A/N: Welcome to part 2 everyone! Woop ; D Thank you so much to all the reviews that encouraged me to do this!

So this story picks up a few years after the last one. It'll follow basically the same structure. Some sexy times cause who are we kidding, its Brittany and Santana, some flashbacks, to explore some of the stuff that happened on the show, and Spanish - which will be in bold italics.

The flashbacks may cover a little bit of their time in New York before the fic started, cause I got a few ideas and realised that would still be pretty interesting.

Anyway here you guys go. Let me know what you think!

Saturdays were usually Santana's day off. She used to spend her Saturdays with her wife and beautiful little boys, sometimes at home in the pool, sometimes going to the park or when she was lucky and had the whole weekend, they would drive out to Santa Cruz and spend their time at the beach. Usually Santana loved Saturdays.

But for the past month she had been on a small tour round the Midwest, as commissioned by the label. So she had spent her Saturdays either doing interviews or performing. Working. It had Santana locked in her hotel room, lying on her back with a wet cloth over her forehead on most days, like today, trying to stave off her headache. In fact she had a headache so often lately that Eve had started telling the hotels to leave Asprins by her bedside table.

All she had was one more show in Michigan, and then she could finally go home. That was what was keeping her going. It felt oddly like when the twins had just been born and Santana had to leave them to finish her tour. The same anger and frustration at both the fans and her team had crept up on her a week and a half ago, and nearly made her quit the tour. But she'd called Brittany, spoken to her babies and calmed down.

Though, her babies weren't babies anymore. Of course they would always be babies to her, even when they were taller than her with deep voices and beards, but even she could see how much they had grown. They had taken being three as a serious responsibility, growing what Santana was sure was a whole foot and losing some of the baby fat in their cheeks. It made them look suddenly like toddlers, in a way that gave Santana and Brittany a hint into what their grown up faces would be.

Sometimes Santana could not believe how adorable her children were. She would look at them, and try to see them the way a stranger would, try to rid herself of her biased parental opinion, and she was convinced that the result was the same. Her sons were simply beautiful. Every day they looked more and more like her, and that too was something she could not wrap her mind around, though she'd long since stopped trying.

They both had the same dimples on their cheeks when they smiled, had the same cute button nose, Brittany's words not hers, and their skin started to darken somewhere around their second birthday so that they were now the same shade as her. Quinn was convinced they spoke like her too, but this she wasn't sure of. They talked like toddlers who just learned to talk. They both had slight lisps and the cutest pronunciations of the letter 'T' that melted Santana's heart every single time. She looked forward to every day because every day they would do something new that just made her sick with happiness, and she knew she was lucky.

She actually liked her kids' personalities. She and Brittany had read a lot of parenting books and the one thing they all said was that it was important for parents not to have any expectations on how their kids will turn out. Not to put pressure on them to be who you wanted them to be, because then they wouldn't be able to be themselves. Santana had been afraid that the older her sons got, the further they would drift from her, like she had with her parents, but she had been wrong. They were genuinely her best friends. Some of her favourite times were when she could just lay on the couch with them and discuss whatever show they were currently obsessed with in great detail. They made her laugh constantly, and sometimes it scared her to think that they were almost not a part of her life.

Santana was jerked out of her thoughts by a knock on the door. She peeled the cloth off her head and walked to the door, squinting against the light.

"Hey" she mumbled as she opened the door. She left it open for Eve to enter and went back to the bed, gently lying down on the fluffy comforter.

"Headache?" Eve asked.

Santana grunted.

"I wonder if maybe you should get them checked."

"You sound like my therapist."

"Santana I'm serious."

"So was she."

Though her eyes were closed, Santana could feel Eve's disapproving look from across the room.

"Is something wrong?" She asked.

"Depends on who you ask." Eve sat on the edge of her bed, prompting Santana to crack an eye open. "Do you want to cancel the show?"

Santana sat up gingerly, frowning.

"Are you kidding?"

"Your health is important Santana."

"It's just a headache Eve. Everybody gets them."

"Not every day for three weeks."

"I just miss my family." Santana sighed. "And maybe I'm getting too old for touring."

Eve cracked a smile.

"You're 27."

"Ah!" Santana clutched her heart, cringing dramatically. "Don't say it out loud."

Eve shook her head. "Alright, so you really are okay then."

Santana smiled, dropping her hand and looking sincerely at Eve.

"Just a headache."

"Okay." Eve nodded, standing up. "In that case, see you bright and early."

"Bright and early…" Santana lay back down. "Hey do you mind just dipping this is some water for me?" she held the cloth out to Eve.

"Did you take an Asprin?"

"Those things rot your liver."

