Description: A/U Future Fic- Rachel and Santana had been together for a few years now and Santana is about to propose but wants to do it the right way. Being the 'gentleman' that she is, she seeks Rachel's fathers' permission first.

Inspiration based off the song: Stealing Cinderella by Chuck Wicks
Some of the lyrics will be incorporated into the story and will be in italics.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters. Everything belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox.

I just own the story and use the characters.


Stealing Cinderella

It was early December and the Ohio snow blanketed everything that was unfortunate enough to be left out in the cold. The air was rather chilly but no wind was blowing and the snow fell softly all around Santana. She stood outside the Berry house bundled up in her wool coat, black leather gloves, and scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, just staring at the front door. She had no idea how long she had been out there or even whether Rachel's fathers' were home. She had taken a detour to stop in Lima on her way to Los Angeles for one of her business trips. Santana worked with the FBI as a technical analyst which required her to travel on some occasions to go set up security protocol at the many headquarters around the country.

The truth is, Santana had met Rachel's fathers' a few times when they came to visit Rachel in New York but it was only for a few hours as she had to leave for the airport on one of her trips. It wasn't that she wanted to leave. Quite the contrary actually. She would have been more than happy to stay at their apartment and host her girlfriend's parents but she had scheduled vacation times and could only be taken at certain times of the year for holidays or summer breaks.

It was because of these small interactions that gave her the impression that the Berry men wouldn't approve of the Latina marrying their daughter. She didn't want them to think that because she had to leave every now and then for the short trips that she was incapable of providing for her or giving her the love and attention she deserved. Most nights and weekends they were just like an ordinary couple; Dinner, movies, activities with their friends, and so on. It just happened to be bad timing when Rachel's dads' were available to come visit.

Santana nudged her glasses up a bit, took a deep breath and watched the smoky looking air leave her mouth on the exhale. She walked up the front steps and rang the door bell. She listened intently for any sign that her hopeful father-in-laws would be home. She waited a few moments before ringing the bell once more. When it seemed that nobody was home she slowly backed away and turned to leave.

The door cracked open and the Latina turned on her heal immediately to see Daniel, a well built, muscular man with dirty blonde hair.

"Santana?"

"Hi… Mr. Berry… it's good to see you."

The man looked around and worry etched in his features when he realized that his daughter wasn't there.

"You too, is everything alright? Where's Rachel? Is she okay?"

Santana was quick to answer, not wanting to cause any anxiety on his behalf.

"No, no, Rachel is fine… she's at home in New York, I actually just wanted to see if you and Mr. Berry were home. I sort of have something I wanted to talk to you about."

The man sighed in relief but his body language was still firm and intimidating. Most likely a combination of his job as a police officer and well… probably just the sheer fact that Santana was about to ask him for his daughters hand. She was already nervous enough building up the courage to ask Rachel; she's had the ring picked out and in her pocket for 2 months now.

"Of course, please come in." He moved aside and outstretched is arm, ushering her into his home. "Kevin is at work right now and won't be home until later tonight, is there something I could help you with? Do you have time to stay?"

She slowly turned to the man as he closed the door behind them, slightly disappointed that she couldn't talk to both of them.

"Oh um… yes… I was just hoping to talk to the both of you, but I have to be back at the airport in a few hours to continue on to L.A. for work."

"Would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea? I just put on some hot water." He said making his way towards the revolving door into the kitchen as the whistling sound starting ringing out.

"No thank you sir." She said calmly but nervously.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

Santana nodded and the man walked out of the room, leaving the Latina in the beautifully decorated living room. She could hear him clattering around the kitchen, opening cupboards and drawers. She heard the hushed sound of his voice, now, evidently talking on the telephone.

Her face fell for a moment, hoping to whatever higher powers that would listen that he hadn't called Rachel. This was the last trip she would have to take before Christmas and then she would be able to take 2 weeks off to stay at home for the holidays to be with her girlfriend. Rachel didn't know she made a stop on her way to Los Angeles, obviously, as the proposal was meant to be a surprise. She didn't want to be nosy. After all, she had more to lose in this situation and turning into an eves dropping guest in her girlfriends parent's home wouldn't push things in her favor.

She tried to press the thought out of her mind and turned towards the mantle piece to see at least a dozen pictures of Rachel, mostly of her when she was younger but there were a few of her growing up and even one of Rachel and Santana- the first professional photo they had taken as a couple. She didn't even know her girlfriend had sent them this.

Santana scanned them all and smiled. She was playing Cinderella, riding her first bike, bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight, running through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin, dancing with her dads' and looking up at them.

Santana moved closer to the mantle to get a closer look at the photo of the mini version of her girlfriend jumping on the bed, pillow in hand, with a signature Rachel Berry smile.

"She's really something isn't she?" Mr. Berry's voice came from behind her.

Santana turned to look at him before glancing back at the photo with a smile.

"Yeah… she's quite a woman." Santana said proudly, knowing full well that Rachel was, without a doubt, the best thing that had ever happened to her.

They were introduced by their mutual friend Quinn. The woman had invited her to go see one of Rachel's performances at Julliard when she was a senior at NYU and was almost immediately drawn to the shorter brunette. Her charm, her personality, her positive outlook on almost any situation, and to Santana, she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life. The fact that she had stolen the show that night was just icing on the cake.

The Latina remembered that night like it was yesterday and she turned from the picture back to Mr. Berry. The man stared at her for a while, not saying a word. Santana could see it in his eyes and she glanced past and over his shoulder to a picture of him and Rachel that was hanging on the wall.

In all sincerity, Mr. Berry knew when Santana was at the door what the fiery woman was going to ask once he accessed that his daughter wasn't hurt or in any danger. Rachel called home once a week to tell them everything that was happening in her life as well as Santana's. They could hear how happy Santana made her and learned quickly that they were both head over heals for each other. Although they were saddened when they couldn't spend more time with the woman who had stolen their daughters heart, they knew without a doubt that they were meant to be together. The fact that Santana respected them enough to come ask their permission was the greatest gift she could have given them, which is why Daniel had called his husband a few moments ago in the kitchen to tell him.

Santana began to speak, her nervousness almost getting the best of her when Mr. Berry stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her into a hug.

"Yes."

Santana's eyes went wide and she looked up to the taller man. "What?" She asked confused. She hadn't even asked the question yet.

He smiled down at her. "Yes, you have our permission." Santana hugged him again.

"Take care of her Santana. She's our little girl after all." He said not letting her out of his embrace.

Santana understood and nodded. If he gives me a hard time, I can't blame the fella. I'm the one who's Stealing Cinderella.

"I will sir. You have my word."


Let me know what you think. Should I continue or leave it as a one-shot?=)

Hope you all liked it. I love the song and this just popped into my head.