An hour to stage time, Santana was in her dressing room with Jesús, performing their pre-performance ritual, which had started in Nashville three and a half weeks ago. Rock music was playing loudly through the dressing room, both of them jumping around the room, dancing wildly, singing at the top of their lungs. It helped them both get the adrenaline and the nerves out so that Santana wasn't shaking with excitement before going on stage, and Jesús wasn't working himself into a nervous mess about drumming in front of thousands, which he'd been doing at every show since his first time in Brazil.

Santana played the wildest air guitar she ever had, while Jesús screamed out the lyrics to Teenagers by My Chemical romance. Neither of them noticed the door to the dressing room open.

It wasn't until she spun around, whipping her hair, that she saw Eve standing there with a huge smile.

"Oh hey." She quickly lowered the volume, breathing heavily. She had to use both hands to push her hair out of her face. "What's up?"

"Sorry for interrupting."

"It's okay." Jesús told her. "Do you wanna join us?"

"I'm okay, thanks though."

Jesús shrugged and went back to singing.

Santana laughed as she watched him.

"What's up Eve?"

"Brittany called."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything and everyone is okay."

"Okay." Santana relaxed. "Why did you say it like that then."

"Sorry. No she just said she needs to talk to you about something, so she really needs you to call her when you can."

"Okay, call her back." She said simply.

Eve quickly took out Santana's phone, dialing Brittany.

"Jesús, put off the music for a minute love."

"Here." Eve handed her the ringing phone. Brittany answered just as she put the phone to her ear.

"Hey babe."

"Hey, that was quick I just spoke to Eve. Did you finish performing already?"

"No I haven't gone on yet."

"Oh."

"Why what's wrong?"

She heard Brittany take a breath.

"Nothing, don't worry about it."

She narrowed her eyes, glanced at Jesús who was watching her, then at the bathroom.

"Hold on." She told Brittany, then she took the phone off her ear and looked at Jesús. "You can keep playing the music, I'm just gonna talk to mama for a minute."

"Okay."

The music started playing as she locked herself in the bathroom.

"Britt what's wrong?"

"Nothing I just wanted to talk to you about the kids."

Santana leaned against the counter.

"What about them?"

"Kyler has been having a lot of headaches lately…I don't know what's causing them. I'm getting worried."

"Jesús has been having headaches too, but I know what's causing his. He won't wear the ear muffs we got him. He's going to damage his ear drums." She shook her head. "Is Ky drinking enough water?"

"Yeah we've tried everything. I'm making sure he's drinking, eating, he has a few minutes of rest every day, kind of like meditation in case it's like a stress headache. The peediatrician says there's nothing wrong health wise. I'm about to get him a head scan in case it's a tumor or something."

"No B don't spin out like that." Santana said in a calming voice. "Maybe it's twin stuff."

"Twin stuff?"

"Yeah. Jesús isn't wearing his ear muffs at the concerts, it's too loud, he gets a headache, and Ky feels it."

Brittany was silent.

"That's better than a tumor right?"

"Yeah, and it would be kind of cool."

"It also wouldn't be the first time."

"Yeah." Brittany sounded more relaxed. "But if that's it how do I help him?"

"I'll help him. Jesús is going to wear his ear muffs."

Brittany chuckled lightly. "You really think that'll work."

"You tell me. If he gets a headache today, we'll try something else."

"Okay deal." Santana could tell Brittany was smiling. She was glad. She hated it when Brittany was stressed.

"So you feel better?"

"Yeah…thanks."

"Happy to help." She pushed off the counter and turned to look at herself in the mirror, cringing at her reflection. This was why she and Jesús did their ritual with an hour to spare, so that hair and make-up could come in and fix her.

"So um, when are you going on?"

"An hour ish." Santana ran a finger over her eyebrow.

"Okay. Um, will you call me after?"

"Sure. You think you're going to need to be talked down again?"

The forced laugh Brittany let out had Santana pulling back from the mirror, frowning. But Brittany was talking before she could say anything.

"No silly. I want to hear how the concert went."

Santana smiled, feeling excited about her impending performance. She had something special planned that she couldn't wait for the fans to see.

"Okay. I'll definitely call."

"Don't forget."

"I won't." Santana laughed.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Mami, we only have ten minutes left."

"I gotta go babe, almost show time."

"Okay. Have a good show."

"Thanks."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

She hung up and unlocked the door to find Jesús standing there.

"Ten minutes." He said again.

"That's like, four songs."

He grinned. "Let's make them good."


Brittany stared down at her phone, refusing to look at her friends, who she could feel staring at her.

"Really Britt?" Quinn finally said, after several seconds of silence.

"She's about to go on stage."

"You lied to her."

"She's about to go on stage, I can't tell her and have her go on stage…no." Brittany shook her head. "And I didn't lie, I am worried about Kyler's headaches."

"But that's not why you called." Puck said. "Call her back."

