A/N: Here you are, last part of this sweet little story. Still for my boo.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in here except Gary and any mistakes.

Song: Only Hope by Mandy Moore


The little boy was glaring at his mama so hard it made the woman shiver, "Why did Hope run away?" he asked, more like demanded.

"Because she was scared, but also because she needed time to think," she chuckled, running her fingers through his hair.

"Did she come back?"

"Nope, Iris, being the stubborn one she is, went after Hope..."


It had been two hours since Santana left the apartment, Rachel was in love with her. Rachel Berry was in love with Santana Lopez, the names sound different enough to make anyone they knew turn there heads if both were used in the same sentence. Santana didn't mean to run, she was gonna go in and apologize to the diva but as she listened to the conversation her bestfriend and roomie were having she felt that all too well feeling that she always got when she was around Rachel. The same feeling she use to feel when she was around Brittany, attachment. It's been three months since she moved in and she was slowly liking the diva more and more.

But being Santana Lopez, she did the best thing she was good at when she feels like shes about to confess her feelings, she ran. Which is why she was walking down the dark streets of New York in her sweat pants, jacket and boots. It was November and very cold, so she cursed herself for not dressing warmer. Coming to the park near her apartment, Santana sat on one of the benches and let her mind wonder.

(Theres a song that's inside my soul

It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again)

Rachel paced the living room floor, wondering what she should do. She could call Quinn again but she didn't want to bother the girl any further. Wait, what the hell was she doing, she was Rachel Berry, and Rachel Berry doesn't sit around and wait for anyone, no, Rachel Berry goes after what she wants, so Rachel Berry did what Rachel Berry does best, she went into Rachel Berry mode and headed out to find Santan the Rachel Berry way. And if she said Rachel Berry one more time she was gonna change her damn name.

So dressing into something warm and grabbing an extra hoodie, just in case, Rachel was out there door with in minutes.

(I'm awake in the infinite cold

But you sing to me over and over again)

It was getting colder by the minute and Santana just wanted to go home and bury herself into her warm covers. But she wasn't done thinking. What the hell was she suppose to think about was beyond her. All she knew was that Rachel loved her and she might just love her back.

"Don't you think it's a little to cold out here to be sitting here at night?"

Santana looked up from her huddled position and saw an old couple, they looked warm and cute togther it made her sickingly like it.

"Yeah, I just...needed some time to think,"

The old man smiled and sat next to her, "Youngsters like you are always thinking of love,"

"How'd you-"

"I was like you once, always needing time to think and wanting alone time," he replied.

Santana smiled at him, scooting closer so the old woman could sit on the other side of her.

"So, who is the lucky guy?" she asked.

"Girl, actually, and her names Rachel,"

"Ah, my Grandson was the same way but now he's married to his boyfriend of five years and have a son together, cute fella," said the old man.

"So what happend?" the old woman asked, grasping Santana's cold hand in her warm gloved one.

"I found out she was in love with me and I dont do emotions too well so when I heard her I ran, but in my defense I got out of a bad relationship three months ago and now I'm afraid of getting hurt again,"

"Well do you trust this girl?" the old woman asked again.

"To be honest, I do, because I know she would never cheat and she has a pure heart," gushed Santana, squeezing the woman's hand.

The old man chuckled, making Santana's heart melt at the sound, "Then theres nothig to worry about youngster, you've got yourself a keeper,"

"All you have to remember is that if you trust her with your heart then she's the one," the old woman stated, standing from the bench as she took her husband's hand.

"Don't throw away something as special as that," he winked and they were walking down the trail, hand in hand. Santana watched them till they dissappeared.

(So I lay my head back down

And I lift my hands, and pray, to be only yours)

(I pray to be only yours

And i know you're my only hope)

When Rachel found Santana, she was still sitting on the bench, staring up at the stars. She never looked as beautiful as she did just then, her nose red and cheeks pink, her eyes glistening under the moon while her hair shined, she was breath taking.