"Santana-"

"Yes I took an Asprin."

Nodding, Eve left to the bathroom.

"Not too wet please."

"Of course your highness."

Eve returned a few moments later with a freshly wet cloth. Smiling gratefully, Santana took it without sitting up, this time placing it over her eyes.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome dear. Actually…I was thinking…."

"I'm sure it was a very interesting thought but can you tell me tomorrow?"

Santana heard Eve sigh, but didn't remove the cloth to look at her.

"Sure. Have a good night Santana."

The door closed gently behind Eve as she left.

Rubbing her temples, Santana took in a deep breath.

"One more show." She told herself.

Santana had gotten used to the dull pounding in her temples, so she didn't even realise it was there as she walked off stage the next day, waving to the crowd of seven thousand people. She became aware of it when she was met backstage by a few kids who had all access backstage passes, and she stopped to chat with them, but she really began to feel it when Emma draped a jacket over her shoulders and ushered her to her changing room.

"Can I have a-"

Eve, who was already inside the changing room when they walked in, handed her a bottle of water.

"Thanks."

Santana drained the whole bottle before dropping onto the couch in the room.

"Want an Asprin?"

"No." she shook her head. "It's not bad yet."

"You need to take some time off." Emma said, sitting next to her.

"I need to take time off or you need to give me time off." Santana frowned.

Emma pressed her lips together, clearly struggling not to say something.

"Santana you know I'm on your side. I advocate for you with the label, not the other way around."

"Mmhhh" Santana nodded.

"You had to do this tour."

"I know that."

"And you have to do one international-"

"I know." Santana said loudly. "You've already told me this I know."

"Emma…" Eve said, taking a step towards her. "Maybe now isn't the best time to talk about another tour."

Emma sighed, nodding. "You're right. My point was," she turned to Santana. "There isn't any rush. Take some time off, relax. Let me know when you're ready again."

Santana nodded.

With nothing else to say, Emma left the room.

"So the fridge is stocked with a bunch, take your pick. There are some sandwiches in there, some water, juice, energy drinks, the Starbucks Frappuccino that you say isn't coffee…"

"It's coffee flavoured milk" Santana said, holding up a finger. "But thanks."

"You're welcome. There's also a flask on the counter with water I had boiled just before you finished your last set so I t should be perfect now if you want to make your own coffee or tea or something."

"Eve, you know you don't have to do all this?" Santana stood up and walked into the tiny kitchen space in her dressing room. She took out a cup from one of the cupboards and unscrewed the cap to the flask. The steam hit her face almost immediately, signalling the water was still very hot. She poured it into the cup.

"I know." Eve said.

"You're my assistant but not that kind of assistant."

Eve raised an amused eyebrow.

"Are there different kinds of assistants?"

"Yes." Santana flicked the coffee packet a few times, tore it open and poured it into her cup. "There are work assistants, whose job is to make their boss' look good, and personal assistants, who are just professional bitches."

"Santana!"

Shrugging, Santana ripped open two packets of sugar and emptied them into her cup. She took a spoon from the drawer next to her and stirred her drink, turning to Eve.

"I'm too tired to be polite. That's the truth and you know it." She pointed the spoon at Eve, picking up the cup with her other hand and leaning her back against the counter. "Besides why are you offended? I'm trying to tell you that you're not my bitch."

Eve smiled, shaking her head.

"Thanks?"

"You're welcome."

Santana took her cup with her back to the couch.

"Okay" Eve laughed. "You don't really have anything to do here so. Rest up. Whenever you're feeling up to it we'll head back to the hotel."

Santana, who had been in the middle of taking a sip from her cup, hastily swallowed the burning liquid.

"I'm up to it. Let's go."

"You have to de-"

"I'll distress at the hotel. I'll be more comfortable there."

"You probably have tension headaches, you know that right? You're wound too tightly because you never properly wind down after a show."

Santana stood up, her coffee forgotten as she went to the corner to get the suitcase she always brought with her to her dressing room.

"Who told you that?"

"I just know."

"Oh?" Santana rolled her eyes. She flipped the suitcase on its side and unzipped it. "From all your years at medical school?"

"From all my years working with musicians."

"Whatever" Santana muttered quietly. She took out her navy blue sweat pants and matching hoodie and laid them on the couch, before stripping her basically non-existent fishnet top and made-of-leather cargo pants. In just her black bra and underwear Santana went around the room collecting all of the things she had unpacked throughout the day and throwing them into the suitcase. She only remembered Eve was there when she handed her two pairs of shoes. The extra ones Santana's stylist had made her bring in case something happened to the boots she had performed in. "Thanks."

"Why don't you let Emma and I help you?"

