Chapter 16

Santana walked into her apartment and slid down the doors she had slammed. She threw off her heels and launched her purse in the direction of the couch. It missed, and she heard some of its contents spilling onto the floor.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed angrily, leaning her head against the door. She wasn't sure how long she sat there with her eyes closed, but she was jolted from her daze by Brittany pushing the door open.

"Jesús!" Brittany screamed, jumping away from the door. Santana groaned and dragged herself away from the door so Brittany could open it. "Santana was that you?" She asked as she pocked her head through the door looking for what she had hit.

"Yeah" Santana mumbled back. Brittany pushed open the door fully and walked in, throwing her shoes off like Santana had and joining her on the floor.

"What are you doing?" she asked after several minutes of silence.

Santana didn't answer for a while, but then lifted her head and rested it on her hand, which was propped up on her elbow. "I'm so tired. I couldn't make it to the couch."

Brittany nodded and pursed her lips sympathetically. "Sorry honey. Long day at work?"

"Not really. We only spent like 4 hours working out the last show before New Year's."

"Then?" Brittany asked, confused as to what else would drain Santana this much.

"Well, Quinn told all the gleeks to call me about not being invited to the wedding, and Rachel called today." Brittany groaned. "Yeah. Then the wedding planner came by to talk venues and that ended up taking like three hours."

"What? Why?" Brittany asked in shock.

Santana paused to think. She didn't want to tell Brittany that it was evidently impossible to get a hold of Disney world, where Santana wanted to have their wedding. She knew Brittany would be ecstatic when she found out, but Santana didn't want to tell her until it was set in stone. She and Eve had been on the phone with various people from Disney world for over three hours, constantly being put on hold. The wedding planner would then use this time to discuss other venues, and Santana would have to call and talk to various places. It had all been worth it though, because she had finally been able to get a meeting with the relevant people to talk about having the wedding there.

"Uh...I don't know. Agreeing on places I thought you'd like, then calling them and being put on hold and stuff."

Brittany frowned and sat up. Santana looked at her apprehensively, wondering how she could possibly be caught in her semi-lie.

"Baby I'm really sorry. Do you want me to take some time off work starting Jan and help out with the planning?" Brittany asked her, feeling guilty for Santana's tiredness.

Santana sighed in relief and sat up too. "No Britt. It's okay, today was just one of the long days but I can handle it. I have more free time than you, and you have to make sure you work enough to make up for the honeymoon." Santana wiggled her eyebrows as she mentioned the honeymoon.

Brittany grinned. "Are you sure? I can help out more even if I don't take time off. It's not fair you're so tired and I'm not."

"You're not tired?" Santana asked skeptically.

Brittany hesitated. "I mean…not re…I'm, you know…not really." Santana raised her eyebrows. "Ok yeah I am I'm exhausted. I've been dancing since 7 AM."

Santana laughed. "Britt of course you're tired. Don't worry about it okay? I'm not going to have to work until after New Year's after today so I'll have three free weeks to plan the wedding in peace."

Brittany was unconvinced, but as she looked at Santana's red eyes and tired smile, she decided not to push the topic.

"Okay baby. But if you need me to do more you'll let me know right? You won't let it pile up and stress you out until you explode?"

Santana frowned at Brittany. "What do you mean?"

"Never mind honey I just mean that for anyone, when things build up it's always going to blow up." Santana nodded, accepting this, and lying back down on the floor, but this was not really what Brittany had meant.

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The first time Brittany saw Santana snap and attack someone had been one of the scariest moments of her life. It had been a stressful month for all cheerios, because they had their nationals coming up and Coach Sue was working them to the bone. It had been especially hard for the girls who were new to the squad, because of the combined nerves of their first nationals competition and coach's insistence that they practice longer than the rest of the squad because they were the ones most likely to mess up.

On top of the extra cheerios practices, they also had to deal with studying for exams. For Brittany this was not something of great importance, though she did study….a bit. But for Quinn and Santana, it was driving them both to the brink of madness. They were both waking up well before sunrise so that they could study before practice, spending an hour and a half in practice, going to school, spending another three hours in practice after school and studying until close to ten, at which point they would go to whatever party there was, if there was one, and stay until midnight.

