Always Be Mine
Hello Reader.
This is my first fanfic and I've been planning this story for awhile and finally had the courage to type it all out. Please read and review it and let me know what you think. Please be kind if you don't like it that cool just don't be mean about it. We have to much hate in this world as it is. Plus I feel people are big and brave behind a key board and would never say certain things to a person's face. All mistakes are mine and if you find some let me know and I'll edit it properly. P.S. I do not own Glee…
Enjoy.
-Mouser
Chapter 1
"We can do this right?"
"Yes. It'll just be like boot camp and your first years of college. Before you know it I'll be back hogging the blankets and being mad that you're waking me up before 10."
"I would have thought that the Marines would have cured you of that."
"Well old habits die hard you know."
"Yes San, I know the rule don't wake you before 10 unless it's for sex." Quinn just watched how her girlfriends face as it got that little smirk as she was remembering this morning. Deployment always puts extra stress on her girlfriend but it provided them with some of the hottest sex that they had, something about it might being the last. Her girlfriend of six years was getting ready to be deployed overseas to some God forsaken desert on some mission that would take her a year away from her. At least when she was in boot camp it was in San Diego while she was in New York. They could talk and when Santana had free time she would fly to New York or she would fly to San Diego. But being shipped to Afghanistan would not allow them do such things. But Quinn also knew that this would be part of loving a Marine. Santana had chosen the Marines when she realized that her anger could be used for something better then bullying the freshmen that roamed the halls of their old high school.
Santana Lopez was currently on her fourth year of service to her beloved Marines, but this would be her first time to Afghanistan and she had some fear. None that she would share with her girlfriend right now but maybe before the day was over.
"Baby?"
"Ya San?"
"If something should…" before she could continue Quinn grabbed her face and kissed her fiercely with so much passion that Santana's mind went a little blank. But maybe that was the point. She got lost in Quinn's lips and the way her mouth tasted. The way Quinn's hands went from her face to the back of her neck and just held on for dear life. She was suspended in the kiss and wanted to remember this, this and the morning that had them wrapped up in each other. Legs and arms intertwined where you could not tell where one began and the other ended. It was a perfect love and every day that Santana woke she thanked every higher power for bringing Quinn into her life. She knew this was the woman for her, and when she got back she would ask Quinn to marry her.
After breaking from the kiss, Santana muttered "Forget I said anything."
"That's what I thought. Now let's finish what you have to get done before your flight tonight."
"Right I have a meeting with my Captain in about ten, so I should head out and when I get back we'll just chill and I'll finish packing."
Sure Quinn thought she knew what Santana's idea of chilling was…sex. Not that she would complain. So she let her leave their apartment and would wait for her to return after the meeting.
"Berry." Santana called as she stood up from her chair outside of her favorite café.
"You know, you've known me for six years and you are currently dating my best friend that I would think by now you could call me Rachel."
"Yes. But as I've said once before old habits die hard, besides I'm the only one that calls you Berry so I feel special as should you."
Rachel just rolled her eyes at that statement but it was true, Santana was the only one to call her Berry, along with hobbit, short stuff, tiny human and any other name that she could think of that was a knock on her height. At first she hated it and thought Santana was doing it to be mean, until one Finn Hudson tried to insult her height and Santana went off on him. She then realized that Santana was a friend to her and it was her way of showing her that she cared. A little misguided but there was love there just the same.
"What can I help you with Santana?" Rachel asked as she sat down just as the waitress brought her a drink.
"I ordered for you. I hope you don't mind. Don't worry it's your favorite. I just don't have much time I have to get back to Quinn plus I lied to her and told her I was meeting with my Captain."
"Is this your way of telling me you're going to break up with her and you want me to soften the blow?"
"Why do you think that? You know I love her and would do anything for her. I'm leaving tonight and I need to leave some things behind with someone I trust."
"I know you do Santana I just wanted to see you sweat. And if you need to leave something important behind shouldn't it be with Quinn?"
"Normally yes but this is a little different." As Santana finished that statement she pulled a box and an envelope from her pocket and set them on the table.
"What is this?" Rachel asked and Santana slipped the items towards her.
"You know I leave tonight and I'll be gone for about a year unless we accomplish our mission sooner then I'll be back to collect these and we forget this meeting ever happened."
"Okay now you're scaring me Santana."
"I'm sorry I'm going about this all wrong. The box holds my mother's engagement ring and the envelope holds a letter to Quinn. If something should happen I trust you to give them to her Rachel, and help her heal."
For a moment Rachel was silent which was rare. Anyone who knew Rachel knew she was never silent. And the fact that Santana had said Rachel meant she was serious.
"An engagement ring? A letter?"
"Berry use your words I know you like them." Great Santana thought I broke her.
"Wait what do you mean if something should happen?"
"Look all this time that I've been enlisted I've been stationed here in the US, but this deployment is the big-time. And this mission is…is dangerous. I mean really dangerous Rach. I haven't told Quinn all the details not like I could even if I wanted to. But when I get back I want to collect the ring from you and get down on one knee and propose to her. I want a family with her, little blond children running in the yard as she takes pictures of them. I want to be at her gallery opening for the first time holding her purse as she explains all the details of photography to some snob. I want a lifetime of love but if something happens then I need you to give her this letter, and give her the ring. And hold her hand and help her survive and help her live again."
"Wow. Why not propose now and tell her all of this yourself."
"Because it wouldn't be fair. An engagement should be celebrated with both parties not when one is half across the world. And the letter, the letter is just me telling her that it's okay to move on. That I know she can find happiness elsewhere if that is what she chooses."
Rachel just sat there and allowed Santana's words to sink in. This could be the last time that she ever saw Santana Lopez. Last time that she ever heard Berry with such affection, the last time that she would see her friend light up as she spoke Quinn's name. And in all honesty it made her want to cry, but she wanted to be strong because she could see that this conversation was taking a toll on Santana.
"Okay. I'll hold on to them, but I expect you to collect them and make all those things happen. Plus I want to be a godmother you know."
"Okay Rachel. I'll make you godmother to my children but no way is Finn going to be their godfather." Santana said with a sparkle in her eyes. "Thank you for this. I trust you to carry it out and to keep quiet about all of this if there is no need for the envelope." At that Santana stood and held Rachel to her chest and just hugged her for longer than she ever had before.
"Babe, I'm home." Santana called out but heard no response. She raced up the stairs up to their room and pushed opened the door. There lying on their bed surrounded in soft candle light was Quinn in all her naked glory. God she had never seen a more beautiful woman. Hips and legs and blond hair that fell perfectly across her shoulders. The very definition of femininity and she allowed her eyes and her heart to soak it all in and remember it just in case it would be the last time.
