After an hour at Rachel's theatre, you all gather at a nice restaurant uptown. Everyone has taken to chatting amongst themselves while you're trying to coax Emily into tell you what she wants to eat.

"You should get the Brussels sprouts," Abuelo says from across the table.

"Ew! No!" Emily scrunches up her nose, "I want a grilled cheese."

You still marvel at how much you have to learn about parenting. You've been trying for five minutes and Abuelo says one sentence and bam, he has an answer.

"So Quinn," your mom starts and waits for the blonde's attention before continuing, "How have you been? I haven't seen you since your senior year of high school?"

Quinn smiles brilliantly and glances at you before looking back at your mom. You can tell that she just took Rachel's hand under the table. "I've been fantastic."

Your mother smiles warmly at her, "That's good. What do you do for work?"

Quinn opens her mouth, but Rachel interjects proudly, "She's a writer."

"No way," Abuelo looks from you to Quinn and back, "That's her?"

You nod and tell him in Spanish that he's not allowed to tell anyone. He pauses and asks about your mom. You nod once again, but tell her too that she can't tell anyone. She looks bewildered before Abuelo adds to your mom, "She wrote that book I was telling you about."

Your mom looks wildly impressed and turns to Quinn, "Lucy Berry?"

Quinn blushes and looks across the table at you. You just shrug, "They won't tell."

She finally nods, "Mhmm. Which book did you read?"

"The latest one," your mother states.

Abuelo asks, "You read it?"

Your mother nods, "Of course I did. After you told me about it, how was I supposed to not read it." She looked over at Quinn, "You're amazing at what you do."

Abuelo nods. "I couldn't stop reading."

"Thank you," Quinn says bashfully, her blush growing deeper. You smile at all this flattery. You don't think that she's used to it, especially about something other than her looks.

"You capture the loneliness your characters feel beautifully," your mother comments, "The isolation they feel….it's brilliant."

"It's amazing how you paint them to feel so alone," Abuelo states, moving back so that the waiter can put down his plate.

At that your eyes shoot to Rachel whose jaw is visibly clenching. Quinn's smile has turned from bashful to pained.

You try to diffuse the situation by changing the subject, "Oh mom that looks great. What did you get?"

Her answer is interrupted by Rachel abruptly standing. She tosses her napkin onto her chair and when she sees everyone looking, she fumbles with, "I- e-excuse me." With that, she walked off.

"Um," Quinn stood at well, "She's just really tired. She just got off of a plane from Paris right before the recital." She mumbled a rushed 'excuse me' and walked off after her.

"Did I say something?" Abuelo asks you.

You look over at Emily who is paying close attention because her favorite adult friend just ran after her girlfriend. So you decide to speak in Spanish so she won't understand.

"Quinn is…You got that Quinn and Rachel are together right?" you ask them. They both nod so you move on, "They live in a huge house, the one where we had Emily's birthday, but Rachel's never home. She's always off working and she won't take Quinn with her because her publicist thinks it would be bad publicity or something. So Quinn is lonely. And lately Rachel is realizing just how lonely and isolated." You hope that using their own words will help them realize what they've done.

Your mother presses her hand to her chest, "I didn't realize."

You can feel Mike looking at you so you turn to him. It's a look of warning. You roll your eyes, "Chill out Chang. I was nice. Quinn is my friend."

"She's my friend too," he sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

You sympathize with him. You don't want to see Quinn hurting anymore either. You feel like Mike knows more about it than you do because he has been there longer. It's so weird that you all lived in the same city and never knew it.

You feel a hand on your arm and look to your side to see it belongs to Brittany's. She reached around Emily to touch you and maybe comfort you a little. It's working, but not as much as you'd like it too. You feel like you should go after them, but you also feel like they need some space.

So you just leave them to sort their stuff out and turn this dinner back to who it was supposed to be about. "Hey, Em," you smile down at her, "You did so good tonight."

That starts the whole table on how she great she did.

When Rachel and Quinn return they're both all smile - fake smiles. They continue to hold hands, but they don't talk much to each other.

After dinner, Rachel pays just like she promised and you all head outside.

"I have to go to work early tomorrow so I'm going to head home," Mike kneels down to Emily's level and she hugs him, "I'll see you later okay? We have to dance together soon." Emily giggles and steps away.

Mike says goodbye to everyone else and confirms a lunchtime jog with Quinn before walking off down the street. Then Quinn squats down in front of Emily, playfully poking her stomach with each word she says, "Guess who is coming over to my house this tomorrow."

