AN: Even though my old fic -which is gone and never to be heard from again- was set in Hawaii, I just couldn't resist this perfect opportunity to have some fun with our fav girls in my home state.

Anyways, Happy Valentine's Day! I do plan on posting on this year's actual anniversary, but first, allow me to play catch up on the first three annis.

(For anyone who might be from Hawaii: I'm not going to write in pidgin. It's just not a thing I can do without confusing literally everyone else haha. But just know that everyone -besides our two girls- is automatically translated in my head as speaking pidgin. So... just imagine it lol.)

Chapter 1: Brittana's 1st Year

There's just something about Hawaii that pulls Santana and Brittany back to celebrate their first anniversary.

It's been almost two years since their first visit, after Lesbos Island and before going back to New York to live together. Looking back on it, they had actually gotten into a little tiff about the AirBnB Santana booked because she reserved it without doing any research first. But to Santana, the place was cheap and right on the beach so logically it seemed like a really great deal. How was she supposed to know Makaha wasn't exactly a tourist spot?

It wasn't long after touching down in Honolulu did they fully realize that Makaha was probably the worst place to stay for first-time visitors.

Not even an hour in and the traffic alone, from the airport to the westside, almost drove them both insane. They also later learned that leaving Makaha to explore other parts of the island was another crazy feat in and of itself. Only one way in, one way out.

It was a major bummer for them because that meant they had to plan doing all the generic tourist things around the possibility of major traffic. And if they did venture out, travel time alone would eat away at their supposedly relaxing vacation.

So instead, they stayed in most of the time. They got used to sleeping in late and waking up to the sounds of the ocean tide picking up. They spent a lot of time relaxing on the sand and swimming in the ocean. And as a result, by the end of their first week Brittany had gotten into a daily routine of sunscreen during the day and aloe during the night. Santana, ever the opportunist, had gotten into her own routine of applying both to Brittany's skin for her.

But most importantly, they spent every second of those three weeks relearning how to be together, as a couple. So what if they might have been horizontal a good amount of the time, they also took care in learning to communicate again and talk things out. The past, the present, the future. They talked and talked until it was clear that making things work this time around was equally as important to the both of them. That this time, they were in it for the long haul. This time, they were in it until infinity.

In that small, beautiful, and intimate cottage at the very end of the westside of Oahu, they fell in love all over again, in new kind of way. An infinity kind of way.

So yeah, their first Hawaii trip meant everything to them, even if it started off a little rocky. Even if they didn't get to do all the things they planned.

This time though, they knew better. They made sure their flight didn't land in the middle of rush hour traffic, and they definitely made sure to remember to use the restrooms at the airport before leaving.

They also had a plan. A more thought out plan to do all of the touristy things even though that meant a hell of a lot of driving across the island. Because as much they hated the idea of driving in traffic, they just couldn't think of staying anywhere else but that same little cottage.

"Do you think it's weird that we rented the same place?" Santana grunts as she lifts their luggages into their tiny rental car trunk. With as much travelling as they did touring with Mercedes, they still haven't learned the ever humbling lesson of packing lightly.

"No, I think they'll be really happy to see us, again. If they even remember us."

"Britt, I'm pretty sure they'll remember the people who broke their bed frame." Santana chuckles, breathlessly eyeing the remaining three bags that need to fit.

"We didn't break it, Santana." Brittany rolls her eyes, "It just no longer stood on its legs."

"Because it broke."

"Well, the legs made it all wibbly-wobbly anyways. If anything we helped stabilize it." Brittany steps closer, "Honey, you sure you don't need help?"

Santana shakes her head dramatically, using her hip to push one of their bags further in. She has too much pride to admit defeat. She's also too much of an idiot to not disagree with Brittany when she said they'd never fit everything in the car they were assigned.

So, here she is, stubborn and struggling. She turns her body around to get more leverage and just when she thinks she's got it, she looks back at Brittany with triumph at the tip of her tongue, only to find her missing.

Confused, she stops what she's doing and looks around the lot. It's a few minutes before she finds Brittany, walking out of the office, a different set of car keys in hand.

