- Santana's POV –

3L, Fall Term

It's our last year in Harvard Law. I'm not sure if I'll be relieved, sad, or just plain happy that I'm finally graduating from law school in less than a year. Just thinking of all those sleepless nights, cramming for endless difficult tests, reading literally thousands of papers and cases, and just living the stress that we're being relentlessly subjected to, oh wow.

We've just gotten back from Manhattan for our internship in my mother's firm, Lopez Hayward. It's an all-summer thing that Quinn, Britt, and I did, something that I'm glad is finally over. I can't count all the times I fetched coffee, made case briefs, picked up a few of the Associates' slack, and just the bane of doing administrative work. Mother wasn't kidding when she said that we'd literally start from the bottom, she even gave orders not to treat us any differently than the other interns. Let's just say that if and when I hopefully end up working there, I'll be picking bones with a few bullies and good-for-nothing lawyers.

It's been a month into the Fall Term with a few new professors and last required courses we need to take before graduation, all of which we squeeze in between satisfying a few requirements of doing hours in helping out former and current professors with actual cases in Court.

Brittany and I had just moved in together recently here and it's been weirdly satisfying to adjust with actually living under one roof, knowing that I'd be waking up beside her in bed everyday. And there's also the part where I'll have to get used to her habits, endearing and annoying for some such as: the random times, even past midnight, I'd catch her eating sweets while sitting on the kitchen counter, not allowing slippers inside our bedroom for some mundane reason, and immediately paying off bills on the same day that we get them which amazes me because I usually pay them off a week after their due out of being lazy.

I'm walking from my building where I just had my last class towards Langdell Hall where Britt's studying in the library with Quinn and where I'm parked as well. Once again, it's my favorite time of the year and it kind of makes me sad that this is probably the last time I'll experience Fall in Harvard. I'm enjoying the slight breeze and wind that comes along with walking when I finally get a view of Langdell Hall from afar and the scene that unfolds in front of me.

Brittany coming out of the building and stopping just at the top of the stairs, wearing my Harvard hoodie that she wears religiously. She looks like she's with Quinn but the latter goes back inside, telling Brittany something while she just nods.

I stop in my tracks and automatically smile as I admire her beauty from afar. She looks unreal, almost ethereal. I still can't believe that even though we've been together for years, she's mine. It further makes my heart flutter when the wind blows her hair, making her shut her eyes in a bid not to get something in her eyes then instantly resorting to a cute pout. She crosses her arms and looks up at nothing in particular then in all her adorableness, smiles to herself.

I resort to sighing deeply when I realize that the gorgeous human being at the top of the stairs is my girlfriend. The feelings of contentment washing over me as I fathom just how lucky I am. I can't get enough of her and I don't think I ever will. I start walking again and within a few steps, Brittany seems to have finally seen me. She goes from looking bored and worried about something to suddenly grinning and exuding happiness all over her body. She waves excitedly at me as if we didn't just see each other this morning and graces me with that smile I'm so fond of.

I smile back at her and wave back dumbly. No other person in this world could ever make me do that nor elicit this otherworldly feeling in me. I grin to myself as I take her presence from afar, the butterflies in my stomach that seemed to have pro-created after all these years of feelings the same way whenever Brittany looks at me like that, or just simply how loved and important I feel whenever I'm around her. I still stand by what I said that she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life, even more so now that I've finally gotten to know her inside and out.

I know it now more than ever. It's her. She's the one. I'm going to marry Brittany.

Present day

It's the night before our wedding and Brittany's freaking out.

The rehearsal dinner went off without a hitch. At least that's what it looked like because behind closed doors, it was a complete mayhem of making everything perfect. Brittany even tried to catch a live chicken streaking outside the hotel function room for reasons that were beyond me or any of our friends. Aside from the crazy talk, our wedding isn't as big as that of Quinn and Rachel's since Brittany and I wanted something a little more intimate. I'm actually feeling alright, excited even, but my bride-to-be? Not so much according to Quinn.

So, here I am at half past midnight, making my way to the hotel where Brittany and her whole wedding party is staying just because I miss her and I'm worried that she'll execute some black magic ritual yet again to rid our future marriage of bad luck. We agreed earlier on with the whole space thing of us not seeing or talking to each other before the wedding but seeing the present dilemma, I think I can make an exception.

