Stars

It's another beautiful November night in Lima you can feel there's something different about tonight, you can't quite put your finger on it but as the two of you lay on the blanket spread across the roof watching the stars, there's definitely a shift happening.

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Lately you've caught yourself thinking about her more and more, in the most random situations. What the next 10 years could hold, if you had kids who would they look more like, where would you both live after college? Where would you spend the holidays?

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But these ridiculous thoughts are things no one should be thinking about, especially not about their very straight best friend who probably doesn't even think of you like that.

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You haven't even told her you're in love with her, hell she would never know you care for her like that. Why would you ruin the best friendship you've ever had by saying something? But tonight seems different, there's definitely something palpable and maybe tonight you'll find the courage, maybe it will be the night you can finally tell her.

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"Lucy" you clear your throat grabbing her attention away from the sky

"Hmm?"

"Where do you see yourself in 10 years?"

"That would make us ummm 26 right?"

You nod

"Well, I'll be graduated from Yale working in some high class law office, married with a kid or maybe in the talks about having one, what about you?" She props herself up on her elbows to get a better look at you

"Definitely graduated from Columbia, maybe writing a book or something "

"Are you married by then?"

I smirk testing the waters "Why? You askin Q?"

She laughs hitting my shoulder

"Umm I'm not sure? Hopefully married but if not then I'm definitely dating a hot piece of ass"

She laughs again shaking her head "I expect nothing less"

"Are we still friends in this life plan you have?"

"No, not friends" Then she nods "Best friends"

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"San!" She yells grabbing your arm as she looks towards the sky "A shooting star! Hurry, let's make a wish"

You smile nodding as you sit up grabbing both her hands, you both close your eyes on the count of three but you slyly peek through, stealing another glance at her because don't need to think about your wish, you're already holding her…..

"What did you wish for?" She whispers with her eyes closed and you shake your head smiling "I'll tell you in 10 years"

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"So are you finally going to tell me what you wished for?"

You wrap your arms around her waist leaning your chin on her shoulder.

"You"

"What?"

"I wished for you, for this….our life together"

"Seriously?"

You nod kissing her neck "Yep, what did you wish for?"

She takes way too long to answer and it makes you laugh because whatever she says next is going to be an absolute lie.

"Ummm you?"

Laughing once more you pinch her sides "Fabray you've always sucked so bad at lying, it was probably never ending bacon or some dumb shit!"

She laughs shaking her head "Fuck you, Santana! I was 16!"

Stepping back from her you dramatically place your hand over your heart "Wow Quinn, such language! But let me get this straight, while I was wishing for you, you were wishing for fucking bacon?"

She laughs crossing her arms "First of all that was a joke"

Rolling your eyes you nod "Yeah right, like I believe you now"

"Second of all" She shrugs heading back into the apartment and after a few minutes she returns with an old tattered diary, you notice the folded piece of paper "Read that page" she smiles smugly running her hands through her hair as she leans against the railing.

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Sitting down you carefully begin to unfold the page ….

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November 15th 2005

San and I watched the stars again tonight,

It's funny, I never really thought much about them before but lately she seems to love looking at them and I love looking at her. She asked me where I saw myself in 10 years and it took everything inside of me not to say, anywhere as long as it's with her. I saw a shooting star and as she grabbed my hand I silently wished for the chance to be with her, maybe even for a life together, I'd think we'd be pretty happy together. I've never really believed in shooting stars, luck or fate but tonight feels special so who knows.

Here's hoping

Lucy Quinn Fabray (Maybe someday) Lopez


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As a few tears gather in your eyes you carefully close the delicate diary handing it back to her. Once again taking your place in front of her, this time you wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her.

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Who knew 10 years ago on a rooftop in Lima, two 16 year old girls would secretly make the exact same wish, to live happily ever after. Two best friends who didn't wish for riches, fame or even for a prince to save them, no, they knew as long as they had each other, nothing else mattered. If needed they were perfectly capable of saving themselves and each other.

Looking up at the New York sky, it's not as clear as it is back home, but it'll do.

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You gently back away from Quinn's embrace as she quirks her eyebrow at you, reaching into your pocket you slowly take a knee as she gasps.

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"I know you've had your life plan since you were 6 so you'll have to bear with me Q, you see I didn't realize mine until I was 16, on the roof of my house wishing on a star, laying next to my best friend. I love you Lucy so much! I want to spend the rest of my life with you" Opening the box you exhale "Lucy Q will you marry me?"

As she wipes the tears from her eyes she nods "Yes San, there's no one else I'd want to spend my forever with"

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Smiling, you stand sliding the ring your grandmother gave you, onto her delicate finger.

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"I've always loved you Quinn"

She smiles placing both hands on my cheeks

"I've always loved you Santana"