"No." Brittany clutched her phone to her chest, afraid Puck would try take it.

"Brittany." He groaned.

"Britt, you can't keep this from her." Quinn said. "She needs to know."

"And what's she going to do?" Brittany pocketed her phone and picked up the paint roller, returning to the portion of the wall she'd been painting before being forced to call Santana.

She and Puck had come over to help Quinn and Theo paint the spare room, which was going to be the baby's room. As soon as Theo had left for work, Quinn and Puck had harassed Brittan relentlessly until she'd finally given in and called Santana.

"She can't do anything about it, so all telling her is going to do is stress her out. Which is why I wanted to wait till the tour was over."

"You're going to keep this from her for another week?" Puck asked incredulously.

"Brittany I really don't think that's a good idea." Quinn said, gently rocking in her new rocking chair. "Think about how she'll react when she realises you knew all this time."

"Relax." Brittany began to paint the wall just to give herself something to do other than look at her best friends. "She's going to call back after the concert."

"And you're actually going to tell her right?" Puck asked, also resuming his painting. "You're not going to come up with another excuse about how she doesn't need to be stressed-"

"She doesn't."

"Santana's a big girl." Puck said. "You used to know that."

Brittany clenched her jaw and focused on painting. It wasn't like she was saying she was never going to tell Santana. She'd only talked to Julia yesterday. She was going to call Santana and tell her immediately after, but then she'd thought maybe this was the kind of news to deliver in-person. There was only a week left on the tour, what difference would a week make? Especially since Santana kept saying how much fun she was having on the tour. Brittany didn't want to spoil that.

"I'm going to tell her, I just need to do it at the right time."

"What is it with the two of you and finding the right time to talk to each other." Puck mumbled.

"What?" Brittany frowned. "What's that supposed to mean? Does Santana have something she's waiting to tell me."

"It's bullshit." Puck said, shaking his head. "There is no right time to tell someone something. You just tell them."

"There's absolutely a right time." Quinn said. "A right time and a right place." She continued to rock, slowly rubbing her stomach. "But some things you shouldn't wait for the right time to say. Telling someone you love them, breaking up with someone, and earth shattering news like the one you are currently sitting on Britt."

"I'm going to tell her!" Brittany snapped. "She's going to call me back and I'm going to tell her."

"You better."

Brittany's phone rang, giving her the perfect excuse to exit the conversation.

"If that's Santana, don't chicken out again." Puck called after her as she left the room. Brittany rolled her eyes and answered the phone.

"Where are you?" Kaleb asked as soon as she answered.

"I took the day off." At least she was pretty sure she'd taken the day off. She remembered talking to Syth, but maybe she'd forgotten to officially do it.

"Yeah, yeah but where are you?"

Brittany hesitated. "Um…Quinn's?"

"Are your kids with you?"

"No? Why are you asking me-"

"They're here."

"Who?"

"Who?" Kaleb shrieked, making Brittany flinch. "Brittany who have we been waiting for, for months-"

"They're here!" Brittany frantically started undoing the overalls she'd put on, balancing the phone between her ear and shoulder as she made her way to Quinn's room where her clothes were. "When did they get here?"

"Just got to their apartment."

"Oh my god." She squealed excitedly, nearly tripping as she tried to pull the overalls off her legs. "I'm on my way."

"I'm going to pick them. Meet you at the office?"

"Yeah."

She hung up, dropping onto Quinn's bed and finally pulled her legs free. She dressed quickly and ran back into the spare room.

"I'm leaving."

"What?" Quinn stopped rocking, staring at her with wide eyes. "What about my wall?"

"You're avoiding us." Puck said.

"I'm not avoiding you. I have to go into work."

"You took the day off."

"What about my wall?"

"Life happens. I have to go meet some clients."

"You're just running away cause you know we'll make you talk to Santana."

"I'll talk to my wife when I want to talk to my wife okay? It has nothing to do with you." She turned to walk out.

"BRITTANY" Quinn yelled, making Brittany stop. She turned to face her. "Look at my wall." She pointed at it. Brittany looked. "It's half green."

"Right." Brittany cringed. "Sorry. I'll come back later."

"Brittany." Quinn whined.

"Noah can finish it or…" She threw her hands up. "It's not like you need it done now. The baby's not coming for another three months."

"We planned for today, so I can start moving the furniture in, decorate the walls…we talked about this remember?"

"One day isn't going to kill you." She rushed forward, bent down and hugged Quinn. "Don't get high blood pressure over this please. It's going to be fine. I'll come back, but I really need to go." She waved at Noah and ran out.

It took her twenty five minutes to get to the dance studio, trying to calm herself down the entire time to no avail. Once she got there she practically ran through the building, waited impatiently for the elevator, and then ran from the elevator to her office.

They were already there waiting for her.

"Aaaaah!" She screamed, rushing in. "You're here!"

