Santana texted Rachel from the coffee house around the corner from the theater. Rach had called earlier to say her director was breaking early for the evening and Santana had offered to meet her at the the coffee shop and walk with her home. It would be nice to get out of the apartment for a little while with a purpose. She was going stir crazy and needed to find something to fill her time while her wrist healed.

Walking up to the counter, Santana ordered an iced americano for herself and a mocha soy latte for Rachel. Carefully cradling the iced drink against her body and balancing the saucer for the latte, she set them up at a table against the far wall nearest the window.

A smile broke on her face as the door opened and Rachel walked in. Waving her over, Santana leaned in kissing her softly before motioning to the chairs. "Hey, Tiny. Got you the mocha soy latte thing. The barista promised me the mocha is vegan friendly just like starbucks."

Rachel was incredibly thankful for the early night from rehearsals. She loved getting to run through the number, but having coffee with Santana seemed like a much better way to spend the evening than singing the same numbers over and over.

She finished packing up her things, changing back into her regular clothes, before heading out of the theater and down the street to the coffee shop between the theater and their apartment. She couldn't help but practically skip down the sidewalk in sheer excitement. Sure, she got to see the girls after rehearsal and on breaks, but it definitely had been a huge change going from being around the girls all day and all night, to getting a few hours here and there before passing out from the sheer need of sleep.

Walking into the coffee shop, she scanned the room for Santana, finally spotting her waving figure by the window. A grin lit up her face as she walked across the room, meeting Santana's kiss with a smile. "You are absolutely amazing, San," she said, slipping her arms around the girl for a quick and much needed hug.

Pulling back to join Santana at the table, she sat down, taking a sip of her coffee. "I'm so glad you suggested this. I haven't gone anywhere but the theater and the apartment in at least a week."

Santana leaned into the hug holding Rachel for a few minutes longer before reluctantly letting her go and settling into one of the two chairs. "The apartment and I have missed you. Truth is I was getting a little antsy today in the house too. Was totally happy when you said you were getting out early and it meant I could get out and see my girl too."

She added a few sweeteners to her drink, stirring it with her straw before trying it again. Perfect. "How's the show coming along? Better if the director gave you the night off?"

Rachel let out a content sigh as she relaxed back into her chair, smiling over at Santana. "I almost hugged the director whenever he said we could leave early. But I figured I'd refrain and just come see you instead of scaring him."

"Everything is coming together perfectly though. It'll be absolutely amazing come opening night. We're going to knock your socks off. Everyone is just so talented, I feel so lucky to be a part of this." She took another sip of her drink, a slight scowl on her lips, before reaching over and grabbing a sugar packet, slipping it into her drink and stirring. Taking another sip, she smiled, finally content with the taste.

"I can't wait til rehearsals are over. I just want opening night to be here so we can have a set schedule."

Santana leaned back in her chair marveling at how adorable her girlfriend was. Smiling at her, the Latina listened as Rachel talked about the show and just from the tone alone, Santana could feel that something special that was surrounding it.

"Glad you didn't hug the director and picked me instead. Would hate to have to go be intimidating with him too." Santana teased lightly.

"It will be here soon, Tiny. The curtains will open and Quinn and I will be there trying to stay in our seats and bursting with pride along side your fathers. I cannot wait to see you on that stage, to hear your voice fill the theater."

Rachel beamed across the table at Santana, leaning forward and taking her right hand, lacing their fingers together. "You and Quinn are incredibly intimidating. I love seeing people freeze under your glares. It's insanely attractive," she said with a playful wink.

She loved moments like these. Moments where they could just tease each other and talk about their days. It was simple, but it was absolutely the ideal relationship for Rachel. It was in these moments where Rachel almost had to pinch herself to remind her that it was real.

"I absolutely cannot wait to look out and see you, Quinn, and dads sitting front and center. It'll take almost all of my focus to not wave at you all."

"When Quinn does that Head Bitch glare, God, Tiny, I want to shove her against the wall and take every bit of her." Santana agreed wholeheartedly with Rachel's assessment of Quinn and she was the first to admit that she got a charge out of watching people shrink back when she gave them the look.

"Do you want us to come backstage before the show or would that throw you out of your zone?" Santana asked taking a sip of her drink.

