Sorry about lapse. I got a new job. And it takes me out of the country and internet is spotty at best… it's a long story you probably care nothing about. I'll try to post when I get the chance. I'm in the country now if that helps!

Thank you guys so, so much for the reviews, adds, etc. You have no idea how much I love reading them. I wish I had the time to answer everyone specifically. I hope this chapter makes up for everything.

POV shifts from Santana to Rachel and back and forth. Italics of first line indicate a new speaker. I hope it's not too confusing.

Enjoy.

Chapter 27

While Rach and Q finished discussing or fighting or… I don't know… throwing their crazy weight around, the rest of us just decided to finish breakfast. Both of their asses storming off like that left it helluva awkward for us. I was pretty sure every single one of us was wishing we were just about anywhere else.

I caught a sneak peek at the mini B. She was snuggled into Britt like she'd known her forever. How was it possible to be one of those people that just made everyone feel at like… I didn't know… at ease, I guessed? She had her phone out and was showing Beth videos of some of the tours she'd been on. I think it was the first time I'd seen Beth smile since last night.

"What do you think they're doing?" Leroy asked. He was looking towards the door.

"Quinn and Rachel, episode 2000?" I whispered. "Who the hell knows?"

He raised his eyebrow at me.

I shrugged back. "Look. Rach is being shady. Q is being petulant. It's like a broken record." I chanced a glance at Brittany and Beth. "I get the drama. And I expect it and stuff, but… I guess I'm saying right now ain't the time or whatever. Get me?"

He nodded. He followed my gaze towards Britt. She smiled back at us and winked, all the while scrolling through her phone. "Look at this one," she whispered, giggling.

H patted Leroy's knee. "You think we should talk to Rachel?" He asked him. "I'm worried."

Leroy shook his head. "She's an adult."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Separately, yes… she and Q are adults. Together…" I didn't finish.

"Together…" Judy mused. They were all nodding.

I shrugged back.

The bedroom door opened a few minutes later. B and Beth stopped what they were doing and looked up with the rest of us.

"So San is going with Rach," Q announced like we hadn't already decided that shit.

I bit my damn tongue cause B was giving me the eye. I couldn't help to roll my eyes though.

"You ready?" Rachel asked, grabbing her purse.

I looked down to the damn blue jeans and sweatshirt I'd thrown on an hour ago. Well hells no I wasn't ready. But if I said no, she'd march her tiny little ass on out of here without me. So I just nodded. I was glad I'd washed my damn face and brushed my teeth at least. Rachel looked like she'd just stepped off the cover of a magazine. I looked like her homeless stalker. I grabbed Q's sunglasses before she could stop me.

"Where the hell are your sunglasses?" She asked, arms crossed.

I raised my eyebrow at her. "My room. Want me to take the time to go get them?" Cause Rach would hightail it the fuck out of this hotel without me and we both knew it.

"No," she grunted, sitting down next to Beth. "Don't stretch them," she muttered.

I followed Rachel to the door, but I did take the time to flip Q off.

"Santana!" Half the room yelled, as I shut the door.

Rachel spun around. "You can't help yourself, can you?"

"What? The kid's fifteen. She's not five."

She rolled her eyes.

I could tell she wanted to say something but she was waiting. So I let her wait and just followed her to the elevator. She kept checking her phone. "I hate being late," she finally mumbled.

I nodded.

"Ugh," she moaned. "Don't you have something to say?"

I weighed my options. "Nope. Not really. Why? Should I?"

The truth was… I didn't trust lawyers. Look, I realized that was like some type of crazy discrimination and I could totally own it and shit. But the only people I'd ever known to electively go into law… well, let's just say they weren't getting into heaven the old fashioned way.

And Rebecca… no damn different. She was friends with Rachel and Kurt when I moved to New York. I was never sure why. She was sort of like if you took every bit of bitchiness Q ever had and mixed it with every bit of drama queen Rach ever was and then multiplied that with an extra large dose of methamphetamines, you'd have Rebecca on a good day.

She crossed her arms and gave me the "Rachel" eye. It was supposed to intimidate me. You'd think she'd know better.

We weren't far from the coffee shop so we just decided to walk. Apparently she'd texted her new BFF and told her we were gonna be a little late.