Brittany watched them both with growing anxiety. Quinn was less pleasant than usual, always barking orders at everyone whenever she could, but this was significantly better than Santana, who was nothing like her usual self. Unlike Quinn, Santana had gone quiet. She rarely talked anymore, but she had fixed such a powerfully terrifying glare on her face that no one besides Quinn and Brittany tried talking to her anyway. She didn't make any rude comments in class, she didn't slushy anyone, and she didn't flirt with any of the football players. Brittany tried asking her how she was taking all the stress, but she had tried to convince her that she was ok, just too busy to worry about bullying anyone.

As the weeks passed by Brittany's feeling of impending doom only increased. The rest of the school seemed to be noticing how bad she was at school as the teachers had begun to point out how little she knew after practically a year. While she wasn't happy about it, it didn't bother her too much. She had been used to being called stupid at her old school, but it seemed to really annoy Santana. Brittany saw her scowl deepen and her fists ball up whenever a teacher would comment on Brittany's work loudly enough that the rest of the class heard. She tried to tell her that it didn't matter because she was actually pretty dumb, but this only seemed to upset Santana further.

Finally, the breaking point arrived, and Brittany would never forget it. She, Quinn, and Santana had been walking to cheerios practice when one of the boys on the football team had shouted about something Brittany had said in class. The people around him burst out laughing and many turned to look at Brittany. Quinn swore under her breath and reached out to drag Santana to practice, but found Santana wasn't there.

"What did you say Jared, I didn't quite hear you" they heard Santana's voice from down the hall, where the jocks were standing and laughing. Brittany and Quinn walked quickly towards her.

"Oh I was just telling these guys about what my brother told me Brittany said in geography class" Jared said, pushing off his locker and stepping towards Santana, evidently not reading her foul mood. "I couldn't even believe it when he told me…she's so dumb I wouldn't be surprised if they found out she was re-" Jared could not finish his sentence. Santana had thrust her knee powerfully into his crotch, throwing him backwards into his locker as he bent over to grab his injured area. She then descended upon him with a series of kicks and punches that Jared could not block because she would not give him room to raise his hands.

Brittany stood rooted to her spot as a crowd gathered around Santana and the jocks. She was simultaneously shocked by Santana's outburst and terrified of what she was seeing. Jared's nose was bleeding so profusely that it was becoming hard to see anything but blood all over his face and down his neck and shirt. Santana's hands too were covered in his blood.

Finally Jared's friends seemed to pull themselves out of their own shocked states and one of them pulled Santana off of Jared. This was a mistake though, because Santana let out a scream and began to kick and scream wildly. She threw her head back, connecting it with the boy's nose, causing him to drop her, howling in pain. She then launched herself onto the nearest boy and hang on to his neck, crawling to his back and tightening her arms so that she was choking him. He coughed and gagged and tried to pull Santana off him, but she wouldn't budge. Eventually, he started slamming her into the lockers, trying to get her to let go. He was successful, but the result may have been worse. Santana jumped down from his back suddenly, still holding on to his neck. This made him jerk backwards sharply and bang his head against the locker.

Quinn was screaming her head off trying to get Santana to stop, but she could barely be heard over the screams and cheers of the crowd. Santana was looking around wildly for the fourth boy who had been with Jared, but it seemed he had fled the scene.

"Yeah that's right coward! Fucking run away you pussy ass perra. Sé cómo te ves y voy a ir por ti. No puedes esconderte de mi Te voy a romper. Soy de Lima Heights Adjacent. No te metas con Santana López." She was screaming madly now, and turned back to Jared.

"SANTANA NO" It took Brittany a moment to realise that it had been her who screamed. Santana froze and turned to look at Brittany. The madness in her eyes seemed to drain away slightly, and she looked around as if noticing for the first time what was happening.

She took a step away from Jared and the two other boys, both of whom were bleeding, though not as badly as Jared himself.

"Listen up everyone. SHUT UP" Santana yelled. The crowd went quiet. "This doesn't even compare to what I'm going to do to the next person I hear making fun of Brittany. I swear to god if you think this is crazy…"

"LOPEZ, FABRAY, PIERCE. WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU AT PRACTICE?" Coach Sue bellowed from the other end of the corridor. It said a lot about how insane Santana was at the moment that the students around them didn't run at the sound of Sue as they usually did. Quinn glared at Santana as their coach stomped towards them, but then she sighed and whispered so only Santana could hear.

