Thanks for all the love.
"I wanna carry you in." Santana whines having parked the U-Haul in the apartment buildings parking garage.
"San," Brittany says shaking her head, holding Lord Tubbington tightly to her so he can't escape. "If you try to carry me, you'll end up hurting yourself."
"No I won't," Santana argues. "I use to carry you."
"Yeah but it's been nearly a year since you did a Cheerio workout." Brittany points out. "The last thing I want is you to throw your back out."
"Fine, I'll carry Lord Tubbington's stuff in." Santana huffs glaring at the cat.
"Thanks honey," Brittany says kissing her cheek.
Brittany holds Lord Tubbington watching her wife try to hold onto their cat's bed, food, litter tray and litter makes her chuckle. Once they get up to the fifth floor and at their apartment door, Santana struggles even more to get the keys out. She ends up dropping the cat food and litter so she can get the keys out and open the door.
"Welcome home," Santana says.
This is the second best day of her life. She now has a home with her blonde wonderful wife.
"I can't wait until we get all our stuff set up." Brittany says knowing that they only have a blowup mattress for the night until tomorrow when their friends descend to help them.
"I really don't want Rachel and Kurt here; we'll never get rid of them once they know where we live." Santana complains.
"We still have to pack up all your stuff from their loft." Brittany points out.
"Quinn and Blaine already did that and it's all in the guestroom for us to go through tomorrow." Santana says.
"You let someone else touch your clothes and stuff." Brittany says shocked.
"Between the two of them/figured that they had all the knowledge to take care of my clothes." Santana softly says.
Brittany quickly sets up all of Lord Tubbington's stuff.
"Okay let's get some sleep, we have to be up early." Brittany says.
"I thought I told them no earlier than ten." Santana scoffs.
"I told them eight." Brittany says.
"Really Britt," Santana whines.
"We have a lot of stuff and the only guy who can lift stuff is Sam." Brittany says.
"Fine," Santana grumbles.
At an ungodly hour in Santana's mind after being able to sleep in on their honeymoon, she is awake.
"San stop frowning." Brittany says as she walks back into the apartment.
"Where did you go?" Santana asks worried.
"To get you coffee." Brittany says handing her the cup. "And something to eat."
Santana snatches the cup and downing half of it in one gulp.
"I love you," Santana moans.
"Yeah," Brittany says shaking her head. "Now go get dressed, our friends will be here soon."
Santana sticks out her tongue, but heads over to the guestroom where all her clothes are. Which Brittany also found clothes from as a number of the clothes Santana had here were hers. She even found her unicorn t-shirt that she thought she lost.
"Rachel," Brittany says opening the door.
Standing there is Rachel, Kurt, Blaine, Quinn and surprisingly Sam.
"Can we come in?" Rachel says inpatient.
"Oh yeah sure," Brittany says stepping aside to allow them in.
She's not sure how Santana will take Sam being here. Sure Sam likes Mercedes and is over her, but her wife holds grudges and still hasn't forgiven Artie even though he was their wedding planner.
"Are you guys not ready yet?" Rachel asks looking for Santana.
"You are twenty minutes early." Brittany points out.
Quinn shakes her head as they are on time, but not if you go by Brittany and Santana time who are always twenty minutes late.
"We'll start bringing the stuff up from your U-Haul." Quinn says holding her hand for the keys.
All smiles Brittany hands her the keys, "we'll join you when Santana finishes, the U-Haul is in the garage."
The five of them head down to start bringing boxes in and Brittany can hear Rachel complaining about being better at organizing.
"They're early," Santana says coming out and wrapping her arms around her wife.
"They brought Sam." Brittany says turning to look at her wife.
"Sam's in New York? I thought he was in LA with Mercedes." Santana says frowning.
"I didn't get a chance to ask him." Brittany says shrugging.
"At least we have someone else to help lift the heavy stuff." Santana says.
Brittany just nods, glad that her wife isn't upset and seems more worried about Mercedes and Sam.
"We'll have to ask him later." Santana says opening the door to see the five of them coming up carrying boxes. "Put everything in the living room and we'll sort from there."
