A/N: Hello, all of you stuck with this story. We've reached the end. All I want to say is THANK YOU. Thank you for 21 chapters of heartbreak, love, baseball bats, and messy Thanksgivings.

I started this here two years ago and was met with sometimes too-long slumps. You're still here and you deserve this ending, this closure.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you. And may you all find the Quinn to your Santana, and vice versa.

TWENTY-ONE
maybe this time, love won't end.

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"Good luck out there and enjoy this night," Santana says onto the phone. She smiles as the girl on the other line talks even more.

"I am so nervous, I can't believe we're actually here," Tori tells her.

"You're gonna do great. I just know it," Santana reassures her.

She hears Tori let out a deep breath as if bracing herself for this moment, "We're about to open the show!"

"Go kick some ass."

"We will. Thank you for everything you've done for me, Santana."

"Sap. This is just the beginning, you know."

"I know. But still," Tori says with a contented sigh. Santana hears some shuffling in the background before Tori speaks up again, "They're calling me now. I gotta go, bye!" Santana figured the show is about to start.

Soon after the line goes dead, she takes a seat on the nearby couch and opens her Twitter app. She checks the #MakeItShineTour hashtag. She smiles at the excited fans who are about to see the show.

jillianzeta32 excited to see #MakeItShineTour! realtorivega will kick some serious butt tonight!

ToriVegaFan98 Queen realtorivega is going to rock tonight! #excited #thanksmom #MakeItShineTour

There are more Tweets about the tour and Santana can't help but be proud of the girl. Since releasing her debut single Make It Shine two years ago, her career has gone through a massive success. The single leads to another single which eventually became a widely popular album. And now, she's opening her tour at the Agganis Arena in Boston, playing to a sold-out crowd of 7, 000 plus.

Needless to say, it's a big night.

She grabs her tablet from the coffee table and opens her label's social media app. It's an app that manages all the social media pages of all their artists. She browses through various Twitter feeds until she finds the artist that she's looking for: Marley & the Jetpack Kids.

Yes, that Marley.

Turns out, her move to LA didn't just open doors for her. It also gave opportunities for people like Luke and his band—and Marley Rose, who couldn't be more perfect.

The band opened Tori's show with five songs. Their set is headlined by their hit song Love, Don't Say Goodbye which is currently peaking at #13 on Billboard's Hot 100 chart. It's an energetic, indie-pop song which is basically how the whole album sounds.

One of the things Santana loved about Marley is how the rooms seems to brighten automatically when she comes in. Marley is comfortable and at ease with herself—and that ease directly impacts the way she performs. It's hard to come by these days. While most people think you have to be dark and edgy to really shine in the industry, Marley goes the other way and affects people with her ingenuity.

There's an energy to Marley that's hard to find, especially in a city like New York. That's why when Luke reached out to her again, Santana immediately thought of Marley and called her. Santana booked Marley a flight just a few days after they spoke on the phone and the rest, as they say, is history. Besides, Marley & the Jetpack Kids doesn't sound so bad.

To cut the story short, Marley stayed with her for a few months until she got enough money to rent an apartment of her own. It's not exactly fancy, not yet. But with the reception the band is receiving, a fancy apartment isn't just the only thing that's waiting for her.

After a few moments, the door to the apartment opens and in comes Quinn.

"Has Tori's show started already?" she asks as she hurries to sit beside Santana on the couch, dropping her bag to the other seat.

"Yup, she just called me a few minutes ago. I thought she was going to faint," Santana replies laughingly, looking at her girlfriend probably with that hopeless romantic gaze again that Caleb and Hanna like to tease her about.

Quinn places a quick kiss on Santana's cheek before she turns her attention to the TV, "I am so proud of her. I can't believe she's the same girl I used to watch on YouTube."

"It's just the beginning, Q. Today, the Agganis Arena. Tomorrow, the TD Garden."

Quinn laughs, "And then the Fenway Park."

"That's Taylor Swift level. In a few years, maybe."

"How was Marley? Have you heard from the tour crew?"

"Social media engagement has increased, we'll see about the iTunes downloads tomorrow."

Quinn claps excitedly, bouncing on her seat. She turns to Santana and cups her face with her two hands, "I am so proud of you."

It makes Santana smile, "Well, I just produce the music. It's all Tori and it's all Marley."

Quinn shrugs as she sits back on the couch, resting her back, "But still. You're sharing your success with people. That's something else. You're an actual human now."