"Let me handle this"

"I asked you three a question. Am I to take this as a resignation?" Sue was talking to them but her eyes were traveling over the scene before her. Three boys were either lying flat, kneeling or curled up on the floor, two were bleeding from their noses and one was clutching his throat heaving deep breaths and coughing as blood dripped down the side of his head. The one in a heap on the floor looked badly bruised, and even as they watched his face seemed to be swelling. Finally her eyes landed on Santana.

"No coach" Quinn answered.

"What the hell happened here?" She thought she had a pretty good idea, but she couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible for this tiny girl to have inflicted this kind of damage. Yet, there Santana stood, closest to the injured, hands covered in blood, hair flying everywhere, and a crazy look in her eyes.

"They started a fight coach, and we-"

"We? You two were part of this too?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing and eyes narrowing as she looked at Quinn.

Quinn glanced at Brittany. "I was"

"Me too" Brittany said, moving for the first time away from the crowd.

Sue looked at Brittany and smirked. The girl's face was stained with tears and her eyes were red and puffy from crying. She looked like she was trying hard to keep from trembling, and despite herself Sue felt proud of her for showing loyalty.

"No she wasn't" Santana said, her voice hoarse from all her yelling. "And neither was Quinn"

"Shut up Santana yes I was" Quinn said quickly.

"Both of you shut up, and don't speak again until I give you permission." Quinn and Santana's eyes widened at the tone Sue had used. It was not angry, as it had been when she arrived. It was still stern, but it sounded….motherly? No that couldn't be it.

"Were all of you in the fight as well?" She asked the rest of the crowd, her bite returning. There were several frantic head shakes. "Then I suggest you all clear this hallway before I decide to include you in my interrogation." Everyone scurried off. Sue then looked at the teachers who had arrived after her. "I'll handle this. Don't you all have boring classes to teach?" One by one the teacher reluctantly left. "Shuester, as noble as teaching a language no one cares about is, I guarantee that your services are not needed here." Mr Shue stood for a moment, inspecting the scene, then walked away, leaving the three cheerleaders and three football players.

"Now tell me the truth Lopez. What happened?"

Santana was shaking again as she began the story, as though she was working herself up again. Brittany could see the psychopathic look returning to her eyes, so she stepped forward and took over telling the story. As she spoke she held Santana's hand, and squeezed it on occasion, to remind her to stay calm, and that everything was ok. When she had finished, she looked up at Sue for the first time, expecting her to be glowering at them. Sue shocked them again however. She looked deep in thought, and slightly amused.

"Boys?" she called to the three on the floor. The one Santana had head-butted was standing up.

"Coach?" he said.

"You mean to tell me that the three of you had this carnage inflicted on you by this girl?" Sue pointed at Santana. As the boy stood at his full height, the absurdity of the situation really hit Brittany. Santana didn't even reached this boy's shoulder, yet she had emerged from the altercation on her feet and he had been on the floor. He and two of his friends. Brittany could have laughed if she hadn't been so scared.

The boy hesitated, obviously having the same realisation hit him. He looked at Santana, and then he looked at his friends. The one who had been choked looked up at him and shook his head slightly.

"Well?" Coach Sue prompted.

"No coach. My friends and I got into a fight."

All three girls gaped at him, but didn't say a word. He was avoiding all of their eyes.

Sue nodded her head as if expecting this. "I thought so. Don't lie to me again girls. Quinn, to practice now." Quinn hesitated, looking at Santana, then nodded and walked away.

"Rainbow baby, take Santana to the bathroom to get cleaned up, then I want you both at practice."

"Yes coach" Brittany said, not wanting to question why Santana wasn't in any trouble, and not wanting to hang around long enough for their luck to change. "Come on Santana"

In the changing room, Brittany was running Santana's hand under warm water and rubbing gently to get the blood off. There were some bruises forming on her knuckles, some swelling, but no cuts, which meant none of the blood was hers.

"You're not bleeding." She said quietly. Santana didn't say anything. "How does it feel?" Santana shrugged. "Why won't you talk to me?"

