Crazy for You Chapter 2, a glee fanfic

A/N: Thanks for all of your reviews and alerts.

Disclaimer x2: I forgot to mention that I don't own 'Glee' for chapter one. I didn't own it then and, sadly, I don't own it now. Oh! I also don't own the song used in this chapter.

The next morning, Santana awoke to overwhelmingly aromatic scents. She couldn't quite open her eyes, but that scents were affecting her in ways they had never before. Maybe lavender and vanilla. She tossed and turned; she felt like she was floating on a cloud. It was different. She finally fluttered opened her eyes. She wasn't in her apartment. All she saw were white walls and a high morning sun peeking brightly through floor to ceiling windows. Her eyes were heavy. Stuck in a weird dream-like situation, she decided to go back to sleep.

Here's the mail, it never fails.
It makes me want to wag my tail.
When it comes I want to wail - Mail!

"Make it stop." Santana whined as she was interrupted from her sleep. "Please make it stop."

"Good morning, Santana."

"Good mor—oh shit." Santana said jumping from the bed. "Where am I?"

"You're in my apartment." Rachel said walking closer to the bed. "I didn't want to wake you."

Santana eyed Rachel suspiciously. She hadn't thoroughly assessed the situation. She gave Rachel a once over. She thought she looked cute with her hair in a neatly pulled back pony, wearing mid-calf jogging tights and an Incredible Hulk t-shirt. "You're so fucking hot." She said attempting to get up from the bed. She realized she was only wearing a t-shirt and underwear. Usually not one for subtlety she pulled the covers over her body.

Rachel chuckled and walked over to her. "Nothing I haven't seen. Don't get up too quickly." She said. "You've had a lot to drink. And quite possibly ingested some sort of narcotic." She leaned over you help her up.

"Mmm. You smell delicious." Santana said burying her face in Rachel's neck. "I like it."

"Thank you." She said. "You look like hell by the way. Sexy as ever, but you could use a little cleaning up."

Santana smirked. "Tell me how you really feel."

"Why don't you get cleaned up and come into the kitchen."

Santana nodded.

Rachel led her to a large bathroom just off of her very large room. This was quite possibly the nicest bathroom Santana had ever been in. It was feminine and bright. It smelled nice. She could definitely tell a sophisticated woman lived here. This was so unlike her bathroom in her 3,000 square foot adult arcade. It was spacious. She moved move through it freely. There was a shower and a Jacuzzi bathtub. There was so much space that it wasn't cluttered. The tub sat in the center of the bathroom; the large shower stall neatly in a corner. Santana turned on the shower and adjusted the head settings before entering. She removed her clothing. She smelled like her own arousal, lavender and tequila. How she could smell lavender on herself with such strong competing scents was beyond her.

The shower was perfectly hot; the pressure was beating magically against her skin. She reminded herself to ask Rachel where she bought the shower head. After she showered and put on the clothes Rachel left for her (she had to cuff the sweats because they were just above her ankles), she made her way to the kitchen.

"How are you feeling?" Rachel asked plating food. "Was your shower ok?"

"I'm feeling all right. That shower was amazing." She said. "Where you get that showerhead?"

Rachel smirked. "Maybe if you're nice to me I'll tell you." She winked.

"I'll do whatever you want." Santana said.

"Is that so?"

"Absolutely."

"The only thing I want you to do:" Rachel said walking over to Santana sitting the plate on the breakfast bar. "Is eat your breakfast."

Rachel was invading her space and Santana didn't know what she wanted more: Rachel or the steaming plate of bacon, eggs and pancakes. "You made me breakfast? This is incredible."

"Yeah. So just relax and enjoy it."

Santana nodded. "You're not going to eat any?"

"I'm going to eat. I'm vegan, so I can't have what you're having."

"Vegan? That's…interesting." For the lifer of her, Santana never understood people restricted themselves from meaty goodness—especially bacon. "So what do you eat? Fruits and veggies?"

Rachel chuckled. "Most people don't understand the vegan lifestyle. It's very restricted, but if your breakfast is any indication I do pretty well in the kitchen."

"I wonder what else you do well in the kitchen."

"I'm sure I'd do you really well in the kitchen."

Santana nearly choked on her bacon. This woman was doing things to her; she wasn't sure how she felt about it. "Why do I get the feeling that you're trying to top me?"

"Is that what you think I'm doing?"

"Isn't it?"

