Prompt: Taxi

Author: Alex Gold (Ryzlin)
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Brittana
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I would like to though.

Rachel let out a deep sigh as she slid into the taxi. The seats were soft, and thankfully they weren't gross, sticky or smelly. It was almost relaxing. A nice slow end to a very busy day.

"Where to, Miss?" The driver asked kindly. Rachel couldn't be bothered correcting him and telling him she was married. At least he was being polite.

Rachel closed her eyes and let her head thump against the head rest. "Lopez Towers."

"Sure thing. Nice choice of hotel. Is there a radio station you would prefer?"

She waved a hand dismissively. Right now she didn't care about music (okay, that was a bit of a lie) after twelve hours of recording her for latest album. The ride went silently as the driver zipped in and out of the traffic. He had soft classical music playing, and Rachel was slowly being lulled into a light nap.

"Miss?"

Rachel jerked forward, startled at the noise.

"I'm sorry Miss, but I wanted to ask if you would be okay with picking up another passenger. One of my regulars is trying to hail a cab up ahead, and she'll be going to Lopez Towers too."

"Sure. I don't mind."

Rachel didn't really want to stop. She wanted to go straight to her hotel and sleep in her large, soft and expensive rented bed. But you never knew who you'd met, or where you'd meet them and if this person was staying at Lopez Towers, then there was a slightly higher possibility that it was someone famous. Lopez Towers was renown for its discretion and was a favourite of many celebrities who visited Las Angeles. The taxi slowed down and came to a halt. The door was opened and Rachel felt someone get in. It took her a few minutes to muster enough energy to open her eyes, but when she did, she was met with a rather surprising sight.

"Oh my Barbra."

The other woman looked up from her phone, her eyes widening. "Fuck. Berry."

"Hudson-Berry, actually." Rachel had no idea why that slipped out. Probably something to do with it being Santana Lopez sitting in the taxi with her and the sudden flood of memories that brought involving Santana belittling her relationship with Finn.

"Oh wow, you're still with him? I'd assumed that you two would get a divorce in the first five years."

"You don't have to sound so surprised." Rachel snapped.

Santana shrugged and looked back down at her phone. "What do you want me to do? Congratulate you on not being smothered to death by the sack of potatoes when you copulate? You knew my opinion of your relationship back in high school; I've had no reason to change it over the years."

Rachel narrowed her eyes. "You haven't seen Finn or me in the past fifteen years. How can you have the same opinion? I bet you're not with Brittany anymore!"

"Actually, that's exactly how I have the same opinion of the two of you. The only thing that's changed is now I have to admit you're actually a good singer. I brought your first album by the way."

"I… you what?"

"I brought your first album. And, just so you know, I'm still with Brittany. We're married and have two kids together; a son and a daughter. Britt and I always had that one thing you and Finn don't."

Rachel huffed. She didn't want to admit to Santana that her relationship with Finn had become strained over the past few years. Finn wanted kids, but Rachel didn't want to take the time off work being pregnant would force her to do. It sounded selfish like that, and maybe it was, but Finn didn't understand that as a Broadway actress that she couldn't just take maternity leave when she was close to her due date and for a few months after that. She would be out of action the moment she started showing. But that was only the tip of the iceberg and their most recent argument.

"And what's that, Santana?"

"Communication. Turns out all those crappy day time talk shows were right. Communication is what saves relationships. Though what would I know? I'm just a fully qualified marriage therapist with a happy marriage and happier kids."

"Oh shut up, Santana."

"As you wish."

The taxi fell into silence as Santana continued to text on her phone, and Rachel tried to relax. Eventually, it was Rachel that broke the silence.

"So what does Brittany do?"

"She started off as a back up dancer, but decided to extend her talents into hospitality. She brought a small hotel and built it up to the five star hotel it is today."

The taxi pulled up next to the curb and they got out.

Rachel gazed up the large building that was Lopez Towers. "She named a hotel after you?"

"Nah. Would you believe it was actually called Lopez Towers when she brought it?"

Rachel gaped at her. "That is a bit farfetched. Let me pay for the taxi. I was …"

Rachel turned around to find the taxi gone.

"She also brought a small taxi company that mostly services the patrons of Lopez Towers." Santana said with a small smirk. "Come on."

She led Rachel inside the hotel. "You know, if you want me to, I could refer you to a few colleagues of mine in New York."

"I … I'd appreciate that."

"Huh, I guess you have changed Hudson-Berry. It's Lopez-Pierce, by the way."

Author's Note: Still taking prompts for the sake of having a choice of prompts as my muse can be quite picky. Also, this will be my last update for a while as I work on the other prompts you guys have given me. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed during this whole story and thanks to everyone who has gifted me with prompts. I appreciate it.