Due to the many people who did not send emails to me or are on Guest and because I simply don't have the time. I've decided that I'm going to post the endings here. If you've already read it that's fine; nothing has changed; however, if you have chosen between one or the other before and have been curious about the ending you did not choose, the ending is provided for you. However, I will say that Ending 1 would have been what I had posted, had I chosen to post only one. I did two for those who wanted a different outcome. With that said, I just didn't want to keep people waiting any longer, so I hope you all who haven't read it enjoy.

Part II: Chapter Thirteen

x.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, but when I did wake to the shaking of my shoulder gently, I immediately expected the worse. My tired eyes widened and I looked to the heart monitor and saw the beeping still sitting steady and below me, Santana laid with her chest still rising and falling as I remember her.

I turn to the person who woke me and am met with Rachel, who gestures at me. "I need to talk to you," she whispers quietly as to not wake Santana. I carefully remove myself from Santana's side, fixing my shirt, and leaning over to place a kiss on her forehead before making my way out to the hallway.

I cross my arms in front of me as I shut the door. She takes a deep breath and smiles. "I just got off the phone, there's a donor. If Santana can hold on till it gets here, she'll make it," Rachel tells me and I can't help the growing warmth that begins to course through me. I begin to smile widely, jumping into Rachel's arms as I cry tears of joy and relief. I know Santana isn't out of the woods just yet, but in the next couple of hours she will be.

"Where is it coming from?" I tell her when I pull away and compose my emotions.

She sighs deeply. "It's coming from Hawaii, but I'm confident that the pacemaker Santana has will keep her heart regulated till then," she says and I laugh as I can't get over this. This the moment Santana and I have been waiting for. This is the moment where I won't have to worry everyday whether she will make it through another night or not.

"Now go tell your wife," Rachel presses, turning me around to go back into the room. I walk over to Santana who is still sleeping soundly. I take a seat in the chair I was in before we went to sleep and stroke her cheek with my finger. She moves slightly before tiredly opening her eyes.

She smiles weakly at me. "Hey," her voice is groggy and I lean closer to her so my face is close to hers.

"Hey," I whisper in reply. "You're going to be fine," I tell her as she continues to stare at me, waiting for me to keep speaking. "They have a match and it's coming. Just hang in there and you'll be fine," I tell her as tears start to leak from the corners of her eyes.

"You're serious?" She breaths out and I giggle, nodding furiously at her as I continue to stroke her cheek.

"You're going to live a long life baby. We're going to be married for fifty plus years and have babies, watch our babies have babies, maybe even watch them have babies," I tell her of the future, which is only looking brighter from here.

"And I get to be with you for the rest of my life," she tells me and I nod, leaning forward to peck her lips.

"Forever baby,"

x.

It's been two weeks since Santana had her heart surgery and she has recovered better than most people who have had open surgery. Rachel insisted that she remain at low impact and no heavy strenuous activities, which means no sex for either one of us till she gets a full bill of health. I'm doing okay with this, but Santana on the other hand is having major difficulty. It's like she became a teenage boy suddenly. Her libido was great before, but it's like it went up a notch since her surgery.

Today though is her two week post op appointment and I'm sitting on the couch waiting for her to finish getting ready. When she comes out, she breaths out a sigh picking up her keys.

"You ready?" I ask and she turns around, nodding.

"Yes, I'm ready to finally find out if I can make love to my wife," she states. "You know we haven't consummated our marriage yet?" She asks and I get up, smiling at her. I place my hands lightly on her shoulders kissing her deeply.

"I know, but it's not like you don't know what it's like," I shrug and she shakes her head like I'm insane.

"Well obviously that's why I want it so bad. It's like your my drug of choice; you're intoxicating," she grumbles the last part into my neck, biting it lightly. I gasp before pushing her away slightly from my back.

