Disclaimer: Glee in no part belongs to me. Which let's be honest, is probably for the best. I also don't own Apple or any of it's applications, or Google.

As always, I love you my wonderful reviewers. You are incredible. And a couple of you had questions after the last chapter so i'm going to answer those questions here. So this section is a little longer than normal, sorry.
But no LananaBanana I do not mind at all.

1) Yes that god forsaken sham of a plotline (aka the end of the world wedding) will not be happening in this story. This all takes place before the events of the Christmas episode and it's safe to say that nothing from there will be relevant. I think that episode was a poor representation of both Sam and Brittany as characters.

2) Yes I will also be changing the way Brittany and Sam got together. Because I agree, the way that was written was terrible and upsetting.

3) I am going to be writing the version of Sam that I had always imagined him to be when I watched his interactions on the show. This story is not going to really portray Sam as the bad guy because I don't see him as one. (So this is fair warning that if you're looking for Sam bashing, this is not the place for it.) I think the writers wasted his potential too and I also want to fix that if I can. So i'm not tweaking him completely, but this is what I meant by mostly-canon. Because the way he acts in this story might seem a little OOC compared to the writing on the show, but that might be more IC anyway by definition. I don't know, you guys tell me when we get there what you think.

4) It's exactly as you said, it's Santana's mind running wild. She has no proof that anything has happened between Brittany and Sam in that regard. The only thing she knows for sure is that they're dating. Other than that, it's all her perception and her imagination fills in quite a few unnecessary blanks. And since this story is being told mostly from her side of things, we're going to see a lot of that.

and for GL

5) Talking about the big mistake is them breaking up in the first place. What happened in Glease in my opinion was her still trying to convince herself she'd done the right thing.

As always, please don't be shy in the review section you beautiful people. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. - J

Chapter 3

Waking up the next morning wasn't nearly as traumatic as it had been waking up from her dream. Instead of fear and panic, all Santana felt was a calmness that had been the product of her conversation with her father and her other dream after she had fallen back to sleep. This dream was much more pleasant. This dream started with her and Brittany walking hand in hand on a beach somewhere. She didn't know what beach or where it was but the sun was shining and the breeze blew their hair backwards. They were walking at the water's edge and Santana had looked down at their joined hands, seeing how perfectly they fit together. And she noticed something else, Brittany had a ring on her left hand. She turned slowly to look at her own left hand and there it was, the ring that matched Brittany's. Just as she raised her eyes to search for her wife's, a little boy and little girl ran past her. She didn't think anything of it until the woman beside her called out to them.

"Be careful ducklings! Don't fall in the water." She laughed and Santana couldn't help the grin that snuck onto her face. Brittany turned to her and her grin turned into a smile. "Our babies are something else huh?"

The happiness that she felt hearing those words was indescribable. And just as she went to answer, the alarm on her phone went off. She had forgotten to turn it off. And when she sat up in her bed, unlike last night, she had a big smile in place. She got up and she couldn't help the small giggle that accompanied her memory of her dream. It was involuntary.

After she was completely awake, she was showered, her teeth were brushed, her hair was combed and tied in a loose bun on top of her head, she made her way downstairs. When she walked into the kitchen she saw her mother sitting at the counter and her father was cooking breakfast. Walking quietly she got behind her mother and wrapped her arms around her, kissing her cheek. "Morning Mami."

Maribel jumped in her seat and placed her hand over her heart. "Ay Mija, you scared me."

Santana laughed softly. "Lo siento." Walking up beside her father she placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek too. "Morning Papi." Stealing a piece of bacon from the plate beside the stove she walked over to sit down next to her mother. Leaning her head on her mother's shoulder, she watched her father cook and listened as her parents carried on with their conversation. She started to imagine herself in her dad's shoes with her own beautiful wife opposite of her. They would make breakfast like this together when they got the chance. She would cook of course because Brittany didn't like trying to figure out recipes and Santana knew she would just take pride in being able to cook for her girl. She was so swept up in her daydream though, that she didn't notice her parents had been speaking to her. She only noticed when Maribel whistled in her ear entirely too loudly.

