A/N – Thanks to everyone for the kind words, and I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much. It's got some fluff, angst, and lovin'.

5 days. I was in Kansas City for 5 days. I'm sure the city is great, but I was there watching the band "Show Me" play 1am sets trying to determine if my record label should sign them to a deal. Ridiculous hours like that, as much as I love them, don't really lend themselves to exploring what the city may have to offer, so when I wasn't wining and dining the band, I spent much of my time in bed, thinking and dreaming about the blonde photographer I left back in New York.

To say I'm anxious to see her is an understatement. Not just because it's been 5 days since I've had her walls around me (because, let's face it, going a day without feeling her is hard), but also because after living together for 2 years, it's hard to function without your other half. It's the simple things like when I go to bed before her she'll make sure the coffee maker is loaded and set to go off with my alarm, or when I come home late from a show, she'll have my favourite take out in the microwave waiting for me because she knows I forget to eat sometimes. The hardest thing though is just falling asleep. Because without her curled up into my side with her hand resting in the valley of my breasts and her head placed right on my shoulder so that my nose can be buried in her hair, I constantly feel cold, and sleep hardly happens, and if it does, it's fitful.

As I sit in the back of the cab on my way to our apartment, Quinn's ringtone, Country Girl by Luke Bryan, fills the car. "Hey pretty lady, I'm just on my way home, I can't wait to play you the new demo the Show Me's recorded."

"I look forward to it babe, I know you guys are pretty excited to get them signed. I just wanted to let you know that Kurt needed me to step in for a sick photographer for one of their shoots; this is the first free moment I've had. We should wrap up in 2 hours, I hope that's ok?"

"Q, don't even worry babe! I'm just surprised Kurt didn't ask you in the first place."

The cab finally pulls up outside our building. "It's just a small shoot, he thought it wouldn't be worth my time, but I told him, next time, whatever it is, if it fits my schedule, I'll do it… I just love working with him and seeing all the hot new fashion trends," she gushes. " I know babe. You two together make a great team. But get back to work, and I'll see you when you get here."

"I love you San."

"I love you right back pretty girl."

I pay the cabbie, and step out of the car, and I'm hit with a brilliant idea. Having Quinn busy for two hours, I can pick up some things, and surprise my girl with a special night in. Manuel, the greatest doorman in NYC is on shift, and I ask him to store my luggage for a moment so I can run out and pick up what I needed right quick.

I return 30 mins later, slip Manuel a 20, and proceed to carry my luggage and groceries up to our apartment. I step in the door, and the place is spotless. Oh babe is my first thought. There's usually prints littering the table, and rolls of film on the coffee and side tables, and when there isn't it's a telltale sign that Quinn hasn't been feeling on top of her game lately. This makes me even happier that I put off the tiredness to do this for her.

In the time from when I got home, I've put the white tiger lilies (Quinn's favourite) in a vase on the kitchen island, the bottle of white wine in the fridge to chill, and the prosciutto wrapped chicken baking in the oven with the sauce simmering on the stove top. The only thing missing is the blonde that inspired the whole evening. Just as I think of her, my phone beeps indicating a text. It's from Quinn, and I can't help the smile that starts to spread across my face. "Just hopping in the elevator" it reads. I head to the fridge, pull out the wine, grab two glasses, and pour out a generous amount in both.

I turn around to the sound of keys in the lock. "San, someone on the floor is cooking something and it smells delicious," Quinn yells out looking at her phone as she kicks the door closed and tries to shimmy out of her shoes without using her hands. I give a light chuckle at the sight and wish I could capture it on film to show her how ridiculous (in a good way) she looks.

I saunter up to her, wine in hand, "I'm pretty sure that's me Q," I state and hand her her glass, then wrap my now free arm around her waist to pull her close so I can kiss her on the lips. It's a soft kiss, just lips, to let her know I missed her.

"Santana, why are you cooking? I thought you'd be exhausted after flying today, I was gonna order Chinese from that place down the street," she says smiling. I know that look, it's the - you didn't have to, but yes, this is exactly what I want - look.

"I thought I would surprise you," I simply state, feeling my smile reaching my eyes. "Besides, I'm tired of takeout after the trip," I lie, winking at her, so she knows.

I walk her to the kitchen island that I'm set with plates and cutlery. I sit her attractive self down, serve up our dinner and sit beside her. We eat in comfortable silence, minus the few moans of appreciation Quinn expresses.

After dinner, I clear our dishes and Quinn wipes down the counter so that we don't have to deal with the mess tomorrow. She throws the rag in the sink and grabs my hand. She leads me to the bedroom, straight into the master bathroom. She drops my hand to turn the water in the tub on. When she's sure it's the right temperature, she turns back to me, and wraps her wet hands around my neck. She leans in and kisses me. "Thank you for dinner Santana, it was delicious," she kisses me again. "Now, will you sit in the tub with me and just hold me?" she asks, and I can see in her eyes that she's tired, and there's something else I just can't place. "Of course babe, that's all I want to do right now," I kiss her right back. I grab the hem of her shirt, and raise it up her body to take it off. With it removed, I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, and work it down her arms. I lean forward and lay a quick kiss on the tops of both breasts. Quinn has her hands on my belt buckle, undoes it and proceeds to unzip my jeans. With them undone, she moves to rid my top half of my shirt and bra and leaves me to shimmy out of my jeans and boxer briefs. Now that I'm completely naked, I step into the tub and turn off the water. It's the perfect temperature, and I sit with my back at the end of the tub and open my legs so that Quinn can rests between them. I take another appreciative look at her as she removes her leggings, and my eyes follow her as she climbs into the tub, and nestles herself into me, her head turned so she can kiss my jaw. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. We sit like this for a while, and I can't help but close my eyes in contentment. Quinn shifts, and I can feel that she's tense.