I was super happy I'd at least grabbed Q's sunglasses. A couple of people snapped a few pictures of us, but they didn't look like paps, so I let it go. My skanky ass was probably gonna show up on some damn tumblr blog soon though.

Rach was good at ignoring them though, so… I figured I should as well. I was thinking about the last time I'd ended up on a Rachel Berry blog and obviously not paying attention to where I was going, because she stopped suddenly and I ran right the fuck into her.

"Ow," I muttered. "What the hell?"

She turned around and crossed her little angry arms at me. "Talk. Do it now before we get in there."

What the hell was she on? "Talk about what?"

"You think I'm making a mistake," she offered, arms still crossed.

Whoa. I wasn't sure where that came from. "A mistake? What are you talking about?"

"With Beth…" she said quieter.

Okay… uh, I didn't think that. I wasn't sure what I thought about that. It sure the hell wasn't my place to offer any insight either way. "I don't know what you're talking about, Rachel. I'm going cause I don't trust the redhead. That's it. What you guys do about Beth is not my business. It's yours."

She raised an eyebrow. "Right. You don't have an opinion. Of course. So apparently aliens infiltrated your hotel room last night and replaced Santana with a pod person. It's nice to meet you, pod person. I'm Rachel Berry. Star of stage and screen."

Holy shit. "And apparently they replaced you with a smartass," I moved around her and started walking again. I knew she was following me. "Look," I started, "I get it."

"Get what?"

"That you're freaked. You should be. It's a big step and you're setting yourself up for a battle. But you've got to do what's right. And I can't tell you what that is." I took her hand. "You know one of the reasons I love you?" I didn't wait for her to answer. "Because you do what's right. I've never met someone with a stronger set of personal morals, or whatever. I admire that about you."

She squeezed my hand. I could feel her smiling beside me. "You know why I love you?"

"Because I'm hot," I answered.

"That's one reason," she said. "But definitely not the only one."

I shrugged. "You don't have to tell me how awesome I am. I've got a surplus of self esteem."

She laughed. "That you do."

We were only fifteen minutes late. I still hated being late. I guessed some things never really changed. At least Rebecca was excited to see me. She was not as excited to see Santana.

She smiled softly at me. "See some things haven't changed," she commented, nodding at Santana.

I noticed Santana was about to speak, but I stopped her. "I would really like to spend time catching up, but…"

Rebecca nodded. "Of course. Have a seat. This is Jon."

Miriam's lawyer was around Miriam's age. I shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you. This is my friend Santana Lopez."

"Dr. Santana Lopez," she added completely unnecessarily.

He nodded. "I don't mean to be hasty, but I have quite a bit to get through," he said, sitting down. He motioned to the papers in front of him. "Miriam's will was very specific. And there's a lot to cover. I'm to handle her arrangements. I take it you have no issue with that?"

I shook my head quickly. "Of course not. I didn't really know Miriam. I'd just…"

"Right, right," he interjected, cutting me off. "After Rebecca called me this morning… I would like to talk to you about Beth. I assume you're wondering why I'm here?"

"You could say that," Santana said. She was staring at Rebecca. I kicked her under the table. "Ow!"

I ignored her and nodded at him.

"What do you know about custody laws?" He asked, shuffling some papers.

"Next to nothing, I'm afraid."

He nodded, still distracted. "Can you bear with me a moment?"

We both nodded back. I felt like he was asking a lot of rhetorical questions but I decided not to voice that opinion.

"Ten years ago, Shelby took a job in London. It was a six-month run at a theater off West end," he shook his head. "That really doesn't matter. What does it that in order for her to go, she had to transfer custody to someone else."

I held my breath. This had peeked my interest.

"In the state of New York there are two types of caregivers that are not what is termed natural parents. One is someone who has legal custody. The other is a legal guardian. Because of the nature of Shelby's profession and the lack of adequate foresight on how long her role, as it were, would last, Miriam was awarded legal guardianship of Beth. Though the situation was supposed to be temporary, all parties agreed at the time that it would be for best."

I didn't trust myself to speak. I nodded at him.

"When Shelby returned, Miriam urged her to petition the court to revert guardianship back to Shelby. However, she did not."

"Why?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I cannot begin to presume."

I could. I chose not to though.

"What does this mean?" Santana asked him. I could feel how nervous she was.

