Baby Just Say Yes [1/4]

Mar 13, 2010 03:36

Title: Baby Just Say Yes
Pairings/Characters in this part: Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Quinn, Allison Fabray, Isabelle & Olivia Fabray-Berry
Rating: PG-13 all the way through for swears and mentions of sex
Length: ~5,200 for this part (13,700+ total)
Summary: When it is realized that neither Rachel and Quinn or Brittany and Santana are legally married Rachel and Santana secretly team up to rectify the situation.
Author's Note #1: *Puppy-verse #10* I have been working on this one for a while and I'm pretty glad to be done with it. I never intended for it to become the monstrosity that it has become but it did.
Author's Note #2: Because I know someone will probably point it out, I know my new icon is technically Heather/Naya & Lea/Dianna but I couldn't find any Glee pictures I was satisfied with so we're going to pretend that it's future!Brittana and future!Faberry and I'm going to again thank my wonderful friend citricfizz for making it for me.

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Puppy | My Girl(s) | Perfection | Decisions | Baby Love
Baby Love 2 | Slushies: The Next Generation | Little Gold Stars | Change

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--June 2020--
The summer after Isabelle and Olivia were born was an eventful one. It started when Allie got out of school and Brittany and Santana took her out for a girls’ day to give Rachel and Quinn a little peace and quiet. Well, as much peace and quiet as they could get with two-month-old twins. When Brittany and Santana brought Allie home the young girl kissed each of her sisters on the top of the head and smiled at her mothers mischievously before dropping to the couch and turning on the TV. Dorothy bound into the living room from upstairs and immediately curled up at Allie’s feet.

“What did you let her do?” Rachel asked. “She only smiles like that when you let her do something she’s not allowed to do.”

“Nothing we don’t normally let her do,” Santana said with a shrug. She dropped into the corner of the sectional couch and Brittany snuggled up next to her. Rachel and Quinn, each with a twin, remained in their places in the reclining seats next to them. “She asked…”

“I asked why they didn’t get married like Dad and Anna got married,” Allie cut in, glancing away from the TV for a moment.

“That’s a really good question,” Rachel said. She blinked a few times and looked at Quinn. “Wait, why aren’t we married?”

“Hold up,” Santana said, “you guys aren’t married? I thought you did that before we moved here.”

Quinn shook her head. “We were going to but we just kind of…forgot.”

“I’ve heard you say ‘wife’. Why the he-“ Santana glanced over at Allie, “heck, why the heck would you say that if you guys never got married?”

“It fits,” Quinn said with a shrug. “Sweetie, why don’t you go watch TV in your room so Aunt Santana doesn’t have a stroke from trying to watch her mouth.”

Allie shrugged and turned off the television. “I hear those words from Dad when he works on his truck anyways.” The young blonde jumped off the couch and Dorothy followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. Quinn rolled her eyes, Rachel made a mental note to call and yell at Puck later.

“Why aren’t you married?” Rachel asked, turning her attention back to Brittany and Santana.

“Nobody asked me,” Brittany shrugged. “I’d say yes though.” She nudged Santana and smiled.

“Why do we need a stupid piece of paper, babe? I’m good with the rings we got…with the diamonds that took a year to pay off.”

“Tax benefits, for one,” Rachel said. “With the majority of the states at least accepting all marriages performed whether they were in that state or not that means that there are several state tax benefits. And insurance benefits. You should know this, you went to law school.”

“I guess I didn't really think about it? I was focused on graduating and getting a job. Anyways, health insurance and all of that is already taken care of for both of us.”

“Well there’s co-signing leases, loans, powers of attorney…” Rachel turned back to the blonde next to her. “Why didn’t we think of this, Quinn?”

“I told you, we forgot. When we got here I was busy with school, you were auditioning. When I finished with school I was looking for a job and you were starting workshops on your show. Then we had more kids. We just didn’t think about it.”

“We should do it.” Rachel nodded. “We should get married. It would make things much easier in the long run.”

“Rachel Berry, is that seriously how you’re going to ask me to marry you? I don’t think so.”

Brittany nudged Santana again. “I wanna get married. You should ask me.”

Santana groaned. “Fine. Brit, you want to get hitched?”

Brittany looked over at Quinn. The other blonde shook her head. “S, you and Rachel have to do better than that.”

“Yeah,” Brittany said with a nod. “You can’t just ask. It has to be romantic. Like in the movies.”

“Are you serious? B, come on, we’ve been together for like ten years. Can’t we just go down to city hall and do it?”

