A/N: Found some time and wrote this out. I'm hoping to update "I Fell in Love in the Back of a Cop Car" next, and then probably "And One More Makes Fifty." Life is getting really busy because I'm getting ready to move, so if there's a gap in updates that is why. Please be patient. I promise to bring each fic that I have unfinished to a close. I hope you all are doing fantastic. Much love for all of your follows, favorites, and especially the reviews. They truly mean a lot. Thank you so much.
Summer 2019
SKYLAR
My moms are getting married today! Momma says that this has been a loooooong time coming, but that things got a little backwards because they fell in love when they were super young and Mommy was already pregnant with me.
I'm super excited because the wedding is going to bring everyone together. I haven't seen a whole lot of my grandparents or aunts and uncles in a while because everyone is always busy doing stuff and some of them live pretty far away. We moved to New York when I was six, so I'm closer to a lot of them, but according to both of my moms everyone is going to be here to celebrate with us. Honestly, I can't decide who I'm most excited to see.
Gram and Gramps and Gramma Judy will all be here from Ohio, which is really exciting. Now that I don't live so close they always bring presents whenever I see them, even if there is no reason. Plus, Gramps always tells me about crazy stuff that happened at the hospital. I love that. I think I want to be a doctor someday. If not that, then a soccer player. I'm really good. Anyway, my grandparents aren't like my friends' grandparents, all old and boring. Mine are funny and young and like to play with me. I'm super lucky for that.
I've already gotten to see Aunt Brittany because she's in the wedding, which has been really awesome. She's been on a tour with someone famous for a couple of months, but I still usually see her more than everybody else because she always tries to Skype me every Tuesday and Thursday before bed. I would say Aunt B is probably my best friend. Like, I have other friends who are my age and all, but Aunt Brittany has always been there for me, especially when my moms broke up for a little while when we first came to the city. They tried really hard not to let me see that things were bad, but I'm not dumb. I stayed with Dad most of the time then, and I only saw Momma and Mommy separately. It really sucked (I'm not allowed to say that word, but it's true, it totally sucked). Aunt Brittany took me out all the time and actually answered my questions, unlike everyone else who pretended nothing was wrong.
April 2017
"Aunt Brittany, why don't Momma and Mommy love each other anymore?"
Aunt B stops walking and takes my hand to stop me, too.
"Whoa, what makes you think they don't love each other?"
I feel sad. Really sad. I don't want to look at her face so I look everywhere else. My throat hurts when I try to talk.
"Well, 'cause Momma isn't sleeping at our apartment anymore. I can tell because when I go home from Dad's with Mommy, I can't smell her perfume and I think she took one of my pillows to wherever she is sleeping now. And…I…Aunt B I think I made them split apart and send me to Dad because I told them I could hear them fighting and that they shouldn't say such mean things."
I can see Aunt Britt looks surprised from the corner of my eye, like I'm not supposed to know anything. My chest hurts because I want to cry but I won't let it out. Aunt B kneels down in front of me and makes me look at her, but it's hard because I see the sad in her blue eyes too.
"Listen to me, Skylar. Nothing is your fault. Your moms thought it would be best for you to stay with your dad because they need to work on some stuff. And they're working on that stuff because they do love each other, very much. Do you understand?"
All I can do is shrug.
"I guess so."
It doesn't make sense. If Mommy and Momma still love each other then we'd all be living together like before. I really love Daddy, but it's not the same when I don't have both of my moms. Aunt B knows I don't really get it. She is giving me a look that says she knows.
"Let me try to explain it a different way. It's kind of like…learning new math. I know you're like, the smartest almost 7 year old on earth, but sometimes learning new stuff can be confusing, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, your moms know a lot of math and they are really good at it, but now they're in a new place and the math is a little bit different. They are trying to learn how things add up again. So while they try to figure out that stuff, they thought you'd have more fun and be happier if you stayed with your dad and got to play instead of doing math all day. Does that make more sense?"
It does make sense that I would have more fun playing than doing math.
"So are they fighting about the answer? Maybe we can help them get it right if that's what it is."
"It's not really the answer they are fighting over, sweetheart. It's more like…the right way to get to the answer that has them confused right now. It's one of those complicated problems that has more than one way to the right answer."
"But…once they figure out their math problem we'll all be together again?"
