AN: Here it is guys, the epilogue. Santiago has come a long way and I feel that I have too! I will never be able to thank you all enough for the constant support and I hope that this was worth the wait (I apologise for the delay, I was surprised with an unexpected getaway for Valentine's Day).

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Santiago was sitting at the back of class, idly swinging his pen in his left hand, and staring at Brittany who was furrowing her eyebrows in concentration and scribbling frantically onto the page that lay on the desk in front of her. They were in Spanish and taking their final exam of the year. He was silently admiring just how far she had come from when they first started their tutoring sessions. He was also admiring how hot she was, but mostly just being a supportive boyfriend.

Unfortunately, he was sitting beside Puck and nowhere near touching distance of Brittany because Mr. Schue had caught his hand wandering up her skirt a few weeks back and banned them from being too close. Brittany also thought it was a good idea because getting horny in the middle of class was like "having a giant marshmallow put in front of you but it's in a glass cage and you can't eat it so all you can do is imagine what it tastes like and that makes you want it more and then a teacher comes and tells you that you can't eat marshmallows in school because it's indecent and it's annoying because marshmallows just make you feel sooo good, you know?" Sometimes Brittany's mind went on a tangent that even Santiago found difficult to keep up with.

"It creeps me out how much you've changed since getting with Britt, it's like she keeps your balls in her purse and you've turned into a complete bitch." Puck said, pulling him from his thoughts.

"I don't even care what you think," Santiago whispered back, with a dismissive shrug and signal for him to stop talking. He'd be damned if he got an automatic F for talking, not that Puck would care. He had already decided to take his pool business to L.A so he wasn't bothered by his grades. Not that he ever really was.

"That's what I mean," Puck shook his head and went back to his test. Santiago noted that the only thing on Puck's sheet was a badly drawn man in a sombrero. Classy.

Santiago leaned back in his chair to try and get a view of Brittany's upper thigh under the table she was at, but a miscalculation and the unfortunate laws of gravity made his chair fall back unexpectedly and he grappled for a hold on his desk, luckily those years of football practice paid off and he managed not to hit the ground but the noise he caused caught the attention of the entire class, teacher included.

"Are you ok there, Mr. Lopez?" Mr. Schue walked toward him with a raised eyebrow, shooting him a look of disapproval.

"Uh… yeah I'm good." His face was heating up as he risked a glance over at Brittany who was smirking knowingly. She winked for good measure which didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the class who now knew he was being a pervert during an exam. Great.

"Ok. Just be careful from now on, I hear the chairs at UCLA might not be as solid as they are here at good ol' William McKinley High. Class, put your pens down and let me collect your answer sheets." Mr. Schue took Santiago's first and gave him a genuine smile, which he returned. Shockingly, Mr. Schue had helped in with his college applications and took a strange liking to him since Brittany joined Glee club. In fact, a lot of unexpected people took a liking to him since he started going out with Brittany.

The bell rang and students started practically throwing their sheets into Mr. Schue's hands. Santiago headed straight over to Brittany, dropping a peck on her cheek while taking her books and bag. Chivalry was certainly not dead and the look of admiration that Brittany gave him every time he did something as simple as that made him feel like the amazing guy on the planet.

"How did you get on?" He asked her, eager to find out.

"It was really, really great. The last bunch of notes you gave me totally paid off."

She was glowing, relief and pride evident on her face.

"My baby's a genius! I told you. Those notes were nothing, it's your big, sexy brain that does the real work."

She scrunched her nose up in disgust, "Yuck, there's nothing sexy about organs San."

Without missing a beat, he grinned devilishly, "That's strange, because I have an organ that you definitely seem to think is sexy."

She couldn't stop the laugh that tumbled from her lips but didn't refrain from smacking his arm in outrage, "You're terrible."

He pulled her into him and nuzzled her neck, "Raarggghhh," he nibbled on her skin playfully.

