A/N: Moving and shaking. Second chapter of the day. One of your song requests which is one of my faves!
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She Is Love (Parachute)
We had it all planned out.
She didn't talk to her family and all I had left was my dad...so we decided that we would just have something between us and then party later with our friends and family.
It was supposed to happen when Q graduated from law school but after having Britt with us for three long weeks and then finally being alone again...we figured...why wait?
And so we did it.
We got married.
There was no fairytale honeymoon or champagne toasts.
Instead...we drove down to Venice Beach for the week, walked the boardwalk...attempted to surf and just had tons of sex.
But I won't bore you with the details.
Instead...I think I would rather tell you about what happened when we got back.
That's where the true story is.
When we got home, I had Q take me straight to the studio on campus because I had to put out some small fires.
My grad assistant job had me in charge of the radio station and apparently students hacked into the mainstream radio mainframe and unleashed a bunch of stuff that could get us fined by the FCC.
I had asked her to stay with me and so she used what legal knowledge that she had to help me set things straight.
We were feeling pretty proud of ourselves when we finally showed up at home.
Quinn was laughing and kept twirling her wedding band on her finger.
"I can't believe we actually got married." She said wistfully as I held her hand in mine.
"You don't regret it already, do you?"
"Are you kidding? I'm the happiest woman alive...I snagged myself the hottest chick of them all."
I squeezed her hand tighter as we made our way to our front door.
There was a package there and the moment that I saw it...without even knowing what it was...I kind of panicked.
It's a crazy world.
Turns out my gut was right...the package was for her.
For my wife.
From her father.
"Are you going to open it?" I asked as I curled up on the couch and watched her pace.
The package was sitting in the center of the coffee table, mocking her with its presence punctuated by her father's neat scrawl on the label.
She looked at me and shrugged.
"I don't know...it's one thing for him to disown me...it's another to actually be faced with it. I haven't talked to him in almost a decade...and now this."
"Did you tell Judy or Fran that you were getting married?" I asked, hoping that she had kept her word and not told anyone.
It was supposed to be a random kind of thing.
Her eyes got wide and then she looked at me with a shrug.
"I might have told Fran...but that's it." She said before face-palming herself. "God help me...how can I be so stupid!"
"Hey...that's my wife you're talking about."
Even in her stress, the grin that covered her face as she twirled her ring momentarily wiped it away.
She was calmer now, she sipped from a glass of wine and lit a cigarette and sat there staring at it.
At least she was closer now.
Maybe it was the sudden urge for wine that I had as I watched her...but I had half a mind to ask her something about Britt but I stopped myself.
This wasn't about her.
She was in rehab...we had enough to deal with, bringing Britt up was just asking for trouble.
So I sat up and put my hand on the base of her spine and rubbed the line of her scar, while putting my head on her shoulder.
Years after being paralyzed, rubbing the surgery scar still managed to calm her.
"Open it, Q."
I listened to the crackle of her cigarette as she slowly inhaled and then grunted before blowing out a long stream of air.
"Yea?"
"If you don't...I will." I said as I moved my hand around her waist and under her shirt.
I stroked my fingers over her stomach and she shivered.
"Mmm...don't start something that you can't finish." She chuckled before sipping from her glass of wine.
I used the opportunity of her drinking to attack her neck.
She froze as I slowly nibbled on her skin.
"I always finish, esposa."
"You sure about that?"
She hummed and then brought her hand to cover mine.
"Positive."
When she turned her face towards me and kissed my lips, it was my turn to groan.
The wine had made her lips taste sweeter as I sucked them between mine.
She pulled back and licked her lips.
"Careful...don't want to get you drunk."
"Mmm...I guess you're right, wouldn't want you to take advantage of me in such a vulnerable state."
She chuckled and before finishing her glass of wine.
As she put the glass down next to the box, she turned to me again and smiled.
"Definitely but then again...you would have started it...right?"
"Yes...I'm practically begging for it."
"No need...all you have to do is ask, baby love."
A chill when through me and I couldn't take it anymore.
I pulled away from her and lunged for the box, shoving it into her now empty hands.
"May you please open this box and then take me to bed...pretty fucking please?"
Lucille,
It has come to my attention that you are set to be married to Santana Lopez. You already know what my stance has always been when it comes to this and I'm sure you wore a hole in your floor while weighing the decision on whether to open this package.
If you're reading this, which I have no doubt that you are, please know that you have my blessing.