I am holding my breath, because I want her to say yes so badly. Seeing Mommy and Momma without each other is weird. They both seem so sad, even though they pretend they're not for me.
"Your moms belong together, and they both know that, Sky. I don't know how long it will take for them to solve the problem, but I know that when they do everything will fall back into place. But until then, if you feel upset, or hurt, or angry, you come talk to me, okay? I'll always be here to listen, or explain things, or just play. And I know you know this, but all of your parents love you very much, munchkin. No matter what happens, they will always love you the most."
Going through that stuff was when I decided Aunt Brittany would always be my best friend. She always just seems to get me, even when we haven't gotten to see each other in a while. Plus, she teaches me all of her sweet dance moves from the music videos she's been in. Aunt B is a crazy good dancer.
Anyway, there are a bunch of other people I'll get to hang out with today too, like Aunt Rachel and Uncle Finn. I usually see Aunt Rachel and Uncle Finn pretty often, but I guess some TV people want Aunt Rachel to be in a show about a chorus or something so she's been in Los Angeles for that. Uncle Finn has been around still. He is a lot of fun, he's like the only person who can still pick me up and toss me around like a little kid. It's hard to go out with them when they're both here though, because weird people are always taking pictures of Aunt Rachel and acting like she's some kind of big deal because she sings so good. Uncle Kurt told me that I'm the only one spared from Aunt Rachel's "supreme ego" and that it's good that I don't get what all of the fuss is about. According to Momma, Uncle Kurt is my fairy godmother. She says that pretty much from the moment I was born he started making me clothes because seeing me in Baby Gap outfits would have killed him. It's actually pretty awesome because now he gives me clothes from his clothing line before they come out. He even made my dress for the wedding today.
Who else? Oh, Uncle Artie and Uncle Sam live in Brooklyn. I don't really see them much because they both work a lot. I like to ride on Uncle Artie's wheelchair, and Uncle Sam lets me see how many things I can fit in his mouth. Usually Oreos or grapes or something. Once he let me see how many Skittles I could fit in there. It was a lot, I lost count.
Aunt Tina, Uncle Mike, and Aunt Mercedes all live in California, so I see them the least. They're always fun though. My friends are super jealous because they think Aunt Mercedes is cooler than cool. She recorded a song she wrote with Momma and it was a big hit and now she's super famous. I didn't tell my friends that the voice in the background of the song is Momma. I don't know why, it kind of feels special to know that secret. They both sound so good on the song.
Uncle Mike is one of the professional dancers on Dancing with the Stars, which is pretty cool too. He meets a lot of famous people. I don't really know what Aunt Tina does. All I know is that Momma keeps saying that she's getting "prematurely baby crazy," whatever that means.
So basically, this is going to be an awesome day. Not just because my moms are finally getting married, but because they're getting married with all of our favorite people around. I can't wait to have my whole family back together again.
SANTANA
Quinn is in a different room getting ready and I miss her. It's really the strangest thing because she's been mine almost 10 years, I see her every single day, and yet the moment I was told I couldn't see her it was like she'd been kept from me forever. Thank God for texting.
Me: I miss you
I don't care that I sound pathetic. I don't care that I'll see her in a couple of hours, when we finally make this official. I just miss her.
Quinn: I miss you too, babe. Is Skylar with you?
Me: No, she's been sticking pretty close to Britt I think.
Quinn: If you see her, can you tell her to start getting ready? You know she'll be outside playing until the last minute if we don't get her going.
Me: As you wish, my love.
Quinn: You know I'm rolling my eyes at you, right?
Me: Wouldn't expect anything less, dear.
Quinn: I love you
Me: Love you more
I'm grinning like an idiot, re-reading our texts. Somehow she still makes me feel like I'm 14 years old, seeing her face for the first time. I mean, without all of the confusion and angst over why exactly I thought she was so beautiful, of course. My stomach still does flips if I close my eyes and remember that exact moment. Quinn looked like an angel, and that has never changed. I'm actually a little nervous that I won't be able to speak when I'm standing across from her today. She's always had the power to render me speechless without any effort at all.
"Hey Mom, how's the getting ready going?" Skylar asks as she places her chin on my shoulder and looks at me in the mirror.
I look into her pretty green eyes and I just can't believe how big she is now. She's taller than you'd expect, considering her parents. Her limbs are thin and lanky, but she's very much so the picture of her mother's grace. Skylar is poised and mature, oftentimes very in tune with the people around her. A broad smile spreads slowly across her lips as she watches me looking at her.
