Santana looked at the small puppy rolling around on the bed. His tail was wagging ferociously as he battled with the chew toy Santana had brought him a few days previously. However the chew toy seemed to be winning, bopping him on the nose every now and then. He really was a sweet little thing and he'd taken to his new home away from his mother without many problems. Santana had read all the books and all the websites prior to his arrival and she had every intention of turning him in to her own personal guard dog but he was just so damn docile. She put it down to him being a puppy and not quite being sure of everything but she'd wondered about him from the moment a butterfly had landed two foot away and he'd gone absolutely ape shit, nearly throwing himself through the back door to get away from it. He'd get there, he just needed a bit of guidance. "You gonna be good while mommy is away?" She asked him tenderly as she swept him up. He instantly forgot the toy and tried to lap at her face. "I take that as a yes,"  Half an hour later she pulled up her motorbike outside the large house. The garden was already littered with empty cardboard boxes and two people were waving sparklers in front of their faces as if they were the most marvellous thing they'd ever seen. Music blared and Santana took a moment to observe the situation before her. Literature students tended to throw great parties and a few words here and there about weed being good for the imagination sold them on her deal pretty quickly. She was dealing alone tonight due to another party, much smaller, being held across town where David would be selling. She didn't mind that though because she didn't need him fucking up her other plans for tonight. After casting a glance at her phone, she wandered across the road, hands stuffed deep in to her pockets. She could hear the shifting of plastic rubbing against each other and it was oh so satisfying.  Unlike other parties she didn't make a show of herself the moment she slipped in. Instead she located a few familiar faces and made small talk and a few discounted sales. She knew how to treat valued customers after all, she wasn't a complete bitch. The few drinks she was offered were passed off to other party goers as they danced past and the few more intoxicated people bopping in the kitchen were more than happy to fork over their money. One guy tried to talk her ear off about the stress he was feeling from one of his term papers and it wasn't too difficult to lecture him about the benefits she could provide for that in return. She didn't really appreciate the big kiss on the cheek but she could accept the dollar notes he pushed in to her grasp. She went to the garden at one point for a cigarette but hurried back inside when someone vomited all over the grass area in front of her. She didn't have any time, or cure, for that.  The party grew in pace and soon the living room area was full of dancing people. The kitchen was less busy and a large amount of the students had found their way out to the garden despite the vomit in the grass. Santana had found herself beside the staircase, deep in conversation with a girl, Juliet, she had actually met on terms that weren't related to her dealing. She'd given her a lift from Campus once after she'd sprained her ankle and surprisingly, Santana hadn't slept with her. And that was when she caught the flash of blonde hair she recognised all too well and beside her was the face she was really looking for.  "You alright? You're not fucked already are you?" Juliet asked with a big grin as she took a sip from her cup.  "I'm perfectly sober," Santana told her honestly before offering a smile. "I'll catch you in a bit, alright? I'm gonna go scout around, sell some more stuff. This one is on me," And then, after pushing a bag in to Juliet's hand, she disappeared off through the crowd of people. 

Santana had been looking forward to this moment since Rachel had proposed it last night. She knew it wasn't a serious, serious date but they were still sitting down on the beach together with a collection of food between them and a baby monitor sat just in front. The day had been a fairly normal one apart from when Faith had taken a tumble off the porch when she'd got a little too eager to beat Santana in a race. There had only been a few tears though and Santana had soon fixed it up by offering to sing their rendition of love is an open door from Frozen with her. The swell in the water had been a little had been a little more than usual so the children had been told they shouldn't go in. It hadn't deterred them from their outdoor activities though and Santana had looked over at Rachel any time she could to check the woman was enjoying everything with Chris nestled against her. They hadn't mentioned the date at all that day but when they'd woken up together in bed that morning, she'd given Rachel a squeeze just to reassure her that there would be no way she'd let go. However after softly kissing her cheek and whispering she'd come back if requested she had headed down and made everyone breakfast. Yeah, it really had been a good day and now they were topping it off with their date on the beach. Santana was actually nervous about it too. "You know the way the sun falls over those clouds makes you look even more gorgeous...." She smiled broadly then stabbed her fork into some of the food Rachel had prepared. "Not as gorgeous as this though. Your cooking is incredible. Becoming a mother made you so much better,"

Brittany was all kinds of nervous. Santana had just texted her out of the blue telling her they needed to talk, when for the past like month, she'd been avoiding conversations, and interacting with the blonde entirely. To say it was stressing her out was an understatement. Since they'd had sex, Santana had been completely offish. Up until today anyways. Now she wanted to talk to Brittany, and was acting totally weird about it. Telling her that she needed to hurry, and that she couldn't tell her until she got to her dorm. Was she going to tell her that they shouldn't be friends anymore? That would hurt a ton considering how much the dancers feelings had grown since they spent the night together on her birthday. Sure, she'd always loved Santana, but being with her like that again made her heart yearn for her even more than it did before, despite the fact that she was still dating Kitty.

With a heavy sigh, Brittany waved goodbye to Mike and exited the studio, promptly making her way towards the place where Santana's dorm was located. Part of her wanted to walk really slowly, to drag out the inevitable end of their friendship. But the girl had told her to hurry, so she had to. It could have been urgent.

After 15 or so minutes, she had arrived at the huge building which contained her ex's dorm. Brittany rang the buzzer, waiting for Santana to let her in before heading up to her floor in the elevator. It was now or never. "San, it's me," Brittany called out as she knocked on the door, nervous about whatever conversation they were about to have.

Everything had been so chaotic within the past few days, Blaine was amazed to discover he was still kicking. Half the time it felt like he was in autopilot though, his mind elsewhere as he powered through everything else. Getting back into routine after Hawaii hadn't been the easiest, but he knew what he missed most was kicking back and shooting the shit with Puck. They didn't usually go this long without sitting back and having an actual conversation, so when he was showered after the show and back on the bus, he grabbed four beers and a bottle of rum before heading back to find Puck. Things weren't the same lately and he didn't like it, so this hopefully would get them back on track. "You were awesome out there tonight, man." Blaine grinned, setting the bottles on the table and plopping himself down on the couch. "Thanks again. I at least sent the other two home tonight, so hopefully Dani'll be ready within the next few days to go on."