Emily's eyes light up and she squeals Quinn's nieces' names in a pitch where you can't make them out. Quinn laughs and hugs Emily. "What do you say moms?" She looks up at you and Brittany, "Can Emily come over and play?"

You look at Brittany who shrugs, leaving it up to you. "Alright. We can bring her over after Abuelo and Mom leave."

Everyone says goodnight and you head home with your girls. You have plans to meet Abuelo and your mom in the morning for breakfast so you all dive straight into bed.

Of course you're awakened by your Abuelo at seven a.m., your only consolation being that he woke your mom up as well and drug her to your apartment. You leave them to wake up Emily while you crawl back into bed and slide your arms around Brittany. You kiss her neck and then her cheek and then her lips. "Britt-Britt," you whisper against the skin of her temple, "It's time to wake up and say goodbye to my mom and Abuelo and say hello to our normal life."

She giggles and rolls into you, burrowing into your chest, "Do I have time to take a shower?"

"I think I can stall them for ten minutes," you reach up and mess up her hair. Then you bound off of the bed as she dives after you to retaliate. You laugh and skid to a halt in the living room where Abuelo is looking out your living room window.

"Do you want me to start some coffee?" you ask him as you readjust your sleeping shorts from your hasty escape.

He opens his arms to you and you know to walk over to him. He wraps you up in a bear hug as you both look out the windows. "I'm proud of you Santana. This is a good life mija."

You smile against his chest and breathe in the cologne that you've known your whole life. "Thanks Abuelo."

"You're happy," he states.

You nod. "I am." You know it wasn't a question, but you are and you like to say it.

"I'm glad," he squeezes you. "That makes me happy." He pauses, taking a moment. "And Brittany? You love her? Really love her?"

"I do," you say without hesitation, "I always have."

"Good because she's a good mother," he says softly, "And she's good to you."

"She's more than good to me," you tell him. You pull away and look at him. He's smiling lovingly at you. "What about you? Are you happy?"

He chuckles, "I'm having the time of my life, but you know Lima is a little stifling for a young man like me. I was driving up here and saw some lovely places in New Jersey and Pennsylvania and Connecticut."

"You're moving closer?" you ask, surprised, but definitely pleased.

"I can't miss my great grand daughter growing up," he smiles down at you.

You hug him again this time you squeeze him. "Te amo Abuelo."

"Te amo mija," he kisses you on top of your head.

You look down when you feel two little arms wrap around your legs. Emily is sleepily leaning on you, already dressed for the day. You smile and dip down to pick her up. She immediately rests her head on your shoulder.

"Sleepy girl wasn't ready to wake up?" you ask her.

She doesn't even open her eyes to nod. You drop a kiss on her head and make your way to the kitchen with her. You start making coffee with one arm holding her up, but when your mom sees it, she rushes over to you to finish.

"Hey baby girl," you hear Brittany coo from behind you and see her hand reach around to play with Emily's hair. Then you feel her other hand on your back sliding to your side. Her arms slide around both you and Emily, her face dropping to your shoulder, her lips littering kisses where they land.

Emily wakes up enough to let go of your neck and reach for her mom. Brittany easily lifts the girl out of your arms, but grabs onto the waistband of your shorts as you start to walk off. She pulls you back to her and holds you against her. You rest one hand on Emily's back and the other on Brittany's back, letting your head rest on Brittany's shoulder. These are your girls. To love and to protect. And you'll do it for the rest of your life.

"Are you ready to go?" Brittany asks. You're not sure if she's talking to you or Emily. Emily nods for both of you anyway.

You kiss them both on the cheek . "I'll go get dressed."

Breakfast is a nice family meal. You all talk about Abuelo's plans to move and your mother's wish to see Emily more often. You talk about Brittany's plans for the future and your contentment with right now. When you look at Brittany, your chest swells with all the love that's always been there. When you look at Emily you're more proud than you've ever been.

Saying goodbye to your mom is harder than it's ever been. You feel like you've really connected with her for the first time ever. She cries as she hugs you, Emily and Brittany. Abuelo has that sad, happy look on his face and promises to call you when he finds some place to live.

Once they leave, you call Quinn to see when she wants Emily at her house. She tells you that she'll meet you in the park. You and Brittany walk with Emily to the park and start walking along the sidewalk under the trees wondering where Quinn is.

"Is that them?" Brittany asks, pointing across the park.

