as long as you're here with me
To be young and in love in New York City
To not know who I am but still know that I'm good long as you're here with me
— Lauv, "I Like Me Better"
Five years later. (Present-day)
"Seb, we're going to be late!" Santana's smoothing her red dress for the millionth time, checking her red lipstick out in the mirror, fluffing her curled hair. "No amount of primping can change your meerkat face," she joked slyly, sidling up to her husband in the bathroom.
He feigns hurt. "That's so mean, San."
"You can take it."
The pitter-patter of little feet stops them both. "Whassa a mercat, Mama?" the little boy with green eyes and caramel skin asks.
Santana bursts out laughing. "An animal that Daddy looks like." She smirks, daring Sebastian to argue.
"You'll understand when you're older, buddy." He shrugs good-naturedly.
"Otay," Josie says, giving his parents a smile that shone brighter than the sun. "I miss you both aweady." He reaches his arms up for a hug, and both parents immediately scoop him up, despite their finery.
"We love you, Josie-boy," they murmur. Santana buries her head in his hair, Sebastian's eyes soften and grow glassy.
They put him down, give him a final kiss, give strict instructions to the babysitter to not let him play on the iPad after eight o'clock, and head out the door.
"I can't believe you're getting an award for playing a superhero in a CW show," Santana says. "I always said you'd be a CW villain. You have the hair for it."
He feigns looking affronted. "I can't believe you got an award for playing an adultress in the biggest musical of all time. I always thought you'd be the innocent damsel in distress."
She glares at him. "I'd never."
He stops her next words with a kiss. "Love you, San."
"Love you, Seb."
They hold hands, breathing in tandem as they prepare for their first big awards ceremony. They'd never thought they'd make it, never thought that Sebastian would say 'fuck it' to law halfway through and audition for a slew of shows (acting had felt better than singing, at that point), only to land his very own. They'd never thought that Hamilton would be the smashing hit it had become. They'd never thought that they would have a kid of their own, a beautiful three-year-old boy who they could not imagine their lives without.
They'd never thought they'd be this happy, but here they are.
Together.
END.
To be drunk and in love in New York City
Midnight into morning coffee
Burning through the hours talking
Damn, I like me better when I'm with you
— Lauv, "I Like Me Better"
A/N: Guys, I am CRYING. I've long been a culprit of not multi-chapter finishing fanfics (lol), but quarantine has been great for my creativity. Thank you so much for sticking with me and this story over the past few months 3
I love the idea of them having their own happy ending; had to tie in a little bit of real world-ness in it too.
RIP Naya Rivera; you and your family are always in my heart.