"Mom? Earth to Mom."
"Yeah, sorry hun…it's going, I'm not too excited to sit still while they do my hair and I miss your mom already, but it'll be worth it in the end, right?"
"Right. I'm going to wait until the last possible minute to get my dress on, I don't want to get it messed up. But Aunt B did say that I have to stop juggling my soccer ball in the living room and go take a shower." Skylar looks annoyed until she catches my expression and realizes what she just said.
"Skylar. You were juggling the ball in the apartment?"
"Ummm…"
"Okay, we're not going to talk about this right now. In fact, we're going to pretend this conversation never happened. You are going to go get in the shower. Your soccer ball is going back in your bag where it belongs when you're inside. You are not going to mention this to your mother. Am I perfectly clear?"
Skylar looks relieved and abashed at the same time. She knows that Quinn would not be having any soccer in the house without some kind of lecture or punishment and that the only reason she is getting a bye today is so that we don't have any issues before the wedding.
"Yes, Momma. I'm sorry."
"Don't let it happen again."
"Cross my heart." Skylar gives me a light kiss on the cheek and then turns to go, just as the hairdresser comes in to get started on my hair.
I watch her leave and remember saying the same exact words to her two years prior, just after Quinn and I got back together after a couple of months apart. It was such a difficult time for us both, but we worried about our daughter more than anything. We tried so hard to shield her from the arguing and the change it caused between us, but each time I picked her up and dropped her off at Puck's I could see that she knew more than we wanted her to know. I don't know how we ever imagined that she wouldn't notice that she never saw Quinn and me together anymore, the two people who had raised her on a day to day basis, who she lived with and snuggled in bed with when she had a bad dream. We were so naïve, but I'll never forget Skylar's face the day we both went to pick her up and bring her home from Puck's for good.
June 2017
"Momma!" Skylar shouts as I walk into her dad's small apartment, her arms wrapping around my legs. Puck gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and then walks into the kitchen so that I can speak to Skylar alone.
I reach down to pick her up into my arms, groaning facetiously at how big she is. "Hi there, Sunny Sky. How goes it?"
"It goes. What are we doing today?"
I smile, because I finally get to tell my little girl what she's been waiting to hear. "Well…I was thinking we could go home today and hang out with Mommy. How does that sound?"
Skylar looks at me for a long time, her eyes narrowed in concentration. She reminds me of Brittany when she does this, as if she's reading your face to see what you're really saying.
"We're really going home?"
It's a heartbreaking question, because I know she's been confused by staying with Puck. They are very close, and I know she loves spending time with him, but her "home" has always been with me and her mom. We've done an awful job of explaining things, but thank God for Brittany and her brilliance. She stepped up where Quinn and I failed, and I'll never be able to express my gratitude to her for that.
"That's the plan, baby girl." Quinn's voice behind me actually sends chills up my spine. I was so afraid we'd never find our way, but she's here with me again and we're okay.
Skylar's lip quivers as she whispers "Mommy." She slides out of my arms and walks slowly towards her mom, her little shoulders hunched as she fights not to cry.
Quinn picks her up and squeezes her tight as her own tears start to fall, and I have to look away. The past few months have been torture for all three of us, and probably for Britt and Puck too. The guilt weighs heavily on my chest as I listen to my daughter cry in her mother's arms.
"Santana," Quinn says, gesturing me over when I look up at her.
In a moment we're all hugging together and my whole world feels right again.
"I love you both so much," I whisper, my voice strangled by tears.
Quinn pulls back to look at me and give me a soft peck on the lips before resting her forehead on mine.
"Momma, we're going home for real now, right? We're all going to be together?" Skylar asks me, her eyebrows lifted and her eyes wide.
My heart breaks that she even has to ask me that, but I understand why she's so uncertain.
"Yes, baby," I tell her, relieved once more that Quinn and I found our way back to each other.
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart."
QUINN
I'm not nervous about marrying Santana. That would be ridiculous. She's been by my side for over a decade, and in a few short months it'll be exactly 10 years since we got together as an actual couple. No, I'm not afraid of marrying Santana. I am, however, terrified of standing in front of every single person we love and completely bawling my eyes out because I have imagined this day for my entire life and it's finally here.
