Unexpectedly Yours

28.

Santana's point of view

I arrived home before Quinn did so I ran directly to our bedroom and put the ring in my underwear drawer. I tucked it in and made sure it was placed at the very bottom of the drawer so she wouldn't see it accidentally. I knew that I'd remember it definitely. Just to play it safe, I thought:

Okay, that's done. I'll tell B. to remind me…

Brittany's point of view

My phone buzzed so I picked it up.

I read aloud, "Hey, B, remind me to bring Quinn's ring and hers for me…"

Not knowing when I needed to do this, I texted back, "Um, ok, but when?"

In a mere second, I read, "Good call! Remind me the night before graduation."

I yelled, "What the f-?"

I immediately hit the call button.

Santana's point of view

My cell phone rang a second after I sent her the text.

"Hello," I said and laughed.

"Why do you need it for the day of Graduation?" Brittany asked me.

"Can you keep a secret," I said. I knew the answer already.

"San," she whined.

"We're getting married after we accept our diplomas, but Quinn doesn't know that yet!"

"Oh my God," she screamed into the phone.

"Britt, you gotta promise…"

"Santana, don't worry. Can I tell Rachel," she asked.

"Yes, but she cannot, cannot tell anyone…"

"I'll definitely tell her. You can trust us," she said and smiled.

"I trust you, but…" I said and hesitated.

"Santana, don't worry," she assured.

"Ok, I gotta go and start with the wedding invitations," I said.

"Okie dokie. See you tomorrow," she said.

"Definitely," I replied.

After I hung up, I immediately ran to our laptop and opened the PowerPoint program. I selected a pretty and elegant background. I made the font color, gold, and the pattern I chose was placed at the four corners of the page.

I typed:

Santana Lopez

Quinn Fabray

cordially invite you to celebrate their undying love for each other

at Watson Park in front of the swings at 2:00pm.

Reception will follow at Breadstix.

Please return the RSVP card that accompanies this invitation

no later than May 5th.

Rain or shine…I'm hoping shine.

Now I knew that I was taking a chance with blatantly not putting the day of the wedding on the invitation. I couldn't think of another way around it. Maybe Quinn wouldn't realize my error. I couldn't debate it anymore with myself as I heard, "Santana, are you home?"

"In here, Beautiful," I answered.

"Hey, what cha doing?" she said as she ran into the room and catapulted onto the bed next to me.

I kissed her deeply first and then said, "I, my loving fiancée, am doing our wedding invitations."

"Ooohhh," she screamed excitedly and then she got up from the bed.

"Do you want to see them or do you trust me?"

"Umm, from what I quickly saw they look great, Baby…I trust you. We should give them out pretty soon, right?" she asked.

"I plan on doing that tomorrow. We can drop off our parents' together one night after school," I suggested.

"Excellent. Also we should go get the marriage license information soon. You know just to have it," she suggested.

"My thoughts exactly. We totally think alike," I said as I put the laptop down, got up, walked over to Quinn, and enveloped her in a hug.

"I love you, Santana," she said in the hug.

"I love you too, Quinn," I replied, "Thank you for wanting to marry me."

"Are you kiddin'? We were meant to be together forever," she replied and looked into my eyes.

"And ever," I said as I squeezed her tighter.

Later that evening, we made love and it was magical, like all the other times.

Before bed, I printed out the invitations, found enough envelopes for them, and neatly wrote the names down.

Ms. Marley's point of view

I usually don't get past students who are still enrolled at WMHS come to visit me. On this particular day, Santana comes sprinting into the classroom.

"Hello, Santana, it's nice to see you…" I said with a smile.

"Hello, Ms. Marley," she replied with a huge grin.

"What can I do for you," I asked eagerly.

"Well, Quinn and I," she started and then smiled.

I knew why she did that. She used correct grammar.

"Very good. What would you and Quinn like?"

"To give you this," she said as she handed a folded piece of paper.

I unfolded the paper and my eyes quickly darted from left to right.

"Wow! I'm honored, but why me?" I asked intrigued.

"It was your assignment of writing that poem that brought me and Quinn...um, Quinn and I…together. We'd love it if you could attend," she said and smiled brightly.

"I'm flattered. I assume that your parents are fully aware of this and they agree to it," I said authoritatively.

