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As we were walking up towards the precinct Santana was already planning her second, third fourth yes up and about tenth proposal since it meant that you would get things for free. She was laughing and winking the entire time as she listed the bars, restaurants and carriages she'd heard of that offered free food, drinks and rides when someone proposed. After all we were the most glamorous bitches in this city so damn straight that we would get it all. Besides the ring had such a big sparkle it deserved the publics multiple moments of fabulous appreciation. I only nodded since clearly the afterglow of the amazing sex we just had, the happiness of being engaged and of course the Blue Thunders she'd had were giving her a sort of sugar rush. It wouldn't surprise me instead of bailing our friends out we'd end up adding one to the bunch.
As the doors of the building closed behind us Santana had let go of my hand to holler after an officer asking him and I quote 'where the hell they'd keep crazy giant toddlers as well as white boy strippers accompanied by a strange singing Jewish girl being wheeled around by a nerd of a director as they were cheered on by three girls all of different continents or couldn't you tell the Chinese twins liked socializing with both black and white or are you a racist?' to which she started singing a Michael Jackson song as she poked the stunned officer in the chest. Puck wrapped his arms around my flailing Latina and pulling her away before the officer would no doubt drag her to holding but not to get our friends out.
He picked her up and carried her over to me before dropping her on her feet and turning back around to ask the cop in a more civilized manner where we would be able to find our band of misfits. Santana looked at me sheepishly as her eyes suddenly grew with wonder when I placed my hands in front of me on her strong biceps, rubbing up and down softly to calm her down like I would Beth.
"What is it San?"
She blinked and her eyes grew even wider and I could see the dilated pupils stare back. She was getting the after blow of the alcohol that much was clear. This meant one thing.
"I – I just...realized something!"
Her eyes started to water and I could feel her body start to shake. Damn Santana and being the weepy drunk.
"And what's that sweetheart?"
I pulled her in my arms and rocked her a bit from side to side to hopefully chase away the inevitable breakdown that would surely delay our trip down a bit. Puck made his way over but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the Latina buried in my arms. He wisely motioned towards the toilets and mouthed that he had to pee. Pussy, I thought. Men are all just wusses.
"I am so happy that you – you realized it."
I looked down at my fiancé – God it felt good so think that – and raised an eyebrow.
"You mean that I love you? And want to marry you? I'm glad too y'know San."
I hoped with that it would all be over soon but instead I felt her shake her head against my neck and I sighed a little. God knows what I had realized, in reality it had been a ton of things. I had realized I was gay, I had realized I had fallen in love with my best friend which I did now what? Twice. I finally figured out that San was it for me and pulled my head of my ass and proposed to her.
"No silly, I always knew you'd realize that eventually since you're a bottle blonde anyways."
I held back the witty comment that lingered on the tip of my tongue and swallowed it. She was drunk, she wasn't being mean either. No she was just being my delightful, snarky girlfriend.
"Then what was it?"
Santana sighed like she had to tell me the world's biggest secret. Oh my god! Was there an apocalypse coming? Or zombies? I bet they're zombies! Shit man, I knew I should've prepared better! Ugh if only my stupid girlfriend hadn't convinced me not to buy the gear dammit. I knew it I just knew it!
"That Gloria Steinem was right you dumbass."
"You love my ass."
"That I do."
The comment left my lips before I could think twice and it wasn't until she answered again that her words registered.
"I'm sorry though San but what? Gloria Steinem?"
She pulled away and I wiped the tears that were trickling down her cheeks away and sweetly pecked both her cheeks as I cupped them in my hand and stroked her tanned flash gently.
"You were an English major freak Quinn even though you took it as a minor to your Drama major. You read those fancy books and those difficult poems and shit y'know. You had a thing for words, you still do but it took you what? Six years to finally get the one freaking important quote of this Glorious – huh maybe that's where they got her name from? Her parents must have been gypsies or something, never mind – mastermind?"
I still had no idea what she was talking about, jabs and pokes aside.
"I still don't get it San, which quote?"
She pulled away and smiled, it seems her nervous breakdown was over for the moment.
"Dios mio! You'll remember Lucy Q, trust me you will."
With that she turned to find Puckerman coming out of the men's room and dragged him towards the elevator as she added some swing to her step and looked over her shoulder to wink at me.
