Song in italics. I think I might make another part to this. I'm not too sure though, it depends on how many people like this.

Santana looked at herself in her rearview mirror for the twentieth time as she smoothed out her already neat hair. She had been sitting in the Pierce family's driveway for the past half hour. Her and Brittany had come back home to visit before college graduation. They had made it. They had become official their senior year of high school and had remain faithful to each other all throughout college.

Santana smiled to herself as she remembered all the times she had come home to their tiny, one bedroom apartment in New York, to find that Brittany had pushed all their furniture against the wall and was trying out new dance routines to teach the little kids at the dance studio she worked at. It had been a pretty shitty four years, but Brittany made it worth living.

Brittany was her sunshine and her anchor. She lit up Santana's world and kept her grounded. Which was why she had left Brittany asleep at her parents' house.

The Lopez family hadn't really taken Santana's coming out very well. After seeing their daughter laugh and smile as if she didn't have a care in the world when she was with Brittany, they gave their blessing. They soon became more supportive and loving than Santana had ever dreamed of.

Santana looked at herself in the mirror and let out a laugh. "You're Santana Motherfucking Lopez. You get your fucking ass in there and do what you know you've been destined to do since you first fell in love with baby blues." She said to herself.

She made her way to the door, taking deep, calming breaths. Right before her finger pressed the doorbell the door opened to reveal Mr. Pierce in his bathrobe and a grin on his face. "Watching you sit in my driveway for the past half hour was very entertaining as I drank my coffee." He said to Santana in his mildly thick Dutch accent.

She gave him a nervous grin and a quick hug before following him into the house. "Where's our ray of sunshine?" He asked sitting down on the couch and motioning for Santana to sit in the armchair across from him. "She's still asleep at my parents' house. I wanted to talk to you alone." Santana said, her hands suddenly sweaty.

Mr. Pierce studied Santana for a minute. He remembered when the young woman in front of him was a little girl, with band-aids on her scrapped knees and a scowl too mean for a young child. That little girl, just like the woman in front of him, protected his daughter. He let that thought calm his worries a little. "Is she okay? Are you okay?" He asked, his tone revealing his emotions to the latina.

Santana shook her head vigorously, telling him no. He nodded his head, his worries suddenly seeming ridiculous. His fear was suddenly replaced by his curiosity. "Well what is it that you need to talk about with me?" He asked, his expression slightly reminding Santana of Brittany and making her smile.

Santana gathered every ounce of courage and badassness in her body and looked into his green eyes. "If you don't mind I'd prefer to sing what I have to ask to you." She said, her heartbeat skyrocketing, convincing her that she was heading straight for a heart attack.

Mr. Pierce's eyebrows shot up. Santana never did anything that caused her to wear her heart on her sleeve. He had known the young woman long enough to know that for a fact. He smiled and gestured for her to start, when he realized that Santana proudly wore her heart on her sleeve for their little dancer.

Sir, I'm a bit nervous

About being her today

Still not too sure what I'm going to say

So bare with me please

If I take up too much of your time

Santana gave Mr. Pierce a pleading look. He returned it with a soft smile. She was the only other person on the planet that he loved to hear sing. Brittany being, of course, his first favorite and also Santana's.

See in this box is a ring for your oldest

She's my everything and all that I know is

It would be such a relief if I knew that we were on the same side

Cause very soon I'm hoping that I

Santana pulled a small black box out of her jacket pocket and pushed it as far as she could on top of the coffee table, to Mr. Pierce as she sang. She smiled as he opened the box to reveal a 20-kart princess cut diamond.

Can marry your daughter

And make her my wife

I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life

And give her the best of me 'til the day that I die, yeah

She poured all her heart and soul into the song. She hoped that he could see all the love that she held for his daughter in her eyes and in her voice.

And make her my queen

She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen

I can't wait to smile

When she walks down the aisle

On the arm of her father

On the day that I marry your daughter

She broke out into a huge smile at the vision of watching Brittany in a white dress walking down the aisle towards her. She really couldn't wait to marry her. She wanted the whole world to know that she was madly in love with Brittany S. Pierce. It boggled her mind that she didn't do it during their early high school years.

She's been here every step

Since the day that we met

I'm scared to death to think of what would happen if she ever left

So don't you ever worry about me ever treating her bad

I've got most of my vows done so far

So bring on the better or worse

There's no doubt in my mind

It's time

I'm ready to start

I swear to you with all of my heart

Santana ended. Her breath coming out in short gasps due to her erratic heartbeat. She couldn't read the look on Mr. Pierce's face, which worried her since most of his facial expressions were passed down to Brittany.

"Mr. Pierce?" Santana said, her tone questioning and scared. She looked down at her hands and wrung them together, noticing the sweat on them.

He looked Santana in the eye and let out a huge grin. "I should have known that this was what you wanted to talk about." He chuckled. "I just figured that you would have asked for my daughter's hand in marriage earlier." Santana gave him a slight smile, slightly agreeing with him.

Mr. Pierce stood up and stepped around the coffee table, standing in front of the surprised latina. He smiled even wider at her bewildered face before pulling her into his arms.

Santana fought the urge to wiggle her feet as he held onto her, as she used to do when she was little and Mr. Pierce would do this. She had to be at least a foot or two off the ground. She felt tears coming from her eyes as he slightly spun her around.

He finally put her down and beamed at her. "Santana, you've always been apart of the Pierce family. So you asking me to have my permission to marry my daughter, just seems like you're asking to make it legal." He said, his own happy tears spilling from his eyes.

He handed her back the ring. "It's beautiful. Brittany's going to love it. You want me to go wake Mrs. Pierce? I'm sure she's love to see the ring." He asked, excitement and happiness shinning in his eyes.

Santana laughed. "You don't need to wake her, I'm pretty sure Brittany would love to show her the ring herself. Do ask her if she's okay with this when she wakes up, please." She asked, nervous.

Brittany's mom had a bit of a hard time accepting their relationship. She had known about the girl's feelings for each other since they were little. Mother's intuition and the fact that when her Brittany was only six years old she had walked right up to her and announced that someday she was going to marry Santana.

But it was what had happened during the years after that announcement that made it hard for her. She had heard Brittany cry over the girl plenty of times and Santana's promiscuous reputation was no secret. Once Santana was serious and tired of hiding she had began to win Mrs. Pierce over.

Mr. Pierce nodded his head and squeezed her shoulder. "You better get going. We don't want Brittany to wake up and think you've disappeared or have gone invisible." He said to her, a fond smile on his face.

She gave him one last hug, hopefully this was the last time she'd hug him as Brittany Pierce's girlfriend. She left the house with a dreamy smile on her face and butterflies in her stomach to ask the girl of her dreams to marry her.

The song is Marry Your Daughter by Brian Mcknight. His sons did a cover on it and their cover is the one that I'm addicted to. What do you guys think? Should I make a sequel?