"Absolutely, they have all been wonderful about it."

"Oh, Santana, when is it?" I asked as I noticed the date wasn't on it.

"It's the day of Graduation, May 25th, 2013. Oh can you do me a huge favor?"

"Yes, what's that?"

"If you see Quinn please don't tell her when the wedding is. You can tell her that you're attending, if you are, but please don't mention the date?"

"Sure, may I ask why you've chosen this milestone?"

"Well, Ms. Marley, I want to show her that our life continues together on that day. We are both eighteen and we both desperately want to spend the rest of our lives together…"

"Well," I said as I reached for a pen, "I am honored to attend and be a part of your special day." I checked off the 'yes' box, smiled at her, and handed her my RSVP card.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Marley," Santana said and smiled.

"Thank you for thinking of me," I replied.

Santana turned around and walked to the door. Once in the entranceway she twirled around and said, "I owe you so much!"

Then she walked out of the room.

I took a second to fully comprehend the magnitude of what she had just said.

And I sighed happily.

Quinn's point of view

I was at my locker with the door opened. I didn't hear footsteps approaching because it was loud in the hallway as it was between classes. When I slammed the door closed, I jumped into the air.

"Puck! What the heck man," I yelled and slapped him with my book.

"Sorry. Thought you heard me…" he answered.

"What do you want?" I asked hesitantly.

"Um, I, um," he said as he brushed his hand through his Mohawk awkwardly, "I want to see if you and Santana need any help…"

"Help with what?" I asked warily. I started to make a weird expression on my face.

"Um, no, not that…I wanted to offer the assistance of Puckerman…" he said as he bowed down to Quinn.

Now people were watching their interaction.

"Puck, you're a goof…" I said and chuckled.

I pulled him into a corner out of the many eyes that were present in the hallway.

"Let me see if I'm getting this right, you, Noah Puckerman, want to help me and my fiancée, Santana Lopez, a girl, with our wedding?"

"That is correct," he answered with a grin.

"What's in it for you? Do you plan on ruining our day?" I asked.

"No, Quinn, you know me. I genuinely want to help…" he said, but was cut off by Santana.

"Hey, Beautiful…oh, hey Quinn," Santana said and I elbowed her.

"Um, ow, what does he want," she asked and pointed to Puck.

"Well, apparently, Noah, over there would like to help us with the wedding," I said.

"No shit!" she replied. We all smiled.

"I was just about to tell your rocking fiancée that I know I messed up last year and I want to make it up to you guys…" Puck said.

"Seriously," Quinn asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Can we talk about it," Santana asked timidly.

"Of course, remember no one is making me do this. I want to," he said before he sauntered away.

"Did we just get 'Punk'd'? Where's Ashton Kutcher?" Santana said as she looked around.

"No, Baby, I think he wants to help. In fact, I know just what he can do for us!" I said and smiled.

"What's that?"

"Do you mind if it's a surprise? You've been doing a lot for me, and us, so I want to take this responsibility on myself," I said and kissed her cheek.

"Sure, give him this," I said as I extended the invite, and then continued, "If he has any questions tell him to find me."

"Ok, Baby, I gotta go. He's in my next class so I'll give it to him," I said and kissed her cheek again for I ran to class.

"Puck!" I yelled as I ran to him.

Santana's point of view

In true Puck fashion, my phone buzzed and I saw it was a message from him.

"Yo, Lopez, your hunny gave me ur number & told me to ask you if I have any questions. Yeah, well, when is it?"

"May 25th," I texted back and hoped that he wouldn't recognize the date.

"Isn't that Graduation," I read.

Damn it!

"Yup, you cannot tell Quinn or anybody else, you hear me? If I find out that you have, I'll tell every girl in this place to stay clear of you," I texted feverishly.

"Very nice, blackmail, I'm so proud, I won't say a word…Thank you for letting me do this. Quinn gave me my assignment."

"You're welcome," I texted back.

Coach Sylvester's office, her point of view

"Well, are you just gonna stand there or come in?" I said with my back facing the door.

"I hadn't even knocked yet," Santana said scared.

"It's a gift, what do you want, Lopez?" I said as I whipped myself around quickly.

"Is it really true that you are a justice of the peace," she asked timidly.

"Yes, I am…Ya never know…might come in handy one day!"

