June:

Santana wasn't sure how to navigate her recently developed…friendship with Brittany. After Ava's dance recital, they ended up on the couch together a lot of nights just watching TV and catching up on their days. Santana figured that if they were going to live together for the next seventeen years, they could at least be friends. It was a total shift from her logic a month earlier, but she'd reached the point where she just wanted to be friends with her ex-girlfriend. There was a lot of history between them and it sucked, but actually having another adult who understood their weird situation was helpful and she really felt like they were developing into some kind of power team.

Their ten year high school reunion was coming up. Having spoken about it one night after dinner, they both realized that they RSVPed to the event and they both had plans to head back to Lima. Because it was a family friendly event, they didn't have to worry about bringing the kids and they decided that it would just make the most sense if they shared a hotel in Ohio and brought Ava and JJ together. Had someone told Santana that was going to be happening only a few months earlier, she never would have believed it, but things were changing. They'd navigated the movie premiere—even if it sort of sent Santana down a weird spiral—so they could definitely handle a bunch of the losers from their high school.

Ava was beyond excited to be going on an airplane. Santana had forgotten that she'd never been on one before and she totally hyped it up before they were set to travel. Brittany had packed a suitcase for the kids, so Santana just had to worry about her own things and because she didn't have enough to do, she started to get nervous. She was going to go to a high school reunion where everyone had known her and Brittany as a couple, she and Brittany were going to share a hotel room, what were the odds that they could make it through without things getting weird? She thought probably next to nothing, considering they'd actually been named—in spite of all the homophobia—couple most likely to stay together at McKinley so why wouldn't people assume they were still together ten years later? It was bound to get sticky and Santana found herself getting more and more concerned the closer it got.

For the entire plane ride, JJ cried. It managed to get Santana's mind off of anything regarding Brittany while she walked up and down the aisle trying to get him to fall asleep so he wouldn't shriek. She'd read about people who brought gifts for the people who sat near them on the plane with kids, but neither she nor Brittany had thought about that, so they pretty much just pissed off their neighbors with a screaming kid and Ava, who thought it was okay to keep shouting at JJ to stop crying. By the time they got off the plane, Santana felt like she was going to pull her hair out and she couldn't drive to their hotel fast enough.

"You okay?" Brittany asked Santana, once JJ and Ava were both napping in the hotel room.

"Just a little frazzled." She shrugged. "You?"

"The same, I guess. I didn't really think about how much harder it is to travel with kids."

"I think I'd like to…not do this ever again."

"We still have the way back."

"How much is it frowned on to give a kid sleeping pills?"

"Santana." Brittany laughed.

"I'm just saying, it would make everyone's life better."

"True, but we're still not doing it. Look, about tonight…"

"I know, it's going to be weird with everyone else, but can we just not make it weird between us?"

"I'd really like that idea." Santana nodded. "We're just getting to a good place."

"We're friends." Brittany affirmed and Santana realized that it actually felt good to hear her say that.

"Friends."

"I didn't think we'd ever get here."

"Well, circumstances kind of pushed us together, didn't they?" Santana took a breath. "At least Cass and John would have been happy about that. And by the way, anyone who makes it weird is going to witness me go all Lima Heights."

"Please don't in front of the kids."

"No promises."

Before the kids woke up, Brittany and Santana took turns in the bathroom getting ready for the reunion. Santana was determined to look as hot as possible, not wanting anyone from high school to think that she'd lost it in ten years. She deliberately wasn't friends with anyone she'd gone to school with on Facebook so she got to make exactly the impression she wanted to make when she wanted to make it. When Brittany came out of the bathroom all dressed, Santana kind of thought that she was trying to do the same thing and once again she had to make an effort not to stare at her. Things were already weird enough, she didn't need to make them weirder by ogling Brittany.

Once the kids were up and dressed, they headed over to the restaurant where the reunion was being held. Brittany had JJ and she had Ava when they walked in and Santana made it a point to walk a few steps behind her, not wanting it to look like they were coming in together. Technically, they were coming in together, but they weren't together together, and considering they'd spent four years of high school being BrittanyandSantana, she felt like she had to specify with her body that it wasn't the case anymore. She'd made a deal with Brittany that it wasn't going to be weird and she had to do everything in her power to make sure she didn't let herself get lost in her head.

"Santana Lopez! Brittany Pierce!" Rachel Berry shrieked, upon seeing them enter and Santana rolled her eyes. "Or is it Lopez-Pierce, or Pierce-Lopez? Oh my God, your kids are so cute!"

"No! No!" JJ screamed, covering his ears.