Once upon a time, there was a tall blue eyed guy in my imaginary wedding, waiting for me at the end of the aisle. I dreamed of the knight in shining armor, the man who would come along and make my dreams come true. Oh, if I could go back to that younger version of me and slap some sense into her. Not because I envisioned a man in my future, but because I somehow thought that I needed one to make myself complete.
And now…Santana completes me in so many ways, but I've learned to see myself as a whole person on my own. She forced me to face myself and find my own strength, to stop believing that my success was dependent upon someone else, even her. It was hard, and we fought, God did we fight, until she finally stepped back so that I could see what she saw. I was devastated when she moved out, but…surviving the struggle to stick together when it felt like we couldn't be farther from one another, that was when I knew for sure that we would make it as a couple.
Now here we are. After all of the waiting for the right time, after all of the planning, the day has come. From today on, I get to call the most amazing woman on earth mine forever and forever. It's kind of overwhelming, really, so I think it's entirely plausible that I might just manage a single word before breaking down into tears, just like I did when I finally asked Santana to come home after our separation.
June 2017
Santana and I are supposed to meet later this week, just like we have every single week since she temporarily moved in with Brittany. I have spent so many of the days in between and most of our time with one another so angry that it has been hard to even look at her when we are together, but every single week, without fail, she comes to see me. I don't know how she has done it, holding her tongue while I've accused her of quitting on us, of quitting on me. Santana, with all of her wit and her sharp tongue, has mostly accepted my abuse with hardly a word, except an occasional I'm sorry as she wipes the tears from her face. It's gut wrenching, because I have wanted her to fight back, to give me something to keep my anger alive. Instead, her clear devastation has reminded me week after week that this beautiful woman left for me, that her heart is as broken as mine.
Now that I'm in a healthier, stronger place, our meetings have been so much better. We saw each other twice two weeks ago, and three times last week. We've actually talked about a lot of our issues and acknowledged mistakes. I've been graced with Santana's beautiful smile and heard her laugh for the first time in months. The last time we parted she even gave me a soft, lingering kiss. I know she misses me as much as I miss her, and even though she is the one who chose to move out, I know Santana is waiting for me to bring her home again.
So I've decided not to wait until our next visit to ask. I'm standing in front of Brittany's door, as nervous as the first time I told Santana I loved her, waiting for someone to answer my knocking. The door swings open, revealing a very surprised, gorgeous Latina.
"Hi," I breathe, unable to actually speak out loud.
"Quinn," she replies, as if my name is the sum of everything she could possibly say.
I suddenly have no words. I shrug my shoulders as the tears start to fall, and I shake my head in apology as I draw a shaky breath. Before I can even try again, Santana has me in her arms and is planting firm kisses to the side of my face.
"Shhh baby, shhh. It's okay, Quinn. I love you. I love you so much," she whispers urgently against my cheek.
I sob even harder and press my face into her neck, my arms pulling her tightly against me. It strikes me suddenly how this is exactly where we started, when I was pregnant and scared and needed my best friend. It's always been Santana. She is it for me.
I lean back and wipe the tears from my eyes so that I can look into hers.
"Come home."
"Really?"
"Yes, Santana. Please come home."
"Okay."
It's a simple response, but the way she kisses me after she says it tells me so much more. With her guard let down, I can see how afraid she has been of losing me, how anxious she has been to come back.
"I love you, Santana Lopez."
"I love you too, Quinn. Call Puck. Let's go get Skylar."
SKYLAR
It's time. Holy cow. I'm nervous-excited, it's hard to stay still. I keep walking back and forth between the separate rooms my moms are in to check that they are ready, even though they've been ready for a little while now.
They both look beautiful. Like, I know that all of my parents are ridiculously good looking, because they look like movie stars, but today especially my moms look like they belong in magazines. It's funny too because everyone always assumes they like the same things, but they're totally different in a lot of ways. Momma likes to say that she's the flash and Mommy's the class, but I don't know, they both look really good, just in different ways.
Momma's long black hair is loose and curled at the ends, falling around her bare shoulders. Her dress is snug and her heels are tall. Mommy has her hair pinned up with a pretty little crown on her head. She said what it's really called, but I can't remember. Something with a "t." Her dress is fluffier and it has a long train behind it. She's wearing sandals with barely any heel, so it'll be funny seeing Momma look much taller.
