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Epilogue
Two Years Later
Santana gulped nervously ran a finger along the inside of her bow-tie. Her eyes were fixated on the faux archway on the other side of the park. She was fine admitting that she was scared.
"Hey, calm the fuck down." Quinn grunted from beside Brittany who was her maid of honor.
"Q...hey San, don't worry, Rachel loves you, duh. Breathe or something." Brittany smiled rubbing her arm reassuringly.
"Yeah you're right." Santana took a deep breath and smoothed her lapels. She couldn't believe Rachel hadn't killed her when she'd told her about what she wanted to get married in. She was dressed in a classic little black dress that stopped at her knees. The dress was strapless and over it she wore a fitted tuxedo coat and a black bow-tie. Quinn had mused that she looked like a magician's assistant, but she thought that it was perfect for Rachel and her.
"shhhhh...they're starting..." Kurt mumbled from where he stood opposite the trio.
Sure enough Mateo came strutting down the aisle squeezing the sides of the ring pillow. He caught his sister's eyes and gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up, almost toppling his cargo, but managed to catch it in time.
After Mateo took his place the wedding march began and an eleven-year-old Beth and a wobbly two-year-old Ashley made their way to them tossing flowers with a looks of concentration. Quinn smiled lovingly at the little girls and gave them a slight wave.
When Santana looked up she was struck by the sight of Rachel clad in the most beautiful off-shoulder lace gown. Her dark hair was loose and curling around her neck. On her right was a dapper looking Hiram, regaled in a tuxedo and top-hat; Rachel and he had had a huge argument about the hat, but Santana had convinced her to allow their eclectic group of family and friends express themselves, it was for this very reason that on her left, Leroy was dressed in a gold and black vest. They looked ridiculous, but Santana could care less, she was so concentrated on how lovely her intended wife was.
As they made their way down the aisle their gaze never broke. Rachel smiled and it took her breath away. When they reached her and the Berry Dads took their seat she couldn't stop herself from closing the distance between them and capturing the diva's lips in a searing kiss.
"Not yet, not yet, Santana." Quinn whispered tsking loudly.
"Ladies, if you're ready to precede." The reverend cleared her throat and they sprung apart both faces crimson.
"Sorry..." Rachel mumbled into her chest and she could feel her face burning into her neck. Santana shrugged her shoulders and tried to look more ashamed, but couldn't muster the look. They had done everything backwards and without order. Fiancees before they were dated, roommates before they were friends, lovers before they dated. They should have never worked, but they did and she wasn't ashamed to show affection to the woman she adored in front of these people.
"I'm not, how could I possibly resist." She smirked and the reverend chuckled when they all heard Mateo whisper something about Lopez Charm.
The End.