Ryan and Kaycee ran towards her, both hugging her tight around the waist.

"And our apartment is so cool." Kaycee said.

"It has a giant tv." Ryan said.

"And that's about all it has."

Brittany looked up, noticing the tall Asian woman standing beside Kaleb for the first time. She smiled sheepishly, detangled herself from the kids and walked forward with an outstretched hand, trying to be at least a little professional.

"Hi." She chuckled. "Sorry I'm just really excited they're-you're here."

The lady shook her hand. "It's good to finally meet you Brittany."

"You too Mrs Lou."

"And we're all excited to be here. I can't thank you enough for doing this for them. The opportunity you're offering is one in a million, we know that."

"Oh." Brittany shrugged, trying not to blush. "Don't mention it. It's an honor for any dancer to mentor, and they were just too good for me to let go."

"I was just showing Mrs Lou-"

"Sandra, please."

"Sandra." Kaleb amended. "I was showing her around the building."

"This is much nicer than the one out in LA." Sandra said.

"Yeah well this isn't a kids studio." Brittany laughed. "It's also not really a school. Has Kaleb explained what we do here?"

"A little." Kaleb said. "But I was going to leave that up to you."

"Of course." Brittany shook her head. "Well…we're a little bit like a talent agency, but only for dancers."

"So people come to you when they need dancers."

"Exactly." Brittany nodded. "When anyone needs a dance troupe, or back-up dancers for a tour, or music video, or movie, when they want a performance for some of these high class events, winter showcases and such, they come to us."

"And..." Sandra looked at Kaleb quickly then back at Brittany. "What do you do?"

"Well I started off as a dancer, now I'm a choreographer as well as a dancer-"

"And she teaches."

"I thought you said this isn't a school." Sandra asked confused.

"It's not. Every dancer here is already a professional, but we believe you can always better yourself. So we have classes taught by the more senior dancers like Brittany and I, which anyone can take if they want to maybe learn a new dance style, or just get better."

"And Brittany's the best mum." Ryan said, walking forward and hugging his mother. "She's one of the best dancer in the business. She's been in movies and music videos, she's choreographed for like…everyone!"

"Stop it." Brittany laughed. "You're making me blush."

"Thank you." Sandra said, looking sincerely at Brittany. "Thank you for giving them this opportunity."

"You're welcome."

"Now come on, let's go actually dance."

"YES!" Kaycee and Ryan cheered.

Brittany grinned, following them out of her office. She was excited to be working with them. They had the wonder and excitement that she'd lost somewhere along the way, and just being around them rubbed off on her. She couldn't wait to show them the set of a music video, or to have them in her classes and see how they affect the other dancers.

Work just suddenly got a lot more fun.


At four Brittany took Ryan and Kaycee with her to pick her kids from school. She wanted to give Sandra some time to settle in without the two energetic kids, and school pick up was a good enough distraction. It was sad that Jesús wasn't there, she knew he'd have loved to see them, but they lived in San Jose now, so he'd get his chance.

"This is their school?" Ryan asked, looking around with wide eyes as Brittany led them to the swimming pool.

"Yeah."

"This is a nice school."

"Jesús!" Kaycee yelled, breaking into a run and heading straight for the edge of the pool.

Brittany pulled her lips into her mouth, trying not to laugh.

Ryan ran to join her.

"JESÚS"

Kyler reached the end of the pool, tapped the wall and surfaced, removing his goggles.

"Hey Jesús" Ryan said, waving happily.

Kyler cocked his head, frowning, clearly confused. He'd never met Ryan or Kaycee before, so he didn't know who the two kids waving excitedly at him were. Brittany couldn't help it, she laughed.

"That's not Jesús." A boy Brittany didn't know said, as he got out of the pool. He looked much older than Kyler, like maybe fourteen. "Jesús isn't on the swim team."

Kaycee turned to Brittany, frowning.

"That's not Jesús?"

"No." She laughed. "That's his brother."

"Oh, Kyler." Sean said, nodding. "He told us about his twin."

"Yeah."

Kyler had gotten out of the pool, and was now walking towards them wrapping a towel round his shoulders.

"Hi mama."

"Hi love."

"Hi." He waved shyly at Kaycee and Ryan.

"Sorry we thought you were Jesús." Ryan said.

"It's okay." Kyler shrugged. "I'm used to it."

"Ky this is Ryan and Kaycee."

"Oh." He perked up. "He told me about you. You're dancers."

"Yeah." Kaycee smiled, looking happy Jesús had told his brother about them. "And we moved here."

"That's cool. Your parents work here now?"

"To work with Brittany."

"Oh." Kyler turned to Brittany. "Did you start teaching kids now mama?"

"Just these ones." Brittany patted Ryan's head.

"You must be really good then." Kyler said.

Ryan and Kaycee just grinned.

"Are you done Ky?"

