Santana kept a small smile to herself as she looked over the small containers, imagining Brittany's face. She and Quinn had had a nice lunch, catching up while Brittany was finishing her Saturday lab. Although they were close, Santana found that she had enjoyed dinner with Mercedes more than lunch with Quinn. With Quinn, there was always a bit of a level of competition behind everything. Quinn wasn't as bad as she had been two years ago, and to be honest they hadn't had a real argument since they slept together, but still there was a bit of a strain, a residual need to one up each other from years of vying for the attention of high school boys. They had stopped at the florist shop on the way back to the apartment so Santana could pick up a fresh bouquet for her wife.

"Wait…" Quinn stopped in the middle of the small aisle, brows furrowed. "So when we were in high school, you basically demanded Noah buy you expensive jewelry for every holiday, even when you weren't technically together."

Santana breathed in the soft scent of white roses. "Yeah, and?" She picked the best looking one she could find, adding it to the small bunch of flowers already in her hand.

"I just didn't imagine you as the flowers type of person."

With a roll of her eyes, Santana picked through the sunflowers, finding the fullest and brightest one. "You may be happy with Puckerman, but I needed something more substantial from that relationship to make it worth while." Another flower was added to the bunch. "It doesn't compare to my relationship with Britt. And Britt really likes flowers." Moving to the tulips, she started searching through them. "Except lilies. She hates lilies because she said they smell like a dead body."

"That's a lovely image." Quinn shook her head in disgust.

"Look, I know I can sometimes be a materialistic bitch, and yes I appreciate bling as much as any girl, but I don't let it be a factor in our relationship." Santana smiled as she found several perfect daisies which were Brittany's favorite. "We save big gifts for birthdays or, even better, when we're shopping together. We agreed to only small gifts so that way our anniversary won't ever become some weird competition."

"That is… so mature." Quinn tilted her head in surprise. "I can't believe you've been married a year."

"You and me both," Santana handed the bunch of flowers to the florist who added some baby breath and other foliage for filler before wrapping the bunch with paper. "And yet, it's the easiest thing I've ever done." She quickly paid and accepted the wrapped bouquet with a smile.

"If someone told me five years ago that my two best friends and partners in crime would be married to each other in the future, I would not have believed them."

"I would probably have gone all Lima Heights Ajacent on whoever was spreading that shit," Santana laughed as they walked down the block together. "Can you imagine someone saying two Cheerios would be celebrating a wedding anniversary with Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson?"

"I can barely believe that happened even now."

Santana shrugged. "Brittany really wanted it and you know I can't say no to her."

"I still can't believe I missed it." Quinn shook her head, looking up as they stopped at a familiar apartment building. "But, I'll at least be at the party tonight."

"You better be. You literally have no excuse." Santana dug through her purse, looking for her keys. "We'll see you in a few hours?"

"Of course." Quinn leaned forward for a quick hug before turning to hail a taxi.

Santana waited until she caught a ride before making her way into the building and into the elevator. She looked down at the bouquet in her hands with a soft smile. Okay, what she'd told Quinn wasn't exactly true. Of course she had another gift for Brittany hidden away in her purse, but that was because she knew her wife way too well.

When they had agreed to keep presents small, Santana had forgotten to clarify if small meant inexpensive, or size. One of the joys of being with Brittany was her completely chaotic thinking, so Santana had purchased another gift as a backup. She stepped into the apartment, feeling all her bases were covered.

"Hey."

Santana froze at the door, her eyes drifting over the apartment. She didn't see Brittany but things had been completely rearranged in parts of the studio and there seemed to be a very unsteady looking structure covered with a few of their blankets in the corner of the living space. Kicking off her heels, Santana moved to what looked like the entrance of the structure, pulling back the flap of blanket that acted as a door. Brittany was sitting in the middle of the floor which was covered in more blankets and pillows, legs crossed. "Britt, when did you get home?"

"I dunno. I left the lab early." The area was dark but not impossible to see in. "I didn't know where you were so I decided to build a fort."

"You should have called, Babe. I was just having lunch with Quinn to waste time until you got home." Santana pouted slightly before crawling into the fort, offering the bouquet to her wife. "I picked these out for you." Sitting on the floor with her legs folded under her, she was finally close enough to see a strange look in Brittany's face. "What's wrong?"

Brittany sighed softly, looking at the flowers guiltily. "I love you, Santana Lopez, and these flowers are the most beautiful flowers I've ever seen, but…" She hesitated slightly, her fingers tracing the edge of the paper on the bouquet. "I did something bad." Her voice wavered and her eyes were cast down in guilt, refusing to meet Santana's eyes.

Santana did a quick look over Brittany. There were no obvious signs of injury, which was the most important part. She inched closer until their knees were touching. "Britt, it's gonna be okay. Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"I broke a promise and I'm a horrible person." There was a slight tremble to her lip. "I just don't want you to hate me."

"That is impossible. I could never hate you," Santana took Brittany's hand in her own. "Just tell me what it is."

Brittany sniffled. "Do you promise?"

"Pinky swear." Santana said as she offered her pinky to Brittany.

Brittany nodded and took it, taking an unsteady breath. "It's just that you and I have been married for a year now and we were only engaged for a couple months and I kept thinking it was wrong and I needed to fix it but there was so much planning to do and preparing for the wedding and then we were married and I…"

"Britt, breathe." Santana was beginning to get really worried.

