A/N – I hope you enjoy this.
I wake to the sound of the front door closing. It's 5:10 on a Sunday morning so I know its Quinn going out for her run. I would usually be pretty grumpy about waking up this early, especially since I had a show to be at last night, but today is the day. Today is the day that I ask Lucy Quinn Fabray to marry me.
I get out of bed, and pad my way to the bathroom. I open the shower stall door; turn the water to the right temperature and strip off the clothes that I was still wearing from last night. I step under the stream of water, letting the warmth caress my tired muscles. I let the water wash over my body, waking me more. I let my mind wander to most important woman in my life, and I can't help but think of how excited I am at the prospect of spending the rest of my life with her. I finish with my shower, and towel up, noting the time. It's 6 now; so I lounge on the bed, turning the TV on to catch up on ESPN.
By the time 7am rolls around, I am completely dry and fully caught up on the scores and highlights from the night before. I know Quinn runs her 12 miles in 2 hours, so she'll be home soon. I walk into the closet and try to decide what to wear. I settle on a red linen button up that I roll the sleeves up on, a pair of khaki shorts, and my lucky boxers (just because). I move to wait in the living room because there's more room to pace. I feel the need to work off some of my nervous energy. Man, I should have gone on that run with Quinn. I don't know how many laps of the living room I've done, but I'm facing the front door when Quinn walks in bearing breakfast and coffee.
"What are you doing up babe?" she asks, concern crossing her face.
I move to her, wrapping her up in my arms. "I have something I want us to do today," I respond sweetly.
She chuckles, "Are you going to enlighten me on what that is?"
"Nope," I respond nonchalantly.
"Well, I need to shower and change before we go. Want to accompany me?" she asks suggestively. I want to give in, but I can't.
"Not today babe. If I do, we'd never leave the apartment, and I'd really like to do what I have planned," I state simply before kissing her. I grab the goods from her, turn her around, and send her off in the direction of the bedroom with a light smack on her firm backside. She shoots me a flirty look, and I can't help but shrug and smile.
Half an hour later, Quinn is freshly showered and finishing her coffee that I reheated for her. She dressed in a light blue summer dress, with a white sweater over top. Her hair is over one shoulder, and she looks carefree.
"You ready to go babe?" I ask as she places her mug in the sink.
"Yes! I'm excited San, lead the way," she answers smiling. I pull up my backpack that holds everything I need for the day, pat my short pocket to triple check I have the ring, and lead the way out the door.
…
"Santana, we're going to Ellis Island?" she asks suspiciously from our spot on the top of the ferry.
"Yes pretty lady. We said we'd come sometime, so why not today" I respond, trying not to give anything away. Quinn and I have been talking about coming here together ever since she moved to New York, but that's not the only reason I wanted to come here.
"Ok babe," she responds, and I can tell she knows something is up. I kiss her cheek and wrap my arm around her shoulder to enjoy the view of the city.
We disembark from the ferry, and make our way into the museum. We hold hands as we wander, taking in the history. After an hour, I suggest we take a look around the grounds.
Once outside, we find a spot on that looks out towards the Statue of Liberty. Luckily the weather is gorgeous today, and I thank a higher power. Once I'm happy with our spot, I pull out a blanket from my backpack, and lay it out so Quinn and I can sit. Quinn sits with her legs out in front and leans into my side. I pull her close, and kiss her temple. We sit for a while enjoying the view, and I take one last calming breath.
"I have something for you," I breathe into Quinn's hair as I kiss her on her temple once again. I open up my backpack, and pull out a small black box. It's simple, but has a removable lid.
She takes it in her hands, looking confused. "What is it?" she asks, and I know, like a little kid she wants to shake it, but she refrains.
"Open it," I instruct gently.
She does, and carefully removes the contents. She studies them carefully, "What is all this?" she asks, still confused.
I grab her left hand in my right. I reach for what I know is the first item. "This," I say holding up an old train ticket, "is from the day everything changed between us. May 4, 2013. You came down from New Haven after your finals in first year and I was picking you up from Grand Central. When you saw me, you ran to me and jumped on me and hugged me. Something clicked, and I knew in that moment I had to tell you how I felt about you. I knew I had romantic feelings for you all through high school, but I was never sure of myself then, and it wasn't till my first year at NYU that I really came into my own."
"I always wanted you Santana. I struggled too. High school wasn't our best time," she whispers, stroking my hand.
"I know, and I could tell that day that something had changed for the better between us. It was that trip that I told you how I felt, and I'm so happy that I decided to be brave," I say matter of fact. I turn and kiss her cheek and I reach down for the next item, a little crab shaped peppershaker. "Do you know where this is from?" I ask hopefully.
"Of course. That's from our first date at City Crab," she chuckles, "do you remember when you tried to crack yours it landed on the table next to us?" She lost it, and I can see tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes.
"Of course I remember… I was mortified. I saved so I could take you there, and I ended up making a fool of myself, but you were so sweet, and grabbed my hand across the table to console me. I remember thinking I would continue to make a fool of myself all night if it meant I could hold your hand again," I divulge. I had never told Quinn that before.
"Babe…" she catches her breath and smiles sweetly, "and I ended up doing one better and kissed you outside of Kurt and Rachel's building when you walked me home at the end of the night."
