Her tight white dress flows behind her as she slowly floats down the aisle, more beautiful than ever. Her hairs tied up in a tight bun that accentuates her pretty face. The music stops when she makes it to the front of the church. As beautiful as she looks, I can't take my eyes off her more jaw-dropping maid of honor. Her hair is flowing down her shoulders and her long red gown shows off her body perfectly.

"She looks beautiful," Quinn whispers to me as Santana turns to face us in the pews.

"Stunning," I breath. I'm not sure if Quinn is talking about Santana or her mother because they're both beautiful. Even though this is Santana's mom's day, Santana is totally outshining her.

Mike looks as handsome as ever, too. He's one of the best older looking guys I've ever met. And he's super nice. His sweet vows confessing his love for Mrs. Lopez only make me like him even more.

I remember when we first met him, the night Santana and I told her mom about us. The night I asked Santana to be my girlfriend. More than three years later, it's still the best decision I've ever made.

The ceremony is beautiful. But maybe that's only because I watched Santana the entire time. She smiled at me every time someone mentioned the word love, which was about every five seconds because it's a wedding. Even when we are fifteen feet apart, a small smile from her still manages to give me butterflies.

After Mike and the new Mrs. Patten walk down the aisle as husband and wife, we rise and follow them to the reception hall. Santana meets us in the lobby.

"Quinn!" Santana smiles as they embrace. The girls haven't seen each other in a few months. Quinn went to Yale for school, yeah I know, who knew she was that smart. But she was all the way in Connecticut. We haven't seen her since Christmas break. Now that it's May and summer has started, we're all home again for a few months.

"You look amazing!" Quinn tells her. Quinn and I already had our small catch up while we waited for the wedding to start. Still, I haven't gotten to talk to Santana yet today. Not in person, at least.

"You too," she smiles. "I missed you!"

"You look beautiful," I chime in, wanting her to remember I'm there.

"You look beautiful," she coos back as she leans in and plants a soft kiss on my lips.

No matter how many times we kiss in public, it still gives me the same rush. It's the second best feeling in the world, showing the world how lucky I am to be with Santana and showing the world the love we share. The first best feeling in the world is being in love with Santana, of course. Or maybe being loved by her. I can never decide.

"You two," Quinn smiles, "as adorable as ever."

"Zip it, Fabray," Santana fake snaps. "I'll meet you guys inside!" She says as she rushes into the reception hall.

"Three and a half years next week," I tell Quinn as we watch Santana walk away.

"Brit!" She smiles as she places a hand on my back. "That's incredible."

"What's incredible is how I still feel about her. And how much it grows everyday."

"I'm so envious of you two," she admits as we start to walk towards the big ballroom. "Was this year hard?" She asks. As much as Quinn and I texted and skyped this year, deeper talks like this were the ones we knew we would talk about in person.

"You know, it was, but at the same time it wasn't. Anytime we're apart-five days of five minutes-is hard. I mean, we were barely an hour away. And we made sure we spent every weekend together, alternating whose dorm. The fall was hard, with both of us cheerleading and everything, but most of the time it was a home game so we could easily visit after the game. If either of us had an away game on the weekend we'd drive halfway and meet up sometime during the week. We never went a week without seeing each other. We just- we couldn't do it. And with Skype and our phones and stuff, we were able to take care of missing each other most of the time. But still, there was-"

"The physical stuff," Quinn smiles as I start to trail off.

"Exactly," I smile.

"How did your friends all react to her? Did you tell them?"

"Heck yeah," I say. "I wasn't going back in the closet with her. My roommates brother was actually gay, so she was totally supportive of it and gave us plenty of privacy when we needed it. It was nerve wracking, because University of Dayton is a really Catholic school, but most of my friends were totally cool with it. If they weren't, we didn't really stay friends," I shrug.

"What about Santana?"

"Well, I think at first some of her cheerleading Squad was a little worried. You know, like oh Santana's gonna have a crush on me. The same way the Cheerios first reacted to us," I tell her, remembering their reactions.