"Well, thanks to you. I was half a person before you became my girlfriend and look at me now—an actual human," Santana says with a laugh. "And it sucks," she adds.

"Well, can't say I'm not enjoying all the VIP passes. I am so cheap, God."

They laugh at that, knowing full well that Quinn loves to go with Santana on their artists' live performances. She's always that girl in the front row that knows all the lyrics to all the songs. And Santana, loves her so much for it.

"I heard Love, Don't Sat Goodbye again on the radio today. Please take me to the album launch," Quinn pleads with that face she likes to pull off when she asks Santana for anything.

Santana laughs as she stands and walks toward the kitchen, "It's not like you haven't been to all my album launches."

Quinn giggles, "I know. And even if you don't invite me, I'm sure the security will still let me in."

"You ass," Santana utters, walking back into the living room with a glass of water. "You just had to charm your way into the lives of the people I work with, didn't you?"

Quinn shrugs playfully, "Not intentionally."

"Oh yeah?"

"Nope."

Santana just laughs as she sits back beside Quinn and kisses her again. Quinn kisses her back with the kind of gentleness that is signature to her. It's sexy and gentle and when they kiss, Santana feels like the world stops for a moment and lets them be—two lovers who are in the moment, unbothered by the world that sometimes still haunts them from time to time.

The past two years weren't easy. They'd had their fights but every single time, they've risen above—and perhaps Santana didn't think she could handle a relationship like that: real, unmoving. It sometimes scares her that she's investing so much on a future with Quinn but she can't help it.

Waking up next to Quinn is the one of the purest, most beautiful things that's ever happened to her. It makes Santana wonder sometimes if fate fights for two people to be together. When she thinks about it, there's no way anybody could've known that Santana and Quinn will end up here: in a stable, two-year relationship, surrounded by supportive friends and family.

Quinn has graduated from grad school and is now working as a social worker for the Boys & Girls Clubs of America. The girl decided to dedicate her life reaching out to and helping children whose childhood problems are bigger than they can handle.

One time, Santana asked her why she does what she does and Quinn only said, "Everybody needs a hand to get them through the tough days."

And Santana is so, so proud of her.

Quinn turns to her with a warm smile, "You ready? Hanna is waiting for us."

God, it's been two years and she still can't get her shit together when Quinn smiles. Just one smile and Santana is dead.

"Yup," Santana tells her. Hanna has invited them to a dinner tonight with all their friends.

"We gotta go," Quinn says. "We can still make it on time!"

Quinn stands and grabs Santana's hand, pulling her up.

"But it's late," Santana complains, stomping her foot for effect. "We could just stay in and do stuff, you know."

"We can do stuff anytime but this dinner, as Hanna would say, happens only once."

"Which is a lie. We practically have dinner at her place every week."

"She's pregnant, Santana. We have to always give her what she wants."

Santana rolls her eyes, "I hate her and lizard baby."

"No, you don't," Quinn says smilingly, grabbing her purse from the couch.

"No, I don't," Santana admits. "But only because she gives generous discounts when she designs my music video sets."

"Yeah, sure."

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On their way to Hanna (and Caleb's) apartment, Santana feels something tinge in her stomach. Not exactly a bad feeling. She just couldn't quite put a finger on it. She looks at Quinn who is sitting beside her, punching away texts on her phone. Quinn is jumpy and excited—too jumpy and excited for this dinner with Hanna.

Oh, and also, Hanna and Caleb are dating. And yes, it's Caleb's baby.

Some two years, right?

Instead of heading straight to the apartment, Quinn insisted on stopping by Grand Central so she could buy Hanna's very specific cravings: her favorite chocolates from the Neuhaus Belgian Chocolate store at the station.

Sometimes, Santana really, really hates her friends.

"You're dressed too nicely for Hanna's dinner," Santana comments, eyeing Quinn's dress. She can tell it's a new dress. They've been living together for a year now, of course she'd know. When Santana asked Quinn to move in, the blonde said yes in a heartbeat.

Some two years, right?

"No, I'm not," Quinn denies without looking at Santana. She's still on a text message galore.

"Who are you texting?" Santana asks, genuinely curious. Quinn is acting so strange.

"Hmm?" Quinn inquires, finally looking up.

"I asked, who are you texting?"

"Just Hanna. She's asking me to get a pot roast to-go at Gourmet 53, which is out of the way."