"I'm getting better with my right hand" the Latina stated proudly. "I might get this off in 2 weeks, but its likely to be 3. I have an appointment next week and they'll look to see how it's healing."

Rachel shook her head quickly, toying with Santana's fingers, "You better be coming back stage before the show. I can get back into character right before getting on stage. But I definitely need to see you guys before the show." she stated with a nod.

She gave Santana's hand a squeeze, grinning across the table. "Baby, that's so great. By the time you get that cast off you'll be able to use both hands for anything you'd like. But I definitely can't wait until you get the cast off."

"We'll be there, Tiny. A little earlier than we absolutely necessary so you can get your make up fixed after we kiss you senseless." Santana winked at Rachel before sipping her drink through the straw.

The Latina snorted out a giggle careful not to choke on her drink. "You just can't wait until I can use both hands on you."

Rachel nodded, taking another sip of her drink, "Yes of course. For my first diva request, I demand that you and Quinn come kiss me senseless prior to opening showtime. And I won't go on until you do," she teased.

Seeing Santana laugh, trying not to choke on her drink. She attempted to stifle a small giggle, flashing her a wink, "How did you know?"

"Better be careful there, Tiny. Diva tantrums might lead to a different kind of smacking." Santana's eyes flashed as she smirked playfully at her girlfriend. She had missed spending time with her girl like this.

"We both know I am really good with my left hand, baby."

Rachel raised an eyebrow, grinning "And what sort of smacking would diva tantrums lead to? This sounds like something I might be interested in," she teased, playfully nudging Santana's foot with her own.

"You're amazing with both hands, love. But your left…your left is very talented," she stated with a wink. Taking in a slow breath, she squeezed Santana's hand, "I am so glad that we got to finally have a tiny little date. It feels like it's been forever since we did something like this."

Santana leaned forward dropping her voice to barely a whisper crooking her index finger to draw Rachel closer. "The kind of smacking that means either my hand on Quinn's on your ass. Though of course, this would no doubt take place while one or the other of us also were buried inside you. Hmmm, I'm not sure that is really a deterrent."

"Years of practice, m'lady." Santana's eyes were dazzling in the light, flashing with mirth. "After having your undivided attention on vacation, transitioning back has been challenging for all of us. I love taking you out, baby."

Rachel leaned forward in anticipation, a smirk pulling at her lips as Santana spoke. "Well, then consider me the biggest diva Broadway has ever seen, Santana Lopez." She leaned in a little more, giving Santana's lips a quick peck before pulling back with a smile.

Her eyes were locked on Santana's, resting her cheek against her hand. "I miss being on vacation and all of the relaxing activities that took place. This is very nice though. It's like a breath of fresh air."

"Mmm. Berry has a kinky side. I like it." Santana lifted her brow a smirk tugging at her lips, eyes shining. "We'll preemptively have to set the diva on the right track before your fathers are here. In the interest of being on my best behavior, I've been told no sex even while they are in town."

Reaching across the small table, Santana caressed Rachel's cheek gently, her thumb rolling over smooth skin."I love you, Tiny."

"What can I say? Sometimes I like it rough," she said with a playful shrug, giving Santana another wink. Turning Santana's hand over in her own, she drew imaginary lines along her palm, smiling across at the her. "That's going to be a painfully long few days then. But I know you're going to have them wrapped around your finger by the time they leave."

Rachel let out a content sigh, turning her head slightly to place a light kiss on Santana's thumb. "I love you too, San."

Santana closed her eyes losing herself in the affection for a moment. "Baby, what happens if they don't like me or you know us together? I'm trying to not panic and shit, but it kind of scares me."

The last few words were a little rushed as they made her feel weak and exposed, feelings she would rather keep buried deep. In this instance, though, looking into the face of one of the women she wanted forever with, she had to be forthcoming.

Rachel took Santana's hand in both of hers, bringing it up to her lips to place a kiss to the back of her hand. "I truly believe that they will love you. They aren't necessarily opposed to our relationship and I know that they will come to New York with an open mind about everything. But if, for some reason, they chose not to accept us together, then that would be their loss. They'll just have to realize that I want to spend the rest of my life with you and Quinn and, if they want to be a part of that, they'll have to embrace our relationship."

Her fingers ran up and down Santana's forearm, smiling across the table at her, "I promise it will all work out."