"Why don't you finish your breakfast and maybe you'll find out." Rachel said picking a raspberry from her fruit salad.

Santana moaned. Again, she couldn't tell if it was because of what Rachel was saying or if was because the food was so damned delicious.

The women finished their breakfast in a comfortable silence. Rachel cleared their stuff from the breakfast bar and put everything in the dishwasher.

She washed her hands and walked over to Santana. "What do you usually do on Sundays?" She asked sitting on Santana's lap.

Santana loved Rachel's forwardness. "If everything with Axe is ok I usually play COD. Just chill out. Nothing special."

"I see." Rachel said lifting Santana's chin. "Would you like to do me?"

"I'd love nothing more."

"I'm sure." Rachel said as she kissed Santana.

Santana moaned. She would never get enough of this girl's mouth. Santana deepened the kiss. So that neither would fall Santana brought Rachel impossibly closer to her. Rachel secured her legs around Santana's waist. Santana wouldn't mind spending her Sundays like this.

"I love when you kiss me." Santana said running her hands down Rachel's back.

"Well, I love kissing you." She said gripping mounds of Santana's hair.

Santana carried Rachel to her bedroom. Santana didn't waist anytime throwing Rachel on the bed. Rachel giggled. She loved that Santana was so aggressive yet playful. Santana straddled Rachel.

"You're gorgeous. I just can't even speak right now." Santana said. "Are you real? Because I've been very fortunate in my life, but I'm not so sure this is real."

Rachel chuckled. "Does this prove that I'm real?" Rachel asked flipping Santana over and pinning her to the bed. Santana couldn't move. Rachel held her wrists down over her head.

"Damnit woman, you're so tiny. How are you so strong?" Santana said struggling to break free.

"Shh."

"But I—"

"Shh. Be quiet." Rachel said kissing Santana's neck.

Santana couldn't think properly. She almost wanted to ask herself how it was possible that Rachel kept topping her, but the thought never transmitted clearly.

"Santana?"

"Yes?"

"Do you like what I'm doing to you?" She continued kissing her neck.

What the fu- Santana wondered where the hell that question came from. She decided it was best to answer Rachel. "Very much." She said. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"This isn't me trying to seduce you. I'm just having a little fun." Rachel stopped kissing Santana and looked her in her eyes. "When I seduce you, excuse me" She chuckled. "If I decide to seduce you, trust me, you'll know." She gently kissed Santana's lips and hopped off of the bed and left her bedroom.

Santana lay stunned for a minute. She couldn't move. She didn't know if she wanted to move. Rachel Berry was officially just the best… EVER.

Rachel returned with Santana's clothes washed and neatly folded.

"Wh-When did you wash my clothes?"

"While you were sleeping."

Santana smiled. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." She said. "I hate to be this person, but I have to meet Mercedes for lunch."

"Oh. Um. Ok." She said. "I'll get going." Santana wasn't used to being asked to leave. She usually left before the woman woke up or made up some ridiculous story to get her to leave. She didn't intend to be rude, but she really didn't think that her future wife would be a one night stand she met at a club.

"I've enjoyed your company." Rachel said. "I'm sure I'll see you soon."

"Thanks for taking care of me and making me breakfast." Santana said changing from Rachel's sweats to her jeans. "And uh, washing my clothes. You're sweet."

"You're welcome."

Santana put on her boots and jacket and readied herself to leave.

"I really like your jacket." Rachel said fixing the collar on Santana's jacket.

"It's my favorite."

"It's so you. Very sexy."

Santana blushed. "Here." She said taking off her jacket. "Hold onto to it."

"Wh-what?" She asked. "I can't take your jacket."

"I want you to have it."

"Thank you."

Santana nodded.

"Come here." Rachel pulled Santana in for a kiss. Rachel put so much into the kiss. She wanted Santana to know she meant something to her. That she appreciated their time together. "I love doing that." She said sighing as she pulled away from the kiss.

"Well, you're pretty good at it."

"You keep saying that."

"Because it's true." She said reaching for Rachel's hand. "You wanna know what else is true?"

"What?"

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I've never met a more perfect person."

"Santana, the things you say to me." Rachel sighed. "Leave me breathless."

"Alright Ms. Berry, I have to go. Enjoy your lunch with Mercedes." Santana said kissing Rachel's hand.

Rachel and Mercedes Met a Café not far from studio city. It was an incredibly beautiful day, so they decided to sit outside.

