Okay, this is officially the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)

Just a little fun reminder - I do not own Glee. I just have fun making up my own stories with my favourite characters involved!

Chapter 17

Quinn walked out of the small walk-in closet, placing an earring in her ear, her eyes widening when Santana walked out of the en suite, dressed and ready for their night out, wearing a black corset that squeezed her boobs together, the bottom resting just above her belly button showing off the very defined six pack she worked hard to maintain almost every day. The revealing top paired with white jeans that hugged her ass just right.

Quinn cleared her throat, clasping the back of her earring on and finally fully appreciating Santana's appearance, "Santana, you look, you look sexy, but where's the rest of your shirt?"

Santana turned and looked in the mirror, a small smirk on her lips as she tousled her wavy hair, "Funny, Q, but this is it." Soon she spun around, her smile growing at the sight of Quinn, who was wearing a backless, pencil V-neck halter dress, appreciating the fact that the blonde decided not to wear a bra. Even though her skin was fair, she had a nice hint of a tan glowing on her skin having spent a lot of time outside this summer, it complementing the colour of the dress perfectly. And ever since they moved in together Santana started cooking them healthy meals, the few pounds that Quinn had gained that made her juicy according to Santana, now gone and you could faintly make out the toned muscles in her biceps and back.

"Damn, Q." Santana walked over to her, making sure she checked out the front and back, "You are killing those squats." She whistled and reached out, finally pulling their bodies close, her hands running down to rest on her ass, giving it a proud squeeze.

Quinn let out a low laugh, her arms coming up to wrap around Santana's neck, they both wearing heels that matched the same height. "Thank you?"

Santana brought her hands up to Quinn's lower back, her expression turning into a serious one as she honestly said, "You seriously look beautiful, Quinn."

"Thank you, Santana." Quinn smiled, rewarding her with a quick kiss, "You are gorgeous too and tonight you look..." She slightly pulled back to check Santana out again, her eyes shamelessly stopping at her chest, unconsciously licking her lips, a small moaning rumbling in the back of her throat as she replied, "You look voluptuous."

Santana grinned, "Just think, soon you'll have the rest of your life to play with these ladies."

"And this one." Quinn decided to add in, her hand sneaking down to grab Santana's ass.

Santana squeaked with pleasure, leaning into Quinn some more, "Sometimes I can't tell if your an ass or boobs girl."

"Let's just say that I enjoy all of you." Quinn smirked with a wink.

"Mmhm, you know that they say?" Santana hummed as she dipped her head in, her lips hovering over Quinn's, "Flattery will get you everywhere."

Quinn leaned in the rest of the way to connect their lips, her tongue seeking out Santana's right away, not caring at this point if their freshly applied lipstick was going to be smudged, she would happily take a few extra minutes to fix herself up if she could share a moment kissing her fiancée.

"Knock, knock!" Kurt cheerfully announced, clasping his hands together as he stood at the threshold of their bedroom, "I hate to interrupt, but the limo has arrived and we have party favours to dress you two in."

Quinn pulled back, her head automatically tilting to the side when Santana ignored the intrusion and began to plant kisses along her neck, "Party favours?"

Rachel stood next to Kurt and eagerly nodded with a smile. "They're downstairs. Hurry up because Chloe and Tina started doing shots and we have plans to attend to and we can't get through all of them if they're overly intoxicated."

"Shots?" Santana asked, finally pulling her lips from Quinn, "I want to do shots."

"Downstairs." Kurt smiled.

"Coming!" Santana nodded pulling away about to head on her way out of the bedroom, but Quinn had gently tugged her back and reached up to wipe at some of her smudged lipstick. "We shouldn't even wear lipstick tonight." She smirked with a small eye roll.

Quinn's eyebrow rose, and she nodded, "You make an excellent point."

"I always do! Now, come on." Santana said, reaching out to lace their fingers together, tugging her in the direction Rachel and Kurt had went.

When they entered the kitchen Rachel and Kurt had put 'bride to be' sashes over their heads, each of them sporting a fake plastic crown as well, while the others wore pins to indicate they were all part of the same party.

Judy, Maribel and Mr. Lopez joined them for a quick celebration, Quinn impressed as she watched her mom decline any alcohol and instead took fake shots of water and finally with the parents left behind, the group of seven piled into the limo and headed out for a night of fun.

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"Okay, first stop is the strip club." Chloe announced, as she popped open a bottle of champagne and began pouring drinks for everyone, "We'll get these two started in some last minute "single life" fun and then we can head to the clubs and dance."

"Let's not stay there too long." Kurt said and Rachel nodded along with him.

"Hey, Lady Hummel, if Quinn and I are enjoying ourselves with a bunch of naked ladies dancing around us, you can always swing by and pick us up later." Santana teased.