Brittany's squeals could be heard halfway down the hall.

The following Friday was the night of Senior Prom. Santiago was wearing his father's old suit and waiting anxiously for Brittany in her living room, surrounded by her extended family and his own mom and her two sisters.

Brittany was upstairs getting ready, but given that her dad was nowhere to be found Santiago concluded that she was also receiving a pep talk of sorts. He was sick with nerves and he didn't know why.

"Calm down mijo, you will burn a hole in this carpet," his mom pointed to his restless feet.

"Sorry, I can't help it. I don't know what's gotten into me. I want everything to be great, this is the last big school event we'll have." He said, switching to Spanish in an attempt to keep his worry hidden from the Pierce family.

"This is not the last event you'll be at with Brittany." His mom said, immediately realizing why he was so on edge. He had a horrible, unwarranted niggling of a doubt about whether Brittany would want to stay with him after school. They had both gotten into UCLA after meticulously going through their college applications together and working their butts off in school, but he wasn't sure what lay ahead for them, did Brittany want to spread her wings? Get some experience? Surely she wouldn't want to be tied down to a surly, stubborn, sarcastic guy like him when the entire L.A dancing scene would be at her disposal.

"You ridiculous boy. She loves you so much. Don't doubt her. Now stop paying attention to me and look behind you, your beautiful date is waiting." He smiled gratefully at his mother and turned around, his breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.

Brittany was wearing a bright blue dress that complimented her beautifully blue eyes.

"You are breathtaking." He stepped forward, taking her hands in his own and looking her up and down again. She blushed and ducked her head "And I can't believe that I'm the person who gets to take you to this prom."

"Ok you lovebirds, let us take some pictures for the family album." Brittany's mom broke the atmosphere and it was only then that Santiago noticed the room had gone silent as their families watched them intently.

Brittany was dragged away from him as she was complimented repeatedly and made a fuss of. She never liked being the center of attention unless when she was dancing, but this was her moment and Santiago wanted her to enjoy it.

After the chatter and excitement died down, Brittany and Santiago were herded over to the fireplace in the living room where the various different family members lined up to take photographs.

"You are so handsome. I love your suit, it's so fancy. I'm really glad your mom found it," Brittany spoke directly into his ear. It was a grey three piece suit that his father had worn to his own prom. It was expensive and well tailored, fitting him perfectly. His mom had bought him a light blue tie to wear with it and now he knew why. They were matching and it felt great. She opened the suit jacket and wrapped her arm around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder and hugging him tight. He was too busy looking down at her in awe to remember they were being photographed.

"This is one for the mantelpiece." Susan came over to them and showed the picture she had just taken. It was candid and perfect. They looked so in love.

"It's so cute," his mom, in an uncharacteristical moment of excitement, clapped her hands together, "my grandbabies will love to see this."

Santiago froze but Brittany took it in her stride, "We better have it framed then."

Every knot of worry and stress released from his body when she said that. If she hadn't freaked out about babies, then she wanted to be with him forever, right?

Wait, why wasn't he freaking out about babies? Wasn't it a little soon to be thinking that far? It felt natural though. He wanted to have children with Brittany and if she wanted that too? Then life was pretty fucking awesome. He clung to those words all night to put his mind at ease.

The prom was totally awesome and Brittany stole the show with her killer dance moves to the surprise of no one.

They won Prom King and Queen and the look of anger that crossed Quinn Fabray's face at the announcement was a highlight of the night for him.

Brittany, in her speech, insisted that every girl present deserved the honor of being Prom Queen and handed her crown back saying that unless everyone got to wear one, she didn't want to. Santiago did the same. He only wanted to be the King if Brittany was Queen and she had proven to everyone just how amazing she was by her actions.

Quinn was livid but had to plaster on a fake smile and congratulate them.

Her date for the night was Karofsky.

And as far as Santiago was concerned? They deserved each other.

After Prom, the time until Graduation flew by.

