As we cruised down the highway on the way back to Ohio the day after the ceremony I barely glanced at the road because I spent the whole car ride staring at my new wife. The blazing sun bounced off Brittany's golden locks all the way home. I couldn't stop thinking about what Burt had said at the ceremony, about realising how lucky he was that he didn't have to cross a state border to marry the love of his life. He was right I guess, it sucked that the state of Ohio didn't recognise what me and Brittany had as a legal union, considering the questionable pairings I've seen leaving the courthouse in Lima. But in that moment I didn't care, yes it will be nice one day when we can be legally united in the state we were both born in but for now, what we have is enough. It's more than enough, I feel like the luckiest woman in the world now that I know I have my best friend, the most beautiful girl in the world and the love of my life by my side until the day I die.

We finally pulled into my driveway just as the sun was setting. Brittany killed the engine, she leaned her head back on the headrest, closed her eyes and audibly exhaled. I reached across the car and squeezed her lower thigh, "You tired baby?"

"It's been a long couple of days."

"The best though, right?"

She opened her eyes and looked at me, "I love you so much Santana Lopez-Pierce. You have made me the happiest woman alive."

"Not even possible, I can't have made you as happy as you've made me," she reached up and stroked my cheek affectionately. "Now come on, let me carry you over the threshold so we can get started on the rest of our lives."

When I woke up my old bed the next morning, Brittany was already awake and propped up on her elbow staring down at me. "Morning Wifey," I said and wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her down towards me and kissing her.

There was still a part of me that felt slightly strange about having sex with Brittany in my childhood room. The same room I had lost my virginity to Finn Hudson in. The same room Brit and I had had so many sleepovers where I had to pretend I wasn't looking when she changed into her cat pyjamas. The room we had kissed and made love in for the first time and afterwards I'd played it cool and pretended it meant nothing. The same room I'd cried myself to sleep in countless nights because it pained me so much to be so close to her and not be able to have her.

Now, as we moved together in that same bed, our bodies felt like one, like there had never been anything between us. Not having anything to hide, having nothing to be ashamed of, it makes me appreciate how far I've come.

We lay side by side afterwards, marinating in each other's warmth. After a while Brit turned to me and said "What are we going to do?"

"About what?"

"About the rest of our lives?"

I smiled, "Don't you worry about that baby, I got it covered."

I held firmly onto Brittany's hips and guided her up the staircase whilst she complained, "Santana, I think an eight hour road trip is long enough to be blindfolded. Santana, I think I might be losing my sight. Santana, I can't even imagine unicorns inside my brain anymore, this is serious."

I giggled and whispered into her neck, "How do you know we were in the car for eight hours?"

"Have you forgotten you married a genius? Calculating speed and stoppage, I've already worked out that we're in New York City."

I frowned and ripped off her blindfold. "Must you ruin everything with your far superior brain Brittany Lopez-Pierce?"

"Yup," she nodded firmly. Glancing around the dark corridor we now found ourselves in she asked, "Where, exactly, are we?"

I grabbed the handle and slid back the door, "Ta-da!"

Brittany walked into the loft, "Santana! How the hell did you get this back?"

I shrugged, "Simple really, after I had informed the owner of the antics of the previous tenants and their, ahem, guests, he couldn't sell it to me quick enough."

Brittany spun on her heal and faced me, open mouthed. "You actually bought this place?"

"Yup. It's all ours, our marital home," I walked over to her and slipped my arms around her waist, she hung hers over my shoulders. "Welcome home baby," I whispered.

"Thank you," she leaned into me and pushed my mouth open with her own. I closed my eyes and felt her soft tongue slip into my mouth. Suddenly she stopped, "Where's the bedroom?" I laughed, grabbed her hand and dragged her to the back of the apartment, to the bedroom that had once belonged to one Rachel Berry. Sure, it was a point of concern in buying this place, would I ever be able to sleep in this room knowing that her smug, self-satisfied ego had once filled it from wall to wall? I eventually settled on yes, if there's one thing strong enough to extinguish the ghostly remnants of Rachel Berry's nasally vocal warm ups, it's the passionate lovemaking of one Brittany S. Pierce and one Santana Lopez.

Not that we had to try too hard, as the days and the weeks went by, any remnants of the previous tenants quickly faded and the first generation of the New York loft became nothing but a fond memory, making room for New York Loft 2.0: The Brittany and Santana Years. Living in the city that never sleeps with my new wife was simply bliss. I spent my days wowing the pathetic wannabes that graced the halls of the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts whilst Brittany spent hers shocking the know-it-alls at NYU into oblivion. Most days we met for lunch and compared notes on who we'd made feel insignificant that particular day over a picnic in central park. Then in the evenings we'd ride the subway together back to our perfect little love nest and share sweet lady kisses whilst feeding each other cheese fondue until one of us, usually Brittany, could resist tiredness no longer and fell asleep in the other's arms. Life was pretty sweet.