So here's the second chapter! I need to proof read it again but I think it's okay, mistakes wise! Remember guys this is all just an intro to the actual story so please be patient with me! Reviews and comments are very much appreciated! Thank you!

When they eventually got their impromptu "morning workout" out of the way, two solid hours later, Brittany finally came back to her senses and urged Santana to get dressed so they can finally get on with their day, the Latina's birthday, preferably outside the house, fully dressed. Although the blonde must admit, Santana made being naked in the shower and in bed a very very good reason to abandon the whole day she planned but she had to focus. The mind blowing, earth shattering sex will always be there for them, they're Santana and Brittany for goodness sake's. Their lady kisses are the sweetest of all kind. But Santana will only turn 21 once and Britt is adamant to give her the best party and after party ever.

"Santana, are you ready?" she shouted from the bedroom as she fixed her make up in the mirror. She would try to fix her hair but the "after sex ruffled hair" look is really suiting her outfit. She's wearing a pair of worn out denim shorts which shows off her long toned legs and to quote the Latina, her "hermoso culo". Her top was an almost see through white linen shirt buttoned up enough to show off her other pair of assets which obviously her girlfriend adored. The tall blonde smiled to herself, she's really taking this day to please and maybe tease Santana. She knows for a fact that Santana isn't the most patient person in the world so she'll have to see how long it takes for the brunette to lose all sense of control.

Santana emerged from the bathroom after half an hour of getting ready, mostly trying to calm herself down and think happy, non sexual thoughts. Britt kinda made it difficult for her to walk straight, let alone think straight. "Straight", that word should really not be used to describe her, ever. It's like saying sugar is sour. She's sporting dark denim skinny jeans and a grey fitted, v neck tshirt which accentuates her features, so to speak. "I'm ready, shall we get to business?" she smirks at her own lame innuendo. Brittany rolls her eyes jokingly and gives her a peck on the lips before making her way out of their bedroom and out to the car, before Santana could even make any moves that will definitely delay their plans.

Los Angeles on a normal day is busy. On a hot summer day, it's almost impossible to walk down the pavement without invading someone else's personal space, let alone drive a car through this jam packed street. Every person seemed to crawl out of their houses, craving for the sun, even though L.A. sun is not a rarity. It took them about an hour to find a decent parking space, an hour wherein Santana spent fifty minutes ridiculously trying to talk herself out of the thoughts she's been having while Brittany sat in the driver's seat looking effortlessly beautiful despite the impatient look on her face. Santana felt like she was back in high school, drooling over her then, hot, co-cherrio, best friend. She shook her head at herself, people would think she's a crazed sex fiend if they can read her thoughts. Truth is she's woman consumed by a feeling so goddamn strong, even her badass self, the self-proclaimed ladies' woman, Santana Lopez, is so undeniably in love with Brittany. She just loves her so much that everything that comes with it is just an added bonus.

"Babe, you okay?" the blonde asked waving her hand in front of Santana's face.

The latina snapped out of her mushy, chessy, thoughts. "Oh yeah babe, I'm fine. Sorry but you outfit is making it difficult for me to function" she retorted then let out a chuckle.

"Baby, I can only say the same to you. I just have self control." Brittany replied as they both stepped out of the car. Santana walked towards the taller blonde and slipped their hands together as they walked off. The perfect fit. Every time their fingers intertwine, the world around them just seems so negligible. Everything she wants is here. Wherever Brittany is, that's where her happiness lies.

While Santana and Brittany enjoyed each other's company doing normal, clothed activities, Quinn and her girlfriend Rachel sat in their living room waiting for the "go" signal from Brittany so they can sneak into the other couple's apartment to decorate the whole place for Santana's surprise party tonight. Quinn and Santana have had their differences in high school as they both fought for the role of "Queen Bee" throughout their time at McKinley. Brittany was always the peace maker. She was the "Switzerland" out of the three and though Santana always had a special place in her heart, she always considered Quinn like a sister and by that she means sometimes they fought but they always made up.

Meanwhile, Rachel Berry, formerly known as "Man Hands" to Santana and Quinn (at some point in high school), is the newest addition to the "McKinley Rainbow Alumni" as Santana would refer to them. It was definitely a surprise that the Queen Bee and Man Hands got together after bumping into each other at one of the LA gay clubs while Quinn was out with Brittany and Santana and their other friends. Her college boyfriend broke up with her earlier that month and since then she had been running to her fellow "Queerios" every time she felt down, which was all the time. So Santana, the good friend that she is, told Quinn to man up and convinced her to let her hair down and see the other side of town while Brittany did the more conventional thing of comforting her. That night turned into a Glee club reunion, in the bathroom of the busiest lesbian club in LA. Rachel was there with her actor friends from the TV show where she was cast as a minor character at the time. The two women were both unexpectedly happy to see each other in the club, well they were tipsy, but genuinely happy regardless. It took around five hours and countless number of tequila shots and before they knew it, they were both flipping their shit out trying to gather their clothes, belongings and dignities in Quinn Fabray's college dorm. Two months later, Santana almost spews her piping hot coffee onto Quinn's face when she told her and Britt about her rendezvous with a certain Rachel Berry. Two years later, they are still together and surprisingly Rachel is still in one piece considering how much she and Santana clash. It's a good thing the two blondes can control the situation.

Quinn's phone beeps and it's a text from Brittany, finally. The text read:

"Hey, just eating lunch at the Mexican place Santana loves. You guys can do your thing now. But not your thing. You know what I mean. B"

The hazel eyed blonde smiled to herself as she got up from the couch. Rachel fell asleep waiting so she had to wake her up as gently as possible. "Rach, babe, we gotta go."

"Mmm" the small brunette responded. She turned to face the back of the couch, clearly not making this job easy for Quinn.

"Rach!" Quinn said as she shook her girlfriend as gently but effectively as possible.

"BARBRA, I'M UP, I'M UP!" she bolted from the couch, clearly emerging from a dream.

"Another broadway dream?" Quinn smiled and she gave Rachel a peck on the lips.

Rachel pouted, "Yeah."

"Babe, it'll happen. I'll save up after college, you'll rake in from you acting gigs and we'll live the dream in New York City. Okay?" Quinn reassured her reaching out for her hand. "Now, let's go do our thing at the Lopez-Pierce's place."

"Why do we need to do it there? We can do our thing here." Rachel smiled, teasingly.

Quinn let out a small laugh. "You cannot be like this right now. Urgh, Santana, I hate you for being old right now."

So I have introduced Faberry :)! Hope you guys like it!