It had been two months since Sebastian's suicide and no one had come to call on Santana. At first she had panicked, assuming she had killed him, but the newspaper said he was found in the bathroom with more wounds than what she had inflicted on him. Privately, Santana had spent hours weeping in relief and grief. For several days she didn't leave her apartment except to use the bathroom. But after a week of moping, she decided there was nothing to do but move on. She couldn't change the past.
Britt, of course, had been distraught when she heard the news. Her entire company had put on a touching tribute for him. She attended and wept, but, like Santana, she did her best to move on.
But after four months, it was far from their minds. They had plenty of other things to think about. Britt had a new musical and Santana had plenty of different cases. There was no room for Sebastian anymore and that's how Santana liked it. Besides, she was planning something special for Britt.
It was late at night and Santana had just treated Britt to a long day at the Ballet in New York. Now, sitting in their hotel, Britt began to question Santana's actions.
"San, today was wonderful, but why did we come to New York?" A sudden fear filled her eyes, "Chicago wasn't going to be destroyed by aliens, was it?" Santana chuckled.
"No Britt- we came here because I wanted today to be magical so I could ask you a very serious question." Britt looked at her intently. "I was wondering if you wanted to be my wife."
Britt's squeal of pleasure was all she needed as an answer.
THE END
A/N So I know that was super short, yes I'm aware, but it needed to end, and I know that there are a lot of loose ends, but:
**IMPORTANT NEWS** I will be writing a companion story to this in Sebastian's POV that will clear a lot of the questions up.
Anyway, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. I certainly did.
And thanks to my amazing beta EvelynCharlotte for being amazing and having such wonderful criticism!