"Ow! Ma, what was that for?" She yelled, holding a hand to her ear. She was sure the volume of that whistle just gave her some sort of hearing loss.

Maribel just shrugged. "Presta atención nena and that won't have to happen again." She pointed to the dining room table where Ramón was already seated with the food. "Now vamos, breakfast." Santana just rolled her eyes playfully and chuckled, sliding off her stool and joining her parents at the table.

They ate and talked, just enjoying each others company when Ramón interrupted the flow of conversation and cleared his throat. "So Mija..." He said tentatively. "When I came home last night, I noticed something...interesting...about your car."

Santana took a sip of her apple juice and looked at her dad confused. "What's wrong with my car?" She asked. It was fine when she drove over. She couldn't imagine anything had happened to it since she arrived.

Ramón just shook his head. "Nothing's wrong with it per say." He bit down on a piece of bacon and continued. "Unless you consider it being filled with boxes of your things, something wrong."

Maribel stopped eating and looked at her husband, then back at her daughter. "Full of...Santana why are your things in your car?"

Santana stopped eating and looked at her parents. She knew she'd have to talk to them about this eventually, it might as well be now. "Well..." She started, "...remember when I told you that I wasn't sure if Kentucky was for me?" Her parents nodded slowly. "Yeah…it's not." She said slowly. Her father just titled his head in curiosity waiting for her to continue. Her mother however was more verbal in her lack of understanding.

"How do you know it's not for you? You've only been there one term." Maribel was confused. What was her daughter getting at?

Santana spoke again. "Sí Mami, pero not once in the entire term did I feel like I was accomplishing something. Or like it was worth giving up..." She paused, maybe she could leave that part out. "...a lot of things that made me happy, to pursue an education there." She went back to eating slowly while her mother interrogated her and her father just stared.

Maribel had many questions and she was intent on getting answers before breakfast was over. "So if Louisville isn't the college for you then what is? Or are you saying college isn't for you in general?"

Santana thought about that for a second. "We'll I can't say that there's no college for me because I haven't tried all of them. But I haven't found one in particular that makes me absolutely want to go."

Her mother didn't let up. "So that means what?" She didn't want her daughter just dropping out with no plan.

The questions flying at her didn't even phase Santana. She was ready for this interrogation. "That means, that I don't want to go to a conventional college. I want to try something else." She took a moment to take another drink and continued. "When I graduated, you told me to go to New York. You said that you trusted me and my dreams. Well I still have those dreams but I put them on hold because I was going to go to Louisville. I don't want to put them on hold anymore. I want to go make them happen and I can't do that if I'm grounded to a college campus." Maribel was listening intently, as was Ramón. "So what I was thinking I'd do is go to New York, find ways to make music my career but at the same time, I would go to school online. That way I could still get my education and my degree but I wouldn't have to necessarily stay in one place to do it."

She sat quietly and looked back and forth between her parents trying to gauge their reactions. Just as she was about to give in and ask them to say something, Ramón finally spoke up. "And what about living arrangements?" Santana let out a small breath. They weren't immediately disapproving and that was a good sign.

She went on, "Well I actually have some friends in New York and I talked to them about possibly rooming with them until I could get on my own feet. Then after I got a steady job I could find a small apartment for myself. They said that it was cool with them if I stayed there for a little while, that it would probably help them out a little bit too." Ramón went back to silence and nodded, Maribel seemed lost in thought and she nodded along as well. Santana waited patiently for one of them to say something, but it seemed the two of them were waiting on each other. She played with her hands on her lap, a nervous habit she'd had since childhood, as she waited.

After some time Ramón broke the silence. "Well I think it's a great idea Mija and I think it's wonderful that you want to pursue your dreams. I also am very impressed that you've thought it out so carefully. So I suppose the final question is, when will you be going to New York?"

Santana let out a huge breath and brought her hands back up to the table. She was shocked her parents were actually going along with this. She had been so sure they would protest. But her parents did always manage to surprise her, maybe it was time she stopped underestimating them. "I guess when I am finished here." she finally answered.