I smiled at her and just shrugged. She was right anyways, I would remember it soon enough.
As we took in the sight of our friends sleeping comfortably on top of each other and some of them snoring not too subtly I almost felt bad for waking them up. Clearly Puck and I were the only ones with a bit of compassion in our body since Santana found it fantastic to rattle the bars with a spoon – where did she get it from anyways? – And yell at the top of her lungs.
"WAKE UP YOU BAND OF NUDE ERECTIONS I GOTS NEW TO TELL YOU!"
She turned around with the spoon and walked right back rattling the bars once more and seemingly not done with the yelling she strutted towards us but her eyes were directed at the group who startled awake and fell off the tiny benches onto the people sleeping on the floor which resulted in a sleepy, mumbling mess of limbs and heads trying to get their bearings or thinking the world was going to end. This was all understandable really.
"THAT MEANS YOU TOO FRANKENTEEN SO STOP GETTING OFF ON YENTL THERE CAUSE THAT IS MOLESTING THE WAY YOU'RE SQUASHING THE HOBBIT WITH YOUR MAN BOOBS! AND YOU WHITE BOY THAT'S NOT VERY BROMAN OF YOU SUCKING YOUR BEST FRIEND'S GIRL'S BOOBS WITH THAT HUGE MOUTH OF YOURS I MEAN CHANG BOY IS RIGHT THERE! AND ARETHA SERIOUSLY WHAT ARE YOU LAZING YOUR DIVALICIOUS ASS OFF IN ARTIES WHEELCHAIR? AND WHERE THE HELL IS WHEELS BY THE WAY?"
They all scrambled to get to their feet as Artie raised his hand from somewhere in a dark corner.
"I am right here Satan, no worries. I took all the blankets since I am more in need of them than others, I mean I need to keep my legs warm and all."
Santana raised an eyebrow and shot him an impressed smile.
"Well at least one of you has picked up some tricks from Aunty Snix. Never thought it'd be you goodie two shoes but I am glad nerdy boy. NOW GET YOUR LAZY ASSES UP CUZ I AM BAILING YOUR FLAWED BEHINDS OUT OF HERE."
It seemed Santana had enough of HBIC still in her to get them to act smoothly – or well as smooth as a hung over band of musical whimps could. The cop made his way from the desk and dangled the keys before slowly turning the lock. Puck arranged the last paperwork and Santana just eyes them all with a murderous glare as they stepped out one by one, smacking their behind as they passed like a mother would her children. I smiled at the thought of Santana disciplining our children in a couple of years' time. She'd be my wife then. I grabbed her hand and played with the ring on her finger and caught her loving gaze as she watched me smile fondly. Of course this didn't go unnoticed by the others
"Oh my god SATAN, you lucky goddess, IS THAT AN ENGAGEMENT RING I BESTOW UPON THY FINGER?"
Santana spun around to grace Kurt with her now sparkling hand.
"Indeed it is Lady Hummel! Be jealous now bitch cuz imma sparkle your shine right outta here!"
He gasped and gently took her hand in his and fawned over the ring. I'd gotten her a pretty big rock because I knew she kind of liked that shallow aspect of it and who was I to deny my gorgeous girl her dreams? Exactly, bonus points mean bonus sex people and if you had her in your bed every night you'd understand.
"Oh my tots! You serious girl? Dang that is one hell of a rock!"
Mercedes stood right next to our fabulous designer fangirling as well as the others came closer to get a sneak peek too. As Finn towered over the rest of the gang getting a look I saw two people who weren't advancing towards a glowing Santana.
Brittany watched me with tears in her eyes and a pang of guilt hit me deep in the stomach as well until she showed a wobbly smile and made her way over, enveloping me in a warm hug.
"Thank you so much Q."
I was shocked to hear the words leave her lips and I tightened my hold on her even more.
"Whatever for Britt Britt?"
She kissed my cheek and pulled back, her blue eyes shining with happiness as the sadness made room for a proud glint in those marvelous orbs of hers.
"For giving her exactly what I couldn't, for making her the happiest woman on earth."
I smiled my own watery smile at that.
"I will always strive to do exactly that Britt, you can count on that."
She nodded thoughtfully.
"I know I can Q and I know I can trust San to do the same even more. I'll always love her Q, she was my best friend and my first sweet lady kiss but I hope, no I know one day I'll find what you guys have. I'll have those rainbows and sparkly diamonds."