"Q, what's wrong babe? The bath is supposed to be relaxing, why you so tense?" I ask while drawing shapes on her thighs.

"San…. do you want to get married to me someday?" she whispers.

My shape drawing ceases because I'm thrown for a loop. Quinn sounds so insecure, and the spotless apartment makes sense now. She's been in her head thinking about this for a while.

"Quinn," I turn her head and lean back so I can look at her face fully, "you know the answer to that…. why are you questioning it now?"

"I had lunch with Rachel the other day, and she made an offhand comment about how she's surprised we've made it this far, she didn't think you had it in you."

I blink incredulously at the girl resting between my legs. Manhands doesn't even know what she's talking about… I shift to get out of the tub, and a flash of hurt crosses Quinn's face. I pull her out of the tub, towel her off, and wrap the towel around her. I do the same with myself. I lead her to the edge of the bed, and sit her down. "Wait here," I instruct her. She tilts her head to the side, looking confused.

I march to my office. It's my safe haven. Quinn and I both have our own studio/office, and we respect each other's workspace, so I know for a fact that she has never seen what I'm about to show her. I walk back to our room, shoebox in hand, and stand in front of Quinn. I hand her the box. "Open it."

"What is this Santana?"

"You'll see."

She takes off the lid, and I forgot how full it's gotten lately. She picks up the first piece of scrap paper, and I see the date scribbled on it. February 12, 2017. She should remember that date. It was the opening of Quinn's first gallery show. She places the paper beside her, and picks up another item from the box. This one's a picture of a farmhouse in upstate New York decorated for a reception she pointed out one time in a magazine she was reading. She rifles through the rest of the box that's filled with anything and everything that's Quinn or wedding related, before looking at me with tears in her eyes. "Santana…" she whimpers, trying to hold back tears.

I remove the box from her hands, place it on the ground, grab her hands in mine, and look her right in the eye. "I think about our future all the time," I lean in and kiss her quick. "That box is filled with important dates, notes about your favourite things, your dreams, bucket list items, anything that I deemed important about you, and trust me when I say I'm going to be needing a bigger box soon." I peck her lips again. "There are things in there that you've mentioned loving for a wedding in passing, and I made sure to remember them," another kiss. "You babe, you deserve everything, and one of those things is a proposal that can match how special you make me feel."

She drops my hands, stands up in front of me, wraps her hands around my neck, tangling them in my hair and crashes her lips to mine, pressing her body impossibly close. Our tongues dance like familiar partners, but there's every bit as much passion as there was when we first started dating. The pressure she lavishes on my tongue starts to bring my member to attention, and when she wraps her legs around my towel clad waist, I am ready to take her right then. Her towel has come undone, and I rip it away before I grab her ass and shift her higher. I walk forwards to the end of the bed, and lean over to press her into the mattress. She removes her hands from my hair, breaks away from our kiss, and works her way up the bed. I take my towel off, and follow her up the bed.

Quinn's looking at me like nothing else in this world matters right at this moment. I settle my weight right on top of her, kissing her strong and deep, trying to convey how much I feel for her. She brings her right leg up and around, so that it's resting on my shoulder. She reaches down between us, and lines my cock up at her entrance. Without any foreplay, Quinn is the wettest I have ever felt her. She lifts her head, nibbles on my right earlobe. "Please make love to me Santana," she whispers.

I slowly sheath myself within her tight walls. "God I've missed being inside you," I breathe. I wrap her other leg around my hips, trying to get as deep as possible. I slowly thrust in and out; taking the time to fully appreciate how good Quinn feels around me. Her hands are back in my hair, and she holding me so I can look at her face while I thrust. "You're it for me Quinn Fabray," I whisper, and I lean in and capture her lips in a tender kiss. Her lips feel so soft against mine, and I don't want this moment to end. I shift down her body a little to get a different angle, making sure that I'm hitting Quinn's soft spot. "Right there S, keep doing that," she whimpers. She starts matching my thrust with her hips, and I can feel her walls start to flutter. Feeling her that close, I can feel my own pleasure start to coil deep in my gut. I start to thrust her soft spot harder, again, trying to express how much I want her. "Oh god Santana," she moans, "please…. make me cum."

I bury my cock to the hilt when she says that. I want to give her everything. I pump as deep as I can and I watch her face as a silent scream leaves her mouth. Her walls clamp around me, but I keep pace, prolonging her release. I feel her coming down, but keep at it. "I can't San…it's too much," she squeaks, but I know it can happen again, and I take her leg from my shoulder, wrap it around my hips, and with a few more powerful strokes, I can feel her come undone once again, and this time I let go, emptying my load into her hot and tight channel. I can feel our combined wetness starting to leak out as I start to soften. I slowly pull out as Quinn's legs fall to my sides. She smiles weakly at me, and I can't help but smile back.

I get out of bed, and walk around to the end, pick up my box of Quinn, and take it back to my office. I look for a blank piece of paper and a pen, and scribble the date down – May 14th, 2019; the day I decided it was time to propose to Quinn.

I place the latest addition to the box and replace the lid. I turn the light off, and make sure the apartment is locked, and the lights are all off. I walk back to the bedroom and notice that Quinn has turned on my bedside light, and crawled under the covers. I turn off the light, and join Quinn under the covers. I move beside my girl, and she shifts and takes her rightful place curled up, hand on my chest, head on my shoulder. I breathe in her smell, "I'm going to marry you someday soon Quinn," I whisper. Her breath is deep and even, she's out cold, so she didn't hear me, but after tonight, I know she wouldn't doubt me if she did.

A/N - I'll keep going as long as people are enjoying, so let me know!