They were standing in a long line of senior class students, as Principal Figgins gave a mind numbingly boring speech about how statistically McKinley High Students are only 47% likely to end up unemployed or in prison.

Santiago was positioned about ten people down from Brittany because they were in alphabetical order, but every few seconds they made eye contact and exchanged excited smiles.

When Brittany's name was called on stage, Santiago wolf whistled and hollered loudly causing a series of eye rolls and sighs of exasperation from those around him but he couldn't care less, his girl was graduating and on her way to college despite being told otherwise. She was a sheer genius and she deserved this more than anyone else because she worked so much harder for it.

After the ceremony, Brittany ran and jumped into his open arms.

"We did it, San! We're finished school and we're going to California." He nodded and kissed her happily, worry still gnawing at his stomach. What would change for them in California? He was too afraid to ask so he pushed it to the back of his mind as they met their families in the crowd of eager parents who sat through the ceremony.

They were treated to a slap up meal in a nice restaurant, where plenty of nostalgic and happy tears were shed (mostly by his mom).

That night Rachel Berry was having a party where Santiago found himself listening to half the Glee club drunkenly sing their hearts out in the basement of the Berry house.

So many things had changed in his life since meeting Brittany. Not only was he happier than ever before, but he had a whole new group of friends and a whole new outlook on his future.

When Brittany joined Glee club, he used to wait for her by going to the gym or hanging around the football field but by the end he was helping out in the choir room and even sang a song once. Of course by 'sang a song' he hummed a few notes in the background as Artie and Sugar crooned at one another but Brittany seemed to think of it as significant enough to drag him into the empty locker room and rode him like she was in heat. It was awesome.

He built tentative friendships with the Gleeks and even had Rachel Berry's number in his phone. Unlike Santiago, however, Finn actually joined the club and performed at Nationals with them where they earned the very respectable position of second place.

During this time he and Brittany had kicked off their anti-bullying campaign where they miraculously managed to recruit most of the football team, the cheerleading squad and three hockey players (along with many others). Brittany designed posters that encouraged people to embrace their inner unicorn. It ended up as an excuse for his teammates to hit on Brittany's teammates but it was still pretty successful and definitely made a difference at McKinley. Kurt even brought Blaine to the prom without a hitch and they weren't the only same sex couple there, which was a sight he never thought he would see.

"This is definitely not how I imagined spending our graduation." Kurt plonked himself down on the couch beside him, bringing him out of his musings.

"Weird, right?"

"Santiago Lopez, captain of the football team and most popular guy in school, sitting in Rachel Berry's basement listening to the Glee club sing ballads to each other and sob uncontrollably while his girlfriend dances around in her element? Definitely weird."

"You want to know what's weirder?" Santiago asked while trying not to watch Brittany dance a little too suggestively.

"What?" Kurt, who was making love-eyes with Blaine, asked.

"The fact that you haven't been smothered to death by Blaine's eyebrows yet."

"Santiago! You insufferable asshole." Kurt got up and left him sitting alone again. He couldn't help but smirk at Kurt's predictable reaction. Winding him up was still a favorite hobby of his.

He wasn't left to his own devices for long because Brittany, who had been doing shots with Tina (now her closest friend), decided it was appropriate to straddle his lap and suck on his neck.

"Britt!" he tried to stop her but she was had ploughed straight through the first four stages of drunk Brittany (playful, dance machine, philosophical, and inappropriately truthful) to uncontrollably horny.

"Mmm, you taste amazing." She mumbled before nipping at his Adam's apple and grinding down on him.

"Hello Santiago." The strangely welcome voice of Rachel said from behind Brittany.

"Uh…hi." He was now certain that the image of Rachel wearing an animal sweater, plaid skirt and white knee high socks would stop the hard-on he was trying to suppress, despite Brittany's best efforts.

"I know that you're otherwise occupied," Rachel said pointing to Brittany who was practically making out with his chin, "but I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank you for all your help this year in Glee. It means a lot to all of us."

