Hello! :) So after a very, very, very long wait I have decided to post the sequel to my story 'when skies are grey' and here it is! Yay! I really didn't want to wait this long to post it, but other things happened, life, other stories and I felt like it would be silly to start it up when I had other projects going... however, obviously that plan went to, well, you know what. And here we are. Just quickly want to let you know before we get into this story that I am still working on 'random acts' as well as 'Hush'. I've kind of been in a writer's block situation with 'ra' ( i know where i'm going with it and i have so much else written for it but i'm just kind of stuck for some reason) and what helps that other than letting the creative juices to flow.

This story will follow the girl's with their move to NYC for college, Quinn back home in Lima with Kurt. I don't think I can say much more for this chapter of their lives but that I planned it to be an interesting journey. So bear with the first few chapters that settle them in NYC and college life and the 'real' world before it truly gets into the meaty parts.

(sorry for my long rant of an A/N)

read and review :):):)

Santana parked her truck at the top of the hill, the one that over looked the town, the one that she had driven to with Brittany so many times to enjoy the view. Well, they intended to go for the view, but they always wound up making out, among other things. Tonight was no different.

As usual, they sat there, Brittany with her arm around Santana's shoulder holding her close, while Santana rested her head on Brittany's shoulder. They stared out into the sparkling darkness of the night sky in Lima, Ohio wondering if the NYC night sky could ever compare. Well, that's what they both said they were going there for to try and remember the sky they grew up with and compare it to the sky they were going to go to college with.

In all honesty, it was their last night in Lima and they had nowhere to be alone. Casa de Lopez was a mad house considering her mother was insistent in packing up Ziploc containers of all of Brittany's favorite road trip snacks and Santana's favorite sandwiches. Every two seconds when they were at Santana's her mother would come in without knocking and show off her nifty little meal she had set up for them for their trip. The Lopez house was just not going to work for their last night in Lima together.

The Pierce residence was pretty similar, in the aspect of them not being able to get a second alone together or at least no privacy. But Mr. and Mrs. Pierce weren't hounding the girls about Ziploc's and snacks, oh no. Though Santana wishes they had the same inconvenient timing with sugary treats and 3 inch thick sandwiches as her mother had. No, they decided that their last night home, before they left for New York where they would be living together, in the same apartment, in the same room and bed, decided that it was time to talk about what that all means.

Santana never knew embarrassment could reach certain levels, or at least she thought there was a particular level and then it fades away. But this just brought mortification to a new level. She desperately avoided eye contact with the Pierce's as they asked Brittany questions about whether or not she understands how serious living together is and that it's a lot harder than it may seem. To Santana's surprise she was thoroughly impressed with how Brittany handled the situation answering every question fully and insightfully.

So it was clear that the two were going to have to find a different place to get their alone time on. Hanging out with Quinn and Rachel was a no-go, Santana's defense being, 'we are seriously stuck with Berry for the rest of our lives. I just want one night of no high pitched annoying 'I'm gonna miss you Quinnie' crap. We can hang out with them when we are old and bored'. Brittany just agreed because Santana did have a valid point, it didn't look like Rachel was going anywhere anytime soon with the Quinn thing and plus, they were going to be living with Rachel, alone, for a whole year. So she didn't feel all that guilty when she texted Rachel back that she and San were just having an alone night.

The radio station changed the song and Brittany sighed out in content pulling her girl closer to her. Santana allowed herself to be cuddled with and even nuzzled her face into Brittany's neck letting her lips brush against the skin there. The blonde giggle's tilting her head down to press against Santana's as if in an unspoken way fighting the tickling feeling off. The smaller girl grins this time into her skin and presses her lips more firmly to Brittany's neck letting a small sigh come from her mouth.

"This is probably the last time in the next like, four years we are going to be able to do it with no one around." Santana says softly into Brittany's ear as she sits up slightly moving her hand across the blonde to grab the other side of her neck, still letting her lips press light kisses. She hears Brittany let out a laughed giggle but she doesn't stop the Latina from her motions.

"Who said we're doing that?" Brittany inquires playfully trailing her fingers from the hand Santana had on her neck all the way up her arm to the strap of her tank top. As she waited for a response she moved the strap to the side, off her shoulder, and turned her head leaning in to place small wet kisses on her shoulder.

"You know that's why we came here." Santana tells her factually, moving her kisses from her neck to just below her earlobe making sure to hum because it sends shivers through out her blonde.

