Love and Dreams-Faberry

Chapter Eleven

Much to her friends' disappointment, Santana didn't leave her husband the moment Brittany had walked back into her life as they expected she might. Instead the days stretched on and Santana remained Mrs. Barstow.

Santana knew her marriage was over. Richard had been having affair after affair and he was rarely home and the grabbing incident had been the last straw. She wasn't entirely sure what it was that was keeping her from serving him with the papers she'd had drawn up months ago. Maybe it was the fact that she'd been raised in a household that held marriage to a standard that most people didn't anymore. She knew a divorce would disappoint her parents and she could hear her mother's voice telling her that there were a lot of loveless marriages out there but that didn't mean that you walked away from them. It just didn't happen in her day so she didn't want it to happen in Santana's either.

There was a knock on her door and she pulled it open, smiling immediately when she found three grinning faces on the other side of the door.

"Girls night next door," Rachel told her. "You in?"

Santana rolled her eyes dramatically. "If it's you three? Pass." She playfully moved to shut the door but Brittany was too quick and grabbed her arm, tugging her from the apartment.

"Let's go, you," Brit ordered with a smile.

"Alright, fine," Santana relented playfully.

Quinn slid an arm around her shoulders and squeezed gently. "Doing okay?"

Santana nodded. "Just thinking."

Quinn nodded but remained silent as the girls made their way into Rachel's place. They headed for the kitchen and popped popcorn and grabbed drinks.

"So, Mercedes is moving into her new place this week," Rachel announced as they settled in the living room.

"Is she?" Quinn asked. "When does she start work on her album?"

"Next week," Rachel replied. "She wants me to come in and do some backup vocals."

Santana smirked. "Rachel Berry singing backup, what's the world coming to?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Very funny."

"Can we get ridiculously drunk tonight?" Santana asked suddenly. "Better yet, let's go out and drink and dance on the tables."

The other three exchanged amused looks and everyone nodded. "Definitely dancing," Brittany agreed. "Maybe not on the tables though. Remember that party we went to junior year where we danced on the tables and you were so drunk that you nearly broke your neck when you fell off?"

"No tables," Santana and Quinn agreed simultaneously.

Rachel shook her head with a grin. She loved the three girls in the room with her but definitely felt out of the loop at times when inside jokes would go over her head or things from high school would just make no sense to her.

"Non-table dancing sounds fun," Rachel told them.

"Berry, grab your vodka, I'm going to get changed," Santana instructed as she stood up.

"Vodka makes you want to have sex," Brittany pointed out and Rachel and Quinn both snorted with laughter.

Santana shot them both glares. "Come on, B, you can borrow something of mine. These two have piddly little legs so they can share Berry's wardrobe."

"Hey!" Quinn protested.

"My legs are not piddly!" Rachel called.

"Rachel has nice legs," Brittany pointed out. "You even said so."