"Best end to a date ever up until that point," I joke as I pick up the next relationship memento that I held onto for all these years. It's a key card from the Roosevelt hotel.
"Is that from our first night together?" she wondered nostalgically.
"Yah. You snuck away from that gallery opening that you were supposed to be at to spend the night with me. I was so nervous I felt like I couldn't breathe. When I stood naked in front of you, I was feeling so vulnerable, but you reached out and held my hand, and told me I was beautiful. I could see it in your eyes that you meant it," I finished in a whisper. I could feel a tear starting to fall.
Quinn reached with her free hand to wipe away the tear, and lingered so she could cup my cheek. "You were always beautiful," she whispers before leaning in and connecting our lips in the most tender of kisses. I could have sat there with our lips touching for an eternity, but now more than ever I want to ask her the most important question I ever would.
I leaned back from the kiss so I could look Quinn in the eyes. She was smiling at me, and I could see gold flecks in her eyes. This was my moment.
"Quinn, do you know why I brought you here?" I ask confidently. She shakes her head, and I can feel her curiosity. "This place symbolizes new beginnings. Immigrants from across the globe would come through this island following the "American Dream". They would land as Russians, or Italians, or Irishmen, and they would leave for the main land calling themselves Americans. Quinn…" I pull the ring box from my pocket and get up on one knee in front of an awestruck blonde, "you are my dream." I open the ring box. Quinn's mouth falls open, and I know she's speechless. "This is the last place that I want to be called your girlfriend… So, Lucy Quinn Fabray, will you marry me?" I smile my biggest smile, and grab her left hand.
"Yes! Yes! Of course yes!" she exclaims, and I slip the ring on her finger. I kiss the ring, and the next thing I know I'm on my back with Quinn kissing me with more passion and love than I have ever felt. Her hands are snaked in my hair, pulling me impossibly close. Our tongues dancing a sensual dance that I never want to stop. My skin is on fire, and I want to kiss her forever, but air has become necessary, and she pulls back slightly. Our noses brush and I look into her eyes. I see my future. I see our wedding, our three kids with her hazel eyes, big family holidays when we're grandparents. I reattach our lips and try to convey all my hopes and dreams in this kiss. I can feel her smiling into me and I know she sees what I see. She pulls away again.
"Babe, take me home so I can make love to my fiancée," her voice heavy with lust and want.
…
I couldn't keep my hands off Quinn our entire trip home. I had a hard on that was begging for release, and I needed to feel her in someway as we traveled. As soon as we were in the apartment, I slammed Quinn's body against the front door. I attacked her pulse point, licking and sucking as I ground my erection into her center. After only a few moments I couldn't take it anymore and I fumbled with my shorts, and pull down my boxers to free the steel rod that was standing at absolute attention. I brought her legs around my waist, hiked the skirt of her dress up, pushed her panties to one side, and thrust in hard and deep. Quinn moaned at the feeling of being filled, and I continued to lavish attention on her pulse point,
"Santana, give it to me baby…show me how you fuck your fiancée," she groans. He walls massage my cock as I thrust into her hot, tight channel.
My thrusts are rough and sloppy. "Do you want your fiancée's cock filling you Q? Do you want it to cum inside you?" I question hard.
Quinn whimpers in response, and I give her everything I've got. I jack hammer into her pussy, and she finally cums around me. Her walls hold me in place, milking the cum that empties into her. I kiss her lips.
"I love you Quinn," I pant out. "Let's take this to the bedroom."
She connects our lips, and I hold her up, still inside her. I walk us to the bedroom, and the movement has made me hard again. I place her on the bed and rid myself of my clothes. Quinn has done the same, and she is completely bare except for the engagement ring that will be forever on her hand.
"Come here," she instructs. Her voice is like liquid sex, and I can feel a bit of pre-cum escaping at the words. I climb onto the bed and between Quinn's legs. My cock rests between her folds, getting coated in our combined wetness. "Please get inside me," she begs.
I give it to her. I bury myself in her, but I don't move, waiting for her to set the rhythm. She cants her hips in a slow deliberate pace. She's doing all the work from underneath and it feels incredible.
"Santana…" she moans.
"Yes Q," I reply breathlessly.
"I want you to cum on me," she quietly begs, "I want you to mark me."
"Babe," I lift her left hand and kiss her ring, "that's what's this is for," unsure if that's what she wants to hear.
She whimpers. "That's for the world to see. I want this San, please, do this for me."
She bucks a little harder, and my eyes roll back. I can't say no when she begs. I start to meet her hips. I thrust hard and deep into her, feeling the tight coiling in my gut.
"I'm close Q…so close," I grunt out. I pull out of her tight channel and grip my 8 inches, stroking it up and down at a punishing pace trying to find my release. I can feel it start.
"I'm cumming," I pant out as thick white ropes of cum shoot across Quinn's flat stomach, coating her, some reaching as high as the swell of her breast. When the first one hit her, I could see her tense and tremble as her own orgasm washed through her body.
"Babe," she whispers, still recovering. She drags a finger through the mess covering her body, "I'm yours," she finishes as she cleans her finger, "always."
"And I'm yours," I breathe out as I fall to her side. I close my eyes, holding my fiancée in my arms.
A/N - Let me know what you guys think. It is always appreciated.