Quinn let out a small nervous laugh, sliding her hand over so she could lace it with Santana's, giving it a small squeeze, suddenly unsure about this whole lap dance thing. She only had eyes for Santana, who would no doubt give her free lap dances at home if she asked, but at the same time she wanted to let loose tonight, so she grabbed a glass of champagne from Chloe and chugged it, allowing the liquid to course through her and relax her some more.

"I researched some of the dancers last night." Chloe informed them, "They have one named Thumbelina..." She playfully elbowed Rachel in the side, "I heard Santana call you that the other day, you want me to buy you-"

"Absolutely not!" Rachel cut her off, her cheeks flushing a bright red, "I have no interest in even attending this strip club. I will not pay some filthy woman to dance on me!"

Chloe shrugged, "Anyone else want one? I'm paying."

"This is all Santana and Quinn." Tina said with a shake of her head, turning to look out the window as the limo came to a stop, "We're here!"

"Yay! Let the party begin!" Santana grinned and climbed out of the limo first, pulling Quinn with her, the two coming to a stop just outside the door, "This is just for fun, Q. I only love you, but if it makes you uncomfortable we can stop."

Quinn sweetly smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek, "I completely understand. Tonight we are out to have a good time."

"Okay, so you ready to do this?" Santana asked.

"Let's go." Quinn nodded and entwined their fingers together, following Chloe as she lead the way inside the club.

Not long after, Santana and Quinn sat side by side on one of the couches, Chloe and Kurt disappearing somewhere in the dingy strip club to pay for their lap dances as promised.

Santana reached out to take Quinn's hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze, "I can't believe we're doing this together."

Quinn's head lolled back against the couch, offering her a small smile, "It's kind of exciting."

"Maybe we should buy Rachel one like Chloe said?" Santana teased, nodding to the petite brunette who had her arms crossed over her chest, making sure she wasn't touching anything, even going as far as huddling into Tina and Blaine when a topless waitress walked by them.

"She'd freak." Quinn lightly laughed.

Soon Chloe and Kurt came back, both with smiles of approval attached to their lips.

"We were able to pick who would be providing the dances." Kurt informed them, "A Rihanna and Jennifer Love Hewitt from her heydays in the 90s look-a-likes."

"Ooh, intriguing." Santana smiled, looking passed everyone as the two strippers began walking towards them. She shifted a little in her spot to get comfortable, licking her lips with anticipation.

Chloe smirked and stepped aside, "Remember, you're not allowed to touch, just enjoy. Unless you're slipping money into their thongs."

"Sounds like you've done this before." Rachel mumbled as she pulled her coat around herself more tightly.

Quinn only nodded, her hand slipping out of Santana's, a sudden wave of giddiness washing over her as the Rihanna look-a-like came and straddled her lap, turning her head to watch the brunette one sit on Santana's. Quinn reached into her pocket, pulling out a wad of one dollar bills, handing some over to Santana.

"Wow, Quinn came prepared." Tina nodded with approval, moving over to take a seat at a nearby table, wanting to watch the show, Chloe following to join, Rachel standing so as not to get any kind of stripper club germs on her dress.

"I'll go get us some drinks." Blaine declared and him and Kurt headed for the bar.

Almost ten minutes into the dances, Santana chanced a look over at Quinn, watching as the stripper encouraged her to put her hands on her. Santana's face faltered, but soon she felt two hands on her cheeks, her stripper trying to gain back her attention, Santana's interest easily turning back to a certain asset being shoved in her face, but just as quickly she was looking back over at Quinn, a goofy smile very present on Quinn's lips as the stripper's hips moved sexually against her thigh, grabbing Quinn's hands and placing them on her ass and suddenly Santana wasn't enjoying her dance anymore. The enthusiasm she felt at the beginning of the night completely vanishing as Quinn's face disappeared between two ample breasts, causing Santana to jolt in an upright position, pushing her stripper away as she grabbed Quinn's arm.

"No me gusta!" Santana shouted and stood up, pushing the stripper off of Quinn and yanking her off of the couch.

"Santana?" Quinn questioned her eyes wide with surprise by her abrupt reaction.

The five friends who were watching from the nearby table all looked on, watching as Santana dragged Quinn towards the exit.

"No me gusta!" Santana yelled again, "No estás poniendo tus manos sobre algún stripper asqueroso!"

Chloe stood up, as did the rest of them, "Oh, she's mad."

"Let's go after them!" Rachel said leading the group out of the strip club where she found Santana and Quinn standing in front of the limo, Santana's finger in Quinn's face as she continued to berate her in Spanish.

"Ese no es lugar para tu rostro, ¿me entiendes?, Quinn Fabray?"

"What is she saying?" Kurt asked, leaning into Chloe, wanting to get in on the drama, surprised to see Quinn standing there with a small grin on her lips, just allowing Santana to shout at her.

