Author's Note: Hello, lovely readers. I cannot express enough how much your reviews really just make my day. So many of you have such thoughtful things to say about my writing and this story and I really appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you so much for sticking with this story for so long! And now, another chapter, that will hopefully help us through this ridiculously long hiatus...

"Everything okay, babe?" Justin asked, rubbing Quinn's hand with his right hand while he steered the car with his left. "You seem tense." Quinn nodded.

"It's always a little stressful when Britt and San throw these big parties. It's a blast from the past, you know?" Justin nodded.

"It's kind of nice, though, you know? Catching up with all our friends from college, and you and your glee club are tighter than any group of high school friends I've ever met. You guys are like family." Quinn scoffed.

"Yeah, an incestuous backwoods family." They both laughed. "You're right though, I should be excited."

"You always have more fun than you expect to." Justin said, reassuringly. Quinn nodded. She was sure she'd have fun if she could somehow finagle her way out of seeing Rachel Berry all night. It did not seem promising.

Santana checked her phone for the fiftieth time in the last hour. Where the fuck was Rachel? She was supposed to be there early with the puppy, but three phone calls and six text messages had all gone unanswered, and the house was starting to fill up. Santana couldn't help but pat herself on the back for this particular party though. She really had outdone herself. She didn't think this much of the glee club had been together since her wedding, let alone this many of the friends they'd made since college and Brittany started her career as a dancer. Seeing Brittany's face as each new guest walked in was infinitely better than the fake surprised faces Brittany had made over the years. The doorbell rang again. Santana shut her eyes and prayed it was Rachel.

"Well I'll be damned," was all Santana could say.

"I told you I'd find a way here," Finn replied, still wearing his signature goofy grin.

"I can't believe you made it all the way from Ohio." Finn shrugged.

"Britt's thirty. It seemed momentous." Santana nodded. "You remember my wife, Michelle?" Santana nodded to the pregnant brunette. "And this is Lucas," Finn said, ruffling the hair of the little boy holding his hand.

"Hi, Lucas, I'm Santana," she said, waving at the little boy. "Jesus, Finn. I thought he was only, like, three." Santana said, raising an eyebrow.

"He takes after his father in height," Michelle said. Finn grinned.

"I've been calling him Frankentoddler." They both shared a laugh.

"Well, come on in, everyone is in the backyard, B is going to be so excited to see you," Santana said, ushering them into the house. As Brittany grabbed Finn in a giant hug, Santana quietly removed herself to send a text message.

"Rach? Rach! Your phone is buzzing again!" Rachel groaned against the morning light.

"What time is it?"

"One," Sarah said. Rachel jumped up.

"One? Are you serious? In the afternoon?" She looked questioningly at Sarah who simply nodded to her.

"Oh my god. Oh my god! Santana is going to kill me. Santana is going to actually kill me. Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I tried! You just groaned and mumbled. Plus, you're cute when you sleep…"

"Do not try to flirt with me right now, Sarah. I cannot believe I slept this late. I'm not sure I've ever slept in this late."

"Well, we were up pretty late last night." Sarah smirked.

"Seriously, Sarah. Santana does not mess around. I may actually be dead by this time tomorrow. It was lovely getting to know you, and I hope you will speak of me fondly once I'm gone. Maybe this is a good thing…I'll go down as a legend, a young ingénue who died before the pinnacle of her talent was achieved…"

"Stop being dramatic, Rach, and get ready." Sarah placed a chaste kiss on Rachel's lips. Rachel got up and walked into her closet, changing quickly into an outfit for the party.

"I'm just saying," Rachel said as she pulled a shirt over her head, "going out big like James Dean, or Kurt Cobain, or Eva Peron, may not be the worst idea career wise…"

"You're such a drama queen…get dressed. I'm going to walk Lola so we don't have a repeat of the car peeing incident."

"Marvin Gaye, Judy Garland, Sam Cooke, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, John Lennon, Billie Holiday, Jim Morrison, Elliott Smith, Jeff and Tim Buckley…" Rachel trailed on.

"GET DRESSED!" Sarah yelled from downstairs. "And stop being so morbid!"

"Aunt B!"Lily crashed into Brittany's leg, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Happy birthday, Aunt B!" Hannah said, hugging her other side. Brittany shifted Nico on her hip once a third girl grabbed her around the middle.

"Thanks guys!"

