Epilogue:

"Santana, turn off the damn computer already. We're leaving, remember?" Quinn tossed a pillow from the bed in Santana's direction.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. The time difference is getting in the way of my work. It's not my fault Dani's on PST right now and we're stuck in Lima on EST." Santana clicked a few more keys and closed the computer. "There. Happy?"

"I will be when we actually get out of here and it is your fault. This was your idea, remember?"

"Whatever. You want to be here too. Let's go, sexy." Santana winked at her. Quinn was wearing one of the new dresses she'd bought during their trip to Amsterdam. It was blue and strapless and Santana had encouraged her to buy it because it wasn't like any of her other dresses and she loved how it made her look. Quinn had yet to wear it once in all the time since they'd returned.

"Did you finish at least?" Quinn asked her, putting the key to their hotel room in her purse.

"For now." Santana stood, walked over her and ran her hands up and down her sides. "I belong to you for the rest of the night, Fabray."

Quinn smiled at her.

"How's Dani?" She opened the door while Santana grabbed her own purse and followed her out.

"She's good. The album is done. It sounds great and I checked in with her, but I was also emailing Mark. He said he's got another artist lined up to work with me."

"What? Who? That's great."
"Britney Spears." Santana replied.

"Oh, the irony."

"Tell me about it." Santana took her hand as they entered the elevator. "If she takes it, that' like huge bucks, Q."

"True."

"Maybe you and I could go on another one of those excursions with that kind of money."

"Another summer trip, San?"

"Yeah, why not? The first one went well for us. I mean, you didn't kill me and I didn't kill you and we've been together for like years now or at least it feels that way." Santana joked.

"Almost two years and went on a three month vacation last summer."

"So, I'm thinking somewhere tropical next time. I wouldn't mind seeing you strut across a white sandy beach in a bikini. While you still look hot that is."

"I do not strut." Quinn pointed at her as she walked out of the elevator and into the lobby of the hotel.

"Um… you're doing it right now. It's hot." Santana winked at her as she watched Quinn's ass as she walked.
"Stop looking at my ass, Santana. We told everyone we'd meet them there at 8."

Santana just laughed and caught up with her.

"Is this going to be weird?" Santana took Quinn's hand as they headed into the parking lot toward their rental car.

"Probably." Quinn replied.

"Hey, what are your thoughts on Paris?"

"We went to Paris." Quinn answered and climbed into the driver's seat.

"For a day basically. You got sick and we stayed in the hotel for most of the time there before we left."

"I remember." Quinn pulled out of the parking space.

"It's the city of love, Q."

Quinn looked over at her.

"You really want to go to Paris? What happened to someplace tropical?"

"Thanks to my amazing hard work, I only have a year of school left and I also have a crap ton of money coming my way with Dani's album getting good buzz thanks to those YouTube videos she did and I've got some Britney Spears money coming in most likely. Maybe next summer when I'm done with school, you and I can go somewhere again."

Quinn stared out the window, but took Santana's hand.

"Pick a place then, S."

"What if we just went to France this time? Beaches and Romance."

Quinn smiled as she looked out the window.

"I'm there." She agreed.

They hadn't stayed with Judy or Santana's family because it still felt weird going home and staying with their parents even after all this time. It was much better just to get a hotel room and they'd been a little nostalgic by choosing the same hotel they'd spent their Valentine's night in all those years ago. Santana looked out the window as Quinn drove them toward the school. They hadn't been back in a long time. The school had been transformed since they'd left and Quinn and Santana often spoke with the rest of the group about how they felt at least partially responsible for McKinley's success.

"We're here." Quinn parked. Santana climbed out first and Quinn joined her. She took her hand and held her other one over it. "The first time I realized I was in love with you was February 14th, 2013."

Santana turned to face her. She lifted an eyebrow.

"Quinn, what's happening?"

"The second time I realized I was in love with you was the moment you proposed to Brittany." Quinn took a few steps into the grass. "It hit me like a brick wall. It was so final. You'd be with her forever and I'd never told you how I felt."

"Quinn?"