"Yeah, I was done a few minutes ago, but I didn't want to get out."

"You never do." Brittany laughed. "Go get dressed then, and go to the car."

"Okay." He spun on his heel and walked in the direction of the changing rooms.

"Let's go find the others." She told Ryan and Kaycee. "And I can give you a tour."

"But we're not going to school here though right?" Kaycee asked.

"No. You'll be doing tuition in my office. Three hours a day."

Kaycee nodded. "That's how it was at home too."

As Brittany led them through the school, looking for Sophia and Mateo, she realised that convincing Jesús he needed to go to school was about to become a million times harder.


Santana got back to her hotel room to find Jesús asleep on the couch with the tv on. Jessie got up from the opposite couch when he saw her.

"How long has he been out?" She asked, taking off her heels.

"An hour."

Santana shook her head, feeling guilty.

"That took longer than I thought."

"He was okay, didn't give the teacher too much trouble."

Santana raised an eyebrow, pausing as she took off her jacket. "Really?" She asked skeptically.

"Well…" Jessie bobbed his head. "Not too much."

Santana shook her head. "Do you think he's learning anything? Or are we just torturing him."

"He's learning." Jessie said reassuringly. "He just doesn't want to be."

"Which is different from not being able to."

"Exactly."

Santana sat next to Jesús, gently stroking his hair as he slept.

"He doesn't want the tour to end." Jessie told her.

"Did he tell you that?" She asked, looking up at Jessie. Jessie nodded.

"He says this is the most fun he's ever had in his life."

Santana smiled, cupping Jesús' cheek with her hand. She had to agree. This tour came very close to beating out her first international tour as being the best tour she'd ever done. She was having fun in a way she couldn't really remember doing before. Being silly on stage, goofing off with her band and the fans, challenging herself to shake up the songs. Maybe it was because she was older, maybe it was because she'd missed it so much so she had a new appreciation for it all, but this tour was something she didn't know she needed, and didn't really want to end.

But there was another tour in a few months that she could look forward to, and she'd be singing new songs, performing for larger crowds.

"All good things must come to an end." She said quietly, before bending and kissing his head. Then she stood up. "It's good he's having a good time. Maybe I can use my next tour to motivate him to work hard in school."

"Good tactic." Jessie chuckled. "He'll win all the awards."

Santana stretched her hands behind her back, pulling until she felt it crack. "Urgh." She groaned heavily, dropping her hands. "I can't believe I have to fly in three hours."

"If it helps so do I."

"Thanks but you haven't been signing autographs for the past four hours."

"No." Jessie agreed. "I have not."

Santana picked her jacket, walked back to her shoes and picked them as well, and then walked into the bedroom.

"An now I need to pack all our stuff."

"Want me to wake him?" Jessie asked.

"No. Let him sleep. I'll wake him up when it's time to leave."

"Okay." Jessie walked to the door. "If you don't need anything else, I'll head out."

"Gotta pack too?"

"Oh I'm already packed. I never leave that to the last minute." He smiled cheekily at her.

Santana narrowed her eyes. "Get out of here."

Jessie laughed. "See you in three hours Santana." He left.

Santana dropped her shoes and jacket onto her bed and sighed. Hopefully she'd be able to get some sleep on the plane.


"CRAP!" Santana sat bolt upright. Eve, who was sitting on the other side of the aisle jumped.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I forgot to call Brittany back." Santana said, sulking back against her chair. "And I wanted to tell her about Noah Cyrus showing up as a surprise."

"Was…" Eve frowned, turning to Emma who was on her other side, then looking back at Santana. "Was there something important she needed to tell you?"

"No." Santana shook her head. "But I promised I'd call her back."

"Call her when we land." Emma said, leaning forward to see Santana. "Then you can tell her we're back in the States."

"Did I tell you she's coming to the concert?"

"Yes." Eve said. "And I already booked their flights."

"Awesome." Santana rewound the movie she was watching.

"Mami." A sleepy Jesús with his head in her lap.

"Sorry love, I didn't hear what they said."

"You cursed."

"I did not."

He craned his neck to look up at her. "You said crap."

"That's not a bad word." Santana scoffed.

"Can I say it then?"

Santana glared playfully. "Fine. I won't say it anymore."

Giggling, Jesús turned back to the movie.

The concert in San Diego was going to be the biggest one yet. By now the news of her temporary return had spread, and from what Eve had told her, all seven thousand tickets had been sold. The concert was completely sold out. Santana was excited to say the least. It was also when she was going to announce the new album, which though it had started off rocky, she was now anxious for people to hear. She'd poured her heart and soul into this album, and couldn't wait to see what people thought.

Maybe that was why the plane ride felt like a hundred hours.

