I found my heart in Boston...

[smtmescrimepays]

Who: Santana and Lola

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[ultimatecatch22]

Santana grinned and dropped the manuscript, cupping Lola's face before her fiancé - her fiancé - could sneak to the other side of the bed. She kissed the blonde slowly, licking at Lola's bottom lip for entrance.

"Hi, gorgeous," she breathed out as she pulled away.

[smtmescrimepays]

Moaning softly, Lola pulled back from the kiss with a bright grin. "Hey...how about you put that work away and spend some time with me?"

[ultimatecatch22]

"As if you even had to ask. This... writing, if you can even call it that, is making my brain bleed out my ears." She grinned at Lola and slid her arms around the blonde's waist. "I'd spend a lifetime with you."

[smtmescrimepays]

"You're ridiculously cheesy sometimes," Lola said as she slid her glasses on. "You're lucky I enjoy cheese so much." She opened the laptop and booted it up. "What the story about anyway?"

[ultimatecatch22]

Santana shrugs. "Who knows. There's a girl who loves a girl who loves a guy who loves what I think is being described as some time of fantasy animal." She moved behind Lola, one leg on each side of Lola's body, propping her chin up on the blonde's shoulder. "Sexy glasses." She pressed a kiss against the skin under her mouth. "I thought you wanted to spend time with me, not on your computer," she whined.

[smtmescrimepays]

Lola leaned back, sighing as she settled against the warmth of Santana's body. "These are sexy glasses." The blonde pulled up the schedule she'd been setting up for herself and turned her head to the side so she could get a better look. "I do. I want to talk about wedding stuff."

[ultimatecatch22]

Santana shuddered and faked a gag. "Wedding stuff?" She grinned. "Idea. Let's just run away to Vegas, get hitched in puesdo-Elvis clothing and send your mom a mug with our pictures on it."

[smtmescrimepays]

"Well we could, but then I'll just be a widow a week into our marriage. If that's what you really want, we can do it." Lola said with an exaggerated sigh.

[ultimatecatch22]

Santana dropped her head back against the pillows on the bed. "I would die. A slow painful, tofu-induced death."

"Fine," she sighed, reaching around Lola's waist to tap at the keys on the old Macbook. "Wedding stuff. Go."

[smtmescrimepays]

"Well...do you know where you want to get married? I mean are we getting married here? Do you want to go back to Ohio? I wouldn't mind that. I was born there too. I also wouldn't mind going back to San Francisco. What do you think?" She'd been thinking about this since Santana asked.

[ultimatecatch22]

She could hear the hint of excitement in Lola's voice and she inwardly groaned. She hadn't thought about where they should get married. "What's your Number 1?"

[smtmescrimepays]

"Oh no, Santana Lopez, I'm not making this decision for you. You tell me." She let her hands rest on smooth, tan thighs and turned back to the computer.

[ultimatecatch22]

Santana pouted. "I want to get married wherever you want to get married. All of your friends are in San Diego."

[smtmescrimepays]

"Most of them are still in San Francisco, but they'll travel. So, pick." Lola wasn't backing down. She didn't want to be the only person making the decisions about this wedding.

[ultimatecatch22]

"San Diego, San Francisco," Santana mumbled to herself. "All of my family is in Ohio. So, we could fly your mom out, and whoever you wanted from California..."

[smtmescrimepays]

"Is your family not coming?" Lola frowned. She knew Santana wasn't close to her relatives, but she hadn't actually considered that they wouldn't be in attendance.