So, here's the last chapter guys, hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have. Thanks for sticking with me. Don't worry you'll see me soon enough somewhere. I figured that despite my only 3 reviews I'd post this today. 1) Because it marks my one year anniversary of writing fanfiction. 2) Because GLEE IS ON TONIGHT SO EXCITED. Brittana and Damian (Rory) pft, who needs the rest of the cast besides Faberry? With all this new GLEE stuff maybe I'll find inspiration for my next Brittana fic, until then, there's always my SON fics to keep you satisfied with my writing.

REVIEWERS (YOU MAKE MY LIFE):

Blueskkies: Pft, I am not jumping ship. I just said that Quinntana interested me. Brittana is more realistic. I can fantasize if I wants.

Squintsquad03: Yes, curse the ruining of rounded numbers...but I like the over 100 mark. The ducks underwear were totally necessary.

Corker42: Yeah, Quinn's rather snarky so I automatically had that line pop into my head for Quinn to say. Aw, well thank you. I feel like Britt needs to shed her hopeless helpless role that the writers have put her in. I mean her lines are hilarious, you can keep those, but make her a bit more independent, ya know? Maybe she will be if she wins the election, never know what's in store for Brittana.

Song used: The Story- Brandi Carlile (recently became OBSESSED with this song over the past month)

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Epilogue

Britt's POV

I walk into my apartment and am greeted by my rotweiler rather eagerly. I chuckle and push her off. "Valerie…Valley Girl, come on." She sits there and smiles up at me and I close the door shaking my head. "Where's your mama?" I say in my baby voice and hear the shower turn off. "Ah, there we go." I pour Val's dinner into her bowl and walk into my bedroom. Well…our bedroom.

Santana and I moved in together sophomore year of college. We thought we'd get a place half in between our schools. Yep, she went to Stanford and I went to Santa Clara. She studied law and just got into Stanford Law last year. I started off wanting to pursue dance and make it a profession but I realized that I didn't want to be away from San on tour so I teach dance at my studio I built last year a couple minutes away from our apartment. Both of our soccer teams were pretty successful, it was fun when we played each other. We made bets on the games. Sexual bets actually. If the person won, they had their way with the other. It was a ton of fun…for both of us.

I see my glistening with water girlfriend drying herself off. I snake my arms around her, not caring if I get wet. She jumps alittle. "Hey San." I nip at her neck softly.

She chuckles, "Britt-Britt, you scared me for a second. I was wondering where Val went to. She follows me around everywhere, except when you feed her dinner." I drag my fingers down her stomach lightly. She just continues her motions. "Britt, we can't. I have a surprise for you tonight, we're going out." She sings out happily. Could this be it? Will she ask me?

I squeal and run into the bathroom to get ready, leaving my chuckling girlfriend to dressing herself.

We get into the car all dressed up and head to my favorite italian restaurant. I really think she's going to ask. It's all perfect. We arrive and walk in after Santana whispers something to the hostess and she nods. Like I said, I'm gonna be engaged. I'm so excited. We've talked about it a bunch of times.

We head in the direction of the back booths and see a pair of familiar faces, "Surprise!" San exclaims and I can't help but feel a little disappointed…I mean I love Quinn and Rachel, we haven't seen them in forever, but an engagement would've made my night.

"Brittany! Santana!" Rachel squeals and hugs us both. "I missed the both of you. Haven't seen you since summer break."

"Hey guys," Quinn smiles and hugs the both of us. "Missed you."

Quinn and Rachel are still going strong. Rachel went to NYU and Quinn, keeping it secret for a surprise, got a soccer scholarship to play there. Let's just say we've never hear Rachel hit that loud of a high note when she found out after Nationals. Oh right, Nationals, we came in fifth, not our fault that most of the seniors were distracted by their significant others…our skirts were like Cheerio length short. It was a hot number and we would have won, if not for Finn drooling everywhere and becoming less coordinated than he is normally. Anyways, Quinn and Rachel currently live in Manhattan. Quinn became a nurse and Rachel's on Broadway and working on an album.

We sit down, order and start eating, falling into a nice comfortable conversation about what we've been doing.

"So we have something to tell you." Rachel starts off, happily.

"Wait, wait, Quinn's having a lizard baby, isn't she?" Quinn rolls her eyes. "No, wait, Berry's found her pot of gold." I hit her shoulder. "What? I'm kidding. I'm not HBIC anymore. I kinda play second bitch to this one." She motions to me and I chuckle, kissing her cheek.

"Anyways, Santana, Quinn is not pregnant and I'm still not a Hobbit nor Leprochuan. But we did get engaged!" She squeals and shows us her ring.

"Quinn you finally manned up." Santana jokes and Quinn rolls her eyes once more smiling and kissing Rachel's cheek. I'm so happy for them, but it makes me wonder: when will Santana man up?

We reach the end of our dinner and Santana stops all of us. "Wait, I have one more surprise." She travels to the small stage set up near the bar and grabs the mic.

"Uh, hey there. I'm Santana Lopez and I'd like to sing a song I wrote for my girlfriend. I've been working on it for a while. But right now, it just seems time I sing it. Brittany Pierce, here's another part of your surprise tonight." My heart flutters as she puts on her jazz singer act. The house guitarist hands her a guitar and she starts playing.

All of these lines across my face

Tell you the story of who I am

So many stories of where I've been

And how I got to where I am

She smiles at me and continues strumming, looking into my eyes.

But these stories don't mean anything

When you've got no one to tell them to

It's true, I was made for you

I climbed across the mountaintops

Travel across the ocean blue

I cross over lines and I broke all the rules

And baby I broke them all for you

She's pouring her hearts out. All the things we've been through and all the moments we had, they don't matter. The only thing that matters is us right now.

Oh because even when I was flat broke

You made me feel like a million bucks

You do, I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth

It's hiding the words that don't come out

All of the friends who think that I'm blessed

They don't know I'm in this mess

No they don't know who I really am

And they don't know what I've been through

Like you do, and I was made for you

All of these lines across my face

Tell you the story of who I am

So many stories of where I've been

And how I got to where I am

Oh but these stories don't mean anything

When you've got no one to tell them to

It's true, I was made for you

Oh yeah, and it's true that I was made for you

She sings out the last note and the crowd goes wild. "Thanks guys. And now, for the last part. Brittany Susan Pierce," She gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring box, opening it. "Will you marry me?"

The crowd goes silent and I squeal, "Yes, of course!" I run on stage and kiss her passionately infront of the entire restaurant.

The crowd goes wild until they return back to their meals. Santana smiles and kisses my hand."I don't know how I deserved such an amazing girlfriend, but all I gotta say is I must've done something right."