"I almost had it." Santana huffs once Brittany is standing in front of her again.

"Oh, I believe you." The blonde winks, "But I just wanted to try something new."

It's no use fighting her on it and Santana knows it. And instead of rubbing it in, Brittany just begins to remove their luggages from the tiny trunk. Santana, too embarrassed to say anything, can't help but watch her wife save the day. Her wife. She smiles softly to herself. It's almost been one whole year of saying her own name as Santana Lopez-Pierce. Amazing. Absolutely amazing.

Once the new car is packed and they're ready to head out, Santana looks adoringly at her wife one more time from behind the steering wheel.

"What?" Brittany blushes, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears.

Santana shakes her head, "I just really love you. Like, so so much."

"Until infinity?"

"Always."

After about an hour of driving they finally pull up to the familiar driveway.

"It looks exactly the same." Brittany says as she moves her sunglasses to the top of her hair to admire the small cottage before them. A bubble of excitement forms in Santana's stomach at Brittany's comment because it's true. Everything is exactly how she remembers it.

The row of red ginger flowers lining the front porch in full bloom. The faded light green color of the exterior paint. Even the same stand up paddle boards they attempted to use on their first trip, still propped up neatly along the side of the porch.

"We made it, Britt." Santana flashes her a big dopey grin, making her wife giggle.

As Santana unpacks the car, Brittany goes off to find the lockbox containing the key. By the time all the luggage is on the porch and ready to be moved in, two familiar faces are walking towards them from across the yard.

It's funny because Santana can still remember the surprise of meeting the owners for the first time and them being nothing like what she expected. Not in a judgmental way or anything, she just assumed they were those rich people type who buy properties in nice places only to rent them out for extra cash.

But they definitely weren't. Turns out they're weren't just living in Hawaii local, they're born and raised local. As in, don't make the mistake of casually asking them about their Hawaiian lineage because they'll pull out a trunk-full of documents tracing all the way back to even before the illegal overthrow of the Hawaiian Kingdom local.

"Santana! Look at you!" Lindsey yells out as Santana steps down from the porch to meet them. The older woman doesn't waste any time, kissing Santana on the check before pulling her in for a hug. Alexander does the same, his hug being more of a bear hug.

It's something that she's not used to but frankly, after their first visit here, she should have expected this kind of welcome from them. It's almost reminiscent of when she would greet distant aunties and uncles at Lopez family gatherings growing up.

"Hi Lindsey, Alexander. Long time no see."

"I'm pretty sure I told you last time to just call me Aunty Lin."

"And Uncle Alika." Her husband laughs heartily.

At the sound, Brittany steps out from behind the side gate, "Aunty Lin! Uncle Alika!" She waves excitedly and Santana can't help but smile at how comfortable she still is with them.

It was apparent during their first visit that their hosts weren't like the usual AirBnB hosts who stay out of their guests way. Instead, they made it a point to check in every once in a while and Brittany enjoyed making conversation and getting to know them a little.

"Brittany, you look stunning!"

"Thank you, Aunty."

"And thank you for letting us stay here again." Santana blushes, knowing that it's not necessary to explain what she means by that.

"Oh, of course!" Aunty Lin exclaims, "Honestly after what happened, you guys are our favorite story to tell people. It would've been rude of us to deny you another stay."

"I was more surprised that you two choose to come back all the way out here." Uncle Alika laughs. "We know it's not the most convenient location."

"No, we love this place." Brittany smiles, moving her hand to hold Santana's. "We wouldn't want to spend our first anniversary anywhere else but here."

"You two got married?" The older woman's eyes widen excitedly.

"Officially one year ago, tomorrow." Brittany winks at Santana, making her blush a deep red.

The owners share a look and smile. "This calls for a celebration, then. Go and get settled in, we'll bring something over for you two later."

"Oh aunty, that's not necessary. Really." Santana tries to tell her but it falls on deaf ears. The retreating couple wave them off and she watches as they disappear back inside the main house across the yard.

