You close the door behind you, a bright smile on your face. "You did great!"
"Yeah?"
You nod, "Definitely. Come here…" you lean forward and kiss me, short and soft. Your hands on my hips, your eyes pools of love.
Love, that look that was there for a while before I knew what it was, even if I had my suspicions.
"They really, really liked you Santana. Like, more than anyone I think." You squeeze my hips gently, as if it emphasize your point.
My stomach somersaults twice, your parents liked me…. liked me more than anyone you've dated. And even though I hate thinking about you dating other people, I can't help but be happy.
I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding, run my hands through my hair. This weekend was stressful. So, so stressful.
Your parents told you they'd be coming to visit when you got back from your short tour, but you didn't think they'd be visiting basically right away. You'd only been back home, back with me, for three short days before they announced they were coming that weekend.
They were coming that weekend and I wouldn't be.
And after so long apart from you, I'd have to be apart from you again. And I've missed you.
It's like the few nights that you spent in my bed were a fever dream, a made up reality, and you're not really back yet, you're still touring.
And your parents were not what I expected.
You warned me that they were a little zany before they came. You tell stories about them, about how your dad has embarrassed you countless times and can't stop with the bad dad jokes. You explained that your parents were a match made for each other because you mom has the same weird sense of humor. That part I got, because you have a pretty weird sense of humor, too. Quirky and zany and so, so cute.
But your dad really outdid himself this weekend. Shaking my hand firmly and politely every time I walked into a room the first day we met. Repeatedly asking me what my name was. Jokingly wondering aloud who the hot brunette was that you'd snagged, and how you managed to trick me into kissing you.
You were so cute around them, too. So incredibly shy when you introduced them to me, a shyness I've never really seen from you before. It made me love you even more, my butterflies buzzing around. We planned for me to meet you outside the restaurant so that you could walk in with me and introduce me to them after they got settled. It was a great plan, and you're a genius. Your hand on my back so warm, the energy between us coursing, as you led us over to the table.
And once dinner got moving and we were all laughing, you looked so relaxed.
You were glowing.
The hand you placed on my thigh was grounding and reassuring. Your gentle squeezes made me feel warm all over.
You didn't even flinch too much when your parents started telling embarrassing stories about you. You just laughed right along with them, your face growing pink.
Everything I learned about you from your parents just makes me love you infinitely more.
And even though your dad isn't your real father, you are so, so much his daughter.
It makes me swoon remembering the night you admitted to me who your real father was. Making me swear and cross my heart that I'd never tell. Your eyes were so serious and grey, the weight of this secret settling into my being. Your pinky finger so strongly linked with mine.
It was the first of many things I hope to swear to you.
"Did they make it out ok? They weren't freaked out by taking Uber to the airport were they?"
"Noooo…." you kiss the side of my neck.
"They aren't going to change their minds and make good on their threat to move here are they?"
You snort into my ear as your breath ghosts along it, "Mmmm...no, don't think so. They say that every time."
"And you're sure they really liked me?"
"So sure. They wouldn't stop raving about you this morning before they left. In fact, I think my mom might have the hots for you. I should look out."
"Well, she did say Pierce women have a thing for short brunettes..."
You playfully nip my jaw in response.
I giggle half-heartedly, too distracted by your lips on my skin and your feather light touches.
"They thought you were charming…" a kiss, "lovely…" another kiss, "smart…" another kiss, "funny…" and another, "and gorgeous." You're on my lips with your next kiss, different than the last ones, it sends a shiver down my spine.
I missed your kisses so much while you were away.
I missed everything so much while you were away.
You break away and you smile so big. I haven't seen you this happy since I told you I loved you.
"Really?"
You giggle, "Yes really! You're a catch, Santana."
"I mean, I know I'm a catch, duh. I just…worry about how I come across with parents." The laugh you let out at my rambling makes my butterflies swoop in my belly and my hands tingle.
"You are the cutest little mouse, you know that?"
"Hmm...you've said."
"Well, I'll keep saying. You, Santana Lopez, are amazing, and wonderful, and you make me so, so happy. Of course my parents approve."
I can't help but smile at you. Your unbridled joy buoys me up and I feel lost in your giddiness. I stand there staring at you, not able to comprehend your beauty, when I see your eyes flicker.
"Also, I just want to say, that I'm really, really glad you live alone." your voice is husky as you get closer to my lips, your hands moving lower and lower on my back, my hip. And I understand the flicker. And I feel my stomach heat with want.
"Me too."
And my hand around your neck pulls your face down to me so I can claim your mouth. You groan and then gasp, and the sounds set me on fire.
We still have a lot of time apart to make up for.
A/N: OMG IT'S FINALLY HERE! THE WEDDDINGGGGG WE'VE ALL BE WAITING FORRRRR! We did it guys, we made it!