We first came out to the glee club. They obviously were totally cool with it, being in glee club and all. Plus, they'd seen it all with Kurt and stuff. That was the easy part. But then, little by little, we started telling our friends. Quinn helped most of the cheerios understand it and almost all of them thought we were cute and were happy for us. Unfortunately, there were some girls who weren't as cool with us. Some started calling us names and saying rude stereotypes, but once Santana got her confidence with us, she brought out her bitchier side and shut them up for good. It was pretty hot. Also, Coach Sue cut like three freshman girls our senior year because they called us the F word and accused us of checking them out in the locker room. Coach really supported us, but she made a no sexy time policy on any trip. We weren't allowed to room together, either. That part sucked.

Our families, though, were totally accepting. That's why I like Mike so much. He never even questioned Santana and mine's love. He respected it so much. My mom loves Santana. So does Chris. Chris might actually be in love with her.

"Some of her squad were a little uncomfortable, I think. But then she sort of became like a celebrity. Ohio State's huge, too, so I think they all saw more and more different things and different people and became more accepting of everything in general. They wanted to know everything about us. How we worked. How we did stuff. How Santana treats me. How to be a good girlfriend. Whenever I'd visit they always wanted to see me. They wanted to see us," I tell Quinn. "It was kind of funny."

"That's great," Quinn smiles as we take our seats. "I'm really proud of both of you," she smiles. "I know how hard it was for you guys. But it's so amazing seeing you this happy."

It was hard. But at the same time, it was one of the easiest things I've ever done. Because it felt so right the whole time. It was like I knew I had to do it. At McKinley, it was harder to tell people than to actually deal with the consequences. Mostly, it was okay. Girls were weirded out sometimes but the worst they do is talk about you behind your back. But boys we're a lot easier to deal with. Boys get uncomfortable when guys are gay because it makes them insecure or something dumb, but when girls are they think it's hot. If anything, it's just annoying. For the first few months, guys always asked us to make out in front of them. Because we respected our relationship and our love and ourselves, we didn't do it. They'd always make comments like, "you're both so hot" or "I'd be gay for one of you too." It was kind of disrespectful, but it was better than being bullied out of the school. Plus, the people we really cared about, the kids in glee, they were awesome about it.

"Hi everyone," Santana smiles as she speaks into the microphone. We all look up at her standing behind her mother and new stepdad. "So, I'm not good with speeches or feelings, but I think I've gotten a little better," she smiles at me. She sure has. When I first met her she ran away after we kissed. Now she loves professing her love for me. It's on of her favorite things to do.

"First, I want to start by saying congratulations to my mom and Mike!" Everyone cheers along with her.

"After everything you've been through," she says to her mom, "I couldn't think of a more deserving person to get a guy like Mike. Mike, I want to thank you for everything you've done for us, especially for her. It's been amazing getting to know you, and I've never seen someone treat their love like you do. It's so admiring. You're both amazing people and deserve nothing but happiness. I can't imagine life without you mom. You've done so much for me and I'm so glad you finally get to experience the fairytale love you deserve. I'm more than happy to share you with someone as amazing as Mike. I wish you nothing but love and happiness. To my mom and Mike!" She toasts. Everyone takes a sip after they clink glasses.

Then Mrs. Lopez, well Mrs. Patten now, stands up and takes the microphone from her flawless daughter.

"Thank you, honey," she says as they hug. "But before we continue, I want to take a minute to say something. I want to thank you, Santana," she smiles. "For so many things. First, thank you for sticking by my side. Through everything. I lost my first love, but our relationship grew deeper than ever and I'm so grateful for that. Thank you for being so supportive. For being responsible. For getting a college scholarship," she laughs and everyone joins in with her. "But most importantly," she says as the laughter subsides, "you taught me something that changed my life. I don't know how many parents get to say this, but I'm so glad I do. Watching you fall in love truly taught me how to love again. What you and Brittany share, it's unlike anything else I've ever seen. And you showed me when I needed it most that there is love after love. And after you told me that, I met Mike. We started off slow," she smiles at him, "but after seeing you be so brave and fearless, falling was easy. One of the easiest things I've ever done. So I want to thank you. And Brittany," she smiles at me and I'm pretty sure there's a tear sliding down my face as well as hers. "To love!" She toasts. Everyone toasts along with her and cheers.

Santana joins us at our table after the toast.

"I'm sorry about her," she giggles, a little embarrassed.