Santana turns to her wife to roll her eyes but finds herself giggling as she's being pulled from her spot and towards the front door of their cottage.

Brittany makes quick use of the keys and soon the door flies open before the two of them. Santana recognizes that all too familiar glint in her wife's eyes and it's not long before they're both frantically pulling in their excessive amount of luggages so that they can shut the door and lock it.

"I'm just sayin', I'm grateful for the cake, but you have to admit the note was a little unnecessary." Santana emerges slightly breathless from under the covers of their bed and reaches for the piece of paper on the nightstand.

When they got into their cottage the first thing they did was break in the sofa, obviously. The second, of course, was test the strength of the bed. The third thing they did was open the door to accept the gift from Aunty Lin and Uncle Alika, which was sitting at the doorstep with a note taped to it.

"I think it's funny." Brittany laughs, reaching over to pluck the paper from Santana's hand to read it one more time. Don't worry, we reinforced the bed this time. It was almost like it fueled something in Brittany when she first read it because Santana was pleasantly surprised when she took some of the frosting and did very naughty things with it. "I think we should frame it. We can keep it as a first anniversary souvenir."

"Britt, no. It's embarrassing."

"Oh?" Brittany quirks an eyebrow, "You mean to tell me you aren't even a little proud of it?"

Santana tries her best to hold back her grin but images of Brittany ten minutes ago with that delicious frosting flood her mind.

"Plus, it came with free cake that said Happy Anniversary and everything."

"You didn't even wait for me to take a picture." Santana laughs.

"It's not my fault. The note gave me new ideas."

"And they were very good ideas."

"They were weren't they?" Brittany grins, leaning in to lick a little bit of frosting still left on Santana's neck. "You should thank the note."

Santana hums, "I guess I could see it as a reminder of our incredible sex life. Not many people can say they broke a bed."

"Not many people can say they broke it twice." Brittany smirks, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and in a fit of giggles, Santana moves quickly until she's straddling her wife, looking down at her with dark eyes.

"How about we give their reinforcements a run for their money?"

"Challenge accepted. Come here, baby." Brittany beckons, biting her bottom lip and pulling Santana down with a hand to the back of her neck.

Santana wakes up the next morning to the familiar smell of coffee and she hums in approval. In their normal every day to day lives, Santana's usually the one to wake up first to start the first pot, mostly because she likes to take her time getting ready in the morning.

But this particular morning it's different because today, Santana's not only greeted with the smell of coffee but also the cool feel of the light ocean breeze and the soft sounds of waves crashing on the shore.

"Hey, sleepyhead." A soft voice calls to her.

Santana smiles, turning her body towards the sound of her wife's voice and finds her sitting at the table, feet propped up on the chair, coffee cup in one hand and newspaper in the other. Brittany giggles at Santana's grabby hands before placing both items down and joins her back on the bed, laying directly on top of her.

"Did you turn off my alarm?" Santana mumbles sleepily.

"You looked so peaceful." Brittany smiles, "Plus it made for a really cute photo."

"Baby, please tell me at least my nipples were covered this time."

Her wife laughs, "Yes, I made sure the girls were concealed."

"Oh, thank god. I don't think I can handle another one of those conversations with my mom, again. Once was enough."

"But that picture is my most liked picture, though."

"Was. It was your most liked picture." Santana corrects her, shaking her head with a soft smile.

Brittany rolls her eyes and shifts her weight to kiss Santana on the nose lightly, "Happy Anniversary, honey."

The light smell of coffee on her wife's breath, mixed with a hint of that same frosting from last night takes over Santana's senses and she imagines Brittany sneaking another piece of cake for breakfast, thinking she won't be found out.

She feels the weight of her wife on top of her, keeping her grounded as her heart flutters in her chest uncontrollably. It's finally official. They've been married for one whole year and part of her still can't believe it. Part of her still can't believe that after everything they've been through, they're here again, in this beautiful, intimate cottage in Hawaii, promising each other an infinity.

"The first of so many." Santana finally breathes out, lifting her head just enough for Brittany to get the hint and close the distance between them.