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Oh wow, here we are.

The last chapter.

Following this there'll only be a small epilogue, so I really hope you like it! Please please don't forget to review when you're finished reading because it really does mean everything to me :D

This has been a really fun journey writing this and I'm so sad to let it go, but thankfully it will always be here to be read by you if you like it that much. I do, certainly, I've loved writing it and being in this world and sharing it with you so whilst I'm thanking you for your reviews, I'm also thanking you for being there for me to share it with.

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Chapter 14 - outside the dawn is breaking

Sebastian stood on the small decking with Nick, breathing heavily and rubbing his hands together nervously. Nick massaged his shoulders, trying to both encourage him and relax him at the same time. Sebastian continued to inhale and exhale methodically, squinting in the sunlight.

"Scared she's going to bolt again?" asked Nick, smirking slightly.

Sebastian turned to face him, narrowing his eyes and letting out an exasperated laugh. "Shut up man," He said, pushing Nick away from him. "Remind me again why I asked you to be my best man?"

"Beats me," Nick chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. He laughed once and patted Sebastian on the arm. "I don't think you have any reason to worry though Seb,"

Sebastian swallowed and nodded, "I don't think I do either."

He glanced around the beach where people were gathered in small clumps talking, or else sat in the rickety white deck chairs laid out in pews, taking in the beautiful scenery. His parents had not made an appearance. Following the faux-wedding, Sebastian had lost touch completely with Stefan Smythe. He had moved himself and Santana out of the Smythe mansion that very night and into the small house he had bought them with his wages from Westerville Magazine. Stefan had attempted to cut him off from his job there, but Andrew Blackwell was so impressed with his work thus far that he was deaf to the angry shouts of Stefan Smythe which had reverberated around his office. Stefan had also attempted to cut his son off financially but by the rules of his trust fund, Sebastian had full access from the age of twenty-one and there was nothing Stefan could do about that.

Rosemary continued to keep in touch with her son and Santana, visiting them in their new home and taking them out to lunch sporadically. There had been a fight on one occasion when Sebastian had called for his mother to step out of Stefan's shadow and be her own person, but Rosemary had refused, claiming that it was her life and she had chosen it thus, and if Sebastian didn't want she and Stefan interfering in his life then he had no business trying to choose hers.

They had unfortunately declined Santana and Sebastian's invitation to the wedding in Hawaii as Rosemary did not want to come alone and Stefan did not want to come at all. Dr Lopez had been unable to attend as well, for work reasons, though he had sent best wishes and his eldest son in his place.

In a way, therefore, this was the perfect wedding that Santana and Sebastian had desired. It was just them and a few close friends, on the beach, in the sun. There was no spectacle and no ostentatiousness: it would merely be a celebration of their love.

And in true Sebastian Smythe style, there would be an open bar afterwards and they planned to get incredibly drunk, well into the early hours of the morning.

He felt a nudging in his side and turned to see Nick pointing up the aisle. Brittany had just appeared at the top of the section of sand between the two clumps of chairs, which they had assigned to be the aisle. She was wearing a dusty pink, sleeveless, tulip mini dress with a high round neckline and pleats at the waist. She smiled happily up at Sebastian and waved her fingers coyly at Nick.

Sebastian looked over his shoulder at Nick, smirking knowingly and nudged him in the ribs. Nick flushed abashedly but recovered himself in time to bump Sebastian and nod back up the aisle.

Sebastian turned to follow his eye-line and squinting in the hazy sunlight he saw the most beautiful sight. She looked far more radiant than she had at the last wedding not least because of the wide, excitable smile that spread across her face. Santana wore a simple white gown with a V-shaped neckline, a wrap-style skirt with a slit cut up to her thigh and held in place at her waist with flower crystal embellishments. These same embellishments adorned the straps of her dress at the point where the neckline curved around her breasts.

She made her way down the aisle holding onto her brother, Anthony's arm tightly gripping her as she peeked up at Sebastian. If anything, the sunlight lit up her face and made her seem ever more stunning. He could only describe her as glowing. Her hair was hanging in loose waves, with a small crystal clip to one side and it glinting in the sunshine as it fell upon the crystals.

After what seemed a lifetime, she was finally by his side. She kissed Anthony lightly on the cheek, handed Brittany her bouquet of red roses and joined Sebastian on the decking.

"You okay?" asked Sebastian, the same as he had at their last wedding.

"Never better," Santana beamed up at him.

"Nice shoes," Sebastian commented, noticing the white, bejewelled flip flops Santana was wearing.

"Well flat shoes are better, if I need to make a quick escape." Santana quipped, winking at him.

The priest coughed and began to speak, introducing the ceremony and the couple. He turned to them and began the pledge,

"Sebastian, do you understand and accept the responsibility of the marriage you are entering, and do you promise to do your very best each day to create a loving, healthy, and happy marriage with Santana, the way your parents did before you?"

Santana looked up at Sebastian expectantly, who grinned and said firmly,

"No."

A small ripple of shock moved among the group and Santana narrowed her eyes looking up at Sebastian.

"I promise to do better," Sebastian continued confidently.

Santana's eyes widened and she sighed, "You nearly had me there Seb!"