"You wanna help me?" Santana pulled on her sweat pants. "Get me the first flight home."

She put on the sweatshirt, having to pull her hair out of it once it was over her head. She debated for a moment before moving to the dressing table and picking hair tie, which she used to put her air into a high ponytail.

"I think I've got everything." She looked round the room and nodded. "Let's go."

For the first time in a week Santana was asleep before midnight when she was being woken by her phone ringing. She got up quickly to answer it, assuming it was Brittany and afraid something was wrong if she was calling her so late, but then anger set in as soon as she saw the ID. She ignored it, throwing her phone across the room and burying her head under the pile of pillows on the bed.

Sleep did not come. Neither did a headache, which Santana was grateful for, but she would be more grateful for sleep. Since she'd thrown her phone, all she could do was lie in bed and think about all the sleep she was not getting. Imagine how many hours she had left before the sun rose. Even if she had been sleeping though, she was sure that her phone's constant ringing would have kept her awake.

She couldn't imagine what Eve needed so urgently, but she had no desire to find out.

After what felt like two hours of staring up at the now not so dark ceiling, since her eyes had adjusted, and listening to the kind of loud but nothing compared to New York traffic outside her hotel, Santana gave up pretending she was going to go back to sleep. She reached for the remote on the bedside table and flicked on the tv. She was halfway through an episode of a medical show she had never watched, since she had never watched any medical show, because seriously how many medical shows where there? When there was a loud knock on her door.

A million scenarios ran through Santana's head, her heart beating wildly as she tried to sort out the most reasonable one. It was 3:17 am according to the tv, so it couldn't be the hotel. Unless there was a fire and they were evacuating. No. If there was a fire she would have heard the alarms. There would be noise outside the door as people ran around either trying to put it out or to get away. And whoever it was would certainly have yelled, 'GET OUT, THERE'S A FIRE'.

The knock came again, louder than before.

A murderer would knock like that. Staying silent so you didn't figure out that you didn't know them, and waiting for you to go to the door so they could shoot you through the peep hole. Santana had seen that on a movie once. Nope. That was not going to be her. She was going to stay in bed where she was safe.

"Santana!" Eve's voice called. "Are you awake?"

All of the adrenaline that had been coursing through Santana's body drained instantly.

"EVE!" She called angrily. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE AT 3 AM?"

"Open the door."

"Go away."

Santana buried deeper into her bed, pulling the comforter up to her neck and turning the volume up on the tv.

"ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO MAKE ME WAKE UP THE WHOLE HOTEL?"

Santana ignored her.

"YOU'RE THE MOST IMPOSSIBLE PERSON I HAVE EVER MET."

Santana turned the volume up more so she could only hear a few words from Eve's sentences.

"…TOLD…HOME…DON'T ANSWER….YOU'RE….SS…FLIGHT."

Santana frowned.

"WHAT?"

"WHY DID….WERE GO…BE SO….DIFFICULT?...FIRST FLIGHT OUT….AN HOUR AND…."

"WHA?-" Santana rolled her eyes at herself and muted the tv. "What?"

"Open the door."

Eve sounded genuinely annoyed, which Santana hadn't heard in a while, so she got out of bed and opened the door.

"Eve thrust a few papers into her hands as soon as the door was open, turned on her heel and walked away."

"Eve!" Santana called after her. "What the hell?"

"Get to the airport in an hour and a half." Eve called over her shoulder, not turning to look at Santana.

Santana looked down at the papers in her hand, reading them. It was a boarding pass for a flight leaving at 5:45 AM.

"Shit" Santana hissed, scrambling back into the room to pack. She was going home.

Santana was sweaty, her body ached dully from the uncomfortable airplane seat, she had a headache, was hungry and tired. Even though she wasn't with Brittany she hadn't been able to sleep on the plane, so she'd watched the equalizer, which Puck had recommended a while back. She figured it was probably a good movie when you had enough sleep and good food. She decided to watch it again another time before passing judgement.

It was all worth it to be home though. Traveling always made her so appreciative of San Jose. Their little slice of perfection in her opinion. The temperature was perfect, the size of the city was perfect, the streets and air was cleaner than in New York, and it had a lower than average crime rate. Perfect.

The drive to her house felt impossibly long. Every time they stopped at a light or to give way to another car Santana had to fight a groan. Eventually she closed her eyes, forcing herself to take deep breaths. The excitement bubbling in her stomach was strange, considering she was just going home to her wife and kids, but there it was. She was excited to see their reactions, considering Brittany thought she was coming back in the evening, but she was also nervous for some reason. Jesus and Kyler were old enough to understand when she or Brittany left for work. They didn't like it, but they understood what was meant by 'I'm going to work.' They knew that work didn't mean forever, and that eventually she and Brittany came back. But a month was a long time. It was the longest time either of them had left the twins, and Santana wasn't sure what she'd be returning to.

