Santana could hear the roar of the crown even through the thick cement walls of the stadium. She knew something good was happening on the football field above her and that had to be a good sign.

Maybe Karofsky landed one of those killer tackles he had become famous for or the offense was running up the score. But anything to keep the stadium happy, a happy stadium would make this whole process easier.

Right?

She looked over herself in the mirror again and adjusted the diamond necklace. It looked a little out of place over her #97 Cleveland Browns jersey but she had to wear it, especially tonight.

Not to mention it was the most expensive piece of jewelry she owned, minus the one thing that hung heavy in her jean pocket, but that one wasn't for her.

It's not like she didn't like pretty things or she didn't appreciate the one's she had but she didn't really have the extra cash to spend on such things, not when she was living on the meager salary as the director of a non-profit organization. Your Team was doing amazing but it was the difference they were making that mattered not the donations they were pulling in, in the past five years Your Team had grown nationwide, the Lima was just the main headquarters, there were headquarters in New York, San Francisco and they were just looking for a new building for the Austin branch.

And those were just mainly the fundraising headquarters. They had smaller, more vital offices in smaller towns that seemed to have a spike in gay bullying and suicides. After politicians drove Love Can Win out of Lima, they were tracking Father Gerry's progress and making sure to set up portable offices in neighboring towns or even streets if possible just to give the gay and questioning youths another option.

And it was working.

They also were just implementing a new program to educate parents. The best way to prevent depression and suicide of LGBT youth is to give them a strong base, give them someone they could talk to, someone that could support them. Someone that's willing to listen and understand.

The program has done a lot. New satellites are opening up along the Bible belt and Santana had been running around like mad this past year traveling to Tulsa, Jacksonville, Charlotte and Nashville to make the way for new offices to support the youths in religious communities. She's also been making tours to give speeches and making news and radio appearance to talk about Your Team's work around the country. She doesn't really know how Brittany has put up with her constant absences and the way she gets snappy when she gets stressed. Brittany has always been there with Santana's favorite dinner or her favorite movie, ready to give Santana a massage after a hard day.

Santana still can't believe what she did to deserve such a person. She's never been happier in her life and she hopes Brittany stays with her forever.

That's what this is all about.

There's another roar of the crowd, Santana can barely hear the bathroom door squeak open. She looks up to find Kurt smiling at her.

Santana swallows her spit and looks back at the mirror. The last thing she needs is for Kurt to notice how much of a wreck she is.

"I would tell you that this is a women's bathroom." She says. "But you're close enough."

She can see Kurt still smiling from the corner of her eye.

"Nervous?" He asks instead of responding to Santana's comment.

She should have known better. Kurt had learned to see through remarks like that a long time ago.

Santana runs her fingers along the rainbow cross she still wears everyday.

"Proposing to my girlfriend in front of millions of fans." Santana adjusts her hair in the mirror. "Why in the world would I be nervous about that?"

"A stadium holds less that a hundred thousand people." Kurt says.

"Still." Santana refuses to look at Kurt, instead she adjusted some imaginary flyways on her head.

"You look great." Kurt said. "You're going to do fine. We've practiced over and over again."

Santana rolls her eyes at the thought. She only practiced so much because Rachel Berry made her. Though she'll never admit to it to her but she's kind of thankful that she could probably sing this song in her sleep.

"We should probably get you ready." Kurt pulls gently at Santana's arm. "The halftime show is about to start."

Santana lets Kurt pull her towards the entrance.

There's a fog machine and fireworks and there's some shit that's on fire while Rachel performs that one hit wonder that people barely remember her for and hate her for making.

(Seriously who needs another stupid song to get suck in their head?)

But the crowd is cheering nonetheless and Santana can see her girl dancing along side Rachel, her blue eyes are bright even in the smoke of the latest techno display and she's smiling her wide happy smile.

Santana can't help the pang of pride that tugs in her heart.

Kurt pushes her towards the stage entrance before she has time to recover from her temporary trance. She takes a few steps forward and hears Rachel's voice booming through the stadium once the song comes to an end.

(The last thing this girl needs is a microphone connected to a stadium's subwoofers.)

"I have a couple of friends that want to perform a little number for someone special. I hope you guys are okay with that?"

Santana can hear the stadium erupt and assumes that's a yes when she takes her first step on stage. She walks across and finds Brian entering from the other side, strumming that familiar tune on his guitar.

They meet in the middle of the stage. Any doubt that Santana felt leaves her the instant she finds Brittany's eyes.

She opens her mouth to sing.

"You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust."

She knows there's an entire stadium of people watching and listening to her but she also knows that she doesn't care, this is for Brittany, this entire thing was about Brittany and Santana can't take her eyes off her even if she wanted to.

"You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new"

She finishes up the song and can barely hear the way the stadium erupts when she drops to one knee and pulls a small black box out of her pocket. She sees the tears that have been threatening in Brittany's eyes finally break through. Two small tears fall down Brittany's cheeks as Santana begins to speak.

"Brittany Susan Pierce, Will you-" Santana starts.

"Yes." Brittany interrupts. "Of course yes." Santana lets out a sigh of relief before she slips the engagement ring over the ring finger of the hand Brittany offers her.

"I love you." Brittany says.

Her lips envelope Santana's before she can respond. It doesn't matter though, Brittany knows, Brittany's always known.

/* Author's Note:

So That's it guys.

I'm really sad to see this fic go. It will always hold a special place in my heart.

Some amazing stuff has happened to me since that start of this fic and I'm so happy I had all of you to be a part of it. I inadvertently met my G/F though this story. (She was a reader) and I've come out to a couple of friends since it all started. It's been an amazing journey for me.

This story started out as a characterization of a friend of mine and a day dream during a visit to Las Vegas and it turned into so much more. I put a lot of research into some of the events in this story (Sadly many of them are true) and learned just how varied experiences for different members of the LGBT community can be. I've very lucky to life in NYC and to have got to such an LGBT friendly college and it has made this process easy for me.

And for all of you that have reached out to me or review or sent me messages, I read and appreciate every single one of them. I lead a very busy life so I might not respond to you all but I read all of them and I just want to thank you guys for your kind words throughout this fic and your hounding when I didn't update (because it really made me come back and finish for you guys).

And for all of you out there still struggling with the bridge between sexuality and faith just remember that there cannot exist a God that prohibits one person from loving another, it's man's ignorance that attempts to do that.

But never let that stop you because love is your greatest gift to give.

Thank you for reading my fic and for all the wonderful words of encouragement.

if you want to follow me on my tumblr (diablovixen . tumblr . com) I'm going to be working on my other stories (Down With the Sickness and The Miserables) and if your interested in any of those you should follow them!

Have a Nice night and remember Brittana is always on

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