"Santana, babe? Are you almost ready? We need to leave soon," Brittany calls from the living room.
"I'll be right there."
You're standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom, looking at yourself all dressed up for graduation. (Which, is kind of silly since you're going to be wearing a robe all day anyways, but oh well. At least you'll look great when you go out for dinner later with Brittany and both of your parents.)
It feels surreal, this situation. You're graduating today, leaving the place that was the catalyst of so many things. And where you met Brittany, the woman who snuck her way into your heart without even trying. The woman that you'll marry someday. And now, you're both graduating and moving to an entirely new city, together. Granted, you're already living your lives together but this feels like a beginning. Like a step into something new and exciting (It's always new and exciting with her though).
You feel her enter the room before you see her. A change in the air almost. You flick your eyes to her in the mirror. She looks dapper, as always, in a pressed fitted blue shirt, black slacks and black suspenders.
"Hey, honey. Everything okay?" Brittany asks, wrapping her arms around you and pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.
"Yeah, I was just thinking," you reply with a soft smile.
"'Bout what?"
"I don't know, graduation, the future, us."
"That's heavy stuff for 7:30 in the morning, S," Brittany giggles, squeezing you tighter.
"No, I know. It's just, I'm really happy, B. you make me really happy and sometimes I can't believe this is real."
She spins you around to face her and looks you in the eyes, "It's real, I promise. You're stuck with me, Santana Lopez."
You giggle at her and lay your head on her chest, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Graduation goes a lot quicker than you imagined. It seems funny that you've spent years working towards this moment, and it's over in a couple of hours. Before you know what's happening, you're laughing and wrapping your arms around a squealing Brittany.
"We did it! We're done, baby!" Brittany bellows.
You don't even get a chance to reply before she's dipping you backwards and kissing you in a manner that is probably completely inappropriate for public, not that you care. She rights you and you're breathless. Her eyes are sparkling and you feel overwhelmed with the fact that she's yours and you're starting your new life together.
"You okay in there, San?" she asks with a smirk, pressing herself against your front. She knows exactly what she's doing.
You roll your eyes playfully and slap her arm lightly "Let's go find our parents. I'm sure they're looking for us."
You start to walk away but she pulls your hand lightly causing you to look over your shoulder at her.
"You sure you don't want to sneak off and make use of one of the empty classrooms that are around here first?" she asks, biting her lip in the way she knows drives you crazy, "For old time's sake?" You turn and face her, looking at her through your lashes and walking back to her slowly. You tilt you head up until you can feel her breath on your lips.
"Keep it in your pants, Pierce," you breathe out before spinning and walking away, chuckling at the groan you hear from behind you.
"You're the worst," Brittany calls out.
Dinner with both sets of parents is an interesting affair, but everything goes off fairly smoothly. Your relationship with your mother is getting better slowly, but you still wouldn't say that you're close yet. It's a work in progress.
The Pierces and Lopezes make polite conversation and you think they'd better get used to it because this is one of many meetings that will happen between the two families in the future. There are a lot of questions on when the two of you plan on moving for Grad school.
"Well, we're thinking of moving in June, that way we have time to get settled before the madness of Grad school starts up," Brittany replies, sending a wink in my direction.
I playfully rolled my eyes, because that's not the only reason she wanted to move early. There was much more discussion of weeks on end of no clothing for that to be the only reason. But they didn't need to know that little tidbit.
It's been about a week since graduation and most of your free time has been spent packing up your lives in preparation for the big move.
You're in the living room taping up the remaining few boxes of your stuff when Brittany comes up behind you and drapes herself over your back with her arms around your waist. She feel her take a deep inhale and breathe out slowly.
"What's up B? You okay?"
She squeezes you tightly before replying,"Yeah, I just... I'm really glad I met you. I never thought that when I saw this gorgeous girl drop her pen in a crowded hallway, that she'd turn out to be the love of my life."
"Britt…" you mumble, turning to face her, your face heating under the sincerity of her words.
"It's true. I just... don't want you to ever forget how much I love you."
"I don't think that's possible, Britt."
You lean in to give her a kiss but she pulls back and hold you at arm's length before taking another deep breath.
"Brittany?" you ask, your eyebrows furrowing at her odd behavior.
"I um… Santana?"
You cock your head to the side at her sudden nervousness and the use of your whole name, "Yeah?"
Your eyes widen as she drops down to the floor onto one knee before looking up at you, a small blue box holding a gorgeous ring perched in her hands.
"I um... I... Santana, marry me?"
"What? Britt… are you serious?"
"I've never been more serious. I even asked your parents after graduation. I know that we're about to start grad school, and we don't have to get married now but I know that we will. And I'm in this. You're it for me. Waiting seemed silly so I…"
"Yes," you interrupt, pulling her up to her feet, "YES! Of course Brittany!"
"Oh thank god," she exhales into your neck before picking you up and swinging you around.
In this tiny empty apartment, surrounded by moving boxes, you're giggling and kissing your fiancé and you're not sure anything has ever been this perfect.