"It means that when Miriam died, she was Beth's legal guardian. She has been Beth's legal guardian since she was five." Rebecca answered.

Jon nodded. "Legal guardians have all the rights and responsibilities of natural or adopted parents. In the eyes of the court, they are the parent figure."

"And?" I asked quietly.

"And, as such Miriam had the right to name what is called a standby guardian."

I nodded. I thought I knew now why Miriam wanted to meet Quinn before she passed away.

"She's named Quinn?" I asked.

He looked confused. He shuffled his papers around and shook his head. "Ah, the birth mother. No. No she didn't."

My stomach bottomed out. If she hadn't named Quinn then…

"She named Rachel," Santana gasped. "Could she do that?"

Rebecca nodded. "There are two ways to award standby guardianship. One is informally. The guardian makes a request and the request is signed by two witnesses and becomes a part of that person's last will and testament. The other… which Jon believes Miriam wanted to do… why you were here… is formally going to court with the named standby and petitioning for standby guardianship. Unfortunately…" she trailed off.

"She named me?" I realized I was stuttering, but I just couldn't believe it.

He nodded. "She did."

I took a deep breath. "And not Quinn?" Why was my heart beating so fast?

He frowned. "I… she didn't mention the birth mother."

I felt Santana's hand on my arm. "Breath, mija." She turned to Jon. "So what now?"

"Well, if Rachel wants guardianship, we will petition the court. It should happen as soon as possible. I do have to say that the court will decide what is in the best interests of Beth. If Shelby objects and tries to get custody, she has a case. However, if she is found unfit or extraordinary circumstances can be proven, the court will decide what is in the best interest of the child. " He cleared his throat. "I know Shelby. I don't think she will just roll over on this, no matter what Miriam believed."

I swallowed. I had figured as much. "Do we even have a chance?" I asked him.

"Do you want one?" Rebecca asked me.

I paused to take a deep breath. "Yes," I whispered. "I really do." I didn't voice that Quinn wanted a chance as well. I wasn't sure how much to share in front of Miriam's lawyer.

"Then yes," she answered. "You do."

Jon nodded as well. "Miriam has documented everything. For all intents and purposes, though Beth did not always live with her, she was her primary caregiver. She paid for her schooling. She oversaw her financial obligations." He sighed. "The fact of the matter is that Beth is a teenager. If she were younger, I would say that your battle would be much more difficult. However, if Beth is amenable to the arrangement the court is likely to side with her decision."

I nodded back to him. "What do we have to do?"

We spent the next two hours going over everything Jon had. Miriam's will. Our petition to the court. Where we went next. How long we had. I told him about Quinn. He admitted that it complicated matters somewhat, but it might be in our best interest. He suggested I hire Rebecca immediately. He used words like mediator. Forensic evaluator. Attorney for the child.

I had piles of documents when he left. We agreed to meet with him first thing Tuesday morning after Miriam's funeral.

"It's good to see you," Rebecca said, after he left. "Circumstances aside." She took my hand. "I'm sorry about Eliza, Rachel."

I smiled at her. I knew Santana didn't like her. She'd never pretended to. I, however, had always felt that she could have been a good friend if circumstances would have been different. "Thank you."

I was waiting for Santana to say something but she seemed as shell-shocked as I did. So I continued. "Is there a way for you to speak with Quinn before we meet with Jon. Maybe before the funeral? I'm not sure I'll be able to explain all of this to her and I'm worried…" she's going to freak out. Going to blame me. Going to… I didn't know…

She nodded. "Of course. Legally, it would be a conflict of interest for me to represent her as well. Do you think she would contest your guardianship?"

I hadn't even thought of that. Would she? "I… I don't… no. No she won't," I answered with a finality I was actually lacking.

She nodded. "The court system would look favorably on a two-parent household. I'm assuming you don't have documentation here of your union, but maybe your lawyer in L.A. could send it?"

That seemed to snap Santana out of her revelry. "Union? You mean like civil union?"

Rebecca nodded, confused.

"Ay dios mio," she muttered, rubbing her forehead.

She though we were married? I shook my head suddenly. "We're not…"

"Oh," Rebecca said quickly. "I just assumed… I'm sorry. That was presumptuous of me," she smiled.

