When Santana woke from her nap she felt slightly better, but for some reason her arms and legs still felt heavy. Rachel was in the process of ordering them food. She smiled as she watched Santana search around the room for her, grinning even brighter when their eyes met. When she hung up the phone with room service, Rachel made her way over to the bed to stretch out beside Santana.

"Hi sleepy head." Rachel ran her fingers through Santana's bed head. Thankfully they still had plenty of time before the makeup artist and hair stylist was to arrive.

Santana responded with a small hi as she closed her eyes once again, enjoying the feeling of having her hair played with. "What time is it and what did you order?"

Rachel looked over Santana's shoulder at the clock on the bedside table. "It's only ten til two and I ordered spicy tortellini and sausage soup for you and chicken tortellini soup for myself." Rachel would never admit that she ordered the very specific soup for Santana to try and halt whatever onset sickness that was in the works.

"With bread sticks?" Santana opened one eye to look at Rachel.

"Of course." Rachel responded as she rolled her eyes. She would never understand Santana's fascination with bread sticks.

"Yayyyy." Santana whispered as she started to doze off again.

"Hey no. Don't go back to sleep, we need to eat and then start getting ready okay?"

Santana didn't respond, she remained quiet and simply nodded her head.

When they pulled up in front of the theater, Rachel could barely contain her excitement. This wasn't the first premiere that she had went to, but it was the first premiere of being a newly engaged woman. She was thankful that when she had officially came out that her career hadn't suffered. It felt like everyone in the business had welcomed her and by extension Santana with open arms. It was amazing the leaps and bounds that society had made as a whole.

Santana glanced around of the dark tinted windows. Her love hate relationship that came along with fame was moving in in full force. She loved that all of these people were here to see Rachel and her co-stars but she hated the really invasive people. There are certain lines that you just don't cross and some of these reporters go so far across the lines that they can't even see them anymore. They had decided that if one of the reporters noticed the ring and asked they would tell, but other than that for now they were staying tight lipped. That was as personal as they planned to get tonight, the main focus was supposed to be the movie any way.

Rachel had started to bounce in her seat. This movie was so much fun to work on, the crew and the other stars had been amazing throughout the entire filming. They were three cars away from the red carpet when the marquee came into view.

"Do you see it Santana?" Rachel asked as she pointed towards the front of the theater.

Santana strained her neck to try and see the marquee. "I see it baby."

Rachel squealed and clapped her hands together, yes she had been on Broadway,released an EP and been to other premieres, but seeing her name in lights would never get old. This was honestly one of her favorite projects. The movie titled Race To Broadway is about a group of friends who go to New York together and they deal with the ups and downs of life while seeing who can make it to Broadway first. Rachel's character gets side tracked and ends up falling in love, but in the end they all somehow end up working on the same show. It was a way for Rachel to be back on a stage without actually being on a legit stage. Despite the story line being a little cliche' and off the beaten path, the movie was doing really well so far, which was amazing for everyone involved.

Santana and Rachel both felt like they had been waiting in the car for hours. Quinn had came down earlier and was waiting for them at the end of the carpet. Really, how in the hell did so many people fit into a fancy town car? They would be considered clown cars if this were a circus.

Finally it was their turn, Sander their driver pulled up and smiled as they exited the vehicle. Rachel came out first followed by Santana who was trying her best not to scowl. It would be rude to wear sunglasses to one of these things, but damn those lights were bright. As soon as Santana's feet hit the pavement, she started her don't trip mantra in her head. She was always so self conscious during this stuff, making a fool out of herself or Rachel wasn't in the books. Quinn looked a little over excited because she kept making smiling gestures at Santana. Santana responded with a 'WTF' look and went about her business of being led down the carpet with Rachel.

Over here! Gorgeous!

Now look here Rachel!

Rachel pulled Santana closer as they slowly made their way past the majority of the reporters there for pictures only. The interview people were next and then some fans were waiting behind fencing before they reached the theater doors. What should have technically only taken fifteen minutes at the most, was about to take nearly an hour. Santana just knew it. Heaving a sigh that she hoped no one noticed, she smiled and stepped out of the way so that Rachel could have pictures done by herself. It was her movie after all.

Ms. Berry can we ask who you and Ms. Lopez are wearing tonight?

"We are both wearing Hummel Designs. Kurt Hummel personally picked out both outfits." Rachel took a step back and did a perfect over the shoulder smile before grabbing Santana and sending her on a little twirl to show off her outfit.

How excited are you to be here tonight?

"Very excited. Everyone worked so hard on this film. Carl is an amazing actor to work with as was everyone involved in the lead cast."

Word has made it down the line that you are wearing a certain ring on a specific finger tonight, any reason for that or is it just well placed jewelry?