"Hey we're going to be late and you know what Rachel said," I point at her and she pouts at me adorably, and that's when I realized what she was wearing. "Wait are you wearing a bow tie?" I ask curiously and she looks down.

"Oh yeah, I thought I'd go for a change," she shrugs, grabbing my hand as I still continue to look in confusion. I follow her out the door in thought. Santana never wore bow ties regularly, but I won't think too much into it. She looks adorable in her little bow tie, but that's not hard for sure she looks great in and out of everything.

When we reach the hospital, we sign in and sit down next to each other with our hands still clasped together. I lay my head on her shoulder as she flips randomly through a magazine. We've been like this a lot since the surgery, we'd just casually do nothing and sit in a comfortable silence, happy to have those little moments where we are still in each other's lives.

"Santana Lopez," we look up and get up together, walking with the nurse into the examination room. The nurse goes through the routine questions with us, then leaves us to wait for Rachel to come in, which doesn't take long.

She opens the door and smiles widely at us. "Ah my favorite newlyweds," we return our smiles and she stands in front of Santana, then notices her bow tie. "Nice fashion choice," she comments, making me laugh and Santana roll her eyes.

"So how are we doing?" She asks as she places her stethoscope on and checks Santana's heart and breathing.

"We're doing well, Santana's breathing is great. Before I would see her chest jump when she would take a breath, but now it's like smooth in even. It's perfect," I smile at my wife who winks at me, making me blush still like I'm crushing on her or something.

"That's great and your heart does sound great," she comments to Santana who looks on proudly as Rachel checks her pulse, then checks how many beats per a minute her heart regulates. She pulls her stethoscope out and smiles . "Yeah everything sounds great and you're progressing well. Are you staying away from strenuous activity?" She eyes Santana who rolls her eyes again at her.

"Yes much to my dismay," she grumbles and its Rachel's turn to roll her eyes. "When can that ban be lifted?" She asks curiously.

"Well I want to give it another two weeks on you. I still don't want anything strenuous to be placed on your heart; however, if you feel you need to give Quinn satisfaction then that's fine, just be cautious," she instructs and I look down blushing furiously at this, while Santana's eyes brighten like a little kid on Christmas morning.

"Okay I'm fine with this," she holds her hands up in excitement. This time it's my turn to roll my eyes at both of them.

x.

We're about a month and half into Santana post op surgery and she's fully recovered. Rachel has given her a full bill of health and yes we've been having sex as much as Santana wants; not that I don't want it but like I said Santana's libido has skyrocketed since she received her new heart.

I've went back to work since our wedding and the surgery, having my boss understand the craziness. She thankfully understood and told me to take off as much time as I needed. When I got back, I had an outpouring of love coming my way with cards, flowers, and so on congratulating me on my marriage and telling me hoe grateful they are that my wife's surgery was successful.

When I got home, Santana was sitting on the couch with her laptop. I placed my keys in our bowl. I walk over and give her a kiss before retreating to our bedroom to change. When I come back out I sit down next to her, resting my head on her shoulder.

"What you looking at?" I ask and she glances at me briefly, before looking back at the screen.

"I'm reading articles on donor recipients meeting donor families," she comments and I look up at her curiously.

"Do you want to do that?" I ask if that's something she wants to do then she should. I think had the roles been reversed, I'd have done something like that.

"I'm thinking about it. It just feels like something is missing; like unfinished business or something," she comments and I shrug, kissing her cheek.

"If that's something you want to do, then call Rachel. Maybe she has connections on how you can go about it," I say. "I'll support you,"

She looks over at me and smiles warmly, leaning forward and kissing me deeply. "I love you," she whispers into my lips which I reciprocate. She places her laptop on the coffee table and places me in her lap, deepening the kiss.

"Mmm San," I pull away placing my hands on her chest to stop her. She pouts a little before leaning forward and kissing along my chest and collarbone.

"But baby, I want the booty," she says in a pitiful voice, making me giggle and I pull her face back up to me, pecking her lips several times.

