Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I wish I did though...

Spoilers: Well, everything that has happened in Glee so far can be considered to be backstory...

A/N:Finally! I get to start another multi-chaptered fic! This is Faberrittana friendship, eventually going to be a Faberrittana romance. This starts off with an established Brittana relationship with Rachel and Quinn as friends. Please read and review!

I Love New York

Graduation Day

Rachel was roaming the empty halls of McKinley High. She couldn't believe she was graduating today and then going off to Juilliard in a few months. She had changed so much in the last four years since she was a freshman. It was a struggle, but it was worth it. She had even made friends in the past couple of years, something that wasn't included in her life plan, but she found that having friends around her made life so much better.

There were also some painful memories in this place, of numerous slushies, people calling her names. She was even egged in the parking lot once. She was kind of glad to be leaving everything behind. Rachel smiled. Well... not everything.

"Ray-ray!" It was Brittany.

She and Brittany had had a rough start of it at first, since Brittany was with Quinn and Santana all the time as one of the top three Cheerios. But at heart Brittany was a very kind person and no one, not even Rachel, could end up not liking her.

Brittany had actually grown into her own person during their third year. Breaking up with Santana to be with Artie helped her out, reversing her role from being the dependent one into the one being depended upon. And somehow she and Rachel ended up becoming friends over their shared love of music and dance.

The bubbly blonde was now running toward Rachel, sweeping the tiny diva into a tight hug upon reaching her. Rachel reached around Brittany and hugged her back. It was hard not to get caught up in the blonde girl's energy. Brittany pulled back slightly, keeping her arms around Rachel.

"I'm so glad I found you, Ray! I've been looking for you everywhere!"

"Brit, the graduation ceremony isn't for a few hours yet."

"I know, silly. Santana and I have something we want to ask you."

"What is it?"

Brittany disengaged from Rachel and tugged at her arm.

"You have to come with me first! Santana and I want to ask you and Quinn together!" Brittany started pulling Rachel toward the exit.

Rachel's head was spinning as she allowed herself to be dragged by Brittany out of the building. What sort of news could involve both her and Quinn?

Rachel smiled at the thought of Quinn. It was amazing that the person who used to be her main torturer in the first year or so of high school would turn out to be the best friend she would ever have. After all of the drama between them during sophomore year, fighting over Finn, Quinn's pregnancy, they decided to just put aside the animosity for each other. They even managed to strike up a tentative friendship in the second half of junior year, which just continued to blossom over time until they were as close as two people could possibly be (without being lovers!)

They arrived at the bleachers next to the football field, where they could see the ground crews setting up for the ceremony. Quinn and Santana were already there, waiting for them. Santana was smiling.

"Hey, Rach." she gestured toward the field. "Can you believe that all this is happening?" Rachel hugged Santana.

"I can actually believe it. What I can't believe is that all four of us are going to be studying in the same city!"

Both Rachel and Brittany got into Juilliard, with Rachel majoring in music and Brittany in dance. Quinn was headed off to NYU to study photography, while Santana was going to take pre-law at Columbia University.

"That's actually related to what Brit and I want to ask you guys about."

Rachel regarded Santana with a curious look. Santana had always been unpredictable. But months of moping around after her breakup with Brittany had made her realize her own immaturities and she decided that she had to grow up and own up to her feelings.

She finally ended up professing her love to a very shocked, but very pleased Brittany during a school assembly one day. Now that the two were back together and out of the closet, they were happier than ever before, to the point that it was almost sickening to watch them all lovey-dovey with each other.

Rachel wouldn't say that Santana had mellowed out. She had stopped bullying people, at least. But the Latina still liked to live on the edge and was constantly pulling pranks and doing outrageous stuff, though most of it was harmless. At least they were friends now, though Santana still called her names from time to time, but Rachel decided to take them as terms of endearment..

"What was it you wanted to ask me and Quinn, Santana?

"Wanna start a foursome?" Quinn and Rachel's jaws dropped. Brittany slapped Santana's arm.

"San, be nice."

"Hey, wasn't it nice of me to offer? After all, we all know that the four of us are smoking hot, especially after we fixed the hobbit's wardrobe last year." Brittany just glared at Santana, treating the other two to another unexpected sight: Santana cowering in fear. Needless to say their jaws dropped even further.

"Okay! Okay! I was just kidding!" Rachel and Quinn relaxed, but only slightly. They both couldn't get the weird picture in their heads of the four of them, writhing in passion, moaning... They shook their heads simultaneously, trying to dislodge the unwanted images from their brains. Brittany turned towards them.

"Come on, guys. Santana was just playing around. Now, San, would you please tell our friends our great news?" The tone of Brittany's voice indicated doom for Santana if she didn't behave.

"All right. Well here goes: My Dad paid for a lease on an apartment in New York. It's his graduation gift to me." Rachel quirked an eyebrow.

"That's great news, San. But what does it have to do with me and Quinn?"

Brittany spoke up.

"It's a huge three bedroom apartment. If you want, you two could stay with us."

Quinn nearly toppled over Brittany and Santana as she rushed over to embrace them.

"Oh my God, you guys! That's so great!" Rachel was still a bit pensive.

"Wait a minute, where is this apartment? Did your Dad research the location and the surrounding neighborhood thoroughly?" Santana smirked.

"Hold your horses there, Twitchy. You're gonna freak when you hear where it is." Rachel pouted.

"Just tell us, San. You know I hate suspense."

"You know I like to 'milk' the suspense." Santana held her hands up at chest level and made a breast squeezing motion at the word 'milk', her eyebrows wagging. Rachel scowled. Brittany glared once more at Santana.

"Fine. Will you just stop it with 'the look', Brit? It's making me wet my knickers and not in a good way. Okay. Are you ready for this?" Rachel and Quinn nodded. "The apartment's in Manhattan. Upper East Side. 5th Avenue. Right across frickin' Central Park, baby."

Rachel was speechless. That was like the Holy Grail of New York apartments. Even Quinn was stunned.

"Wow, Santana. I knew your Dad was rich but... just... wow... that's amazing."

"So, no objections then?" Brittany piped in. Rachel just nodded, still unable to find her voice.

"Same here," Quinn said. Brittany cheered and drew them all in for a group hug.

"This is going to be so awesome!"