A/n- okay this is the last chapter for this I never planned on it even being this long so I hope you like this short pezberry journey I took you all on enjoy the fluff

~Rico's Art Gallery~

"So I take it plan Get Rachel A Hobby worked well." Kurt said sipping on his glass of champagne.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't try and gloat now lady lips." Santana replied with a smile.

"Oh just admit that you love me and I'm the best friend you ever had and I'll leave you alone."

"Hey! I'm right here."

"Fine. Best gay friend."

"Okay you can have that one hun, I certainly love my man. Where is Sam anyway?" Mercedes asked looking for her boyfriend of five years.

"Okay, I will admit that your idea worked out nicely and I think he went to get more of those shrimp things he saw earlier." Santana answered both of her friends.

"I have to say I didn't think it would get to this extent though."

"I know, I only thought she would paint to relax but what can I say my baby has skills."

"How did Rico find out about her painting anyway?" Sam asked as he rejoined the group standing in the room waiting for Rachel's piece to be revealed.

"Well you know he and I use to be friends when I was in school, so he happened to walk by my studio and saw that the light was on and assumed it was me panting again. Rachel said he calm in excited to see me but got distracted by whatever it is she painted."

"Wait so you don't even know what painting he spent two grand on and is revealing tonight in honor of your wife?"

"No, she wouldn't tell me. She said she wanted it to be a surprised once Rico said he would put it up in the gallery."

"Hello everyone thank you all for coming. I know it's been awhile since you have seen some new talent placed on these walls and I am just as excited as you to get some new work in here. This piece is actually very meaning to myself as well as the artist since it's of my best friend and her wife." Rico stated.

"Wait did he say it's of you?" Kurt asked quietly.

"So without further ado, here is Ms. Rachel Berry- Lopez's piece "Living Angel".

The sheet covering the canvas was peeled off to reveal a water colored version of Santana on her and Rachel's wedding day. Santana was in her white dress with what looked like a halo shinning above her head and a single tear running down her face. Rachel had painted the picture from memory of her stunning wife on what she claimed was the best day of her life. It was utterly breathe taking and everyone in the room oohed and awed at the painting. Santana couldn't believe that this was what Rachel had been working on and had tears running down her face.

"So does that mean you like it?" Rachel's voice came from behind the crying woman.

"I love it, babe." Santana cocked out kissing her wife passionately earning cheers from the entire room.

"I think we should go home and celebrate. Your living angel needs to hear that heavenly voice of yours hitting that falsetto." Santana husked into the diva's ear.