"The third time was when you kissed me when I first got to New York. I felt it then. It was so intense and perfect, but it wasn't the right time even though we both wanted it to be."

"Hey, this is nice to hear, but what is happening right now?" She turned toward her and put her hands on Quinn's arms, turning Quinn toward her as if to snap her out of something.

"By the time you and I actually got together, I'd realized over and over again that I was in love with you, but it took Rachel talking to me that day in the park to get me to really understand that you could love me in a way you've never loved anyone and that I felt the same way."

"Of course I love you in a way I've never loved anyone. I told you in L.A. We're different, Quinn. We always have been."

"You said it that night in my dorm room that you wanted us to walk into our reunion together and at the time, I thought that wasn't even a remote possibility, but here we are. I am madly in love with you, Santana Lopez." She paused and moved her hand toward Santana's cheek. "I am so proud of everything you've accomplished and I can't wait to see what else you do."
"Quinn, I've loved you for a very long time. Whether I realized it or not…" She put her arms around Quinn's waist. "I've wanted this with you." She paused again. "I can't wait to walk into that gym holding the hand of my fellow HBIC and show you off." Quinn smiled as Santana leaned forward and pressed their lips together. "Come on. Let's go. I wouldn't want to make Broadway Berry wait on us."

They entered the gym hand in hand and were immediately grabbed by Rachel who hugged them both. She'd been in L.A. for the past few weeks working on her first film. She'd brought Jesse with her for the reunion and he hugged them next. Kurt and Blaine were on the organizing committee. Quinn caught Blaine trying to rehang a banner that had fallen while Kurt wandered around with a clipboard and a headset.

"Who is he even talking to?" Santana whispered in her ear.

"No idea." Quinn replied.

"Hey Artie and Tina are here." Jesse motioned for them to join the group over by one of the tables.

"Hey guys." Rachel greeted.

"Hey." Tina hugged her and then made the rounds. "How's the movie coming?"

"Pretty good." Rachel responded. "It's a pretty small part so I'm almost wrapped, but I like the work."

"Speaking of movies…" Artie started. "I just finished working on the rough cut for a film I think is good enough for the festival circuit."

"Really? Nice." Jesse offered and shook his hand. "If you need any help with anything, let me know. I'm between directing gigs so I've got some time."

"That makes you sound unemployed, Jesse. His next job just doesn't start until next month, which is perfect because it gives us time to start planning the wedding."

"Ah yea, the wedding we're all invited to and will unfortunately have to attend." Santana remarked and placed her hand on Quinn's back and her head on her shoulder.

"I need a little more support from my maid of honor, Santana."

"She's supportive. She's just tired." Quinn defended her girlfriend. "She's been up late and then early sometimes working with Dani and Mark on the album."

"And I still came her to see all you crazy people." Santana winked at them. "Seriously, who is Kurt talking to on that thing?"

Everyone looked over at Kurt who was moving food around on one of the tables.

"Did he tell you yet?" Rachel asked Quinn and Santana.

"Tell us what?" Quinn questioned.

"He and Kurt are thinking about having a baby."

"What?" Santana stood straight up. "None of us are old enough to have one of those things."
"Santana, we're 23." Tina replied.

"Also, I kinda had one already." Quinn brought up.

Santana looked over and kissed her on the cheek.

"She says hi, by the way. I saw her the other day when Shelby came for lunch."

Shelby had moved to L.A. for work and Rachel had visited her a few times since she'd gotten there for the movie.

"She called me the other day so say hi. She asked what she was supposed to call me."

"What did you tell her?" Rachel asked her.

"Quinn. She has a mom."

"She asked me the same question." Rachel informed. "I'm technically like her sister, but not at the same time so I just told her to call me Rachel."

"Probably best." Quinn asserted.

"Hey guys." Brittany walked in behind them.

"Hey Brit." Santana greeted with a smile, but stayed where she was while Brittany hugged everyone in the group. "I brought a plus one." She motioned with her arm and Mercedes appeared with Sam in tow.

"What's up New Directions?" Mercedes asked and reached over to hug Rachel.

