Chapter 2

"LADIES!"

Shrieked Rachel Berry as her front door swung open.

Santana sighed deeply, already irritated.
If Brittany wasn't so fine and didn't have the Latina wrapped around her little finger, she would be at home right now probably watching some Curb Your Enthusiasm and destroying a tub of Ben & Jerry's, but instead she was standing on Berry's front porch, holding her girls hand, a solemn look plastered on her face.

"Hi Rach!"

Brittany lunged forward and the two girls hugged happily.

The blonde pulled back and looked expectantly at Santana.
"Hello Berry…" Santana said coldly receiving a nudge from her girlfriend.

"Santana…so glad you could join us. Come in, come in ladies. Shoes off please, my Dad's just got the carpets steam cleaned and I'd hate to ruin them."

The girls walked into Berry's immaculate foyer.

Santana hadn't been here in awhile, and the memory made the girl cringe.

The last time she was here she was trashed out of her mind, grinding on Trouty Mouth and drinking away the anxiety and anger that boiled up inside of her when she saw Brittany all hugged up on Artie.
The night ended with her drunkenly having sex with Sam in Berry's guest bathroom then being dragged out of the house by Mercedes who allowed her to sleep at her house…only to spend the early hours of the morning holding Santana's hair as she puked over the toilet.

So yeah, no good memories in the Berry household and Santana did not expect that to change.

"Is everyone here already?"

Brittany asked placing her shoes on the wall then taking Santana's from her hand and doing the same.

"Yes, everyone's up in my room, come on…I was just warming up my vocals because I wanted you all to hear this new piece I'm working on. I'm planning to tackle The Phantom of the Opera, I truly think that Christine Daae is a reincarnation of my own innocent yet strong spirit and…"

Santana drowned out the midget as they walked up her staircase, she couldn't help but smirk at the ridiculous family photos lining the wall.

Basically all of them featured Berry front and center wearing that ridiculously dramatic smile she always wore, as if the pictures she was taking would end up in People or USWeekly.

She snapped back to reality as the girls reached Berry's room.

Quinn was on the bed leafing through a magazine, while Mercedes was sitting at Rachel's desk texting.

"Hi Quinny and 'Cedes!" Brittney beamed, plopping down on the bed next to Quinn and bringing her in for a hug.

"Hey girl….ooooo well well well….look who decided to show up." Mercedes smirked locking eyes with Santana.
Santana just shrugged and stuck her tongue out, knowing that Mercedes would know the exact reason she was here.

Recently Mercedes had become one of her closest friends.

Ever since they had done the duet together they had developed a bond and she was one of the people that could match Santana wit for wit and always made her laugh, that got the girl major points in the Latina's book.

"Hey Santana." Quinn said smiling at the girl.
"I'm so glad you got her to come." She said turning to Brittany, who nodded proudly and smiled at Santana.

"Ok ladies, now that we're all here I'd like to take this time to say that I, Rachel Barbara Berry, am planning on tackling one of the most well known Broadway shows of all time..."

Berry took a dramatic pause, waiting for a reaction.

Quinn turned the page in her magazine, Mercedes continued texting on her phone and Santana took a seat behind Brittany on Berry's bed, wrapping her arms around the girls waist.

"…THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!"

Rachel announced, throwing her arms into the air while looking around excitedly at her friends.
The only one to react was Brittany who clapped and smiled widely.

"That's great Rach, but Christine Daae was more like an opera singer, don't you think? I mean those notes that she hits are a bit unrealistic for someone in show choir."

Quinn said. Coming from Santana it would have been bitchy, but no one knew Berry like Quinn did and she was trying to be helpful, she smiled up at her friend with her hazel eyes and waited for a response.

"Excuse me…." Berry said putting her hand to her chest as if she was offended.

"…I know I have shared most of my unique talents with you ladies, Glee Club and any Lima resident who watched the Christmas Music Special…but I do have some secrets up my sleeve…here…"

She glided over to her pink bedazzled CD player and pressed play. Santana locked eyes with Mercedes and made a face, Mercedes just laughed and pointed to her phone winking at Santana….she knew what that meant.
Santana's phone buzzed in her Cheerio's sweat pant pocket, she pulled it out quickly typed out her code and opened a text from Mercedes.