"Quinn's face doesn't belong there and neither do her hands." Chloe translated and then stood up straight with a shake of her head, "Wow, I thought maybe Quinn would get upset, but not Santana."

"Bailo para ti, solo mi cuerpo desnudo te está permitido. Lo entiendes? Lo entiendes?"

Chloe nodded along, Kurt grabbing her forearm indicating that he wanted to know, "Only I dance for you, only my naked body is allowed on you. Do you understand? Do you understand?"

"You guys, Santana's ex-wife did cheat on her. This probably wasn't the greatest idea." Blaine suddenly realized.

Quinn finally reached up, gently taking Santana's face in her hands, not fully understanding what Santana was saying, but she understood that her sudden outburst was fueled by jealously, and she had to admit it was hard watching another girl grind against Santana too, but obviously it irritated Santana way more and with good reason.

"Sí, Santana. Entiendo."

The other's nodded along to what Quinn was saying, interested to see if the blonde would be able to defuse Santana's temper, or if this was going to be a short night out.

"No me gusta!" Santana said one more time, pointing at the strip club.

Quinn leaned her forehead against Santana's, her arms slipping around her neck, "I know, baby. Lo siento."

Santana huffed, her arms wrapping securely around Quinn's waist, "Eres mío, si?"

Quinn pressed a quick kiss to her lips, "I'm yours, yes and you're mine." She quietly assured her, "How about we go to a normal club now and we can drink and dance together?"

Santana let out a slow breath, her lips pouty, but she nodded.

Quinn gently took Santana's chin between her fingers, tilting her face so they were making eye contact, "Hey that meant nothing, it's a strip club. You're the only woman for me, Santana. You're the definition of my perfect. I'm marrying you." she leaned in to peck her on the lips, "Eres mío."

"I know." Santana whispered, angling her head back in so she could give Quinn a kiss, this one longer than just a simple peck. Even though she was comforted by Quinn's words and actions, she still felt the need to prove herself, so she happily turned the small kiss into a deeper one, her tongue easily gaining access and finding Quinn's.

"Thank god." Chloe nodded and turned to the other four, "I thought for sure the night was about to end and I'm not ready to go home yet."

"Me either." Tina raised her hand.

Rachel let out a slow breath, happy that the two quickly made up on the spot, because she too thought this fight was going escalate.

Quinn let out a small breath when they pulled away, her eyes lidded and a smile very present.

"You want a lap-dance, you ask me for one." Santana finally said.

Quinn licked her lips and nodded, her arms still wrapped around Santana, "Yes, ma'am." She replied and couldn't help but lean in for some more lip action.

"All right, All right, you two will have the rest of your lives to make out with each other. Let's go find another club." Chloe suggested and walked over wrapping her arms around both of their shoulders, forcing them apart as they headed towards the limo. "Hey, I'm sorry the start of the night didn't turn out how I imagined." She genuinely said, "But it doesn't mean it can't get better." She looked at Santana and then nodded to Quinn's very open V-neck dress, "You can do a shot off of her?"

A smile slowly grew on Santana's lips, her eyes lighting up with desire, Quinn also intrigued by the idea. Santana's mouth on her body was always a good time.

"Hell yeah." Santana cheered and was the first to climb back into the limo, the rest of the crew not far behind.

When they arrived at the next club, Rachel stood back next to Chloe nodding with approval as Santana's spirits were once again brightened as Quinn lay on the bar and Santana did a body shot off of her.

"I applaud the way you handled that situation, Chloe." Rachel commented, "Everyone knows that when Santana flies off the handle it's hard to bring her back."

Chloe shrugged, "I can't take all the credit, Quinn did most of the work, I just suggested a sexy activity they both could do to each other. Something we all know Santana enjoys." She smirked pointing to the engaged couple who were once again making out, her eyes soon landing on Kurt who was suddenly licking alcohol from Blaine's stomach, "Damn..." She smirked, "You guys know how to have fun. Where's Tina, she's drunk. I bet she'll want to get in on this action too." She patted Rachel's shoulder about to go find her, but Rachel suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"I can be fun too!" Rachel declared.

A little bit later, Santana and Quinn were on their own dancing, focusing only on each other until they heard a bunch of cheering going on behind them and suddenly Tina was excitedly next to them pointing at the bar.

"You guys look!" Tina excitedly said, patting Santana's shoulder and pointing in the direction.

Quinn's hand flew over her mouth covering a smile, while Santana's eyes narrowed, turning dark as she watched Chloe dive head first into Rachel's cleavage licking alcohol clean from her skin, her tongue slowly sliding across the salt on Rachel's neck and soon their lips hovered dangerously close as she took the lime from Rachel's mouth.

Santana gasped, "No-"

"Santana, it's fine." Quinn tried to assure her, reaching out to rest her hand on her bicep.

