A/N: So we're one chapter away from reuniting with the glee kids. As such, I feel like I should explain the canon of this story, so that the stories post reunion make sense. This story is canon until season 5 episode 12. Otherwise known as the 100th episode. With the slight exception of Puck and Quinn getting back together at the end of that episode and Finn's death (RIP Cory). So with that, the characters' plots like in New York and so on are a little different, but hopefully not hard to follow. I haven't changed too much, just...tweaked a bit.

I also have to say that I am not watching glee as I write this, so if anything in this isn't holding up with stuff from before 5x12 please let me know.

Enjoy! ; )


The day after Sophia's birthday, Santana went to work with Brittany. She had the day off but Brittany didn't, so she decided to tag along. She sat in the corner of the room, biting her tongue and trying not to be a distraction by making small squeaking noises. Despite the fact that she'd seen this many, many times before, it had been a while. It seemed that her desire for Brittany to remain whole and intact only grew with time.

"So what I want you to do, is tuck this leg in okay?" Brittany nodded. "The second you hit the floor I want this one to bend." Brittany frowned slightly.

"But what about the momentum? If I don't stop it with my leg it'll break my knee."

"No. That's on your partner. He has to hold you. There should be no pressure on your leg at all okay?" Brittany nodded.

In her corner, Santana fought hard not to interrupt. It was clear, even though she tried to hide it, that Brittany either did not fully trust her coach's advice, or didn't really understand it. She remained silent though, because the only reason she was even allowed to watch was because Brittany had promised that they wouldn't even notice she was there. She would much rather be watching and nervous, than sitting outside and nervous.

"Are you ready?" the coach asked. Brittany nodded. "5, 6, 7, 8"

With a rapidly increasing heart-rate, Santana watched Brittany begin the dance. She watched the coach spin her and lift her, and while she knew it was a beautiful dance, all she could focus on was what she knew was coming. Soon enough, Brittany jumped into the air, was spun around, and then thrown high into the air as she spun. Once, twice, and then she was falling. It was this part Santana hated. She hated it because it was out of Brittany's control what happened to her. It didn't matter how talented she was, right now as she free-fell to the ground, it was only her partner who could control if she shattered her knee or landed safely.

The urge to shut her eyes was strong, but she kept them open. She needed to know.

Her heart nearly stopped, and she wished she'd closed her eyes.

In a move Santana could have anticipated, because she had known that Brittany was unsure of the instructions she'd been given, Brittany landed on her leg. It was only because her coach was outstanding, that she avoided an ankle injury. Before her full weight was on the leg, he had tackled her round the waist, and landed underneath her to cushion her fall.

Santana's hands were covering mouth as she bit both her lips. She'd nearly screamed out.

"Are you okay?" he asked her. Brittany nodded, still lying on the floor. Then her eyes met Santana's and she nodded again to reassure her. Santana sighed in relief, dropping her hands.

Her coach stood up, pulling Brittany with him.

"No" he shook his head. "This is not it. You have to make sure you're falling all the way. You aren't catching yourself. I am catching you. Understand?" he bent down and slapped Brittany's right calf repeatedly. "This leg, okay? You land, and you bend" cuffing his hand around the back of her knee, he forced it forward so it would bend. "Like this. Immediately."

Brittany nodded, and they got into position again.

Over and over again, Santana watched Brittany run through it, and over and over again she watched her try to land on her leg. She knew what the problem was. Brittany just could not trust her coach like that. When she was dancing, she liked to have some semblance of control. The moves were usually ones that relied on her skill as a dancer, rather than on her partner's. She'd never done anything close to this, where she simply fell and hoped that she'd be caught. It was understandably difficult, but for her own safety, she needed to learn how to let go.

In times like this, Santana wished she was a dancer. That way she could practice the move with Brittany until she felt confident.

As it was, she was stuck with a Czech coach, who though he was brilliant, was a little aggressive in his approach.

"NO" he shouted, as he spun out with Brittany once again in his arms, though they were standing this time.

"You didn't even let me land" Brittany complained. In her voice Santana could hear the frustration.

"You aren't supposed to be landing" he shot back. "This is the point you refuse to understand. You are not landing. I put you down!"

"Okay" Santana said, standing up. Yes, she was supposed to be silent, but nobody was allowed to shout at Brittany. Especially not in front of her.