"Well you know me, I like to cause controversy." Sebastian winked down at her.

"On our wedding day?" asked Santana, pursing her lips and giving him her most haughty glare.

"You did!" cried Sebastian holding his hands up defensively with half a laugh.

The priest coughed again and interrupted,

"Shall we continue? Santana, do you understand and accept the responsibility of the marriage you are entering, and do you promise to do your very best each day to create a loving, healthy, and happy marriage with Sebastian, the way your parents did before you?"

Santana paused for a moment, her eyes flicking to Sebastian's. He grinned back at her and she smiled radiantly, "Yes, I do."

The priest addressed the audience of their friends.

"Santana and Sebastian have written their own vows which they would like to share with you now."

Santana faced Sebastian and took his hands in hers, sighing happily.

"Seb, when I first heard that we were getting married, frankly I couldn't think of anything I wanted to do less."

Sebastian snorted and mumbled, "Cheers, honey,"

"But then," Santana pressed on emphatically, squeezing his hands, "Then I got to know you and I was allowed within the nucleus of Sebastian Smythe and every day – against my initial wishes – I found myself tumbling further and further in love with you. Getting to share this experience with you is something I will always cherish and I feel like the most fortunate girl in the world that I get to move on in life with you and that our futures will grow together."

Sebastian looked at the priest for conformation that he should talk. When the priest gave a short nod, Sebastian began to speak.

"What can I say to follow up that Santana?" asked Sebastian, shrugging slightly, "Only that, I never really knew what it was like to have someone so like you that everything you share is perfection. You are the definition of a soul mate and I feel like I spent a long time searching for you. It's just typical that my father found you for me. But I have a suspicion that even if he hadn't forced us together, I would have found my way to you anyway."

Santana flushed happily and looked to the ground, biting her lip.

They exchanged rings, small discreet bands, and the priest announced.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Sebastian beamed as he pulled Santana towards him, placing his hands either side of her face and kissing her deeply and lovingly. She wound her arms around his neck, loosing herself in the tender kiss.

When they broke apart, cheering resonated across the beach. The others were all standing and clapping excitedly for the couple, who faced them, Santana's face flushed with ecstasy, wrapping herself around her husband, who grinned down once at her then at his friends.

Nick turned to face the crowd and shouted,

"It is my pleasure, to introduce to you all, Mr and Mrs Sebastian Smythe!"

Sebastian raised his and Santana's arms into the air in a show of pride and pleasure before calling out,

"Party in the hotel ballroom, we'll race you!"

"Let's go!" Santana cried, echoing the same words she had called to introduce hers and Sebastian's party in the mansion, all those months ago.

Sebastian flung their arms down and dragged her after him back up the beach to the hotel.

Not five hours later, the drinks were flowing and the party was raucous in true Sebastian Smythe style. Sebastian spun his wife round on the dance floor watching the way in which she laughed radiantly with every touch of his hand. They had decided against having a cake, instead choosing to have a tower of different coloured vodka shots, which when it came to cake-cutting time, they had tipped into the other's mouth and tried not to spill from giggling so much.

The sound of feedback came from the stage where Rachel Hudson (née Berry) had stumbled up with a glass of wine in her hand. She had grabbed the microphone excitedly and it had squeaked loudly, resonating around the room.

"We can't let tonight pass without a sing-a-long!" Rachel announced, slurring her words slightly as her husband watched with a bemused expression.

"Uh-oh, I can see where this is going…" Santana murmured to Sebastian, wrapping her arms around his waist and nestling her head in his shoulder.

"Hey Rach!" Sebastian called out provocatively, "You and Kurt should do 'Love on Top' again!"

A chorus of 'Oh no' echoed amongst the guests as Kurt jumped up animatedly and bounded onto the stage beside Rachel, gladly taking a second microphone.

"You are so cheeky," Santana purred in Sebastian's ear.

He felt her hot breath condensing in the shell of his ear and his insides twisted excitedly. He leaned down and whispered back teasingly,

"Just the way you like me best."

Sebastian pulled Santana into the centre of the dance-floor as Finn invited Quinn to dance with him, Brittany spun around with Blaine whilst Puck, Nick, Jeff and Trent clapped encouragingly, watching as Kurt and Rachel sang loudly and enthusiastically, off from their usual precision.

Sebastian twirled Santana around and dipped her low, holding her back and kissing her tenderly on her plush lips.

"Are you happy, Mrs Smythe?" murmured Sebastian quietly, so gently she could feel his words vibrating on her lips.

"Ecstatic, Mr Smythe." Santana replied back softly.

"I love you so much," He whispered, something catching in his throat.

"I love you too," Santana agreed, watching the brown flecks in his deep green eyes dancing as she caught them.

He kissed her again and she wound her arms around his neck, as he propped her upright again.

He led her out of the hotel ballroom and back out onto the beach, watching the waves rippling in the sunset. He wrapped an arm around her back and kissed her in the crown of her dark hair.

Santana gazed up at him and smiled, quite unbelieving of where she was and everything that had happened between the time in Sebastian's parlour full of resentment and despair, and now when all she felt, standing in the sand with him was perfection.

Alone, together – just the way they liked it.

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