"Mmm." Brittany sighs out pulling her head back bringing their lips together, while throwing her leg over Santana's thigh so she is straddling the Latina. They continue kissing, hands grabbing at waists, reaching for hair and shoulders and other body parts. Brittany pulls away once more, kissing her way from Santana's lips to her cheek until her lips are hovering beside her ear. "What do you want to do?" She whispers out while slowly moving her hips into Santana's and she can feel her girlfriend groan at her motions. Santana's quick to recover reaching up to pull Brittany's ear to her lips this time.

"I want to fuck my super hot girlfriend and make her come." She breathes out, letting her tongue lick around the edge of the blonde's ear. She feels Brittany's body shudder under the feeling of her breath hitting her skin, her tongue and the words in her ear.

"What do you want to do to me?" Brittany asks in a low, husky voice while tilting her head to the side as Santana licks down her neck with the tip of her tongue.

"I just said I…"

"Tell me Santana, tell me what you want." Brittany begs, grinding her hips into Santana's once again reaching to pull Brittany's face to hers pressing their lips together. The blonde pulls away to look into Santana's eyes, smirking down at her for a moment and letting her hands come up to rest on the top of the bench seat of her girlfriend's truck right behind Santana's head.

"I wanna fuck you." Santana pushes out, her voice scratchy and full of arousal and Brittany grins once more letting her hips roll into the girl beneath her. "Ugh." The Latina lets out in a high pitched tone, trying her best to hold it in but it pops out none the less and reaches up Brittany's back letting her hand rest just below her neck. She leans up from her sitting position to place her lips on to Brittany's and the blonde reciprocates. "How do you want me to fuck you B?" Santana whispers onto the blonde's lips, letting one of her hands travel to her thigh giving it a squeeze and moving her hips up into Brittany. Her girlfriend sucks on her lower lip, taking it into her own mouth running her tongue along it before letting their lips work together all the while Santana is moving her hand closer to her inner thigh sliding it up between her legs.

"Hard." Brittany tells her trying to move her body so that Santana's hand will reach its destination and when it finally does the blonde whines in the anticipation of more to come.

"Yeah?" Santana smirks, letting her fingers run over the fabric of Brittany's shorts between her legs. Her eyes widen, surprised when Brittany grabs her wrist to still her hand and moving herself onto Santana's fingers.

"Harder." Brittany pleads leaning down pulling the Latina into a scorching kiss leaving them both burning in the same places and completely breathless. When she pulls away, Santana looks at her, awe struck and her mouth hanging slightly open and she nods in short bursts.

"Yeah?" She says in a questioning tone, quickly swallowing the small lump forming in her throat. "Okay." She tells her right before bringing their lips together again.

This time when Brittany pulls away from the kiss it's only to lift her tank top up and over her head letting it fall to the floor of the truck instantaneously reaching for the bottom of Santana's top. The Latina leans forward to help with the removal of her shirt raising her arms for Brittany to take it off and toss it by her own.

Brittany fixes Santana's hair briefly before letting her lips attack her girlfriend's, moving her hands to her back to unclasp her bra. Santana's hands are quick to join hers and are swift in removing the blonde's bra pulling the straps down her arms carefully yet fast. Before the red laced bra is even out of her hands she moves forward to capture one of Brittany's nipples with her mouth. Flicking her tongue against it and letting her other hand pay attention to her other breast.

The blonde gasped and moaned at the feel of her girlfriend's lips and tongue on and around her breasts, teasing her and only fueling her arousal and she couldn't help her hips from moving down and into Santana's.

"Baby, take this off." Brittany breathes out letting her finger slip under Santana's bra strap, gliding it up and down to show what she meant. Santana nods, still teasing Brittany's peaks with her tongue and sits up moving her hands behind her back and with nimble fingers sheds herself of her bra within seconds. "Oh." Brittany squeaks, reaching her hands to the back of Santana's head pulling her closer to her chest, the sensations moving closer south than in the region that was being paid attention to.

"Come here, come here." Santana pants motioning one of her hands for Brittany to lean down and press her lips to the girl she is straddling at the moment. She does as requested, having no problem greeting access to Santana when she slides her tongue across Brittany's lower lip.

Without even needing to speak the words, Santana moves them together letting her back press against the passenger side door. She puts her hands on Brittany's hips, motioning for the blonde to turn around, the blonde quickly picks up on the suggestion and does as asked letting her back push into Santana's from.