Brittany turned to face her, breathing heavily from both exhaustion and attempting not to cry, her hands clutching the sides of her shirt so that her belly button and v lines that disappeared down her low- resting sweats were visible. Her face was cutely flushed.

"C'mere babe"

With a look at the coach, who nodded begrudgingly, Brittany padded over to her. Santana handed her a bottle of water and rubbed up and down her arm as she drank. When she was done, she stared at the floor.

"I can't get it"

"Please" Santana scoffed. "You've already got it, you just don't want to do it with him" she jerked her finger in the coach's direction as he walked out of the room. Brittany smiled lightly.

"No…" she shook her head. "I can't get it. I can't just…let myself fall."

"Because you're not an idiot?"

Brittany pulled away, releasing a breathy whine of exasperation. Santana grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"Sorry, Sorry. No jokes. How can I help?"

Brittany shrugged. "Maybe I just need to go home and rest. Try again tomorrow"

Santana nodded, kissing Brittany's nose.

As she packed her things, Santana looked around the room. Since meeting Brittany she'd spent a lot of time in massive rooms covered in mirrors, with floor boards that ranged from extremely hard to slightly springy. It felt almost as comforting to her as a music studio.

She moved to the barre and lifted her leg onto it. There was a slight pain in the back of her thigh that told her she wasn't exercising enough, and a feeling of imbalance that told her she was most definitely not a dancer. Nearly 5 years of cheerleading had almost completely evaporated from her muscle memory she was sure. If she tried to do a backflip she might concuss herself.

Brittany came up behind her, pressing her body against Santana's and curving her arms to frame Santana's.

"Your form is terrible" she giggled quietly into her ear, pressing her down further.

"I got my leg up didn't I?"

Santana felt her foot being nudged, and as she watched in the mirror, Brittany used her foot to position hers properly. Then she extended one hand and did the same to her foot on the barre. Santana watched as Brittany placed both hands just below her belly button, and pressed harder into her with her body, forcing her lower. Small kisses were placed all along the back of her neck and shoulders, slowly moving down her back. Santana closed her eyes and dropped her head.

It popped up a second later, as she realised her head had just connected with her thigh. With wide eyes, she stared at Brittany in the mirror, who had lifted her head as well, a huge smile on her face.

"I knew you could do it"

"How?"

"You had it in you…you just needed the right motivation."

"I wasn't motivated, so much as distracted" Santana laughed. Brittany's eyes widened.

"Oh!"

"What?" Santana asked, dropping her leg, which was starting to tingle.

"I need a distraction. That's how I'm going to land the move. I need a distraction."

"Really? I mean don't you need to concentrate so you don't hurt yourself?"

Brittany shook her head, already moving to where the stereo was.

"Not a huge distraction. Just enough to stop me from thinking about the fact that I'm falling."

"Oh okay. So what's that?"

Brittany pressed play, turning to smile at Santana.

"You"

"Me?" Santana asked confused. Brittany nodded, taking off her top.

"Take off your shirt"

"Uh…Britt, babe I'm not sure I feel comfortable doing that in here. This isn't one of yours, and there's all these people we don't know just outside..."

"I'd totally love to try change your mind, but no, I don't mean for that. We're going to dance. I just want to be able to feel you."

Santana eyed her, completely confused, but eventually she complied. She really wanted Brittany to get the move right, but more than that, she really didn't want her to get hurt. If being topless and dancing awkwardly was going to help, then she'd happily participate.

Once her shirt was off, Brittany pulled her in for a kiss. It was soft, and short, like she was saying thank you, and it made them both smile.

Then they started to sway. They swayed with Brittany's hands round her waist and hers round Brittany's neck. Occasionally Brittany would lift her or twirl her around, and they'd giggle and pull each other closer. Brittany would kiss her hand just as she pulled her back from a spin, holding her close to her body and guiding Santana's movements. Once in a while she'd end up facing the other way, her back to Brittany, and Brittany's hand would find her stomach, holding her securely as she kissed her neck and whispered how much she loved her.

Then, Brittany twirled her, bringing them face to face.

"Do you trust me?"

"No" Santana replied immediately. Brittany laughed.

"I'm not going to drop you okay?"