"Later," I promise before sliding off her so we can make some dinner. I chance a glance at her and she's watching me from the couch with her bottom lip out, making me roll my eyes at her. Only way to ignore her looks is just by turning away from it and pretending the cuteness isn't there.

x.

Santana decided to contact Rachel to see if she can locate the donor's family. That feeling she's been having has been keeping her up at night I've noticed, but of course in typical Santana fashion, she pretends she's fine. So when Rachel calls back a few days later, Santana is elated to know that the donor's family does want to meet her. She finds out that the donor's husband lives in New York City as well and has left his number with Rachel.

So that's why we are walking up the steps of a condo, hand in hand. He's expecting us, but I can sense Santana's nervousness. I'm nervous as well, not knowing what to expect, but he seemed like a sweetheart on the phone, so that's at least positive.

I give her hand a squeeze for encouragement and she simply smiles after taking a deep breath, before ringing the doorbell.

The door pops open and reveals a pale, fashionable man. "Hello you must be the Lopez's. I'm Kurt Anderson, please come in," he opens the door all the way and we walk in to the beautifully decorated home; it's better decorated than ours to be honest.

"You're home is gorgeous," I comment in admiration and maybe even envy. He smiles bashfully at this.

"Oh thank you, I'm a interior designer. Please take a seat, can I offer you a drink?" He asks and we both shake our heads at the offer, but take a seat on the couch.

We both take deep breaths. "I want to first off say I'm sorry for your loss," Santana says sincerely and he nods slowly.

"Thank you. Honestly seeing you two is helping the grieving process a lot; I get to understand why he was taken away from me so early," Kurt explains. "He was a great man and would have loved both of you," he adds.

I narrow my eyes in thought. "Did he wear a lot of bow ties?" I ask and Santana looks over at me weirdly, before we're met with a laugh and he nods.

"That was Blaine," he simply says. "How'd you know that?"

"I uh started wearing them every now and then," Santana stammers probably confused by this revelation, leaving Kurt to smile tight lipped.

"That's quite amazing. You never wore them before?" Kurt questions and Santana merely shakes her head. I've heard stories that donors and recipients will sometimes find connections with each other once they've undergone the transplant so for Santana to feel the missing piece maybe getting closure for Kurt but also wearing the bow ties makes me believe that Blaine is still here.

Kurt tears up at this, only a little before wiping them away softly. "If you don't mind us asking, what happened?" Santana asks and he looks back up at her.

"We were in Hawaii taking a vacation and Blaine being the adventurous person he is decided to try surfing. He went out and got too close to the rocks. The doctors said he hit his head so badly that the bleed can be stopped, but the damage was unfixable; he would never have any function. They managed to stop the bleeding, but he was on life support till I told them to take him off of it. I knew he wouldn't want to be a vegetable even if he did wake up. I knew he was an organ donor, so I hoped that he could save somebody. I'm glad to know that he did so," he explains with tears in his eyes. "It was a freak accident, but he wouldn't want me to dwell," he adds, using his thumb to stop his tears.

"I know if the roles were reversed, I wouldn't have wanted her to either," Santana replies, placing her hand on his knee comfortingly, making him smile.

"I know this sounds like a weird request, but can I listen just one last time?" He asks and Santana shakes her head.

"Yeah of course," she stands up and kneels in front of him allowing him to hug her, placing his ear to his chest and I can only watch in awe as his eyes close almost to savor the sound; place it to memory. He sighs deeply, before pulling away smiling at her.

"Thank you guys for doing this. It means the world to me," he says.

I wish I could thank Blaine for being a donor; for saving my wife. He allowed her to give her a future with me and a future doing anything and everything she wants to do. Its a terrible thing to know that someone has to die in order to save another person, but he didn't die in vain. He saved Santana and probably many others; that's the beautiful part that people don't really get to see. I'll be internally grateful. Our future is brighter now and we can only go up from here.