I'm fully aware that I'm lousy at updating- I'm way sorry this took so long! Hopefully you guys will stick with me, I'm usually not this lame.

The next year seemed to fly by. Brittany and Santana had managed to complete ten things from the bucket list, including flying to New York to see Rachel Berry in her new play on Broadway. Santana had argued about that one, but Brittany had insisted. She could never say no to Brittany, and this was no exception. Santana was tired and grumpy on the plane back, and Brittany was covered in "I 3 NYC" garb and firmly convinced that Elphaba and Glinda were lesbians. She explained her theory at least twelve times during the flight, and Santana learned quickly that the best thing to do was nod, because suggesting otherwise made Brittany just try that much harder to convince her. Not that Santana didn't agree with her, but some of her logic didn't make any sort of sense.

Then there was what came to be known as the Kitchen Incident. Santana had worked late one night, and Brittany had decided it would be nice to make dinner for her. Santana came home to find the entire house in disarray. The entire kitchen was covered in flour and what appeared to be chocolate milk. Brittany had eggs in her hair and peanut butter all over her shirt. There were four pots of weird, soupy mixtures on the stove, all in different states of boiling over and spilling out onto the hot surface.

"So…um…Chinese or pizza?" Brittany asked tearfully as Santana stared at the normally spotless kitchen in shock. She had tried so hard to make a nice surprise for Santana, but she wasn't dumb enough to think that whatever had gone wrong with the dinner was going to taste good. To her amazement, Santana just laughed and pulled her into a hug, ignoring the fact that she was getting peanut butter all over her clothes. They ended up ordering Chinese and eating it in their bed, watching TV and laughing and talking. That was one thing that Huntington's had changed in Santana- she realized everything wouldn't be perfect, but that those imperfect things could be pretty damn fun.

Not all of the things on the Bucket List went well. Their attempt to skydive had resulted in both of them chickening out and staying on the plane, and Brittany had cried when they'd gone fishing and she realized that the fishes would die if they took them out of the water. Oddly enough, those were two of Santana's favorite days. It was a lot of fun to just spend time with Brittany again, the way they had before their careers had taken up all their time. As they sit in the boat, pinkies intertwined, Santana smiles. "I love you."

Brittany isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but she knows Santana better than anyone. As the year-mark approaches, Santana gets more and more anxious. She pretends like she doesn't realize it's been a whole year since her diagnosis, but Brittany can see the knowledge weighing on her.

So she decides to do something special. Not that the other things they'd done weren't special, but she needs to distract Santana from what she's feeling. She needs Santana to know she's still there, and that they're in this together. So she does a little bit of research on flights to Paris, gets confused, and then calls Quinn. Quinn books them a flight and a hotel and even prints off a list of popular tourist destinations.

So on the anniversary of the diagnosis, Santana is so busy falling in love with the way Brittany looks as they gaze down at the River Seine from the balcony of their hotel room that she doesn't think about her Huntington's or the fact that she's got seven years left. And Brittany just smiles at her and knows that she made the right decision in flying to Paris. Even if she did waste a couple hundred bucks accidentally buying non-refundable tickets to Paris, Idaho.

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