"Okay, girls, give Aunt B some space," Quinn said, gesturing for her daughters to back off. Quinn leaned in and gave Brittany a light kiss on the cheek. "Happy birthday, B, welcome to the over thirties club."

"Thanks, Q."

"Trust me, it's better than your twenties," Justin added, giving Brittany a hug and a kiss on the cheek as well. Quinn glanced nervously around the yard while Brittany and Justin made small talk.

"I'm going to go say hi to Finn, okay?" She asked, catching his eye. He simply nodded, and Quinn walked toward Finn and his wife.

"Thirty," Brittany said, "it's a whole new ballgame."

"As though every decade isn't?" Justin replied.

Santana held Olivia's hand, letting the toddler guide her around her house at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"Mami, mami, up!" She said. Santana was more than happy to comply, lifting Olivia on to her hip and straightening the pink headband in her blond curls. Olivia pulled at her weave. The house was pretty much full by now with guests circulating the backyard and the kitchen. Brittany walked in and raised an eyebrow at her wife pacing in the living room.

"I've been looking for you," she said, holding Nico on her hip.

"Sorry," Santana replied, giving Brittany a light peck. "Go outside and enjoy the party. Berry said she needed to talk to me about something when she got here so I'm just waiting for her."

"Rachel needed to talk to you about something?"

"No." Nico said. Brittany laughed.

"That's just what I was thinking." Brittany said, nuzzling into her son's dark curls. Santana shrugged.

"I don't know, but I told Berry I would, so here I am." Brittany looked questioningly at her wife, but decided to drop it.

"Okay. You want to go outside, Nic?"

"No."

"You want to stay inside with Mami?"

"No."

"You want something to eat?"

"No."

"He's so your son," Brittany laughed and took him outside.

Santana's phone finally buzzed.

"Thank god you're here, Britts been asking questions." Santana said as she walked out the door.

"Just come outside."

"Say hi to Aunt Berry, Livi," Santana said when they got to Rachel's car.

"Hi!" Olivia said, waving at Rachel.

"Oh, come here, you," Rachel said, taking Olivia from Santana.

"She's gotten so big since the last time I saw her," Sarah said. Santana nodded.

"It's crazy, right? I though infants were bad, but now they're walking all over the house…I'm a nervous wreck." Rachel laughed.

"Okay," Santana said. "Here's how this is going to work. Sarah, you go in first, make sure the coast is clear. I'll follow with the dog crate, and Berry will follow behind me with Olivia. I'll go in my room, Rachel, you'll stand guard, and Sarah, you'll distract Brittany. We'll stash the crate, I'll get the puppy in the basket, and then give it to Brittany and then she'll love me forever. Got it?"

"I'm pretty sure she already loves you forever, Santana."

"We'll this is like the final nail or whatever. And thanks for stashing the dog for me, Berry."

"Anytime, you know I'm always happy to assist in a grand romantic gesture. It's so 1950's Hollywood. Or 1990's television." Rachel said. Santana just rolled her eyes.

Santana took a deep breath as they walked into the backyard and she caught sight of Brittany. Santana held the basket close to her chest, so that the puppy didn't pop its head out.

"I wanted to give you your birthday present before anyone else got a chance to one up me." Santana said, approaching Brittany from behind and whispering in her ear. "Give Nico to Sarah." Santana said.

"But, I…"

"Please, B, trust me." Brittany handed their son to Sarah.

"Okay, now sit down." Brittany lowered herself into the grass and Santana put the basket between them. "Now turn around, B," Santana said. Brittany swiveled in the grass.

"Oh," Brittany said. "You got me a picnic basket."

"No," Santana said, chuckling. Just then Lola popped her head out from under the blanket in the basket.

"Is that a…San…is that…did you…oh my god! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Brittany tackled Santana to the ground. "Puppy! You got us a puppy!" Brittany pulled the dog out of the basket and nuzzled her. Brittany looked at the tags. Lola Pierce-Lopez.

"They already named her at the shelter, I thought it would be easier to keep the name…"

"Lola is an adorable name, San, and I don't care about the name, I'm just so excited that we have a puppy!" Brittany yelped, placing kisses all over Santana, but quickly redirecting her attention toward the new puppy. Santana beamed at Brittany who was grinning and snuggling the little dog. Rachel and Sarah joined them on the ground, letting the babies crawl over to their mothers. Lola sat, her head to the side, looking inquisitively at the toddlers who were both on all fours staring at the dog. Brittany giggled at the strange exchange. Finally Nico reached his little arm out and patted the puppy's nose. He put his hand back on the ground. Olivia followed her brother's cue and patted the dog's nose as well. Lola leaned forward and gave a big, sloppy, lick to both of their cheeks. Both children collapsed in laughter as the puppy stumbled over to them tickling both of their faces. Brittany lay her head on Santana's shoulder.

