Nostalgia

Where are those damn corn flakes? Santana Lopez thought while furiously searching the grocery store for some cereals.

"Found it!" She happily exclaimed, running to get the last cereal box on the shelf. While walking back to the counter, memories flashed through her mind suddenly. Memories about walking through the different grocery sections, trying to find a certain blue-eyed blonde who ran away looking for a hiding place she thinks Santana wouldn't check. Memories about buying lots of cereals for the blonde to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Memories about the blonde being so confused with breakfast. Memories about—

"Shit!" Santana Lopez shouted, dropping the cereal box she had been hugging so tightly.

"I'm so sorry! I... I wasn't looking and I…" the shorter brunette trailed off, now getting a look at the girl she bumped into. "Santana?"

"Hobbit."

Rachel Berry quickly hugged the taller brunette "Santana Lopez! I never thought I would see you again! How have you been?"

"Same. Kicking ass in court. How about you, Berry? Still with that whale Hudson?" Santana scoffed, not noticing the blonde who was walking towards them.

"She's not with Finn anymore." Quinn smiled at Santana, grabbing Rachel's hand.

"You have the cookies?" the shorter brunette asked the blonde.

"Yes, my lady." Rachel laughed at her wife's response.

"You.. You two? How?" Santana asked, wide-eyed. The last time she talked to Quinn, all she knew was that she was also moving to New York. There weren't any news about a certain brunette going with her.

"You really need to catch up with your friends more, Lopez." Quinn let out a laugh, grabbing Rachel's waist and kissing her forehead. Santana stood there, processing what she had just seen. Not what I had been expecting for today, Santana thought to herself.

"So.. You're both living in New York?" Santana asked. She wanted to ask a lot more questions, realizing how little she knew about her friends, but she knew that the grocery store wasn't really the place for catching up.

"Yeah, you know Rachel, Broadway is her life. Meanwhile, I studied in Yale, then got a job in New York. We were both too busy with our new lives, and I think that was the last time we talked on the phone." Santana nodded in agreement, clearly remembering their conversation years ago, "and then I ran into Rachel, and that was the start of it." Quinn answered, kissing Rachel in the forehead once more.

"Wow." was all Santana could say. Rachel giggled at the other brunette's reaction. It was one of those rare moments when she saw Santana speechless.

"Hey, Rachel! Here's the milk you asked me to look for. I know it's not the exact brand you wanted, but it's almost—" the blue-eyed blonde stopped, looking at the scene she had just walked into. Santana, still with a shocked look on her face, grew even more wide-eyed at the sight of the tall blonde in front of her. Not what I had been expecting at all.

"Brittany! Great timing! I just ran into Santana while looking for your favourite cereal." Rachel smiled her Broadway-smile to her friend. Quinn, on instinct, nudged her wife's elbow, slightly shaking her head in the process.

"Here. It's the last box, and I'm not in the mood for grocery shopping anymore." Santana nervously chuckled while handing the box over to the shorter brunette. Rachel couldn't help but smile at the thought of Santana giving up something for Brittany, even if it was as petty as a cereal box. It felt like high school again.

"Hey, San." Brittany greeted Santana with a small smile.

"Hi." Santana greeted back, looking at anywhere but the blonde's sparkling blue eyes. She used my nickname. I missed that. Brittany finally caught Santana's eyes, and for a moment, they just stood there looking at each other. The brunette couldn't help but let out a small smile, but immediately tried to hide it, hoping the blonde didn't see it.

After a long moment of awkward silence, Santana finally spoke up. "Well, guys," Santana said, clapping her hands two times while faking a smile, "as much as I want to stay and see you," she looks at Quinn, "and you," at Rachel, "gets your mack on, I needs to go to Breadstix for a family get-together." She glances at Brittany, who was still staring at her, "it was nice seeing all of you."

Without waiting for a response, she quickly walked away from the trio. Once she exited the building, she sat on a bench and took a deep breath.

Not yet. Not today. Santana sighed.

"She hasn't changed that much." Quinn smiled, remembering all the moments she shared with the brunette. The names, the smile, even the language - Santana Lopez was still Santana Lopez.

"Yeah, she hasn't let go yet of those mean nicknames she used to call me during our high school days." Rachel dramatically sighed, looking at Quinn who was suppressing a laugh.

"I bet she's going to use all those names when we see her at the reunion on Saturday." Quinn snorted while Rachel frowned at the thought. "Well, I hope she has grown up a lot, right Britt?" Rachel looked at the blonde, who was still staring blankly into space after their encounter with the brown-eyed lawyer.

"She's coming?" Brittany finally spoke up since Santana left, ignoring Rachel's question. She still wasn't completely back to reality after the short reunion with the brunette.

"Yeah, she came to Lima just to attend our reunion. You're coming, right?" Quinn looked at Brittany expectantly. She knew this was hard on both of them, but she also knew this could help both of them to.. What? She didn't know.

"Uhh... yeah, sure… of course." The blue-eyed blonde replied.

"That's great! And you're going to attend the after-party too, okay? We Glee kids are going to have a mini-reunion of our own at the auditorium. Planned of course by your leader, yours truly!" Rachel excitedly explained. Rachel Berry let go of a lot of things ever since she graduated from William McKinley, but she never did let go of that memory, that club. It was her family, and it was the only best thing that happened to her in high school, besides meeting Quinn Fabray, of course.

"Okay."

"Yay!" Rachel clapped, "Now we just have to convince Santana to come with us for the after-party, and the New Directions will be complete!" Quinn smiled adoringly at her over-excited wife.

"Well, anyway, I better pay for this." Changing the subject, Brittany took the cereal box from Rachel, laughing nervously.

"Are you okay, Britt Britt?" Quinn suddenly asked with concerned eyes.

"Yeah, of course I am!" the taller blonde smiled, not her usual higher-than-the-sky smile. "I have to go, though. Is it alright? I forgot that I have to pick up the laundry today."

"Sure. Drive safely, okay?" Rachel said, hugging the tall blonde while sensing that there was something going on in Brittany's head.

"Yeah, bye guys! Take care!" Brittany waved back at the couple while going to the door.

Rachel waved once more at the retreating blonde. "Do you think she's okay? Do you think she'll be okay?"

"Honestly.. I don't know." Quinn replied while taking a hold of her wife. "Let's go get those sausages you wanted, honey."

Meanwhile, Brittany went to her car, opened the door, and sat there for a few minutes. Santana Lopez was back, and she saw her in the grocery store. Thirteen years have passed, but it didn't seem that long. It was like she just went away for a vacation, and she's finally back. But things feel.. different. Something was wrong, and Brittany knew it. She shook her head, trying to get away from her thoughts, and started the car.

She's here. Santana Lopez is back. Brittany sighed.