_'Cedes: Hang in there girl lol_

Santana smirked and quickly responded, continuing to ignore whatever Berry was belting at that moment.

_Santana: Is this really what you guys do every Friday? I did not miss out on Curb Your Enthusiasm for this shit_

Mercedes chuckled and typed back.

_'Cedes: Have patience love, she usually tuckers out eventually. Then we order pizza, watch trash TV and stupid movies…and even better, we drink : )_

Santana smiled at the last part, I mean it was the weekend, and she loved getting her drank on.

She sighed and leaned forward, wrapping her arms snuggly around Brittany as everyone continued to listen to Berry dutifully.

An hour later, all the girls were in Berry's living room watching the latest Real Housewives show, chatting, sipping on beers and eating slices of pepperoni pizza.

Mercedes was sprawled out on the couch next to Quinn who was playing with Berry's hair as she sat on the floor in front of the TV.
Santana sat comfortably in between Brittany's legs on the floor, enjoying the subtle buzz that her Bud Light was giving her and the amazing back massage she was getting from her girl.

"Cedes, what are you gonna do about Sam?"

Berry asked abruptly, cocking her head towards Mercedes who was already 3 beers deep.

I mean the girl could drink, and when she did it was all out in the open.

Everyone looked at Berry, glaring at her.

It wasn't a secret that Sam was a sensitive subject for Mercedes.

Luckily Santana and Mercedes had long gotten over the awkwardness of both having slept with Trouty Mouth but even to this day their relationship was a point of insecurity for the girl.
It came as a huge shock to her closest friends who all knew that Sam was head over heels for her, but it just seemed so hard for Mercedes to believe.
Even with that being the case the two had had a whirlwind romance their senior year, and the thought of separating and where their relationship would go was on the minds of almost everyone in the Glee Club.

"I mean…"

Mercedes tilted her head back, slammed the rest of the beer and placed the can on the floor.

"…I have no fucking idea. We have yet to talk about it because I'm too nervous to bring it up. And Sam is just in this haze of actually being a senior…everything's so lovey-dovey, romantic and exciting to him. I don't even think he's considering what graduating means for our relationship. Hell, I don't even know what graduating means for our relationship."

She trailed off, looking down at her hands sullenly.

Santana felt bad for the girl, she really did.

To the Latina no one had a relationship like her and Britts, but she still felt for anyone who was currently dedicated to a special someone at this moment.

It was fucking scary and damn near impossible to think about graduating and how that would change the dynamics of a relationship, and it was intimidating to think about how many things you had to fit into the next few months.

A lot of Santana's friends in the Glee Club were dealing with the same feelings.

Mercedes was worried about Sam, Tina was worried about her and Mike Chang, Sugar pretended to be worried about Rory and Rachel was supposed to be worried about Finn but Santana could not help feeling that the girl might be more upset about the possibility that her relationship with Quinn would change.

"I don't think anyone really wants to think about change, it's so scary. I feel like for four years we've taken some things for granted…like us just sitting here, doing nothing, very few cares in the world. We might not be able to do this in 2 years, 6 years and so on…we have only a few months to truly appreciate this, ya know? This little bit of time we have when things are normal."

Quinn said glumly running her hands through Rachel's hair.

Santana nodded in agreement, Quinn was completely right.

These last 4 years had been incredibly hard.
Santana had not only had multiple battles within herself but had also battled with others, she had lost herself and found herself and in the end had finally gotten what she wanted all along...her Britt-Britt.

And ever since the two had actually been together and made it official, the Latina could not have been happier.
Having any of that change scared the shit out of the girl, the two had just worked too hard to be happy and now they had a few more months of that.

Brittany was Santana's safety net, that familiar thing she could always rely on to never hurt her.

The question about Sam and Mercedes and the discussion that followed seemed to put a damper on the room.

Mercedes sat with her hands resting in her head and just stared blankly at the TV.

Brittany had a very pronounced pout and was leaning back on the couch arms crossed over her chest, Rachel had moved up onto the couch and was leaning against Quinn, a distant look in her eyes and Santana was sitting on the floor looking at all the girls with a blank expression on her face.

"Anyone up for more booze?"

Santana asked, breaking the awkward silence in the only way she knew how.

A/N: Thank you to anyone who has read this! Let me know if you'd be interested in hearing more...