"Aunt Santana, why is that lady yelling?"

"She just does that Aves, ignore her."

"It's hurting my ears." Ava complained, covering them up and making Santana laugh a little despite the awkwardness.

"It's neither Lopez-Pierce or Pierce-Lopez." Brittany corrected Rachel. "We're just friends."

"Oh, you're funny, Brittany. There's no way you both are just friends."

"She's serious, Berry." Santana rolled her eyes again. "Just friends."

"So why—"

"The answer is none of your business." She snapped, taking Ava's hand and walking away from Rachel.

It was apparently meant to be the theme for the whole night. Much like Santana suspected, everyone just kept assuming she and Brittany were still together and she finally got to the point where she went and sat at a different table just to avoid having to talk about it. As much as she wouldn't admit it to Brittany, it cut her deeply that they didn't work out and being reminded of it just made her want to scream. She'd bought a ring, she'd been ready to propose and if things would have just not gotten all messed up, they probably would have been at that stupid reunion as wives. So much for not being weird…

"Are you okay?" Kurt Hummel came up to her and asked, making Santana roll her eyes because seriously, she hadn't had a friendship with these people in a hundred years and everyone just seemed to encroach on her space. Maybe that was the point of reunions, maybe she shouldn't have come for that exact reason, but she was there and she had to deal with it. "Rachel told me about you and Brittany."

"Look, Lady Hummel, we broke up two years ago, this isn't like…some new thing."

"When Blaine and I broke up—"

"Can you not try to compare it? Until you and Blaine are living in the same house raising your dead best friends' kids together, you have no idea."

"I'm just trying to be nice to you."

"I know." Santana sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just everyone coming up to me and talking about my breakup is a totally unnecessary reminder of it. I don't feel like dealing with it."

Santana wanted to leave early, so she told Brittany to stay and that she'd take the kids back to the hotel and put them to bed. She didn't even wait for Brittany's response before she loaded them up in the rental car and drove back. Maybe she was a little mad at Brittany that they'd broken up, once the wounds felt fresh again, and she'd started regretting the fact that she'd decided to go to that stupid reunion in the first place. All of the best laid plans were sort of broken when Santana got into one of her dark places and hearing everyone say what a cute couple they were was actually painful for Santana. They were a cute couple, they should have still been a cute couple and as much as she appreciated her newfound friendship with Brittany, something about the whole night had really rubbed her the wrong way.

She put JJ down to sleep in the playpen and then she tucked Ava into the bed that she was sleeping in. Once she was asleep, Santana turned on the TV and scrolled mindlessly through the channels. She thought about going into the minibar and mixing a drink but since she was solely responsible for the kids, she decided against it. She'd just settled into an episode of Frasier when she heard a key in the door. She went to grab the remote to turn off the TV and pretend she was asleep, but she had dropped it on the floor and by the time she found it, Brittany was already in the room.

"Hey. Were you okay? You totally ran out of there."

"Fine. Just wanted to get the kids to bed."

"Okay."

Brittany went into the bathroom to get ready for bed and Santana turned off the TV. She really just wanted to get back to New York where not everyone around them assumed that they were together. She heard Brittany come back out of the bathroom and get herself under the covers of her bed, and then she sighed heavily. There was a part of Santana that wanted to ask her what was going on, but another part just didn't want to know. Maybe Brittany had been right about the rules in the beginning, maybe if they had listened to them they wouldn't even be in this stupid hotel room feeling all uncomfortable because they had to see everyone from their past.

"Santana? Are you up?"

"Yeah, I'm up." She rolled over so she could see where Brittany was lying in bed in the low light.

"Did you leave because you were uncomfortable?"

"Yes." Santana admitted, as much as she didn't want to. "Just for the record, it still hurts me that we broke up. I know it was a long time ago and I should be over it, but I'm really not."

"Santana—"

"I don't want you to tell me that it was a long time ago and I should let it go. You really hurt me and it sucks."

"Santana—"

"I'm done talking about it. Goodnight."

"You said we weren't going to let it get weird."

"Yeah, well, maybe I overestimated myself. I felt weird. It's hard not to be weird when you feel that way."

"You're mistaken if you think it doesn't feel weird for me too."

"Well, I guess that's just what it is now."

"It doesn't have to be you know. We're past that."

"Just because we're past that or whatever doesn't mean it doesn't suck to be reminded of what we could have been. We were most likely to stay together in high school and now look at us. Rachel Berry is still with Finn Hudson when they were like, totally destined to fail, but now here's us. Whatever, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Goodnight."