A/N: I decided to just post one shots within this and the premise of this very short one is that Santana's just graduated from med school at Louisville. I might continue, I might not, but here's a very short something.
Louisville
Fucking Louisville, who'd have ever thought?
But you're here, on stage, clad in cap and gown. And she's there, in the crowd with your parents, cheering you on.
Later, that night you kiss her soundly in the quiet of your apartment. Proud of your damn self.
"We're getting out of here, Q."
She smiles and nods, because she knows and she believes in you.
When she kisses you back her arms around your shoulders you can feel her pride in you wash over your body. Literally down to your toes.
"I can't wait to fuck Dr. Lopez." She whispers against your lips. And well damn, this woman knows exactly what to say.
In the morning, she lays on your chest tracing light patterns on your forearm.
You feel more than hear her light chuckling.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing." She says after a moment, pushing herself up to hover over you. "I'm just, really happy."
Her lips capture yours and you can't help but find yourself laughing too.