"Tana?" she said, loud enough for her to be heard. The latina slowly dropped her head and looked over at the diva, giving her a bright smile.

"Hey shortie, what are you doing here?" was her reply before she was engulfed by warm soft arms.

"Don't you 'hey shortie' me you big jerk," Rachel mumbled against Santana's chest, "You scared me,"

"I'm sorry Rach, I am," Santana said in her hair as she kissed the top of her head, "But after I heard what you had said to Quinn I got scared so I ran,"

Rachel pulled her head back to look up at the taller girl, "You heard what I said?"

Santana nodded.

"I'm so sorry, I hadn't-" she was silence by warm soft tasty lips on her own, her eyes wide until she relaxed into the latina's hold and and closed them, opening her mouth just that little bit to let a hot wet tongue slip past her lips and flick against her own. She pressed into the solid body with a moan before sucking on the muscle softly.

"Mmm, Rach, not here,"

"You started it Tana,"

They both chuckled and pulled away, holding hands to walk home.

(Sing to me the song of the stars,

Of your galaxy dancing and laughing again)

It's been three years since then and both girls are going strong and very successfull. What with Rachel being on broadway as Elphaba and Santana being one of the best lawyers in New York, they have come so far that Santana believes it's time to pop that special question. And what better place to ask but at the Emmy awards, where Rachel is nomminated as one of the best actress's.

"I don't think I'll get it," she said, shaking with nervs.

"Yes you will Rachie, I believe in you," Quinn said into her ear, kissing her cheek.

"That means alot Quinn,"

"I'm your bestfriend, it better mean alot,"

"Oh shut up,"

Quinn rubbed the diva's arm as the announcer said all the actress's.

"I wish San couldn of been here, this is so improtant to me,"

"I'm sure she had a very good reason to miss this little star,"

Rachel smiled sadly.

"And the best actress of the year is..."

Rachel gripped Quinns hand tightly, biting her lip as she watched the announcer rip open the tiny envelope.

"Ms. Rachel Berry!"

The room erupted into cheers and claps as Rachel sat in the chair, eyes wide and unbelieving.

"Get up Rachie, you won!" Quinn exclaimed, standing up and pulling Rachel with her.

"I did?" she asked. Some of the actors and actress's chuckled as they clapped and watched her walk up to the stage, heart thudding in her chest. As she walked up to the stage, she looked confused because no one had the award trophy in their hands. She walked up to the podium and lowered the mic, her broadway smile on her lips.

"Well-"

"Hold your cookies, shortie," that familiar raspy voice said from the side. She turned to see Santana walking up to her, mic in one hand and Emmy trophy in the other, a very beautiful black strapless dress on her gorgeous body.

"Santana, what are you doing?"

"I have something to say, but first, congrats baby," smiled Santana as she handed the diva the gold little statue.

"Now, you know this is the most important day of your life," she began, "But I wanna add to it, so, Rachel,"

The diva nodded, watching the latina with confusion.

"I came to live with you three years ago yesterday, and three years today marks the day that you found me at the park because I was too scared to admit that I was in fact in love with you," Santana got on one knee, holding Rachel's free hand, "Rachel, I love you, with everything I have, you have been there for the up's and downs, you tolerated my bitchyness, and you stuck by me when I needed you and took care of me when I was sick, so," she dug into the right breast of her dress and pulled out a tiny black ring box, the crowed gasped.

"Will you do the honors of taking my last name and loving me and Snixx forever?"

Rachel squeaked out a gasp, biting her lower lip as tears fell down her cheeks, she was so happy for water proof mascara.

"Will you?" Santana asked again. When Rachel didn't answer, the crowd began to chant, "Say yes,"

Rachel let out a sob, "Yes!" she shouted with the biggest smile she's ever had, and the crowd roared.