Rachel was swaying on the spot and looked close to breaking down. Awkward.

"No problem. I did it for Brittany anyway." He was mostly telling the truth, but a part of him actually enjoyed his time with the Gleeks. Not that he'd admit it to the midget of all people.

At this point Brittany's hand was working his belt buckle and he knew he needed to take urgent action. He stilled her hands movements causing her to stop kissing him and look at him questionably.

"What's wrong? Is it because Rachel won't stop talking to you? I know she annoys you but you totally don't hate her even if you pretend to. We can go upstairs and do it on her bed, if you want?" And Brittany was now a cross between inappropriately truthful and outright horny.

"NO, I mean… no. I'd prefer if you didn't have relations on my bed and while I think it's sweet that you like me Santiago, I still can't allow for any debauchery in the house as I promised my fathers that we would respect their rules." Rachel was speed talking and Santiago was struggling to keep up which was a common occurrence.

"Whatever, Berry. We won't ruin the sanctity of virginity and Barbara Streisand worship you call a bedroom despite the fact that it would be the only action it will ever see." He said, causing Brittany to pout disappointedly.

"I don't see what the problem is, Rachel. Sex is awesome and you know that Santiago is totally amazing at-"

Santiago covered her mouth to stop her talking but he was sure that Rachel knew how the sentence was going to finish anyway.

"I am very awkward right now so I'm just going to walk away and leave you with a warning: keep your wild teenage hormones in check while in my home." Rachel stared manically at them while she slowly walked backwards over to Finn who was chatting to Blaine.

"What a total cock block!" Brittany was playing with the hairs on the back of his neck while staring daggers at Rachel.

"She does have a point, B."

"I have a point too, San. All I wanted was maybe a half hour to fool around and then I'd go right back to dancing but I can't dance now because I want you so badly." Brittany licked his lower lip to punctuate her point.

"Not fair!" he moaned, while digging his fingers into her ass, subconsciously asking her to move, which she did.

"There's a private place behind the stage where the Berry's have their washing machine and stuff. I'll go there now and you follow me in a few minutes." Brittany left no room for debate as she hopped up and moved with a deliberate sway of her hips. She disappeared behind the stage while Santiago scanned the room for any suspicious eyes and noted with relief that everyone was too drunk to pay attention to them.

Blaine was singing to Rachel, Kurt was crying to Finn, Tina was dancing with Mike, Sugar was being rolled around on Artie's wheelchair and making it rain dollar bills while Lauren tried to coerce Mercedes into having an arm wrestle. They really were an odd group of people.

As casually as possible, Santiago followed Brittany behind the stage. He damn near passed out when he saw her lying back on the washing machine, waiting patiently for him with spread legs.

"That was quick," she teased as he stepped between her legs and brought their lips together, not bothering with a reply.

The kiss became heated in seconds, all tongues and teeth. Her hands wrapped around his neck pulling him closer. She was wearing a ridiculously short dress, so he easily trailed his fingers up her thigh toward her heated center. They had no time to waste, so he dipped his finger under her panties and groaned at the wetness he found there. Brittany jerked into him, her kisses becoming sloppy and uncoordinated.

"Take them off," he commanded, deciding that the best way to get her off was to take control.

She lifted her ass, giving him room to slide her panties down over her pale legs, she kicked them off along with her high heels.

"Can you keep quiet?" he asked while licking his lips and savoring the taste of Brittany's lip-gloss. She nodded, her eyes focusing on his tongue causing him to smile knowingly. He was teasing along the lips of her pussy, lightly running his finger over them causing Brittany to squirm.

He gestured for her to lie back as he got down on his knees, hitching her dress up over her hips.

"San," Brittany had her hands covering her face, her breathing was heavy and ragged.