Now, I know that you didn't seek it out or anything but I'm sure it will soothe a vacant part of you.
Despite all the things that this family has been through over the years, you are always my baby girl before anything else. I love you very much and I wish you and Santana a lifetime of happiness together.
I pray that you both remember your faith and allow it to guide you to a successful marriage.
Please accept this wedding gift on behalf of me and your mother.
May God bless you!
Your father,
Russell
I watched as she delicately opened the package.
A hand flew to her mouth as tears pooled in her eyes.
This was a monumental moment and whether or not we ended up in bed together later was now just a footnote.
And I was okay with that.
This was bigger than that.
This was tantamount to the feeling of utter acceptance after coming out.
This was the moment that I was still waiting for with my Abuela.
I watched as my wife pulled a porcelain tea set from the box and placed it delicately on the table.
She then proceeded to set it up and just stare at it.
"Do you remember this, San?" She said without taking her eyes off the thing.
"I wish I did, Q."
"This was my grandmother's tea set...it's been passed down through seven generations of Fabray women."
Leave it to me...the buzzkill.
"Shouldn't Fran have it then?"
"She always knew how much I loved it and so when Daddy went to give it to her she insisted that he save it for me."
"That was nice of her." I said as I traced a finger over the tea set.
"Mmm...she hates tea and my grandmother."
"Oh...well her loss."
Q smiled sweetly and nodded.
"When I got kicked out and then later disowned...I forgot about it. I never thought that I would get to have it...and now...I have it."
Instead of getting straight to sex, I did something that would have made my mother proud.
While Quinn called her father and mother to thank them for the gift, I went into the kitchen and made tea.
And then I prepared it and put it on the tea-tray.
Q stepped into the kitchen and smiled really big.
"You did this for me?"
I nodded as I filled her cup with tea and then pulled out her chair.
She looked at me with wide eyes as I sat across from her with a smile on my face.
"I did this for us...I love this life that we are making together and how we get to build our own traditions and I think this should be one of them."
"Yea?"
"Absolutely...we are married now, a unit and I want to be apart of everything that puts that kind of smile on your face...for the rest of my life."
I know...sappy but seriously, that smiling face is sometimes better than ten thousand orgasms.
"Thank you for accepting me...and all my crazy over the years, San."
"Igualmente my love."
"Don't stop this sweetness...okay?"
"I don't think that's possible...you bring out the sap in me."
She winked as she sipped at her tea.
"Nice to know."
That night as we laid in our bed together for the first time as a married couple, I felt peace consume me.
It was the feeling that I felt the most when she was around.
The peace to my chaos.
We laid there, looking into each other's eyes and held each other.
For a long while we didn't speak, just stared and smiled.
Occasionally kissed.
And then finally, her face got serious and her eyes got all vulnerable.
"Promise me something, San."
"Anything."
"Promise me that no matter what happens, from here on out...that we will always do this...take time to just soak each other in."
"And be creepers?"
She smiled and nodded.
"Absolutely."
"I promise you that I will do whatever I can to make you the happiest woman on Earth, for the rest of my life."
"I promise the same."
"No need, Q ball...I'm already there."
"Yea?"
"Yep...just stick with me kid and I'll show you the world."
She grinned really wide when I quoted one of her favorite books of the moment that she had been begging me to read.
"You read it?"
"You asked."
"Begged is more like it."
"For you Q, I'd move mountains."
"And rivers and valleys?"
"Yup."
"When did we get so cheesy?"
"When we stopped being polite...and started getting real." I winked.
"Ok...enough!"
She pressed her lips against mine and squeezed me tight.
My body was set a blaze as she grinded against me.
She was doing this to shut me up and I didn't mind one bit.
I hadn't been kidding when I said she made me this way.
So open.
So free to be myself.
And just so fucking happy.
It was probably sickeningly sweet.
Santana ten years ago would be kicking my ass but fuck her...I was happy.
And in love.
Moments later, she pulled away, completely breathless.
Her eyes searched mine and I smiled.
Like a complete spaz and I didn't care...not one bit.
Just having her like this...knowing that she was all mine...forever was the best feeling in the world.
She was the personification of love.
And that was all that I needed.
"Are you done?"
"Mmm...baby...all you had to do was ask."
A/N: I gave you guys so much darkness...I had to give you some light. This last part was dedicated to my ladylove and our sillier moments ;)
So how about one last chapter and an epilogue? 35? Yea? Lets shoot for that! ;)