Finn's proposal to Santana. -Anon.
It's his birthday and Santana promised him that she would make him dinner. She wishes she didn't promise this because she hates cooking. Like, she rather be hanging out with Rachel Berry and Jesse St. James then cooking Finn dinner. But she promised. So, she's in the kitchen trying to figure out what the hell to make him. She calls Kurt, knowing he'd know. He suggests something simple. Hamburgers and potato wedges with red velvet cake for dessert. She could do that. Her mom use to make that all the time. She knows how to do it.
Santana quickly mixes together the flour, cocoa powder, salt, baking soda, buttermilk, red food coloring, white vinegar, vanilla extra, dark brown sugar, eggs, and unsalted butter together. She decided to get fancy and distributes the cake mix into two round pans. She sets them into the oven after the thing has pre-heated to 325.
She hooks up the deep fryer and gets out a cast iron pan. She pours the oil into the fryer, turns it on and let's it heat up. As she waits for that, she cleans the potatoes then cuts them up into a bunch of strips. She sets them on a paper towel that has salt sprinkled over it to bleed them out.
She then moves on to the next task, packing the meat into nice patties. She makes them big, since Finn complains how every time you go to a restaurant the patties are super thin or super tiny. So, she makes them thick and large. She slices up some onions and puts them in the cast iron plan. A trick she learned from her mom. Frying the patties in a cast iron pan, lined with onions gives the meat more flavor.
She dips the basket of potato wedges into the oil, flips the meat over and begins to work on the next thing on her list. Frosting the cake. She doesn't do store bought icing, or really store bought anything when it comes to baking. She hates when anyone knows that she likes to bake, or well…not like but knows how to bake. Whatever, Finn better not give her shit about it.
Puck made fun of her before because she made him homemade cookies for his birthday back in high school and he teased her and started to tell her to whip something up every time they hung out. If Finn gets like that nothing will keep her from making him sleep on the couch tonight. No, screw that. He can sleep in his truck.
She gets out the powder sugar, cream cheese, unsalted butter, vanilla extract and salt, mixes the ingredients together and spreads it on top of one of the round cakes, after it is done baking and has cooled off of course. She makes sure it's a thick layer before sitting the other one on top. She then spreads the icing all over the sides, making sure it's nice a smooth and then on top.
The cake looks to plain to her. She calls Brittany up and tells her to pick her up some of the cake decorating gel from the store. Thank goodness Brittany knows what she's talking about.
She gets there with the gel and hangs out with Santana for a little bit. Santana doesn't want to be rude, but Brittany needs to leave. Finn will be home any second now. But she won't leave; she just keeps talking as Santana tries to make a nice little design on the side of the cake.
Just as Santana finishes up the final touches on the whole meal, Finn walks into the door. Brittany is sitting on the counter, chewing on a potato wedge that Santana gave her so she'd stop trying to get a piece of cake.
"Hey." He says, grinning over at her.
"No. Go take a shower." She points toward the bathroom. She loves him but the building he works in smells weird and he always carries the scent home with him. Plus, she didn't want him to pass the kitchen door and see what she has been doing; though he can probably smell it.
But he listens and goes straight to the bathroom. When she hears the water turn on she pretty much pushes Brittany out the door. They're apartment is kind of small so they don't have a proper dining room. So, she clears off the table under the window that holds the radio and some stupid plant Kurt gave them when they moved in. She's only using this table because it's nice and taller than their coffee table. She hears the water shut off and begins to freak out slightly.
She begins to move faster, setting the food out on the table, grabbing the chairs that came with the place but without a kitchen table. She runs into their bedroom, he's in the room too. He's getting dressed and he's a little shocked at how she just barged in. She didn't mean to but she pretends it was on purpose.
"Happy Birthday." She says, walking over to him and kissing him.
He smiles against his lips. "I thought you forgot."
She rolls her eyes. "How can I forget your birthday? Mine is three days after." She smirks and grabs his hand. "Come on. I made you something."
He closes his eyes, even though she didn't tell him to. He follows her, almost tripping on his way to the table. She laughs and nudges him. "Open your eyes."
He does and his jaw drops. "You made all this?" He moves closer and looks at the burgers, potato wedges, and the cake that has his name spelled into it with Santana's hand writing.
"Yep, Kurt said it's your favorite food."
He turns to her and his smile is even bigger. "Marry me?"
She laughs and hits his arm. "Shut up."
He gets down on his knee and fumbles with his pocket. "No, I'm serious. I was going to wait until our trip to Spain but I can't wait now. Marry me?"
Her eyes are wide and her jaw is dropped. She can't say anything, she's too stunned. She just nods her head, pulling him back up and pressing her lips to his. He slips the ring onto her finger and they eat his birthday dinner together.
After they're done and lying in bed, after some pretty awesome birthday sex, he leans into her and whispers, "Best birthday ever."