"You look you just won a Tony, Ms. Berry, what's going on? How was your night with Santana?"

Rachel blushed. If she was being honest her night with Santana was perfect. Taking care of Santana didn't require a lot. She was the most gracious drunk person she'd ever met; and she her hangovers were easily curable: extended sleep, a hot shower and homemade breakfast. Santana was easy. "It was good." She said taking a sip of her iced tea. "She's refreshingly easy."

Mercedes chuckled. "Yeah. That's Santana for you. She's pretty laidback; very easygoing."

"I like it."

"You do, do you?"

Rachel nodded. "And she is like the best kisser ever. Like her lips are pillows." She said drifting off into a daze.

"I know." Mercedes sighed.

"What? You've kissed Santana?"

"Uh, yeah." Mercedes said like it was no big deal.

"Does Quinn knows about this?"

"Yeah."

"Wh-what? Are you guys into some freaky swingers lifestyle?"

"Absolutely not. We all grew up together. Santana and I made out all the time in high school. Well, until I realized that Quinn had it bad for me and we stopped."

"Interesting information." Rachel said taking another sip of her iced tea. "I thought you and Quinn didn't get together until after college."

"We didn't make it official until after college. We didn't spend much time together with her being at boarding school in Ohio. We only had summers. It would've been difficult to sustain a relationship while I was in high school and she was at Yale." She said looking over her menu. "Apparently, Quinn was fine with our arrangement because she knew we'd be together. She was just so great about everything."

"And now you're here together in LA. Successful in your careers and madly in love." Mercedes nodded. "That's incredibly romantic."

Mercedes chuckled. "It has been an adventure."

"So you and Santana never dated?"

"God no. It would take and active miracle for us to get together. She's like a sister to me."

"A sister you've made out with?"

"A very hot sister I've made out with." Mercedes joked. "But, no. Our families are really close. Our dads are best friends."

"You're silly." Rachel said. "So what else is new?"

"Well, my paycheck just increased by a few zeros."

"So you got the job?" Mercedes nodded. "Congratulations. That's incredible. I know you worked hard for it."

"Thanks. Most people thought I got the job because our dads are friends." She said. "Little do most people know is that he actually put me through the ringer; getting this job wasn't easy."

"I'm sure he took it easy on you."

"Easy is not in Carlos Lopez's vocabulary."

Rachel chuckled. "It's in Santana Lopez's vocabulary."

"Rachel." Mercedes swatted her arm. "You're a mess."

"So, how are things with you and the 'Magnificent Quinn'?"

"Things are good. She's been stressed about her new line lately. She's introducing men's wear."

"That's awesome. Congratulations."

"I'll tell her you said so. I just wish I could do something to ease her mind a bit."

"I'm sure you'll figure it out."

Mercedes smirked. There are things she could do to Quinn that would help her relax. But that would have to wait for now she would just enjoy lunch with her friend.

"Lopez, get your lazy ass up." Quinn said as she walked into Santana's apartment.

"You're going down, loser." Santana said speaking into her headset. "I will annihilate you. Too bad your mommy and daddy aren't there to save. I will crush your hopes and dreams for the future."

"San. We have to go." Quinn tapped Santana on the shoulder and walked over to the gaming console.

"Touch that Fabray and Merce will be licking your wounds later."

"I told you I'd be here by 12." Quinn scoffed. "It's 12:30."

"You're late."

"And you're not ready. You're supposed to be helping me do the most important thing ever; and you're what playing Call of Duty?"

"Chill out Q. We're almost done."

"You've got 10 minutes."

Santana smirked. "You're going down kid. There's no way in hell you can handle this. Check the perimeter loser."

Quinn rolled her eyes. Who would've thought that spoiled, obnoxious, power hungry, hot ass sex-kitten (Santana's words) Santana Lopez would grow up to be a laidback, guitar designing, video-game playing, sexy badass (also Santana's words)? Well, she never in her wildest dreams imagined that. Santana is an overgrown child. But when it comes to business she puts the games away, puts her big girl clothes on and makes deal and owns shit just like her mother taught her.

After her 12 minutes were up—Quinn gave her a two minute warning that lasted four—she was getting annoyed.

"Alright Kev, good game. Remember who runs this? That's what I thought. Be good buddy. Have a good week." Santana said as she removed her headset.

"You really are a woman child."

