A/N: Based on this ice-breaker: If you had your own talk show, who would your first three guests be? (Yes, I know the only thing similar is the talk show. Emphasis, based on.)
She's been waiting for this moment for years.
Okay Brittany, you can do this.
Brittany walks out from backstage to a studio full of cameras and people hired to be the audience for the talk show.
Talk show, you ask?
Yeah. Brittany's the host of Fondue for Two. Fuck the haters who said she'd never make it. Several years of blood and sweat, with no one but her girlfriend by her side…FFTs a household name now, raking in millions.
But enough about the past; it's the time for now.
The show's theme song ends, and Brittany walks in, greeted with applause.
She smiles at the camera, winks at the balding man near the front of the audience who surprisingly swoons, and twirls to sit in her chair. She wheels back and places her feet on the desk.
"Hey everyone, welcome back to Fondue for Two! Wheel it in, men!"
Two guys in cat suits (in honor of Lord Tubbington, may he rest in peace) wheel in the huge pot of fondue and settle it near the table laden with bite-sized appetizers. They turn around to face Brittany and give her a salute. They stay in position as Brittany stands up and gives them the Vulcan salute. They notice the signal and scamper off.
She has five minutes.
I can't do this.
Yes I can.
No I can't.
Yes I can.
Brittany fingers the box in her pocket. Then she remembers she's on a nationally-aired talk show.
She turns to the audience and smiles even brighter.
"So, you guys are probably wondering who we're bringing in today. She's pretty smart, graduating top of her class in high school, graduating from our very own Stanford University and earning a Doctorate in Philosophy in Comparative Literature. Right now, she has a novel that's on its way to becoming a best seller. But enough about that. Our guest is also gorgeous, sexy, kind, funny, adorable, and the love of my life, everyone, welcome Santana Lopez!"
The room is filled with applause and awwwws, and in a few seconds, Santana comes in. She looks stunning, and Brittany can't help but feel nervous.
You can't do this.
Shut the fuck up.
Santana waves to the audience and blows a kiss to the camera, like the adorkable goober she is, and sits herself on the sofa.
"Hey."
"Hi."
Brittany has to get a hold of herself. It's almost time.
She turns to the camera.
"Sometimes, I forget how these shows begin."
She pouts, then her face lights up as if she was stuck by an idea.
"Hey San," she says, turning to her girlfriend. "I need to ask you a question. Get your lazy ass over here."
Santana sticks a tongue out at her but still walks to her side. It's cute that she's still taller than her, even with her killer heels.
Stop taking so long, Brittany. Any second now.
"Yes, your highness?"
"I was wondering," she says, looking at the audience. "Did you guys know that lgbtq marriage is legal here now?"
She walks in front of Santana as the lights dim. The room is down to a hush, with only the notes to a familiar song disturbing the silence.
Thanks Sam.
It's now or never.
She kneels in front of her.
"I wanted to be with you ever since I met you. I know that we're not perfect, but that makes us perfect, because we love each other even with our imperfections. You complete me, you make me better, you fill up all the empty spaces that life gave me. You were there for me, you supported me, you believed in me, and, I don't know what I'd be now without you. I wanted to be with you ever since I saw you at that playground trying to reach for the monkey bars. But I loved you since before the beginning of time. I was made to love you. Santana Maria Lopez, will you marry me?"
Her eyes never leave hers throughout the whole dialogue, and she watches as they grow moist.
She hears the smallest of whispers.
"Ye—yes."
Brittany stands up and kisses her.
Finally.
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