"No. Me-"

"Santana, baby." Quinn pleaded moving to stand in front of her, but Santana's eyes were very focused over her shoulder and at the bar, "San?" she questioned and reached up to rest her hands on her neck, her thumbs brushing soothingly against her skin.

"No. Me. Gusta!"

Quinn's arms wrapped around Santana's neck, their foreheads pressed together, "Santana, they're both drunk, we're all drunk having fun. Be happy Rachel is with your cousin and not some stranger." She said, pulling back to chance a look at her, happy that Santana was finally looking at her, "Please, tonight is supposed to be fun. Rachel is also a grown adult. A very single grown adult – let her have some fun. If she needs your protection I'm sure she won't hesitate to ask."

Santana relaxed a little, her arms wrapping around Quinn's waist.

"Yeah, see." Quinn nodded with a smirk, leaning in so her lips were inches from Santana's ear, whispering, "I saw a secluded part of the club when we walked in and with Rachel occupied maybe we could slip away and have our own fun?"

Santana was completely calm now, the hot breath against her ear and Quinn's seductive voice causing Santana's body to pleasantly tingle, "I'm so down."

"That's the spirit." Quinn smiled sliding her hand down so she could take Santana's into her own, the alcohol she had consumed thus far starting to kick in, giving her an enjoyable buzz and a laidback mindset. She guided her through the crowd of club goers, until they made it off the dance floor and over into the restaurant part of the club that was only used during the day. It was dimly lit so they were able to safely find their way to the back, Quinn finally coming to a stop and turning around so she could gently push Santana into a chair, quickly straddling her waist while her arms wrapped around her neck.

"Fuck, Quinn." Santana whimpered due to the pleasant weight in her lap, her hands resting on Quinn's upper thighs, "I'm so glad you wore a dress."

"And no panties." Quinn whispered, her lips hovering over Santana's, moaning as her hips pressed into her, her fingers wrapping around Santana's wrist guiding it under her dress.

As soon as Santana's fingers slid high enough to feel the warmth radiating between Quinn's legs, she crashed their lips together, the two having their own private party in the back.

A while later Quinn and Santana rejoined their friends on the dance floor, making sure they both headed to the bathroom first to freshen up, free drinks being given out when strangers found out about the engaged couple, the group happy and drunk and dancing late into the night, Santana and Quinn even splitting up for a little bit to enjoy some separate time to just be with their friends.

"Santana." Quinn slurred, stumbling passed Tina and Blaine, happy when she was finally reunited with her fiancée again. "San." She drunkenly smiled her arms wrapping around her neck, "Dance with me."

Santana wrapped her arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her temple, "Having fun?"

"Mmhm." Quinn hummed, resting her head on Santana's shoulder and even though the song playing was anything but slow, she closed her eyes and started to gently sway, "Slow dance."

Santana lightly laughed, but went along with it. "Baby, you're so drunk."

Quinn nodded, simply enjoying the warmth surrounding her, "I can't believe we're getting married." She whispered loud enough for Santana to hear her over the music, "I never would have pictured my life to turn out like this." She lifted her head up, her eyes locking with Santana's and even though she was intoxicated there was nothing but love pouring out from her, "Patience is a virtue."

Santana smiled, leaning in to reward Quinn with a quick kiss, their foreheads resting together as they slow danced out of rhythm to the song pounding in the background.

"San?"

"Yeah?"

"Take me home."

Santana hugged her close, pressing a kiss to her cheek and then pulled away, the night was coming to an end anyway and Quinn was being so drunkenly adorable that Santana did want to take her home to just be with her. Even though she enjoyed their stress free night out with their friends, she truthfully didn't need it. She didn't need one last night of partying. She simply wanted to be with Quinn and start their married life together.

"I'll take you home." Santana smiled, keeping a secure arm wrapped around Quinn's waist, sending out a group text to meet at the limo.

On the ride home everyone was starting to mellow out, Kurt and Blaine in a heavy make out, Quinn curled up into Santana's side, mumbling something about the limo spinning and then her eyes landed on Rachel who was huddled up next to Chloe, the two quietly laughing together and getting along.

"How do you say, gold star?" Rachel giggled, shifting closer to the girl sitting next to her.

"Estrella de oro." Chloe answered.

Rachel beamed and then repeated her, "Estrella de oro."

Santana rolled her eyes, if she herself didn't have any alcohol in her she was sure she would have separated the two, not too thrilled with how close they were getting.

"Hey, who's Tina with?" Quinn mumbled nodding in their friend's direction, trying to keep her mind focused on anything but the movement of the limo.

Santana's attention finally turned to Tina who was making out with someone, her eyebrows creasing with confusion at the sight since the night started off with seven people, not eight.

"Hey, Cohen! Who's the random?" She asked stretching her leg out to gently nudge at her knee, "I know you deserve some love too, but I ain't lettin' no stranger danger into my house."

