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Chapter Two

"Mommy, are really really gonna live with Mamá forever?" asked a tiny blond girl, swinging off her mother's arm as they walked through the airport.

Brittany nodded. "That's right, Kaleigh." Forever. That sounded perfect. Between Santana's new job and college, the two women hadn't lived together for more than four months, unless you counted when Santana had gotten kicked out during high school. That was all about to change. She was finally about to be reunited with her fiancée, after six long months of only seeing each other every other weekend. In fact, she hadn't seen Santana in over a month since she'd skipped the last visit, as it was then that she was buying their place.

Now, however, Brittany frowned. "We will once we can find her," she muttered under her breath. Unfortunately, Kaleigh had heard what she was saying.

"Oh no!" she shrieked, making some passerby glance in their direction. Then she whispered, "Mamá's not lost, is she?"

"No, Mamá's not lost." Brittany and Kaleigh were the lost ones. Well, sort of. Brittany knew where they were; it just wasn't very helpful because she didn't know where Santana was. She wasn't worried, exactly, but she was frustrated. The flight hadn't been long, but Kaleigh had been so excited and bouncy that she had tired her mother out.

Besides the fact that Santana was absolutely wonderful and one of the best people Brittany knew, she was excited to have another person who could take Kaleigh when she needed a break. Sure, Santana's new job demanded a lot of time, but sometimes Brittany just needed someone to watch Kaleigh for a few hours so that she could go to bed early, or go out and have some time as an adult. Besides, she felt that it would be good for Kaleigh to have a role model like Santana. She could sometimes be a little blunt with her words, but she had overcome so many obstacles and was a strong, working female.

Finally, Brittany spotted Santana, and waved. She summoned all her energy. "Look!" she gushed to Kaleigh, "There's Mamá! Why don't you run ahead and say 'hi?'" She let go of her daughters hand, but kept a careful eye on her when she ran the some ten yards to where Santana was standing, looking around. Brittany's heart warmed as she saw Santana scoop Kaleigh up and kiss her on the forehead. The perfect picture of family.

It took a few moments for Brittany to walk the distance, but soon she was next to Santana, who was still holding Kaleigh. "Hey," she said, pecking Santana briefly on the lips, "Is everything ready at home?"

"Mhm," Santana said, cautiously allowing Kaleigh to play with her earring. "Your stuff just arrived yesterday. Come on, I have a taxi waiting. Told him that my family was coming in today." Santana winked, then started leading the way outside, to where the cab was waiting. The driver raised his eyebrows when he saw that Brittany and Kaleigh were who Santana was talking about when she said that her family was coming, but he didn't say anything. Brittany decided that he probably didn't care who he drove, so long as they paid him.

As soon as she got in the car, Brittany was sure that she was going to fall asleep. Because of outside's November air, he had the heat on very high, and she was already tired. "Is all the furniture there?" she murmured, as she strapped Kaleigh's seatbelt on.

Santana nodded. "Yeah. Pretty much everything else is in boxes, though."

"Oh! Do I get to help unpack?" Kaleigh enthused. Brittany made some sort of noncommital head movement, so Kaleigh turned to her other mother. "Mamá, do I get to help unpack?"

At this point, Brittany realized that it was going to be a very long car ride, regardless of the actual distance that they travelled. Santana, however, seemed eager to entertain Kaleigh. "Of course you do, silly. Especially in your room. You just have to make sure that Mommy or Mamá is around when you do it."

"What does my new room look like? Is it pink?"

"No, Kaleigh, it's not pink. Right now it's just boring old white," Santana said, smiling and mussing the little girl's head, "but we can paint it later, if you want." Brittany smiled sleepily. Her last thought before she went to sleep was of her two perfect girls, together again at last.

"The building's nice," Brittany commented, still half asleep, as they made their way through the lobby. One of Santana's arms was looped in hers, and the other was dragging along the large bag out of which Brittany and Kaleigh had lived while their things were being sent to New York.

Santana was nervous. More nervous than she ought to be, perhaps. She was almost shaking when they got into the elevator. The fact that she'd bought the place without Brittany was terrifying. Brittany had seen pictures online, but there were still so many questions burningin Santana's mind. What if Brittany didn't like it? What if Kaleigh didn't like it? Worse yet, what if they both didn't like it? "It's a really great condo," she said, mostly to reassure herself. She was surprised when Kaleigh answered her.