By the time they landed, Santana wasn't tired anymore. It was early in the morning, so not a lot of people were at the airport, but there were many, many, paparazzi. Jessie walked in front of them, clearing a path, while she held Jesús tight to her side, shielding his face with her hand. This part was the one and only part she had not missed at all. She hated the way Jesús was clutching onto her, and the spike of fear she felt as they walked out of the airport into a crowd of people. Nothing would happen to them, she knew that, because she had a security team to make sure of it. But the fear was still there. The fear that someone would run at her or worse, at Jesús. It made her pick up the pace. She didn't stop to sign autographs or linger to wave at fans. She ducked her head down, held onto Jesús and followed Jessie.

When they were safely in the car, Jesús watched the commotion outside through the heavily tinted windows. Camera lights never stopped flashing, despite the heavily tinted windows preventing the paparazzi from being able to see them. It's how Santana knew they didn't actually care about getting good pictures, they just enjoyed being a nuisance.

"I hate the paparazzi." Jesús said.

"Me too honey."

Jessie got into the driver's seat and immediately turned to look at them.

"Are you both okay?"

"Yeah." Santana said. Jesús nodded, still staring out of the window. "Welcome back to America."


Being that it was five in the morning, Santana decided not to call Brittany. She instead sent her a text to let her know they'd landed in San Diego, and fell asleep as soon as they got to the hotel room.

She woke up eight hours later to a missed call from Brittany, which she tried to return onto to get her voicemail. She was slightly disappointed, but decided it was fine, since they'd be seeing each other tomorrow anyway.

She and Jesús went to have lunch at the hotel restaurant, then walked around the city for a bit before heading back to the hotel, putting on a movie and promptly falling asleep. The jet lag was clearly having a strong effect on them.

Santana woke up a few hours later however, to her phone ringing.

"You're back!" Brittany said cheerfully, making Santana smile despite the sleep stinging her eyes.

"Yeah we're back." She mumbled, unable to lift her head to talk properly.

"Are you asleep?" Brittany asked, sounding confused. "It's nine o'clock."

"Yeah we're tired." She yawned and her eyes shut, unable to stay open any longer. "Jet lag and….stuff."

Brittany giggled, and again Santana couldn't help but smile.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"I can't really understand what you're saying, but you're cute."

"Mmmmmh" Santana groaned.

"Go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."

"But you wanted to talk."

"No sleep. We can talk tomorrow."

"M'kay." Santana couldn't bring herself to argue. She really wanted to sleep. "Love you."

"I love you more."

Santana fell asleep smiling, with her phone still pressed to her ear.


Just like that, the tour was over. Santana called her band forward, making them bow as the crowd cheered, then she thanked Eve and Emma, Jesús joined her on stage and she thanked him for being her back-up drummer, then she thanked the fans. It didn't shock her that she teared up as they sang her off stage, there were just so many feelings coursing through her at that moment, she was overwhelmed….at least that's what she told herself. Wanting to get to her dressing room before she burst into tears, she blew several kisses to the crowd, told them again how much she loved them, thanked them all and left, Jesús' hand in hers.

By the time she was leaving backstage the Santana was no longer feeling the urge to cry. Having several people talking to her, moving her around as they took off all the wires and earpiece and headset, kind of took her out of her feelings, which she was grateful for. She thanked everyone there for being awesome and making her tour possible, and then she, Jesús, Eve and Emma made their way to her dressing room.

Brittany was inside, along with Kyler, Sophia, Mateo and two kids Santana didn't know.

"Mama!" Jesús screamed, rushing to Brittany and jumping into her arms. Brittany hugged him tight.

"I missed you buddy."

"I missed you too."

Santana pulled Kyler, Sophia and Mateo into one big hug, kissing them all.

"My babies, my babies, my babies."

"That was awesome mami." Mateo said, the first to pull away. "We watched you when you were on stage, and dancing and everything. It was so good."

"Thank you." Santana chuckled. She realised this was the first time Mateo was getting to see her perform live. She'd stopped before he was even one. Of course he'd seen her old music videos and such, but never a live performance.

"I didn't know you can dance."

"You still got it." Brittany said, walking up to Santana, smiling. Santana stood up straight, letting go of Kyler and Sophia.

"Oh yeah?"

Brittany nodded. "I forgot how good you looked on stage. You always knew how to work the crowd, and the confidence is so…" she pulled Santana into a hug and lowered her voice. "So sexy."

Santana smirked, tightly wrapping her arms around her waist. Trust Brittany to turn her on five seconds after reuniting. One month away from her probably also had something to do with how fast Santana had gotten turned on, and suddenly she had no idea how she'd even survived. She breathed in Brittany's scent, closing her eyes and allowing that feeling of 'home' to wash over her. That safe feeling being in Brittany's arms always gave her. She'd been so caught up in the thrill of touring again, in the fans and excitement, that she hadn't even realised how much she'd missed this.

"I missed you." She said truthfully.

Brittany placed a gentle kiss on her neck, pulled back and cupped her cheeks.

"I missed you too."