Santana nodded, feeling nervous and excited. Brittany hooked her hands behind her thighs and lifted her up so her legs were wrapped around her wait.

"Keeps your legs straight."

"Okay."

And then she was falling. She was falling, and then not falling, and then flying. To Brittany's left, then her right, then between her legs, and then she was being carried bridal style, but she kept her legs straight, laughing the entire time. She was thrown, and she screamed, but she kept her legs straight, flailing her hands. Then Brittany caught her, and wrapped her legs around her waist again, and kissed her.

It was hard this time. Passionate and needy. It caught Santana off guard, since she was still trying to catch her bearings, but she reciprocated easily.

Brittany carried her forward until she was slamming against one of the mirrors, gasping at the cold on her exposed back, all the while kissing her.

Several minutes later, Brittany let her down, smiling like a fool.

"What was that for?" Santana asked, feeling giddy and now turned on.

"You're perfect. You're just…you're too much sometimes."

Santana wanted to ask what she was talking about, but then Brittany's coach returned. He didn't even seem to notice that the two women were not wearing shirts, for which Santana was grateful. He just walked up to the centre of the room and lifted a hand in question.

"Are you ready to go again?"

Brittany smiled, kissing Santana one more time and nodded.

This time, as she was tumbling down to the ground, she closed her eyes. She thought of Santana, who had little to no real dance experience, and who was probably the least trusting person in the world, allowing Brittany to throw her around like a rag doll, without even a sound of protest. If she could do that, then who was she not to trust her over-qualified coach, who had never once let her get hurt, even when it would have been perfectly understandable. She thought about how her skin seemed to be on fire when she danced with Santana. How her soul felt so complete, like dancing with Santana was what she was created to do.

Before she knew it, she was on the mat, on one knee, the other extended out by her side, her coach's arms around her waist, having lowered her to her position. She held it for a second, like she was being judged, then she was being lifted into the air and spun around as he yelled in excitement.

"YES! Like that. Just like that! YES. Perfect."

He put her down and clapped her on the back. Smiling widely, he turned to Santana, who now had her shirt on.

"You make her dance like that, you can come watch any time" Santana laughed, blowing Brittany a kiss. "You do it like that, you can't get hurt"

"Okay" Brittany laughed, amused by his excitement.

He clapped his hands together once.

"Again"


Santana saw it before Brittany felt it. She'd been watching Brittany dance for so many years, watched her fall or land badly so many times that she'd long since lost the fear that she'd get seriously hurt. Her years of dance experience and her motocross training had equipped Brittany with the skill needed to make sure she'd never hurt anything too badly when she fell.

But this was bad. Santana saw it in the way her leg bent. This was one Brittany hadn't been able to save, because this wasn't something that should have happened. Not at this level in the business, and definitely not with someone as trained as her partner was.

She sprang from her chair, running as fast as she could as Brittany collapsed on the floor, screaming and clutching her knee.

"Britt…baby are you okay?"

Brittany was on her side, her hands holding her leg, head banging repeatedly into the floor. Chad arrived just after Santana.

"How bad does it feel Brittany?" he asked timidly, eyes fixed on her leg.

Santana's heart was racing as Brittany cried beside her. A knee injury was like a death sentence to a dancer. She could see it in the fear in Chad's eyes, and hear it in the agony of Brittany's voice. This could really be the end of Brittany's career.

She stood up to face the fool who'd dropped her. The arrogant piece of shit that she had said on multiple occasions she didn't like. Syth was already yelling at him, but she didn't care.

"You dropped her!" Santana yelled, marching up to him. She didn't care that he looked close to tears, that he was apologising profusely, or that she was about to make a scene. She only cared that she could still hear Brittany's cries of pain. "You fucking dropped her you pathetic moron! You better hope she isn't badly injured," she jabbed a finger into his chest, hand shaking both from fear and anger, "you better pray to whatever god you believe in and hope to the universe she's okay. Because if she's not I will put all the resources I have into making sure you never work in this country again. Your name will be so taboo it'll be worse than dirt, and you'll have to find some third world country to teach poor kids in. That's if I don't fucking come after you and break your legs first."

The man stared at her with wide eyes as she turned to look at Syth.