"Largely out the way."

"I know," Quinn says. "That's why I'm texting Caleb."

Santana nods, convinced, "I can't believe those two got together."

Hanna and Caleb hit it off right away since they met at Tori's victory party. They met at the time in their lives when they were ready to date—and for some people, stars do align at the right place and time. Hanna is careful and Caleb is patient which is a match made in heaven. Santana just can't help but sometimes think it has been the world's plan all along.

The cab pulls up at Grand Central and Quinn quickly tosses up some bills at the driver.

Something is up with Quinn.

They walk inside the main concourse of the station and why did even Santana agree to this? Going in here during the rush hour is the worst idea in all of New York. It's crowded with people walking in to different directions.

"Q, why are we even here? Can't Hanna's craving wait until the rush hour is over?" Santana asks.

Quinn shakes her head, "It can't wait."

"What?"

"I said, it can't wait."

Santana just looks at her, weirded out by her girlfriend's behavior, "You are so weird."

Quinn takes Santana's hand as she leads her toward the infamous clock in the middle of the station. "Quinn, your hands are cold," Santana comments.

"What?" Quinn asks, like she's spaced out.

"Are you okay?" Santana asks, now starting to worry.

"Yeah, of course I'm okay."

Santana looks around and sees so many people around her. They're all busy walking to different directions, living their own lives, telling their own stories. Santana, for a second, wonders if they have someone to come home to. She's thankful everyday that she has the privilege to come home to this weird, pretty dork.

They stop in the middle of the main concourse. And that's when Santana's heart starts to race for some reason.

Quinn stands in front of her, taking both of her hands. "A few years ago, I stepped into this very station and started the very story we're still telling up until this day," Quinn starts.

What the fuck is happening?

"Uh, yeah?" Santana manages. She is very, very confused right now.

"I came in here that day, not really knowing what to do or how to stop you from leaving. But I knew I just needed to show up because that's what we've been doing since high school: we show up. We show up for each other because that's what you do when you love someone," Quinn says in a breath. Her voice is more steady now, like she's finally on the groove.

Quinn continues, "It didn't work but I think stepping into this very station made me realize that I wanted you in my life, no matter what. I didn't think it was still possible for us to be what we are today but I guess, the things that are meant for us have a way of coming back. That the people we lost, if they're meant to be in our lives, will find a way back; and I couldn't be anymore happy that you're here. And that I'm here, alive and whole—and ready."

Is this….

"It all started here, when I stepped into this very station. I stepped in here and my life has never been the same since then."

"Quinn, you're being weird."

"You're my second chance, Santana."

"What?"

"Some mornings, I wake up next to you and I still wonder what I did to deserve you. Or what I did to still end up here, with you. You are my second chance, San. At everything—at friendship, at a family, at love. You are the chance I never gave myself before and I was told all my life that people who are made for each other are like puzzle pieces. That their sharp and rough edges complete a whole—and that the pieces that were sharp and rough enough to hurt are smoothened out by the missing piece."

"You are not making any sense."

Santana's heart is threatening to jump out of her chest. Is this what I think it is?

"You make my sharp and rough edges smooth. You take out the parts of me that hurt," Quinn says, her voice shaking in sheer emotion. There are unshed tears in her eyes.

"Quinn, I…" Santana tries but no words come out. Her tears start to well in her eyes.

"The time we spent apart made me realize that I can live without you. But it also made me realize that I don't ever want to. The last two years have been messy and it still hurts sometimes. I have scars to prove the battles I've won and sometimes, I still feel them throb. They remind me how hard it's been but if you ask me, I'd do it again. I'd come back to this place and try," Quinn tells her and Santana is just overcome with emotions right now.

Quinn takes a deep breath and releases it just as heavily but this time bravely, like she's about to say something life-changing, "This is the happiest I've felt and the quietest my mind has been. You silence my mind every time you tell me you love me and if you let me, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Oh my gosh.

By this time, Santana is sure they're making a scene. Through her peripheral vision, she spots familiar faces—Hanna, Caleb, Malcolm, Anna, Emily, Alison, Kurt, Blaine, and Rachel. How come she missed those idiots before?

But Quinn, Quinn is not done.

Through her tears, Quinn manages to smile, "I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel the love you deserve. And it's not going to be easy—Quinn and Santana? That's never going to be easy but I promise, I promise it's going to be worth it."