I finally arrive at the hotel and make my way to her suite carrying a basket of goodies I prepared for this particular reason. I knock a couple of times, hoping that she's at least awake or that Grams didn't slip her a roofie to calm her down. Thankfully, she opens the door, dressed in her purple nightgown and white robe, albeit with the biggest surprise on her face.

"San? What are you doing here? You're not supposed to see me!" She exclaims with wide eyes and open mouth.

I grin happily and raise the basket of goodies containing her favorite tub of ice cream, chocolates, all her desired sweets in the world, and a few more miscellaneous items that I know will make her smile. "I know but they said you were freaking out which I can see, by the way. So, here, I brought you the good stuff to calm you down plus my Harvard sweatshirt that you always want to wear. I'm not going to stay since we have the whole space thing before the wedding. I really just wanted to drop this off hoping it will calm you down, give you a goodnight kiss, and tell you that I can't wait to marry you later." I ramble off, finishing with an awkward grin.

Brittany blinks a few times, trying to comprehend what I just said. It's only when she takes the few steps towards me and pulls me in for a tender kiss that I relax.

"Thank you. I really need that." She smiles, pulling me closer towards her. "Can you stay the night with me here, San?"

"W-What? I thought we agreed on not doing anything for-"

"I know, baby. We're not going to do anything. I'm actually opting for some cuddling and late night sweets binge-eating if you're up for it?"

"Okay, Britt." I giggle, letting myself in her hotel suite. "So, what are we-"

"Oh my God, we're getting married! Holy crap!" Brittany suddenly exclaims in a mix of panic and excitement upon closing the door, I'm not really sure. Maybe it's advanced cold feet? She's pacing the few steps in front of me like a maniac, holding a hand over her forehead while clutching a bag of jellybeans with the other. It's actually cute if it weren't for the genuine fear on her face.

"U-Uhmm… Okay. Calm down, babe. Let's get you your Cookie Dough." I mutter, grabbing the nearby tub of ice cream while hastily searching for a spoon.

"We're getting into this a bit hasty, aren't we? I re-proposed a little too fast and now you don't want to marry me! This is crazy! Maybe we shouldn't get married just yet. Crap! This is all too fast!"

"Britt, you've got to calm down. I'm right here-"

"I can't breathe! I can't think! Oh my God, this is crazy! We're getting married and I coerced you into it! And now you're going to leave me!"

"Baby, calm down." I say, chuckling nervously.

"Shit!" Brittany exclaims a little too loud and surprising me since she almost never curses. "I basically forced you into marrying me and now it's all going to Hell. You even saw me before the wedding!"

My forehead creases, definitely having enough of this. "Put the sweatshirt on. Bring the sweets to your bed. Get under the covers. We'll cuddle and eat ice cream together."

"Santana, this is a matter of life and deat-"

"Go!" I declare in a commanding tone, finally getting her off panic mode.

Within half an hour, we're finally lounging on the bed under the warmth of the covers with The Lion King playing on the screen. Brittany's finally calmed down upon taking a spoonful of her ice cream that's muddled with some Jellybeans for that 'extra bang', according to my fiancée, but really, don't ask about that part. She's looking adorable and comfy in her sweatshirt, knee-length socks, panda headpiece, and this cute bear feet footwear. And me? Let's just say that I was forced to wear a lion onesie with a hood that I must stress, I'm forced to wear. Yes, I brought everything but it's one of those 'anything for the bride' stuff. Beat it.

"So, really honest question," Brittany trails off, grabbing a handful of Sour Gummy Worms and putting them into her tub of Cookie Dough. "Isn't it unfair that Mufasa has a really great name then his brother gets what, 'Scar'? I mean, even I'd turn evil if I was named that."

I chuckle at her statement, shoving a spoonful from my own tub of Rocky Road as I think of an answer. "I'm pretty sure that 'Scar' isn't his real name, babe. I think he only got that when he literally got the scar from something that happened to him when they were young."

"A plausible explanation. What did you think was his real name?"