"Sky, grab your flowers and get ready," Dad tells me as he walks up. He looks really handsome today.
I'm walking out first, then my dad is going to walk down the aisle with Aunt Brittany, and then Gramps is walking both of my moms down the aisle at once. He's like a dad to them both, which some kid tried to tell me once was weird, but I told him to pound sand because I think my family is way more awesome than anyone else's. I'd rather be awesome than normal, so whatever.
"Ready, SkyLo?" Aunt B asks.
I nod and stand just like Mommy showed me, nice and tall with my flowers in both of my hands. I keep my eyes on Aunt B because she's supposed to give me the signal.
"Okay, go," she says with a smile and my belly does a little flip.
I feel weirdly shy as I walk down the aisle with everyone watching me. I know pretty much every person here, but it's still awkward. The judge-dude is smiling at me when I reach the end, so I give him my best smile and step off to the side to wait for everyone else to get into place.
Dad and Aunt B don't look nervous at all in front everyone. They walk to where I am and then split off. Aunt Britt will stand behind Momma, and Daddy will stand behind Mommy.
The music changes and I smile up at Dad until he nudges me and I turn to see Gramps with my moms on his arms. Not surprisingly, they are both already teary eyed. In fact, everyone looks like they're about to cry and for some reason that makes me want to laugh. This is the happiest day ever.
Gramps kisses my moms on their cheeks and goes to sit down. That's my cue to move so that I'm directly across from the judge-guy, a few steps back from where Mommy and Momma are facing each other. They hand their flowers to Dad and Aunt Britt and reach out to hold each other's hands. Daddy looks awkward holding the flowers, so he puts his hands behind his back. I give him a knowing grin and he makes a pretend angry face at me.
"Good afternoon," judge-dude says, and I turn my attention back to him, "It is my honor to welcome you to the union of Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray. As I'm sure everyone here knows, this wedding has been a long time in the making. Best friends at 14, in love at 15, and parents at 16, Santana and Quinn have met challenge after challenge with strength, optimism, and a devotion to each other and their child that is truly inspiring. I have been officiating marriages for the great State of New York for nearly 30 years, and I can honestly tell you that these young women have one of the most remarkable stories of friendship, love, and commitment that I have ever heard. It is an absolute privilege to stand here today and marry Santana and Quinn in front of all of you, and especially in front of their daughter, Skylar.
They have each prepared something to say to each other. Quinn, you won the coin toss, so you are first."
I smile because I got to flip the coin for them, and Momma had tickled me relentlessly after it came up heads for Mommy. Momma looks at me and winks, because she remembers too.
SANTANA
Quinn reaches her hand up and brushes away her tears, and then takes a small note that Puck is holding out to her. I take a deep breath and try not to start crying before she even starts.
"It has been nearly a decade since I gave you a letter that contained the following quote, but it still seems as perfect as ever—
'I revere you. I esteem and admire you above all human beings. You are the friend to whom my soul is attached as to its other half. You are the most amiable, the most perfect of women. And you are dearer to me than language has the power of telling."
There are truly not enough words to express my love for you, Santana. You have been my rock, my hero, my constant through every up and down of the past 11 years. You have opened my eyes to the strength inside of me. You have taught me to be fearless. You are the most amazing mother, my best friend, my counterpoint, and my love. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life by your side."
Full on downpour of tears. Like, I can hardly even see Quinn's earnest hazel eyes through the blur of tears filling my eyes. My soon-to-be wife reaches out to wipe my tears away and then smiles at me. I see her lean forward slightly at the waist, and I know she wants to give me a kiss.
"Not yet, Mom," Skylar whispers loudly at Quinn, who smiles broadly and leans back again. The quiet is broken by light laughter.
Sky looks at me and gives me an exaggerated wink. Lord help us when she eventually figures out how to do it right.
Judge Myrer looks at me and smiles, "You're up, Santana."
QUINN
Santana reaches into her dress and pulls a piece of paper from between her boobs. She smiles at me when I roll my eyes and then takes a deep breath.
"Quinn, you have fascinated me from the very first day that I met you, and somehow, after all these years, you continue to fascinate me today. I am moved by your kindness, your empathy, your ability to see the very best in people. You have touched me with your open heart, your willingness to face your fears, your incredible love for Skylar. You willed this family into existence before Noah and I even saw it as a possibility. You are the anchor point to which we stay moored, keeping us together even in the worst seas. I am forever in awe of you, inspired by you, and so very deeply in love you. I can't wait to stand by your side for the rest of my days. I love you, beautiful."
