Had someone request more fluff, less angst….

Let's see how this goes…

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This one is called...Patience

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You remember the first time you saw her all grown up, sophomore year of high school.

She had always been beautiful hell everyone in Lima knew that, but now it was like seeing her through new eyes and she was breathtakingly gorgeous. The way she seamlessly parted the sea of students with a single look, made someone who thought they stood a chance cower away with an eyebrow quirk and the way her cherrios skirt would sway back and forth with such ease drove you wild.

Growing up the two of you always had a push pull relationship, yes often ending in slap fests Where she was fire you were ice, where you were meticulous she was careless and maybe that's why you ended up best friends.

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But that was high school and there you were both different people, broken lost teenagers grasping at someone, anyone who would love you, only to have them leave you in the morning.

Little did either of you know, all that would change once you both went to college. She was in New York and you in New Haven, only an hour and a million people away from each other.

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That's why when she would randomly text you just to say hi or see what you were up too, at first you didn't think anything of it. After a while the phone calls seem to become more and more frequent and you even found yourself waiting and excited for the next. When it seemed to long of a wait it was you who started making calls to her. Pretty soon the calls turned into FaceTime calls and the FaceTime calls turned into weekend trips, sometimes spent in New Haven others in New York and sometimes even in Lima.

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Finally after a few months of going back and forth you decide to muster up the courage to ask her what it all means. It's her turn to visit you this weekend so you'll ask her then, and after dinner, you do. You begin to think this will be the end of whatever this was but turns out it would just be the beginning. She goes on to tell you how much she cares about you, how her feelings have nearly tripled since high school and she hopes maybe you feel the same? Seeing the hopeful expression on her beautiful face you reach out, taking her hand in yours because of course you feel the same, it's clearly obvious to anyone with a pulse that the two of you belong together.

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So you two date, for almost three years. And in those years you learn and re-learn a lot about her. Remembering she doesn't like tomatoes in her salads and after a trip to the ER, you'll never forget she's deathly allergic to peanuts again. You're reminded how much she loves to work out and to be honest that obsession has benefited both of you. But it's not just you who remembers things, she remembers how you take your coffee, she even remembers to buy the correct brand of bacon you like because that matters to you. You both learn how not to speak to each other, knowing there will always be old unhealed wounds but now the both of you are aware of those triggers and do everything humanly possible to make sure the other knows they are loved because of, not in-spite of, them.

But let's face it, it's you two and sometimes old habits die hard, you like to push each other not to wound but to keep that old fun mischievous spark alive.

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Now you're approaching year three and she's been working a lot more, she apologizes reminding you both that her residency is almost finished and you both just have to hang on a little more. She often comes home exhausted but you don't complain not even when she falls asleep on the couch still in her scrubs or when her rotations last days at a time, no you don't complain because it's her dream and watching her succeed is yours.

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It's around midnight on probably one of the coldest nights in December, you're snuggled warmly on her side of the bed when you feel strong arms around you as the bed dips. Still in her smelly dirty scrubs she tosses herself down exhaling, and you lean over to kiss her welcoming her home.

With her eyes closed and a lazy smile on her lips she whispers …Marry me….

And for a second you think she just might be sleep talking because even though she says she doesn't, she does but when she peeks through one sleepy eye, you notice in her left hand she's holding a little black velvet box it's then you realize she's serious.

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Nodding you jump on top of her, laughing as you cover her face in kisses over and over again, you promise she can sleep all day tomorrow and the next because right now, tonight, the two of you are staying up to celebrate.

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Now it's a year after that proposal and you can't believe it. She's officially a doctor working at the same hospital her dad runs and you're about to publish your first book. You both now live in a plush two bedroom loft in Manhattan right next door to the HummelBerries, Rachel and Kurt.

The same Rachel and Kurt who now watch you with tears in their eyes as you walk arm and arm with Russell towards your forever.

You make eye contact and smile at the many many people who have loved, cared for and supported the both of you these past four years and the way they cry and nod only confirms the bond will only become stronger from this day forward.

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Finally reaching your destination, Russell places a kiss on your cheek taking your hand and gently placing it in hers. As he hugs her tightly, she promises to take care of you and he nods winking because he has absolutely no doubt, she will.

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She takes your hand helping you up the steps as you hold the bottom of your dress, after handing your bouquet to Rachel you can finally turn and see what you've been denied access to these past three days. Deciding in that moment it was absolutely worth the wait.

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She. Is. Perfect

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Taking a deep breath she grabs both of your hands softly rubbing your palms with her thumbs.

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You take a glance down to look at those perfect hands the same hands that help put you back together in high school after your car accident, the same hands that hold you when you're scared, and the very same hands that are responsible for unraveling you time and time again and it makes you smile, ever so slowly you look up into her eyes, the golden brown orbs that have seen you cry countless times, the very same beautiful eyes that can't seem to stop crying right now. Smiling you wipe away the stray tears that continue to fall from her beautiful face and when she leans into your touch smiling it causes the audience to ohh and aww.

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She winks at you and you nod as you both slightly turn, just in time to hear …

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Dearly beloved we are gathered her today to celebrate the marriage of:

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Santana Marie Lopez and Lucy Quinn Fabray

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