Then she kissed her. Soft and slow. Santana's eyes fell closed again as Brittany's lips covered hers. She hummed into the kiss, but neither of them moved to deepen it.

It was the sweetest hello Santana had ever gotten.

"Eeew"

They pulled apart, turning to the six kids who were all staring up at them. Santana stepped away from Brittany, holding both hands on her hips and cocking her head.

"You two aren't one of mine." She said to Ryan and Kaycee. "Or are you?"

"No." Sean giggled.

"This is Ryan and Kaycee." Jesús told her. "They used to live in LA but now they live in San Jose, they just told me. They're going to be working with mama."

Santana turned to Brittany, her eyes wide.

"Not with us I hope." She said quietly.

"No." Brittany laughed. "Relax. Ryan's mother moved here with them."

Santana let out a heavy breath.

"Phew." She pretended to wipe sweat from her forehead. All the kids laughed. "Well, nice to meet you Ryan and Kaycee." She extended her hand for both of them to shake, which they did. "What did you think of the concert?"

"Awesome!" Ryan yelled.

"It was so cool! All of your back-up dancers were soooo good. I want to be a back-up dancer for a famous musician one day." Kaycee told her.

"I'm sure you will one day." Santana said.

"You can be a back-up dancer for me." Jesús said. "I'm gonna be a famous musician."

"Really?" Brittany asked.

Jesús nodded proudly.

"Well okay then." Santana said. "And that's that."


They left the stadium in separate cars, since there were too many kids, and met up at the hotel. Jesús and Santana showed them up to their hotel room, where they ordered some room service. Santana was starving. She hadn't eaten lunch, since she'd been at the merch stand signing t-shirts and other merch all through lunch and then it was too close to show time for her to attempt eating anything. With the nerves she got before each show she'd likely throw it all up, so it was safer not to eat.

And now that she didn't have to worry about how she was going to look in the various performance outfits, she ordered the biggest juiciest burger on the menu.

Now she was sitting on the couch, cuddled into Brittany's side and watching tv. They'd sent the kids down to the pool with Jessie and another bodyguard to let them burn off some energy before dinner.

"I hadn't wanted the tour to end, but now I'm glad it's over."

Brittany shifted, but didn't lift her head from her chest. "Why?"

"I missed my family." Santana admitted. "You."

Now Brittany sat up, turning with a smirk.

"I know why you missed me…" She moved on top of Santana, straddling her lap and flipping her hair over one shoulder. Santana felt her stomach tighten. Her hands moved to grip Brittany's waist.

"Because you're my best friend." She said.

"Mmhhmm" Brittany bent over, attaching her lips to Santana's neck.

Santana's hips started to rock up into Brittany. Her hands moved down from her waist to her ass.

"Also because I do this?" Brittany husked into her ear, before snaking her hand up cupping Santana breast. Santana arched her back into her her hand, moaning gently.

"Yeah." She breathed, squeezing Brittany's ass. "Also because you do that."

Brittany chuckled breathily, moving down to suck lower on Santana's neck.

Santana was just losing herself in the feeling when a phone rang.

"No, no ignore it." She gripped the back of Brittany's neck as Brittany tried to sit up, and pulled her back down. "Ignore it." Santana kissed her, easily slipping her tongue into her mouth. She could tell Brittany had missed her too, from the way Brittany was grinding down into her lap, to the eager little noises she was making as she pressed her tongue against Santana. All of it had Santana's boy temperature rising, a problem easily solved.

First she started with Brittany's shirt, gripping the hem of it and pulling it off her. Then she quickly tore off her own shirt. She hissed when she felt Brittany's bare skin against her own, their clothed breasts pressing against each other.

"God I missed you." Brittany groaned as she tangled her fingers in Santana's hair.

"How much?" Santana asked playfully.

"A lot."

Smirking, Santana pushed her hands into Brittany's jeans, loving the smooth feel of her skin as she cupped her ass. She pulled Brittany into her forcefully, making her grunt.

"Because I'm your best friend?" She kissed Brittany's chest, just above her bra.

"No." Brittany said without hesitation, her hand in Santana's hair guiding her mouth lower. Santana kissed her again, now over the fabric of her bra, right on her nipple, and felt Brittany shiver. She looked up to see Brittany's eyes closed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. So sexy.

No longer interested in teasing, Santana took her hands out of Brittany's pants, slid them up her back and unclipped her bra. Trusting Brittany to remove it herself, she then circled round to the front, down to her jeans and unbuttoned them. When she looked up the bra was gone, leaving Brittany's heaving chest completely exposed. She licked her lips and leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in her mouth and licking it with her tongue.

Brittany shivered again. Her hand returned to Santana's hair, her rocking got more desperate.

"Fuck." She moaned.

Santana took her time. She rolled the nipple with her tongue, nipped it gently with her teeth, sucked it hard enough to make Brittany cry out, and then she moved to the next one.