Quinn poked Rachel in the shoulder. “I want roses and chocolate. If you can work strawberries in somehow that would be good.”

“I want to go to the park,” Brittany said. “With the ducks. And all the stuff Quinn said.”

“Feel free to collaborate.” Quinn smiled.

“Santana,” Rachel sighed. “When did we get so whipped by these two?”

Santana snorted. “Speak for yourself, Berry. I am not whipped. I…I was going to do all of that anyways.” The Latina crossed her arms over her chest and scowled.

Before Rachel could open her mouth to retort Isabelle started squirming in Quinn’s arms and the baby’s face scrunched up for her to gear up to start crying.

“Afternoon snack time,” Quinn said, glancing up at the wall clock. “Baby,” she cooed at Rachel. “Could you get me a bottle of water and a blanket, please?”

Rachel nodded and handed Olivia off to Brittany. “Come on, Santana.”

“What? Why do I have to get up?”

“Because you’re going to need help if you want Brittany to say yes.”

Santana growled and hoisted herself up off the couch. Rachel grabbed a light blanket from over one of the chairs and covered Quinn and Isabelle and the blonde situated herself to nurse the infant. Rachel pulled Santana to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Santana waited in the kitchen while Rachel helped get Quinn comfortable and make sure there was nothing else she needed. When Rachel returned to the kitchen she pulled a notebook and a pencil out of one of the kitchen drawers.

“Okay, Brittany wants ducks so of course you’ll take her to Central Park. You’ll need to pack a picnic basket, you can borrow ours since I doubt you have one. There is a chocolate shop near the theater that does amazing things with chocolate covered strawberries, I’ll give you their number.” Rachel pulled out her phone and scrolled through her phone book then started scribbling notes in the notebook, making lists of things Santana needed to do.

“Berry, it’s not that hard to please her.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “It’s not about that, Santana. It’s about making the moment special and memorable and filling it with as many clichés as possible but altering them to fit her. Now, for Brittany I suggest yellow roses instead of the traditional red because it’s her favorite color. Prepare her favorite foods, don’t worry about hot and cold things, the picnic basket we have has separate compartments for hot and cold and ice packs if you need them.”

Santana sighed. “Fine. When do I do it?”

“Well,” Rachel put down her pencil and lowered her voice, she glanced to the door connecting the living room and the kitchen before she spoke. “With Ohio having just passed legislation allowing same-sex marriage I’m thinking maybe you and Brittany could come with Quinn and me when we go to Lima to take Allie to Noah’s for the summer and do it there. That way everyone can be there. Most everyone from glee club is still in the area, if not within driving distance. There’s all of our families…It would be perfect!”

“You want us to do a double wedding? Berry, that’s lame even for you. Seriously.”

“It would be easier than doing two separate weddings! Think about it, Santana! Everyone would be all in one place and we could throw a big party after. My dads can start making reservations for a hall and outdoor venue since Brittany will want to be outdoors, I'm sure, and they can begin ordering flowers and getting caterers.”

“You’re insane. This is stupid.” Santana shook her head.

“Brittany will love the idea.” Rachel smirked.

“You can’t use that against me,” Santana hissed. “It’s not fair!”

“Listen, I will take care of all of the wedding plans. You won’t have to do a thing except tell me what you like and find a dress.” Rachel flipped the page of the notebook and started writing even more.

Santana let out a frustrated growl and started going through the refrigerator. “Yellow flowers. Tulips or something because, you know, yellow and Dutch,” she sighed. “She wants our song to be some old country song about ducks and she knows what dress she wants. Whether or not it’s still made or we can get it made in time, I don’t know.” She pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and hopped up on one of the bar stools at the island.

Rachel quirked an eyebrow up. “How do you…”

Santana looked down at the counter top and let a soft smile spread across her lips. “She has this scrapbook. I found it when I was going through stuff when I couldn’t find one of my jackets. It’s like, every single picture of the two of us that was ever taken and some stuff about glee club and in the very back pages are lists of stuff she wanted when she got married and pictures and magazine clippings.”

The Latina looked up at Rachel who was suppressing a huge grin.

“I’ll see if I can dig it out again so you can see but you cannot tell her I know about it. If we’re doing it this way then I want it to be a surprise. If she asks you about it just…tell her everything’s taken care of or something, got it?”

