I dunno what this is. I found it in my drafts from forever ago. Figured I'd post it.
Sticking her hand in her pocket, Santana ran her fingers along the small box for about the fifteenth time that afternoon. She took her hand out of her pocket and grabbed her girlfriend's hand. "What do you want for Christmas?" she asked her. She listened to her laugh and tell her that it was Christmas today, as if she didn't already know that, and that it was a little late to be asking. She all but rolled her eyes at the girl. "I know that, I just.. I wanted to see if I was close."
"You," was her girlfriend's response. "I just want to keep you as my girlfriend. That's all." Not only was that a perfect example of why this girl melted her heart, but also a perfect example to why she had to do what she was about to do. She looked down at their hands and smiled, running her thumb over the back of Quinn's hand. "What if… what if I said I didn't want to be your girlfriend anymore? If I didn't want you to be my girlfriend anymore?" She looked up and saw the shock flash across the blonde's face and suddenly realized the implication of her words. "Oh no, wait! I didn't mean it like that. I meant.. I, um, meant that…"
Santana was a nervous wreck. She was nervous to begin with, but then she gave Quinn the wrong idea which caused her to start stumbling over her own words. This is not how this was supposed to go. Sighing and taking a breath, she tried again. "I meant what if I didn't want to be your girlfriend anymore and I want to be... your wife? And... have you be my wife?" She let go of her girlfriend's hand and ran it across the small box in her pocket for the sixteenth time, this time pulling it out. She got down on one knee and opened the box. She couldn't remember a single word she had prepared for this speech she'd practiced so many times. She looked into the hazel orbs of the girl she loved and it was all gone. Everything but them, gone.
She smiled up at her and decided she should probably say something. "Quinn, baby… I am so in love with you. I have been for years and it'd be a complete lie if I told you it wasn't the best day of my entire life the day you told that you were in love with me too. I've known you my whole life, Q, and you're the only person that I've ever really been in love with. You're the only person I've ever really cared about. You're the first thing I think of in the morning, the last thing I think of before I go to sleep, and the only thing I think of in between. And… and I want to marry you. I'm so freaking lucky to be able to call you my girlfriend and the only way I could possibly get luckier is if I could call you my wife. So, baby girl… will you do me the honor? Will you marry me?"