By the time she was ready to move on, Brittany was a hot mess on top of her. Her head was thrown back, mouth open as she breathed heavily, moaning loudly.

So sexy. Santana could watch Brittany like this all day. Tease her like this so she'd get to have Brittany ride her lap for hours. She really could. But she knew how wet Brittany probably was, and the thought of it had her clit pulsing powerfully. Teasing Brittany would have to wait.

She wrapped her arm around Brittany's waist to keep her from falling, then turned lay her flat on the couch. Brittany's hands moved up into her own her, her hips still moving sexily. Desperately. Santana couldn't help herself. She leaned down and kissed Brittany's stomach.

"Fuck…Santana just…"

"What?" Allowing her tongue to snake out and taste Brittany's skin, Santana looked up through her eyelashes at Brittany, intending to smirk, but it died on her lips at the sight. "Okay." She said, and without wasting any more time, pulled down Brittany's jeans. Brittany had to help her, but they finally got them off, and she wrapped her legs around Santana's hips, pulling her down on top of her.

Brittany kissed her fiercely, biting Santana's bottom lip, her hands sliding under Santana's bra and gripping her breast.

This time is was Santana who moaned loudly. And again when Brittany pinched her nipple.

"Fuck B…" She kissed Brittany one more time then pulled back. She had to lift her body to give her hand space to move down Brittany's body, into her sexy red underwear.

Brittany's breath caught when Santana's fingers slid through her folds. Santana groaned. Brittany was wet. Deliciously wet. Her fingers were quickly coated, which she then spread over Brittany's clit.

"Shit." Brittany panted below her. Santana felt a spasm run through Brittany's stomach, ending in her hips rolling up into Santana's hand. "Fuck Santana it feels so good."

"Yeah." Santana knew Brittany wouldn't be able to kiss her, so she peppered her neck with kisses, sucking, biting occasionally at her pulse point, trying to ignore her own growing arousal. There was nothing she loved more than feeling Brittany like this.

"Inside." Brittany moaned, begged. Santana didn't make her ask twice. Slowly, she slid her finger into Brittany. Brittany let out a long, drawn out moan, her legs tightening around Santana. She removed her finger just as slowly, and then re-entered, this time with two fingers. "Fuck yeah…fuck baby…"

Santana moved her kisses down to Brittany's chest, taking a now very stiff nipple into her mouth, running her tongue over it as she sucked, at the same time moving her fingers in and out of Brittany faster.

"Fuck…fuck." Brittany squeezed Santana's breasts as her rips rocked wildly. Santana moaned into her chest, picking up the pace of her fingers. "Fuck…Fuck me…"

Santana used her finger to press against Brittany's clit, not really able to rub it with the pace she was fucking her with, but the pressure seemed to be enough. Brittany cried out, abandoning Santana's breasts to instead grip the sides of her face and pull her up to her face.

Santana looked down into Brittany's wild eyes, the intense look in them suddenly doubling her own arousal. Her hips jerked as a moan escaped her. She had to close her eyes taking a moment to breath as she felt herself get even wetter.

"Fuck Britt." She breathed, opening her eyes again and fucking Brittany even harder. "You're so hot baby."

"You're gonna make me cum." Brittany said in a strained voice. "Fuck Santana you're gonna make me cum…kiss me." She didn't even give Santana a chance to comply. She simply pulled her down and kissed her hard. Then her hips were lifting off the couch, forcing Santana's fingers deeper, and Santana felt Brittany pulsing around her fingers.

"Fuuuuuuuck." Brittany cried out loudly, as her body bucked wildly. Santana watched it all feeling hot and very sticky between her own legs. She continued to move her fingers, drawing out Brittany's orgasm for as long as she could. She didn't stop until Brittany's stomach stopped twitching.

Brittany opened her eyes slowly, a happy, lazy smile spreading her lips.

"That's why I missed you." She said in a hoarse voice that send shivers down Santana's smile.

Santana chuckled, kissing Brittany again. They traded slow kisses back and forth until Brittany's breathing was back to normal. She felt Brittany move her hand to the top of her pants, trying to undo them. Gripping her wrist to stop her, Santana pulled back from the kiss.

"Let's go shower."

"But I wanna feel you." Brittany tried to kiss her again, but Santana pushed up onto her knees, putting more space between them.

"You can feel me in the shower." She said seductively, unable to resist, she gently cupped Brittany's breast, running her thumb over the nipple, then she quickly hopped off the couch. "Come on, the kids could be back soon, and I don't want them interrupting us."

"You make a good point." Brittany sat up. "They won't disturb us in the shower."

Wiggling her eyebrows, Santana walked off to the bathroom, Brittany trailing behind her.


By the time Santana was getting out of the shower, her legs were weak, and she couldn't wipe the smile off her face foe anything. Being away from Brittany for long stretches of time was never fun, but coming back almost made it worth it. The sex was always so, so good.