"I think they like each other," Santana said, kissing the top of Brittany's head. Rachel snapped a picture.

"Justin! Long time, no see!" Santana said, pulling Justin in for a quick hug.

"I know!" Justin said as they pulled apart. Santana placed Nico on the ground and let him crawl around her feet, playing with Harper and Lily. "You know, I never thought I'd see the day that you would be so settled…two children and a dog."

"What can I say?" Santana asked. "I may be growing up."

"Unlikely," Quinn scoffed. "You just never developed the ability to say no to Brittany."

"True," Justin said. "But still. I still see you as that little freshman crying in your twin bed in that tiny dorm you two had because you had gotten drunk the night before and pushed Brittany away."

"Or flirted with a cheerleader."

"Or didn't tell her you loved her enough."

"Okay, that's about enough with my collegiate history." Santana interjected. Justin laughed.

"It's just nice to see we've come so far." He said, pulling Quinn tightly to him, and placing a kiss on the top of her head.

Lily tugged on the hem of Santana's shirt.

"Hey, Bug," Santana said, looking down at the little girl and lifting her son onto her hip. "What's up?"

"Do you have a name?" Lily asked. Santana looked at the little girl, confused.

"What do you mean, do I have a name?"

"Well, mom always calls you Aunt B and S. Do you have a real name?" Santana laughed quietly at this. "Like…a name that's not just a letter?" Lily added.

"Yeah, Lil," Santana said, chuckling to herself. "My name is Santana Pierce-Lopez, and Aunt B's name is Brittany Susan Pierce-Lopez."

"You have really long names…is that why mom shortens them?"

"I don't know…you're mom has always shortened our names…even before your Aunt B and I had that long hyphenated last name." Lily nuzzled into Santana's hip, scrunching up her forehead, not sure what hyphenated meant.

"I hope I end up like you, Aunt S…Aunt San-tana…you're like…the coolest grownup I know. Also…your name is funny." Santana laughed.

"I was named after a famous guitarist, Lil. I'll give you some of his music before you leave, okay?" Santana kissed the top of Lily's head. "And you don't want to be just like me. You're going to be your own, strong, Lily Fabray-Scott one day." Justin grinned at his daughter.

"I'm going to go get some food. Anyone want anything?" Quinn asked abruptly. Everyone shook their heads and Quinn walked away.

"Daddy, can we go see the puppy?" Lily asked, looking up at Justin.

"Of course," he said. "Now I'm going to have to get my kids a dog," he whispered over to Santana as they walked towards Lola.

"Well, at least you won't actually have to take care of it," Santana said to her son once Justin was out of earshot. "Let's go get something to eat."

Santana stood by the table, trying to juggle her son and a handful of chips. Throwing large parties still stressed her out, and stress resulted in the copious consumption of greasy, salty food.

"You make me sick, Lopez."

"Oh, well it's good to see you too, Puckerman," Santana said, plastering a fake cheerleading grin on her face. "Welcome to my house. Eat my food. Take advantage of my hospitality. I obviously don't need to tell you that you're welcome to drink anything you'd like…I can see you've already figured that one out." Santana gestured to the beer in Puck's hand. Puck opened his mouth to speak. "And before you say anything, Puck," Santana said, cutting him off, "Nico repeats pretty much everything said to him, so keep it PG."

"F-U-C-K you, Lopez. You still make me sick."

"And why is that?"

"I just can't stand to see you all domesticated and shittizzlepants."

"Whatever, Puckerman. Look at how happy Brittany is." They glanced over at Brittany who was sitting in the grass with Olivia, Lily and Lola, giggling. "Besides, you came with a hot piece of…you know. I don't see why you're wasting your time complaining to me."

"I mean, girl is banging, Santana, obviously. She's some model. Dumb as a box of rocks, though."

"Don't tell me, the Puckasaurus actually wants a meaningful relationship? With like…feelings? Or worse…the dreaded…commitment?"