Hanna walks toward them with a huge grin on her face. She's been crying, too. She hands Quinn a velvet box—and holy shit, it's real. Quinn takes it and like every rom-com there is, Quinn Fabray goes down on one knee and looks up at Santana like she's the most prized possession in all of the world.

Santana could hear the awws and the oohs of the small crowd that has gathered around them.

She takes out a ring with a big, sparkly diamond. And like clockwork, Quinn utters the words that is going to change their lives forever, "Santana Lopez, will you do me a favor and be my wife?"

"Jesus Christ," Santana mutters under her breath. "God, you are so dramatic, Quinn."

"Come on, man. Answer the damn question!" Malcolm cheers from a couple of feet away. She could see him wiping a stray tear that managed to escape his eyes. He, too, was a witness of how this love eventually got here.

"Yes, Quinn. I will marry you," she answers and soon as she answers, Quinn grins so wide as she slips the ring onto Santana's finger. Santana pulls Quinn up to hug her. "You are an emo, sappy, dramatic idiot. You know that, right?" she says onto the hug.

"Yeah but I'm your emo, sappy, dramatic idiot. And you just agreed to being my wife."

"I am doomed."

"I am terrified."

Santana pulls away from the hug and looks Quinn in the eyes, "I love you."

"I love you, if I haven't said it enough."

Santana laughs before she looks around them. The crowd that surrounded them just moments ago has started to disperse. She could see their friends walking to them with teary smiles.

"Finally," Hanna says as she walks to Quinn. "Congratulations! You're getting married!"

The two best friends hug as Emily joins them. The three college musketeers—some friendships do last. Santana will never admit but she's learned to love Emily and Hanna the way Quinn loves them. She knows those two are forever going to be in Quinn's life and she couldn't be any more grateful for it.

She actually can't imagine her life without those two.

Her thoughts are interrupted by Rachel's voice, "Is this finally the proposal you've dreamt of?"

Santana tries to blink another set of tears away, "It's more than I ever imagined."

Rachel grins, "I filmed the whole thing! I finally got to see you cry!"

They all laugh as Rachel opens her arms wide and hugs Santana. She whispers, "Congratulations, San."

"Thank you, Rach. For everything."

Who would've thought that out of all the people in Glee Club, it is Rachel Berry who'll end up as Santana's bestfriend? She'll never admit that out loud.

"I am ready to plan your wedding," Rachel tells her as she pulls away from the hug. It makes Santana laugh.

"Will you do the honor and be my best woman?" she asks, and perhaps, this is farthest she could go at saying she loves the girl.

Rachel smiles, obviously touched at the gesture, "No need to ask me, Santana. I already the assumed the position!"

She hates her still sometimes.

On the other hand, Quinn is finally calming down. Everything went according to plan. The fake dinner, her friends coming in to witness the proposal. Hanna had kept the ring because Quinn was scared she'd be too excited and propose to Santana whenever she felt it. She wanted it to be special.

She wanted their friends to be there because they wouldn't be here if not for those people who helped them through the days they needed people. The last few years, Quinn has learned the importance of having people. You need people for all you seasons, Hanna told her once. And these people, they are those people.

Quinn has called Santana's parents one week ago to tell them about the proposal. They'd been excited and supportive. Santana's mom was already gushing about the wedding, and quite expectedly: kids. It's in their future, Quinn knows.

On her side of the family, the reaction wasn't as ecstatic but they've given their approval. Frannie was, of course, very happy. Her mom was supportive, too. They both like Santana. Russell was quite apprehensive but he did say, Do whatever makes you happy, and he didn't sound like a gun was pointed to his head when he said. That's a good start.

She'd come out to her family one year ago. They weren't exactly surprised but Quinn can't say they took it easily but they did take it. They needed time to process but eventually, Frannie had called and invited them to dinner.

Santana and Quinn flew to Chicago to have a meal with Frannie and her family. Unexpectedly, Judy showed up with her new boyfriend. It was the start of what was going to be sound, civil relationship between Quinn's family and Quinn and Santana.

Russell didn't show but he sent Quinn a short text, Give time, Quinn. I will get there. And that's more than enough.

"You know what my mom used to tell me about weddings?" Hanna interrupts her walk down memory lane.

"What is that?"

Hanna smiles, "Before I told her I didn't believe in weddings, she used to say that there is one specific moment that it will dawn on you, that you will decide that you want this person forever. When is that for you?"