"You better find another partner for her, because otherwise" she stopped, needing to take a breath before she said something she'd regret. She closed her eyes and shook her head, clicking her tongue against her teeth. "I'll be coming for your whole damn company." Syth nodded. Gritting her teeth, she nodded to where Brittany was. "Help me get her into the car."

Brittany cried all the way to the hospital, and the whole hour they waited to be seen. Quinn showed up to the hospital thirty minutes after them. She was taken in for a scan and given some pain meds, then they waited for close to another hour before the doctor came in.

"Good news" he said, pinning some x-rays to a board. "It's not broken."

Brittany sobbed in relief, clutching onto Santana's shirt. Santana kissed her head.

"So she can dance?"

"I don't recommend it for about a month. It's a knee contusion, and a pretty bad one. If you had landed at even a slightly different angle, your knee would have shattered. As it is, there's some swelling, which I want to go down first, and there's a little bruising on the bone itself, but nothing you should be worried about. When there's no longer any pain, and this red bruise" he ran his hand over the knee without touching it "turns brown-ish, then I think it will be safe to dance."

"Thank god" Santana sighed, sitting on the edge of Brittany's bed. "Thank fucking Christ. You're okay baby" she kissed Brittany's head again. "You're okay."

Jade came running in at that moment.

"Bloody hell, wha'happened?! Are you alright Britt? Don't tell me its broken."

"No" Brittany said, a laugh breaking through her slowly calming down tears. Santana smiled. Brittany always found Jade's accent funny when it got thick, and it always got thick when she was tired or worked up. Jade relaxed.

"Thanks fuck eh? So you alright then?"

"Yeah" Santana said, standing up and hugging Jade. "She's okay. Just bruised it"

The doctor prescribed Brittany a pain medication, wrapped her knee and gave her strict instructions to elevate her leg and not to massage the bruise at all. He stressed that a little exercise was okay, but that she really, really should not dance or run or push herself too hard. It would put too much pressure on the leg and could make the injury worse.

"I'm gonna gut that little wanker. I always hated him" Jade said angrily, once the doctor had left.

"How do you know it was him?" Brittany asked, now no longer crying, but her voice was still thick.

"Because I know you sure as shit didn't hurt yourself, which means he's the one that mucked up."

"I don't know what happened" Brittany said, shaking her head. "It's like he just…let me go."

"I swear he's a dead man. He's so lucky you're alright B. If there was even the smallest crack I was going to lose it."

Brittany lay her head on Santana's shoulder. "I was so scared."

Santana nodded. "I know B. Me too, but you're okay."

Brittany sighed, pulling Santana closer to her so she was lying in the bed with her.

"We should go" Jade said to Quinn, as Santana and Brittany got lost in their own bubble. Quinn frowned at her.

"Why?"

"Cause we're intruding." Jade said, cocking an eyebrow at the two in the bed.

"It's fine."

"Let's just give them some space."

"What's your problem? If you feel uncomfortable, no one is stopping you from leaving."

"I just think they deserve to have a moment to themselves. This was pretty scary for them."

"For all of us."

Jade scrunched up her face a bit, like when one hears something incredibly stupid.

"You really don't see it?"

"I see you acting like you know Brittany and Santana more than I do. I've known them practically my whole life, so why don't you just back off British"

Jade blinked, shook her head and backed away. "Okay. Whatever crazy shit you're on I don't want any part of so…" she rubbed Santana's arm gently. "I'm off mate, call me later" Santana nodded, but just as Jade closed the door behind her, hoped off the bed.

"I'll be right back babe" she said as she ran after Jade.

Brittany lay her head back on her pillow, sighing heavily.

"You okay B?" Quinn asked.

Brittany's face twitched involuntarily and she hoped Quinn didn't see. It felt weird to hear Quinn call her B these days. Santana had started calling her BeeBee around when they moved to San Jose, and B became short for that, rather than Brittany.

"Yeah" she answered, closing her eyes.

"That was scary huh?"

"Yeah"

"I'm so glad you're okay" Quinn couldn't help feeling awkward. It was Jade's stupid words, she told herself, that made her feel like Brittany didn't want her there.

"Thanks" Brittany lifted her head and opened her eyes, smiling at her. "And thanks for coming, you really didn't have to."

