First I should say I don't own glee, or les mis. or this lovely ring. Zales owns it.
*5 years of Pezberry(the girls are 23) it's 2016/They've graduated college/This is opening night of Rachel's first broadway show. She has the role of Cosette in Les Miserables*
"Baby, I'm so proud of you. You're gonna kill it, I mean why wouldn't you. Now give me a hug and put that show face on. You'll be amazing." I say giving Rach a chaste kiss before turning to leave and go to my seat, "By the way, Happy Anniversary Baby." I throw over my shoulder.
"Happy Anniversary, I swear I didn't for-"
"Babe, it's okay if you did, this is important and you've been going crazy worrying about your lines and everything else. I'm not mad, I'm not upset. Have fun out there." I tell her giving her another kiss.
'Oh my fucking god! She is killing it. She's made for this, I mean at first when we were freshman in high school and she just always had that superior attitude, I wanted to smack the girl's shnozz off her face, BUT she had a reason for it. She IS broadway. This has to happen tonight...has to.'
*Walk Home from the cast after-party*
"We worked really hard on this, so when I ask you this, I need your honest answer. Did you like it?" Rachel says with a slight yawn and excitement jumbled up. She's too cute.
"I did like it. You guys were amazing and you are broadway, baby, I loved it. And now to change the subject, I need to pee. It's dire."
"San, why didn't you go during intermission? You know if you hold it like that you'll get a uti one day. Go the bathroom goober, we're home."
'Yeah, gobber my ass. I don't really have to go to the bathroom.'
"Will you bring me a bottle of water to the bedroom? I get thirsty in the night, you know I get thirsty in the night." I yell through the door. OKAY maybe I did have to use the bathroom.
"Sure Baby."
*Rachel POV*
"Sure Baby."
'Reason number 5,987,128 as to why I love her, even when she has to pee she wants water. Wait a second? What's this velvet ribbon?'
"San? What's with this red velvet ribbon?" I yell from the kitchen.
"Why don't you follow it and find out."
'What in the world? A note?'
"Remember our first date? Dinner at Thai Jasmin? I consider it our first date. I walked you to your door and you kissed my cheek, I stood on your porch for a good 5 minutes after you went inside."
'I know she did. I watched from the living room window.'
"How about our nationals competition? Sitting in Central Park after we won, you said 'being here in New York with you is all I need.' I hope that's still true.
'So true.'
"Or valentine's day 2012? That was our first time, and yes I said OUR because it was the first time I made love to someone. Everyone else, (not as many as the school believed) was just sex. Us though, it's love EVERYTIME. I've fallen in love with you more and more everday.
'So amazing.'
"How about when your parents walked in on us with our new toy? Or when my mami walked in on us when you were going down on me...I specifically remember you not being able to be in the same room as my mami for a month afterwards."
'Now it's going to be another month.'
"Seriously San, I am enjoying a trip down memory lane, but what is it for?"
"GOD WOMAN. Just keep going."
"Or your spanish essay about our tickle fights when we were little kids, I bet if you tried it again I'd still be face-first on the ground/floor. I would never lay a finger on you Babygirl."
'Always screamed for our parents to help her.'
"I did scream for our parents to help us. What? You were relentless. But you're almost to the end. How about Christmas 2012, Lima. When we were ice skating and we saw Frankenteen and he about tripped over himself once he saw you, but then when he saw us together he really did trip over himself and fell on Karofsky?"
"No matter how funny was to see him fall the end result wasn't funny, baby."
"Oh yes it was. Serves him right."
"This is the last one. Do you remember when I asked you to marry me? If not, turn around and you will."
"San?" I choke out.
*Santana's POV*
'Seriously? I haven't even asked her yet and she's crying.'
"Don't say anything until I get this out because if you do, I'll forget what I wanted to say...ok...So I remember when I told you that I loved you, and you kind of stuttered a little and asked me to be sure, you said you love me? Remember what I said?"
"Y-yes, still to th-this day." Rach chokes out.
"I said...I love you, as in I love you meaning that I accept you for the person that you are and do not wish to change you into someone else. Meaning that I will love you and stand by you even in the worst of times. It means loving you when you're in a bad mood or too tired to do things I wanna do. It means loving you when you're down, not just when you're fun to be with. I love you means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough to not let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, hoping that you'll feel the same way. Please say you love me back. And that is still true. Except now, it's not that I'm asking you to say that you love me back. I just want you to say one thing and that's yes." I get out pulling out a 3 CT. Princess-Cut Celebration Diamond Solitaire Engagement Ring in 18K White Gold.
We're both crying now. She just has this glazed over look in her eyes.
"Baby?"
"Yes, yes a million times San. Yes, I'll marry you." Mhm, not even gonna fight it, deepen it, do the thing with your tongue, maybe I will have a spontaneous orgasm. Lightly suck on my bottom lip, mhm, suck on my tongue, seriously, I'm so wet just from this.
R&R. Let me know how you feel. And anything you'd like to see.
