It's been a week since Quinn accepted Santana's proposal, and they have communicated in some way every day since. The first day they said goodbye as Santana took a train back to New York, Quinn going so far as to hug her on the platform.
The second day it was a picture text from Santana of a dress she thought she could wear to Jesse's musical, that first asked Quinn's opinion. It was short on either end, so Quinn said it was probably good. The third day was Santana then adding that, in case the message wasn't clear, Quinn needed to find something that matched because she was going to be Santana's date. The fourth day was a phone call, from Quinn to Santana, just to catch up and also because she swears she had more nail top coat before Santana visited. Santana and her new manicure denied any implied accusations, but said she'd get Quinn a new bottle, any way. The fifth day was a bottle of nail varnish top coat arriving at Quinn's mail room with a little handwritten note saying "this is what you have to look forward to", the counter side, Quinn later noticed, adding "no, really, baby. I'll be awesome for you. Santa x". This prompted a short text saying "thanks" from Quinn, to be reiterated ten minutes later with "really. thank you a lot santa xx".
The sixth day was a Skype presentation of the dress Quinn had selected, Santana calling out that her fiancée was the hottest piece in New England with not only Rachel but also Kurt and Blaine present alerting their friends.
"Santana, what? Aren't you on the phone to Quinn?" Kurt yelled as he moved out of the kitchen to the living area where Santana was sitting, followed by his husband and Rachel.
"No, I said Quinn was calling, and by that I meant Skype." She slowly corrects, not unkindly, waving her phone in his face.
"Hey!" Quinn shouts at the jarring image from her bedroom. Blaine and Rachel have taken seats on the love seat, Kurt still stood behind the coach that Santana is perched sideways on.
"So, we've established you're talking to Quinn," Kurt begins, moving to join Santana on the coach and continue the discussion with Rachel and Blaine listening in, enraptured, "but what was that about a fiancée?" He prompts, legs tucked up and face split, waiting for whatever story Santana's about to sell him, ideally full of gossip.
"Oh, that's easy. I proposed to Quinn and she said yes." Santana explains, turning her phone away at Quinn's protestations. Two pairs of well-groomed, and one pair of bushy, eyebrows rise at this, and Kurt snatches the phone from Santana.
"Lucy Quinn Fabray! How dare you not come out to me first! I thought I was your GBF, and that gives me dibs on all kind of gossip, but most especially gay gossip!" He shouts at her, scandalised, through Santana's phone right at the moment two of her friends walk into the common room. They're behind her, of course, and so Kurt notices their entrance - and the look of shock on their faces - before Quinn. "Oops. I'm so sorry, Quinn, please don't unleash Santana on me." He then says, pleads, completely genuinely.
"What have you done, Hummel?" Santana calls, launching out of her crouched position on the couch by the power of her toes and abs at the mention of her wrath, effortlessly stepping over to where Kurt is and retrieving her phone, now settling it on the coffee table to that their three friends can also see Quinn. By the time she's done so, Quinn is turned and talking to the girls, Santana catching Quinn's very simple explanation that she's going to marry a woman and so her friend thinks she's gay, before the two leave.
"Um, Quinn. Santana." Is all Blaine manages to say, both the girls laughing a bit before Rachel takes a turn.
"So I'm the only straight person in this room?" Is what she chooses to say. Santana rolls her eyes, Quinn's face moving to amusement.
"You already were, Rachel. Quinn's not in the room." Santana smirks.
"Fine. Only straight person, in this conversation," Rachel clarifies, "I just kind of want to have some straight friends, guys." She pouts, crossing her arms and trying to flop backwards unsuccessfully.
"I'm not a lesbian, Rachel." Quinn calls, unreasonably and inadvertently compensating for Rachel moving a little further away by too much and practically shouting, attracting the attention of others in the area. "I'm straight."
"For now." Santana chuckles, joking, as she gets up to go to the kitchen. When she gets a direct look from Quinn, she adds, "Be right back, babe."
Kurt takes the opportunity to snatch up the phone and move closer to Rachel and Blaine, the three huddling in to get a really good look.
"So, what? Santana just asked you to marry her and you decided to say yes? What happened, Lucy Caboosey, I want deets!" Kurt shrilled excitedly, bouncing in place.
"That's no way to get me to answer you, Hummel." Quinn said, "But, in simple terms, yes. Santana's found an apartment she wants to rent, but needs to be married because of some New York regulation and a strict landlord. Though I take marriage very seriously, Santana's important to me, and there's other reasons I said yes that I can't remember right now, but they must be great." She smiled, then muttered out "They better be great" to herself when the three turned to each other to discuss.
"I think it's cute." Blaine announced, apparently having conferred. "I also cannot wait to see Sue Sylvester's face." He grinned, then asked "Ooh, are you having a bachelorette party?" to Santana as she returned with three cans of cola and a bottle of water.
"I dunno, she only said yes last week." Santana shrugged, cracking her can open after distributing the other drinks.
"Wait, only said yes?" Rachel asked, placing her water down, "So that means that you proposed earlier, and waited. Awwwww." Santana had to glare and then point her finger at Rachel to get her to stop making the noise.
"Yeah, taking me out for dinner at WalMart was the final nail in the coffin." Quinn called drily to the New York gang. "Now, you can ask me all sorts of questions later, and I'm sure you'll torture Santa." Here Quinn paused in her sign-off, "I don't mind." She smirked to her fiancée on screen, "but I need to go. See you tomorrow." She waved awkwardly, trying to blindly navigate closing the call.
The seventh day after her acceptance is when she takes the train down to New York, welcomed by the gang already assembled, being pulled into embraces by many before she settles on Artie's lap to be wheeled out of the station as a joke, with this making her realise - halfway up the ramp out of Grand Central - that she has yet to greet Santana. She hurriedly hops off of Artie, and skips over to Santana, pausing before giving her a cordial hug. After she pulls back, Santana smiles at her and then grabs her around the neck and ass into a much closer hug that Quinn mirrors and returns. Rachel coos, but the pair just look at her - not even glare - into being quiet and picking up Quinn's bag to carry out again without fuss.