Tina finally pulled her lips away from the guy she was kissing, smiling at everyone, blushing since it seemed to have capture the attention of everyone in the limo, Kurt and Blaine even coming up for air long enough to see.

"Hi guys."

And soon there was a loud unison of voices echoing throughout the vehicle.

"Mike!?"

"Surprise!" Tina smiled.

Rachel clasped her hands together with a joyful smile, "Oh, I always loved you two together!"

"You can catch up tomorrow morning." Tina waved her hand and then turned back to Mike who happily pulled her back in for some more lip action.

Not long after everyone was piling into the house, Quinn on the verge of passing out, slipping out of her heels and coming to a stop in front of the stairs, her head in her hands.

"San, the stairs – " Quinn whimpered with a shake of her head, "They're spinning."

Santana slipped out of her own heels, lightly laughing at the sight, "Quinn, you lightweight lush." She walked over to her and carefully scooped her up bridal style, climbing the stairs with ease.

"This isn't how I wanted to end the night." Quinn said as she leaned her head against Santana's, her arms tightly wound around her neck.

"How did you want to end it?"

"I think you know how." Quinn answered and let out a content breath when Santana laid her on the bed, "Water please?" She asked resting her head back against the pillows, trying to will the room to stop spinning.

Santana nodded and left the room, only gone for a few minutes and when she returned she smiled at the sight of Quinn passed out, faintly snoring. She set the bottle of water on the nightstand and then carefully changed Quinn into some pajamas. After cleaning herself up and changing into comfortable clothes she finally climbed into bed, letting out a satisfied breath as she collapsed against the mattress, once again a wave of giddiness that only Quinn could create washing over her as the blonde sought her out in her sleep, an arm draping over her stomach and a head resting on her chest. Pretty soon this was going to be her forever and she couldn't wait to get it started.

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A few days later Quinn, Santana, friends and family all arrived at their resort in Hawaii, everyone branching off and heading off into their own rooms. When Quinn and Santana entered theirs it was like a sight pulled straight out of an overly romantic movie. The hotel set up so perfectly with rose petals, champagne and chocolate covered strawberries it was like they were walking into a brochure.

"Wow." Santana nodded as she walked in, her suitcase wheeling in behind her, "I'm impressed." She said and then dropped the handle of her bag when her eyes landed on the balcony. "Oh shit!" She grinned as she ran for the double doors and opened them, "Q! Look, the ocean!" She said as if Quinn wasn't observing the same place she was.

Quinn quietly chuckled to herself as she set her suitcase aside and went to join Santana out on the balcony, "I did pay for the honeymoon suite."

"We can see the ocean from the bed." Santana said, still very much amazed by the beauty in front of her, her smile only widening when two arms wrapped around her waist from behind and she leaned back, inhaling the ocean breeze and slowly letting it out, contentment overtaking her entire body.

Quinn rested her chin on Santana's shoulder, the two falling into a comfortable silence as they both took in their surroundings.

"Come on, let's unpack. I told everyone we'd meet them down by the pool." Quinn said, pressing a kiss to her cheek before she pulled away, "Mercedes and my sister should be here by now too."

Santana sighed, taking in the view for a few more minutes before turning to head inside, a goofy smile on her face the entire time she sauntered around the room and unpacked some of her things, her smile only growing when she entered the giant bathroom, screaming with joy.

"QUINN!"

Quinn jolted, her hand flying over her heart as it pounded due to Santana's sudden yell, quickly rushing to the bathroom to see what was going on, "What? Are you all right!?"

Santana spun around, her eyes wide with excitement, "Look at the size of that bathtub!"

"Jesus, Santana!" Quinn berated letting out a breath of relief, "Don't scream like that for no reason."

"No reason? Look at the size of that thing." Santana scoffed as her arms wrapped around Quinn's waist, her voice low and sultry, her eyes darkening with lust, "Baby, we are so taking a bath in there before the end of this trip."

Quinn smiled and leaned into her, allowing Santana to press kisses along her neck, "Okay, we will, we will. Come on, we have guests to greet and a wedding to prepare for. After tomorrow we'll have the rest of our lives to be romantic with each other."

"Okay." Santana said squeezing her close one last time and then pulling away, making sure to smack Quinn's ass as she growled, clearly still over excited that this was happening and this was her real life right now, "I fucking love you!" she cheered and then turned around to finish unpacking her toiletries.

"I love you too." Quinn sweetly replied with a giant smile and disappeared back out into the other room.

A few hours later Quinn and Santana headed down by the pool to find Rachel, Chloe, Judy, Santana's parents, Tina, Mike, Kurt, and Blaine. Among them were the new arrivals of Mercedes, Sam and Quinn's sister Frannie.

After a little bit of catching up, Santana pulled Quinn away and to a quiet place to talk.

"Quinn, I know you keep watching for him."

