A/N: So hard to end this guys. I didn't know how I was going to do it, so I just whipped this out of nowhere. I hope it's good. I started those other two stories and I have high hopes and plans for them, and I figured I should end this before I forget about it and make you wait a month for the last chapter. I hope you guys liked this story! Please read It's Nothing and Brittana On The Bachelor ((If you can't read anything with Bram, please do not even consider reading the last one, because I get that some people can't handle it and I'm tired of hearing that so save your time (: ))

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Epilogue

Santana's POV

Santana's head was laying against Brittany's bare, toned torso. Long fingers played with the Latina's dark hair, and they laid there on their bed. It was theirs. No more "My apartment" or "your apartment". It was their apartment.

It'd been three months. Three month since that "stupid" accident that had turned out to be not-so-stupid after all. Two months and two weeks since they'd officially gotten together. They were both so crazily in love, and there wasn't a soul who didn't know.

Puck had come back a few weeks after they told him, to see if they were still together, and Brittany had done a pretty amazing job running it through his mohawked head that they were in love. Santana chuckled to herself as she remembered.

"You can't say that you love Santana. You're not allowed anymore! If I ever hear you saying that ever again, near me or her, I swear!" Brittany had exclaimed, to Puck's surprise. "People will forever hear the story of how Noah Puckerman lost his―"

Santana had cut her off there when she'd been yelling at Puck, because she didn't want to start anything too major. However, knowing what Britt was going to say gave Santana another chuckle.

"What, babe?" Brittany asked softly, twirling her fingers through dark, soft strands of hair.

"I was thinking about a few weeks after we told Puck off, and you were threatening him," Santana answered, amused. Brittany giggled, her tummy bouncing up and down, making Santana's head move as well. The brunette giggled too.

"I guess it finally kicked in after that," Brittany pointed out. Santana smiled as she turned her head slightly so that she could see bright blue eyes.

"At least you didn't have to kick him," she pointed out. Brittany raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously? It would've been so much better if I'd gotten to kick him... maybe in a not-so-appropriate place..." Brittany narrowed her eyes as she smirked. Santana laughed, smirking as well.

"If he ever comes back, you have my blessing to do whatever you want to him... just... not something that would get you sent to jail. Because... then you'd have to leave," Santana muttered. Brittany sat up on the bed, and the head of brown hair that had been on her stomach now fell down into her lap.

Santana didn't mind. Now she could look straight up into the gorgeous blue eyes she loved so much. "I would never leave you, babe."

"Good," Santana hummed, holding back a grin. She closed her eyes, and Brittany's fingers continued to run through her hair. "Britt... I have to tell you something."

"Good or bad?"

"Amazing," Santana assured her girlfriend, a grin spreading across her face. "Sugar's dad, Mr. Motta, just opened a new store. Motta's Clothing Store wasn't ever very popular, so he was going to sell it. But, Sugar suggested to him that he should just give it to me... Brittany, I'm going to own Motta's Clothing Store!"

"Santana, that's amazing!" Brittany exclaimed, beaming down at her girlfriend. "San, this is going to be perfect."

"What?" the Latina asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

"Our life together. You're going to own a store, I'm going to, hopefully, become a professional dancer and we're... we're..." Brittany stopped talking, and she looked at little troubled.

"Brittany, we've been together for just three months," Santana started. Brittany bit her bottom lip, looking embarrassed. "We're not going to rush to anything, Britt, but one day I'm going to marry you. I'm going to marry you and we're going to have a family and we're going to be... be..."

"Perfect," Brittany finished, a sweet expression on her face. Santana returned the look and nodded.

"We'll be perfect. Okay? We're perfect right now, too, but perfect will get even more perfect. Until then, we'll be what we are right now. Girlfriends, together and in love. Okay? Our life together will be amazing," Santana promised. Brittany smiled finally and nodded.

"Can you even believe it all?" Brittany asked, taking Santana's hand and squeezing it.

"Hm?"

"You were heartbroken, so you went and had a few drinks too many and we had that... accident, for lack of better words, and now we're together. It's hard to believe," Brittany muttered with a smile.

"I believe it," Santana promised, smiling slightly. "It was love by accident, but it's the best kind of love."

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