck.

"I saw Puck in L.A last week and guess who his new girlfriend is?" The singer asked with a bit of suspense.

"Quinn!" Tina shouted, clearly buzzed.

The blonde scowled, slightly intoxicated too. "Shut up! I'm right here dumbass."

The Asian girl held her hands up in surrender. "Worth a shot…"

Mercedes shook her head at the girls' actions. "No, Lauren Zizes! They met at a concert from what I understood and they have rekindled their relationship since. He …" The girl tried to continue her story but Quinn and Santana were laughing so hard that she couldn't. Kurt and Elliot were looking at the girls with amusement while Tina was laughing with them. The singer turned her attention to Rachel and asked. "Girl, are you okay?"

Rachel smiled politely. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Usually, you would have made a remark by now." Mercedes explained. "Lecturing them about laughing and saying something like 'if Puck is happy, it's all that mattered' or something." She shrugged.

"Well Noah is… a grown up man, he can date whoever he pleases." The diva stated as the laughter around her started to die. "And asking these two to stop making fun of people is like asking the sun not to shine, it's pointless." Everyone felt silent, clearly surprised by the seriousness of the statement. She saw Santana and Quinn exchange a look and understood her comment might be harsh, especially as 'a wife' and a friend of the blonde. She quickly added with a show smile. "But that's why we love them right?"

"Damn right, we keeps it reals!" Santana declared proudly.

The blonde scoffed. "Seriously, I told you to stop with the 'Ss, it's pathetic."

"And I told you to stop wearing that awful perfume which smells like a cheap toilet deodorant but are you listening?" The Latina bit back.

"You're such a bitch!"

"Whatever, you're just jealous because I have better taste than you." The raven-haired replied. "Now move your ass and help me get the desserts."

"Why? I'm not your maid!" Quinn growled but rose from her chair to help her friend anyway.

"Don't stab her with the dessert knife!" Kurt told her playfully.

"Don't tempt me!" The publisher exclaimed. "But then I'll have to deal with Berry's wrath and I'm so not in the mood for that right now. Besides, I'm wearing my favourite boots; I don't want dirt on them if I have to bury their bodies in their garden."

"As if Barbie!" Santana snorted.

The group laughed and Rachel couldn't help but smile at the scene in front of her. Everyone was so mature now and despite the teasing, you could see they cared about each other. They ate dessert and talked for a while before they called it a night. Kurt and Elliott went back to their apartment and the girls settled in their room for the night.


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A/N 2: For the guests complaining that the story doesn't go as they want, no one forces you to read it. That's our story, we had planned every part on purpose. To quote the review of AngieMG, 'maybe Rachel was sent to the future to learn how to be selfless', so not everything has to be about Pezberry 'getting their mack on'. So like I said, don't like it, don't read it because seriously, it's becoming real annoying, real fast. If you want stories where they are together after a week, I can recommend you some good stuff but none will have one of the girls saying something about time travelling anyway (just saying). We are trying to do something different, it just requires patience on your part because something big will happen in chapter 12…

A/N 3: Guest (thanks for liking the story.), my only answer will be Article 19 from the Declaration of Human Rights: Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and to seek, receive and impart information and ideas through any media and regardless of frontiers.