A/N: Prompt from an anon; Cassandra/Rachel and Quinn/Santana celebrity couple at Rachel's first musical, with extra points for mentioning Marley being Santana's sister. I have no idea, gaaaah. XD Thanks!

Rachel knows they're out there, and it only makes her performance that much more amazing. Moving. She can feel it. Wanting to be absolutely perfect not only because of critics and the audience, but because of the personal guests she's invited and how much they make her strive regardless, she's making sure she hits every note, and every mark.

And indeed, already wonderful, her success, boosted by Santana and Quinn's confirmed presence after the show, is that much sweeter.

"You made it!" she coos, gushing, throwing herself into Quinn and Santana's arms in the privacy of her dressing room after the last curtain call; barely allowing herself to calm down, still, it's not long until Cassandra's drawn her into a breath-sucking hug and kiss, as if she wants to make sure Rachel hasn't somehow forgotten her.

"You know we wouldn't miss this for the world," Quinn smiles, used to speaking over the sound of Rachel and her old teacher kissing, "And, duh, you blew it out of the water!"

Santana smirks. With her arm curled comfortably around her own blonde's waist, she adds, "Yeah, you were so good you two're not gonna wait 'til you're home, huh? Color me not surprised."

Pulling back from her partner's grip, Rachel makes a face at her. "No, Santana. Sorry to disappoint, but you'll just have to wait until we get to the after party to get the chance to see anything substantial." Her tone promising more than her overjoyed expression can allow, she squeezes Cassandra close, and slides her practiced star expression onto her face. "But, no, wait, forget that. Well?" she tilts her head, giggling when Cassandra murmurs a throaty promise to take her home as soon as she can be spared, hand pushing down to skim over her lower back and beyond, "Ready to go out into public as not just Quinntana and guests and now Quinntana and Rachel Berry and guest?"

"Oh god." Santana rolls her eyes. Exchanging longsuffering glances with Cassandra, she puts her hand up, nods, squeezes Quinn tightly to her, and drawls, "As long as you remember to sign an autograph for my sister, I'm fine with anything."

Rachel titters. "How is Marley doing, anyway?"

Keeping the door open to allow Quinn to follow after Rachel and Cassandra have already cleared the room, Santana laughs. "As good as any Lopez after me can do," she allows, taking Quinn's hand before the paparazzi show up.

"Which is, of course," she continues, smiling as Rachel beams and soaks up the attention around her, practically shining as Cassandra only increases how brightly she shines, Quinn and herself glowing as they always did in the light of camera flashes, "Not even close to what you – and us bitches – deserve."