He dove straight in and licked the entire length of her, moaning at the tangy sweetness that was Brittany. It was his favorite taste in the world. He messily covered his face in her juices, moving his tongue to her clit causing Brittany to grunt and gasp.

He built her up quickly and, with no warning, entered her with two fingers. The noise that left her was loud, too loud. He knew that someone would hear them if they weren't too caught up singing or crying but he carried on regardless. He pumped in and out of her, Brittany matching his movements with her hips. He could tell she was close because her muscles were tightening around his fingers so he started drawing out the strokes of his tongue on her clit, making them longer and harder. He squeezed his hardening cock through his jeans to give himself some friction. Tasting Brittany made him impossibly hard and hearing her moan his name made him feel like he could come right then.

Brittany grabbed the back of his head and pushed him into her and started riding his face giving him the signal that she was seconds from coming. It took just a few more simultaneous thrusts and licks until she clamped her knees around his head and released a strained groan of pleasure.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THIS!" Rachel Berry screamed from behind him. He removed his fingers from Brittany and jumped up to cover her. She was flushed a dark red, still recovering from her orgasm. Her eyes widened dramatically as her mouth dropped open.

"Well? There's a party going on right around the corner and you guys are here performing sinful acts on my fathers' washing machine! I am on the verge of vomiting at the sight I have been forced to witness." Rachel was covering her eyes and waving her other arm around frantically.

"Calm down Rachel, we're sorry ok? But could you please just leave us alone for a second." Santiago was fucking mortified but Brittany had her head buried into his shoulder in an attempt to suppress a laugh.

"I will certainly not leave you alone for any amount of time. I'll wait here with my back turned while Brittany makes herself decent again." Rachel turned around, giving Brittany a chance to put her panties back on.

"You're really hard," she cupped his dick through his jeans, he inhaled sharply at the unexpected feeling.

"Guys, I suspect something is happening despite my presence. I am already very disappointed in you both so don't make things worse." Rachel was trying to sound threatening but wasn't succeeding. She was about as threatening as a Cabbage Patch Kid.

Brittany got down off the washing machine and straightened her dress out leaning up to whisper in his ear, "We can go to my shed and I'll finish you off or we can stay here and hang out with the guys a bit longer. If we stay, I'll pay you back tomorrow. A lot."

His first instinct was to go home and have Brittany every which way but he knew she wanted to stay and, if he was being honest, he did too. This was the last real party they would have together as a group and he wanted to enjoy it.

"If you keep your distance for a little while, my boner will go away." He pointed his crotch and sighed. He readjusted himself and kissed the top of Brittany's head.

"Thank you, for the amazing orgasm and for staying," Brittany hugged him, and while the closeness was doing nothing for his hard-on, he returned it eagerly.

"Ok Rachel, what can I do to make this up to you? I can give you a kitten? Lord Tubbington totally cheated on Charity and got Tinkles pregnant. Total drama." Brittany hooked her arm through Rachel's as they made their way back into the main area of the basement where everyone was looking at them with a mixture of disgust and intrigue.

"Do you have no shame?" Kurt broke the silence, "You better not be like this in California! Although surely by then the honeymoon period will be over."

"Stop being a douche." Santiago fired back while flipping him the bird, and just like that everyone began chatting again. They spent the rest of the night laughing, crying and enjoying their last real night together before parting ways. It was bittersweet and Santiago soaked up the moment, thankful that his life had changed so positively.

Santiago's head fell back onto the pillow, a sheen of sweat coating his body. He was trying to catch his breath, but having little luck.

"That was worth the wait," he panted as Brittany sat up off him, effectively sliding him out of her. She lay beside him, cuddling up to him.

"Told you," she stroked her nails over his thigh absently. Santiago removed the condom from his softened member, tied it in a knot and dropped it into the trashcan beside his bed.

His mom and siblings had gone to visit family, leaving the house free for the day. Brittany had come over with the sole intention of getting him off. Which she had done. Several times.

