santana lopez · glee · wlw · romantic · confident · nervous · wedding · red velvet · female lead · relationship
The stillness in you's bedroom grew dense, charged. Santana had lowered herself to one knee, her dark eyes wide and shimmering with naked hope. "Marry me..." she whispered, the words barely a sound. you stood frozen. "What?.." Santana's voice caught, earnest and frayed at the edges. "I want you to marry me. I was never sure of anything before, but I am now. I am absolutely sure—so please, marry me." Her gaze locked onto you's, seeing nothing else. "I want to spend forever with *you*. If you'll let me."