(( Prompt from JackyJay: I love how you write Berrittana (B/S/R), can you write a super fluffy future fic of them? Maybe just after Rachels first big show. A/N: I love super fluffy!))

She was all smiles and laughter and practically glowing- bursting - with joy. She had made it. She had made it to Broadway. Had gotten the second biggest female part in the whole musical. Had actually made it.

The moment the curtain was down, the cheers made, the audience outside waiting to see the stars, Rachel wasted no time in making her way to the castline. She was buzzing with energy- couldn't keep the blinding grin off her face. People wanted pictures with her. Children asked her to sign their programs.

It was incredible.

Everything she had ever wanted.

And then she saw them, keeping some distance from the main crowd; one smiling with so much pride and adoration she could have seen it from a mile away, and the other physically bouncing up and down, clapping her hands together excitedly. When she made eye contact with them the jumping one was suddenly all over her.

"Oh my god! Rachie you did it! YOU WERE SO AWESOME!" exclaimed Brittany was she wrapped her arms tightly around the short actor (Broadwayactor) and spun her around, laughing, and possibly crying. Not that Rachel was much better. And the second Brittany let her feet touch the ground Santana was lifting her up again, hugging her tightly, then joined by Brittany, and her face was being covered in kisses and tears and more kisses.

"Fuck, Tiny. You were- I can't even-" And yes, Santana new she was crying, and being so stupidly emotional. But fuck you because she girlfriend, her little Rachel Berry had been up on that stage, singing to a crowd of over 800 people. And yeah, it was a "small" Broadway show, and she had been second woman, but she had been there. In the spotlight.

Living her dream.

Rachel was finally allowed to pull back enough to look at her two girls. Tears were pouring down her face, and even though she thought she'd have some kind of speech of gratitude, something, to give them, the words caught up in her throat and she just let out this weird sound between a laugh and sob before pulling both Santana and Brittany into her again.

The ex-cheerleaders held her, and the three couldn't keep from laughing. It may have been Rachel on the stage, but all three felt like they had achieved something, one way or another.

That night, after what seemed like hours of "we're so proud!" and "i'm so thankful!" sex, Rachel was snuggled inbetween the blond and other brunette, fast asleep, with a small smile on her lips and her body covered in marks of love and passion. She let out a little, sleepy giggle as she buried herself more into Santana's chest, and Brittany, her arms around the singer's waist, kissed her shoulder.

Santana kissed Rachel's forehead, still a bit sweaty from earlier activities, and glanced up to meet Brittany's eyes. "She did it, Brittany… Our Tiny really did it." She pulled Rachel in closer as the dancer adjusted the covers over all three of them.

Brittany smiled, curling and smiling brightly as she felt her eyes droop. "She totally did, San. And she's totally ours."

Grinning, moving closer to Rachel and therefore Brittany, Santana rested her chin just above Rachel's head. "Fuck yeah she is…"