"Sorry I just thought I could fix everything but I'm afraid I broke a promise to you trying to fix things."

"Babe, you're starting to scare me. What…" Santana's voice trailed off as her eyes fell on the small, black box Brittany pulled out.

Brittany swallowed audibly. "We promised each other that we wouldn't get any big gifts for our anniversary, but when I bought this I was thinking this wasn't really for our anniversary, but to make up for what I should have bought for you a year ago."

"What?"

"But then after I bought it, I realized that I'd still be giving it to you on our anniversary and we had made that promise about gifts," Brittany said as she opened the box. Settled on the black cushion was a ring of white gold with a princess cut diamond settled between two smaller rubies. Smaller diamonds were nestled in the band of the ring, sparkling in even the low light of the fort. "Please don't hate me."

"Oh Britt…"

Brittany swallowed. "I thought it wasn't fair that you bought me such a beautiful engagement ring and I had wanted to get one for you but we got married so soon. So I decided I'd give it to you on our anniversary but then the promise…"

Santana felt tears burn her eyes as she looked at the ring. It was beautiful and her hand shook as she took the box. "Brittany…"

"You're mad…"

"I'm not. It's beautiful, Britt." Santana reached up to caress Brittany's cheek. "Why are you sad? How could I be upset with you?"

"Because we agreed to only small gifts."

Santana gave her a sympathetic look. "Is that what you're worried about?" She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Brittany's for a soft kiss. "I love it, Britt. I love you."

"But I broke the promise."

"No you didn't." Santana lifted the box, feeling just a slight hint of irony that she'd have to use the rationale she feared Brittany would use. "We said only small gifts and technically," she lifted the ring out of the box. "Anything that can fit in the palm of your hand would be considered small." She closed her hand around the ring, showing it to Brittany. "See. Small. No promises broken."

Brittany sniffed, her doubtful eyes wanting to believe. "No?"

"No." Santana shook her head. "You have such a beautiful heart. I know you would never intentionally do anything to hurt me."

Brittany reached for Santana's hand, opening it to reveal the ring and picking it up.

Santana removed her wedding ring, allowing Brittany to slide the new ring on.

Brittany took the wedding ring, and slipped it on top of the diamond ring before bringing Santana's hand up to press a soft kiss to it. "This is how it should have been a year ago."

"Well, if it will make you feel better," Santana reached over for her purse, digging in it for a long moment before she found what she was looking for. "I might have also bought a small, but not small gift for you." She pulled the robin's egg blue box from her bag, offering it to Brittany. "I was going to give it to you later, but I would rather you feel comfortable about your gift to me."

"What?" Brittany accepted the box with a sniffle. "Santana…"

"I love you so much, Britt. This past year, being married to you, has been the best year of my life."

Brittany unwrapped the white, silk ribbon from around the box, setting it to the side. "This box is so pretty."

Santana smiled, looking down at the ring on her finger. She hadn't expected that at all, but she was glad she had bought the back up gift.

"Ooo what a cute little bag." Brittany picked the small, blue, leather bag out of the box, untying the strings that kept it closed. Inside, she found a necklace, a white gold heart with a small pink gem in the point, just below the engraved S&B. "Santana…"

Santana took the necklace and undid the clasp, leaning forward to fasten it around Brittany's neck. "Now, you and me, we're permanently engraved in gold together." She smiled as she pressed a kiss to Brittany's lips again. "How did I get so lucky?"

"I'm the one that got lucky." Brittany looked at the flowers. "You got all my favorites."

"You deserve nothing less." Santana released a pleased sigh. "So… a fort huh? Think we can fit the bed in here?"

Brittany shook her head. "I don't think so. We could get a smaller bed to fit in here but I'm not too sure of the structural integrity. I asked one of the NASA guys to help me come up with blueprints for something a little more permanent, but he said he was too busy or whatever. It's not like Mars is going anywhere."

Santana laughed as she leaned forward, capturing another kiss. "Come here." She ran her hands through blonde hair.

"You come here." Brittany set the flowers to the side before wrapping her arms around Santana's waist.

Santana was glad she was wearing one of her looser, flowing dresses as she moved forward, straddling Brittany's lap. She pushed a lock of blonde hair behind Brittany's ear, smiling. "One year ago, I remembered walking down that aisle, seeing you waiting there for me, looking so beautiful." She pressed her forehead to Brittany's. "Do you think we'll always be this happy?"

Brittany nodded, her hands sliding up the back of Santana's dress and finding the top of the zipper. "I believe that you and I are meant to be together for all of infinity, because no one understands you like I do, and no one understands me like you do." She easily tugged the zipper down, bringing a chuckle from Santana. "So even when we're both in our eighties, and you're flirting with all the young nurses, I won't even worry because I'll know you're still going to love only me."

Santana scoffed. "As if there would be anyone more beautiful than you. Even eighty year old you."

"How much longer do we have until we have to meet everyone?" Brittany began to kiss her way down Santana's throat.

Santana took a moment to look at her watch, her mind finding it near impossible to do math as teeth raked across her skin. "We should probably start getting ready in like 4 hours or so," she finally mumbled. She felt Brittany's hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her dress up.

"Four hours? We might have to rush then."

Santana laughed even as Brittany easily turned them and she was pinned to the blanket covered floor, her dress being peeled down with ease.