It sure looks like Quinn and Rachel, but they're kissing in public. Quinn is holding onto Rachel's coat, not like she's forcing the kiss, but like she just wants something to hold. Rachel is smiling into the kiss, her hands buried in the blonde locks.

Emily sees them and take off running, squealing, "Quinn!"

Quinn and Rachel both pull away from the kiss and look to see the streak of a little girl barreling toward them. She almost tackles Quinn to the ground, the only thing holding her up is Rachel.

You and Brittany walk up to them and receive warm greetings. "Where are your nieces?" You ask.

"They'll be here any second," Quinn scans the horizon and swings Emily's hand that she's holding between them.

"You two were totally making out in public," Brittany grins, her bright eyes bouncing between the two.

"Yeah well," Quinn looks in her purse and pulls out her phone. She taps around a few times and hands it to you. Brittany's chin rests on your shoulder as you read.

Broadway starlet Rachel Berry says "I'm in love." In a late night walk through Tribeca, Ms. Berry was seen holding hands and kissing a blonde woman. Berry herself introduced the woman, Quinn Fabray, to our cameraman and announced that she's in love.

The site goes on to provide pictures and more details. You look up at them and see Quinn smiling again. It's a completely unhindered smile. There is no holding back.

"I wanted to thank you Santana," Rachel steps up to you and folds her hands in front of herself. "I like to think that eventually I would have caught on. However, I'm glad that you showed me the light sooner so that no one will be lonely like that ever again." She glances behind her, taking Quinn's free hand and kissing the back of her hand. She turns back to you, "I'm going to hug you now."

You laugh and accept her hug.

After some more regaling of the previous night's events Quinn and Rachel shoo you off. You call back that they need to keep the affection PG in front of your kid. Rachel laughs and Quinn smiles lovinly at her.

"Ugh," you grunt as you fall back into your bed. You're exhausted.

"I was hoping that I would be able to take you out on a date," Brittany says. She's standing right next to the bed and you can tell by the tone of her voice that she's pouting.

You reach toward her and hook a finger through the beltloop of her skinny jeans. You pull her onto the bed and wrap your arms around her so that she can't get away. "Nap first. Date second."

Brittany seems to have a different idea. She rolls to her side and starts softly kissing your neck, placing air light kisses up and down both sides. "But I wanna do something else." She nips at your earlobe and finally finds you lips.

"Mmm, Britt," escapes your mouth when you meant to tell her that you're really tired. Instead you pull on her shirt, gathing the bottom of it in your hand and pulling up. She shirt easily slides off of her and you're rewarded with hot, smooth skin under your fingers.

She moves one of her legs over you and sits back on her knees. You can't help, but run your nails lightly over her stomach. She smiles down at you. A smile of complete love and adoration. You feel drawn to her so you sit up and kiss her. You pour yourself into the kiss, like she doesn't already have all of you.

She tugs at your shirt and pulls it toward your head. She hooks her fingers under your bra and pulls up, taking it off with your shirt. She flings your clothes across the room and her hands immediately take the place of your bra, softly massaging your breasts. When she runs her thumbs over erect nipples, you moan into her neck. You work on getting her bra off so you can return the favor.

Once her bra is off, you kiss around her breast, distracting her enough so that you can flip your positions. Her head falls back onto the bed, barely missing the pillows and her back arches into you. Her jeans are the next to go, but you have to get off of the bed to pull the skinny jeans off from around her ankles. You're both laughing as you finally yank them off. "I'm burning these."

You wriggle out of your pants and crawl back onto the bed with her. You hover over her, softly kissing her lips, just content to kiss her for the rest of your life. But once again you change positions, this time from a particularly deft push and pull from her.

You feel her peeling off your underwear and her fingers slowly entering you. Stars burst before your eyes, all outlining her face as she makes you feel things only she can.

You lose all track of time as you're both laying in the bed. The fitted sheet has come off on three of the corners and all the pillows and blankets fell off the bed.

"Nap now?" Brittany murmurs sweetly before kissing your forehead then your cheek.

You smile at her and capture her lips, "Actually, I was thinking date now."

She grins back at you, "Really?"

You nod. "But I think we need to k we should take a shower."

She holds your eyes for a moment, playfully searching your face before you both start laughing and take off. She's faster than you bounding off of the bed, but you cut her off on the way out the door. You cut into the bathroom and try to close the door, but her hand stops you. You weakly try to push the door closed, but she's stronger and probably trying harder so the door comes open and you bounce back toward the sink to avoid getting hit.