"Hmm… I don't know. Probably something worse and less badass than Mufasa since he's the villain."

"Yeah." She sighs deeply, thinking about it seriously. "What would be my name if I turned out evil, San?"

"You'd never turn evil, Britt." I mutter playfully. "But I guess it would be 'Starving'. I don't think I need to explain."

"San, I asked for an evil name. 'Starving' sounds like I'm one of the seven dwarves!"

"Oh, well then, I've got nothing. Did I mention that you're perfect?" I grin in a dopey manner.

"Uh-huh." She squints her eyes at me. "Oh! Do you remember when I told you I had a question but I forgot so I said I'll just ask you again when I remembered it?"

"Uh… Sure, what is it?"

"How about this, which college will our future kids go to? You're not panicking with me asking this, aren't you? Are you?" She adds, propelling her face an inch away from mine with wide eyes and all.

"Britt, what worries me more is how high you must have gotten with all the sweets you've eaten. Plus, I don't think we have money to send our future kids to college because of your Jellybean addiction." I tease and get a slap on the arm instead. "Okay, okay! I don't think it's going to be a discussion anyway. Of course they'll go to Harvard."

"What?! No way!" Brittany's eyes widen. "Definitely Princeton. That's where I went, Grams, Dad, Mom, basically everyone in my family except Brianna but that's because she wanted to stay in New York instead. The Pierces hail from Princeton so it's law that our kids go there." She adds, trying to sound patronizing but fails miserably at it.

"Why did you even ask me in the first place then?" I chuckle. "But nah, I'm going to oppose that. The Lopezes are Harvard grads. So, I suggest that we let them choose between Princeton or Harvard."

She nods, placing down her tub of ice cream on the bedside table and drinking two consecutive glasses of water in record breaking time. "What if they want to go to Dartmouth or UPenn?"

"We'll cross the bridge when we get there, Britt. But I'm thinking of disowning them, if that's the case."

Brittany giggles, resting her head on my shoulder just as 'Hakuna Matata' plays out. "This is cute. About four or five years ago, you were scared shitless about the mere mention of moving in together and now you don't even bat an eyelid when I broach the topic of having kids. Tell me the truth, are you the real Santana Lopez?"

I smile and place a light kiss on her forehead, putting an arm around her waist while I'm at it. "What can I say? With age comes wisdom."

"My, what almost thirty years of existence on Earth does to people like us. Is your ripe old age also the reason for our 'one-month-no-sex' rule?"

"No, that's yours. I only suggested that we shouldn't stay together in the apartment for the last week leading to the wedding. It's you who blew it out of proportion by suggesting the 'one-month-no-sex' rule and also proclaiming that you're not going to stay in our apartment for three weeks to make our wedding night special."

Brittany sits upright and raises an eyebrow at me. "I thought you wanted that too!"

"A little. I mean, you tease me all the time at home even if you said we can't have sex. I needed a little break from the sexual tension so I relented."

"No. You wanted that so you can bring work at home and make the place a mess with all your papers when we made an agreement that we can't bring home work. I saw the other week when I dropped off food for you on my way home to Grams'. Don't deny it!" She smirks and I give her a funny look. "I'm onto you, Lopez. You've broken the pact and now you have to pay for it." She adds, not-so-subtly unzipping my onesie until I stop her from doing so.

"You're not getting anywhere, Panda Bear hybrid. You made up the rule, you gotta wait until after the wedding. I'm doing a consolation here by spending the night with you without seducing you or even kissing you for more than three seconds. Do you know how hard that is, Britt?"

"No! You can't do this to me, San!" She exclaims exasperatedly with that trademark pout.

"No pouting! I'm the king of the jungle." I motion to my lion onesie. "My word is law and I proclaim myself as pure and virginal until tomorrow."

"'Pure and virginal'? Who are you?" Brittany laughs, pulling me in for a kiss on the cheek. "You're weird. I like you."

"You're quirky. I like you too."

She grins even wider. "Okay, but you must admit though, all this internal change in you is also partly because of me, right? Right?"

"Are you fishing for an answer?"

"Am I not being too obvious with this?" She retorts sarcastically, making me shake my head in amusement.