She hoped to every god that it wasn't tears.

Finally the car pulled up to her gate. It was so oddly comforting to see that the gate was the same. A reminder that as far as she goes, and for as long, home will always be long. Something settled inside Santana. She was still excited to see her family, but in a calmer way. Like in a 'however they reacted she would be okay' way.

"Thanks Rudolph." Santana said, grinning as she unclipped her seat belt.

"Rudolphus."

"That's what I said." Santana smirked as she hopped out of the car. Rudolphus helped her take her suitcases out of the car, carrying them to the front door.

"Anything else Mrs Lopierce?"

Santana grinned. She'd told Eve to write Lopierce on any documents that weren't legal, instead of Lopez-Pierce, just loving the way her and Brittany's names meshed together. It was nice to see the effects of that decision.

"No, that's all thank you."

Rudolphus nodded, turning to walk back to the car.

"Don't get too cold up there in the North Pole." Santana called after him. "The sun seems to have helped your nose, don't want it turning red again do ya!"

Rudolphus didn't turn to look at her. Didn't laugh, smile, or even glare at her. He simply got into the car and drove out of the gate.

Santana couldn't help feeling immensely proud of herself.

Brittany and the boys were in the backyard when Santana walked into the house. Brittany had one of them on her back, gripping onto her for dear life as she ran away from the other, who was chasing her with a water gun.

Santana put her purse down on the kitchen counter, pulled out one of the island chairs to sit on and watched. She laughed when Jesus (she guessed) sprayed water right into Brittany's eyes, causing her to scream out, and when she subsequently dragged Kyler (again she was guessing) from her back to use him as a human shield. The high pitched squeals and giggles of both boys had Santana's smiling so wide she could actually feel her dimples.

"Okay you got me." Brittany finally yelled as Jesus continued to shoot water at her, dropping Kyler (still guessing) gently to the grass and raising her hands. "You got me. You win." Jesus didn't stop. He was standing so close to her that Santana guessed the jets of water might actually hurt Brittany. Brittany had her hands up, trying to shield her face, but it wasn't doing much. Her face was drenched.

"It's too windy!"

'It's too windy' was a tactic Brittany and Santana had stated using to get the twins to calm down. They would often build off of each other's energy, which meant a lot of the time it would spiral out of control. Screaming, fighting, crying, laughing, whatever it was, Brittany and Santana couldn't get them to stop for anything. It was like the boys didn't even hear them. But when they'd taught them, basically trained them to drop everything and take a few deep breaths when one of them called out that it was windy, they'd found the perfect solution.

Both boys didn't like strong wind. The way it blew trees and leaves and their hair. The way it sometimes pushed them over or ruffled their clothes, basically everything associated with strong wind, they didn't like. It had resulted in many frightened tears for a few months, until Brittany had come up with a way to help them through it. Grounding them when everything felt too out of control. She would kneel next to them, hold her palm against their chests and count to five with them taking in deep breaths as she did. After doing that a few times, Santana had realised that the boys didn't cry anymore when it was too windy. They simply ran to Brittany, yelling 'it's windy!' and she would drop to her knees and count.

Watching Brittany do the same thing now, Santana was glad she'd had the idea to try the tactic in other situations as well. Jesus was no longer screaming manically as he shot Brittany over and over again. The water gun was hanging limply in his hand, nearly dragging on the floor. Kyler was still smiling, but his mad giggling had also stopped.

Santana couldn't take it anymore. She got up and slid the glass door open, stepping out into the backyard. Jesus and Kyler turned at the same time Brittany looked up, massive grins taking over all of their faced.

"MAMI!" The twins yelled, abandoning Brittany and sprinting towards her. Santana bent low so that they ran straight into her arms, wrapping them into the tightest hug she could give them.

"You back!"

"Yeah I am. I finished work and I came back."

"Early"

Santana looked up to find Brittany grinning down at her.

"We missed you."

"I miss you mami."

Jesus placed a kiss on her left cheek, and then almost immediately Kyler did the same on her other cheek. Santana's heart squeezed.

"I missed you too amor. So, so much."

Her back was beginning to protest the angle, so Santana lifted both boys off the ground and perched them on each hip. Brittany manoeuvred between them, grabbing Santana's face in both hands and pulling her into a kiss. Santana felt herself sigh happily. She kept her lips connected to Brittany's for as long as she could, until air became an absolute necessity, then she pulled pack and rested their foreheads together.

"Welcome home." Brittany whispered into the tiny space between their lips.