Santana shook her head. "Look chica, you've calmed down and shit since college, but you still ain't got an in. Rachel is taken. Even if they haven't like… you know, finalized it or what the fuck ever."

"Santana Lopez!" I exclaimed. I turned to Rebecca. "I am so sorry. She doesn't seem to possess the natural manners of most of humanity."

Rebecca shook her head. "I remember," she laughed. She took my hand, ignoring Santana's growl. "It might be something to consider." I must've looked as disturbed as I felt, because she laughed again. "No! Not me. I meant the civil union. Or marriage. It's a marriage in California now, right?"

I nodded slowly.

"It would be recognized as a marriage here. It would make our case stronger," she shrugged. "You have sixty days."

"I… I…" I didn't know what to say. Now I was pretty certain that I was going to faint.

"Holy shit, Becca," Santana laughed. "You might've just made my day."

She smiled at Santana. "I take it that isn't an option."

She shook her head. "Nah. It's probably an option. But the conversation that's gonna occur later on this afternoon is gonna end with 'we gotta get married.' And I might have to buy popcorn for the show."

I couldn't even chastise her. My mind was reeling. How was Quinn going to take all of this? That I was named guardian?

And marriage? Marriage?

Oh god…

One minute me and Becca are laughing and the next minute… Rachel's hitting the deck.

"Whoa," I said, grabbing her before she hit the ground. I turned to Rebecca. "She fainted."

Jesus Christ.

I forgot for a moment she was the Rachel Berry until I heard the murmur of the people around us.

"Get rid of them," I hissed.

"It's okay; she's a doctor," I heard Rebecca announce. She pulled the manager over. "Can you clear them out?"

He nodded. "Do I need to call an ambulance?"

I shook my head quickly. Q was gonna fucking kill me. "No. It's fine. Just get everyone out of here." I bent over and rubbed Rachel's cheek. "Rach? Babe? Wake up. Come on…"

It took a moment but she began stirring. She tried to sit up.

"Nope." I said, rubbing her arm. Rebecca had put her coat under her head. One of the employees brought her a glass of water. "Sit up slowly," I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

She nodded and took a few sips of water after sitting up. "Please tell me you just knocked me out and I didn't faint in front of an entire coffee shop."

Okay. If that's what she wanted. "I knocked you out. You didn't faint in front of an entire coffee shop."

She ignored me and turned slowly to the manager. "I am so sorry."

He smiled at her, and gave her his arm as I helped her up. "Are you serious? I wouldn't have known Rachel Berry was in my shop if you hadn't fainted."

She smiled back. "Thank you for…" she looked around slowly. "…whatever you did to get everyone out of here." She reached for her purse. "At least let me pay you for…"

He shook his head. "No way. But there is something you could do for me."

"Of course."

"Can we maybe get a picture of you? For our wall?" He motioned with his head towards a wall with celebrities' photographs.

She flashed him her Rachel Berry beaming smile like she just wasn't plastered against his floor two minutes ago. "Absolutely."

"Only you can faint and still take a photograph that looks like a professional took it." I mused.

To be honest, I was a little worried about her. We'd gotten a little food in her and I made sure she was fine before we left. I'd suggested taking a cab but she'd vetoed that immediately.

I realized it was because she was delaying the inevitable.

I knew I'd made a joke about the whole 'have to get married' thing but… I get she was fucking terrified. I was fucking terrified.

"Talk to me," I finally said. "Now. Before we get back."

"I'm happy." She was speaking quietly. "I think we are what's best for Beth. Don't you?"

I nodded because I was supposed to.

"I just… I didn't really think this was how Quinn and I were going to…" she trailed off. I had to admit that seeing her speechless was bit fucking disconcerting.

"You worried about how Q's gonna react?" It was a question I already knew the answer to.

"What if she's angry?"

I sighed. Q was irrational on occasion. I mean it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. But… it wasn't like we saw this shit coming or something. "Rach, it's not your fault. And you heard the lawyer… you're the best option. Q will understand." I hope, I didn't add.

She nodded, still distracted. She grabbed my hand. "Can you guys stay? While I tell her? Maybe Kurt and Brittany can take Beth somewhere for an hour or so?"

"Of course," I said. I took out my phone.

Hey babe, it's me. Gonna need you and Porcelain to get the mini out of the room for an hour or so. Think that's possible?

