Dani POV

I can't believe we've been touring for over eight months now. The reception in each city is beyond extravagant; the fans' excitement seems even greater than my own. Together Santana and I, and the rest of the band and crew, have toured most of the states. I don't know that I have a favourite; normally it's my home city but since I have Santana with me my home goes where she does. You'd be 100% correct if you said I was head over heels for the girl. We celebrated our one-year anniversary a few months back and still I learn new and wonderful things about Santana every day. I love the tangled mess her hair is in the mornings; I love how physically needy she is when she's sick; I love that when she has a bad day she always sleeps in the same David Bowie shirt I wore the day I confronted her in her apartment; I love how with one look from across the room she can make me feel safe and loved; I love everything about her really, and I love being the one that knows all the little things that make her special. Sufficient to say, I love her to pieces.

Santana has really come a long way in her confidence on stage too. As I watch her out of the corner of my eye now she is the one whipping the audience into a frenzy while I hang back and smile like a love struck teenager. Santana told me this was her happy medium. She'd once craved the spotlight, and then when she truly realised the extent of the paparazzi and bigness of the limelight she was somewhat put off. But this she said, this was happiness to her; performing with me, sharing the stage, this was the dream she didn't know she wanted coming true. We had changed the set list over time and now Santana and my duets were used to close the stage. Santana had become quite the star in her own right and the audience began to consider her appearance the thing to wait for. As we finished our last song for the evening we bowed together before I took her hand and led her off stage.

"Another successful night," I commented.

"With you baby how could it not be!" Santana flashed me that award-winning smile of hers.

"What do you say we get on with the meet and greet and then head home?"

"Perfect," she agreed, never letting go of my hand.

We did the meet and greet, as many fans wanted photos with and autographs from Santana as they did with me. That made me smile. I was so glad this opportunity had afforded her joy and confidence. And I was definitely glad that I hadn't spent the last eight months resorting to phone calls or skype dates. An hour later we were being escorted back to our home by the two beefy security guards who we spent most of our time with these days. 'Home' was the running joke between San and I. When we said home we were referring to our tour bus that we had affectionately named 'Percy'. Percy was a fully equipped house on wheels; kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and even a living area of sorts. It wasn't huge but it suited us. At the end of the night we would come back, completely exhausted, and we had all we needed.

Santana had let me have the first shower tonight. We were too tired tonight to get up to any mischief by showering together but I had certainly taken advantage of those special privileges I auditioned her for before we left. Now I know that I would have missed Santana's heart and cheeky attitude if she wasn't with me but I also would have missed her impeccable body and the things she could do with it. With her here I never needed to resort to getting myself off, she would gladly do it every time, and in the most earth-shattering of ways.

I lay in bed now, listening to the sound of the shower water and Santana's singing, while I waited for my love to join me for the evening. I was eager to cuddle, hold the girl in my arms. I knew as soon as I did I would feel that everything was right in the world and be assured that life was better than I could have ever imagined for myself. I reached over for the book I kept with me on the road. It had a collection of polaroid photos and scrunched up notes that Santana and I wrote for each other. Most of the notes were silly little things, or even shopping lists, but I couldn't bring myself to throw them away. One in particular though, well I was aware of its meaning and importance.

I clutched onto the Mrs Harper note that Quinn had written and stuck to Santana's fridge probably well over a year ago now. She had done so as a jab at San, implying that I had turned the girl into a softie. It was the note that prompted us to say our first 'I love you's'. As my eyes scanned Q's perfect handwriting the words 'Mrs Harper' kept relaying in my mind. What would it be like the day Santana was Mrs Harper, or I was Mrs Lopez? I was certain that one day that would be the case. After all we shared together, and the depths of our love, there was no way that we could live our lives happily without the other in it.

Santana POV

I stepped out of the bathroom quietly, unsure if Dani would already be asleep. She wasn't, my gorgeous girlfriend had waited for me, but she seemed unaware of my impending approach. My curiosity piqued as I saw her studying a note with great interest.

"You kept that?"

"I did," she told me, smiling up at me. Dani didn't seem surprised by my sudden appearance; she certainly wasn't embarrassed at being caught out.

I climbed into bed with her, immediately scooting over so that I was cuddled into her side. My head found its resting place in the crook between her neck and shoulder. My fingers danced along the skin of her wrist as she held the note still in her hands. I looked up at her, using my fingertips to smooth the look of concern that was now written across her face.

"What are you thinking about babe?"

"Oh sorry, I zoned out for a second there." I nodded my understanding as she continued. "I was just thinking forward to the day you truly become Mrs Harper, and the elaborate scheming I will need to do in order to ensure a 'yes' ".

I kissed her lips, moaning at the suppleness of them. I didn't deepen the kiss because I wanted to continue the conversation and I knew if we began making out the night would turn into something else entirely; my body couldn't be stopped around Dani.

"You don't need an elaborate scheme babe. I don't need to be convinced to marry you. You, Dani Harper, won my heart long ago and it's yours forever."

"Aww that was a bit cute babe," Dani jested. "If I knew you were such a fool for me I would have already picked out a ring and I'd propose right now."

I let the silence hang in the air. The way I was looking at her I was sure she was able to read my thoughts. I didn't need anything but Dani. It may still be early days in our relationship, hell some people may say we're too young to get married, but I knew that no matter when we got engaged I'd still be spending the rest of my days with her by my side so why not start that adventure sooner?

"You're serious?" Dani said testing the waters. I watched as a lump formed in her throat and made its way down as her eyes widened in realisation. "If I asked you to marry me now, snuggled up in Percy, ring absent, you'd…say yes?"

"Only one way to find out," I declared confidently.

"Oh my god…this is real," Dani husked out. "Of course I want to find out. Santana Lopez I know without a shadow of a doubt that you are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. You complete me in every way and I love who I am around you. You have brought more joy and happiness to my heart than I ever thought possible and it only makes me more thankful for the failed relationships in my past. I want to share every moment of my life with you, that's what gives it meaning. I don't care if we wait a day, a month, years even but I'm begging you to give me the greatest hope in the world right now. Santana, baby, will you marry me?"

"I will." I sensed Dani was about to squeal but I placed my hand over her mouth, as she often did to me, to shush her while I continued. "Although I'd rather not wait years and years to be Mrs Harper. Maybe after the tour we can look about securing a date."

Dani nodded her head fervently and I hesitantly removed my hand, unsure if she was about to deafen me with excited screaming. Instead she launched forward and took me in a searing kiss that knocked the wind out of me. I lay on my back, with Dani above me, and I felt so fulfilled by life. This gorgeous, talented, amazing woman hovering above me was to be my wife. My right hand reached out to tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek in a show of affection.

"I like this," I told her simply, referring to the stillness of the moment. It was so different to the hustle and bustle of the days when we always had somewhere to be.

"What do you like baby?" She asked, knowing I could be talking about a million things. That's what I liked about Dani; she always wanted to understand perfectly the inner workings of my mind.

"When all that's left is just you and me."