Maribel spoke up again. "Very well Mija, as long as you have a plan in place and are going to put your all into this, Papi and I support you a hundred percent". She smiled at her daughter. She was very proud of how far she had come this past year. "And I suppose it's a good thing we saved the money we tried to give you last year for just this purpose." She fought back a laugh at the look on Santana's face.

"You what!?" After graduation, her mother had given her a check worth an impressive amount that her parents had wanted to give her as her graduation present. Back then she had been struggling to make a decision of where she was going to go, but she finally decided on Louisville, since it would be closest to…well, that obviously didn't work out the way she planned. But when she'd made that decision she gave the money back to her parents and told them to take themselves on a vacation or something, but never did she imagine they'd kept the money this whole time. Again, maybe it was time she stopped underestimating the two of them. But with her parents chuckling to themselves, she shook her head and protested. "No! No you guys, that's not…I'm not taking it. I wanted you both to use it for yourselves, I mean you deserve it after everything. I'm not using it. I can pay my own way, really, you don't have to…." She was cut off by her father, who was trying to control his laughter.

"Santana we're not doing this because we feel we have to. We're doing this because we want to. We believe in you and like Mami said, we support you one hundred percent." Ramón cracked just a little. "Besides, we knew this day would be coming. We knew a place like Louisville could never hold you for long. If we're being honest Mija, you lasted longer than we thought." He looked at his wife and they shared a laugh. "But we're proud of you for trying something new, and for knowing when to say that it's not for you, because that takes courage." Ramón just looked across the table at his baby girl and took a moment to soak in just how grown up she was becoming, his eyes shining with pride.

Santana was at a loss for words, which was something that rarely happened. She was in shock at everything her parents were saying and was trying to wrap her head around it all. Maribel took her silence as an opportunity to jump back into the conversation. "Now things are going to be a little different than the offer we made last year. It's not to say that we don't trust you, but instead of giving you all of the money at once, Papi and I thought that it would be best to give it to you a little bit at a time."

Having gotten control of himself, Ramón piped up from the other side of the table. "So here's the deal baby. You go to New York and stay with your friends for a little while, find a job and look at online programs and apartments. We'll pay for whatever classes you decide to take, and half of the rent. You will be responsible for the other half and whatever expenses you come up with. It's going to take some budgeting but it's doable. How does that sound?"

Now it was their turn to wait for Santana to say something. She wasn't sure what there was to even say at this point. She was way beyond surprised at this point, she was completely blown away. There were no words to express how grateful she was. Finding her voice again, she just smiled at her parents, getting a little emotional if she was being honest. "That sounds like a deal to me." She said. She grabbed her mother's hand and looked up at her father. "Thank you guys so much. I can't even tell you what this means to me."

With a "You're welcome" from her father and a kiss from her mother, the family went back to finishing their breakfast and the air was once more filled with light conversation. They shared some laughs and simply enjoyed the moment together. Santana felt good being back home and she felt more hopeful for her future in the last 24 hours than she had felt in the last few months. And even though her parents were still worried about her deep down, they were glad to see her brightening up again. They missed their daughter's 'go-get-em' attitude.

When breakfast was done Santana helped her mother clean up and headed back upstairs to rifle through her things that she hadn't even gotten to unpack from the night before. She grabbed her laptop from her bag and turned it on, taking out her clothes and putting them away as she waited. Once it loaded up she sat down on her bed and placed it on her lap. She opened up FaceTime and Google Chrome. She went to her bookmarks and opened a few of them before grabbing her phone and sending a message.

You okay to FaceTime now or..?

She went back to looking at the pages she had just opened. After a minute, her phone chimed. Opening her messages, she chuckled and rolled her eyes.

That is a go Houston.

She went back to her FaceTime window, looked for the name she wanted, and hit call. It rang a few times before the person on the other end picked up. With a smile on their face they waved at the camera and greeted cheerily, "Why hello there Satan."