"Don't tell Quinn I fainted," she rushed out suddenly.

"Oh don't fucking worry there," I answered. "Ain't no fucking way I'm telling her that. Warpath Quinn is something I'd just soon avoid, thank you very much."

"Warpath? Why would she be Warpath Quinn?" Her voice was hysterical.

I grabbed her hand, stopping her. "Chill out, babe. Not because of anything you have to say. Just because I let you faint and stuff."

She rolled her eyes. "How could you stop me from fainting? That's impossible."

I shrugged. "Q won't give a shit. I was there. I'm responsible. You know how she is."

She nodded. "Yeah. So we are definitely leaving that out," she smiled.

My phone buzzed.

Totes. Me and Kurt just asked her if she wanted to go visit one of the old dance studio at NYADA. He knows someone. She was smiling so that's a go. Text me how long we need to be gone.

Two second later...

Also Q is super freaked we're taking her. But I trust you. So I told her cause you had something to say and the mini probably wasn't supposed to know. Did I do right?

I let Rach read the text before replying.

Right as rain, B. You're the savior. I'll let you know when it's safe. And let us know if you guys deviate from your plan. Love you!

"So Q is apparently suspicious." Shocker of the century.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Seriously. When is Quinn not suspicious?"

Truth.

As soon as we opened the door, we were hit with, "Rachel what the fuck?"

I sighed and watched Santana roll her eyes.

"I obviously needed to talk to you," I told her, sitting down. "I wouldn't have asked Brittany to take Beth away for a while if it weren't important, sweetie."

She nodded slowly. "So talk."

I bit back a second sigh. To be honest, I was getting tired of the attitude she was throwing around. I knew she was worried, but so was I. And if she didn't calm down, this news would not be pleasant.

"Can you guys sit down or something?" I asked, eyeing Judy and my dads instead.

They nodded.

Santana handed me the paperwork that Jon and Rebecca had given me.

"What's that?" Quinn asked. She was fidgeting.

I tried not to notice that she'd chosen to sit across from me instead of beside me. My stomach was rumbling.

"Jesus Q, if you would fucking let her talk, maybe she could tell you," Santana bit back.

"Quinnie," Judy interjected. "Please try to calm down, honey. I know you're worried but…"

She huffed and crossed her arms, but nodded at me.

I realized they were all watching me now. I wasn't sure how to say this. What to say. Did I start with guardianship? What Miriam wanted? Marriage? Oh god… I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Honey, are you okay?" My daddy asked.

I nodded and opened my eyes. I took another breath and tried to hold Quinn's eye contact. I couldn't shake the nervous feeling I was getting.

"Just tell her, Rach," Santana whispered.

"Tell me what?" Quinn asked. She was panicking.

"Miriam had custody of Beth," I rushed out.

"What?" She asked.

"How is that possible?" Judy added.

I let Santana explain. I was busy staring out the window. Nervous.

"…so Miriam was able to name a standby guardian," Santana finished, looking at me.

"Of course," My dad said. "That's why she wanted Quinn to come here and meet Beth." He clapped before I could stop him. "That's wonderful and will make everything so much…"

I started shaking my head. "No… listen," I told him. I turned back to Quinn. "She named…"

"You," she finished, before I could.

I bit my lip and nodded back. "Yes," I whispered.

"Oh," my dad and Judy said at the same time.

She nodded, but turned away from me. "Of course it's you."

"Quinn," I started. "I didn't ask for… I mean they both think we have a chance with everything…"

She was still nodding, but she wasn't looking at any of us. I could tell she was trying to keep from crying.

Judy cleared her throat. "Well, it shouldn't matter which of you she named. Only that she did. This is good news, honey."

I heard her hum her agreement, but she wouldn't look at me.

"Rebecca thought the two of you were married!" Santana blurted out.

Oh my gosh! Sometimes she is an idiot. I turned roughly towards her. "Hush!" I growled. "Santana let me faint!" I added.

"Holy shit!" She squealed. "No way! You're a traitor."

"You're a traitor!" I yelled back.

It had gotten Quinn to turn around though. "What?" She asked incredulously. "Married? Faint? Married?" She was stuttering.

