Six months later. . .
"I've never kissed a married man before" Santana said giggling.
Sam played with her hair, twirling it around his finger. "And I've never kissed a married woman."
"I have and WOOO WEEEE!" Puck said walking into the kitchen.
"Stop it you two! Your day was last week, today is Blake's." Quinn said carrying in a green Lima Bakery box.
"Is that his cake! I want to see!" Santana squealed, breaking loose of Sam's grip.
Quinn arched her eyebrow. "About that. . . Brittany somehow got put in charge of the cake."
Santana opened the box to reveal a pink cake with "It's a girl!" written in yellow script. She let out a small laugh. Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled. "My son can't have this for his first birthday!"
Santana scooped up Blake. He took one look at the cake and murmured his newest word. "Pretty."
Santana laughed. "Go ahead and put it on the patio."
Quinn nodded. As Santana opened the door to the patio for Quinn the sun hit her wedding ring sending a kaleidoscope of colors cascading across the room.
"Pretty" Blake said aahing at the ring.
Sam came up behind Santana and Blake wrapping his arms around Santana's waist. "Nothing's ever looked sexier on you." He whispered "I love you."
"I love you. More than you know." Santana whispered back.
"No matter how far I go, or how long it is until I see you again, I know our hearts will be in exact time. Till death do us part."
"That's the best line you ever gave me." Santana said, kissing him gently.
The threesome joined the rest of New Directions on the patio, where they were all crowding around the pink cake. Quinn lit the candle and they all sang "Happy Birthday. As Blake blew out his candle snapped a picture of Sam, Santana, and Blake, laughing, happier than they had ever been.