"Cedes, weren't you in Canada yesterday?" Rachel asked.

"Last show of the tour. Brittany and I rushed down here to make the reunion. I didn't want to miss you guys."

"Hey guys." Sam shook Artie's hand and then Jesse's. "Weird being back, huh?" She offered and then took Mercedes' hand.

"Um…" Santana pointed at the hand holding.

"We got back together." Mercedes explained.

"Again?" Artie asked.

"Once this place turned into an performing arts school, the football team that was already pretty terrible got worse." Sam started. "And they didn't need me so I went on tour with Mercedes as a guitar player and-"

"Fuck buddy?" Santana interrupted. "Oh wait. Forgot."

"I'm still waiting, yes." Mercedes reminded.

"But I'm cool with it. I'm older and wiser now and I don't want to lose her again."

"I hear ya there, trouty mouth." Santana looked at Quinn who smiled at her. "Brit, how's the tour been going for you?"

"I've liked being on tour with Mercedes and having Sam there has been great. It's kind of like a mini-reunion all the time." She explained. "I have missed you guys though." She smiled at Santana.

"We missed you too." Santana told her.

Kurt walked over to join the group.

"I'm going to strangle the bartender. He just offered me a Manhattan without the cherry. Who does that?"

"A Lima bartender." Santana offered up. She let go of Quinn and moved toward Kurt. "Can I borrow you for a minute, Hummel?"

"I have like 30 seconds and then I have to go strangle the DJ."

Santana winked at Quinn and pulled Kurt over to the side. Quinn tried to participate in the conversation, but she took a glance in their direction and saw Santana pulling something out of her purse. She handed it to Kurt, but the lights were so low and they were facing the side so she couldn't tell what it was. They returned to the group and Santana took Quinn's hands.

"Come on, blondie. You owe me a dance."

"Bye guys." Quinn was pulled toward the dance floor. "What was that thing you just handed Kurt?" Quinn prodded once they were away from the group.

"What thing?"

"I just saw you hand him something."
"Oh, that. He asked me to hold something for Blaine. It's like a bracelet or something. He wants to give it to Blaine later, but he was afraid he'd find it in their place if he hid it there." Santana pulled her onto the dance floor.

"Oh, okay. Weird."

"Yes, they are." Santana pulled her into her. "Dance now. Talk later." She ordered and rested her head on Quinn's shoulder.

After a couple of hours and several drinks, the gang was enjoying the night of memories. Rachel made a toast to Finn, whose giant picture hung up on one of the gym walls along with other photos of the students they graduated with. Kurt had taken a break since everything seemed to be going well and Blaine had joined them.

"Are you giving Blaine a bracelet?" Quinn leaned in to Kurt who was sitting next to her at a table while Santana was at the bar grabbing them both drinks.
"What? No. Even I'm not that gay."

"Santana said she was holding onto-"

"Oh, that?" Kurt looked over at Santana who was walking back from the bar. "Right. It's not a bracelet. It's…"

"What are you two talking about?" Santana sat Quinn's drink down in front of her.

"The bra-" Quinn started.

"Honey, do you want to dance?" Blaine leaned over to ask Kurt.

"Yes, let's go now." Kurt stood quickly and they were off toward the dance floor.

"What was that about?" Quinn asked no one really.

"No idea. So, can we talk more about this vacation we're taking?" Santana rested her hand on Quinn's thigh.

"Like next year? We need to talk about it now?"

"Kind of. I already bought the tickets."

Quinn's eyes got big.

"What? You bought tickets already?"

"Yeah, I used some of my upfront money from the Dani deal and some from my mom. I actually booked us hotel rooms too."

"Why? I don't-"

"We'll be gone for three weeks. Paris for one and then south of France for the other two. Beaches, bikinis, beautiful hotel rooms with large beds." Santana lifted her eyebrows.

"What's the occasion, San? I can't believe just booked a whole trip without telling me."

"I'm telling you now." She slid her fingers up and down Quinn's thigh. "I got the insurance, Quinn. My mom made me. Just in case."

