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Chapter 3

'Are you sure you don't want a granite countertop, Santana? Because we've got some new finishes in and I think you'd really like them.'

I was stood in the entryway to Finn and Rachel's house. I would have answered Finn's question if I thought he'd hear the answer. Three little girls were currently running around and through his legs and I was hoping that his main priority was stopping himself from tripping over them, especially since one of them was mine.

Finn and Rachel had married straight out of high school. Finn hadn't gotten into college so he began working for his step-father, Burt Hummel, before opening his own granite worktop business. Rachel had realised half way through her first semester at college that her real passion was writing plays, not starring in them. Not that this stopped her being the most ridiculously over dramatic person that I had ever met. Her last play, Yellow River, had been really successful and now it was being made into a movie. Although their lives weren't what they had planned, Finn and Rachel were incredibly happy.

Part of this was down to their two daughters, Alexis Nicole and Sophia Michelle. Alexis was eleven and a taller version of her mother. Her personality was a toned down version of Rachel and she played sports like Finn. Sophia however was definitely Rachel's daughter. I had seen her announce her entrance into my home with a song and a tap dance on many occasions.

Natalia and Sophia got on well, which is probably why Talia was chasing a singing Sophia through Finn's legs while Alexis walked around him in circles trying to get him to sign something.

'Oh, Santana, I didn't realise you had arrived!' I looked over Finn's shoulder to see Rachel stood at the top of a small flight of stairs with an apron tied over her dress.

'Yeah, I just got here. Finn's trying to sell me a worktop again.' I laughed as I took my jacket off.

'Oh gosh, just ignore him,' Rachel chuckled as she took my jacket from me and hung it in a closet. 'But you know if you do want one, there's a special discount for friends!'

'We know Rachel, you tell us all the time,' a deep voice said behind me.

I turned round to see Puck and Quinn behind me. Puck smiled at us all while Quinn smirked and raised a bottle of wine in the air and winked at me when I raised the one I had also brought with me.

'Oh, the Puckerman's too! Well now, everyone come in. Dinner will be served shortly,' Rachel smiled as she bustled back into the kitchen.

'Don't break anything,' I heard Quinn whisper under her breath as she released the death grip she had on her two elder sons. Puck was holding a content Joshua in his arms.

'Hey Lezpez, had a gardener tend to your bush recently?' Puck asked me with a smirk before he was greeted by a smack from Quinn.

'Shut it Puckerman, you'll never be the man your mother is,' I replied quickly.

'Or my wife.' We both laughed and looked at Quinn.

'Fuck the both of you,' she muttered as she wandered into the dining room.

'Mercedes called me yesterday, she and Sam are coming into town in a few weeks to visit her mother,' Rachel said as she folded up her napkin and placed it in front of her on the table.

We'd finished dinner and were having more drinks while Puck and Finn had gone off to the living room to watch football and the kids played not so quietly upstairs. By the sound of it, Sophia had pulled out the karaoke machine and was attempting to perform over the noise of Carter and Lucas wrestling.

'Are they? Who are they staying with?' I asked as I sipped my wine.

'They're only visiting for a few days so they're staying with her mom. I asked if they wanted to stay with us but she said it wasn't necessary. She said that Tina had offered for them to stay at her and Mike's as well,' Rachel replied as she picked up her wine glass.

'Tina did?' I asked as I smirked over at Quinn who looked at me smugly over her glass.

'Yes, Tina did,' Rachel sighed between the pair of us exasperatedly. 'Honestly, you two are like a pair of witches over a cauldron. You'd think you were still in the Cheerios.'

'Pah! After four kids these thighs are never seeing a mini skirt again.' Quinn snorted as she poured herself another glass of merlot.

'We're obviously not still in the Cheerios or we wouldn't be at your shire, hobbit.' I said sarcastically as I downed the rest of my glass and poured myself another.

'There is nothing wrong with your thighs, Quinn. There is also nothing wrong with Tina.' Rachel said matter of factly, ignoring my comment.

'Except from he-,' Quinn began.

'No, Quinn!' Rachel interrupted.

'Calm down Berry, we'll stop bitching about the Fat Sam to your Frodo.' I said as I threw my hands in the air.

'For the next five minutes anyway.' Quinn said quietly as I giggled.

'Right, I'm changing the subject now,' Rachel said as she picked up her glass. 'Santana dear, how are you dealing with the recent developments in your marriage? I hope you're not using alcohol as a coping mechanism.'

I rolled my eyes at Rachel as I watched her eye my wine glass.

'I'm just enjoying a drink with friends, Rachel. Besides, I don't think it's me you should be worried about.' I said as I wiggled my finger at Quinn who was finishing her glass.

'What?' Quinn looked at us both. 'I'm enjoying myself! You two wouldn't understand, you have girls!'

'You have three lovely sons, Quinn.'

A loud thump rang out from upstairs, followed by boyish laughter.

'So Santana, your marriage!' Rachel cried out to avoid an 'I told you so' from Quinn. 'Have you signed the papers yet?'

'I haven't, no.' I shook my head. Truth be told, I hadn't even looked at them since the day I got them.

'Seriously?' Quinn asked incredulously.

'Nope, I've not even touched them. I want to ask her about it first. It was just so out of the blue, you know, and I want to find out the reason behind it before I sign them.' I sighed as I sat back in my chair. Brittany giving me the papers had shocked me. I knew we weren't getting back together but it just made it all so... definite.

'Do you not want to sign them because there are still feelings involved?...' Rachel asked me, trying to hide her excitement.

'God no, there are no feelings at all. I just want to know why. I think I deserve an explanation. We've been separated for two years so why all of a sudden now?'

'Do you know anything that's going on in Brittany's life?' Rachel asked me.

'No. You probably know more than me.' I replied as I chugged more of my wine.

'Yes, I probably do...' Rachel said quietly. I looked at her questioningly but she snapped back to her normal self quickly. 'So are the two of you excited for the children's sports day at school on Thursday?'

'Ooh, I cannot wait.' Quinn slurred.

'And why's that, Q?' I laughed, already knowing the answer.

'Because guess who my Carter is going to beat in the sack race?'

'Let me guess.' Rachel groaned as she reached for her wine.

'Zach Cohen Chang! Woo Team Puckerman!'