A/N: Well, everyone. Here it is. The final chapter for Ride-Share. It's been almost a year and a half since I started this fic, and I have told the story that I wanted to tell. I have met some great people because of this it and I want to thank all those who ever left a review to let me know their thoughts and to those who favorited/followed it all this time. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. If there is enough demand, I may write a couple epilogue chapters that I would post as a separate story from this one, so keep a look out. Let me know what you think with one last review? It would make me so happy. Anyways, cheers to you all :) (b-b-burntoshine at tumblr)

"One! Two! Three!" the newlyweds chant over jazz music playing through the speakers. On three, they both slice into the pink and white tiered cake. Santana takes the knife from under Brittany's hand and cuts the other side of the piece. With her hand, she takes the piece and holds it up to Brittany's mouth. The girl wastes no time in biting off the first piece of wedding cake. Santana purposefully gets a bit of icing on the tip of Brittany's nose.

"You've got a little something right…" Santana leans in and kisses away the frosting. "There."

Brittany giggles and chews the rest of the cake in her mouth quickly so she can get a kiss where she wants it. "Come here," she pulls on Santana's wrist and kisses her softly on the lips.

"Mmm, raspberry," Santana tastes the cake on Brittany's lips.

"Alright, everyone come and get some before we eat the whole thing," Brittany laughs.

"I'm going to pop out of this dress if I eat a slice," Rachel says, looking at the giant slices being cut by Mr. Pierce.

"I have no problem with that," Sarah remarks from behind her.

"We start shooting the movie in like two weeks. The camera's going to add ten pounds, so I don't need to make it twenty."

"You're going to look great," Sarah kisses her cheek. "Now eat some cake with me," she grabs two plates and drags Rachel to join Quinn at a table.

Mr. and Mrs. Pierce join Brittany and Santana to eat. "Thanks again for getting all the food," Santana says. "It was probably the best Italian I've ever had."

"You're welcome, Santana," Mr. Pierce replies. "We're just so happy for you."

"Thanks, Dad," Brittany adds. "We couldn't have asked for a better wedding," she squeezes Santana's hand under the table.

"Mind if we join?" Mr. Lopez asks as he stands with his wife near the table.

"Of course," Santana waves them over.

Santana's mother sits next to her and immediately puts an arm around her for a hug. "It was a wonderful ceremony," she says.

"I'm glad you were there," Santana replies.

"Santana," her father interjects. "We know that you didn't want us to bring anything for the wedding, but your mother and I wanted to do something for you," he reaches into the pocket of his blazer. "We talked to Mr. and Mrs. Pierce, and they didn't think you had many any particular plans yet…," he hands over an envelope.

Santana looks at Brittany with a raised eyebrow and takes the envelope. She opens it carefully and pulls out a piece of paper.

"It's just a printout with the details. I didn't know when you would want to go, but my friend Dominic has a summer home in Costa Rica, and he said it could be all yours for two weeks. So whenever you decide you want to go, the plane tickets are on us."

"You got us a honeymoon?" Santana says in awe.

"We have a lot to make up for," Mrs. Lopez replies. "This is the least we could do right now. And you both deserve a nice break."

"I don't know what to say," Santana says, staring at the paper.

"It's so generous of you both," Brittany pipes in, "Really, thank you."

Santana leans over to her mother and hugs her. "Thank you. It sounds wonderful," she turns to her father. "Thanks," she smiles at him.

"You're welcome, Santana."

Santana leans into Brittany and kisses her cheek. "So what do you think?"

"I think I'm going to enjoy you in a bikini for two weeks straight," Brittany whispers.

"Well, I would hope to be naked at least half that time," Santana teases back.

"Shhhh," Brittany giggles. "That's a given," she pecks Santana's lips. "How about we go after I finish working on the movie? By then your album will be out and you'll be done doing promotion for it."

"Hmm, that could work. I've got to finish up the score for Berry's lesbo film, but that shouldn't take longer than two months."

"Perfect. It'll be our spring break honeymoon," Brittany reaches her arm around Santana's back and leans her head on her shoulder.

"Speaking of Berry and all things lesbo," Santana points across the room. "I think another wedding won't be too far off."

Rachel sits close to Sarah, holding hands and sharing kisses between bites of cake.

"Didn't they just start dating like a day ago?"

"Yea, but with all their pent up energy from living together, it's not surprising."

"Just like us, stuck in a car together for almost a week."

"Well," Santana cocks her head to the side, "it only took us a few days. I couldn't wait any longer."