"What? He's a good kid. Just because Meg and I didn't work out doesn't mean that I can't be friends with him."

Quinn smiled. She knew how much Kevin meant to her, but they really needed to get on with their day.

"Alright Fabray, where are we headed first?" Santana asked as they walked to her private lot.

"I need to buy new candles and then we can pick up the flowers and dinner. We have to be done by 5. You're driving."

"Fine, but I'm driving the 'stang and driving as fast as I want."

"Why can't we drive something safer? Like your Lexus?"

"Because that's for business. Besides, I haven't driven since it got some under the hood action." Santana wiggled her eye brows.

Quinn scuffed.

"It's either this or the Camaro. Your choice blondie."

"Fine. Let's go, but you can't go over 80 and I mean it."

"Boo. You're no fun, Q." She said opening the door for Quinn.

"Whatever. Let's go."

Quinn was usually much more relaxed, but what she had planned for tonight put her on edge. Santana knew this and was testing her.

"How many candles could you possibly need? I mean damn, Fabray?" Santana was annoyed they had been at the Pottery Barn for nearly 40 minutes. Home decorum gave her the heebie-jeebies.

"Santana do you know anything about romance?" Quinn couldn't deal with Santana right now. "How many women have you proposed to?"

"I know enough Fabray. Look why don't you relax. She'll love everything, but we still have to get the flowers and go to Whole Foods."

"I just want everything to be perfect."

"And they will be. Let's pay for these and head out."

Quinn nodded.

"By the way, have you asked the Jones' for permission? You know they're like super traditional."

"I'm not an idiot, San. Of course I asked them. I asked them a few months ago. Tina has been emailing me twice a month asking why I haven't proposed to her daughter yet."

"I'm wondering the same thing."

"I had to make sure everything was perfect."

Santana rolled her eyes.

"How are you ladies doing today?" The cashier asked.

"Good thanks. How are you?"

"Well, thank you." The cashier said. "Will that be all for you and your…girlfriend?" She asked Santana.

Santana couldn't help, but laugh. "Who me and this one? My girlfriend? Q you hear this?"

"Yes. And that will be all thank you." Quinn was annoyed because Santana wasn't even close the cashier to as such a question.

"Your total will be 1248.43."

"Damn Q. All that for candles."

"Not right now, Santana." Quinn said handing the girl her credit card.

"I think you're funny and sexy. I'm Jackie."

"Hi, Jackie. I'm Santana."

"I know."

"Ahem."

"I'm sorry, credit or debit."

"Debit."

"Enter your pin please." She said. "So Santana what are you up today?"

"Nothing much. Just helping out my bestie." She wrapped her arm around Quinn's shoulder. "She's preparing to take the walk of death."

"Oh no. You're dying?"

"No. I'm not dying. I'm proposing to my girlfriend."

"OOOooOoo. That's so sweet." She said handing Quinn her card and receipt. "So do you have a girlfriend, Santana?"

"Absolutely not."

"Maybe you should call me once you're finished. I'm done at 6." She said writing her number on the back of one the store's business cards.

"Cool. I'll think about it." Santana said putting the card in her jacket pocket. "Later, Jackie."

"Oh my god, San." Quinn said once they left the store. "Are you serious? She's like 19 or something."

"Your point? As long as she's over 18 I don't care."

"You're disgusting."

"But you love me."

"I'm seriously beginning to question that."

"Whatever. She's hot."

"She like completely ignored me. I was the customer."

Santana chuckled. The girl had been very forward. She liked that. "Too bad you don't have to deal with hot girls throwing themselves at you. I can't even imagine giving up all of those beautiful women. I love Merce, but you're crazy Q."

Quinn slapped Santana on the back of her head. "Just shut up and drive."

"Ouch. Damnit, Q." Santana said rubbing the back of her head. "Why'd you do that?"

"Because you play too much. Can you take anything seriously?"

"I take things seriously, Q."

"Other than Axe and COD?"

"I take you seriously." Santana said pulling out of the parking lot mumbling about how she wouldn't be there if she didn't.

"I know." Quinn sighed. "And I appreciate it. I'm sorry. I just want everything done by the time she gets home."

"We still have lots of time, Q. Look, I'll even help you set up. Ok?"

Quinn smiled. "Thanks San." She said checking her iPad making sure she had everything she needed so far.