Rachel nodded. “I won’t tell Quinn, either. We’re leaving for Lima in a week. I’ll call the kennel and make reservations for the dogs.” She tore out the sheet of paper that had detailed instructions for Santana’s proposal and the Latina folded it and tucked it in her pocket. “I’ll try to schedule everything a week after we get there so we have time to set things up.”

Santana nodded and the pair went back to the living room to find Brittany carefully holding Isabelle over her shoulder and Quinn instructing her on how to properly burp the infant while she nursed Olivia. The two brunettes took their places on the couch and Rachel pecked Quinn on the cheek and the blonde smiled.

-*-*-*-*-*-

Santana was up early the next morning making phone calls and placing orders. She was glad the chocolate place Rachel had recommended was open on Sundays and she finally found a florist that was as well. She went through the spare closet and found Brittany’s scrapbook and tucked it into her big purse to take with her to Rachel’s theater. She thought about Brittany’s favorite foods and went through the kitchen cabinets to make sure she had what she needed while the blonde was occupied with Duck and Beauty and the Beast in the living room. Around eleven she checked her watch and headed for the front door with her bag.

“Hey B, I’ve got to go do something.” Santana grabbed her keys and slipped her shoes on. “Won’t take long.”

“Where are you going?” Brittany’s eyes lit up and she jumped up off the floor. “Can I come? Can Duck come?”

“It won’t take long, it’s no bit deal. Just stay here and play with Duck, she’s in a playful mood.”

Brittany whined.

“B, please baby. I’ll make macaroni and cheese when I get back, alright?”

The blonde grinned and she nodded furiously. She dropped back to the floor and started wrestling with her dog. The Latina smiled and slipped out the apartment door.

Santana hailed a cab to the chocolate shop. She’d ordered an assorted box of chocolate covered strawberries, she could never remember which chocolate Brittany liked best. She thought they were ridiculously expensive but she didn’t care because at least she didn’t have to mess with doing it herself. She walked the few blocks to Rachel’s theater and flashed her all-access pass to the security guard and made her way to Rachel’s dressing room.

“Hey Berry,” she said when she burst in without knocking. The brunette was leaned over her makeup counter shaping her eyebrows. “I’m in a hurry to get this done and over with. Can you take a break?”

Rachel groaned and dropped her tweezers. Santana pulled the scrapbook out of her bag and flipped it to the right page while Rachel led her to a photocopier.

“What are you doing for Q?” Santana asked while the photocopier was going.

“Just a little something tonight after we get the kids to bed.”

“You two are so old.” Santana smirked.

“What?! We’re the same age as you! Actually, I’m younger than all three of you!”

“Yeah, but B and I can go out and do whatever we want. We can do it whenever we want. You guys are all settled and crap. You’re totally old.”

Rachel scoffed and started making notes on the copied pages from the scrapbook with details Santana thought about that weren’t on any of the pages. The singer showed Santana how to properly use what she called a picnic basket but looked more like something from NASA with the shiny inside and multiple compartments and freezer packs and a glass dish that fit in the bottom.

When Santana got back to the apartment Brittany was standing at the kitchen table shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Santana peeked around her and smiled. The dozen yellow roses she’d ordered had come while she was out.

“Whatcha got there, B?”

“Nothin’…” Brittany turned around. Her eyes looked like she’d just got caught snooping at Christmas presents.

“It’s okay, babe, I ordered them for you. You’re allowed to look at them.”

Brittany jumped up and down and clapped her hands. “I love them! They’re yellow!”

Santana nodded. “Did you read the card?” She made her way around the blonde put the box of strawberries in the refrigerator and started digging around for a pan to start macaroni and cheese. She looked out the corner of her eye to watch Brittany snatch the envelope from its holder and read the card out loud.

“Go to the bedroom and put on your park clothes. I’ll come get you when we’re ready.”

Brittany put the card down on the table and looked at Santana curiously before sprinting to the bedroom, Duck following close behind. Santana chuckled and continued with the macaroni and cheese. She grabbed the spacebag and opened the compartment Rachel had indicated was for dry food. She packed the remainder of the Goldfish crackers that were in the cabinet along with a couple packets of Scooby-Doo fruit snacks.

“What else…” Santana mumbled to herself while the macaroni noodles boiled. She went through the cabinets and grabbed two bowls, silverware, napkins, and their stale bread bag from the freezer for the ducks. Brittany remained in the bedroom and Santana tried to hurry things along when the stereo started blaring signaling that the blonde was getting impatient.