She quirks an eyebrow and walks over to your preditorily. "You were trying to lock me out." She moves to close to you, you're pressed to the sink. The cold counter on her bare ass is cold and makes you shiver. Then she presses her body against yours, so that you're pinned.

She bends her knees and kisses the underside of your jaw. It's so hot that you don't notice her grabbing onto the back of your knees and pushing you onto the counter. You're sitting next to the sink, your back presses to the mirror when she attacks your mouth with hers. "Oh my god, Brittany."

After about thirty more minutes you actually get into the shower where you barely rinse off before you've pinned her to the shower wall. When she comes the last time in the shower, her head falls onto your shoulder as she catches her breath. You smile and kiss the side of her head, "I love you Brittany."

"I love you too San," she wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug under the rapidly cooling stream of water. You both just stand there, holding each other until the water gets too cold.

You have a problem getting her dressed because she's laying on the bed, naked and protesting. You laugh at her and throw some of her clothes onto her head, "You're the one that wanted to go on a date. So let's go."

Reluectantly she puts her clothes on and when you leave your apartment she doesn't break physical contact from you. She stops you on the street corner just to kiss you and hugs you to her when you wait for the crosswalk sign to change. When you get to the restaurant, she sits next to you in the booth and holds your hand under the table. You share french fries and milkshakes.

"I love you," she says between bites and kisses your cheek.

You can't help, but smile. She's so sweet and so adorable. She's so loving and she's you're everything. "I love you too."

After your date, you go for a walk before Quinn drops Emily off. She's exhausted and goes right to sleep, having been worn out by her little friends. You walk into the bedroom after making sure Emily's nightlight is on to find Brittany laying on the unmade bed, fully clothed and asleep. You pick up a pillow and grab one of the blankets that is laying across the floor by the foot of the bed. You toss the pillow onto the bed next to Brittany's head and put the blanket over her. You change into some more comfortable clothes and crawl into the bed with her. Your head rests on the far side of the pillow from her and you tug on her jacket before she moves her head onto the pillow in her sleep. You both fall asleep on half of the bed with the sheets falling off, sharing one pillow.

You wake up before Brittany does, but when you check on Emily she's already playing with her toys in her room. She smiles when she sees you and gets up to hug you.

"Do you want to help me make breakfast for mom?" you ask her.

She eagerly nods and pulls you into the kitchen faster than you would have walked. You start some coffee and run your hand through you hair. "Alright, what should we make?"

Emily pushes a chair from the table over to the kitchen. "Pancakes with blueberries." She climbs up on the chair and looks over at the kitchen.

"You're too close to the stove," you tell her, as you move to check if you even have blueberries which you find that you do. You get them out as well as the stuff to make pancakes. Emily moves her chair away from the stove and even gets down a coffee cup for you. You hug her to you and kiss the top of her head. "Alright, ready?"

Emily makes a mess of stirring, but she doesn't want any help so you just watch and sip your coffee. She's so adorable. She even has some of Brittany's mannerism. Like the way her eyebrow wrinkles in concentration.

You handle the stove part and soon all the pancakes are done. You give Emily everything she needs to set the table and you carry the food to the table. You're pouring Brittany some coffee just as she walks out of the hallway to the bedrooms. She has changed into lounge clothes and kisses Emily's head before making her way over to you.

"Good morning sleepyhead," you chuckle after she drapes herself over your shoulders, onto your back. She kisses you neck and mumbles a good morning. "Do you feel okay?" you have to ask because she's usually a ball of sunshine the second her eyes open.

"'m sore," she answers, breaking a smile.

You laugh because you are sore as well. You hand her, her coffee over your shoulder and she takes a sip.

"Let's eat!" Emily calls from the table. She has a butter knife and a fork in her hand, ready to start.

You and Brittany giggle together and make your way to the table. Brittany pulls out your chair for you and you kiss her in a thank you.

Emily rattles on about what she did yesterday with Quinn, Rachel and Quinn's nieces. You can't help, but smile at her enthusiasm. Brittany smiles over at you, sharing your adoration for the little girl across the table.

This morning is absolutely perfect. Your life now is amazing. You love your girls and you can feel that they love you back. Brittany knows you're thinking by the look on her face and she leans over and kisses you, the taste of blueberries lingering on your mouth.

Yeah, your life had gotten really fantastic and it all started with a knock on your door.

The End