"I'm so nervous, Q!" Santana said as she opened the door to her home. "What if I don't get into any of those schools? I don't want to be a Lima loser."
"Relax babe," the blonde replied, wrapping her arms around the Latina's waist. "I know for sure that at least one of the schools you applied to have accepted you. Those that reject you (if there even are any) will be missing out on the smartest, most beautiful girl that I know."
"Let's start looking through the mail then," Santana said, placing the envelopes on the coffee table.
"Which one would you like to open first?" Quinn asked.
"I guess I'll start with Columbia," Santana answered. "Here goes."
Congratulations on your admission to Columbia University in the City of New York, Class of 2016! It gives me great pleasure to send you this letter, and you have every reason to feel proud of the work and aspirations that led you to this moment.
"I got in," Santana said with tears in her eyes. "I got in, Q! I'm not going to be a Lima loser."
"Congratulations, babe! Q I knew you could do it," Quinn replied with a knowing smile. "You should have known by the thickness of the envelope that you were accepted."
"I know, but I didn't want to give myself false hope."
"It's reality now," Quinn said. "Do you want to open the rest now?"
…
6 letters later, Santana was overjoyed to find out that she had been accepted to the U-Penn, Northwestern University, NYU, USC, and UCLA. She was however, a little disappointed that she was not accepted to the University of Chicago.
"Who cares about U-Chicago anyways?" Quinn said. "You've done so well, Santana. I'm so proud of you!"
"Thanks you," Santana said. "The only thing that sucks about being at Columbia is that I'll be more than 60 miles away from you."
"I could always transfer to New York," Quinn suggested.
"No, Q!" Santana immediately protested. "You are not giving up your place at Yale to be with me. We need to focus on your dreams as well."
"My dream is you," Quinn said. "I want to be yours forever. Knowing that I'll have you by myself is enough for me. I'd give up the world to be with you, Santana."
"I know, Q. And I'd do the same for you too," the Latina said, caressing the blonde's cheek. "But I want you to go to Yale. I know it's what you want, baby. We can always visit each other one the weekends or when we have breaks."
"Okay," Quinn said. "I love you so much, Santana."
"I love you too," the Latina replied, snuggling into Quinn's arms.
(At McKinley High)
Now it's time to announce this year's senior prom court nominees. Your choices for prom king are Rick "the stick" Nelson, Quinn Fabray (that's weird), and lasty, Finn Hudson. And now for the category we all really care about, prom queen. Missy Gunders, President Brittany S. Pierce, and Santana Lopez.
"We're going to run this town," Santana told Quinn.
"Don't we already?" Quinn replied with a small smirk on her face.
"I guess I'll be waiting to be formerly asked to prom then," the Latina said before walking down the hall with an extra sway of her hips, turning back to wink at the blonde.
That girl will be the death of me, Quinn thought as she continued to stare at her girlfriend's ass while she sashayed down the hall.
…
Since the candidates for prom king and queen had been announced, students have been asking their significant others or crushes to prom. Every corner that Quinn turned, there were flowers and small heart shaped notes all over the place. The blonde even saw a boy serenading to his girlfriend. Even though she thought some of the gestures were sweet, Quinn didn't want her prom proposal to be ordinary. She wanted it to be special, because Santana Lopez deserves no less than that.
Featuring the Cheerios in her prom proposal was not an option, since Sue would have completely exhausted them with her torturous practices in preparing the cheerleaders for a seventh National championship title, following last year's fiasco. After a week of brainstorming, Quinn finally decided on how to ask her girl to their senior prom. She had enlisted her teammates on the McKinley soccer team to help her out.
Together as a team, the soccer team stood in two straight lines in front of Quinn and marched towards Santana, who was at her locker talking animatedly with Brittany about the dinosaur theme for prom. The boys each handed the Latina a single rose before singing their part of the song.
Hey, hey Santana (ooh ahh)
Quinn wants to know (oh ooh)
If you'll go to prom
The boys broke their lines and revealed Quinn who was sitting in her wheelchair behind them, holding a sign that said with me in her hands. The boys in the corridor all wolf whistled and waited for Santana to give her girlfriend an answer (though it was obvious what her reply would be).
"You're so sweet," Santana said as she leaned down to kiss Quinn on the lips. "Of course I'll go to prom with you."
"Yay!" Brittany exclaimed as she jumped up and down with excitement. "This really is going to be the best prom ever because you're both going."
"We would never ditch prom, B." Especially not the one that you're in charge of," Santana told her best friend.
"I love you, Sanny!" Brittany said, giving the Latina a hug. "And you too, Q!"
"We love you too, Britt-Britt," Quinn replied.
I couldn't help myself and decided to write a chapter about college and of course, a lead-up to our favorite couple's senior prom. I hope you all enjoyed this quick, but short update. Next chapter will obviously be prom and some sexy times for Quinn and Santana.
Just a side note though, I'm still haven't decided what to do about Rachel's future in this universe. I want to see her succeed in fulfilling her dreams of becoming a famous Broadway star, but I'm not sure whether or not to go through with the "Choke" storyline or have Rachel do well at her audition and get into NYADA. Please do give me some of your insight regarding this storyline. Also, what should Santana major in at Columbia?
Again, many thanks for all the story alerts and reviews. This truly means a lot to me,