Heads or Tails?
Canon Brittana all the way till before the proposal.
All mistakes are mine. So be kind.
"Hey, Britt? Pass me the salt, please?" Santana spears a bit of steak and takes the offered salt shaker as Brittany passes it to her. "Thanks."
"Tsk. You do know you're supposed to cut down on sodium. We aren't in our 20s anymore." The blond chastises and eats her broccoli.
"Yeah, yeah. I know." Santana rolls her eyes lovingly at her girlfriend. "I've been with you for over a decade, of course I know we aren't in our 20s anymore."
"13 years, 2 months and 11 days, to be exact." Brittany glances over to Santana and gives her a grin.
Santana stops chewing and points her knife at Brittany. "Are you counting from the time we got together in high school or after you dropped out of MIT?"
Brittany throws another glance at Santana and mock gasps. "You mean, you don't know this?" Santana gives her a pointed glare. "Okay, okay, fine. It's all the time when we were officially together. So from when we were still in McKinley to the in betweens during your college days in Kentucky to Hawaii till now."
Santana gives Brittany her best smile. "You've been keeping track this entire time, Britt?" Scowling, she looks down bashfully. "I'm sorry I only know from when we really got together after you graduated." She pauses and looks at Brittany. "Not everyone has a math brain like you, freak."
Brittany giggles and picks up her wine glass. "I know. But you love me all the same." She tilts her glass at Santana. "I'm not expecting you to know, San. I just like to keep track." She shrugs. "Maybe later when I finally get my time machine built, I'd be able to pin point the exact times to send ourselves back so we'd have another decade longer together."
Santana clinks their glasses together. "I do love you." She murmurs and takes a sip from her glass. "That'll make an interesting story to tell our kids."
Brittany eyes light up. "Yeah? Kids?"
The other woman across the table nods slowly. "Well, yeah. We've sorta discussed this, Britt. Growing up an only child was really boring - until you came along that is."
Brittany leans over and links their pinky together, giving Santana a chaste kiss and rubs their noses together.
Settling back in her seat, she lifts her wine glass to her lips again. "I always did think we'd be married first though." She contemplates quietly.
Santana's brown eyes lift from her plate to Brittany's blue ones. "Well, yes." She promises.
Pushing her almost finished dinner aside, she rests her elbows on the table and locks her fingers together. "When then, San?" Blue eyes looks over at Santana's. "I know we haven't exactly discussed this idea of when, but I always thought we would've been married by now ..." She trails off.
Santana puts her glass down. She gets up and moves over to Brittany's side of the table. "Baby, you do know it's a matter of when and not if, right?" She gently lifts Brittany's chin up so she can look into her lover's eyes. "I love you, and you'd make me the happiest woman when you say yes."
Santana was not expecting the look of confusion on Brittany's face as she tilts her head sideways. "When I'd say yes?" She scowls a little. "I thought I was the one who was going to propose." She whines.
Santana laughs and brushes some hair behind Brittany's ear. "Yeah? But I already have ideas." She wiggles her eyebrows while Brittany scowls some more. "Sweetheart, is it that important to you?" She plays with Brittany's fingers on the table. "I've always thought one of the reasons how I knew I was gay was because I could never envision a guy proposing to me." She shudders at the mere thought of it. "I always thought I'd be the one proposing."
She leans in gently to give Brittany a kiss on the cheek. "And in my dreams, it was always you that I'd be getting down on one knee in front of."
Brittany cups Santana's face with her hand and rests their forehead together. "I don't really care how it happens, San. I just think it should happen soon." She pulls back and looks into Santana's brown eyes. "I'm not saying I'm not interested in the details. We've had a really wonderful journey together and it seems like our destination has been set all along. So, what are we waiting for?"
Santana looks back at her, deep in thought. "I'm not exactly sure, Britt. But ... just to make sure so there aren't any miscommunications, we are getting married, then?"
Brittany smiles. "Yes." A pause. "Is that a proposal?"
Santana returns her smile easily. "No." She says coyly. "My parents and not to mention yours would be so upset if I didn't tell them of our plans first." She shakes her head firmly. "No, this needs to be planned in more detail, Britt. You deserve better."
Brittany laughs and makes a face. "You're right. Our parents would kill us if we did this in secret." She laughs. "Maybe we could elope ..." She trails off as Santana snorts and hits her slightly on the shoulder. "Ow!"
"Which part of it not being a secret didn't you get, darling?" Santana mocks her.
"All right, all right. So, the plan is we're getting married." Brittany looks at Santana for confirmation. She nods.
"And we aren't sure of the when and where." She looks at Santana again. Santana shrugs.
"And also the 'who's asking' for that matter." Brittany continues.
Santana opens her mouth to reply but stops when Brittany holds her hand up. "Before you say anything, can I just suggest something?"
Santana closes her mouth. "Okay, what is it?"
Brittany walks over to her wallet and takes out a coin. "We flip a coin. The winner gets to decide who gets to propose."
Santana's eyebrows shoot up at the suggestion. "Lemme get this straight - you want to flip a coin so that we know which one of us gets to propose?"
Brittany nods and flips the nickel into the air experimentally. "Uhuh."
Santana lunges at her and gives her a kiss. "I knew I'd be marrying a genius!"