(When It feels like my dreams are so far,

Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again)

A year later and Rachel was being led down the isle by her father Hiram, Santana waited for her at the alter, in a beautiful white strapless wedding dress. Everyone was there, even Brittany and it was the second happiest day of her life. Hiram kissed Rachel's cheek and handed her over to the latina.

(I give you my destiny)

"We are gathered here today to wed these two very beautiful young ladies. Santana Maria Lopez and Rachel Barbra Berry," the minister stated with a warm smile.

"Now, we won't keep you too long since Ms. Berry is jewish we won't pray and since Ms. Lopez is very persuasive we'll get right to the objections, is there anyone who wishes to object these two now or forever hold your piece?"

Not a soul said a word, which both girls smiled, eyes locked.

(I'm giving you all of me)

"Okay, the two wish to give their own vows," he stepped bacl and Santana took a deep breath.

"Rachel, I know I keep apologizing for this but I don't think it's enough from the way I treated you in high school, you never deserved any of my bullshit, but you kept your head held high and never stopped in what you believed in, you are one of the strongest people I know and that makes me love you even more," she stopped to swallow thickly.

"You have forgiven me for so much and I never deserved it but you always said you loved me enough to forgive and forget, well I stand here today to tell you Rachel that for the rest of my life I will do everything in my power to make up for lost time and love you like no other, I will be there for you when you need me the most and when you feel weak or sick, I'll hold you up and make sure nothing happens to you or our future children, I give you my word as a Lopez,"

By the time she was done, not a eye was dry.

(I want your symphony)

Rachel composed herself before she looked into Santana's deep brown eyes.

"Santana, you may have given me so much crap in high school that I wanted to hate you, but I couldn't, not when I loved you for so long, I was excited you even noticed me at all, but I wanted to look strong for you because I knew its a quality you look for in a woman," she took a deep breath.

"When you came to my and asked to be my roommate, I wanted to tell you yes but you kept interupting me, I was so happy you picked me, we became friends at the end of senior year and now we're getting married,"

"You have done so much for me, you gave me a life to love, more things to strive for and one hell of a course to get through just to get you to be mine, I promise to love you every second of everyday for the rest of my life and tell you when you're being a bitch, I promise to make you cuddle me when you're sick or cold or just having a crappy day, and I promise to sing to you every night, because Santana, you stole my heart in freshmen year and now I'm gonna steal your last name,"

"You can't steal it if I'm willing to give it to you," smirked the teary eyed latina.

"We'll just say I'm stealing it," Rachel winked, wiping the fallen tear from her almost wifes cheek.

(Singing in all that I am)

"Rachel, do you take Santana Maria Lopez to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold through sickness and health till death do you part?"

"I do"

"And Santana, do you take Rachel Barbra Berry to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold through sickness and health till death do you part?"

"Hell yes I do," she smirked.

"Then by the power invested in me and in New York city, I now pronounce you Mrs. and Mrs. Santana Maria and Rachel Barbra Lopez, you may kiss your bride,"

Santana swiftly pulled Rachel into her arms and kissed her for all she was worth, their lips molding together as the guests stood and cheered.

(At the top of my lungs,

I'm giving it back)


"And Hope finally got her Iris and they are now living the life they wished for," the lawyer finished, listening as she looked down and saw her son, Gary, sound asleep, curled into her chest. She grinned and kissed his head before slowly removing herself from him and covering him up.

She walked out, turning the light off only to come face to face with her gorgeous wife.

"Hello Shortie,"

"Tana," Rachel smiled, leaning up and kissing the latina.

"Hmm, so good, why was I being so stupid and missing out on all of these wonderful kisses?" Santana asked, wrapping the diva into her arms.

"You were being scared,"

Santana grinned, "Yes, but now I have my Iris,"

"And I have my Hope," Rachel kissed the taller woman again before pulling her off to their room in the house they now shared.

(So I lay my head back down

And I lift my hands and pray)

(I pray, to be only yours

I know now your my only hope)