"Mamá, what's a condo?"

Santana wasn't sure how to explaint that to a little kid, buth thankfully Brittany cut in. She was very good at explaining things to children. "It's a little bit like an apartment, and a little bit like a house. And it belongs to you. It's not like back in Ohio where our house belonged to somebody else."

Kaleigh replied only with a happy "Oh." Santana's heart was in her throat as she typed the code into the keypad and led the way to their door. "Second to last on the left," she told them, just as Liam had told her a few weeks before. "We can move the furniture around, if you want," she continued, as she unlocked the door. "There are still boxes everywhere," the door was opening. "I know all the stuff's been here for awhile, but I've been busy with work and-"

They were now standing in their hallway. Brittany cut her off by kissing her. "It's perfect, San," Brittany smiled. Santana let out a sigh of relief, and kissed Brittany again. Kaleigh made a sound of disgust.

"That's gross. Mommies aren't allowed to kiss in front of their kids. That's the rule."

Santana and Brittany laughed. "Who made up that rule?" Santana asked, as she brought their suitcase into the slightly larger bedroom. As she maneuvered around the boxes that littered the kitchen floor, she noticed that there was a voicemail on her Blackberry, but her hands were full. "Britt, can you get that?"

The bedrooms were the first rooms which Santana had bothered to unpack. Everyone's clothes were already put away in closets and dressers, and their furniture was all arranged in a way that Santana hoped they would enjoy. She was so lost in thought as she started putting things away that she jumped significantly when Brittany screeched her name from the other room. "San! Santana, come here!"

She practically flew into the kitchen in alarm, only to see Brittany and Kaleigh huddled around the phone. Brittany was beaming, and Kaleigh just looked confused.

"Listen to this," Brittany said, as she pushed the speaker button and replayed the message.

"Hi, Santana. This is Rachel. Berry. From high school. Wow, um, this is going to be super awkard if it isn't you, but I think it is. How many Santana Lopez-es could there be? Anyway, I was just reading a magazine and saw your name, so I thought I'd call the company and see if they could give me a phone number.

"I know we didn't exactly get along in school, and that I might as well have fallen off the planet when we graduated, but I figured we might turn over a new leaf, so to speak. After all, we are the only ones from Glee club in New York. That is, if you're really the Santana Lopez I'm looking for. If you are, we should totally go out for drinks sometime, to catch up. Right, so give me a cal at 555-***-**** if this actually is you, and if it's not, then I'm so sorry for wasting your time."

Santana looked at Brittany in shock. It was true that Rachel had fallen off the planet once she'd gone to New York; she'd promptly broken up with Finn, and no one had heard from her since. "You should call her back," Brittany urged, "Tell her that we'd be happy to go out for drinks. We'd need to find a babysitter, though."

As Kaleigh informed her mothers that she was not a baby, Santana mulled over the idea of calling Rachel back. She wasn't sure if it was something that she wanted to do. They had definitely not gotten along when they were teenagers, but Santana definitely remembered a few times that Rachel had stood up for her. Maybe they could turn over a new leaf.

"I'll call her," she said finally, to a Brittany who was still arguing that Kaleigh "would always be their baby." She nodded her approval and held out the phone.

Santana went into her and Brittany's bedroom and dialed the number, again unreasonably nervous.

"Hello?" the voice on the other end seemed preoccupied, and there was lots of noise in the background. However, it was definitely Rachel.

"Hey, this is Santana Lopez. Is this a bad time?"

There was a pause. The voice on the other end was hesitant. "No, we're on break. I can talk for a second."

"Right," Santana said, "Well, Brittany and I would love to meet up sometime."

"Great! Can you do tonight?"

"Well, no," Santana said, "We need to find a babysitter-"

"A what? For like, a dog?"

"No, for a child," Santana said, flatly. They clearly had a lot of catching up to do.

"Oh, well, that's fine then. If you want you could come to my place and bring... the child. Or I could go to yours. Whatever's easier."

Santana thought for a moment. "Well, we're still unpacking, so it's probably better to wait a little while. And her name's Kaleigh."

They took a few moments to exchange detail, and then Rachel promptly hung up. It was very strange. Santana resolved to call her again the next day, and figure out a time and place that they could meet.

"What are the chances," she murmured, as she went back into the kitchen once more.