"Course I came. You're my best friend Britt"

Brittany smiled again, dropping her head back to the pillow. They were silent after that, Quinn's discomfort growing with every ticking second. When Santana came back in and crawled into bed with Brittany, she pulled her into her side, cradling and kissing her head. Quinn couldn't take it anymore.

"I think I'll go guys."

"Really?" Santana asked.

"Yeah. I just wanted to make sure Britt was okay, and I have so….I'll get back to the restaurant."

"Okay" Santana said. "Thanks for coming."

"Yeah" Quinn nodded, picking her handbag and feeling oddly close to tears.


Twenty minutes later Brittany finally felt calm enough to leave the hospital. She had really been shaken up by the whole thing, especially since she knew a lot of people who'd had to stop dancing because of a knee injury. She knew she was lucky. With the way she had landed, her knee should have cracked. It was all her weight from a free fall directly on the knee. She was even sure she'd heard a crack, though now she guessed that was just the sound of her knee against the wood.

She'd been so scared of being told it was a career ending injury. Not being able to dance felt like being told to live without Santana or one of her kids. It was so much a part of who she was that for the brief period when she'd stopped dancing at MIT, she felt like a zombie. It was the same 'death' she felt when she and Santana had broken up. Like she was existing more than living. She'd never been more afraid in her life.

"Ready to go?" Santana asked. She'd just come back from billing.

"Yeah" Brittany nodded. "I guess it's a good thing we're going to Lima huh"

Santana shook her head. "You didn't need to injure yourself. I already said yes."

Brittany beamed. "I needed to make sure you couldn't go back on it."

"Well if we're looking for silver linings, I've got one"

"What?"

"You don't need to spend countless hours with that guy in anymore"

Brittany smiled, hoping off the bed onto her good leg. "You know the dancing, no matter how sexy, doesn't mean anything."

"I know…and I don't usually care, but that guy was an ass. It used to make my skin crawl knowing you were dancing so intimately with him."

Brittany just shook her head. "Okay baby, but there will be more assholes in the future, and I'm sorry but I won't bruise my knee to get out of working with them."

"I thought you loved me" Santana said, pretending to be hurt as she held the door open for Brittany.

"I love you very much" Brittany laughed

"But not enough to do that?"

Brittany pursed her lips and shook her head. "I'm afraid not."

"Damn. Our whole relationship is a lie" Santana laughed.

"Sorry I'm such a disappointment."

"It's okay. You're cute so I'll forgive you."

"And people say looks aren't everything."


"I think I'd make an awesome Nathan Scott"

"What's with you and comparing yourself to non-existent characters?"

"Wait…why Nathan? I thought you'd say Brooke" Brittany asked

"Or that other hot red head chick" Puck added

"Please. Both those girls are super insecure and 'just want to be loved'. Nathan was a bad-ass, who was a jerk, and knew he was a jerk, but once you got to know him you found his jerkiness endearing. That's totally me"

"Plus he has a temper, loves violence and is super protective of his girl"

"Exactly" Santana agreed, grinning. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"I still don't understand where these things come from."

"We started watching one tree hill again" Brittany answered. "So does that mean I'm Hailey?"

"I mean yeah….except for the occasional bouts of violence."

"I could be violent if the need arose"

Nobody disagreed. They had all seen Brittany lose her temper at least once, and it was never a pretty sight. It happened so rarely though.

"But then there's the fact that you're sexy as hell, and spend a lot of time sweaty and out of breath" Santana said, smirking. "So maybe you're Luke, and I'm Peyton"

"HA" Puck barked. "Aside from the music and the fact that you're both hot, you have nothing in common."

"Maybe they just didn't pair off right." Brittany said.

"I mean…Hailey was a cheerleader for a while so…you know" Quinn said. "It could still work."

"How's your knee baby" Santana asked, as Brittany shifted in her seat.

"It's okay. Hurts a little but not too bad."

Every day the pain got less and less, and every day Brittany was thankful. She wouldn't be able to explain it to Santana, but she felt like if she couldn't dance, she'd be disappointing her. It made no sense and she knew it, because since high school Santana had made her feel like by merely existing she outdid everyone else, but somewhere along the way she had started to connect Santana's pride in her to her dancing.

Now it was like she deserved Santana, or was worthy of being with Santana, because she was such a good dancer. It was something concrete that she knew she was actually excellent at, for Santana to be proud of her for. To brag about to other people. That had been at the front of her mind when she'd hit the floor.

