A/N: This fan fiction has been so, so good to me. I'm sad to let it go, but all good things must come to an end. Thanks to everyone who has helped make this fic happen, there's too many of you to name one by one, but you know who you are. A quick note that I'm working on the Glee kink meme, and if there's any prompts you want to see filled feel free to PM me here or drop me a line on Tumblr at thequotientrule. I know I promised a lot of smut in this chapter, but I just couldn't do it. This is a fluffy and (pretty much) smut free chapter. Anyways, enjoy this last installment and as usual BLAZE ON!
Summer turns into fall, and not much changes but the weather. Santana moves in with Brittany after the end of her summer semester, and it works out well. Waking up in Brittany's sloshy water bed next to her every single morning is better than Santana had imagined it would be. They spend more time together than ever before, and, although Santana thought it was impossible, she falls even further in love with Brittany.
Fall turns into winter, and they spend a lot of long nights cuddled up on the couch, with Fang at their feet, watching snow fall on the other side of the windows and blowing smoke rings into each other's faces.
In the spring their collection of strap ons grows, and they spend a lot of their free time wearing them in. Santana gets her own that fits her better and buys Brittany a vibrating insert that makes sex even more awesome.
Summer rolls back around, and their one year anniversary is fast approaching. Santana plans out a surprise for the weekend of their anniversary. She coerces her very wealthy parents into giving her money to take Brittany to a tropical island for the weekend and books a couple of nights at the best hotel she can find.
"Happy anniversary!" Brittany all but yells in Santana's face when she wakes up the day of the surprise trip. Santana rolls over feeling groggy but very excited.
"Mmmm, happy anniversary to you, too babe," Santana says in a raspy sleep filled voice, leaning over to kiss Brittany. They dress, smoke a bowl, and have a quiet breakfast.
"I hope you didn't have anything planned for this weekend. Also, you're going to have to get someone to cover your classes for you," Santana says through a mouthful of eggs.
"Why? Are we going somewhere?" Brittany had already seen the plane tickets Santana had accidentally left out, but she plays it like she has no idea.
"Yep, to the islands. I've already packed, but you should do the same because our plane leaves in about two hours," Santana says with a smile.
Santana tries to talk Brittany out of taking bud with them, saying that Brittany would get thrown in jail, but Brittany insists, saying that it wouldn't be a proper anniversary without it. Brittany somehow manages to sneak a large bag of bud and her bong past the airport security, and Santana can breathe again.
They nap through most of the flight, and Santana wakes Brittany only when they've touched down in the Maldives. They take a cab to their hotel, take their things up to their luxurious penthouse suite, quickly change into their bikinis, and hit the beach.
The sand is white and the water a clear and clean blue. They rush into the ocean and swim around for a while. Brittany gives Santana a scare as she dives underneath the water and pulls at one her legs, Santana thinking it's a shark. After a while they return to the beach, dry off, apply sunscreen, order a couple of drinks, and lay down on the chaise lounge chairs side by side. They say a quick toast to their anniversary and sunbathe for a while then trudge back to their penthouse.
That night they smoke a couple of celebratory bowls on the balcony then go downstairs to the fancy restaurant inside the hotel.
"It's hard to believe it's been a year already," Brittany says cutting up her steak.
"Yeah, time flies when you're having fun, or so they say," Santana replies.
"I hope this is the first of many years to come," Brittany says. Santana had really warmed up to the idea of being with Brittany for a long time. She was her everything, her rock, and her best friend. Santana knew she was a little bit young to be settling down, but she knew in her heart that Brittany was the one for her, the love of her life.
After desert, Brittany orders them some champagne, and they toast once again, this time with more words than before. They each take a sip, and Santana sees Brittany reach down into the pocket on her skirt and pull out something small.
"Santana," Brittany starts, as confidently as she can. "I've never felt this way about anyone. I care so much about you, and I want to be with you forever. I love you Santana, and..." she gets up, walks to the other side of the table, and gets down on one knee. "Will you marry me?" She pulls open the box to reveal a glittering diamond engagement ring. Santana feels tears in her eyes as she darts her eyes back and forth from Brittany's smiling face to the large rock.
"Oh, yes! Of course!" Santana says, a tear of happiness falling down her cheek. She extends her hand, and Brittany slips the ring onto the correct finger. Santana pulls Brittany to stand, kisses her with all the love and adoration she feels, and doesn't even hear the rousing applause they're getting from the rest of the restaurant who had been watching with rapt attention.
They eventually break apart, sit back down, and the shock of what just happened leaves Santana stupefied. They finish the champagne talking about how amazing it is to be able to call each their fiancé.
Santana calls her mom in the elevator back up to their penthouse to tell her the good news, despite the time difference. She's ecstatic and asks to talk to Brittany, whom she tells she's glad to have as a daughter in law.
Sex that night isn't really sex. It's more of sweet and gentle love making. They forgo the strap ons in favor of a more natural approach, just the two of them and nothing else. When Santana shudders in Brittany arms, orgasm ripping through her, it's a brand new sensation. The feeling of love is all around them, and they hardly sleep that night.
On the plane ride back after a beautiful two nights, Brittany's skin's a light brown shade and Santana's even more tanned than before. Fang seems to have missed them loads, and licks at both their faces in turn when they return to their apartment. They hastily tell everyone the good news, and everyone is very happy for them, even Brittany's mother who's come to terms with Brittany's sexuality after a long and hard struggle.
They set about planning the wedding that next week. Santana tells Brittany she doesn't want a big ceremony in a church or anything, just wants to go to the courthouse, the two of them, and do it quietly. Brittany agrees, and two blissful months later they're officially married.
The reception is a different story though as over a hundred people show up to the high rise building downtown where it's being held. Quinn and Mike are there together, having finally decided to stop fighting it and just date already. Rachel shows up as well as Brittany's roommates who give them both big hugs saying that they knew this was coming all along. Puck's there taking credit for making it all happen, a girl on each arm. Both sets of parents are there, and even Brittany and Santana's elusive brothers show up to congratulate them. It's a day that they'll never forget.
They honeymoon in Hawaii for a long week in which Brittany tries to take up surfing, and Santana takes a hula dancing class. It turns out Brittany's a natural at surfing, and she buys a board of her own to take home. They scuba dive, tour the islands, walk over molten lava and see erupting volcanoes, and generally do all there is to do in Hawaii.
Two years later and they've moved into a nice brick house out in the suburbs with a pool and a yard. Santana's graduated law school at the top of her class and is working at a small firm, while Brittany's bought a large dance studio and spends her workweek managing it. They've decided they want a child together, and Brittany and Santana go to a doctor and discuss their options. They decide on adoption, and within months they've got a beautiful baby boy that they name David Noah Lopez-Pierce, Noah after Puck who set them up on the blind date years ago. Brittany stops smoking weed to Santana's great surprise, and they settle into a domesticated lifestyle.
Brittany and Santana raise two adopted kids and one of their own, courtesy of the magic of science, live very active and love filled lives, and grow old together.