I let out a long exhale and smile through my tears. I brush them away and look to Judge Myrer so he can get the show on the road.
"Now, in front of your beautiful friends and family, let's get you ladies to actually tie the knot! Quinn, you're up first:
Do you, Lucy Quinn Fabray take Santana Diabla Lopez to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?"
I look as deeply into my almost-wife's beautiful brown eyes as I possibly can when I say, "I do." Her wide grin fills me with happiness and she squeezes my hands excitedly.
"And do you, Santana Diabla Lopez take Lucy Quinn Fabray to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?"
Santana's grin widens as she responds, "Hell YES I do!" to resounding cheers and laughter from our guests.
"Skylar, may we have the rings?" Judge Myrer asks with a smile.
Sky hands me two simple white gold bands that we quickly slip onto each other's hands, Santana raising my hand to her lips after she places the ring on my finger. I feel like we couldn't smile any broader if we wanted to.
"By the power vested in me by the great State of New York, I now pronounce you legally married. You can now finally kiss!"
My wife, my beautiful, radiant, wonderful wife, pulls me to her by my waist and I wrap my arms around her neck as she slowly, ever so slowly, smiles into a relatively chaste kiss. I can't contain myself though, and kiss her back exuberantly, pulling her mouth to mine and earning a loud whoop from the crowd.
Santana shakes her head at me when I finally lean back, and I give her another quick peck before we turn to face our guests. Skylar steps up to us and accepts kisses on each cheek without complaint, throwing us a positively beaming smile as she steps aside to stand with Noah.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present for the first time, Quinn and Santana Lopez!"
I beam at San when Judge Myrer announces us to even louder cheers from our friends and family. We hadn't made any decisions on name-changing, but with Skylar already bearing my wife's last name and the fact that I hate being tied to my father by mine, it seemed logical to me to present myself as a Lopez going forth.
Santana tilts her head to the side and sneaks a quick kiss to my cheek as we start down the aisle.
We're married. Finally.
SANTANA
I'm dancing with my wife, the first of many dances I will share with her during our life together. Quinn is the definition of a glowing bride, it is truly impossible to look away from her today. She picked an amazing song for this dance, her soft voice singing along gently into my ear occasionally.
We don't need calligraphy
To write a fancy story
Kings and Queens return to thieves
To find what we've been holding
You and Me
We can take the world
Oh sweethearts give sweet compliments
But our love goes without saying
Though you make it hard not to spill my heart
Every time I see you swaying
Darling You and Me
We can take the world
'Cause they can write stories
They can sing songs
But they don't make fairy tales
Sweeter than ours
They can climb mountains
High into the sky
But they can't take the world
Oh, Like we can take the world
Oh I can see
The future you and me we last forever
In the rising tide
No fear or fight
That we can't face together
Darling You and Me
We can take the world
'Cause they can write stories
And they can sing songs
But they don't make fairy tales
Sweeter than ours
And they can climb mountains
High into the sky
But they can't take the world
Oh, like we can take the world, the world, the world.
Oh
Ain't it just like love to find us
Ain't it just like love
Ain't it just like love to find us
Ain't it just like love
Ain't it just like love to find us
Ain't it just like love
'Cause they can write stories
They can sing songs
They don't make fairy tales
Sweeter than ours
Oh they can climb mountains
High into the sky
But they can't take the world
Oh no, no
Like we can take the world.
Quinn leans back to look at me as the song starts drawing to a close, her hazel eyes alight with excitement and love and joy. Her happiness lights everything inside of me until my heart feels like it could burst.
"Is this day everything you dreamed it would be, baby?" I ask her lightly, studying her beautiful face.
I get the patented breathy Q laugh in response before she answers, "Not even close, Santana. This is so much more than I could have ever dreamed to be my future."
She gives me a soft smile-kiss as we stop swaying and just stand amidst the applause from all of our favorite people, here to celebrate with us.
"I love you, pretty lady," I whisper to her.
"Love you more, babe."
We're married. Quinn is mine forever. I can't imagine anything better.
A/N 2: The song is Take the World by Johnnyswim. If you haven't listened to their stuff, definitely check them out. Uh-mazing.