"But now you get a couple weeks of rest-"

"Like 8"

"Fuck….really?" Santana asked.

"Didn't you read the email?" Quinn laughed.

"I saw the heading" Santana defended. "What the fuck are we doing there for two fucking months?"

"Santana come on…" Brittany hissed, looking to the side where Kyler, Sophia and Jesus were sitting.

"Sorry…"

"We're mentoring the glee kids up until regionals."

"If they've already done sectionals why the f-hell do they need mentors?"

"Maybe they sucked" Quinn said.

"They couldn't have sucked that badly if they won."

"Maybe they all suck now but they sucked the least." Brittany suggested.

"Okay wait. I have a question" Santana said.

"What?" Puck asked.

"Why is Rachel the one arranging this? Shouldn't it be Mr Shue…or a teacher?"

"Oh yeah" Puck said excitedly, "She's totally glee club director now"

"What?" Brittany laughed.

"Yup" Quinn confirmed.

"I thought she was on Broadway"

"Yeah, she did a Broadway show, then I have no idea what happened, something about a tv show-"

"A failed tv show" Puck interrupted.

"Yeah, so she went back to Lima with her tail between her legs."

Santana looked at Brittany, slightly alarmed. Sure, she didn't like Rachel on most days, but she wasn't all bad, and she certainly didn't deserve to have her dreams crushed.

"Wait, what about NYADA?" Brittany asked.

Quinn shook her head as Puck started laughing. "She dropped out" Quinn said.

"WHAT?" Santana asked incredulously. "No way."

"Way" Puck said, nodding his head and still laughing. "Said she didn't need it since she'd gotten on Broadway."

"Ho-ly shi-zam" Santana said, unable to understand what she was hearing.

"But she worked so hard to get in…I mean she practically had a funeral for her future when she choked on her audition. Why would she just drop out?" Brittany asked.

Quinn shrugged. "Who knows why Rachel Berry does anything."

"I mean...we used to know. She used to do everything to get on Broadway. That was her goal so I guess….in a stupid way it's in line with her character." Santana said.

"Mami, we don't say stupid" Kyler told her. Brittany raised her eyebrows at Santana in an 'I warned you' sort of way.

"Sorry mi amor, I won't say it again."

They chatted for a little longer, and then finally their plane was ready. Brittany and Sophia took their motion sickness meds-they made sure to get some kids ones for Sophia this time so she didn't have to be drugged out on Brittany's.

"Six hours and we'll be back home" Brittany said, as she buckled Jesus in his seat.

"Hurray" Santana said with very little enthusiasm.

"I hear that" Puck ground.

"Oh come on guys" Quinn said, making sure Mateo's car seat was properly secured. "It'll be fun. It's glee"

"Whether it is or isn't, there's no turning back now" Santana said.


As Santana got off the plane, she couldn't help the sinking feeling of dread. She hadn't been back to Lima since the first glee reunion, and though there wasn't any particular reason why she should hate being back, it just felt like she was making a mistake. She was leaps and bounds from the person who had run away with Brittany ten years ago, but Lima and the people in it didn't know that.

She was silent as they made their way to the car, carrying both Sophia and Jesus to keep Brittany from straining her leg and glad that their arrival wasn't noticed. She and Brittany had been extremely careful in making sure no rumours of their trip got leaked to the paparazzi. The last thing they wanted was to arrive in Lima to a full airport of screaming fans. Kyler and Jesus fired question after question at them as they drove from the airport to their hotel. Santana would have been happy to stay at either of their childhood homes, but it had actually been Brittany who insisted on a hotel. She said that being home would be stressful enough without having to live with their families 24/7. She also didn't want to feel like teenagers sneaking around every time she wanted to have sex. Santana hadn't put up much of an argument after that point.

"Is that your house?" Kyler asked.

"No papi" Santana said for the fiftieth time. "You'll see the house later today"

"Which house?" Jesus asked. "Yours or mama's?"

"You and mama wasn't living in va same house?" Sophia asked. Santana smiled, shaking her head. Sophia's speech had improved significantly over the past few months. She now had the letter 'T' but sometimes she slipped up and replaced it with a 'V' or 'B'.