"I know what you're thinking." Brittany sang as she wrapped a towel around herself and came to stand in front of Santana.

"That you have an amazing tongue?" Santana asked. Brittany smirked. With the towel securely tied, she knelt on the bed, her legs on either side of Santana.

"That you should go on tour more often."

Santana would have laughed, but Brittany was too close, yet not touching, and it was driving her mad. She held onto both her thighs, trying to pull her forward, but Brittany resisted.

"Britt" She whined.

"We just showered." Brittany said, using a hand on Santana's chest to push her back.

"We'll shower again." Santana shrugged.

Then the phone that had threatened to interrupt them before, successfully interrupted them this time. Brittany placed a quick chased kiss on her lips and hopped off her lap.

Groaning, Santana dropped onto her back. She hated whoever was calling.

Brittany walked back into the room looking much less amused. In fact she looked worried. Santana sat up quickly, frowning.

"What's wrong?"

"We need to get dressed."

Santana stood up. "Why?"

"Because I need to tell you something, and we should be dressed when I do."

Though she was confused what one thing had to do with the other, Santana didn't ask questions. The look on Brittany's face had her quickly picking underwear and sweats out of her suitcase and throwing them on.

"What's wrong Brittany? Is it the kids?"

"No." Brittany put on the shirt she'd been wearing before. "Well…kind of but no."

"What do you mean kind of." She rummaged through her suitcase for a hoodie as Brittany struggled to pull on her jeans.

"I got a call…" Brittany exhaled in frustration. "Wait."

Santana finally found the hoodie, pulled it out and turned to face Brittany, who was muttering under her breath at her jeans. She waited for her to finish. At last, Brittany dropped her foot and pulled the jeans over her ass, buttoning them.

"Sit down."

"Brittany-"

"Sit down Santana."

Santana sat on the edge of the bed, now feeling anxious.

Brittany stood before her, looking almost scared.

"I got a call from Julia."

"Who?" Santana's brow creased.

"The social worker who helped us adopt Mateo and Sophia-"

"Right." Santana nodded. As soon as Brittany had said social worker she had remembered. "What did she want-wait." She stood up. "Don't tell me you want to adopt Ryan and…and what's her name." She tossed her hand in the air. "Kailey or whatever."

"What?" Brittany frowned.

"We cannot adopt them. Brittany I'm sorry, we cannot adopt two ten year olds-"

"No." Brittany pushed both hands against Santana's chest, shaking her head. "Stop talking and sit down."

Clenching her jaw, Santana sat back down.

"Didn't I tell you Ryan's mother moved with them?"

"Oh yeah." Santana's shoulders dropped. "Sorry."

"That's not what this is about."

"Then….what?" Santana's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open. She stood up again. "Fuck, do they have another sibling? That's it isn't it? There's another one out there, who's been alone all this time and she just found them."

"No." Brittany shook her head. "Sit down!"

"Just tell me!" Santana stomped her foot, getting irritated.

"I would if you would stop interrupting me."

They glared at each other, until finally Santana sighed and dropped back onto the bed.

Brittany took a deep breath.

"She called because…he's getting out."

Santana was confused for only a few seconds, and then it clicked.

"WHAT" She exploded, her mouth hanging open. She was glad Brittany had made her sit down because she felt like she might pass out.

"Well…it's not a guarantee yet, but she said he'd been put up for parole because of good behaviour or something."

"Good behaviour?" Santana asked incredulously. "Good behaviour? He's a fucking drug dealer. He's in there for manslaughter, he killed people."

"I know." Brittany sat down next to her. "It's unbelievable."

"He can't get out." Santana shook her head. "He's…he's….what happened to 32 years?"

"I know." Brittany said again. Santana looked at her, noticing how defeated she looked. Forgetting her own shock for a moment, she reached for Brittany's hand, holding it tight. Brittany looked at her.

"They won't let him out. They won't. We'll….we'll go to the parole hearing and tell them what a shit he was…Is. It's not safe."

"What if he does get out?" Brittany asked, her voice shaking. "What if he comes looking for them?"

Santana's eyes went wide again, feeling sick to her stomach. She hadn't even thought about the possibility that Sophia and Mateo's birth father may come looking for them. She'd been stuck on a crazy drug dealing wife beater was going to be back on the streets. Now that Brittany asked, it was all she cared about. Would he be able to find them? Mateo had been a baby, and she wasn't even sure if Kevin, his birth father, had been arrested before or after he was born. It was possible he'd never even seen Mateo. But Sophia he could find. She still had the same name, it wouldn't be hard to track where she'd ended up.

Or what if he simply recognised her. She was seven years older than when he last saw her, but would he be able to see the similarities? Santana thought her face had changed a lot, but…would he?

She shot up suddenly from the bed, sprinting to the bathroom. She just barely managed to lift the toilet seat before she was throwing up.