3 years later.

Santana watched as Brit opened her present. The youthful cheer hadn't faded in her gorgeous wife. And they loved each other as much now on their third anniversary as they had when they'd gotten married. Brit leaned over and smacked a kiss to Santana's cheek and rushed out of the room to try on the dress she'd just received.

Santana cleared away the wrapping paper and sipped on the red wine they'd opened for the evening. As she heard Brit moving around in the other room she thought back on their wedding day.

It had been perfect. No major snafus had occurred and the brides had been stress-free as they made their vows before their friends and family. Brit had been absolutely gorgeous in her white dress and San knew she'd been a total knockout in her black dress. She'd seen the pictures, she knew they'd looked good. Puck and Rachel had stood on Santana's side and Blaine and Sam had stood for Brittany.

And somehow the hot Jews had managed to keep their eyes, and hands, off each other for the whole ceremony.

Santana hadn't cried, seriously, when Brittany had been walked in by Mr. Pierce. There had just been something in her eye, Okay? And Santana had thought she'd die of happiness as they were pronounced married. She'd never felt so full before. As they walked back down the aisle together, their crying friends and family cheering them on, Santana had wondered how life could ever get any better.

The reception had been fun and perfect. They'd toasted Artie for managing everyone during the relationship drama and thanked their friends for the work they'd put in. Rachel and Puck had serenaded them all as everyone began to dance. Santana had watched with a bouncing Brit as Puck pulled Rachel onto the dance floor during the brides' duet. They had harmonised until Puck leaned down and kissed Rachel, at which point Brit had shouted "Puckleberry!" and Santana was left to finish the song solo.

Everyone had seen Sam and Quinn dancing sweetly throughout the night. A soft happiness settling over them both. And Santana had howled with amusement when Blaine and Sebastian had fallen out of a closet half-clothed.

Perhaps the most shocking of all reunions had been Hiram and Leroy Berry. To this day Santana had no idea how Brit had managed it. It was a closely guarded secret between her, the Berries and Lord Tubbington.

But when the two men had walked onto the dance floor and started to dance, tears of joy streamed down Rachel's face. She kept singing, of course. She'd haughtily reminded them all that she was a professional after all.

The proverbial cherry on top had been the absence of Mercedes and Kurt. There was no discomfort between former couples. Everyone was simply happy.

Lord Tubbington had, of course, a seat of importance to the right of Brittany at their head table. He later had to be chased away from the cake. Those were Brit's favourite pictures.

"San?" Santana turned to face her wife and whistled.

"Looking good, Hot Stuff. Try it with those black heels you bought last month." Santana watched her wife hurry from the room.

She couldn't believe it had been 3 years already. She had been a married woman for three whole years!

They had moved back to New York after the wedding. Brit had joined a ballet company and Santana had found work singing background vocals in studio and acting off-Broadway in the occasional show.

Puck and Rachel had followed soon after, sharing a small apartment nearby. They hadn't wasted any time. They'd been married within a year. Rachel had spent two years on Broadway in a supporting role. She won a Tony and then announced that they were expecting a child.

Santana wasn't sure she'd ever seen Brit so ecstatic about anything. Being named the Godmothers had been a shock. And Santana hadn't cried then either. She hadn't!

With all the faith of his tiny Diva behind him, Puck focused on his song-writing and found work at a recording studio. He'd had several top 10 hits, though it was other artists singing his songs. He had always preferred being in the background.

Brittany rushed back into the room and spun for Santana to see. She was beautiful. The bright green dress brought out the colour in her pale eyes. "Gorgeous."

Brit snuggled up to her on the couch. "Can we go back to Ohio when Quinn has the baby?"

Santana wrapped her wife up in her arms. "Yeah, I've booked some time off already."

Brit sighed happily. "I'm so happy it all worked out. Sam and Quinn and little Nicky. What do you think they'll name this one?"

"Probably something stupid like Isabella or Quintin." She snarked.

"I bet it'll be pretty, like Nicky is." Brit continued, ignoring Santana's sass.

Santana kissed the side of Brit's head as they turned on the TV. They flipped through the PVR before choosing Brit's favourite show.

The episode started in a dark alley, music playing from inside one of the buildings. The camera moved through the alley and through a side door. There was a bright room, full of people and an attractive man playing guitar and singing on stage. There was a band around him but the focus was on the lead singer. He sang a catchy song and the fans sang along with him. The lead singer met the eyes of a tall brown-haired man at the back of the room and the screen went dark. The show's opening credit sequence played as Brit rested her head on Santana's thigh.

"I can't believe he got his own show." Santana remarked as Blaine's face flashed across their screen, the theme song blaring in the background.

"I'm not surprised." Brit stated. "He was such a great character. Of course, they gave him his own show. My favourites are the ones with Sebastian though."

Santana knew that. Brit told her every time they watched either show. It had all worked out quite nicely for the two of them. They weren't on the same show anymore, but they filmed on the same lot in Vancouver. Although, they lived together in Canada, so maybe they weren't so lucky.

"Do you think they'll get married?" Brit wondered as the show returned from commercial.

Santana thought about it as she watched the two banter back and forth on the screen. The Flash was accusing A Minor of committing a crime. The rocker just teased the Flash in return.

"I don't know, Brit. Not everybody gets married. They know they're it for each other. I think it might just be enough." She answered slowly.

"We did good, San." Brit told her as they watched the real-life couple bicker on screen. "Everybody got their penguins."

The meddling had been stressful and at times Santana had doubted it would work. But three years later, everyone was still where they belonged.

That didn't make her tear up. Shut up.