The rest of the afternoon was a breeze. Santana made sure that Quinn got everything she needed and that they were back at her and Mercedes' condo by 5.

"Q, how do you want these candles setup?"

"Just spread them all over while I prep for dinner."

Santana did just that and then some. She also dusted everything. Twice. What? She's a good friend.

"That smells great Q." Santana said walking into the kitchen. "You should totally cook more often."

"I'll keep that in mind." Quinn said whipping a bowl of cream. The phone rang. "Could you get that?"

"Greg says your package is here and he'll bring up in a few minutes."

"Yay. I'm excited. Once it gets here everything will be complete."

"Cool. What is it?"

"You'll see. It's why I've been waiting so long to propose."

A few minutes later Greg was at the door with a blue-eye black Siberian husky puppy.

"What the? Q, he's so awesome. What's he for? I thought you hated dogs."

"I don't hate dogs. I don't like them, but Merce does and I want to make her happy."

"This is what took so long?"

"He's purebred. I had to wait for his mother to give birth; then I had to wait until he was old enough to get off the teet. And then I had to get him trained a bit."

"Ok. I get it. This is a super special puppy."

"Mercedes is worth it. This is the exact dog she's always wanted."

"Wow. A puppy and a proposal in one night. Fancy, Q."

"He's perfect. He's partially trained, so we won't have to worry about him yapping."

"He's great. She's going to love him."

"Cool. Do your thing. Hit me up tomorrow and let me know how it goes."

"I will." Quinn was scratching his head. He seemed to be in total ecstasy. "Oh. And don't think I forgot; we'll talk tomorrow."

"Talk about…?"

"Your little sleep over last night."

"I honestly can't remember what happened last night. I've huge gaps in my memory. I was in Rachel's car. I went to the bathroom and then I woke up in her apartment." Santana left out all of what happened after she woke up because she couldn't quite understand it herself.

"Alright, but maybe over lunch we can jog your memory."

"Sure thing. So uh, congrats and let know how it goes."

"Good evening, Ms. Mercedes." Greg said opening the entrance. "How was your day?"

"Pretty good, Greg. How was your day?"

"Good. You know, watching the door."

"You're so silly. Have a good night." She said as she got on the elevator.

Mercedes sighed as she entered the penthouse condo she shared with Quiin. She enjoyed catching up with Rachel, but she was tired. All she wanted to do was cuddle up with her girlfriend and sleep.

She sat all of her things down in the foyer. She'd have to pick them up tomorrow. She walked into the living room and was taken aback by dimly lit candles and rose petals strewn all over the floor.

"Hey baby." Quinn said walking over to Merceds.

"Hey." Mercedes smiled meeting Quinn half way. "What's going on, baby?"

"Nothing much, just doing something special for my girl." She said kissing her girlfriend.

"This is beautiful."

"You're beautiful." Quinn said guiding Mercedes to the bathroom. "I want you to relax. Just chill."

"Wow." Mercedes said taking in the sight of the bathroom. There were candles all over. There was soft jazz playing in the background. "Wh-what's. What is all this?"

"Do I need a reason to cater to the love of my life?"

"No. I just need a minute. This all very sweet."

"I'm glad you like it."

"Are you going to join me?"

"No. This is all for you. Just take your time and relax. Come out when you're ready." Quinn kissed Mercedes. She really didn't want to move so she deepened the kiss.

"Quinn, Quinn, baby." Mercedes said between kisses. "Do you want me to take a bath or do you want to continue this in the bedroom?"

"I'm sorry, sweetie. You just taste soo Mm. I'm sorry, babe. Take your bath and then come out when you're done."

Mercedes relaxed in her bath for about twenty minutes before she decided that was enough time. She thought this was the perfect opportunity to wear the little number she bought a few weeks ago. She gave herself a once over and knew that Quinn would be eating out the palm of her hand over the dress.

"Mercedes, baby, you look. Just wow." Quinn said as she watched Mercedes walk into the living room.

"You look really handsome, Quinn."

Quinn blushed. She had changed into a black Armani suit while Mercedes was bathing. Quite often Quinn wore men's clothing around the house. It wasn't something that she shared with the outside world. Quinn had no desire to be a man; she and Mercedes were experimenting with role playing and they both liked it. A few months ago in passing, Mercedes mentioned that Quinn would look gorgeous in a suit on their wedding day. Quinn wasn't sure if she'd wear a suit on their wedding day, but she figured it wouldn't hurt if she wore one when she purposed to her girlfriend.