She turns her head just enough to meet Santana's lips, both of their hands move to the button of Brittany's shorts desperately moving their fingers to undo it as fast as possible. Once undone, they break apart so that Brittany can shimmy out of her shorts along with her panties eventually using her feet to push them against the driver's side door. As she leans back, with the intention of turning her head to capture Santana's mouth with her own she hisses jolting up right again.

"What, what?" Santana hurriedly asks leaning forward as well, her hands reaching out to pull Brittany back to her.

Brittany furrows her eyebrows and darts her eyes to the offending object that caused her to wince in pain. Santana follows her gaze and realizes that her belt buckle must have pinched or prodded her girlfriend's body, and not in a good Santana's fingers and tongue kind of way. She reaches her one hand behind her and yanks at the buckle giving Santana a clue as to what is supposed to happen next.

"Off." Brittany almost demands, Santana's eyes widen in arousal and in less than a second her hands are grasping and tugging at her belt buckle and trying to discard all of the clothing that Brittany deemed unnecessary.

After maneuvering her jean shorts off without moving Brittany out of her reach, she sat up pressing her chest to Brittany's back once again, the wincing was now from the feeling of skin on skin and the uncontrollable throbbing between their legs. Santana brushed Brittany's hair away from her neck, pushing it to the side and brought her lips carefully and gently to the blonde's neck, peppering light kisses up and down her neck to her shoulder. Her fingers traced up and down her arm, letting her fingers glide up Brittany's side excruciatingly slow sending shivers through Brittany's body.

"God, I want you all the time." Santana speaks out onto her skin, her voice raspy and deep like it was a secret she had been keeping. Brittany reaches one of her hands back to grip the back of Santana's neck, turning her own head to catch Santana's lips, humming approval and agreement into her girlfriend's mouth.

Keeping their lips together, Santana wraps her other arm around Brittany's middle pulling her along with her as she, just as before, leans her back against the passenger side door letting her girlfriend's back lean into her. Santana lets the hand that had been tickling up and down Brittany's arm and side to slide across her stomach and continue to move lower and lower.

"I'm getting impatient." Brittany tells her, pulling away for a quick moment. Santana chuckles giving her blonde a quick peck before finally letting her fingers find their spot between Brittany's legs. "Ah." She gasps out, her shoulders rising and her hips bucking at the first contact. "Jesus." Brittany breathes out with a soft smile, her eyes half opened looking back at Santana.

"Mmm, Britt you're so wet." Santana points out in disbelief closing her eyes and turning her face into Brittany's kissing her cheek. She pulls her two fingers out and slides them up and down the slick opening, relishing in the moisture on her fingers, letting some of Brittany's juices come in contact with her clit.

"Mhmm." Brittany nods in agreement biting on her lower lip when she feels the outside air hitting the wetness of her sensitive spots. "You make me so hot and wet." The blonde whispers licking her girlfriend's lips trying to move her hips to get those fingers back inside of her.

"Say it B." Santana urges with a smirk, nipping at Brittany's neck. The blonde blushes slightly nudging their heads together letting a small moan out as Santana slides her fingers so close to being inside of her, but not quite.

"Stop messing around Santana." Brittany whines reaching up behind her and tugging on Santana's hair.

"Come on just one more time, I just want to hear it." She all but begs bringing her mouth onto Brittany's ear, knowing the blonde can't resist it when she breathes in her ear. "Please." Brittany rolls her eyes knowing that Santana will just hound her and tease her until she gives in.

"Fine." She huffs grabbing Santana's hand that is between her legs to still it and she turns to look at her and then tells her softly and with a semi annoyed smile. "We are still going to have mind blowing, crazy, earth shattering sex even if Rachel is home." She watches as Santana grins from ear to ear proudly. "Happy?"

"Very." Santana nods and it's her turn to gasp as Brittany takes her fingers and guides them into herself finally getting what she needs so bad, Santana inside of her.

Quinn pulls up to Brittany's house with Rachel and Kurt as her passengers. Today is the big move to New York for Rachel, Brittany and Santana. The three wave to the couple who are tossing some things into the back of Santana's new pickup truck. Well, new is stretching it a bit. See, it's new to Santana but totally not new to the world.

