Santana drummed her fingers on her steering wheel as she and Rachel made their way to the airport to pick up Leroy. After Sue and Duncan had left that morning, Rachel hadn't said much about the subject. Santana could tell that every scenerio that could possibly play out was running around in Rachel's mind. Hopefully Conner would be captured soon and their minds could be at ease. Santana had made the decision to go ahead and move forward with her plans to propose to Rachel. She would be a hypocrite if she told Rachel they were going to go about their normal lives and then she backed out of proposing.

Internally shaking her head at herself, Santana remembers how nervous she was to talk to Leroy about asking Rachel to marry her. She had been planning on talking to him for a while and she had finally found the time when Rachel left to do the last bit of press that she had just came home from.

2 Weeks Before

Walking through the cabin, Santana was searching for her phone, she had gathered all of her courage to call Leroy and ask him to dinner. Normally she wasn't so nervous, I mean it was just dinner right? No, this dinner would be the one that could possibly change her future. She was going to ask Leroy for Rachel's hand in marriage. Sure, it was incredibly old fashioned but that was just how she rolled.

Santana found her phone in the kitchen laying on the island and anxiously searched through her contacts for Leroy's number. Holding her breath she listened for Leroy's voice to interrupt the ringing.

"Hello Santana! How are you this morning?"

"I'm good and you?" Santana was trying not to vomit. Really were the patterns on the island starting move or was that just her?

"I'm great. I assume Rachel got to the airport on time this morning?" Leroy had already said his goodbye's to Rachel last night when her and Santana had came over for dinner.

"Yeah, I got back from dropping her off about an hour ago. Listen I was calling to ask if you would like to have dinner with me tonight if you aren't busy?" Santana asked hopeful. She really hoped that Leroy wasn't busy, the possibility of her losing her nerve was growing with every second.

"Santana are you asking me out on a date?" Leroy joked. "I love you dearly, I consider you to be my daughter just as much as Rachel, but this is a little extreme."

Santana laughed, thankful that Leroy was able to break up the tension she was feeling. "You can call it a date if you want. But I would like to talk to you about something that is really important to me tonight."

Detecting the seriousness of Santana's tone, Leroy wondered what exactly was going on. If dinner was how Santana wanted to talk, then dinner it would be. "Sure, I have an early lunch meeting with a book store owner in a bit, but I will be in St. Lawrence this evening. Is around sevenish okay?"

"Yeah, seven is fine. Do you want to try that new Japanese place, Benihana?"

"That sounds lovely. I will see you this evening. Oh and Santana...whatever it is you need to talk about, it will be okay."

I sure hope so, Santana mumbled to herself. After hanging up the phone Santana set about to finishing up anything that needed to be done around the cabin. She really was just looking for a way to keep her mind busy until it was time to leave in...nine hours. Oh wow, she still had all day to kill.

After practically cleaning the cabin from top to bottom, finishing any and all laundry she could find, canning two large pots of stew and then cleaning that mess up again it was finally time for Santana to get ready to go meet Leroy. She had successfully kept herself busy all day, however that didn't mean that she had kept her mind clear. No matter what she done all she could think about was the possibility that Leroy would tell her no. Maybe Rachel would still marry her even if Leroy didn't approve, one could always hope.

The drive to Benihana didn't take near as long as Santana was hoping for. The drive was roughly thirty minutes, but Santana felt like it was closer to thirty seconds. Had she flown here or something, she wondered as she looked around the parking lot looking for Leroy's car. When she spotted him waving she smiled but she was sure it came out more as a grimace.

This is it Santana, it's now or never. Don't wimp out. Don't. Wimp. Out. Santana kept repeating the mantra in her head. Everything would be okay, Leroy loved her like she was a daughter to him. He wouldn't kill her in public right? Why would he kill you? Santana thought to herself. She was only asking for his daughters hand in marriage, they had been in a relationship for three years now. If he was going to kill her he would have done it a long time ago. Stop it. Think positive, be confident and besides if you never ask the answer is always no.

Santana heaved a sigh and stepped down out of her jeep. She managed to pull off a weak smile as she approached Leroy who was waiting for her by the door of the restaurant. Leroy was curious about Santana's demeanor, something was definitely up with the woman, hopefully he would fine out what was going on soon enough.

When eating at a hibachi restaurant, dinner was always filled with entertainment. The evening had been filled with casual chit-chat and wonderful food, but now it was time to get down to why they were really there. Santana fidgeted in her seat, something that Leroy had noticed she had been doing all night. He sighed and laid down his napkin after making sure that his beard stubble was clean of food particles.

"Santana, are you going to tell me what's up? You've been on edge all night." Leroy looked sympathetic. Maybe he knew what she was planning to ask.

"I want to ask Rachel to marry me." Santana blurted and then quickly clamped her hand over her mouth, it wasn't supposed to come out like that.