"May I have this dance, Ms. Jones?"

"Of course."

Quinn pulled Mercedes in close. Mercedes loved being this close to her girlfriend. Quinn always made her feel loved. They danced in silence basking in the ambiance.

Quinn pulled Mercedes in even closer. Mercedes felt hardness. "Baby, is that…?"

Quinn nodded.

Mercedes chuckled. "So you assumed you'd be getting lucky tonight?"

"I'd like to think so."

"Someone's confident."

"Not always. Sit down get comfortable."

Quinn whistled twice.

"What the? Quinn, why are you whistling baby?"

Within seconds the puppy came running into the living room.

"Here boy." Quinn kneeling to scoop up the puppy.

"He's so cute." Mercedes said taking the puppy as Quinn passed him to her.

"He's for you baby."

"What? Really? But you hate dogs."

Quinn chuckled. "I don't hate dogs. We just don't get along."

"He seems to like you."

"That's because I put him in his place."

"You're such a goof." Mercedes said scratching his head. "Does he have a name?"

"No. I was thinking you could name him."

"Umm. He's so beautiful. I have no idea."

"Well, think on it. There's no rush."

"Ok." Mercedes continued playing with him. Quinn couldn't get enough of her playing with the pup. "Aww, Q. You ever got him a collar with lots of bling." Mercedes said as she assessed his collar. "I think you forgot to take this sack off it." Mercedes said working the sack from the collar. "Maybe it's an extra piece." She finally detached it. "Oh look I was ri—" She looked up and Quinn was on one knee with a velvet box at Mercedes' knees. She opened it to reveal a 2-carat princess cut solitaire in platinum setting ring. Mercedes gasped. Quinn took her hand.

"Mercedes," Quinn started. "I fell in love with you that summer Santana introduced us. What did you say to me after we started spending time togetherU?"

Mercedes sighed. "That you were too old for me and you just wanted one thing."

"What did I say?"

"That it was only two years and that you wanted many things from me." Mercedes said as Quinn reached up to wipe away tears that were streaming down her face. "I still don't know what a college freshman would want with a 16-year-old who lived 3,000 miles away."

"Those things didn't matter. All that mattered was that I got to be with you."

"Yeah. After you stalked me."

"I did not stalk you. I just kept in touch with you."

"You were really persistent."

"Because I wanted you. I needed to be with you. I told you it would work out. Remember when I said that, baby?"

Mercedes nodded. Tears falling from her eyes. "You said that you'd visit me whenever I wanted so that you could rack up on miles." She chuckled. "You said that distance couldn't keep us apart and everything would be fine because we would be together. And as soon as you graduated from Yale you moved to LA."

"Because I couldn't stand being away from you and I knew this is where you wanted to be. I never want to be away from you. And if I am it won't be for long."

"You've always kept your word."

"And I intend to for the rest of our lives." Quinn kissed Mercedes' hand. "Mercedes Jones, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and raising our beautiful puppy and in the future children together?"

Mercedes chuckled.

"Of course if this isn't the right time and you need to think on it, I have no problem waiting. I'd wait forever. But because dinner's getting cold I need an answer like now."

"Quinn, you're a mess. Of course I'll marry you."

"Really?"

"Yes. And we'll raise Sapphire and our future children together; anywhere as long as you're there." Mercedes said bringing Quinn in for a kiss. It was loving and passionate.

"Sapphire, huh?"

"Yes. His eyes shine brighter than this diamond, which is blinding, so can you please put it on my finger before I decide to just keep him as a symbol of our engagement."

"I'm sorry future Mrs. Fabray." Mercedes laughed. Quinn frowned. "Was that too presumptuous. You don't have to take my last name. I could take yours. We could hyphenate."

"Quinn, calm down. Of course I'm taking your last name."

Quinn let out a sigh of relief. She always wanted Mercedes to have her last name.

"You asked my parents for permission right?"

"Of course I did. Have you seen Mike Jones? And I'd never hear the end of from Tina."

"Ok Fiance. Let's get you fed because you're going to need your energy." Mercedes said pulling Quinn into their kitchen. "And you should probably call Kim to handle things at the office because you won't be going in tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am." Quinn saluted.

"Come on goof."

That night they made love like never before. They solidified their love and the transition of their relationship with promises leading to a lifelong commitment.

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