A/N: I do not own Glee, Sebastian or Santana.

I can't believe this is actually it. This story has meant the world to me and I can't believe I'm finally saying goodbye. But of course, I couldn't without formally thanking the following people for their constant support and wonderful reviews:

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You guys are the best. And to each person who reviewed thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I hope you've enjoyed this story as much as I have and after you read this epilogue, maybe you could pop me a little review in the box & tell me your favourite bit?

Thanks again :D

Santana sat in the wicker rocking chair and cradled her little baby girl. She heard the door slamming shut and her ears pricked up for the sound of his voice. He didn't speak, but she heard the familiar way his footsteps climbed the stairs. The door swung open and her husband stepped into the room.

He was tall, with thick bronze waves shining on his head and deep green eyes sparkling at the sight of her. He put his briefcase down on the floor by the door and undid the top button of his shirt, loosening his tie.

"Happy anniversary, sweetheart," Sebastian said, moving into the room and kissing Santana lightly on the mouth.

"Happy anniversary," She replied beaming up at him.

"I got you something," Sebastian said, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket.

"I thought we agreed we weren't doing gifts." Santana whined reproachfully, rolling her eyes and giving Sebastian a judgmental look.

"It's just a little something!" Sebastian argued defensively, bringing 'it' out of his pocket.

It turned out to be a small sheet of paper.

Santana snorted as Sebastian held it out to her, saying innocently,

"First anniversary is paper, isn't it?"

Santana curled her lip, letting out a heavy sigh and took the piece of paper from him, muttering 'thank you' and shaking her head with a wry smile.

"Open it," Sebastian instructed, leaning up against the wardrobe, crossing one leg over the other and folding his arms.

Santana unfolded it, using only one hand, for the other was holding tightly onto the sleeping baby in her arms – a honeymoon baby, she had been sure of it.

Written on the sheet, in Sebastian's looping scrawl were a few short words.

I love you.

"I mean it," Sebastian told her, smiling happily down at his wife and little María in her arms. "Both of you."

She had given him the best gift this time last year and it was a gift neither of them had expected to receive. Since then, the presents and the joys just kept coming.

And Sebastian was sure they would continue to until his heart stopped beating with love for Santana Lopez.

And that was a show in which the curtain would never fall.

FIN.

Oh! And if you liked this, look out for another Sebtana one-shot I may or may not be posting as a farewell gift ;)