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This is a pure fluff two-shot. I'm pretty busy, but the second piece should be up by the end of the month. I apologize that it'll take so long and I'll direct you to read my other fics :D

I'm also working on a five-shot that will be added onto the "Mrs. Pierce Knows" story and will deal with the Lopezes. Should be loads of fun to write!

Enjoy!

It was a late November day in Los Angeles and Brittany S. Pierce and Santana Lopez cuddled in Santana's twin bed, tucked away in a corner of her dorm room. The girls went to USC and UCLA, respectively, and although their dorms were under fifteen minutes apart (they had made damn well sure that that would be the farthest they would have to travel when they had selected colleges to apply to), they desperately ached to get even closer.

They were lucky with their dorm mates; they were both nice girls that didn't care if a cross-city rival was regularly within arm's reach in the cramped rooms. When one girl was successfully sneaked in and spent the night, they kept silent on the matter, so long as the two girls kept silent in bed. But these sneak-ins were few and far between; building security would not allow guests to stay the night and the RAs regularly roamed the hallways so it took a bit of conniving to pull it off.

The only way they were regularly able to wake up next to each other was if an afternoon nap was arranged, which is exactly what happened that day. Santana had had a class early in the morning, Brittany soon after. They met at Santana's dorm since her roommate had classes until the evening and showed one another how desperate their longing was.

They drifted in and out of sleep together, basking in the early afternoon sunlight shining through the window.

"I miss this Britt. So much."

"Me too."

Another minute passes. Santana nuzzles Brittany's neck.

Brittany breaks the silence. "You know what? I checked. Married and engaged couples can live off-campus. For both of our schools."

Santana jolts up, looking slightly bewildered. "Are you serious?"

Brittany shifts so she mirrors Santana, propping herself up on her elbow. "Yeah. I stopped by my residence office and Googled yours."

Santana's eyes open widely. She pauses for a long moment, something close to awe etched onto her face, before she ungracefully contorts her body, twists her torso around, jerks open the top drawer of her nightstand, and snatches out something from the very back corner.

She turns back to face Brittany, her eyes filled with hope. She starts to settle back down before her eyebrows twitch in that adorable way Brittany loves and repositions herself so she's kneeling on the bed in front of Brittany, her ankles hanging over the edge. Brittany sees her anxious movements and pulls herself up into a sitting position so she's level with Santana.

Santana takes a shallow breath, her eyes meeting Brittany's. She says the next words way more confidently than she feels.

"Marry me." She discreetly swallows. "I can't spend another day without you. I don't want to wake up again without you next to me." She opens up her fist and turns it over, revealing a small black velvet box.

Santana looks at Brittany with so much love, so much adoration, she feels her eyes start to water. She launches herself at Santana, kissing her wherever there's bare skin, laughing out of sheer joy and exhilaration.

And Santana's kissing her back, one hand clutching Brittany's shirt, the other woven through her hair.

After the two are forced to pull apart to catch their breaths, Brittany lets out a shaky laugh and reaches for the ring box that had been promptly forgotten. She runs a finger over the top of it before sliding it under the lid and unhinging it. Brittany couldn't stop staring at it; it was perfectly what Santana would give her. It was white gold, sleek and modern yet still traditional, with a large sapphire perched in between two smaller diamonds. Her fingers glide over it, working to memorize every crevice and cut perfectly. When she shifts it a bit, she sees there's something engraved on the inner part of the band. She holds it up to the light and reads I love you like never before.

She thinks it's impossible to love someone this much. Surely there must be some sort of rule against it? Against allowing one other person to understand her like this, to make her happy like this, to be like this?

She finally lifts her eyes to meet Santana's. She sees that look. That look. She's sure she's wearing the same one. "You had this?"

"Yeah. I got it in New York when were for there for Nationals in May. I saw it and… well, it was perfect. I had to get it. I sent it away to get engraved this summer but I didn't plan on using it until after college, after we had jobs. Until we were like, twenty-five."

She gives a little chuckle before growing visibly nervous. "So that's a yes, right? Is that a yes?"

Brittany grins. "Grab my purse, San."

Santana looks a lot more nervous now and confusion is added in there. She edges herself off the bed to get it from where Brittany had so unceremoniously dumped it the second she entered the room and kneels back on the bed, sitting on her calves, the handbag resting on the girls' knees.

Brittany flips it open, fishes around in the bag, and pulls out a box. A small box. A ring-sized box.

She turns the box over in her hand, facing it towards Santana. Her grin widens. "Marry me?"

Now Santana's the one crying as she hastily opens the little leather cube to reveal a ring that, and there was no other way to describe it, was so perfectly Brittany and Santana combined. It was whimsical yet sophisticated, fun yet bold. The gold band tapered at the ends and spiraled and curved around itself like ivy. Three small pairs of sapphires and rubies were embedded into the metal so it was smooth to the touch.

Santana gapes at Brittany, then at the ring, then back at Brittany. "But how did you…"

"I saw it when we visited here over the summer. It was the same thing that happened to you."

Santana can't help but repeat herself, this time with more emphasis. "But how did you…"

"Kurt."

She mutters a curse. "I knew I shouldn't have asked him to cover for me in New York."

Brittany giggles. "We can still wait until we're twenty-five like you said. I still want that. But right now I just want you."

Santana dives forward for another deep kiss.

"Put it on me San?"

"Let's do them at the same time."

They fumble with the rings and their hands, struggling to find some sort of arrangement that would allow them to simultaneously put them on. Brittany laughs at how frustrated Santana gets; Santana can't help but turn her pout into a grin.

Once they finally manage to get the rings on, getting used to the new weight, they wrap their arms around each other, leaning their foreheads together. Their mouths are centimeters apart.

"I love you, Brittany."

"I love you, Santana."

They kiss again, slowly this time, without the frenzy that their kisses normally had when they discovered themselves in a room to themselves, but not without the passion. They sink back down on the mattress, wrapped in each others' arms, content to stare at each other, at their fiancé. The rest of the world can wait for now.

"Hey San?"

"Mhm?"

Santana tucks a piece of loose blond hair behind Brittany's ear, her fingers lingering there to play with her locks.

"I can't wait to tell people."

"Like who?"

"Everyone! Calling and telling people is the most fun part! You know, other than the whole getting married and wedding part, especially the part where you get to be my wife." Santana's stomach swoops at the sound of that word.

"We'll tell them all, together. But first, I think I want you to myself for a while."

Brittany's eyes glint in understanding and she raises her eyebrows. "You have a class in an hour."

"Not anymore."

And with that, she wastes no time in pushing Santana onto her back.