Quinn averted her eyes with a shake of her head, her shoulders slumping, "Fran already told me my dad wasn't coming. I just thought-" she rolled her watery eyes, "I guess one supportive parent is better than none, right?"

"Exactly, plus we don't want that kind of negativity at our wedding anyway." Santana said, reaching up to gently take her chin, turning her head so they were locking eyes, "Hey, I know you always wanted to be walked down the aisle..." she trailed as she checked the text message on her phone, "And there's still a way we can do that."

"How?" Quinn asked, "My mom?"

"Even better." Santana smiled, taking Quinn's hand and leading her to the lobby, "And he just arrived."

"San?" Quinn questioned, curious about what her fiancée was up to.

Santana pulled Quinn to a stop just as they entered the lobby, her hands on her shoulders as she explained, "Quinn, who has been the most supportive person in your entire high school life? No offense to mama Fabray over there, but even more supportive than her. Family doesn't always mean by blood."

Quinn let out a shaky breath and slowly nodded, "I know – so?"

"I heard a bride needs to be given away?"

Quinn's face lit up, peering over Santana's shoulders, tears suddenly stinging her eyes, "Mr. Schuester?" She looked at Santana and then back to the teacher as he slowly approached.

"Well?" He asked finally coming to a stop in front of them.

Quinn suddenly flung her arms around him, relishing in the warmth of his comforting embrace. The thoughtfulness Santana had to even think of having William Schuester walk her down the aisle and give her away setting her heart ablaze with love and the fact that he made the flight out here to do that for her caused tears to fall down her cheeks. Santana was right; it was Mr. Schuster who was always there for her, even when she didn't want to believe it. He was a friend and a father to that entire glee club and at this point in her life she would choose him over her father any day.

With a sniffle she pulled back, using the back of her hands to wipe at her wet eyes, "I would be honored if you walked me down the aisle and gave me away."

Santana smiled as she watched them and then playfully rolled her eyes, "Aw, you guys!" She cooed and then joined the hug, the three of them lightly laughing. Santana being the first to pull back, her arm slipping around Quinn's waist as the blonde leaned into her, "So where is the wifey?"

Will stepped back, shouldering his duffle bag, "Emma sends her warm wishes. This flight was way too long for her, you know tight spaces and people's germs, plus we thought it'd be easier if she stayed back with the kids." He explained. "We're going to plan a trip out to visit you guys though and then probably head to New York to see Rachel in her show."

"Sounds like a grand plan, Mr. Schue." Santana smiled. "So come on! I'm sure a certain Broadway star will be happy to see you, plus some of the other glee family."

Will smiled and followed Santana and Quinn back out by the pool, the other former glee club members greeting Mr. Schuester with cheers and hugs.

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The next day Santana and Quinn stood at the threshold of their hotel room door, Judy and Frannie tugging Quinn inside, while Rachel and Chloe tried to tug Santana out.

"Okay, come on, you two are getting married in a few hours you can be with each other all you want after that!" Fran said, tugging on her sister's arm, "We have a dress to put on, hair to do and make up to apply."

Judy giggled with excitement, her eyes sparkling as she turned back into the room to go and look at the wedding dress again.

"See you soon." Quinn said with a dreamy look in her eyes, blushing lightly because of how uncharacteristic she felt. She obviously always had loving and caring feelings towards Santana, but now that it was her actual wedding day and she was marrying someone she was head over heels for, she couldn't help but be giddy and overly excited about it.

"I'll be waiting at the altar." Santana said and then pressed one last kiss to Quinn's lips before she finally allowed Rachel to pull her down the hallway.

A few hours later Santana stood barefoot in the white sand under a white wooden altar type arch, her dress light and lightly flowing in the breeze that was coming in off the ocean. She let out a slow breath as she peered out at the small group of people sitting before her, a nervous flutter entering her stomach, but a good one. She still couldn't believe she was getting married for a second time, only now as she stood there and waited for Quinn something felt different in one of the best ways. Things felt right and complete and even though she was in love with Brittany, being in love with Quinn and having her love her back was unlike anything she ever felt before. They used to fight and compete against each other and now they were fighting and competing for each other.

An anxious wave overcame her as the music cued up, her eyes locking with Rachel's momentarily, the petite brunette offering a beaming smile and a nod of encouragement and then soon her eyes were on Quinn and suddenly all the air in her lungs vanished, awestruck by how beautiful she looked.

Quinn's smile only grew when her eyes locked with Santana's, taking careful strides as William Schuester walked her down the sandy aisle.

"I'm marrying a goddess." Santana whispered to herself, her gaze never breaking Quinn's as she slowly approached her.

Quinn let out a blissful breath as Mr. Schuester came to a stop, giving her hand a squeeze and then pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Thank you for this." Quinn whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek, tears in her eyes as she pulled away and finally stood across from Santana, a new chapter of her life about to begin, beyond grateful that she was getting to share it with Santana.