"No" Brittany said. "I lived with my mummy and daddy and mami lived with her mummy and daddy."

Sophia frowned, trying to understand.

"You live with us right now" Santana said, Sophia nodded, "but when you grow up and get married and have your own babies, you won't live with us anymore."

"But…I don't want to get married and have babies mami" Santana and Brittany laughed.

"That's okay" Brittany said.

"So can I live with you forever?"

Santana grinned. "Yes mija. You can live with us forever."

"Are we going to see gammy and poppy today?" Jesus asked, looking out the window.

"Yes I think you might" Santana said. "We'll see"

"And Tia Ashley?" Kyler asked excitedly.

"Oh yeah" Brittany said. "She'll be so happy to see you guys"

"I'm gonna show her the drawing I made her. Do you think she'll like it?" Sophia said.

"Of course she will" Brittany said. "She'll love it" Sophia grinned happily. "What do you think" she asked Santana as the kids started talking to each other.

"I don't know. Depends how tired I am at the time honestly."

Brittany nodded in understanding. Because they had decided to come so last minute, they had only been able to arrive on the day of the reunion. Rachel had planned a dinner so they could all meet and catch up, instead of doing that at the school the next day, where they were supposed to be getting their mentees. It was to start at 7, and it was just getting to 2 now, so they had some time to decide. She turned to look out of the window, nostalgia taking over her.

She remembered driving through these streets countless times when she'd first gotten her car and she and Santana were taking advantage of their newfound freedom. She had fond memories all over the town, but she also had sad ones. She remembered driving back from the airport, just like she was now, after dropping Santana off at the end of summer. Santana off to college and her back to McKinely for another year.

"Is that your school?" Jesus asked.

"No bud, that's the mall"

"It looks different" Santana commented. "I suppose it has been ten years."

"Do you think it still has the arcade?" Brittany asked grinning.

"What's an arcade?" Sophia asked, saying the words slowly.

"It's a room with lots and lots of games to play"

"Wooow" Jesus and Kyler said, as Sophia's eyes grew wide.

"Can we go see it?" Kyler asked, grabbing Brittany's arm and bouncing in his seat. Brittany laughed.

"We can definitely go see if it's still there."

The three toddlers cheered loudly.

"I hope it is. I think I can finally beat you at dance, dance" Santana said. Brittany smirked.

"If you say so babe. Only cause I'm injured."

Finally, they reached their destination, one of the very few nice hotels in Lima. Brittany wasn't surprised that they were met by the manager, who welcomed them with a wide, almost giddy looking smile on his face, and told them to call him personally if they needed anything.

Their room was massive, and quite unnecessarily fancy in Santana's opinion, but her kids' excitement as they ran around the suite touching everything and jumping on the beds kept her from saying anything. They'd definitely been upgraded from the room she had booked, but it didn't matter. They could afford it, and honestly for having to introduce her kids to Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson, she deserved it.

They settled into the room, unpacking all their things, then they ordered some room service and settled into the living room to watch some tv.

At 5 Quinn and Puck showed up at the hotel.

"We've given you three hours to relax and unwind" Quinn said as she was let into the room. "Now it's time to take your adorable babies to their grandparents and get ready for this dinner extravaganza"

"Urgh" Santana groaned, rolling her eyes. "Kill me now"

Brittany giggled, sitting up carefully so as not to dislodge the ice pack on her knee. The doctor had said to keep icing it for the next couple of days, especially after days where she was standing a lot. "Well, we should at least decide now if we're going or not. Cause we need to know what their night is looking like." She looked at their kids.

Santana sat up, looking at Quinn. To buy some time to think, she changed the subject.

"How did you get in?"

"Oh" Puck said. "It's so cool. There are body guards all over the floor. So when we got out of the elevator they call down to the desk to make sure we were cleared, then they let us through, and there are other guards outside your door, who let us in."

"What if I didn't want you to be let in?"

"You must have, cause the front desk called you." Quinn said, smiling.

"It's good to know we're safe" Brittany said, "once it gets out that we're here I mean."

"Yeah" Santana sighed. "Okay so, we need to get ready. I figure we came here right? We committed to this thing so…we might as well do all the ridiculous things Berry has planned. Otherwise what did we come for?"

Brittany nodded, smiling. "Cool."