I chuckled at her choice of words and squeezed her hands as she stepped back from me.
"I have no doubt in my mind that you will Britt."
She shrugged as if to say 'I am fabulous and I know it' before smiling brightly and nodding over to San.
"Best friends for life then?"
I nodded.
"Unholy Trinity forever Britt. And then some."
She smiled and let go of my hands to go watch the rock. I could tell in the way San's shoulders relaxed that she most likely heard the whole thing. I knew they'd have to have this talk themselves as well but it felt like the biggest relief to know our friendship could handle this, could overcome it
"You're really getting married?"
The whisper tore my attention away from the smiling, chatting group and focused itself on the tiny Jewish girl who suddenly stood quite close to me. I took a step back for much needed distance.
"Yes Rachel. I am getting married."
She laughed humorlessly.
"I thought you were against marriage. You know the whole 'I don't need a piece of paper to show the world that I am spending the rest of my life with, it's so mainstream' speech certainly had me fooled."
I clacked my tongue at her response. It was true what she said, I wasn't a big fan of marriage after seeing the one my parents had and the crash I had when driving towards the almost Finchel one but there was something that changed.
"And that is all true Rachel but when you are in an adult relationship where you and your partner are on equal footing, you learn to work through your fears and misconceptions once you find out that the biggest dream the love of your life has is to indeed get married with all the big 'mainstream' shenanigans. In fact after a while you learn to get past the ideas you used to have of it because this lovely person, this amazing woman in fact shows you what it really means to be married to someone. Or what it could mean. And guess what?"
She stared back defiantly.
"What Quinn?"
I smiled happily.
"It's pretty fucking amazing."
She took a deep breath at that and her eyes became glossy with unshed tears, the words stinging deep within her. II shouldn't feel proud but I did. What I said was all true anyways. Santana helped me in so many ways, she got me to see so many things in a new light and with the recent approval of gay marriage it just felt right to finally do it and man up so to speak. I planned on making the biggest commitment of my life, next to being a mother, to another person and I couldn't be happier about the fact that not only was I doing this but I was going to give it to the most deserving person in my life, the most beautiful woman with the biggest heart hidden underneath a luscious covered snarky brain. I looked to my right and saw a fuming Santana pretending not to listen to give me the privacy to deal with this apparently jealous Rachel.
"I am marrying Santana and you will just have to suck it up and deal with it like I had to all those years ago when you wanted to marry the jolly green giant over there. The only difference here is that we are actually planning to go through with the wedding and the promise to spend our lives together forever. It will be hard; we will have to really work at it. She will call me a bitch when I am being one and I will call her out on her shit as well. We'll fight, she'll spend countless nights sleeping on the couch, I will most likely have the door slammed in my face on a weekly basis but we will have the best marriage anyone could have because in the end of the day we will always have amazing make up sex and go to bed to wake up to the one we love most in our lives."
At this point the entire gang was listening in our conversation but I did not care or notice.
"And when the time comes we'll move from our shared little studio to a duplex apartment near Bryant Park because San is going to be working close by in a fancy hospital as a surgeon and I will be a bestselling author and teach drama to high school students and hopefully saving someone's life the way Shuester saved all of ours and then we will start on kids. Because I want kids, a whole yard full of them. I can already imagine them running around y'know? Mini-Santanas and all that. I'll certainly have my hands full with them but I'd love it anyway. See I would get to cook big family dinners every night and have a house full of people for the holidays and we'd be like the freaking Brady Bunch and I'll never understand why in the world I ever thought I was going to be stuck in Lima for the rest of my life married to a gigantic toddler and have two point five children with a picket white fence. And parts of that have been the Glee club and in a way even you."
I turned towards the group of people all standing there, hugging each other and smiling from ear to ear like sappy fools. I know I know I was being a sappy fool too but that is beside the point.
"You have all helped me in your very own way to be who I am today. Some of you more than others."
I glanced towards Brittany, Mercedes and Rachel who offered a little smile.
"And I can't thank you enough for getting me to the point where I could be the person I wanted to be, the person I needed to be to finally find my happy ending. Even though it was unexpected and no one really saw it coming-" I was surprised to see half of the Glee Club scoff as If to say 'uh please' and shrugged as I continued, noticing the tears streaming down San's face again. I reached for her hand and pulled her to my side.