"What do you want me to say Britt? I lost it. I completely just fucking lost it. I could have gotten expelled. If my parents hear about this I'll be in so much trouble….and if they tell my abuela…shit….I'll be so dead."

Brittany was silent for a while, now cleaning Santana's other hand. Santana winced and Brittany looked up apologetically.

"You scared me. I thought you were going to get hurt."

Santana looked up at her, her eyes softening. "You don't have to worry about me, I can handle myself."

"I saw" Brittany said, smiling for the first time in 30 minutes. Santana chuckled. "Thank you for sticking up for me." Santana shrugged.

"No I'm serious. No one has ever done that for me and even though you were totally extreme…" Santana chuckled again, "it still means everything to me that you'd do that."

They looked into each other's eyes for a long time. Brittany moved her face inches from Santana's

"I'll always stand up for you B. I'll always protect you" Santana said quietly. "Now come on. If we don't get to practice coach might kill me before my abuela has a chance to."

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Santana looked up at the clock, taking off her headphones and rubbing her temples to try and stave off her growing headache. 2:15 PM. She had now been working for seven straight hours. Had she eaten lunch? Yes, Eve had brought her a sandwich about an hour ago…but had she eaten it? She looked around her and groaned when she saw the untouched sandwich sitting on the far end of the soundboard. She was so tired she couldn't think. Maybe it was the fact that the artist she was currently listening to was awful, or maybe it was that she had a concert tomorrow that she wasn't looking forward to because the choreography was nothing short of boring. Truthfully though, it was probably because she had been expecting a call from Disney world for two weeks now, and every day that they didn't call made her anxiety about the wedding sky rocket. The wedding planner was hounding her relentlessly about changing the venue and keeping her plans a secret from Brittany was getting harder. She was running out of excuses for why there were no venues for them to go view, or why she was so stressed about it. She looked at the clock again, 2:17 PM. How was that even possible? Santana groaned loudly and stood up, deciding to just go home and sleep off this headache. She'd come back later and finish her work when she didn't feel like her brain was being compressed.

She was stopped suddenly by her phone ringing. She stood halfway to the door, unable to believe her bad luck. She knew it wasn't Brittany because she was in the middle of shooting a music video, but even if she wasn't, it wasn't her ringtone. There was no one else in the world she would talk to in her current state, but the ringing was intensifying her headache. She pulled the phone out of her jacket pocket and stared at it through squinted eyes, her headache now so bad that she could barely see. She didn't know this number. She sighed deeply and then slid her finger upwards.

"Hello" she said in a voice so monotone it shocked even her.

"Is this Santana Lopez?"

Santana paused and opened her eyes. She wasn't sure if she should answer that question. Eve and Emma had told her about fans finding her number somehow and calling insistently if she confirmed. She didn't feel like having to change her number.

"Who is this?" she decided to ask instead.

"My name is Rhodney, I work for Disney World's catering services"

Santana forgot every problem she had been internally complaining about, feeling like her insides were suddenly weightless and she was floating.

"Is this Santana Lopez?"

"Hi yes…yeah yes sorry…sorry." She face palmed at her stuttering and took a calming breath. "Yes sorry, I am Santana Lopez, I've been waiting for this call for weeks."

"Sorry about that, it takes a while for calls to get screened and sent to the appropriate department. You can imagine how many people are calling here."

"Yeah I bet"

"Ok so I understand you want to have your wedding here?"

"Yeah and honestly I'm willing to do whatever it takes, my girlfriend will lose her shit if it's possible. Oh sorry…I didn't mean to curse." She cringed, but to her surprise, the man on the other end laughed cheerfully.

"No don't worry about it, it's a breath of fresh air. You sound like and actual person and not a weird Disney fanatic, though I guess that's your…girlfriend you said?"

"Yeah she loves Disney to death"

"I feel like I need to just get something out in the open right now"

There it was, Santana thought. "Listen, if you're about to tell me that you don't think Disney is going to do a gay wedding I'm going to be so-"

"No no gosh no nothing like that"

Santana narrowed her eyes but didn't speak. She was already working herself up ready to burn Disney world down.

"I was just going to say that I'm a fan of yours. I've been thinking of coming down to San Jose or LA to see one of your shows."