"Oh F you, Santana. Look at our friends! Rachel, Kurt, Sam and I are like the only ones not settled down. And Rachel is certifiably insane, Kurt and Sam are gay, which everyone knows means he gets an extra ten years before he has to settle down, and that just leaves me. I mean, we were kind of the same in high school, Santana. Slept with everyone, didn't do sex with feelings, yet somehow, here you are, with a wife, two kids, and now a dog, and I'm as alone as ever."

"I am literally without words, Noah. Literally. Why don't you go talk to my Aunt Rita? You two always seem to hit it off. Maybe it will bring you back to reality?"

"Fu-duck you, Santana. And you're right. Maybe I just need an older woman to set me back on track." Puck stumbled off to Rita.

"What is happening?" Santana mumbled under her breath to her son. She looked up and saw Quinn at the other end of the table, her eyes fixed in a death glare at Rachel and Sarah. Santana rolled her eyes and walked over to her friend.

"Yo, Q." Quinn jumped.

"Jesus, Santana, you startled me."

"You would probably be more aware of your surroundings if you took a break from attempting to make Sarah's head explode with your devil eyes." Quinn rolled her eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Look, Q, I'm not going to push it," Santana said. Quinn looked at her with a glare that quickly softened when she saw that Santana had that soft, understanding look on her face again. It was a look that had been showing up too frequently, lately. She reached out and took Nico, placing a soft kiss into his curly hair. "I just miss you, okay?" Santana continued. "You're a lot more fun at these things when we're complaining about Sam or making fun of the future Paul Bunyan over there," Santana said, gesturing to Finn's son.

"I know, right? Finn claims that kid is only three. He's bigger than Lily."

"Knowing Finnocence, that boy was born three years before he even met his wife and she just told him you could literally grow a baby in a Petri dish these days…" They both laughed. "See, I miss this, Q."

"Q." Nico said. Quinn smiled and kissed Nico again.

"See? Your godson misses you too."

"Well I don't know what you two are missing. I'm right here, same as I've always been." Santana rolled her eyes and took her son.

"I should go find Britt, and I know I sound like a broken record, but…"

"I know, I know, your door is always open."

"Seriously, Q."

"I know, Santana. I just don't have anything to talk about."

Quinn finally took a bite of her hotdog as Santana wandered in Brittany's direction and then stopped to talk to Mercedes and James. Quinn hated Santana with feelings. Santana started seeing a therapist after a particularly bad feelings freak out a year after they had graduated from college. Quinn was fairly certain that Santana still saw her, because there was no way that someone got over the watershed that was Santana's insecurity/commitment/self-loathing homophobia in a just a few sessions, or even in just a few years. The problem was, this hyper-aware of her feelings Santana also had a way of seeing right through Quinn. Quinn took another bite of her hotdog before catching Rachel's eye. She glared at her, only breaking the gaze when she saw Santana's raised eyebrow. She looked around the yard. Lily was still sitting with Brittany, and Justin, Harper and Hannah were with Finn and his family. She had to get out there. It was all too…overwhelming for her. She threw her hotdog in the trash and headed for the bathroom.

"Are you having a good time, babe?" Santana asked. resting on the grass next to Brittany, who still hadn't left the puppy's side.

"Amazing time," Brittany said, catching Santana's lips in a quick kiss.

"Your little man is getting so big!" Mike said, his eyes wide.

"I know," Santana said, a little sadly, handing her son over to Mike.

"You're almost old enough for me to start teaching you how to pop and lock," Mike said to the baby. "That's how you get the ladies," he whispered.

"Or the gentlemen," Kurt added.

"True. Or the gentlemen. We'll all love you no matter what, little Santittany man."

"Ugh, you guys are so cheesy," Santana said, rolling her eyes.

"Honey, can you go find Livi her dolphins? She's being fussy." Santana rolled her eyes again. Her daughter was becoming obsessed with her dolphin stuffed animals. Their fins Velcro together like they were holding hands. To be honest, the toy annoyed the crap out of Santana. There was something about the sound of Velcro repeatedly being put together and peeled apart that grated on her nerves. It was Brittany's birthday, though.

"Of course, babe."

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" Quinn asked, as Rachel barged into the bathroom after her. Rachel didn't reply, she just gently shut the door behind her and leaned against it. "What do you want, Rach?"

"I don't want anything."

"Then why are you in here?"

"Well, as flattering as I find it that you keep sending death glares in Sarah's direction, I'm suggesting, for the sake of keeping up our appearances, that it might behoove you to be a bit more subtle."

