Santana walked out of Sugar Motta's shaking her head. She was trying to clear the fog that had set in while dealing with that woman. Nearly everything she said came out in some form of a direct insult or an under handed comment. Why in the hell had it taken nearly an hour to pick up one dress that was already perfectly sized? Santana didn't know but she needed some coffee or maybe some alcohol, either one would do at this point.

She placed the dress on a clothes hanger hook in the back of the Jeep before climbing in herself. Everything was slowly coming together, hopefully everything would go off without a hitch on Friday. Now that she had the dress she still had a few more errands to run. The art store was a few blocks away and after leaving there she had to take the dress to Leroy who was going to take it to the lodge when he went to drop Bayani off at work early Friday morning. Santana checked her phone to see if she had any missed calls or messages from Rachel. She only found a text telling her that Rachel was about to head into her fitting and that she loved her. Santana smiled and messaged her back before starting her Jeep and turning on the air. A hot car with faux leather seats was a killer combination on a persons legs.

Glancing at the clock, Santana realized it was already going on noon, maybe some lunch was in order before she picked up her canvas. Plus she had a lot of work to do once she got back to the cabin. Besides the fact that growing your own food was healthy, Santana really just couldn't deny her inner child when it came to playing in the dirt. No one really needed to know that though.

Let's get moving before any paparazzi shows up, Santana mumbled to herself. Putting her Jeep into reverse, Santana headed off in search for some food.

Rachel slumped down onto the bench and began taking off the high heels that Kurt had had her walking around in for the past thirty minutes. They were really starting to kill her feet.

"These are a no Kurt. I think my toes are going to fall off." Rachel pouted as she rubbed the sides of her feet.

"Beauty is pain." Kurt replied as he stepped over to pick up the shoes and hand Rachel a new pair for the next outfit that was going to be trying on.

"That saying is...I don't know what it is. But I don't like it and I am not wearing shoes that are going to attack my feet the whole night. I want to be able to smile at this premiere, not grimace when asked who's shoes I am wearing." Rachel ignored the shoes and stood up, following closely behind Kurt.

Kurt turned around looking scandalized. Rachel almost ran smack dab into his face. "You will not grimace when asked about my shoes!"

"Oh, I will. I love you and I love your clothes and shoes, but I can tell that you didn't make those." Rachel pointed to the offenders in Kurt's hands. "You may have drew up the plans, but I know that you didn't construct these shoes." Rachel reached out and grabbed one of the shoes that she had just taken off. They were a three inch heel sandal and the straps just seemed to fall in all the wrong places.

Kurt dropped his head as if he was ashamed. "You're right, I didn't make these. They were a product sample from a production company I was trying to work with." He really wasn't a sell out, so don't get any ideas about calling him one. He just wanted to bring newer designs to a larger market. Dressing famous people was a wonderful job, it was everything he had ever dreamed of doing, but everyone deserves to look nice and he personally knew the struggles of being a high school student low on cash and wanting to look your best.

Rachel sighed like her heart was aching for Kurt. "I know you want to expand your business, but that company sucks. I know there are better ones out there for you to work with that will actually do your designs justice. Now, let's go look at the new rack of dresses that Addy brought in. I really want to try on that black one." Rachel couldn't contain her excitement. Dresses were one of her favorite things.

When Santana arrived at the spot she had chosen for lunch, she realized that duh, it was lunch time and her favorite food stand was swarmed with people. Not the best place for her to be when she was trying to avoid drawing attention to herself. Writing lunch off as a bust for the moment, Santana decided to go ahead and run into the art store. She was surprised when she walked in the store to see Detective Beiste standing at the counter paying for an acrylic paint set.

Detective Beiste looked up when he heard the bell on the door chime. He smiled in greeting at Santana. "Good afternoon, Santana."

"Detective." Santana nodded her head in greeting. "That's a nice set, for you?" Santana asked as she pointed to the paint set.

"Oh no. The most I can paint is some stick figures and shapes. It's for my niece. Figured I would pick it up while on break." Detective Beiste thanked the cashier and stepped away from the counter, heading towards the door. He motioned with his head for Santana to follow him.

"What's going on?" Santana implored as the door closed softly behind them. "I thought you were going to California with Chief Sylvester?"

"No, I stayed here to help sort the paper work to bring him back. Listen, I know Duncan told you that Conner got away at the airport, but they caught him after, right?" Santana nodded her head. "Okay, well apparently he dropped something in the airport, a backpack or duffle bag. Anyway, someone was waiting in the airport for him because by the time they got around to checking for it, it was gone. The last thing I heard was they were going to find his father and question him. We do know that Conner never made it to see his father though, he was caught in part because his cab driver realized who he was and pulled over for the police."