"Yes, sweetheart. I'm definitely sure that all of this change is not only partly, but wholly because of you. You have to claim responsibility of that because I'll prove it by marrying you later. I probably need to shut up too or I'll be spewing my secret vow in no time."

"And you're not going to runaway, right?" She narrows her eyes at me.

"Depends on the weather, Britt. But I doubt it since I look pretty damn great in my dress."

"Cool. I can't wait to start married life with you, San." She grins widely then immediately breaks out into a yawn, slowly and innocently laying herself down on the bed. "San, I think I'm sleepy."

"Have I told you that you're still the only person I know who falls asleep after eating ice cream? From sugar rush to sugar crash? You should be a laboratory experiment." I giggle and wait for her to say something and when nothing comes, I turn to see her already fast asleep. "And also falls asleep in less than a minute. I'm marrying a Nancy Drew mystery." I add in a whisper.

I smile to myself and stare how cute she is with the whole silly get up. I sigh contentedly as I turn off the screen and put all our mess on the side. I grin one last time to myself at the thought that this beautiful woman will become my wife in less than a day.

"I don't care much about the wedding, Britt. All I want is the marriage." I mutter softly, removing a stray hair from her face. "I can't wait to start that life with you."

I cover her entire body with the comforter and place a light kiss on her forehead before turning off the lights and shuffling closer to her embrace.

After a brief scuffle with Quinn and Grams over cold feet and just the general thought of freaking out that never in my wildest dreams I'd ever think I'll get married, I finally make my way down the aisle with Papi by my side.

The wedding could not look any more perfect. Various assortments of Brittany's favorite flowers are spread around the castle-like venue. The harp playing 'Moon River' in the background adds a certain magical atmosphere to it all. Everyone's attention is on me and from where I'm looking, I can see Quinn, Grams, Mami, our law school gang, and even Gergerpal with tissues in hand and crying subtly to their hearts' content.

"I love you, Mija." My father whispers in my ear with a big smile on his face as we finally reach the end of the aisle. I return the smile and opt not to say anything or I'll probably end up crying myself. He then places a light kiss on my cheeks before letting me go.

My heart is beating so fast out of sheer nervousness and pure excitement that our wedding is finally and absolutely happening now. I sigh deeply and face the doors like the rest of them. It takes a few seconds but when the figure finally shows up from afar, my breath hitches like never before and I resort to swallowing the lump in my throat more than I've ever had. I've always thought that if I were to get married, I'd be the most beautiful bride ever. But seeing Brittany in her wedding dress and with that smile I'm so fond of, I've never been more wrong in my life.

I tried to hold back. I tried to be inconspicuous. I tried to disguise it by clearing my throat several times as I watch Brittany approach me with her father in tow. But dammit, I can't help it. The tears come free falling down. Thank goodness for waterproof make-up and Quinn's emergency Kleenex.

"Hi." Brittany whispers with a huge grin when she finally arrives at the end of the aisle.

"Hello. You look stunning. How are you?" I ramble in a murmur with some slight choking.

Brittany looks quizzically at me, adorably tilting her head to the side while taking the spot beside me. "Likewise, San. I'm feeling wonderful. About to get married to my dork, actually. I take it you're well?" Brittany teases just as the minister starts with the ceremony.

I space out a bit for the next few minutes. The minister goes on with his flowery words while all my attention is directed at Brittany as I let myself be completely enamored by her beauty.

"The rings?" The minister trails off while gesturing to us, effectively snapping me off my own thoughts. Quinn and Rachel hand us the rings which we proceed to put on each other, smiles in place.

"And now, I believe the brides have their vows prepared?" The minister speaks up after a moment.

Brittany and I face each other and like we talked about, she volunteers to go first.

"It's been a long time coming but we've finally arrived here, San." Brittany starts with a smile. "The first time we met each other, we didn't really have the best impression of one another. In fact, we hated each other's guts. Time passed by and fate had its own plan because then, I had the pleasure of knowing who you are inside and out, how much of a fantastic person you really are."