Santana checked that the two ice packs were in their correct compartment then carefully put in the box of strawberries and two bottles of water. She finished up the macaroni and put it into the glass dish then secured it in the bottom of the bag like Rachel had shown her. She checked the rest of the space-bag to make sure she had everything and went back to the hall closet to get the blanket they always took to the park with them. When she was sure she had everything she went to the bedroom and knocked on the door.

“Hey babe, you can come out.”

The music stopped and the bedroom door flung open. Brittany had changed into her jeans and dance studio t-shirt and pulled her hair back and put on her “park shoes”. Santana led her out down the hall and grabbed their lunch. Brittany stopped when Santana opened the apartment door.

“Can we bring Duck?”

Santana almost growled but remembered what Rachel said about this being about Brittany and so she smiled. “Sure, B. Whatever you want.”

Brittany squealed and grabbed Duck’s leash that was hanging on the coat rack by the door. Duck barked a few times and jumped up and down in front of the just as excited blonde. Once Brittany got the leash attached they started their walk to the park.

When they got there Santana internally cursed the weather being beautiful that day and everyone and their brother wanting to be at Central Park. She started to complain out loud but Brittany’s eyes lit up when she spotted the perfect spot by the pond where plenty of ducks were on the water and out waddling around and so Santana put on her smile and slipped her hand into Brittany's free one.

While Brittany took the stale bread pieces closer to the water and enticed a few of the ducks out of the pond to come eat, Santana spread out the blanket close enough that Duck could lay down on one corner of it without being in their way. She pulled out their food and dished it up, she left the strawberries in the bag as a surprise for later. Brittany bounced back to the blanket with the empty bread bag in hand and she pet Duck a few times. The blonde smiled from eat to ear when the bowl of cheesy noodles was offered to her.

“It’s my favorite!”

“I know, B. I told you I’d make it for you.”

“Is today special? And where did you get the bag? We don't have one of those.” Brittany took a heaping spoonful of the yellow noodles and grinned.

“Just wanted to have a fun day, that's all. Berry let me borrow it when I told her I was thinking about taking you out today.”

“Oh, okay! It looks like it's from space.”

“That's what I thought, too.”

Santana tossed goldfish crackers into Brittany’s mouth between bites of macaroni and cheese, Duck got the ones that didn’t make it. When the bowls were empty and the crackers and fruit snacks were all gone Brittany started to get up but Santana grabbed her wrist and tugged her back down. She pulled the box of chocolate covered strawberries out of the bag and flipped open the top. Brittany looked down at the chocolate covered fruit and scrunched her face up then looked around.

“We’re in the park,” the blonde said.

“Yeah?”

“And you sent me roses today. And that’s strawberries and chocolate.”

Santana smiled and could almost literally see the wheels in Brittany’s head turning. “Yeah, that's right.”

“And yesterday I told you when you asked me to marry you that I wanted to be in the park with ducks and all that other stuff Quinn said.”

Santana leaned over the box and slipped her hand around the back of Brittany’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss. When she pulled away she rested her forehead against the blonde’s and smiled.

“Will you marry me, B?” she whispered.

Brittany nodded. “Yeah.”

-*-*-*-*-*-

Quinn’s phone rang late Sunday afternoon and she furrowed her eyebrows when she checked the caller ID.

“Hey Brit,” she said when she answered. She pinned her phone between her ear and her shoulder while she basted her roast beef and vegetables in the slow cooker.

“I’m getting married!” Brittany shrieked.

Quinn almost dropped her phone. “What!?”

“Santana asked me today! She took me and Duck to the park and she made macaroni and cheese and brought goldfish crackers and gummy snacks and we fed the ducks and there were chocolate covered strawberries and I said yes! Then we came back to the apartment and Santana got out the special toy box and my favorite--”

“Whoa, whoa,” Quinn cut her off. “Okay, B, I know you’re excited but don’t need the aftermath details. But she actually asked you?”

“Uh-huh!”

“That’s…that’s great, B!” Quinn blinked a few times to try and process the information. It had been less than twenty-four hours since they’d even discussed the possibility. “And…really quick!”

“I can’t wait! I’m so excited! S won’t talk about wedding stuff, she just keeps telling me we’ll deal with it later. You and Rachel totally have to be our maids of honor. And Allie has to be the flower girl!”

“Definitely, B.”

“I gotta go! Santana’s ready for a third round! Bye!”

Quinn rolled her eyes. “Seeya.”

