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@snixpix Spent our first night in a blanket fort! As if you didn’t see that one coming. (via instagram)

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@Quinnocence AKA neither of you could figure out how to put the frame together could you?

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britt-in-nyc:

Brittany grins widely as their lips part, and she licks the taste of the kiss away before walking after Santana to the bed, well mattress with bed bits around it, but why wait until the room is set up before christening it? Brittany didn’t see any rules. “I’m going to forget you said something mean to Oscar and climb into this mattress with you now.” She crawls over Santana and kisses her lips deeply again, mumbling into the kiss. “Do we have protection though because I don’t think we are quite ready for puppies and babies. One step at a time.”

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Santana laughs into the kiss. She scoots further onto the bed and fists her hand in Brittany’s shirt drawing her closer. “I think I’ll take my chances.” 

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britt-in-nyc:

Brittany bounces in Santana’s arms, her smiling growing  even more. “Really? I was worried you’d say no, but imagine a puppy all our own? Getting to name it and walk it and play with it. Take it to the park and teach it tricks.” She was bouncing again, wrapping her arms around Santana in a tight hug. “Oscar is going to hate us.”Brittany giggles, pressing her forehead to to her fiance’s and rubbing their noses together.

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"Yeah, cause I totally say no to you, like, ever? Besides, if it makes Oscar’s life hell, I am so down." She bounces with Brittany and then claims her lips for a deep kiss. "An engagement, an apartment, and a dog. This is it Britt Britt, we are really starting a life together, just like we used to talk about." She steps back and takes both of Brittany’s hands in her own tugging her towards the bed. "Next thing you know we’ll have little rugrats running around and bills up to our tits." The last part is a joke, but even so, she can’t imagine doing anything more mundane with anyone else. Santana lets go of Brittany’s hand and flops down on the mattress, pushing the shoes she’s accumulated out of the way and beckoning her forward with a finger. "Screw it, let’s unpack tomorrow. I think I’d rather celebrate the future with my future wife."

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britt-in-nyc:

Brittany laughs at that, not wanting to worry Santana. It obviously wasn’t anything to get too nervous or serious about and she suddenly felt a bit silly for her nerves, but at the same time it’d be a big step for them. Sure they had just moved into their own place, and sure they had a super grumpy cat and two fish to call their own, but in a way this was almost bigger than all that, more special. Not to say all of that wasn’t completely special and a big part of their lives together. This was like one step below babies in Brittany’s opinion, with all the needed care and attention. She goes back to sorting the clothes, not wanting to worry Santana, before she continues speaking. “I mean it`s not a huge deal, well it is, but not in a way that you have to worry. I was just thinking.. what if we got a puppy?”

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"A puppy?" Santana’s mouth falls open. "What the devil cat isn’t enough to satisfy you anymore?" Still, Santana can’t help but grin. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t already miss Quinn’s dog. Besides, Oscar wasn’t really their cat, not really at least. Oscar had been a gift from Britt’s parents after Tubs had passed away, and while the fish currently sitting in their kitchen were technically their fish, owning a dog together was one of those ‘first steps’ a lot of couples made. Santana sets down the pair of heels in her hand and pushes herself to her feet. Within seconds she’s in front of Brittany and pulling her close. "I think that is the second best idea you’ve had all day Britt. I’d love to get a dog with you."

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britt-in-nyc:

"Psh since when is that true?" Brittany looks appalled by the accusation as she slits the tape open with Santana’s knife. "Totally always your fault. Remember when I challenged you the last time and you barely lasted a week? You came to the end of one of my lessons and we had sex and spent the night there. All you, Lopez so don’t start with me." The blonde can’t help but smirk at the memory, sticking her tongue out playfully at Santana when she looks her way. Totally adult like. She sets to work pulling clothes from the box and placing them into the dresser drawers, which had already been assembled and pushed against one wall. "Hey, S?" Brittany pauses in her clothes sorting and looks up, biting her lip. She always thought about bringing it up as a joke to gauge Santana’s reaction, but Brittany found that the more she thought about it the more she was nervous for a negative response.

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"You put on a fake mustache, you know i can’t resist a man in a mustache." Her eyes roll again, separating her shoes from Brittany’s into piles.

Brittany’s tone catches her off guard and she looks up, brows furrowed in confusion. “What’s up Britt Britt? Why do you look so serious, I swear, whatever you found, it isn’t mine.”

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britt-in-nyc:

Brittany lifts a box labeled bedroom into her arms and heads in that direction, talking over her shoulder to Santana as she does so. “Alright, no touching until the room is unpacked. Think you’re up for the challenge, Miss Lopez?” She places the box in the middle of the room and turns around, an eyebrow raised in question and challenge. “Because I don’t think you can do it.”