"Admittedly, I almost didn't want to go on a second date with you because you had second thoughts of ordering dessert for us during our first date." She continues, earning laughter from around the room. "Kidding aside, I cannot be more thankful that you were born into this world and you are mine. I knew from the moment that you told me you loved me that we were meant to be. That no matter when it was or how long it would take for it to happen, this, marrying each other will be our destination. Suffice to say, I knew then that you and I will always be brought to each other like gravity."

"Santana, my love for you is indescribable. It's simply ineffable. You never fail to astonish me with how wonderful you are as a human being, more so as my other, better half." Brittany smiles and sighs deeply prior to continuing. "San, I vow to love you everyday of my life. To cherish every part of you for as long as I shall live. To support you in everything you wish to strive for and be there for you no matter what life throws at you and at the same time, look out for you in any way I can. Santana Lopez, I vow to love you until my dying breath." She finishes.

I look around me for a moment and see everyone reduced to tears, smiles in place, and clearly swept away by my bride's words. The minister foregoes speaking and only motions that it's my turn to speak now. I nod and smile back at Brittany whose tears are pooling in her eyes.

"I don't know how I'll be able to follow that." I trail off with a slight chuckle that everyone mirrors. "Britt, we have been through a lot and suffice to say, the journey was worth the wait. I have never seen someone as beautiful as you, all the more so when I actually got to know you. Simply told, I am the luckiest person across the universe." I take a deep breath. "I cannot count all the times you've made me fall deeper in love with you nor can I pinpoint exactly what it is that makes us so good together. Like you said, it's just simply beyond words."

"Brittany S. Pierce, I vow to love you everyday of my life. That I will always be honest with you no matter what. To give my everything and do anything I can to make you happy. To always be by your side, every step of the way, and to be there for you when you need me. To try my best to cheer you up during those bad days that life will throw at you. I vow to never stop loving you and showing just how much I do for as long as I shall live." I finish with a smile.

"And now, Santana," The minister continues. "do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wi-"

"I do!" I immediately cut him off with the biggest grin I could muster. Everyone chuckles at my intentional gaffe.

"Brittany, do you take this woman as your lawfully wedded-"

"I do, I do!" Brittany mirrors my excitement, with everyone else laughing gleefully at our antics.

The minister chuckles and nods. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you as wife and wife. You may now kiss the bride!"

Without further ado, Brittany pulls me closer towards her by the waist with the biggest grin on her face. "I love you, San."

I place my arms around her neck and mirror her smile. "I love you, Britt." I echo as we seal our union with a kiss.

- Brittany's POV –

"San, where are you taking me? Where are we exactly? This is the second time I've been blindfolded for the past two weeks!" I exclaim in a tease, clutching on tightly to Santana's hold and carefully following her instructions of where to walk.

After the reception and an interesting performance from Cedes and the Legal Homosexuals featuring Grammy Stardust and the Changs, Santana whisked me away for an early exit to go on our honeymoon. At first, I was surprised since our initial plan was to spend our first night together back in Manhattan tonight then eventually make our way to Cabo the following day. Little did I know that Santana put it upon herself to change our honeymoon plans at the last minute to surprise me. It's a wonder I didn't found out though because my wife - yes, my wife – is so bad at hiding secrets from me to the point that she ends up confessing every little thing without me having to ask anything.

Long story short, I have no idea where we are right now and she refuses to tell me anything either. Surprise. Pfft. I need to know where we are!

"Plot twist: All these years my plan was to kidnap you and hold a 10-billion dollar ransom to set you free!" Santana teases.

"Twist of the plot twist, San. My plan was to marry you all along so I can get all your riches and kidnap you too. Lopez Hayward will be mine and I will become your boss! Ha-ha!" I imitate an evil laugh.

"Now, see. That's not possible, babe." Santana retorts back, chuckling.

"Why not? We don't have a prenup. For all you know, this is a long play to dupe you out of everything!"

"Well, if that's the case, take all my money then. It'd be worthless and my life would have no meaning anymore if you leave me anyway."

I giggle heartily, blushing even. "You do know you don't have to try hard since you'll get laid later, right?"

"Oh, babe. We haven't even gotten to the part where I channel my inner John Green and effortlessly embody Ryan Gosling in The Notebook all for you."

"Uh-huh. I know it's a different movie altogether but we both know that Photoshop has got nothing on what's underneath your clothes." I wiggle my eyebrows.