Quinn ended the call and tucked her phone back into her pocket. Although she knew Rachel probably had a lot to do with it she was genuinely impressed with Santana. She smirked and shoved aside the twinge of jealousy she felt.

-*-*-*-*-*-

Rachel paced her dressing room with her phone pressed to her ear packing up her duffel bag after her show ended. She always seemed to leave something there during the week nights and she just let it accumulate until Sundays when she packed it all up to take home.

“Please let Allie answer,” she mumbled while the phone rang.

“Hi, Mom!”

“Oh thank God you answered!” Rachel shrieked. “Is Momma anywhere in hearing distance?”

“Yeah. We’re in the kitchen. Momma and me…” Rachel heard Quinn correct her in the background.

“Momma and I, Allie. I know you know your pronouns better than that.”

Allie growled. “Fine, Momma and I made roast beef for dinner. She let me cut up some of the carrots and she told me that I do better with a knife than you do because we didn’t have to go to the emergency room or anything. And I taught Dorothy to jump on command today! I’ll show you when you get home! Are you almost home? The show was supposed to be done already, right? Can I come see it before I go see Dad next week? Please, please, please?”

“That’s wonderful sweetheart,” Rachel said. She loved Allie with all her heart but the young blonde had definitely picked up Rachel’s knack for talking too much and on occasions like this it wasn't exactly helpful. “We’ll see about you coming to see the show next week, okay? Right now I need you to do something. I need you to go hide in the closet under the stairs and if Momma asks, tell her it’s none of her business.”

Rachel waited patiently and heard Allie and Quinn exchange a few words before there was silence and a shuffle.

“Okay, I’m here.”

“Wait a little bit.”

There was another silence then Rachel heard the click that signaled Quinn had picked up another phone.

“Quinn, hang up the phone,” Rachel said. “Now.”

“This scares me, Rachel. What are you plotting?”

“Hang up the phone, Quinn. It’s none of your business.”

Quinn growled and there was another click.

“Okay baby girl, I need you to listen to me really carefully and do exactly as I say, okay?”

“Okay Mom.”

“I need you to watch for my car tonight, okay? I’ll be home at the same time I’m always home but when you see me I need you to distract Momma. Ask her where babies come from or something like that.”

“I already know where babies come from. You did a power point presentation and it was really embarrassing and you e-mailed my health teacher to see if she wanted you to come in and do it at school, remember?”

“That was a perfectly valid suggestion! I had the resources and the material and I would have done it had you not protested by going on a hunger strike, Ms. Dramatic!”

“Momma and Dad and everyone else say I get it from you.”

Rachel groaned. “Just keep her occupied in the kitchen with the door shut, okay? If you do I promise I’ll take you to the theater all afternoon the day you come see the show.”

“Okay. Are you gonna ask her to marry you? Aunt Santana asked Aunt Brittany today and so they're getting married. Momma says its sweet even if you probably did tell Aunt Santana how to do it.”

“You’ll find out. I'm getting ready to leave here so keep an eye out, okay?”

“You so are!”

“I'll see you when I get home, Allie.”

Rachel waited a few minutes after she pulled in the driveway before going inside. She saw Allie scramble away from the living room window and took her time gathering up her duffel bag and the things she'd picked up on the way home. The living room was deserted and she smiled when she heard voices coming from the kitchen. She dropped her box of chocolate covered strawberries on the coffee table with the dozen pink roses before she hurried toward the voices. She was met with smiles from Allie and Quinn and the brunette pecked Quinn on the cheek and kissed Allie’s forehead. She went to the kitchen table and leaned over the bouncy seats the twins were settled in and smiled.

“How are all my girls tonight, hm?” Rachel cooed. She took Olivia’s tiny hand and the girl gripped onto Rachel’s finger. Isabelle kicked a few times and Rachel kissed the infant’s forehead.

“Santana proposed to Brittany but part of me thinks you knew it was going to happen,” Quinn said while she served up hers and Rachel’s dinners.

Rachel smiled and kissed the top of Olivia’s head. “Maybe I did.”

“Allie, go upstairs and shower while we eat dinner since you’ve already had yours.”

The young girl nodded and skipped out of the kitchen. Quinn looked at Rachel with her lips pursed and her arms crossed over her chest. Rachel just smiled innocently.

“Smells good, babe.” Rachel took a few steps toward the kitchen counter.

“Allie knows where babies come from already. So, the question is, why would she ask me immediately before you walk in the door? And why would she demand we, and I quote, ‘discuss it in the kitchen, because the atmosphere is more serious’?”