Although Santana's mother had been completely on her daughter's side when she had explained to them why she wasn't in California, her father wasn't that easy. He wasn't mad at her or disappointed really, he's just a dad and they always have to make things difficult, which is what Santana told Brittany. Her parents had reached an agreement that obviously they are going to financially help Santana with school however, Mr. Lopez felt that if she were going to be living in an apartment with her girlfriend she should pay for it. Hence the new, old truck.

Since her father had bought her an actual 'new' car for her birthday when she had gotten her license, she figured she could get good money for it. And she did. But she still needed a way of transportation from New York to Lima and vice versa. Brittany had helped her pick it out both falling in love with the fact that they could lie in the back and look at the stars, and other stuff. 'This is a much roomier backseat' Brittany had whispered the night they had christened the car.

"I still can't believe Santana Lopez is driving a pickup truck. It's so…" Kurt pauses to find the best words.

"Hillbilly?" Rachel interjects and he turns to her but shakes his head, not quite right.

"It will come to me." He sighs trying hard to think of something witty. Quinn sits in the driver's seat rolling her eyes at the boy in the back seat.

"Now don't forget to call us when you get out of Ohio." Brittany's mother says to Santana pulling her into a hug and kissing the top of her head.

"And if you stop anywhere call us." Mrs. Lopez chimes in grabbing Brittany's face kissing her cheek before wrapping her arms around the blonde.

"I checked the oil so you will be fine, just get it checked when you get there." Mr. Lopez tells his daughter shutting the hood of the truck walking over to the girl's. Santana smiles at her father nodding at his suggestion. "Come here." He says putting his arms out for his baby girl to hug him, she complies practically running into his body and snuggling up against his chest as he holds her tight.

"Here," Mr. Pierce comes out of nowhere handing his daughter something in a package. "This is for the tolls."

"Thanks dad." Brittany replies analyzing the object in her hand before walking it over to the truck a few feet behind her. She goes back to her parents and hugs them both tightly telling them she loves them.

"Okay, we've got to go B." Santana pulls away from her father moving to her mother for one last hug. Brittany nods to Santana who moves quickly to the driver's side and hops in. Before Brittany can even make it to the passenger door she feels someone's hand on her elbow softly tugging on her. She turns to meet Mr. Lopez standing close to her.

"Here." He says to her grabbing her hand and placing an envelope in her hand trying to hide it from Santana. Brittany eyes up the white paper and takes a peek, finding that there is a bunch of money inside. She shakes her head and tries to give it back to the man but he holds his hands up shaking his head. "No, please take it. I know Santana would give me a hard time if I tried giving it to her." He explains why he is handing it to Brittany. She bites her lower lip and nods slowly knowing how proud her girlfriend is and she shoves it into her front pocket. "It's for the both of you. You are my girls." He smiles brightly at the blonde who returns the gesture and he grabs her for a hug quickly before stepping back to join the other parents.

"Thank you." She says quietly and he grins.

Finally in the truck Quinn starts to pull away with Santana right behind her. They barely make it a few feet away from the house when Quinn stops short causing Santana to stop short throwing her arm across Brittany's chest to hold her back.

"What the fu…" Santana hisses scowling at the back of the blonde's head but before she can finish the back door to Quinn's car flies open and Kurt all but jumps out. He reaches in the backseat grabs his bag and shuts the door walking to the truck.

"I am not driving 5 hours listening to Rachel." He explains making Brittany and Santana laugh. Luckily the truck had a bench as the front seat so three across fit rather comfortably. So Brittany moved to the middle letting Kurt join them.

"Try knowing you're going to be living with her for a whole year." Santana sighs with disgust and Brittany elbows her.

"It's four Santana. Four years, four very long years of musicals playing throughout the apartment, probably themed months of her favorite musicals and lots and lots of singing in the shower." Kurt reminds her and he's the one that gets the blonde's elbow this time.

"It's not going to be that bad guys." Brittany tilts her head as she speaks and stares ahead of her as they start to follow Quinn's car. This garners to very disturbed stares from both sides of her and then two very confused shaking of heads.

"Four years Quinn. Four very long years of scowling, glaring, eye rolls and sarcasm." Rachel explains as Quinn traces shapes on the back of her hand with her fingers.

"It's not going to be that bad Rach." Quinn tries to say with a straight face, but her plan is botched as soon as she finishes the sentence and receives a horrified look from her girlfriend.