"You told your mom about this, but not me?"

"When I saw her yesterday, I may have mentioned it. She told me to get travel insurance, which I didn't know was a real thing so I did."

Quinn smiled at her.

"We're going to France next summer?"

"Yes."

Quinn laughed.

"That's crazy."

"Not any crazier than you and me making this thing work."

Quinn leaned over and kissed her.

"I guess that's true." Quinn paused. "I'm going to the bathroom now. Please don't book any other trips while I'm gone." She stood.

"This is the only one I wanted to make sure we take." Santana replied and watched as Quinn walked toward the dance floor in the direction of the door.

"She gave it to you?" She heard Blaine ask Kurt.

They weren't dancing after all. They were standing near the door, but off to the side and neither of them had noticed Quinn was standing there.

"The ring? She gave it to us to hold onto so Quinn won't find it." Kurt replied.

"I can't believe she's actually going to propose."

"In Paris of all places? Who knew Santana was a romantic?"

"Quinn probably." Blaine added.

Quinn gulped and stood frozen.

"Think Quinn's going to say yes?" Kurt asked his husband.

"I think she'd say yes tonight if Santana asked her."

Quinn smiled at herself.

"Maribel gave her the ring. It's Santana's abuela's wedding ring."

"I thought she was going to buy one."

"She was, but Maribel offered this one instead."

"Why didn't she give it to her to give to Brittany?" Blaine inquired.

"I don't know." Kurt paused. "Maribel told Santana she knows her mom would want her to have it. I guess she told her that when she died last year."

"Where are we going to hide it?" Blaine asked him.

"Doesn't matter. It's Quinn, not Santana. Quinn doesn't go through our stuff every chance she gets."

"True." Blaine agreed.

"Lauren, come in." Kurt spoke into his headset. "I don't have time for this. Just fix it." He paused. "And Quinn Fabray does not care about you dating Noah Puckerman. Trust me." He leaned in and kissed Blaine. "Sorry, got to go. Lauren needs help with something."

Quinn stood still as he walked off in the other direction. She looked up and noticed Lauren on a similar headset to Kurt's pushing some small guy who apparently was a little drunk and needed a good talking too. Puck stood aside, dressed in his uniform and let her handle it. He met Quinn's eyes and smiled shyly at her. She smiled back at him and then looked over at Santana who was laughing at the table. She was going to propose to her next year. She'd planned the whole thing out. Quinn marveled at how brave Santana was for opening herself up to something like this again; to proposing and getting married. What Santana couldn't know is that Quinn already had a ring picked out for her. It was currently hidden in their apartment, but because Santana had a way of always finding everything Quinn tried to surprise her with, she had to go the extra mile. She bought a textbook on psychology she knew Santana would never read and cut out a section of the pages. It was painstaking labor to accomplish that task and then she slid the ring box inside the vacant space. She'd thought time and time again about when and how and where to give it to her. It was true that they'd been together a while and no one would say that it was too soon for them to get engaged at this point in their relationship, but she'd never known if Santana would want to get married again so soon after the first time. She figured she'd hold onto it until she knew the right time had come and then she'd find the most romantic way possible to propose to the woman she loved like no one before.

Santana looked over toward the door, probably assuming Quinn would be walking back through it, but Quinn had never left. She met Quinn's eyes and smiled a wide smile at her. Quinn smiled back and knew she was home. She'd always be home with Santana.

Now, she had a decision to make. Would she propose to her the moment they got back, in a month after planning just the right way to do it? Would she wait until Santana asked her next year in Paris since it already seemed she'd put a lot of thought into her plan and Quinn didn't want to take that away from her?

As she smiled back at her girlfriend, she knew it really didn't matter how or even when it happened. They were going to be together forever and she no longer felt like she had to plan the moment down to the smallest detail. Whether it was tomorrow, next year or five years from now, Quinn Fabray was going to marry Santana Lopez.

A/N: Thank you for all the reviews, favorites and alerts on this one and thanks for sticking around to the end even if you hated Taylor or thought Quinn was being stupid.