"I think it's you who has got to stop with the cheesy lines if you want to get laid later, Britt."

Within a few steps, she finally holds me in my place and motions for me to stop. "Okay, we're here now."

"Where exactly? I don't have any idea, San. I knew something was up when you told me you'd take care of our honeymoon. Oh my gosh. I really am getting kidnapped, am I?" I ramble on excitedly. She doesn't reply anymore and instead, removes the blindfold from my eyes.

It takes a few seconds for everything to sink in. And when it does, I see a huge rest house in front of me with a tropical but modern design and half of it made in glass facing the beautiful white sand beach. I survey everything around me and notice that it's the only house in sight but also, we're the only ones around.

"We're in The Bahamas, babe. Surprise!" Santana happily exclaims, motioning around us.

"Oh my gosh, it's beautiful!" I declare in complete surprise.

"I initially thought of renting a house around the other areas here but whatever, I want to be selfish. So, I rented the place and since no one's occupying the other houses around at this island yet, it's just the two of us." Santana grins widely at me.

I break out into the widest grin I could muster and let myself melt into her arms in a tight embrace. "I love everything about it. Thank you, San."

"Anything for you, Britt." She mutters back. "Okay, so how about you let me carry you inside?"

I stare at her in a dumfounded manner. It takes a couple of seconds before my eyebrows raise in understanding. I make a surprised face. "Oh, you were serious?"

Santana laughs at me. "Uhmm… Yeah. Why?"

"Well, for starters, you can't carry me. You never have and ever will. You're too petite to carry someone like me."

"Woah, woah! I get you an island and I get a semi-insult in return? Okay now, I think I'll have to call a divorce lawyer."

I laugh heartily. I don't give her the chance to say anything anymore when I scoop her up and carry her with ease towards the house. "Anymore objections?"

"None, Your Honor." She chuckles, putting her arms around me for a better grip and squealing the whole way of being carried inside.

"Baby, you're not in a roller coaster and this isn't an emergency. Why are you squealing like an ambulance?" I laugh heartily, intent on not letting her go as we go through the glass house searching for our bedroom.

"Stop being a party pooper and let me enjoy this moment. I'll only get to experience this once!"

"What makes you think you'll only get to do this once and I won't divorce you because of this?"

She arches an eyebrow at me. "What did you say, Britt?"

I purse my lips and stifle a chuckle. "Nothing, Ma'am. I said I'm going to squeal like an ambulance now too." I say and proceed to imitate her weird squealing like we're two crazy kids.

After a few moments, with me accidentally bumping her head on the stair handles leading to the second floor or feigning to drop her just to mess with her, we finally find the huge open-concept bedroom overlooking the beautiful ocean and the island.

"Now that's a gorgeous view to wake up to." I say as I gently put her down on the bed.

"And here I am, half-expecting that you'll tell your wife that. Oh no, I must have married the wrong person."

"Yeah, you did. But if you must know, I was talking about you. You're stuck with me forever and there's nothing you can do about it!"

"Oh, there is." Santana replies suggestively, taking me aback by hastily pulling me towards her in the bed for a deep kiss and placing her arms around my neck to lock me in her embrace.

"Uhmm… Babe…" I trail off, pushing her away a bit. "There's nothing I want more than to have my way with you but I need to get our luggage from the car first and let our overbearing friends and family know that we've arrived safely."

Santana frowns. "Ugh. Can't we do that later? I haven't had sex for a month now, Britt. I'm pretty sure I've become a virgin again."

"San, if we don't do everything I just said, then your little 're-devirginizing' will be interrupted either way. Give me ten minutes, okay? Rest for a bit and I'll take care of everything." I say, giving her a quick kiss.

"Fine. I guess I'll take a shower for the meantime."

"Can I join you?" I utter suggestively.

"No." Santana playfully quips as she gets up from the bed and walks towards the bathroom. "You chose to break my heart and crush my very existence, Brittany!" She adds, stopping by the doorway and acting with the grace of embodying the worst actress in the world.

I look inquisitively at her while she raises both of eyebrows at me as if she's expecting me to ride along for her entertainment. "Uh… Stop? Please don't go?" I say in an unsure tone.