"This is no laughing matter." Rachel points out raising her other arm for emphasis. "I don't think I truly thought this whole situation out properly. I mean living with Brittany is one thing. The only thing I'd really have to be afraid of is her accidentally setting the place on fire or… I don't know, getting arrested for hi-jacking a car." Quinn chuckles deeply at the last statement but Rachel is still not amused, which only makes the blonde laugh harder. "I'm sorry that I fail to see the humor in all of this unlike you." Rachel retracts her hand from Quinn's and crosses her arms over her chest. This softens Quinn's giggles and she places both hands correctly onto the steering wheel.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She shakes her head glancing quickly at the brunette. "But I mean, you're freaking out over nothing. Just think of it as like a really long stay at summer camp."

"I went to an 'I am me' camp for a week once." Rachel muses, turning to look out the window smiling at the fond memory. Quinn quirks an eyebrow.

"What's an 'I am me' camp?" She questions tentatively. Rachel whips her head around a bright smile on her face.

"Oh it's a camp my fathers' sent me to. It's for young talent." She explains, well, vaguely which only makes Quinn more interested.

"And what was this camp about?"

"Me of course." Rachel tells her as though it should be fairly obvious and Quinn rolls her eyes.

"There's a camp about Rachel Berry?" The blonde stifles a laugh and the brunette slaps her arm.

"Funny." Rachel rolls her eyes the best she can. "The camp is about finding yourself and being the star that you feel you are. So it's really a camp experience about yourself. It was fantastic." She smiles again, memories clearly running through her mind. "Why? What were the camps you went to about?"

"I went to cheerleading camp. So it was about cheerleading." Quinn deadpans turning her head to face Rachel momentarily. "We cheered."

"That sounds repetitive." Rachel thinks out loud with a sigh and reaches for Quinn's hand once again, bringing it to her lap.

"So your furniture and stuff is already there?" Kurt asks turning his attention back to the girls to his left. Santana nods as she lazily plays with Brittany's hand in her own lap.

"Yeah, my dad and the Berry's rented a U-Haul like, last week?" She turns to Brittany for confirmation and the blonde nods. "They brought our beds and dressers and shit." She explains to the boy.

"Well, they brought Santana's bed." Brittany says softly resting her head against the glass behind her. "It's so much more comfy than mine."

"Wait, they're cool with you two sharing a room?" Kurt questions them slightly surprised. Santana snorts and Brittany lets out a giggle along with her girlfriend.

"Of course they are Kurty." Brittany tells him playfully pushing his face in the other direction with her fingers. "It's not like we are a secret." She nuzzles into Santana's neck as she says this and places a kiss there.

"Seriously dude, did you really think we were going to like set up a fake room or something?" Santana quirks an eyebrow an amused smile still playing on her lips. "Because that would be exhausting and dumb." She points out with two very valid points and Kurt shrugs.

"No, I guess, I just didn't know that you're parents would be that open." He replies.

"It wouldn't matter if they were okay with it or not." Santana says, squeezing Brittany's hand lightly. "The whole point of me not going to California is to be with Brittany. The whole point of us moving in together is to live together." She tries to explain.

"Yeah, we're not like, roommates really when you think about it." Brittany chimes in resting her head onto Santana's shoulder now. "We are a couple living in an apartment together." She smiles as she says this and it makes Santana smile as well.

"So then what, Rachel, is she like your child?" Kurt asks in that little obnoxious tone he pulls off so well and he is happy that Brittany is situated between him and Santana, otherwise he would definitely be getting a smack in the back of the head right now.

"Your words make me want to vomit." Santana says with disdain and gets another giggle from her blonde girlfriend and a poke in the side from her.

"Be nice Santana."

"We haven't even gotten to do a test run of the apartment yet." Rachel breaks their comfortable silence. Quinn observes her girlfriend strangely before broaching the statement with her curiosity.

"Come again?" The blonde's eyebrow lifts up.

"Well," Rachel begins glancing over to her left. "I mean, what if the walls are not thick enough because seriously, if the Lopez summer house has taught me anything it's to make sure I am more than a hundred yards away from a bedroom containing those two." She explains motioning with her thumb over her shoulder where Santana's truck was not too far behind. "Or if the locks work properly." She adds.

"Locks? How about you just not go in to their room and knock before you go into the bathroom." Quinn points out in an obvious sort of way.

