Title: I Truly Love You (Formally Don't know. I'm open to suggestions.)
Pairing: Rachel/ Santana, maybe Quinn/Brittany
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: I truly do love you. I know at school nothing can change.
Warnings: Attempted suicide
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N: 13 is my lucky number. Also my hand hurts from first writing, then typing this all out.
Part 13: It's My Party
I was finally released from the hospital. I walked through the front door and straight to a party. My entire family was there. When I say family I am of course including everyone from glee as well as Rachel's dads. Everyone was careful and tried not to hurt me too much. I was still sore but thankful that the bullet missed everything important and that I wouldn't have to go to physical therapy.
Rachel had just gone to get drinks and I was relaxing on the couch. My abuela came over and sat next to me with a smile. "You must really love this girl."
"I do. I love her more then anything." I smile at my abuela.I know my eyes are sparking just thinking of my girl.
My abuela pulls out a small box that she had in her pocket and hands it to me. "I know you two are still young, but so was your abuelo and I. You will give her this. You look at her the same way your abuelo looked at me before he passed. She looks at you the same way."
I open the box and gasp. Inside is the ring my abuelo gave my abuela when he asked if she would marry him. They were the same age as Rachel and I are now. I carefully close the box and hug her the best I can. In my head I am already planning the best way to ask. I know that we're only juniors in high school but I don't care. I honestly don't believe I will ever love anyone but Rachel, and from what my abuela is implying by giving me the ring, she thinks this is forever to. My abuela is never wrong. Just ask her.
Rachel comes back with two waters. My abuela gives me one last kiss on the cheek before hugging Rachel and walking away with a good luck.
Rachel is looking at me with curiosity. I debate whether or not to tell her before deciding screw it it's my party and I'll do what I want to. I pull her closer before taking a deep breath.
"My abuela was with my abuelo until he died." I begin. She nods still loking confused, but willing to see where I'm going with this. "They got married when they were very young, the same age as us actually." I pull the box from where I had hidden it and hand it to her. She opens the box and looks at the ring then at me then the ring then at me again. Her eyes are wide in both surprise and wonder. "This is the ring my abuelo gave my abuela. This is the ring I want to give to you. I know we're young. I know that the future is uncertain. I'm not stupid. We haven't been together very long, only six months or so. I don't care. I love you. I know I am going to love you just like my abuelo loved my abuela, just like my abuela still loves my abuelo." I wipe some tears from Rachels eyes while valiantly trying to stop my own. "I truly do love you. Will you, when we're of age, marry me?"
I wince as I feel Rachel's small body slam into mine. After the first taste of vanilla glossed lips on my own I forget all about being sore at all. "Yes," she whispers against my lips when she pulls away. "Just yes."
I hear cat calls and yelling. I look over to see our whole family cheering. Rachel grins as the other glee girls rush over to look at the ring after I manage to put it on her finger. I listen to the happy squeals of the girls around me. I look at how happy my now fiancée is and can't help but think the whole getting shot thing was so worth it if this is how it ended up.