I sighed. "She was under the impression that we were a couple. She thinks that…" I paused again. I could get this out. I just needed to concentrate on saying the words. "if… maybe…." Oh god, I was going to actually be sick.

I felt Santana's hand on knee. "Breathe," she whispered.

"Maybe what?" Quinn asked again. She honestly seemed genuinely confused.

I wondered for a moment if she was actually that dense, before I realized whom I was talking to. Of course she wasn't. Maybe she was just as shocked as I was.

The looks my fathers and Judy were sharing told me what they were thinking.

"Shethinksweshouldgetmarried," I rushed out, and then fell dramatically back against the couch. I covered my face with my hands. "Oh god… I'm so sorry. I don't…"

Someone pulled my hands from my face. I knew it was her before I even opened my eyes. It was crazy how I knew her touch. She was sitting on the coffee table now. I tried to read her face, but it was strangely blank. I wasn't sure what she was thinking until she moved a piece of hair behind my ears.

"Hey," she whispered softly. "It's okay."

I nodded.

"Can you guys give us a few?" She asked, never breaking eye contact with me.

I tried to ignore how fast they all hightailed it out of the room.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "It's just a lot to take in. And I was so worried you would be angry. I didn't know she was going to do that, Quinn. It should have been you. Not me. But I promise I just want to do what's right for her. And you. You both deserve…"

She took both my hands. "You're rambling. Stop. I'm not mad. Shocked, yeah. But not mad."

"Okay," I gulped.

She was holding my hand and rubbing circles on my palm with her thumb. "You seem really, really freaked, Rach," she whispered.

I swallowed again. "I'm just… overwhelmed," I finished. It was a lame response.

She sat back. "Sweetie, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. If you don't want to…" She paused. "I could get a lawyer. Maybe I'd have a chance if Beth tells the judge…"

Oh god. Why did we always do this? "No," I hurried. "I want to. I really do. It was just… you know the other."

"Marriage?" She asked quietly.

I nodded.

"I'm sure we can still make a case, Rachel. We don't need to…"

"I think maybe we do," I whispered.

"What?" She asked.

What was I doing? Marriage? I wasn't sure if it was the right time… if it would ever be. But I couldn't deny that it hadn't crossed my mind. I loved Quinn. To be honest, I'd probably always loved her. I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. "I didn't really imagine it happening like this," I finally said.

"You've imagined it?" She seemed genuinely surprised.

I found it sweet and sad at the same time.

"Of course I have," I smiled softly.

She nodded. She still seemed shocked. "Me too," she finally whispered.

It was now or never, I guessed. "Quinn Fabray…" I started. I took her hand. "Would you do me the honor of…"

"Oh my god!" She said, jumping up. "Stop! I'm supposed to ask. Not you!"

I mimicked her and jumped up as well. "What?! That's ridiculous. I'm perfectly capable of…"

She grabbed my hand. "Rachel Berry…"

"No!" I said. "You don't get to do it now. I already started." I tried to keep from smiling, but really… how ridiculous were we?

"Holy shit!" We heard from the next room. "Only you two could fuck up an unfuckable situation."

Quinn rolled her eyes at me. "Let me ask," she said. "Please."

I crossed my arms. "No. I want to. I had a speech planned."

"Somebody ask!" My daddy called out.

"Seriously," my dad added.

"Can we watch?" Judy asked.

"Move, Santana!" Daddy whined.

"You move."

"You're standing in the way…"

"Oh for the love," Quinn whispered. "Let's just say it at the same time? Maybe we can whisper into each other's ear."

I nodded at her and pulled her to me. I loved how we fit together. She put her chin on my shoulder and I could feel her soft breath as she exhaled.

"Rachel Berry…"

"Quinn Fabray…"

"Will you marry me?"

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Did they do it?"

"Who knows? You're standing in the way?"

"They whispered it."

"Cheaters!"

"You shouldn't have said anything!"

"Yeah. Then they wouldn't have known we were listening!"

"Your elbow is in my back!"

"Your back is in my elbow!"

We ignored them. It was easy because Quinn pulled back and began to kiss me softly.

For once I was just happy.

For once I let myself hope.

Maybe everything would work out.

When she pulled away she winked at me. God, I really did love her.

"Don't think I forgot about the fainting, Santana Lopez!" She yelled into the room.

"Fucking A," Santana grumbled.