"Well, um, do you think, um…" Santana stuttered.

"Out with it! I haven't got all day." I barked at her.

"No, you know what, never mind," she said as she backpedaled out of my office.

"Geez, I think Quinn deserves a partner who isn't afraid of a challenge," I said as she was in the entranceway.

She froze.

"You have no right to assume anything. You kicked her off the squad without an explanation to her just because you don't like me," she yelled and made all different types of hand gestures. Even they were respectful gestures though.

I sat down, looked up at her, and said, "There you go! Stand up for the person you love! And you're right!"

"And to make it worse, it's been a year…wait what?" she said shocked.

I smiled and said, "Go on…I want to hear you finish the statement."

"I was going to say that it's been a year and you haven't explained why you chose to kick her off the team. It's like she never existed to you. She was your Captain and got you many championships," she said as her voice returned to normal.

"Listen, Taco," I started.

She gave me a weird expression.

"I am sorry for that, but I didn't know how to tell her that I was, am, sorry. Sue Sylvester and apologies don't mix well."

"Oh, well if you're being honest with wanting to apologize to Quinn I know how you can," Santana said and smile shyly.

"You want me to officiate your ceremony?"

"Yes, I do," she said.

"Consider it done," I said and looked at her.

She froze again. "Really?" she asked.

"I have conditions…"

"Oh here we go," she said snidely. She folded her arms in front of her chest and tapped her foot on the carpet.

"One, do not tell Quinn that I'm doing this…and two, I want you and Quinn to live 'happily ever after'!" I said and smiled widely.

"Okay, deal," she said and extended her hand for a handshake.

"Deal," I said and vigorously shook her hand.

Then Santana pulled out the invite.

"The date's May 25th," Santana said, turned, and strutted out of my office.

Quinn's point of view

At the end of the school day, I waited for Santana in my car, and had some time to reflect.

A year ago we were just getting to know each other. I was so lost before I met her. She is the reason I get up and she is the reason why I am me. She brings out the best and I can only hope that I bring out the best in her.

I didn't hear the car door open and close. She saw me thinking so she didn't say anything. She turned my head slightly and kissed me passionately on my lips. I jumped out of the trance I was in and cupped my hands around her cheeks and returned the kiss. Our tongues met and fought for dominance. We both won!

She broke the kiss and smiled. "How was your day?"

"Very good! You?" I asked as I revved the car and headed for Lima City Hall.

"All the invites are out. Ms. Marley is in! Britt and Rachel are in. Puck's good?"

"Yup. He seems really excited to help," I said.

"Great…Ok, now about this…"

"Yes?"

"If there's not a lot of paperwork and information I'd like to apply and see how long it'll take to get the marriage license. Are you cool with that?" she asked me hopeful.

"Definitely. OMG, we could be legally married today, Santana," I said and stopped the car onto the side of the road.

"Are you okay?" she asked and grabbed my hand.

"Um, yes, it was just the magnitude of it," I said, smiled, and look at her.

"I love you, Quinn!" she said.

"I love you too, Santana," I replied.

"Then let's do this?" she said and kissed my hand.

"Let's do this," I seconded and pulled back out onto the road.

We were there in a few minutes. We parked and went inside. There was a directory of the different departments on the wall. We found "Marriage Licenses" and followed the directions to the office.

We walked up to the counter and an older woman walked over to us. "May I help you?"

"Hi, we'd like to get some information on how to apply for a marriage license," I said and smiled. Santana smiled with me.

"You two want one marriage license because you're marrying each other?" the woman asked snottily.

"Yes, that is correct," Quinn responded as politely as she could. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. She squeezed mine in return.

"One minute please," the woman said meekly.

We watched her as she walked over to a shorter woman and they talked. They both took glances at us and then the shorter woman came over.

"May I help you," she asked.

"Yes, thank you. Me and my fiancés would like to get information on how to apply for a marriage license," Quinn restated her request.

"And if there's not a lot to it, we'd like to get the ball rollin' on that," Santana added.

"Okay, would you like to follow me to my office?" the shorter woman asked.

"Are we in trouble?" Santana asked nervously.

"Oh no, not at all. I can help you. Don't worry about Shirley over there. She's having a bad decade," Heather, the shorter woman, commented and lightly chuckled.

