Prompt: Santana wins an award of some kind and thanks her wife in her acceptance speech, making her blush.
You smile at the scene in front of you –– a laughing Quinn Fabray and her husband to your left, the soft hand of your wife on your leg as she jokes around with one of your best friends, Mike Chang, the rest of your cast spread out at one giant table. It's everything you dreamed it would be and more. And now you're nominated for your 5th Golden Globe award for Best Supporting Actress - TV Drama. You couldn't be more excited.
You love that your cast has become like a family to you, and you're proud to say that this bunch holds some of your best friends. When you joined the cast of Grey's Anatomy 5 years ago, you quickly created a close bond with your on-screen love interest Mike Chang, as well as the blonde who is still currently cracking up from something Patrick Dempsey said next to you. 'Daddy Pat' you call him, just to piss him off.
When the two presenters for your award are announced your table quiets down and casts their glances to the stage. Your show's leading lady Ellen Pompeo had already won once tonight, albeit for an entirely different role, and the whole cast is still on a high.
"All shows, movies and plays are nothing without the support of a multitude of characters," begins Clare Danes. "That's why we recognize the outstanding work of the many women who contribute to the overall vision of these incredible bodies of work. The nominees for Best Supporting Actress - TV Series are: Maggie Smith - Downton Abbey, Kelly Macdonald — Boardwalk Empire, Hayden Panettiere - Nashville, Rachel Berry - Glee, and Santana Lopez - Grey's Anatomy."
You smile in acknowledgement, knowing there's now a camera on you. Dani squeezes your leg. You faintly hear a "you got this one Lopez" from the other side of your water glass, but for now the entire table is buzzing anticipation.
"And the Golden Globe goes to: Santana Lopez - Grey's Anatomy!" The table erupts in cheers around you and your wife smiles at you proudly before kissing your cheek. Even though you are both extremely supportive of each other, it's a bit interesting when she's the date and you're the nominee instead.
After hugging about half of your table, you begin to make your way up to the stage, stopping to hug your old friend Rachel Berry who whispers her congratulations in your ear (she had beaten you last year).
"Thank you so much, wow, this is truly incredible," you pause, overwhelmed. "First of all, I'd like to thank Shonda Rhimes, no character can ever come alive without a great deal of remarkable writing. I'd also like to thank all the writers, producers and crew of Grey's, it has been a phenomenal 5 seasons and I'm excited for many more. I'd like to thank Patrick Dempsey for recommending me for this amazing show in the first place, what would we do without you Daddy Pat," you smile as you hear a roar of laughter come from your table. "I would also like to thank my boy Mike Chang for dealing with my bitchiness on a daily basis and having to pretend that he likes it." More laughter. "I'd like to thank my parents and brother for sticking with me on this incredible journey, my amazing cast who I am very happy to call my second family, and lastly, the love of my life, who looks very beautiful tonight might I add. You're my rock, my sanity, and I couldn't do any of this without you. This one's for you D."
You see your wife blush in her seat, smiling at you tenderly as Mike teases her by poking her cheek.
For the rest of the night the singer keeps her hand in yours, or on your leg, never letting go. She hasn't really said anything to you since your speech, but you're not too worried –– she gives you a loving glance every other second. You can already tell she's going to be clingy all night long.
You don't really mind.
After saying goodbye to the older members of your cast and several of the other friends you have made while working in the business, you both head out to the back of the venue where dozens of limos are lined up to take away the actors.
You climb into the back of your designated limo, your hand still clasped in your wife's and once the door shuts she cuddles up next to you, still staring at you with that same stupidly-in-love look she's had since you won. You smile back at her, leaning your forehead against hers and she presses your noses together, her thumb rubbing slow circles on your hand. Neither of you have said anything yet and you're just keep smiling at those dumb little dimples you love so much. She softly brushes her lips against yours and you sigh happily, teasing her back until she slowly captures your lips with hers. She kisses you soft and like she has all the time in the world and you're taken aback by the amount of emotion behind her touch. After a few minutes you pull her sideways onto your lap and her hand tangles into your dark hair, kissing you slower and deeper than ever before. It's starting to remind you of when your relationship was just starting out and she literally couldn't get enough of you (it's pretty much still that way to be honest), except years of memorizing each other's every touch means it's filled with so much more than sexual ardor.
The limo seems to stop every now and then, but you barely notice as she pulls your bottom lip between her teeth and sucks, until you capture her perfect lips once again and slip your tongue back in to tangle with hers. After a while you both pull back and she grins dopily at you before whispering, "I really liked your speech."
You just chuckle at her and she kisses you again before climbing off your lap and adjusting her dress. The limo has stopped now and the driver is opening the door so you can both get changed before heading to some Vanity Fair after-party you have to make an appearance at.
As expected, she spends the whole party making sure your arm stays wrapped around her, and she often stops to pull you into a kiss. You can't quite remember her being this clingy since you proposed to her 3 years ago, so you know you must've said something right in that speech. Right? You shrug it off and pull her into a sideways hug, admiring the comfortable feeling of your wife in your arms.
The two of you walk onto the dance floor searching for Mike, Quinn and their dates so you can get this party going. Once you find them you guys all group together and start to compete with your dumb ass dance moves (you end up getting mad because Mike's dumb moves don't even look dumb). You all laugh together when the DJ plays one of Dani's songs and much to everyone's entertainment, she dramatically lip syncs to all the words. But then some old slow song comes on and you're being pulled closer to a warm body yet again. Usually not one for major PDA –– especially in the Hollywood scene –– you're surprised when she starts kissing your neck as you slowly sway back and forth.
Yep, definitely said something right.