"Neither could I," Brittany kisses her softly until the song changes. She sets down her fork and stands up. "C'mon," she holds out her hand. "We need to have our first dance…as wife and wife," she smiles giddily.

Santana wastes no time in joining Brittany on makeshift dance floor. Quinn, Rachel, and Sarah let out a "woo!" as their friends start slow-dancing together.

Santana rests her head on Brittany's shoulder, wrapping her arms around her back. Brittany kisses the top of her head and closes her eyes in content.

"I don't want this day to end," Brittany sighs. "It's perfect."

"It is," Santana nods her head against Brittany's shoulder. "But I can't wait for tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that."

Brittany squeezes her wife a little harder and lets out an "Mm-hmm" in agreement. "I can't wait to share the rest of our lives together."

"Me too," Santana replies and lifts her head off Brittany's shoulder for a kiss. "I'm glad we didn't wait a second longer."

Eight Months Later…

"Have you seen my little clutch with the silver thingies?" Santana rummages through her dresser.

"When was the last time you used it?" Brittany asks, as she sits on the edge of their bed, putting on a pair of heels.

"I brought it to your movie's premiere, I think. So it must be here, unless I left it at the Chinese Theater."

"Check the closet. I may have put it up there with some of mine."

Santana walks over to the closet, and stands on the tips of her toes, throwing bags aside until she finds her bag.

"Found it!" she waves the clutch in victory. She opens it to find lipstick and a ticket stub. "Aww, it's from your movie. I have to save that," Santana puts it on top of the dresser for safe-keeping. "I'll need to start a scrapbook for all the tickets from your future movies, Miss New-It-Girl," she sits down next to Brittany.

"Stop," Brittany blushes. "I was only on screen for like five minutes."

"And you stole the whole film," Santana kisses her cheek.

"I only got the part because that girl broke her ankle, and I was the only one around who knew the routine."

"So? You were a natural. And the sequel is going to be even better," Santana grabs Brittany's hand and kisses the back of it. "Now, how do I look?" Santana stands up and smooths out her red dress and poses.

"Like I'm the luckiest woman in the universe," Brittany smiles. "You'll make the best-dressed list for sure."

"It's not too much?" Santana turns around to look in the mirror.

"Just the right amount," Brittany laughs.

"But does it fit alright?" Santana asks. "I feel like I look-"

"Perfect," Brittany stops her. "I promise. Now, Rachel said the limo would pick us up at 4 and it's 3:58," she gets up and combs her fingers through her hair.

"They can wait a few minutes," Santana replies. "Remember the Grammys? Berry had us sitting outside their apartment for twenty minutes while they were inside doing lord knows what. We missed T-Swift 's opening performance because of her."

Brittany walks up behind Santana and wraps her arms around her middle. "She said she couldn't find her ticket."

"Puh-lease you know they were having a quickie. Sarah had that glossy-eyed look on her face."

"Either way, I don't want to be late today. I'm too excited," Brittany kisses her cheek.

"Me too," Santana agrees. "We look pretty good together, don't you think?" she says, looking at them standing together in the mirror; Santana in red and Brittany in black.

"Yea," Brittany tilts her head to the side. "We fit pretty well."

"Let's go," Santana kisses Brittany quickly on the lips and leads her downstairs to the limo waiting outside.

The driver greets them and opens the door to the black stretch limousine.

"It's about time!" they hear the voice bellow from the inside. "Come join the party!"

Santana makes way for Brittany to get in first and slides in beside her. Rachel and Sarah sit side by side, each with a glass of champagne.

"Here!" Sarah reaches across to the bar and grabs a glass, handing it toward Santana.

"None for me thanks," she declines. "It's too hot. I'll get all flushed."

"Oh, alright. Britt?" Sarah asks.

"None for me either, I don't want to be getting up in the middle of the movie to use the bathroom. I'm so excited to see it, Rachel. I'm so proud of you," Brittany reaches over to grab her hand. "I always knew you were meant for this."

"What, playing a lesbian on the big screen?"

"No," Brittany laughs. "You know what I mean."

"I do. Thanks, Britt. Who knows, maybe we can star in a movie together someday," she takes another sip. "Everyone I talk to that saw you in 'Seven-Eight' couldn't compliment you enough. They were like, 'where did this girl come from?', and so I told them that girl is my best friend."

"I didn't know you had such acting chops, Brittany," Sarah adds as the limo makes its way towards the theater.

"Me either," she shrugs. "If they give me more lines in the next one, I'm worried I'll screw up."

"Not possible," Santana kisses her cheek.

"So, Santana, did you get to watch a cut of the movie yet?" Sarah asks.