"I meant for my room." Rachel corrects her. "My safety is essential Quinn. God only knows that one night Santana Lopez might snap and her first target would definitely be me simply due to the close proximity." She details out for her girlfriend whom she continues to get curious stares from. "I hope my windows don't have bars." She adds as an afterthought and to no one in particular.

"I told you not to let her get that big gulp." Kurt huffs as he pulls down the visor to fix his hair in a mirror and sighs only more when he finds out there isn't one there. "What kind of vehicle is this?" He shouts in frustration.

"Geez pretty boy calm down." Santana rolls her eyes lifting her hand to move the rear view mirror in Kurt's direction instantly gratifying him.

"Anyway, as I was saying, you know Britt-Britt has the smallest bladder ever. Yet every time we go on a road trip of sorts there you are buying her the biggest size cup available." He shakes his head at his own words, not looking over to Santana who is eyeing him in an annoyed fashion.

"It's a collector's edition." She explains lifting up the now very empty big gulp and she points to the picture of some character on it. Kurt moves his gaze to the cup and then to Santana with a dissatisfied smirk on.

"Do you even know who or what that creature is?" He asks nodding his head to the cup. Santana furrows her brow and turns the cup to get a good look at it.

"Whatever." She gives up immediately and tosses the cup at Kurt's feet. "It makes Brittany happy to get the cups she can keep."

"You are disgusting." The boy complains lifting his shoes from the spot the cup had landed. "Your truck is a mess. I am so happy I will not be boarding with you for four years it's probably going to look like this disaster area." He tells her as he leans down to pick the cup back up before anything left inside can seep out. Before he sits back up he moves down again slowly bringing his other hand back to his feet. "What the…" He pauses his words as he slowly lifts up his hand, his index finger the only thing extended and on the end of it a red bra. "Please tell me there is not matching panties under my seat." He swallows slowly and raises an eyebrow. Santana eyes the garment for a moment wondering why and how and when that had gotten there and if there were panties under his seat.

"Oh," She reaches out to grab it and then inspects it with a small smile on her face. "No, there are no panties under your seat." Santana tells him and just as Kurt is about to let out a sigh of relief she continues with a chuckle. "Brittany wasn't wearing any last night." She wriggles her eyebrows and smiles smugly causing Kurt to jump back against the passenger side down frantically reaching for the handle.

"Santana." He shouts as soon as he gets out into the parking lot of the rest stop. "You're gross." He wipes his hands on his pants and tries his best to straighten out his outfit.

"Are we really going to stop every twenty five minutes?" Quinn yells from her car. "I told you not to let her get the biggest size." She complains and Santana shrugs.

"Whatever, your midget has peed every time we've stopped too." She clarifies getting an eye roll from her blonde pal.

A few short seconds later Brittany and Rachel are back from the bathroom. Brittany slides in the truck beside Santana leaving enough room for Kurt, only he doesn't make a move to get in and instead stands there in thought.

"Are you getting in princess or do you want to stay in Pennsylvania?" Santana asks him loudly through the window causing Brittany to pull her head back.

"I'm gonna ride with Quinn and Rachel." He tells the girls reaching in to grab his bag and runs over to Quinn's sedan. Santana laughs as Brittany watches him curiously and pulls the door shut but moves right back to Santana's side.

"What's so funny?" The blonde asks as they start to pull out behind Quinn.

"He found your bra under his seat from last night." Santana explains with a smug grin and Brittany giggles, slightly blushing. "He kind of freaked out about sitting in here knowing what happened in it last night."

"It's not like it was the first time." Brittany grabs at Santana's hand pulling it to her lap and plays with her fingers. "And it's not like it will be the last." She adds sweetly brining the Latina's hand to her lips and kisses them softly.

"I guess we just won't tell him we did it in Q's backseat too or he will forever be damaged." Santana lets out with a long sigh and a nod from Brittany in agreement.

"And we will never speak of his backseat either right?" Brittany asks just wanting to clarify what they are not going to tell Kurt. Santana's eyebrows raise and she shakes her head quickly.

"Definitely not that no, definitely not that."

"Okay." The blonde says nodding once again. "I can't wait till we are home." Santana is about to correct her and say they just left their homes but she catches herself and turns quickly to Brittany who is staring at her with one of those sweet smiles. Santana smiles just the same and nods.

"Yeah babe, our home." She brings her arm up bringing it around Brittany's shoulder and pulls her close against her.