"No! It's done!" She declares exaggeratedly, amused at herself.

"Oh my word, I could never love again. I beg you not to leave me, Santana." I exclaim slowly in a monotonous tone.

"It's too late. This is over! I wish never to hear from you again, ever! I'll find someone worthy of my love soon enough!"

I chuckle as I make myself comfortable in the bed for a moment. "Thank goodness you decided to be a lawyer." I add, managing to avoid a flying shoe at the last second.

"Since you literally surprised me with our change of Honeymoon destination, I'm expecting that you have something planned out for the rest of our stay here. I'm all for staying in bed most of the day, everyday even, but we need to go out for a bit every now and then. You promised me we'll get a tan, San. Ooh! That rhymes!" I ramble on as I put on the finishing touches of my make up in the bathroom.

After handling everything I told Santana I would do and taking a hot shower myself while she volunteered to unpack for us, I brought it upon myself to get a move on dressing up with this black lace lingerie that's going to make Santana crazy. I put down the red lipstick and check myself out in the mirror one last time. My hair looks wonderful, I smell good, the see-through lace is doing its job pretty well, and I look like something from someone's sex fantasy. Oh, Santana will go insane.

"Okay. I hope you're ready, babe." I trail off as I open the door and emerge from the bathroom with the biggest smirk on my face that contorts to that of surprise as soon as I take the sight in front of me.

The whole bedroom is decorated with candles from various areas covering every corner, giving off this sexy and romantic vibe. More so, it's also littered with rose petals everywhere while music plays softly in the background. I look up at the huge bed and see a made up Santana, wearing a red barely-there lingerie herself, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and arms behind her to support her weight, staring at me hungrily while sporting a devilish grin.

"Jesus." I say in a breathless manner upon taking a good look at just how stunning my wife is.

"I don't think this is the time to get all religious, babe." She retorts with a chuckle.

"Y-Yeah. I mean, just y-you- O-Oh my God."

"Not really helping, Britt." She utters, pulling me closer to her when I'm close enough.

"S-Sorry. I-I just-" I bite my lip, positioning myself on top of her and putting my arms around her neck. "My brain's short-circuiting just by looking at you, San." I whisper and lean in to kiss only for Santana to pull away.

"I don't know about that. Have you seen yourself?" She chuckles then bites her lip when her eyes wander my body. "I have so many things I want to do to you right now, you have no idea what you've got yourself into."

"Then that makes two of us." I trail off and waste no time anymore by pulling her in, letting our lips crash in a heated manner. I remove my arms from her neck and let them roam all over her body as I indulge myself in the softness of her skin or how merely touching her sends me reeling.

We stay like this for a long moment, just immersing ourselves in each other's embrace while never giving pause on kissing and doing wonders with the other's mouth.

Slowly, Santana turns our positions around then lays me down on the bed. She whispers sweet words against my ear while I let her undress me. I marvel at my wife's beauty, the way she looks at me, or just how obviously smitten we are with each other. We find ourselves naked under the covers shortly, enabling ourselves to lose control in the sensation and our emotions.

I trail my fingertips along her sides and gently squeeze her waist while I'm at it, eliciting a moan from her. I let myself be enamored by my wife's beauty and how good it feels to wander around her body. I revel in pleasuring her where she needs it the most and at the same time, trying to keep a sane mind while she does all these crazy things to me as well.

Abruptly, she breaks our kiss and gives out this gorgeous smile as she holds my gaze intently. And out of all the things I expected her to do, I never, in my wildest dreams, anticipated her to choke and tear up like this in front of me.

My forehead immediately creases. My eyes widen as worry washes over me. "O-Oh my god. Did I hurt you? I-I'm sorry- I-"

"N-No." Santana cuts me off, grin in place. "N-Nothing hurts. It's just- I-I'm really happy, babe. I can't believe we're finally married."

I smile softly at her as I wipe away her tears. "We are, sweetheart. This is real. I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

Santana sighs deeply, nodding as she smiles. "I know, Britt. I just thought that being with you was already the best thing that could happen to me but I was wrong." She grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. "Being married to you is." Santana adds, closing the gap between us.

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