They lay in contemplative silence, enjoying the afterglow of great sex.

"What are you thinking?" Brittany asked after a while.

"I… Britt, can I ask you something serious?" he had actually been thinking about their future and worrying once again so he decided it was best to stop ignoring it and confront his feelings.

"Of course," she answered straight away, sitting up slightly to look him in the face.

He took a deep breath and steeled himself before continuing, "When we go to California, are you still gonna want to be with me? Like, I want to say I understand if you want to explore life there and be free to do that but I can't because I love you too much and I'm afraid of losing you."

The silence was deafening and his heart hammered in his chest. He knew that Brittany was a free spirit and he would hate to confine her in any way but he genuinely didn't think he could cope without her. He had to know. He needed to find out.

"You are so silly Santiago Lopez. I love you! Of course I want to be with you. Why would you think otherwise? You need to wrap your handsome head around the fact that you're stuck with me from now on and when we get to L.A I will be free to explore life there especially because I'm with you." She ghosted over his face with her finger, pulling his lower lip out and planting a kiss on it.

He smiled widely as relief settled within him.

"I don't want to hold you back from anything, that's all," he admitted quietly.

"You never hold me back, you do the opposite. You're a sexy, considerate, perfect person and I am so lucky to have you. The only worry I have is not being able to see enough of you."

The thought had barely entered his mind before it left his mouth, "Why don't we live together?"

What? Where the hell did that come from? One minute he's telling her that he doesn't want to hold her back then asking her to move in with him. She was going to feel totally smothered and controlled.

"Are you serious?" She sat up completely, he wasn't sure whether her reaction was bad or good.

"Well, only if you want to. I dunno. If you-"

"Yes I want to! Of course I do. I can't believe this Santiago. We're going to live together. I wanted to ask you but I was worried that I would scare you off. This makes so much sense. I am so happy." She straddled him again, not the best idea because they were naked and he was only human.

"We can ask our parents later tonight if you want." He suggested, doing his best to ignore the deliciousness of Brittany's center over his cock.

Brittany kissed him hard and he soon found himself buried deep inside her again, celebrating their decision to live together.

A few months later, Santiago, Brittany and Kurt started their drive to L.A. The truck that they had gotten as a gift from their parents was packed with their belongings meaning Kurt was sat completely cramped in the back. They had a week of motels, pit stops and long hours of driving ahead of them but it would all be worth it when they arrived in L.A to start their new lives.

Santiago and Brittany had found the perfect apartment (tiny but affordable but most importantly, theirs) not too far from campus and Kurt was moving into a dorm room. They were meeting Puck who had insisted on giving them the grand tour and their first terms started in three weeks, giving them plenty of time to settle in and attend student orientation.

"This is so exciting," Brittany took his free hand in hers and laced their fingers together.

"I know. I can't wait to get there." He agreed happily.

"I just hope you guys can go a full week without sex, otherwise I will need you to start paying for my therapy once we get there," Kurt said from the back where he was squeezed in between a suitcase and a giant framed photo of Britney Spears.

"We're not animals, dude, we can control ourselves," Santiago grumbled.

"Tell that to Rachel Berry who had to sterilize her washing machine! I am only sharing a room with you for cost purposes and I do not want any sordid sex shows thank you very much."

"Don't worry Kurt, we can be totally discreet. You won't even notice," she sounded serious but the glint in her eye meant she was totally teasing him.

He screeched indignantly, complaining most of the way to their first stop at a roadside diner about their outrageous need to ravage each other at every given moment.

"Well, if you ever find a guy that gives you multiple orgasms every time you have sex then maybe you'd understand why I want him so much." Brittany said without any hint of embarrassment as they read over their menus.

Kurt was shocked into silence, opening and closing his mouth like a fish before shuddering.

"Thought so." Brittany shrugged and winked mischievously at Santiago who grinned back.

Brittiago: 1

Kurt: 0

Life was good, and was only going to get better.