"What is this, Rach," Quinn said, spinning around so she was facing Rachel. "Some kind of revenge? Are you getting back at me for having the gall to bring my husband to an event instead of you? Because, as I recall, it was you who didn't want to deal with the consequences of our actions."

"It was your idea first."

"What is this? Sixth grade?"

"I'm sorry. Just stop staring." Rachel moved toward the door handle.

"Wait, Rach, I'm sorry," Quinn said, grabbing Rachel's wrist. Quinn leaned forward, pushing the door shut and pressing her body against Rachel's. "I don't like seeing you with her," Quinn whispered into Rachel's ear. Rachel shuddered at the contact, but still allowed her arms to hang limply at her sides, even as Quinn allowed her lips to find Rachel's and pull them into a tight kiss. Rachel moaned back into Quinn's lips. "I don't like the idea of anyone else doing this with you," Quinn continued when the parted for air. She ran her hand up the inside of Rachel's thigh, pleased that all these years after high school Rachel still preferred to wear barely there skirts over pants. Everything in Rachel's body screamed to tell Quinn to stop, to push her away, to head back to the full house. Everything told her to, but for some reason she couldn't will her body to respond.

Santana was pretty sure that Olivia had been playing with the dolphins that morning before the guests had arrived, so she figured her best bet was in the toy chest in the living room. Santana opened it up and began digging through it. She had insisted on getting a chest to conceal the growing number of brightly colored stuffed animals and weird plastic devices with bells and whistles that were taking over her life. She had envisioned a coffee table that really concealed a giant storage container underneath. Brittany, of course, insisted on a hand made chest with garish paintings of animals and the night sky. Santana hated it. She emptied it completely, but there were no dolphins. She walked down the hall to the nursery, there were stuffed animals everywhere, but it was pretty clear that the dolphins weren't in there either. She stood in the doorway trying to retrace her steps of the morning. The dolphins hadn't been played with in the kitchen, and there would have been no reason to bring them in the guest bathroom. She was playing with Olivia for a bit in their bedroom while Brittany got dressed, so there was a chance they could be in there. She started down the hall toward her room. As she passed the bathroom, she heard the definite sound of someone being shoved against the door and a light moan. She chuckled to herself as she continued on to her bedroom. This was the fun thing about being married to a choreographer. As Brittany and Santana continued to age and saw the party antics of their own peers mellow out, the dancers Brittany choreographed for just got younger and younger. Well, they didn't really get younger…they just stayed the same age…Santana fought against allowing Sam's bad Matthew McConaughey impression into her private thoughts. Regardless, hardly a party would go by without someone hooking up in the bathroom. Santana knew she should stop them, but there was something nostalgic for her to see these early-twenty something's drinking too much tequila and getting in on in (technically) their boss' home. Santana entered her bedroom, and there were the dolphins, right in the middle of the bed. She grabbed them and headed back down the hall.

"STOP!" Santana paused in her steps, hearing the voice yell from the bathroom. Okay, so maybe whatever was going on in there wasn't reminiscent of her early twenties. She considered going in right away, but decided she should wait and see if something serious was going on or if it was just a young lovers quarrel. She cautiously approached the bathroom door.

"We can't do this." Santana stopped again. She knew that voice. That voice had been annoying her for the last fifteen years of her life, there was no way she could mistake it for anyone else. She smirked. Typical late bloomer Berry. She didn't get it on in inappropriate places at the normal age to engage in such behavior, of course. She had to wait until her thirties, with one of Santana's employees. This was too good to pass up. She got a little closer to the doorway to see if she could hear the conversation. She was going to give Berry so much shit for this.

"I know you want this though." Santana's breath hitched in her throat as she heard the husky response. That was definitely not Sarah.

"Please, stop. This isn't fair." Rachel said. The other voice just huffed in response.

"None of this is fair," Santana still hadn't resumed breathing. The other voice was definitely Quinn.

"I'm…I'm falling for you." Rachel said.

"I'm married."

"I know! Exactly, you're married, and I couldn't just come here today and watch you parade around with your perfect family pretending that everything is wonderful without backup."

"So that's what Sarah is to you? Backup?"

"It doesn't matter what Sarah is to me, Quinn. What is Justin to you?"

"He's my husband. He's the man I committed to spending the rest of my life with. He's the father of my children."

"Do you love him?" Rachel asked. There was a pregnant silence between the women. Santana still hadn't let out a breath, but she was still frozen in place. "Is he the man you love and want to spend the rest of your life with?"

