"You're jittery."

"I am."

You kiss my cheek and squeeze my hand, "No need, S."

"I know, I know…but it's a big deal."

"It is. But it's not the first big deal."

"No… it's not." You smooth the hair on the back of my head and look at me that way you do, that way that I know you're really listening.

Listening and hearing.

Understanding.

Loving this spazzy side of me.

The spazzy side that comes out more and more. That you love more and more.

And your eyes get all crinkly in the corners.

They get this sparkle in them, they gleam.

And that look.

That look, baby. That look is everything to me.

"I know I'm being a spaz. Thank you for being patient with me."

"Always."

"I guess I'm just." I don't know how to say what I want so I just say it. "I never really brought anyone home, Britt. Not really. Not anyone who was… I mean, my parents have only met one girl. One girl ever. No one else made the cut. No one else was worthy of it."

"Santana…" You lean in and kiss me and you hear the words I'm saying in between.

"So, it's a big deal."

You don't answer me. You just kiss me again sweetly and squeeze my shoulders.

Of course I shouldn't have worried. Of course my parents love you.

You charm them with such ease I'm kind of in awe.

You're a master.

My dad, my busy workaholic, super serious dad, spends most of the night laughing at your jokes.

And my mother, my mother sends so many looks my way. That look of hopeful smugness. Like she's waiting for me to tell her she was right.

Tell her that she was right to tell me that when I found the one, when I found the one everything would be different.

I hate that she's right.

But I don't. Not at all.

Because everything is different. Everything is so, so different.

It's quiet on the walk home. My parents had tickets to a show and left in a rush to get to the theater and you and I stayed for dessert.

It hit me while we were still there, this feeling. But I wait until we're heading out.

I shake your hand in mine between us, listening to your clicking heels on the sidewalk. You step closer to me and nudge my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, B."

"Sorry for what?"

"For getting myself so worked up that I didn't calm you down." I hear you chuckle and you squeeze my hand for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. "I hate that I get like that."

"Like what?"

"So worked up over nothing. So… tied up and twisty and in my head. I just, get up there and then I can't get out until something pulls me out."

"It's cute. You get these little furrows on your brow and your mouth gets all straight. Your eyes look all stormy. It's adorable, baby."

I laugh, "I don't think anyone has ever called that adorable ever. Not in my whole life."

"Haven't you heard? I'm not just anyone."

"No, you're not."

"San… getting you out of your head actually helps me."

"Yeah, but…"

"You took my mind off my own nerves. And, to be honest, I wasn't all that nervous."

"Oh? Have a lot of practice meeting the parents?"

"Definitely." you nod, your face playfully serious, "I've met my fair share. Had time to work on all my best material. I'm like the Meryl Streep of meeting the parents."

I can't help the giggle that bubbles up out of my throat.

"Honestly, Santana. Helping you will always make me feel better. Caring for you is, like, my favorite thing."

"Can you stop?!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop always saying these perfect things! It's just… maddening!"

You laugh this time, "Maddening, huh?"

"Yes. I'm always floundering over my words and you just spout off these perfect things and how do you even do that?!"

"I'm a unicorn."

I shake my head at your randomness, but fully accept the fact that you are. You are a magical creature that I have been lucky enough to find. I can't wait to get you home and kiss you silly.

"You are. You are a unicorn, Britt-Britt."