"Oh" Santana couldn't think of anything to say. She had not been expecting that at all, and having never actually spoken to any fan of hers outside of a show, she didn't know how to handle it. "Thank you so much."

"It would really be an honour to have your wedding here. I could personally take care of everything you needed Mrs Lopez."

Santana was stunned silent. She had been waiting to hear those words for almost two months, and now that she had, she had no clue how to continue. There was silence on the line for a long while.

"Hello? Are you still there?"

"Yes I'm still here, sorry I'm just…I mean thank you that would be great."

"Awesome, so when are you planning on having the wedding?"

"July 8th"

"Ok great. So you and Britta…uh Mrs Pierce could come by any time to see the space. It usually helps to have an idea of what the grounds and room look like so that you can plan everything properly, and then we usually set everything up 3 days before the wedding so you can come by and oversee the set up as well if you'd like."

"Yeah okay…that all sounds really awesome…sorry I'm in a bit of shock right now, so I'm not functioning properly. I'll have Eve…uh my assistant get in contact with you, she'll give you the name and number of our wedding planner too so you can work everything out with them." Rhodney laughed.

"Alright that's no problem. I understand. I'm really happy you two are getting married. Congratulations."

This jolted Santana from her joyful haze.

"Yeah thanks. Listen, I expect this is going to be kept silent. It isn't public information you know? I'm super happy you're a fan of mine, but this is something very personal for me and Britt and I don't want it all over twitter or something." She wasn't rude, but she was stern. The last thing she wanted was for every detail of her wedding to be all over the internet for thousands of people to see and take advantage of. She could already picture random people crashing her wedding and asking her to sign random body parts. "That won't be a problem will it?"

"No of course not. We will be completely professional. No problem at all." He sounded scared, and Santana liked this. She loved her fans, and she was grateful for them, but she would not allow anything, most especially her own fame, to ruin Brittany's wedding day.

"Ok. Thank you. And thank you for finally calling me back. Just thanks."

"It's really not a problem at all. I'll let you go now, I will be waiting to talk to your assistant."

"Eve"

"Yes Eve. Have a good day"

"You too Rhodney." Even as she hung up the phone Santana was already on her way out, running down the hall and out the door.

"Santana" Eve shouted from her desk in Santana's office, as she saw her run by. Santana didn't even turn back.

"Disney called. Call them back, and call the wedding planner too." Eve smiled broadly after her.

"Aye aye captain" she said quietly.

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'Now's the time' Santana thought, as she fiddled with the small box in her hands, standing outside the dancer's changing room. She had been waiting for confirmation from Disney to give Brittany her ring, because it was news that would make Brittany so over the moon, and since the 'will you marry me?' moment was already Brittany's she wanted something huge to tell her when she gave her the ring. Santana had gone over what she was going to say hundreds of times since leaving the studio. She had gone home, gotten the ring and driven to the site where Brittany was shooting the video, but that had been as far as she had gotten. For over an hour she switched between siting in the car, pacing up and down the lot, and as she was doing now, standing outside the door to the changing rooms. Why was she so nervous? They were already getting married, and Brittany would definitely love the ring, so why couldn't she just go in and give it to her? Sure there were more people in there than she would have liked, but Brittany would like that. She always like when Santana made public declarations of love. Maybe it was because of how long she had denied her feelings.

Santana stood there for a good twenty minutes, then decided to just go wait for Brittany at home and walked back down the hallway.

"Santana?" she heard a deep male voice call. She spun around quickly, hiding the box behind her back.

"Syth? Hey I haven't seen you in ages."

Syth smiled warmly at her and walked towards her. "Yeah, been too busy getting famous. I understand, only because of how much I love Brittany"

Santana forced out a laugh, looking around for an excuse to leave.

"Were you looking for her?" Syth asked, bringing Santana's attention back.

"Who?"

"Brittany" He said, frowning.

"Oh...yeah Brittany duh..." she forced another laugh. She was panicking now, even though she had absolutely no idea why, or how to stop.

"She's not in there" Syth was telling her, though his voice sounded so far away, as though Santana was listening to him from under water.

"Uhh yeah I'll just go. See her at home…." she tried to walk away.

"No don't be silly. I'll take you to her, we're on break anyway."