Rachel stepped back toward the door leading to the living room. “No idea. I’m hungry. Dinner? It looks delicious.”

Quinn lunged for the swinging door and Rachel caught her by the shoulders before she got to it. Quinn scrambled against the brunette’s grip and cursed waxing the kitchen floor the day before and her socks for not having grips on the bottoms.

“You’ll hurt the babies!” Quinn tried to argue.

“You’re not pregnant anymore!”

“You’ll tear my stomach open!”

“I’m not even holding onto your stomach and the doctor said you were healed up just fine!”

Quinn growled and stopped fighting against Rachel’s hold. Rachel pulled Quinn away from the door and to the kitchen table. The blonde pursed her lips again and glared at Rachel.

“I knew you were plotting something.”

“Let’s just have dinner, okay?”

The last time Rachel saw Quinn eat as fast as she did was the day before she went in to have her Cesarean with the twins and the blonde got a sudden craving for sesame chicken. Not just any sesame chicken. Rachel had to drive half an hour to get the sesame chicken from a Chinese place they frequently ordered from when they were living in the city.

“Done,” Quinn said, her mouth still full of roast beef. She dropped her fork to her plate and Rachel looked down at her own.

“I’m only halfway finished.”

“Finish later.” Quinn took her empty plate to the sink and dropped it in.

“But I love your roast beef, I want to eat it now.” Rachel took another bite and smiled.

Quinn walked back to Rachel and stared down at her. She crossed her arms over her chest and smirked. “I love sex but I can put that off for a really long time.”

Rachel's eyes went wide and she shot up out of her seat, Quinn gave a satisfied smile. The brunette pulled Isabelle up out of her bouncy seat and Quinn did the same with Olivia. Rachel led the way to the living room. The pair gently dropped to the couch and Rachel picked up the bouquet of pink roses and Quinn grinned.

“They're beautiful,” the blonde sighed.

“I'll put them in water later but first,” Rachel placed the flowers back on the table and flipped open the box of chocolate covered strawberries. She pulled one out, a dark chocolate covered one, and Quinn opened her mouth expectantly. The brunette rolled her eyes and brought the berry to Quinn's lips and the blonde took a good sized bite. Rachel giggled and kissed away the strawberry juice that was dribbling down Quinn's chin and up to her lips before finishing off the berry.

“I would’ve turned on the fireplace but it was too warm for that and I didn’t want to have to crank up the air conditioner. And I also would have gotten a bottle of wine but I’m pretty sure alcohol was number one on the ‘things you’re not allowed to consume while breastfeeding’ list.”

“What, is this a special occasion or something?” Quinn said with a smile. She reached forward and wiped off a small bit of strawberry juice from Rachel's chin and licked her finger clean.

Rachel swallowed hard and blinked a few times, her eyes too focused on Quinn's lips to remember her train of thought. She quickly shook the increasingly dirty images from her mind and went back to the monologue she had prepared.

“Quinn,” the brunette said, squaring her shoulders and kicking into her 'important speech' mode. She looked down at the two girls that she and Quinn were holding and sighed. “I know when we went on our first date that neither of us ever expected that we would end up here. I had my future planned out but I want you to know that what we have now, everything we've been through, I wouldn't trade it for the anything. Everything that has happened is infinitely better than anything I could have ever planned.”

“I know,” Quinn said softly. “I never expected it either.”

Rachel looked back up at Quinn and chewed on her lower lip. “Getting married isn’t just tax and legal benefits for me, I just want you to know that in case you had any misconceptions as to why I would ever want to marry you.”

Quinn nodded.

“I love you, Quinn. I’ve told you that every single day for years and everyone knows it. While I do regret not doing this when we first moved to the city I must say, I think now is a better time. It will be magnificent to have our three daughters there and I think that will definitely make the occasion more special.”

“There’s one problem,” Quinn cut her off. “I haven’t been asked.”

“I was getting there, silly.”

“Well sometimes you take a while.”

“Fine, I’ll skip the part about how amazing you are in bed and get right to it then.”

“I’ll remind you of it later.”

Rachel grinned and leaned over and pressed a kiss just below Quinn’s ear.

“Quinn Fabray, will you do me the honor of legally becoming my wife?” she whispered.

Quinn turned her head to the side to meet Rachel’s gaze and nodded. “Of course.”

Part 2

pairing: santana/brittany, rating: pg-13, pairing: rachel/quinn, length: 10000+, !glee, *puppy-verse

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