HELLO! I'm Candace and this is my first story on here.

There will be two parts to this- Santana's POV and Julian's POV. Julian's POV was written by my friend, Marissa.

If you read, PLEASE leave feedback. Don't be afraid to be brutally honest!

Note; Paragraphs that are Italicized are flashbacks.

Santana walked down the foggy street by herself wiping her tears as she passed a bar filled with drunken people laughing. Her and Julian got into a bit of a verbal altercation not long before she ran out of the house, crying and trying to calm herself down, not paying attention to where she was walking.

Earlier that day, Santana had yelled at the Paparazzi for asking personal questions that Santana had already declined to answer. Those questions were regarding the sex scandals the two have been getting into lately. Her intentions were good, it was Julian who over reacted. It was Julian who started the argument.

Santana walked down the street with her head hung low, checking up every now and then to make sure she wouldn't run into anyone, or anything. She thought about all of the previous fights they've gotten into the past three years and how they weren't as big of a fight as this one was. They usually just bickered about who didn't do what around the house, who slept on the others side of the bed, who didn't pay the bill, typical boyfriend/girlfriend stuff. She didn't know how to react in this situation, so she did the first thing that came to mind. She ran.

"Santana! Do you know what this could do to my career? My life? You can't just speak your mind! I would have thought you knew that after three years of being with me. I guess not." Julian half-yelled at Santana as she scoffed and rolled her Dark Brown eyes as she spoke up

"What was I suppose to do? Smile pretty for the camera? Dance around like Kim Kardashian? You can't seriously be mad at me! "

"YES I CAN!" He retorted and yelled louder than last time. Santana teared up and watched Julian's facial expression soften as he reached out to pull her into a hug.

"San.." she backed away not wanting to have anything to do with him right now.

"Don't." She folded her arms and tried to hold back the pool of tears that were ready to fall if she said anything else "I love you Jules, you know I do. But you need to learn when to put me first. When to put us first." She grabbed her coat, and walked out of the door. As soon as she did, she heard Julian call for her. That's when she broke into hysterics and just walked away. Not paying much attention to which way she was going.

She teared up again just thinking about the fight. She wondered if she had ruined three years of an amazing, immense, loving relationship over a few finger gestures and vulgar words. She wanted to pull out her phone to call him and just tell him that she's sorry and make up. But not this time, she's not giving in so easily. It really hurt her that he put everything before her and didn't stick up for her this time. She almost felt rejected in a way and didn't know how to say so. She wants him to fight for her this time. So she just carried on wandering around, smiling sadly at a few strangers.

She walked for a while and then sat down on a bench outside of the Sub shop. A couple who were obviously very okay with displaying how they felt in public passed by her, not even noticing she was sitting there. It reminded her of the times her and Julian we're having sex in the most random-but secluded spots trying to avoid the paparazzi. She laughed just thinking about it.

She loved Julian more than anything in the entire world, and she wanted to spend her life with him. She loved the way he randomly hugged her just because he wanted to hold his world in his arms for a few moments before he had to go to work. She loved the way he would bicker, tossing around "I'm fine" instead of taking her advice to see a doctor. She loved the way he snored lightly when he slept. She especially loved the way he still complimented her, and called her Ms. Lopez after three years. She only wishes that he would change the Lopez to his last name. She's dreamt of the different ways she would like for him to propose to her. She's actually scribbled them down in a notebook somewhere in the house, hoping that he would find it, getting the hint. They've really never talked about marriage, but a girl can dream, can't she?

If her life was a movie, this would be the part where she would be walking down the street, singing a song relevant to her situation, surrounded by the happy, lovey-dovey couples walking past her. But no, her life is not a movie, there is no one else walking down the sidewalk, and she currently cannot think of a song to fit this situation. She probably could, but she's too upset to.

The Brunette got up off the bench and started walking back home. She figured she'd better get her ass home before Julian puts her face on a milk carton. As she was walking down the street, she heard a familiar voice and abruptly stopped, listening to him talk.

"I'm sorry" he shouted out. "Please, please forgive me. Don't hate me."

She stood still waiting for him to continue

"I promise to be more considerate."

Again, she didn't speak.

"I promise to prove to you, that you do come first."

And again, nothing came from her mouth.

"I promise I'll give in & go to the doctors once a year?"

"Make it an annual thing, and we'll talk." She smirked to him giving in. He laughed "If it keeps you with me, I'll go every three months."

She turned around to face him, locking her eyes on his, watching him walk to her cautiously.

"San…" She smiled just as he crashed his lips onto hers and grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him.

Santana evened her breath out as she laid next to Julian after they just finished round one of make up sex.
She looked at him "I'm still mad at you… Just because I love you, doesn't mean you can act however you please."

He played with the ends of her hair and responded without skipping a beat.

"I know. I've always known though. That you were more important. If I had to choose between you and the business, I'd quit in a heartbeat"

"But, you say that-"

"And then I act differently, I know."

He stopped for a moment and propped himself up on his elbow and studied her body. For a moment, she felt self-conscious. He kissed her neck, worked his way up to her jaw, then her lips.

"I promise you, it won't happen again." His hands roamed every exposed place on her tan body and she let out a small moan past her pink swollen lips.

"Besides, you just can't walk away, once we're married" A smile spread across her face then faded just a bit as she narrowed her eyes

"Is this you proposing to me?"

He just smiled and kissed her as he was kissing her for the first time.