The answer is a no-brainer, "Two years ago."

"You've been ready two years ago?"

"Yup," Quinn replies with a nod.

Hanna laughs, "You are something else. A sap."

Quinn just laughs as she looks back at the day she made the decision that she was going to marry Santana someday.

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TWO YEARS AGO

Quinn doesn't know how stupid she was agreeing to this meeting. She didn't have to. She doesn't owe Brittany anything. Perhaps, it's that voice at the far back of her mind that tells her that maybe, Brittany can still be her friend without that friendship threatening her relationship.

She knows Brittany will always be a threat. But she said yes anyway because for someone so very smart, she still makes very stupid decisions sometimes.

"Hi Quinn," Brittany greets as she takes the seat across Quinn.

They agreed to have lunch at a cozy restaurant mid-town. Quinn told Santana about the meeting. Santana had wanted to come with but Quinn insisted that she had to do this on her own.

Hanna reminded her that she's just one call away and she could actually lift a bat now. All that rage from that night in Yale a few years ago is still running through my veins, Q, just ring me and I will beat the shit out of her, Hanna had told her. Quinn only laughed and Emily only called on the dramatics.

Quinn needs to do this alone.

"Brittany," she greets back, managing a small smile.

"Thank you for agreeing to this. I was afraid you wouldn't show."

"Why wouldn't I?"

Brittany only shrugs, slightly taken aback at the confidence.

They settle for an awkward silence for a while. Quinn calls the waiter and for a moment there, it was like they're just two friends who are catching up. The waiter takes their orders and leaves with a smile on his face, completely oblivious of the war his customers are fighting.

"You look well," Brittany opens.

"I feel well," Quinn confirms.

"How's it going?" Brittany asks, testing the waters.

Quinn wanted to laugh. They've known each other for years. But sitting across this version of Brittany, after everything that has happened, is like sitting across someone she's meeting for the first time. She doesn't know this girl at all.

"I'm fine. Everything is looking up, with school and volunteer work. You?"

Brittany manages a tight-lipped smile, "I'm going on tour with Selena Gomez. The concert is in town this weekend so, I thought it's a good opportunity to meet up."

"Good for you," Quinn says. "So, you wanted to talk?" she asks, cutting the chase. She hates small talk.

"Yeah, I," Brittany stutters. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. For everything."

Honestly, Quinn was expecting this. She was expecting Brittany to come around eventually. Maybe, this her admitting defeat. Quinn could go about it in different ways. She could walk out and say she doesn't accept the apology.

Brittany hurt her. But if the roles were reversed, Quinn is sure she'd done the same. Plus, it's been years. Quinn has won.

What Quinn didn't expect is the fact that she feels nothing at all. She thought she needed Brittany to apologize. She thought she needed Brittany to give her blessing but right now, she just couldn't care.

It's like she's no longer threated of Brittany coming back. It's like she doesn't care if the girl apologizes or approves of them.

Brittany clears her throat when Quinn didn't respond, "I'm not apologizing for what I've done. I would still do the same if I'd been given the chance to go back in time. I'm apologizing because I didn't give you the fair chance for a fight."

She can never understand the logic of this girl.

"Brit, we weren't fighting for Santana," she tells her, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. "It was Santana's decision. She's not the prize you'll get if you won this fist fight."

"I know," Brittany nods. "I know I hurt you in some way and I'm sorry. At the time, I believed that what I was doing was right."

"I'm sorry, too, I guess."

"For what?"

"For not being there."

It was a split-second moment but Quinn was able to catch it. Brittany's tears well in her eyes but she quickly looks away. No one knows what had happened to Brittany after the breakup. But Quinn knows it hadn't been easy.

"I want to be friends again but maybe it'll take some time," Brittany says.

Quinn nods, "We have to start somewhere, at the right place and time."

Brittany smiles as she reaches out for the backpack she'd placed on the floor. "I also came here to give you this," she says as she pulls out a jacket from her backpack. She knows those colors. She'd worn one before. It's the WMHS jacket. "It's yours now."

In another story, this could've been the moment where the ex-girlfriend passes the torch to the new girl, like an approval. It would've been the moment that the war has ended but it's that moment Quinn realizes that she doesn't need this.

She doesn't need Brittany to approve of her and Santana. She doesn't need closure from Brittany.

She's no longer threatened by her.