After the "I do's" were said and everything was official, the celebrations began. A bar was set up on the beach, food, drinks lounge chairs and music.

The night ending with Santana and Quinn slow dancing on the beach, their feet dipping into the wet sand as the waves crashed over their feet, the sun setting in the background, everything around them disappearing as they only focused on each other and how happy they were.

"Santana, we're married." Quinn whispered with a smile, her eyes lidded as her body swayed in time with Santana's.

Santana smiled, pulling Quinn closer, "Mmhm."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Quinn."

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The next morning, Mercedes, Rachel and Tina knocked on the newlywed's door, smiling brightly when Quinn answered.

"We're heading down to the beach if you two want to accompany us." Rachel informed her.

"Unless, you know, you're preoccupied." Tina smirked.

Quinn bit her bottom lip to hold back a sly smile, looking over her shoulder to watch as a naked Santana entered the bathroom. She turned back to her friends and nodded, "Let me just go get my wife and then my wife and I will meet you down there."

Mercedes lightly laughed, "Oh, someone is excited to be married." She teased, "All right, just don't be too nasty in there and come get some fresh air. We're in Hawaii after all!"

"And we all know how amazing my wife will look in a bikini." Quinn grinned and then waved, "See you on the beach!" and with that she closed the door and headed in search of her wife.

Not long after everyone was gathered down by the beach, swimming, relaxing and soaking in the sun. Quinn smiled as she sipped her margarita, watching as Santana and Chloe bickered while they built a sandcastle.

"Stop looking at her." Santana mumbled with a pout, ready to throw sand at her, "You two despised each other, what changed?"

Chloe shrugged as she looked up, waving to Rachel and then turning back to smooth out some of the sand, "The night we all went out together. Rachel's cute and when she goes off on one of her rants, it's sexy."

"No me gusta!" Santana said pushing Chloe's part of the sandcastle over.

"Tu Perra!" Chloe shouted.

Quinn's eyes went wide and she sat up, watching the two Lopez women begin to yell at each other in Spanish, "Mmhm."

"What?" Mercedes asked lifting her head up from where it rested on her lounge chair, "Oh."

"Should we stop them?" Rachel asked with concern.

Quinn shook her head as she sucked back the rest of her drink, setting the empty glass down next to the three other empty ones. "Stop them? Let's throw some oil on them and have them wrestle it out."

Rachel's cheeks burned a bright red, gasping as she squeaked out, "Quinn!?"

"Mmm?" Quinn moaned, her eyebrow rising as Santana stood up, her muscles tense, Spanish sexily spewing from her kissable lips.

"Girl, what!?" Mercedes laughed and laid her head back down with a shake of her head.

Quinn suddenly stood up, wobbling a little, but once she caught her balance she cleared her throat, "Santana!"

Santana jolted, the sound of her name being called capturing her attention, "What?"

"Come here." Quinn demanded.

Chloe snickered, shoving at Santana before she could walk away, "Haha, you're married now. You're owned."

"Count your blessings." Santana said pointing a finger at her as she made her way over to Quinn, already defending herself, "She started it, Q!"

Quinn's arms wrapped around Santana's waist, pressing a few kisses along her neck until her lips were hovering over her ear, "I've been watching you all day wearing a barley there bikini and to top it off your fierce side just came out and I am living for it. So what are you going to do about it?"

Santana pleasantly shivered, pulling back slightly to look at her, her smile just about reaching from ear to ear, "Why, hello there, tequila drunk Quinn."

Quinn nodded, "She wants to go back to the room."

"Anything for my tequila drunk wife." Santana grinned, making sure to turn around and shoot Chloe the finger before letting Quinn guide her back up to the hotel.

After Quinn and Santana spent the rest of the afternoon in their hotel suite together, everyone headed back down to the beach to have dinner and then a bonfire, sharing stories and singing songs, Quinn and Santana happily nestled against each other, watching as Judy and Mr. And Mrs. Lopez got along content and pleased that they were a family now. Kurt and Blaine were cuddly, Mike had found his way back to Tina, Sam and Mercedes were hitting it off again, Mr. Schuester and Fannie were sharing pictures of their families who couldn't make the trip taking comfort in each other due to the fact that they were both missing spouses and children back home, and lastly Santana's eyes narrowed in on Chloe and Rachel unsure what was happening between those two, mixed feelings overcoming her, but ultimately everyone was smiling and having a great time, so Santana let it slide and leaned into Quinn some more, relaxing and enjoying the rest of the evening with their friends and family and most importantly her wife.

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One year later...

Santana bustled around the kitchen as she chopped vegetables and mixed ingredients, a turkey in the oven, dessert in the fridge, hurrying to get everything prepared before their guests arrived.

