Last chapter guys. Thank you all for reading, reviewing and adding this story to your faves and alerts! It was a blast writing this and I hope I'll see you at my other stories! This is sort of an epilogue, set a couple of years later.


"I know everything is still kind of messed up between us and we still have to find that middle ground...but with this pregnancy I just feel like I have to ask you...Brittany Susan Pierce, will you marry me?"

Brittany woke up with a smile on her face. Today was her wedding day and she has never been this happy about anything. Not counting the fact that she was marrying Santana and that Santana was carrying her baby of course.

They had made it through the rough years of college and setting up their respective careers — Brittany as a dance teacher and Santana as a singer — and had gotten to the point where they both didn't even realize that they weren't even spending any time together anymore.

But then Brittany fell and she had to take a couple of weeks of rest before she could go back to teaching again and she noticed the way they lived past each other. Santana was so busy that Brittany had to beg her to make time so that they could rebuild what they had.

When only five weeks later Santana found out she was pregnant she decided that se would finish her album and take a break for long enough so that she could see the first year of their baby's life, and then she could always see what she wanted to do about touring.

It had surprised Brittany that she wanted to marry, and Santana had to clarify that it wasn't because of the baby but because of her before she even said yes. Who knew Santana was such a traditionalist? Brittany certainly didn't.


"How crazy is this...I was going to ask you. I mean, not right away but I was going to...I even had a ring picked out!"

Santana woke up with a start and then she took a deep breath.

She had always thought that Brittany would say no because of the hardships they'd had. It had taken her longer to ask Brittany than she had initially planned, and now while four months pregnant, she was going to get married. It made her happy, happier than anything else could make her. Brittany was her soul mate and everything else that happened was just training. She knew it wasn't going to be easy for Brittany when she was on tour, and she was still trying to think of a way to make it happen with both of them.

She had even told her manager that she wanted Brittany to be one of her back ground dancers. He was okay with it, now all she had to do was get Brittany on board. She didn't know how she was going to do that.

"Britt...I'm pregnant."

Brittany looked at Santana with a frown. For a moment Santana thought she was going to deny the possibility but then she smiled.

"That's awesome!"

"Yea?"

"Yea!"

They had celebrated. With more sex. Santana hadn't minded and she was sure Brittany hadn't minded either. Just the fact that they were spending time again was enough for Brittany, and she had always wanted to have kids. Santana on the other hand had never been sure until she found out she was pregnant and she thought about her options. She actually got sick thinking about all of them, and she decided that no matter what happened, she would be a great mother.

Look at the singers who have kids – they manage to take care of the kids and go on tour. Why shouldn't she be able to?

She got out of bed and took a shower. She had already taken a shower the night before but she felt weird from sleeping and she needed to feel clean. She needed to be clean for Brittany. So when she was done and she made her way downstairs in her bathrobe, she knew her mother was waiting in the kitchen to do her hair and makeup and she took a deep breath and prepared for a long sit with her mother and aunts.


Brittany could see Santana standing at the alter and she smiled. Nothing could go wrong today, everything was planned out to the T and there was nothing that could happen.

Except maybe...no. She wouldn't fall.

It was one of the reasons Brittany said she wanted to walk down the aisle. She didn't want Santana to be afraid to fall, or to fall and hurt the baby. There were a million things that could happen when Santana fell and she didn't want Santana to lose the baby. So she had acted like it was her dream and Santana had complied, telling her she didn't care about who walked to who, as long as at the end of the day they were married.

Brittany's turn was after the bridesmaids. She walked down the aisle with her father and he handed her over to Santana. Santana kissed Brittany's hand and then they both turned to the minister.

"We are gathered here today..."


As a surprise, Santana had booked them a flight to Italy. They would travel Italy for a month and then go back home. Santana would have enough time to finish her album and Brittany could go back to teaching dance. It was perfect.

And Brittany loved it.

Santana waited around for Brittany to finish speaking to the hotel manager and smiled. While she never wanted to learn any new languages, Brittany went online to learn all kind of languages so that she could get around when they were going somewhere.

It had taken Santana a while to get the room she wanted for the first night just because the hotel manager didn't understand much English. He tried though, but in the end it was someone who did know English who helped Santana. Things were a lot easier that way.

"Britt," Santana called softly. She pointed to the elevator and Brittany wrapped up the conversation just as it dinged.

Once they were in their room, which was nice and cool, they took a quick shower together and then lay down on the bed. Santana had told Brittany that once they arrived she wanted to take a nap and Brittany had thought that that was a perfect idea.

"I'm glad I married you."

Santana looked up from where she had her head – on Brittany's shoulder – and she smiled.

"I'm glad you wanted to marry me. And you know, I'm just glad that we did this before the baby was born."

"Yea, what is up with that?"

"I wanted the baby to have your name... I didn't want there to be anyone wondering who his or her mothers were and it just felt right."

Santana put her head back down and sighed.

Brittany smiled and ran her hand through Santana's hair.

"I love you...and I am so looking forward to starting our lives together."

"I love you too Britt-Britt...may we always have that..."


I didn't want to open this up to even more so I kept it short. I hope you enjoyed this story!