Santana felt herself being dragged along the corridor, her hand still holding the box behind her back. She was vaguely aware of exiting the building and then re-entering it, but she wouldn't have been able to make her way back even if her life depended on it. Her stomach was tightening with each step she took, and she had to fight the urge to just wrench her hand free and run away. This felt oddly similar to how she had felt when she was driving to Brittany's house when they were 16. She had been on her way to film the Fondue For Two episode where Brittany would ask her to prom, and the entire way there had felt exactly like this. She had pulled over to vomit twice, though nothing had actually come out, and eventually she had just given up and gone back home. The mere memory of that day was enough to steel Santana's nerves and keep her walking forward. She would not be so cowardly ever again. Sure, Brittany didn't know she was coming this time, but that wasn't the point.

Finally they walked through a large metal door and Santana froze. She had been preparing herself for a few dozen dancers, and even then had almost run. This was way, way worse. It seemed to her that all the dancers, singers, camera crew, directors and assistants were all in this room. There were definitely more than 50 people in the room with her, and to her horror, Brittany seemed to be right in the thick of it, in a group of around 20 people.

"Santana?" Syth had stopped when Santana had, and was now looking at her with deep concern. "Is something wrong?"

Santana didn't say anything, but continued to stare at Brittany. Something about watching Brittany be herself around all these people, laughing and being goofy and completely charming made Santana relax slightly. Yes, she was still terrified, but this beautiful and amazing girl had decided to love her, for some reason, and she was going to do everything she could to keep her happy for the rest of her life. She walked suddenly away from Syth, who was now staring at her in confusion and headed towards the director. She assumed this was the director because he was sitting in a chair with 'director' written on the back.

"Santana?" Syth called again, but he was ignored. "Brittany's over there" Santana just nodded. Finally reaching the director, Santana bent down and picked up his megaphone.

"Can I borrow this?" she raised it to her mouth before getting a response.

"Brittany S Pierce" Santana yelled into the megaphone. There was sudden silence, and Santana realised she couldn't see Brittany. She turned around, saw a table and headed towards it pulling Syth along with her.

"Santana?" she heard Brittany shout. She was clearly very confused.

"Lift me up here Syth" Santana whispered. He quickly obliged, just as confused as everyone else, but also very intrigued. Once she was sanding steadily on the table she looked around again, seeing that Brittany had walked a few paces towards where she was, looking for her.

"Brittany S Pierce" Santana said again, making Brittany swivel around to face her, an expression of pure astonishment on her face. She then broke into a huge smile and giggled. The room was so quiet that even from her distance Santana could hear it.

"What are you doing?" Brittany mouthed, raising her hands in a questioning way and walking quickly towards her.

Santana raised a hand to stop Brittany from coming too close, otherwise the megaphone would be pointless and her moment would be ruined. Brittany stopped hesitantly and repeated her question aloud.

"Santana what are you doing?" she shouted

"You had your turn, it's mine now."

Brittany looked at her, still confused, but didn't say anything. Santana took this as acceptance.

"Brittany, I love you. It's amazing how much I love you because it's like….every part of me always has to do what will make you happiest. It hasn't always been that way…it took us…well it took me a while to get here, but today I was faced with the same situation I was six years ago, except this time I could run and you'd never know, and my body physically refused to do it. I know I'm not perfect and I'm a lot to handle, but I love you so much and I promise…."Santana paused to make sure that everyone was listening. "I promise you Brittany, that I will always do what I can to make you happy."

Brittany was looking at her with misty eyes and a huge smile on her face. Several people were looking at Brittany, but most of them were looking at Santana. She felt the fear suddenly rush back into her when she realised this. Her hand began to shake violently and she could feel that her breathing had picked up. Brittany noticed and took a few steps forward, but was once again stopped by a hand from Santana.

"S it's ok. It's really ok. That was enough I don't need-"but Santana cut her off.