"Anyways I am glad, so damn happy to have found it in this beautiful, caring, gentle, passionate, fierce, strong, smart, soft, funny, witty, bitchy, snarky, honest fine piece of Latina ass."
I finished my declaration with a firm kiss planted on those delicious full lips of my fiancé.
"And anyone who's gots a problem with that can take it up with me and do not expect me to go easy on you cuz we're all a bunch of sappy ass losers now cuz I tell ya now I come from-"
"LIMA HIGHTS ADJACENT AND IMMA KICK YOUR ASSES..."
They all chorused together as I chuckled sweetly.
"We all know Satan, it is no longer a threat since your father is a doctor and you haven't set a foot in that particular ugly part of Lima since you ere six months old."
We all raised our eyebrows at Kurt for that one.
"What? I am the queen of gossip, seriously guys I have sources."
I smiled already getting that San must've told Kurt one time when he came over. I smiled at him and mouthed a thank you, trying to tell him that I appreciated him keeping an eye out for her when I couldn't because of the distance. He winked back and started gushing over the ring again. Everyone started freaking out again and I could see Rachel peeking at it from the corner of her eye.
"You know it's okay to go look at that ring, it's okay to be happy for me, us."
She looked at me with a sad resignation in her eyes.
"I am happy for you Quinn. You deserve this more than anyone else I know. I won't lie, it hurts to see you getting it with someone who isn't- the me went unspoken- but I can tell that you're happy."
She nodded to herself and shifted a bit from foot to foot, her telltale that she was nervous.
"I am sorry Quinn. I am so sorry for what I did to you. I am sorry for not listening and for walking out the way I did. But I was freaking out and some part of me thought you were playing some joke on me. When I realized you weren't and Britt talked some sense in to me, I became even more scared. I threw the biggest chance of my life away and I have no one to blame but myself. So I just want you to know, that I'm sorry. For that and for how I acted tonight."
I nodded at her.
"I hope you can forgive me one day. I might have messed up my chance to be with you but I hope we can rekindle our friendship. I do miss it Quinn, I miss you."
I swallowed.
"I don't know if I can do that all so easily Rachel, you really hurt me and San as well. But I am willing to try at being civil at least. I don't need any tension at the wedding anyways and I'm sure San agrees."
I looked at her questioningly and she smiled at me before she glared at Rachel.
"Look Hobbit, I ain't no great fan of you cuz you screwed my girl up real bad but y'know if she decides to forgive you and you can handle this hotness-" San motioned between herself and I, "Then I can tolerate your loud mouth around us I guess."
Rachel smiled a thankful smile at my girlfriend and nodded.
"Yeah, so y'know I'll give you a call and maybe we can go grab a cup of coffee once okay? Just don't push me on this, I need some time to accept what you did and I think you need some time to accept this situation as well. If we're going to move past all of it we need to do it right because I will not have you ruin a good mood or be the cause of a fight when I get home to my beautiful wife, am I making myself clear?"
Rachel nodded once more and spoke with a sincere voice.
"I understand Quinn and I accept your terms."
Santana grumbled at that and yelled again, her need for food apparently being the most important thing to follow now that everyone was out of the jail cell and the biggest dramas had been sort of cleared.
"I NEEDS FOOD YOU SILLY PEOPLE! GETS ME FOOD!"
Both Sam and Mike seconded and Mercedes gave her 'hell yeah' approval.
And so it was that a band of misfits in their twenties were walking down the streets of New York, looking for a place that sold both pizza and taco's at two am in the morning as they laughed at the blonde boy who had ripped off his shirt and spun it around in the air while the Asian girl sat in the lap of the nerd kid in the wheel chair with a singing diva belting out a Celine Dion song as a Jewish boy with a Mohawk held a tiny Jewish girl with an argyle skirt under his arm as the other fist punched the side of a chuckling big dumb looking oaf of a boy who was trailing slightly behind. At the front of the group you could see a blonde girl walking hand in hand with a Latina girl, they were both sporting a smile everyone has seen at least once in their lives when watching a sappy romantic movie or in the last picture of a fairytale book and you just knew with one glance at the weird group of kids that looked strangely beautiful under the street lights, that they were happy and were going to be like that for ever after.
The end.