"That was beautiful," I smile.

"You're beautiful," she teases as I roll my eyes.

"That was a great speech, Santana!" My mom's voice comes from behind as she hugs Santana.

"Oh, thank you!" She smiles.

"Good job, 'Tana," Chris smiles. Chris is almost thirteen now but I still think of him as a young eight year old lively boy.

My mom pats my shoulders as she takes Chris out on the dance floor.

"He got so big!" Quinn says of Chris.

"I know," I laugh. "Almost got himself a girlfriend last week," I tell them. "He chickened out though. I told him he has plenty of time, no rush." They both laugh.

"How's he doing?" Quinn says softer. "With your Dad and everything."

I shrug.

Last month my Dad finally got out of his rehab lockdown. He was only supposed to be there for a year, but after being evaluated a few times they decided to keep him longer. He wasn't mentally stable enough they decided. It was hard on my dad though because that took him out of the real world for like three years. So now he's lost. He's sober, but it has only been a month in the real world. I guess my trust still isn't there, but what do you expect?

"We only saw him once," I admit. "At the family counseling meeting. It was strange," I confess. "I mean, we hugged when we saw him. And we all cried. And we were happy. But at the same time, it made me so nervous. It was like I was holding a gun to my foot and only I could pull the trigger. I felt like I was setting myself up to be hurt again and I could easily get out of it if I cut him out. But I know it's ridiculous. I just need time. And just because I was happy to see him and happy to know he's okay, it doesn't mean I'm ready to see him. I'm not ready to have a relationship. I need to slowly build the trust back. And that's what Chris told me. He said he doesn't even know his dad, so how is he supposed to just act like everything is okay," I shrug again. "But at the same time, it's only been a month. So as much as I'm doubtful, I have a lot of hope," I smile.

"So do I," Quinn smiles as she squeezes my leg.

"So Sam?" Santana asks Quinn when it's clear I don't want to talk about it anymore. I give her a grateful smile.

Quinn smiles. "It's summer so we'll definitely be seeing each other. We tried to make it work this year, but he was in Virginia," we nod in acknowledgement. "We decided it was too much. We talked all the time though. I missed him a lot. And we're both still single. So who knows," she smiles bigger.

"Summer romance," I sing.

Suddenly the song changes and a familiar tune starts playing.

"Oh my God," Santana breaths as she jumps to her feet. My heart starts beating insanely fast when I hear the tune.

I look up to her softening eyes and smile.

"Brittany, may I have this dance?" She asks with a coy smile.

Bon Jovi's You Had Me From Hello starts playing, the song I asked Santana to dance to at our first date at midnight under the moon. Chills run all through my body and the butterflies only Santana knows how to make come out fill my stomach.

"Of course," I smile.

"Oh my gosh!" Quinn fangirls as she remembers the song I chose that night.

We walk out to the dance floor, hand in hand. We watch her mom and Mike dance for a little less than a minute before we join in. Soon enough a few other couples join us on the floor.

Santana wraps her arms around my neck as I pull her closer by the waist.

"What are the chances," Santana grins.

"There are billions of songs out there," I smile, "and they chose our song as their wedding song."

We both giggle a little as we press our foreheads together.

We sway back and forth as my grip tightens around her waist.

"I love you," she whispers.

"Forever," I smile back.

Santana reaches down to her neck and lifts up the necklace I gave her the night I asked her to be her girlfriend. She flips it over to show the the engraving, as clear as ever.

"Forever," she whispers back before leaning in to press her lips to mine.

I take her lower lip in mine and like she has so many times before, Santana takes my breath away.

"Here's to an amazing summer together," she says as she pulls away.

"No," I say. Santana's hips stop moving as she stares back shocked. "Here's to an amazing life together," I smile. Santana's grin matches mine immediately as she leans back in to kiss me, her hands cupping my cheeks.

"A lifetime together," she smiles, "Forever."

Hi everyone! I hope this suffices for an epilogue! I've never done one of these before, so I'm sorry if it wasn't what you wanted!

But now I can fully focus on my new story. It's called Alone With You if you want to check it out.

Again, thank you SO SO much for reading the story. It means so much to me and it's crazy that you all liked it so much!

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