We both laughed and followed Heather to her office.

Once inside we sat down and Heather began, "So, you two are getting married, huh?"

"Yes, that's correct. I'm Quinn, by the way," I said and extended my hand for a handshake.

"Hello, Quinn," Heather said and shook my hand.

"I'm Santana," she said and they shook hands.

"Hello, Santana, that's a different name," Heather commented.

"It totally suits her," I said, "She's an original!"

I watched Santana smile at me and this made Heather smile at us.

"Okay, so there really isn't too much paperwork to fill out. Could I see your licenses to make sure you're both eighteen?" Heather asked.

"Of course," Santana said and pulled hers out of her wallet.

"Absolutely," I said as I did the same.

Heather took them both from us and jotted down some information.

Then she handed them back to each of us.

"So who's taking whose last name?" Heather asked with a smile.

"I am taking her name, Fabray," Santana said with pride in her voice.

"Ok," Heather said and smiled again, "Um, I have to ask this question because it's on the form so please excuse me."

"Sure," I said.

"You two are entering into this partnership knowing all of its responsibilities and consequences should your marriage not last," Heather asked as she held up the paper to show us that it was on the document.

"Yes, we know full well about the partnership and we are going to last forever," I said boldly.

Santana reached for my hand and squeezed it.

"Ok, that's great. Can I ask you both a personal question?" Heather asked shyly.

Santana's point of view

"Shoot," I said happily.

"How do you know it's forever?" Heather asked both of us.

"Well," I started just as Quinn was about to speak, "Oh, sorry, Beautiful, you want to answer first?"

"No, no, Baby, you can…" Quinn replied with a smile.

"Ok, well, for me, she's been the one for me for a very long time. If it weren't for our English teacher, Ms. Marley, I don't think we would have gotten together. I am a nerd," I said as I pushed my glasses higher on my nose, "And she's the head cheerleader. But I have wanted her for a long time and I saw the opportunity and took it."

"San," Quinn started, "What Santana left out of her beautiful little speech is that I was head cheerleader for the Cheerios. Until my coach threw me off the squad because of my choice…"

Heather frowned, "Oh I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Quinn stated proudly.

"What? Why not?" Heather asked intrigued.

"Well, first, everything happens for a reason, right?

Heather nodded her head.

"I got something so much better than any trophy or competition. I got Santana, who is the light of my life. I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not around her and vice versa. She understands me totally and I think I understand her. She's 'the one' for me," Quinn answered the question.

Heather leaned back in her chair and I noticed a photo of her and another young woman. They were standing close to each other, cheek to cheek. I smiled.

"I think you know what we're talking about," I said and pointed to the frame.

"Santana," Quinn scolded.

"No, Quinn, it's alright. Yes, Santana, that is my girlfriend, Mary. We've been best friends since we met in the first grade. We became a couple when we were in high school because it just felt natural, you know? We've been a lot together. I'm hesitant to ask her to marry me, but after meeting you two today, I've gotten the courage to ask her, so thank you," Heather said and smiled.

"You gotta try, Heather," I encouraged.

"I agree, it will be totally worth it in the end," Quinn seconded.

"Thank you, thank you," Heather said.

"Sure, we like to help. In fact," I said happily and then I went into my purse and all out an invitation, "Quinn and I would like to invite you and Mary to our wedding,"

Quinn smiled as she watched me give Heather the invitation.

As I handed Heather the invitation we made and held the eye contact and I mouthed, "May 25th!"

Heather quickly winked at me to verify the information, laughed, and then said, "Thank you for your kindness. Mary and I would like to attend. Now regarding your paperwork I'll fill out the rest of the information and get it processed. It'll take a week or so. But…you can officially consider yourselves a married couple!"

I stood up and pulled Quinn up with me. As soon as she was on her feet, I lifted her off the ground and twirled her around a few times. She smiled down at me.

When I placed her back on the ground I cupped both of her cheeks in my hands and kissed her passionately.

Author's Note:

This story is slightly AU in the sense that Valentine's Day is in the spring time and it can still snow in the region of the US. Sorry about that. It just dawned on me. Also the names of the English teacher and the helpful marriage license person have nothing to do with the show. They are names of people I know. The name of the park is fictional as it's the last name of someone I know.

I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry for the wait.