"You can keep it," Quinn tells her.

If this was a movie, the epic soundtrack of the movie is already playing in the background.

"What?"

"I don't need it," Quinn says. And Quinn is so, so proud of herself. "You can throw it or sell it online but there's just no room in our lives now for the past."

"But, I—"

"Brit, we're different people now. If you're planning to meet up with Santana as well, you can give that back to her but you know, that's totally up to her. But that has no meaning to me."

"Oh, okay," Brittany manages, as she takes the jacket back. Confusion—and probably hurt—etched across her face. She puts the jacket back inside her backpack.

They don't say anything for a while until their food is served. They indulge in their meals for a while.

Mid-way through their meal, Brittany speaks up again, "I also wanted to tell you something."

"Yeah?"

"When Santana and I were still together, we spoke about…" she pauses and releases a nervous breath. "Having a kid."

This stops Quinn on her tracks. She raises an eyebrow. She thinks she knows where this is going. "And?"

"I'm pushing through with it," Brittany says as she squares her shoulders. She knows she hit something in Quinn.

And boy she did. Quinn knows this is Brittany, playing her very last card. This Brittany, trying to hurt Quinn.

Quinn doesn't respond right away. She considers calling Hanna for a moment. But Quinn knows she can handle this. She was raised to fight blackmails like this.

When Quinn didn't respond, Brittany takes it as a cue to continue, "I just wanted to tell you ahead because I want to speak to Santana about it. I've contacted our adoption agency and they—"

And Quinn, Quinn is done playing Brittany's games.

"Your."

"What?"

"It's just your adoption agency now, Brittany. It's not your adoption agency with Santana."

"Quinn, you don't understand—"

Quinn laughs bitterly, "Oh, I understand. I know what you're doing."

"I just want to let Santana know that I'm pushing through with this plan."

"Oh really?" Quinn raises an eyebrow. "Well, let me tell you something, Brit. She doesn't care. Go have a kid all you want but if you think—for one single second—that this will make Santana run back to you, it's not going to happen. You want to know why? Because she loves me."

"Do you think this is some propaganda to win Santana back?"

"Isn't it?" Quinn spits back. "Isn't this one of your many ways to manipulate Santana?"

"I'm not trying to manipulate her."

"Could've fooled me."

"Quinn, I know you don't trust me after everything that's happened—"

"You're right, I don't."

"If you're threatened that I'm—"

"Threatened?" Quinn interrupts her. "I'm not threated, not one bit. I have to admit that I thought I was but you know? I'm no longer scared of your shadow, Brit. You could show up to our doorstep anytime you wish, and I wouldn't pee my pants."

Brittany just shakes her head.

"You could've just pushed through it if you're just really doing it for yourself."

"I just thought Santana should know."

"Tell her, meet up with her and maybe try to say she's the father or something. I don't care and I know for a fact, that she'll tell you to go through it if that's what you want. But if for one second you think that I'm going to lose sleep over this, you're wrong. Santana could've loved you once but she loves me now; and I'm not a future she's going to lose in the past."

"I just want closure, Quinn."

Quinn huffs as she grabs her purse and pulls out some bills. She hurls a fifty on the table and stands up. She looks at Brittany straight in the eyes, "Sometimes, Brit, no closure is a closure."

She walks out of the restaurant and heads home, dignity intact and finally feeling like she's free of Brittany.

She tells Santana all about it and Santana just kisses her frustrations away. Brittany never called Santana.

The adoption never happened.

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PRESENT

Moments later and everyone is still reeling in the moment. Santana is huddled with Rachel and Malcolm, browsing through the photos and videos they've taken. It's nice to have supportive friends who seem to be more excited for the wedding that the actual couple.

Amid the commotion, Quinn and Santana's eyes find each other. They smile at one another and they know, they just know—this is the happy ending they've been looking for.

It may not have been easy. It may have been rough.

But the stories with the best endings are those that overcame great adversity; the ones that conquered the impossible; and the ones that proved that love—when it is forgiving and patient enough—lasts.

Santana's had so many ideas about how her happy ending looks like.

Being engaged to Quinn isn't one of those.

But somehow, somehow it's fitting—they are two souls who've fought their way back to each other and won.

Santana's been okay her whole life. She has been okay until a few moments ago when Quinn said, be my wife, and all Santana could think of is she absolutely cannot wait.

Once again, thank you.

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