"Sexy." Quinn smiled as she entered the kitchen wearing a football hoodie, Santana finally coming to a stop to glare at her, "What?"

"How cliché is this?" Santana rolled her eyes, "It's Thanksgiving and I'm cooking while you're watching football."

Quinn sauntered over, her arms slipping around Santana's waist from behind, peering over her shoulder to see what she was cooking, "You're the surprise expert. I'm letting you do your thing." She pressed a kiss to her temple before pulling away to head to the fridge. "It smells great by the way."

"Thank you." Santana mumbled and went back to work, "I hope mami arrives soon to help me finish."

"Everyone said they'd be here by 1." Quinn replied grabbing a drink and then went to hover over some of the appetizers.

"Those are for when the guests arrive."

Quinn's eyebrows creased with confusion, licking her lips, "Can't I taste test?"

"When the guests arrive."

"One taste."

"Quinn."

Quinn reached out grabbing a cracker.

"Quinn Fabray."

Quinn smiled as she dunked the cracker in some dip.

"Quinn Fabray!"

"That's not my last name. There for that's not my name." Quinn declared as she popped the cracker in her mouth and triumphantly chewed.

"Get out of my kitchen, Quinn Lopez!" Santana demanded, pointing in the direction of the living room. "Fuera!"

Quinn lightly laughed, "Adiós!" She called quickly disappearing out of sight.

A few hours later after everyone arrived and dinner was served and eaten, everyone sat around the table quietly talking as they waited to have dessert.

After Quinn and Santana cleared off some of the table, the two entered the dining room and stood at the head of the table.

"Before dessert we just wanted to share something with you guys." Quinn said as her hand fell into Santana's, their fingers lacing together.

Santana waited until everyone's attention was on her, smiling at the sight of her close group of friends, even though Kurt, Blaine, Rachel, Tina, Mike and even Chloe all lived in New York City they still made the journey to join them for the holiday in Boston and her smile only grew when her eyes landed on her own parents and Judy Fabray, all of them waiting eagerly for what they had to share.

"So, after a long grueling process..." Santana began, with a clear of her throat, nerves rushing over her, calming a little when she felt Quinn's hand slide under her shirt and rest on her belly, "It's official...I'm pregnant."

Judy, Maribel and Rachel were the first to jump up and rush over to the couple, Mr. Lopez clapping while everyone else cheered, hugs being exchanged and laughter filling the house.

"I'm three months." Santana informed them as she leaned into Quinn, letting out a content breath.

"I am going to spoil my grandbaby to the max." Mrs. Lopez gushed as she sat in a chair in front of Santana, her hands on her daughter's stomach, "Oh, Sani! I am so happy for you."

"Me too, Mami."

Santana smiled tears streaming down her face, Rachel coming over to place her hand on a part of Santana's stomach that wasn't covered by Maribel's, "And I'm going to be the best Auntie." She lowered to the ground so she was eye-level with Santana's stomach, "We're going to sing and dance and I'm going to teach you about all the best Broadway shows."

"Aye." Santana playfully rolled her eyes.

Quinn smiled, leaning her head against Santana's, "This baby is going to be so loved."

Later that night...

"So, Quinn?" Santana began as she settled under the covers, laying her head back against the pillows, watching as Quinn pulled on a sleep shirt and then shut the lights off and crawled into bed.

"Yeah, baby?" Quinn wearily asked, pressing a kiss to Santana's lips before resting her head on her pillow, her hand gently splaying over Santana's stomach.

Santana relaxed into the mattress, letting out a giddy breath, "When are we going to tell them I'm having twins?"

Quinn grinned and lifted her head up, the kiss she pressed to Santana's lips lingering this time. She cupped her cheek, brushing her thumb gently back and forth as she answered, "I'm thinking Christmas."

"I love it." Santana nodded, pecking her lips and then rolled on her side, wanting to be held, "I love you, Quinn."

Quinn molded herself into Santana's back, her arm draping over her side, her hand once again resting protectively over Santana's stomach, holding her close and keeping her warm. "I love you too, Santana."

The End

1) Thank you SO much to everyone who has read/reviewed/favoured/followed this story. It means so much to me you have no idea. The feedback and awesome reviews were greatly appreciated and definitely kept me motivated. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

2) Yes, there will probably be a sequel. Pregnant Santana obviously needs to be written! and it's the next chapter of their life together. I feel like it could be an interesting story.

3) How do you all feel about Rachel/OC (OC being Chloe) I wanted to give her a love interest, but if it's not Pezberry or sometimes Faberry, I don't like Rachel with anyone lol! I have a whole backstory for Chloe ready to go for the sequel - unless you guys aren't down with that then maybe I'll bring in... Jesse? I just feel like now that Quinntana is happily married and living in Boston, Rachel deserves some love too.

Okay - that's all! Thank you again for all the feedback and sticking with this story till the end!

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