Santana took a step back and tried to rationalize everything she had just been told. "So, right now this is where we are. Conner escaped jail with the help of a doctor who is a family friend. The doctor has a ticket and fake ID waiting on him. Conner puts some distance between him and the police and is able to get on a plane to California. He gets off the plane, does a drop and run but then his cab driver turns him over when the police catch up to him."

Detective Beiste nodded his head. "That's what we have right now. They're still trying to locate the doctor, he was gone when they showed up at the hospital to arrest him. We don't have any more leads on the possibility that they are after the whole Berry family and we don't know yet who picked up the bag in the airport. But I assure you we are doing everything we can. It's just a waiting game at the moment. Oh and the decoders at the jail are still working on the letters. They do think they had a system figured out though, so we should hear something soon."

Santana shook her head and threw her hands up in the air. "It's just all so confusing and ridiculous. He wanted to get caught by the police, he could have made that cab driver go on if he had wanted to. I have big plans Friday and I don't need this tainting them."

"I assure you we are working on it." Detective Beiste said solemnly. He really wanted to get this all figured out and taken care of. He was really getting tired of dealing with the Porter's and anyone associated with them. Just as he was about to say something else, his pager went off. "That might be someone from the station now. I'm going to go call them and I will let you know something when I know."

"Thanks. Oh and tell your niece, happy painting." Santana gave a weak smile. Like Detective Beiste had said, it was all a waiting game now. She just hoped they wouldn't have to wait too long.

"It will make her day knowing her favorite artist sends support." Detective Beiste didn't say anything more, just scurried away pulling at his pager to see who needed him now.

It was nearing dinner time when Rachel finally pulled up at the cabin. She was so tired and the door was so far away. Maybe she could sleep in her car. Kurt had made her try on at least thirty dresses before they reached an agreement. Rachel sighed as she grabbed the to-go box of curry out of her front passenger seat. She had called Santana when Kurt have given her a small break and they had agreed that Rachel would pick something up for dinner since both women were tired. It really had been a long day.

Practically dragging herself across the yard, Rachel assumed Santana was already in the house until she heard the low roar of something coming around the cabin. Ah, Santana was out on one of favorite toys that wasn't the ATV's or tractor. That must have been what she took out to the field with her, Rachel mused to herself. When Santana came into view, Rachel wasn't surprised to see Dax and Dahlia both riding shot gun, however Santana looked a little...pissed off. The reason became obvious when she parked up and climbed out of the utility vehicle.

The overalls Santana had changed into when she got home (don't laugh, they are comfortable and convenient) was soaked from the waist down. It was all Dax and Dahlia's fault that she was soaked. All she had to do was double check that her irrigation system was clear. Run some water backwards, blow out any debris and reset the pipes into the pond that was her reservoir for her crops. Dax had decided that he was going to investigate the edge of the pond, Dahlia of course decided to go with him. You can probably guess the rest.

Rachel covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. Santana looked so dejected and sad. Rachel shifted the box of curry so that she could set it down on the swing. She playfully pouted at Santana as she made her way across the porch. "What happened baby?"

"I had to go into the pond to get this one." Santana held Dahlia up to Rachel's face. The puppy barked and tried to lick Rachel's nose.

"Aww, she just wanted to swim like her big brother." Rachel took Dahlia out of Santana's hands. She wasn't about to cuddle the puppy with nice clean clothes on.

"No, don't coddle her. She is in trouble and she is going in her pen for the rest of the evening after her and Dax get baths." Yeah, that would show her. Put her in the pen with her bed, toys, training patch, food and water. She was really being punished.

"Santana." Rachel scolded lightly. "She's just a baby, look at her little face." Rachel held Dahlia up in front of her face. "You can't be mad at this face." Jeez, was the dog really pouting? Dahlia started to whine like she was trying to repeat everything Rachel was saying.

"Okay, fine whatever. But she's not allowed to go out there with me for a while. Dax isn't allowed to go either, since he led her into the pond."

"That's fair enough. You forgot something though."

Santana looked around the porch like she was missing something. "What did I forget?" She had a puzzled look on her face until she looked back at Rachel who now had her lips puckered waiting for a kiss. "Oh. Hi baby." Santana said before she rocked forward and gave Rachel a kiss.

"Hi." Rachel opened her eyes and grinned at Santana. "I got your favorite curry, soooo...why don't you strip and then we can have dinner." Rachel looked Santana up and down before turning on her heel and heading into the cabin. Her woman was still sexy even in wet overalls.

Santana looked down at Dahlia who had been sat down on the porch in favor of the curry and began to undo the straps on her overalls. "I am all kinds of down for eating curry naked!" Santana yelled as she hurried behind Rachel stopping only momentarily to let Dahlia make her way inside before shutting the door.