Leroy wasn't sure what Santana had just said. It had came out as a jumble of words rather than an actual sentence. "I'm sorry, what?"

Oh no. This was the part where he said no. Santana could feel the sheer panic coursing throughout her body, her hands had gone clammy. When did it get so hot in this place. Santana started mumbling to herself about how this was a bad idea and to forget what she had just said. Leroy knew he had to try and calm Santana down before she bolted out of the restaurant. "Santana, honey. Calm down. I just didn't hear what you said."

With shaky hands Santana reached out and grabbed her glass of wine, downing what was left in the glass. It was a good thing she had eaten plenty of food. "I want to ask...Rachel..to marry me." She sat with her back straight, body stiff as she waited for his reply.

Leroy sat with a neutral look on his face. Santana had just asked for Rachel's hand in marriage. It was a glorious day, his baby was finally going to get married, well as long as she said yes to the proposal. Of course he wasn't going to tell Santana this right away, he could make her sweat a little but the poor woman looked like she was going to pass out at any moment. Maybe he really shouldn't drag this out any longer than needed. "You have my full permission. I also really appreciate you asking." Leroy grinned as he watched Santana completely deflate, jeez, was she about to cry?

"So, you're saying I can ask her?" Santana really needed to hear the clarification again just to make sure.

"Yes, you can ask her. I've known for a long time now that she was your forever and I couldn't imagine a better person for her to marry. I know that Hiram would also approve. Now he would be the one that would have required a little more persuasion than a dinner." Santana smiled in relief, she was glad that she now had Leroy's approval and by extension she also had Hiram's. Now all she had to do was ask Rachel and hope that she said yes.

"Thank you so much. You have no idea what this means to me." Santana stood up and walked around the table so that she could give Leroy a hug.

"I think I might have a small idea about what you're going through. I was the one who asked Hiram to marry me. Bayani proposed this time around."

"Don't I know it." Santana mumbled as she sat back down in her seat. "I remember that dinner all too well. I thought he was going to pass out into his lobster plate when he asked Rachel for permission to propose. Then he dropped your ring when she asked if she could see it." Bayani had went to great lengths to have Leroy a custom engagement ring made, it wasn't quiet as big as a standard wedding band, but it was a beautiful matte black with a diamond band that ran around the center.

"Speaking of rings, do you have Rachel's yet?" He knew that Santana had wonderful taste in jewelry even though she hardly wore any herself.

"It should be here in the next couple of days. I have to go to the city and pick it up. I can show you a picture though." Santana responded as she pulled out her phone and opened up the email with her confirmation number. Leroy chuckled as he looked at the company name on the email.

"You went to Tiffany's." Santana rolled her eyes, she knew someone was going to say it eventually when they seen it. Instead of going for something super extravagant Santana had settled on the Tiffany Grace design, princess cut diamond with the platinum diamond band. Rachel liked jewelry, but nothing super flashy. Santana thought the ring was perfect, hopefully Rachel would too. "I think she will love it." Leroy nodded his approval as he handed the phone back to Santana who couldn't help but to admire the ring once more. It felt like that was all she had been doing since receiving the email.

Santana couldn't help but to finally let her much contained excitement settle in. The ring would be here in a few days, Leroy had said yes and now all Rachel had to do was come home and say yes.

"Santana, are you even listening to me?" Rachel asked slightly annoyed. She had been speaking to Santana without any response for almost ten minutes now. Whatever the other woman was thinking about had her really deep in her head.

"Sorry. I was just thinking about something."

"I gathered that much. What were you thinking about?" Whatever Rachel had been saying wasn't important now. She wanted to know what was going on in that head of Santana's. Rachel knew that the woman could cook up devious plans in her head and never breathe a word about it to any one.

"Just everything that happened this morning. I know you're not ready to talk about it." Santana spoke quickly as she saw Rachel open her mouth to protest about the impending conversation. "I'm not going to force you, you know I never do. But this isn't going to go away with the snap of your fingers, love. I know you're super worried and scared, even if you won't admit it." Santana gave Rachel a pointed glare. "Now, I know you were saying something about a fan from your press tour, I promise I am listening this time."

Rachel smiled her thanks to Santana. She always knew when to push and when to back off, it was one of her things that Rachel couldn't help but to fall in love with. Rachel began to tell Santana about a lovely little girl she had met that reminded her of Santana. A tiny spit fire who charmed and dazzled everyone that she met including Rachel.

That was something for Santana to really think about, was this Rachel's way of hinting around that she wanted a baby? Santana could see herself married to Rachel with a little girl or boy running around the cabin. Sure the thought terrified her, but didn't becoming a parent terrify everyone at first? Would she make a good mom? She had looked after Beth before when she was a baby, but it's different when it's your own kids. Santana sighed internally, it was a lot to think about and she really didn't need to be stuck in her head again. Rachel might threaten to unleash her fists of fury if she realized that Santana had once again zoned out.