A/N: So here's my first chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it. It's not super long, but I'm working on getting the feel for the story. Also, updates will be slower now that I no longer have anything pre-written. My goal is to post a new chapter weekly.

Chapter 14

The next morning Santana awoke to the sound of her phone ringing. She rolls over and groans when she realizes it's only 7:00am. She looks at the caller ID before answering in her cheeriest voice.

"Hey kiddo!"

"Auntie Tana!" Taylie screams through the phone

"Taylie, you don't have to tell. Santana can hear you just fine," Santana can hear her sister scolding through the earpiece.

"So Tay, what are you up to this early on a Sunday?" Santana sits up against the headboard of her bed.

"We need to go to the movies today! I forgot to ask Britty to come to my birthday party!"

"Well how about you let me talk to your mommy and I'll see what I can work out. No promises, though, okay?" She can hear rustling on the other side before she's greeted with her sister's tired voice.

"Sorry about calling so early Santana. I know you're not really a morning person, but she couldn't wait. Do you know if Brittany's working today?" Clarissa questions.

"Yeah, I think she is. If not we can go just to see a movie anyway. How about I pick her up around 2?"

"If it's no trouble. I hate to take up your only day off."

"No trouble, really. I love spending time with my favorite niece. I'll see you later, bye,"

"Bye!" She can hear Taylie in the backround before her phone beeps signaling the end of the call.

Santana sighs and just falls back into her pillows hoping to get at lead another couple hours of sleep.

Brittany's awake and pacing back and forth in front of an annoyed Quinn by 7:30am.

"Stop pacing Britt, you're making me nervous. Also, can you please explain why I'm here at 7 in the morning instead of peacefully sleeping in when we don't even have to be to work until 11?" Quinn sighs exasperated.

"Is it bad that I want to call her? I mean I just saw her last night and I don't want to seem clingy, or what if she's sleeping? I can't just wake her up!" Brittany throws her hands up in the air.

"Well, you didn't have a problem calling me at 6 this morning," grumbles the shorter blonde.

"But that's what best friends are for. I mean, I don't want to seem desperate, but I really want to talk to her."

"Then just text her, that way you won't wake her up if she's sleeping and she'll call you later. Besides, you'll see her tomorrow. She invited us to Sam's photo shoot tomorrow."

"Good thinking Quinn, I knew there was a reason that I liked you!" Brittany pulls out her phone and opens a blank text, "What do I say!"

Quinn just groans and falls face first into the pillows of Brittany's bed. She can hear the floor creak as her best friend continues to pace back and forth typing and erasing message after message. She honestly hopes that Santana wakes up and just calls, which would save a lot of trouble. Then again, Brittany might just freak out all over again and she would be forced to take the call. Someone upstairs must be listening because seconds later Brittany's phone rings, halting her steps.

"It's her! Quinn, what should I do?" Brittany panics.

"Just answer the phone Britt," comes Quinn's reply, muffled from the pillow.

"No, you do it!" Next thing she knows Quinn feels something hard hit her in the side of the head. She rubs a hand to the spot and grumbles as she picks up the phone. Answering the call she holds it out for Brittany who shakes her head with wide eyes.

"Hello?" They hear Santana's voice through the phone. After a few seconds Brittany still hasn't opened her mouth, "Anyone there? I'm sorry if I woke you Britt."

"Yeah, sorry Santana. It's Quinn, Britts is still sleeping," Quinn answers for her best friend. "Do you want me to wake her up?"

"No, no it's fine. I was just-uh- wondering if you guys were working today?"

"Yeah, we are actually," Britany gives Quinn a questioning look and the shorter blonde just waves her off. "Any reason you want to know?"

"Well, Taylie's having her birthday party and she wanted to invite Brittany. You can come, too, of course," Santana added.

"I'm sure she'd love that. Bye Santana."

"I'll see you later."

Quinn hears the click and puts down the phone. Immediately Brittany launches into twenty questions mode.

"What did she want? Why did you say I was sleeping? What will I love? Quinn!"

Quinn just smiles, "You'll find out soon. Now that the Santana problem is out of the way I'm going to go back to sleep if you don't mind." She then promptly hands Brittany her phone then rolls over and falls back asleep. Britt just sighs and then decides maybe a few more hours of sleep would be good. However, once she lies down beside her friend her mind just won't stop thinking about what they could have talked about. Eventually, she falls back into a light slumber.

Brittany huffs as she rests her elbow on the counter, supporting her head in her hand. Today has been the slowest day at work in the history of slow days. You'd think, with it being Sunday and all, that there'd be tons of teens and adults with children coming to see a movie.

Truth is, this movie theater sucks. There are only two theaters, and right now the two movies playing are How to Train Your Dragon and that new horror movie she would not be seeing anytime soon.

Quinn watches as her friend lazily draws pictures in the salt spilled on the counter, her eyelids beginning to droop. She's about to say something when she hears the sound of feet running across the floor. She smiles when she sees Taylie running towards them, a piece of paper slapping wildly in her small hand.

Upon seeing her Brittany instantly perks up and a large smile covers her face. Where there's Taylie, there's usually a certain Latina not far behind. She sees her and can't help but admire how long her tan legs look in the short jean cut offs she's wearing. Paired with a white tank top and leather jacket Brittany thinks she looks hot. She gets lost in the image that is Santana before being abruptly pulled back into reality by a very anxious Taylie.

"Britty, Britty you gotta come to my party!" Taylie shoves the paper into her hands. She hears a chuckle and looks up to see Santana walking slowly behind her niece. She looks down and sees a picture of her, Santana, and Taylie standing by a rainbow. She opens the card and on the inside it says, in neat letters, "Come celebrate Taylie's 6th birthday! Monday night at Lima Lanes Bowling, 5:00pm."

"Of course I'll come Tay! And I'll bet Quinn here would like to come as well, is that okay?" Taylie just nods her head.

Santana leans over the counter to give Brittany a kiss on the cheek, lingering for an extra second, "Hey babe," she whispers in her ear causing the blondes breath to hitch. Santana pulls back and nods her head in Quinn's direction, "Quinn"

"Hey Santana," Quinn greetss. Ignoring her friend, whose face turned a nice shade of red.

"So, are you guys here to see a movie?" Britt asks Santana.

"Nah, Taylie just wanted make sure you got your invitation and well, I just wanted an excuse to see my favorite blonde." She winks in Brittany's direction and if it were possibly Brittany's face turns an even darker shade of red as she turns her face away, trying to hide her blush. Pretending not to see the red rising up the blondes face Santana turns to the other blonde. "So, Quinn, are you coming to the photo shoot tomorrow as well? Sam's gonna be there," Santana smirks.

"Well, if it's no trouble, I mean, I'd really like to go."

"Quinn loves photography!" Brittany pipes in, "She takes tons of pictures and wants to be a famous photographer someday."

"Well, that's awesome, you'll have to show me some of those pictures sometime, Q. If they're good maybe I can talk to some people and see what happens." Quinn's eyes widen.

Taylie pulls on the bottom of Santana's shirt, motioning to the arcade across from the theater. "Well, we should probably get going, don't want to keep you guys away from work too long. I'll see you guys tomorrow for the shoot. Pick you up at 9? Then, maybe after we can do a late lunch or something and I'll just give you guys a ride to the party?"

"Yeah, that sounds great," Quinn says, nudging her friend.

"Yeah, thanks, San!"

"Okay, great. See ya then," Santana waves, and then takes her niece's hand as they leave the theater, leading her to the arcade.