"When you asked me to marry you, it was the happiest moment of my life. Every single future I've ever seen since I was 13 was a future with you. For a short while it was with you as my best friend, but that didn't last long" she and Brittany both laughed, along with a few people in the crowd. "The point is, you're my everything Britt. My best friend, my soul mate and my favourite person in the world. Meeting you changed my life," Brittany looked down shaking her head slightly. "No I'm serious. I was miserable, I was sad and angry, and I was alone. Then you came along and changed all of that. You brought joy and light and fun back into my life Britt and the fact that I'm going to be able to see your beautiful face every day for the rest of my life is enough for me. You could tell me I'll never get anything else and I would be completely fine with it." She paused and smiled, knowing this was the part that Brittany was going to love. "But for months I've been asking myself how I could show you just how serious I am about wanting the best for you. How could I show you how special you are to me? You know? How I could make you as happy as you make me." Brittany was shaking her head to say Santana didn't need to do any of those things, but a few people in the crowd were nodding as though watching a captivating film. Santana jumped down from the table.

"Where would my Britt-Britt want to get married? I've been asking myself. I thought of all your favourite romance movies and the best I could think of would be on a boat in the middle of the ocean like Prince Eric and Ursula" Brittany laughed along with everyone else, but then stopped, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"Did you..."

Santana laughed "No way Brittany you goofball" Brittany blushed and laughed. "But what's the next best thing?" Santana asked her.

Brittany quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head in thought. There was silence for a few seconds, and then she straightened her head and looked at Santana, her eyes filling with tears again.

"No way" she said quietly. Santana smiled at her and nodded.

"Disney world" they said at the same time, and then Brittany screamed and jumped up and down on the spot, then she seemed to be entirely too overwhelmed and fell to the floor, tears streaming down her face. Someone brought a chair and she was lifted to sit in it, making it more obvious how violently she was shaking. She looked at Santana, opened her mouth and closed it multiple times, and then resumed sobbing.

Santana put down the megaphone and walked to Brittany, gathering her in a tight hug.

"Don't cry Britt…you weren't supposed to cry." Brittany took several deep breaths and then held it in, willing herself to stop crying. Finally she pulled back from Santana.

"Sorry…sorry…you caught me by surprise. I'm not crying you're crying"

Santana burst out laughing, as Brittany returned the words she had spoken when Brittany gave her her ring.

"Are you serious? We're getting married at Disney world?" Brittany asked, her voice shaking.

"Yeah Britt. We're getting married at Disney world." Santana pulled the small box from her back pocket and handed it to Brittany.

Brittany held it for several long seconds before slowly prising the box open and taking out the ring. It was a sliver band with the words 'to infinity' engraved on the inside. Along the sides were small purple jewels lined with tiny diamonds, and where they met at the centre was a large crystal diamond that when turned in certain angles seemed to shine purple. Brittany stared at the ring as silent tears fell from her eyes.

"Do you like it?" Santana asked, growing nervous at Brittany's silence. Brittany sat looking at the ring for several more seconds and then suddenly vaulted off the chair and into Santana's arms. They both fell to the ground with a thud, but neither of them noticed. Brittany was attacking Santana with passionate kisses, and the crowd around them were cheering and applauding. Finally, Brittany sat up, straddling Santana's waist and handed her the ring.

"I love it so much Santana. I fucking love it!" She exclaimed.

Santana's eyes widened at Brittany cursing, but she sat up anyway and took her hand, slowly sliding the ring onto her finger, and then intertwining their fingers. Their ring fingers pressed together and they looked down at both of their rings next to each other.

"Perfect" Brittany whispered, leaning her head against Santana's.

"AAAANNNNDDDD CUT" the director yelled, making everyone turn to him. He was standing with a camera a few feet away from where Santana and Brittany were sitting on the floor, a huge smile on his face. "That was seriously the best thing I've ever filmed. Consider it my wedding present."

Brittany raised her eyebrows and looked at Santana, who was equally as confused.

"What?" Santana asked.

"I started filming you both when you got up on the table. I felt like you were going to do something meaningful that you'd both want to remember, and boy was I right. Brittany's reaction…I mean wow…just amazing. Would you like me to make it into something or do you just want the raw video?"

Santana was staring at him unsure whether to be mad or overjoyed. Of course she was happy that their moment had been caught on video, but he had been so bold as to assume they would want it. And what if he kept a copy and sold it to some crazy fans or released it on the internet? She looked at Brittany who seemed to be thinking along the same lines. But then she smiled at Santana and shrugged.

"Who cares" she whispered. "We're getting married in Disney world."