Santana held Rachel's gaze, nodding along as Rachel reassured her. "I promise I will be on my best behavior. I'll … I don't know, not talk or something." Santana smirked a little as Rachel cocked her head and gave her a questioning look. "I know they already know me, but not as your other girlfriend. They are so important to you, baby, and you need them. I wasn't close with my parents and I can still call them, I just can't mention you and Quinn so it's not worth trying."

Santana's eyes closed as Rachel ran her hand up and down her arm soaking up the comfort. "I love you so much. I want you, need you really, in my forever."

Rachel shook her head, stifling a small laugh, "No, you have to talk, that's how I fell absolutely in love with you. Besides, they saw what you did for me and for Quinn whenever she went through the hospital and all of…well, that. You were there for me and it meant so much to me and I know it meant a lot to them knowing that you were here whenever they couldn't be."

She smiled across the table as Santana visibly relaxed, "I love you too, and I can promise you that I'm not going to go anywhere. You and Quinn are the ones I want to spend the rest of my life with. That's the most important thing to me. So if my dads decide they don't want to be a part of the most amazing and beautiful relationship I could ever dream of, then that's something that they'll have to deal with themselves."

"I'll always be there for you and Quinn. No matter what." Santana smiled at Rachel, reaching across to take her hand. "I'll talk to them just the three of us. Let them do the dad thing and interrogate me. Even if that scares the fool out of me. And ask for your hand too - though that will be both Quinn and me."

Sipping her coffee, Santana raised her brow. "Soooo, did gay Melchoir get the message?"

Rachel gave Santana's hand a squeeze, "I won't let them scare you or anything. Besides, they aren't all that intimidating in the first place." She let the last bit of information sink in. Santana and Quinn were going to ask her fathers for her hand. Sure, it had been something they had all spoken about, but hearing it in such a realistic way brought a giant smile to her face. "You and Quinn are going to ask them?" she asked, biting down on her bottom lip, tilting her head to the side.

She shook her head slightly, focusing back on the topic at hand. With a grin she flashed Santana a wink. "The message wasn't needed in the first place. But, if he had any intention of testing his sexuality with me, he will not. He actually told me you and Quinn are incredibly pretty and slightly terrifying. But I definitely loved getting to eat lunch with the two of you on my break. It was nice getting some cuddles too."

"You can let them be dads. You know when we have kids, Quinn and I will get to cross examine anybody they bring home. It won't be pretty." Santana smirked though if it had to do with having kids or being able to intimidate their dates she wasn't sure.

"Of course we are. Quinn insisted we do that before we buy rings and I agree. They deserve the chance to be a part of this as traditionally as we can make it. And you deserve for us to prove we are worthy of you, baby." Santana leaned as far in as the table would allow and kissed Rachel soundly, pouring her heart into the kiss.

"Pretty and intimidating. Good boy. Message received." Santana winked. "I loved seeing you on that stage glowing, Tiny. It's where you were born to be and you've worked damn hard to earn it too."

Rachel shook her head quickly, a smirk playing on her lips. "You make it sound like our future kids will be allowed to date. No no. They don't get to date until they're forty," she teased, taking a sip of the previously forgotten drink.

"You and Quinn are really perfect," she murmured, letting out a content sigh. "I don't see how anyone with any sort of heart could see that our relationship is absolutely beautiful. You never cease to amaze me. But I do insist that you and I go shopping for a gorgeous ring for Quinn when the time comes." Leaning forward, she cupped Santana's cheek as their lips moved together, smiling into the kiss.

She pulled back with a grin, brushing her thumb against Santana's cheek. "Told you you'd like him," she teased. "It felt absolutely wonderful to get to sing for you and Quinn. It made the performance so much more exciting. I feel like that is where I belong. And seeing you two in the audience, that made it feel like home."

"You bring up a very valid point, Tiny. No dating for our future children until at least forty." It was strangely exhilarating to be sitting here with Rachel and discussing children, their children, with a hint of certainty as if the thought of said children together was a foregone conclusion.

Dropping back into her chair with what had to be a goofy expression on her face, Santana smiled broadly. "Absolutely, Rach. I want it to be our ring for her. When we talked about rings, Quinn and I thought it might be nice if you and I picked out hers, she and I yours, and the two of you mine. That way the ring fits the person but also the expression of love and commitment from the other two."

Santana absently stroked her left ring finger looking forward to wearing their ring.