"I don't understand how I feel anymore."

"Well, I suggest that you figure it out, Quinn."

"Rachel…"

"No. Just no. I thought I could do this, but I can't. I can't fuck you everyday," Santana winced at this. She had never heard Rachel sound so angry. "And then turn around and watch you pretend to be with this man."

"Please, Rach," Quinn mumbled out.

"No. I've tried." Rachel barely fought back a sob. "You know how hard I've tried."

"Rachel."

"Get out, Quinn." The doorknob slowly turned and Santana willed her body to move but she was stuck. Quinn's head was down as she walked out the door, gently shutting it behind her. She looked up and her eyes immediately locked with Santana's.

"Santana." They stared at each other, neither one knowing what to say. "I can explain." Santana held her hand up to stop her.

"You should really be more careful," she said, and walked back toward the party.

"Livi! Mami brought your dolphins!" Brittany said as Santana sat down next to her and handed the stuffed animals to her daughter. Santana leaned over and gave Brittany a long and somewhat overly passionate kiss. "What was that for, San?" Brittany asked as they pulled away, their friends still sitting awkwardly around them.

"It's your birthday. And I love you so, so much, Brittany Pierce-Lopez."

"I love you too, baby." Brittany looked questioningly at her wife, but knew by now when it was time to push, and when it was better to let Santana work through her thoughts.

"So, Sam, tell us about your new boyfriend," Santana said. Lily crawled into Santana's lap. She wasn't going to let Quinn and Rachel ruin Brittany's birthday. She could wait until tomorrow to tell her.

"Thanks for the CD, Aunt Santana!" Lily said, pulling Santana into a tight hug. "Can we listen to it on our way home?" She looked up at Quinn, who nodded.

"Thanks so much for coming you guys!" Brittany said, giving Quinn and Justin a kiss on the cheek.

"Anything for you, Brittany."

"Yeah, thanks guys, we hope you had a good time," Santana added, hugging Justin and then Quinn. "Want to go to lunch sometime this week, Quinn?"

"I'm pretty busy this week, Santana. Plus, doesn't your mom get into town soon?"

"I'm sure we can find sometime, right, Quinn?" Santana glared at her best friend.

"Sure," Quinn said quietly. "Thanks for having us."

"You were quiet tonight." Sarah said as they drove back to Rachel's.

"It's always weird seeing old friends," Rachel explained. Sarah nodded in agreement. "Plus, you only have the tip of the iceberg that was the gross number of sexual relations that group shared."

"Oh, please tell, Ms. Berry."

"I don't know if I can. It's kind of embarrassing."

"Oh you were in high school, it's always embarrassing. Just let it off your chest, Rachel." Rachel laughed.

"Okay, well, Quinn dated Finn. Finn dated me. I dated Puck. Puck dated Quinn. Quinn dated Sam. Sam dated Santana. Santana dated Brittany. Brittany dated Artie. Artie dated Tina. Tina dated Mike. Mike dated Brittany…"

"That's enough." Sarah said, laughing. "You guys were gross."

"Tell me about it," Rachel said. They drove the rest of the way back to Rachel's apartment in silence.

"I'm glad you brought me with you, though," Sarah said, squeezing Sarah's hand and smiling softly at her.

"I'm glad you could come," Rachel replied.

"Ugh, you know what this means?" Sarah asked. Rachel shook her head. "I'm only four hook up steps away from my boss." Rachel looked at her, eyebrows raised. "Me, you, Finn, Quinn, Sam, Santana. Gross."

"Actually, you're only two steps away. I just told you who dated whom. I eliminated the random sex acts. It's really you, me, Finn, Santana."

"Grosser." They both laughed and drove the rest of the way in silence.

"This was the best birthday ever," Brittany whispered to Santana, her arm around her waist. Santana stood on tiptoe and gave Brittany a kiss on the cheek.

"They're so adorable I kind of want to throw up on my life right now. In fact, if someone were showing me this when I was sixteen, I probably would have thrown up," Santana said, as Brittany took another picture of Nico and Olivia curled up asleep in the new dog bed, with Lola in between them.

"You love it." Brittany smiled down into Santana's eyes.

"I know," Santana said softly, a small smile playing on the corner of her lips. She took Brittany's pinky, shrugged and lie her head into her shoulder. Brittany sighed contentedly and rested her head on Santana's, as they watched their little family sleep.