Santana chuckled underneath her breath. It was impossible not to notice the ring, considering anyone that knew Rachel knew she very rarely wore jewelry even to events like this. Reporters literally couldn't stay on one topic or another because they all wanted to reveal the big news first. Big news first usually meant a lovely big bonus. Rachel looked up at Santana, silently asking if she should say anything. Santana didn't mind this was Rachel's ball game at the moment. She nodded, if Rachel was okay with it then she was too.

"It is well placed jewelry but for a good reason. Me and Santana are officially engaged. She proposed this past weekend." Rachel purposely held up her hand so that the reporter could look for herself while the camera man zoomed in on his camera. He wanted the best shot possible.

After being asked a few more questions about the movie and if there was a wedding date set yet, Rachel and Santana finished making their way down the carpet. Santana was pleasantly surprised when several fans not only asked for Rachel's autograph but hers as well. Some even had old gallery books from her previous shows that they wanted her to sign. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

The women were almost home free into the theater when Quinn came up to them and pulled Rachel back to the carpet to do an interview or two with Carl. Santana sighed and held her tongue, she knew this was all PR. Carl had a lovely wife and a son who he was more than dedicated to. In fact they both were there with him tonight. Like Rachel he knew how to keep his personal life and work life separate. They had great chemistry on the big screen but that was it and that was all it would ever be. They had sort of a brother and sister bond, which Rachel adored because she had never been able to have any form of sibling bond. Even though their relationship was completely platonic, it still didn't stop that tiny spark of jealousy that occurred when Santana had seen the movie preview. Hopefully she wouldn't leap across the seats to strangle Carl when she had to watch him touch her woman in the theater tonight.

Two hours. Two hours was all it took for Santana to feel like her body was trying to kill her. Sure she had felt a little off and still weighted down when they arrived but now she was practically a walking zombie. Rachel looked on worried as they exited the theater and signed a few more autographs for some fans who had hung around. Most of the reporters were gone since they had gotten what they needed before the movie. Rachel kept her hand on Santana's back, ready to try and catch her if she were to start to fall. She would go down with her but it would be worth it.

"Honey are you okay?" Rachel asked as she noticed Santana start to turn a lovely shade of pale green. Santana nodded her head slowly. Even that made her brain feel like it was going to explode.

"I have a migraine the size of Texas." Santana mumbled as she smiled and sign someone's autograph book.

"Let's get you back to the hotel so you can rest."

Santana turned around looking horrified. "What no. We can't do that, you have several after party invitations, there will be other directors and producers there. These parties could hold major opportunities for you. They all seen how amazing of an actor you are, they're going to be begging Quinn for available dates in your schedule for auditions." Santana gestured wildly with her hands.

Rachel bit her lip in thought, Santana was right, these parties could open even more doors for her. When it came down to it though, Santana was a priority, movie offers come and go. That's just the way the business works, it would be nice to possibly land an audition or two. She studied Santana's face, the woman was looking more worse as each minute passed by. There was no way she was going to leave her.

"You're getting sick. I am taking you to the hotel and we are going to get you some medicine and rest."

Santana huffed and oh boy was that a bad decision. Her head throbbed as her stomach turned. Don't vomit in public, don't vomit, don't vomit on Rachel, DO NOT VOMIT! "I am not sick, I just have a bad headache. You go get in the car with Quinn and I will go back to the hotel and take some aspirin and lay down. Please Rachel, I know how much all of this means to you. If you don't go I am going to feel guilty because you were with me."

"Yeah, but if I go, I am going to feel guilty for leaving you." Rachel drug the toe of her shoe in a circle against the ground. Kurt would murder her if these shoes came back scuffed because of that. Oh well, she had more important matters at the moment.

"How about you go for an hour? That's plenty of time to mingle with the importants, because you know Quinn already has all of them pegged. I'll take some aspirin, run a bath and wait on you."

Rachel looked like she was about ready to protest again but Quinn came over asking if they were ready to go. Santana explained that all the excitement tonight had given her a migraine and that she was going back to the hotel. Quinn accepted the situation for what it was, when Santana didn't want to do something she wasn't going to do it and there was no making her. Unless of course you were a pouting Rachel or Beth but that was a different story.

"One hour. I will see you in hour." Rachel hugged Santana tightly and gave her a kiss even though she knew the risk of getting sick herself.

"You were amazing tonight and I swear as soon as I kick this migraine I will show you how amazing you were." Santana gave Rachel a smoldering kiss that was a promise of things to come before they went their separate ways for a while.

Rachel walked Santana to the car that would take her back to the hotel. "I love you. Go straight to the room and rest."

"Yes mom." Santana smirked at Rachel before she climbed into the car. "I love you too by the way." Rachel blew her a kiss before she rejoined Quinn.

"You're not staying the whole hour are you?" Quinn asked nonchalantly as they made their way back to the car waiting for them.

"Nope. I have a fiancee that I need to take care of." Rachel gave Quinn a beaming smile before she climbed into the back of the town car.