You Should Be Mine

Rachel groaned as she walked into the apartment. She was, in Santana's words, a music snob. And Santana was hell bent on breaking her out of that. This meant that every once in a while, she'd come home to some god awful, super catchy pop song playing on repeat in their living room. And since she couldn't figure out the older girl's incredibly intricate stereo system, she was usually left listening to the song on repeat, until she couldn't help but sing along.

"SANTANA!" she yelled over the music.

I look at you
And I can see you wanting more
Inside your eyes
Are telling me what you're looking for
A love that's true
Someone that you can lean on
To pull you through
Well baby I'll be the one

She picked up the fancy remote control and stared at it in frustration. Why does someone need anything that requires 37 buttons? "Santana!" she called again.

I wanna be the one in your life
I wanna be the one by your side
Oh, baby you should be mine
Don't want us to make a mistake
Don't ever want to see your heart break
I can't let you go this time
Oh, baby you should be mine

With a huff, she sat down on the couch. Another win for her girlfriend in their great music war. The song wasn't too bad. The lead singer had shit range, and sounded kind of constipated when he tried too hard. Other than that, it was your normal boy band pop ballad.

It's been so long
Since real love has looked your way
But hold on be strong
It doesn't have to be the game we play
Cause I hear you say
How heartache can feel
But now today
You finally found a love that's really real

She'd learned that it was easiest to sing along as soon as she knew the chorus. Santana would usually take pity on her and stop the song once she "acquiesced to its greatness." So she hummed along. By the end of it, though, something odd happened. It kept repeating. Not in the cool, "we're about to hit a key change" way, but a "something's broken" way.

I wanna be the one in your life
I wanna be the one by your side
Oh, baby you should be mine
Don't want us to make a mistake
Don't ever want to see your heart break
I can't let you go this time
Oh, baby you should be mine

By the eighth time it played, Rachel was up trying to figure out how to shut the damn thing off manually. "Santana," she whined. "Your expensive, confusing toy is broken."

"No it's not."

She turned around to find her girlfriend down on one knee, holding out a ring box.

Santana turned the volume down slightly, grinning. "I know how quickly you pick up lyrics, but still…wanted to make sure the important part was highlighted."

"San…."

"Rachel, will you marry me?"

Rachel nodded and laughed as Santana stood from the floor and scooped her into a hug. "Eloquent speech, miss Lopez."

"Thank you, future Mrs. Lopez. You know I keep it short and sweet."

"Except when you don't…." Rachel said, smiling.

"Is that your way of asking for something, Mrs. Lopez?"

"Yes. And let's get one thing straight right now—we're hyphenating."

"Sure we are…." Santana said, kissing her neck.

"Santana?"

"Hmm?"

"Can we please not have celebratory engagement sex to 98 Degrees?"

Santana laughed and shut the stereo off.