"Not the final cut. I watched the scenes where my music is playing underneath, which unfortunately included a sex scene which I have not been able to erase from my brain. Thanks, Berry."

"You loved it, stop lying," Rachel sips her drink.

"Did you love it?" Brittany turns to Santana with a smirk.

"Ew, Britt. No, she's like my sister."

"Awww," all the girl's exclaim.

"You really think of me like a sister?" Rachel asks, the champagne spurring on tears in her eyes.

"Well, yea," Santana shrugs shyly.

"Santana!" Brittany gushes. "You're so cute!"

"You're like a sister to me too, Santana," Rachel reciprocates. "And I'm sorry you had to see my butt."

"Forgiven," Santana nods. "And congratulations, Sarah," she laughs.

The limo pulls up outside the Arclight, and the red carpet is already in full motion. Photographers and fans line up alongside the barricades, hoping to get an up close look at the celebrities walking by.

"You ready?" Brittany whispers to Santana.

"Yea," she nods excitedly and grabs old of Brittany's hand.

They step out of the limo with the help of the driver and check each other's hair and makeup one last time. All the girls are ushered towards the start of the red carpet line.

"There are a lot of journalists here," Santana remarks. "Maybe I should have brought Liz with us just in case."

"You'll be fine. Plus, I'm pretty sure she's sitting on a beach somewhere right now since you told her to go on vacation."

"True," Santana laughs. "Or she's trying to set the world record for most consecutive hours slept."

A PA then ushers them to start down the carpet. Santana immediately grabs onto Brittany's hand and doesn't let go. They stop to pose as the barrage of flashbulbs starts. Brittany struggles to keep from blinking and nearly has a giggling fit because of it. She turns to Santana with a big smile. "How is this a thing people do all the time? I swear I'm going to go blind if I turn back around."

"So just keep looking at me," Santana says with a grin.

"Santana!" the photographers keep shouting. "This way, Santana! Over here! You two look adorable! How's married life treating you?"

"Are we supposed to answer them?" Brittany whispers as they keep walking down the carpet.

"It's amazing," Santana shouts back. She puts her arm around Brittany's hip and they pose for a few seconds longer before moving onto where the journalists are waiting with their cameras and voice recorders. A woman from the Hollywood Reporter waves them over. "Santana! Brittany!"

"She knows my name?" Brittany says.

"Of course," Santana tugs her along by the hand.

"Hi, I'm Jessica with the Hollywood Reporter. Great to see you two here tonight."

"We're really glad to be here. I'm excited to see the final product."

"Santana, you wrote the score for 'The First Ten', correct?"

"Yea," she nods. "I used to work with Ben who wrote and directed it, and when it was just a short film, he asked me to write a song for it. So it was a natural fit for me to keep on writing for the feature length."

"And your album," Jessica adds, "I mean, what is there to say? It's still in the top ten on the Billboard 200 and on track to sell over a million copies. How does it feel being the breakout singer of this year?"

"It doesn't seem real, to be honest. It was a little over a year ago that I had just moved here with this one," Santana looks to Brittany. "And I didn't know what I was doing. I'm just so grateful for everything in my life, and I owe so much of it to Brittany."

"Brittany, you have had your fair share of success this year too. Hollywood is buzzing about your scene-stealing role in 'Seven-Eight' and that you may return for the sequel?"

"Yea, that's the plan as of now. The script is just being finalized, and we start shooting next January."

"So what's coming up next for you two? Maybe a fall tour or a guest spot on tv for you, Brittany?"

"Well," Santana looks to Brittany with a smile. "Actually, we're going to be pretty busy over the next few months." Brittany looks back at her, tears welling in her eyes. "Do you want to say it?" Santana asks.

"You," Brittany nudges her on.

Santana turns back to the reporter with a smile plastered across her face. "Brittany and I are expecting a baby."

"Congratulations!" the girls exclaims. "Oh, a Brittana baby. That is wonderful news! Could I ask who has got the bun in the oven?"

"Oh, thank god. So I don't look as large as I think?" Santana asks with a sigh of relief.

Brittany puts a hand over Santana's stomach and kisses her quickly. "Of course you don't. But isn't she going to look so cute with a big baby bump?"

"You look fantastic, Santana," Jessica adds. "Congratulations to you both."

"Thank you," they both reply and are ushered along the line of reporters, where they repeat the good news to each one. And every time Santana says those words, it becomes harder and harder to keep from crying in front of the cameras.

"How do you feel?" Brittany asks as they leave the carpet and head inside the theater.

"Like the luckiest woman in the universe," Santana stops to hug Brittany close. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."