"I'll organize which box goes where." Rachel volunteers.
Surprising to everyone, Santana agrees with Rachel.
"What," Santana says when Brittany stops her from going down with the rest of them.
Brittany gives her a look of what the fuck.
"We might as well use her talent." Santana says.
An hour later all the boxes are upstairs and now Blaine and Sam are being directed by Kurt as they carry the furniture upstairs.
"A little to the left." Kurt says and they instead move to the right. "No, your other left!" he screeches.
"Why did they bring so much furniture?" Sam asks.
"Cause they need it." Kurt says shaking his head.
While the guys struggle to get the two beds, two dressers, four night stands, five rugs, two couches and a number of other shelves, the girls are organizing things. Rachel is delegated to the kitchen, Quinn takes the guestroom and Brittany and Santana tackle their room.
"Here are the last of your clothes." Quinn says gently placing them on a box.
"Thanks Q, can you help to put the couches in the living room when the guys bring them up?" Santana asks.
"Sure, which bed should I direct in here?" Quinn asks knowing she'll end up directing where the furniture is going while these two go through their clothes.
"Mine, but both dressers." Santana says.
Quinn nods and heads to the living room.
"Where is your box of thongs?" Santana asks not wanting any of their friends to see.
"I brought it in this morning before you woke up. It's in the closet until they go home." Brittany says.
"Good," Santana sighs.
"Should we do separate closets or jumble all our stuff." Brittany asks not wanting to separate their clothes out.
"The clothes from your house in one closet and the ones from mine in the other. So I guess mostly jumbled." Santana says shoving another box in the back of the closet as Brittany frowns. "Those are my thongs."
"Oh," Brittany says smiling.
They spend the next three hours setting up their room while their friends bring the rest of their things up and Quinn orders them around.
"Thanks guys," Brittany says placing the promised pizza in front of them.
"I'm glad you two are in the city too." Rachel says.
"Yes now you can still attend our Thursday night get together." Kurt happily says clapping.
Santana groans and Quinn stifles her laughter.
"Are you going to move here after you graduate?" Brittany asks Quinn, grabbing a slice of pizza.
"That's the plan." Quinn says between bites.
"Thanks for coming down again so soon." Santana says in a so unlike Santana way.
"What about you two?" Rachel asks moving the conversation away from Santana's thank you. "We know Kurt is still working at Vogue and Blaine is at NYADA with me."
"You got back in." Brittany says raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah, thankfully, plus since I'm an upper class man now auditions are built into my schedule." Rachel says.
"What about you Sam? I thought you were with Mercedes in Cali." Santana says taking this opportunity to figure it out.
"I am, but I got a modeling job that has me in New York for three months. It's hard being away from her, but the money is good." Sam tells them.
"Again what about you?" Kurt asks.
Brittany looks over to her wife who blinks. They have a conversation completely with their eyes. Brittany asks should we tell them and Santana says yes, you go first.
"Well I'm going to be working on an MIT project at Columbia and I'm thinking of going to Julliard, I've already applied for their next semester." Brittany tells them.
They all stare at her, still having a hard time in believing that she is a math genius even Quinn.
"I actually got my acceptance letter to NYU and am going to go there next quarter." Santana happily says.
Rachel and Kurt both squeal and tackle her.
"Way to go San," Quinn says.
The group continues to discuss their life plans for the next hour as they eat before moving onto easy topics of what their plans are for the next week.
"We'd better get going." Rachel says after checking her phone.
"Thanks for all the help." Brittany says hugging each of them.
"You're very welcome Brittany." Quinn says glaring at Santana.
"What she said," Santana says wrapping an arm around her wife.
Once their friends are gone Brittany grabs Santana hand and pulls her towards their bed room.
"What?" Santana says for once clueless.
"Bed now," Brittany husks.
Santana gulps, arousal shot through her at the sound of her wife's voice. She gets extremely turned on when the blonde takes charge.
"Fuck babe," Santana moans seeing her extremely hot wife start to stripe as she walks to the bed.
"Hurry up,"