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"No, I’m most definitely not up for the challenge." She laughs before grabbing a box and following Brittany into the room. Their bed frame lies in pieces around the mattress in the middle of the floor and it looks so welcoming that Santana is tempted to drop the box and just flop onto it. Instead she sets the box down and reaches for her pocket knife, flipping it open and cutting through the duct-tape. "Can you blame me?" She passes the knife to Brittany and sets about pulling items out and lying them on the bed next to her. "And I will remind you Miss Pierce, that it is you who usually can’t keep her hands to herself."

 

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britt-in-nyc:

"Hey you never know, babe, they could have totally gotten out of those bags and found their friends and Dory and Gill lived happily ever after." Brittany said, hands on her hips as if she was stating true fact. She helped in arranging a few more boxes before meeting her fiance’s eyes with a rather smug look on her face. "And since when is that a bad thing?" She sat there smirking for a long moment, thinking of all the things they could be doing in their new bedroom, but snapping back to reality she sighed. "Fine then, where would you like to start? Either way I don’t see us making much of a dent today." Brittany admitted, eyeing the boxes around them.

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"Never a bad thing unless you’re trying to unpack your life." She pokes Brittany in the side playfully. "Unless of course you want to live out of boxes the next, like, ten months or something." Santana considers the question and shrugs helplessly. "The bedroom of course."

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britt-in-nyc:

"Mostly your shoes." Brittany teases and moves up beside Santana to read the sharpie scrawled across the front of a box. She lifts one into her arms and places it with others of the same label, hoping that sorting out the piles of boxes now will make it easier when transferring everything into their correct rooms. When landing on a box that reads "fish supplies" she pauses and looks the bag she had carefully placed, out of Oscar’s reach might she add, on the kitchen counter. "Whatever we decide to do first though, we might want to hurry because I think Gill is planning his escape." Brittany laughs and winks playfully.

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"So bedroom first?"

"Can’t say I blame him, I’d want to escape too if a furry death commando was giving me the hungry eyes every day. At least their not close to the window, they won’t roll out, we know how that one ended." Santana rolls her eyes and hefts a box into her arms, placing it with the rest of the boxes labeled bathroom. Still grinning she straightens up and turns to look at her fiance. "Britt, if we start in the bedroom you know we’ll never leave."

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britt-in-nyc:

Oscar makes his way through the jungle of boxes, sniffing around the place, all his fur standing on end. He looks like some sort of crazy raccoon. Brittany laughs to herself as she watches him, he’s always got to be such a drama queen, but she knew he’d settle in in no time and go right back to terrorizing the place. Brittany’s attention to the cat was torn away with Santana so close, she turns her smile toward her fiance and playfully kisses the tip of her nose. “I’m sure he felt beautiful in his own way. Wrecking cities is glamorous work.” Brittany giggles and glances around. “I didn’t realize we had so much stuff, where are we even going to start? I vote we unpack some now and make the rest into a fort to sleep in.”

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"I think there are like four boxes dedicated to our shoes." She glances around the boxes with a sheepish smile. "I ain’t even mad." Santana steps away from Brittany and moves to examine the boxes more closely. "You’re right. We should at least put everything in the right rooms."

. Maybe unpack a little of our room and then I’m totally down for a fort as long as it includes that swanky new mattress your parents bought us.”

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britt-in-nyc:

It was finally here. Brittany had woken up at the crack of dawn, too excited to continue sleeping, which was followed by making breakfast for her girl and good morning kisses, well, mostly kisses.. okay it started as kisses. The pancakes were cold by the time they got around to eating them, whipped cream all melted and runny, but totally still delicious all the same. There was really no need for her to have been up that early, considering the moving truck hadn’t been due to arrive until after lunch, but Brittany felt like a kid on Christmas. She couldn’t sit still. She had been looking forward to today all week, she might have finished packing all her stuff in boxes about a week before. She was excited, but could you really blame her? Her and Santana were moving into their own apartment, they were engaged, this time next year they would be wives. The smile on her face was blinding. Bring it on, she is so ready.

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Getting their stuff to the new apartment took forever. From the old place to the truck, from the truck up to the new place. So many stairs, so much stuff. The movers mostly just complained about how women have too much stuff, and in the moment Brittany had to agree, but finally everything was moved and now they both stood in the middle of the apartment, surrounded by boxes. “This must be what Godzilla feels like.”

Santana likes to play off the fact that she is a total badass, because seriously, she is, but the thing is that she’s horrible with change. Terrible with it, to be completely honest. And while this move with Brittany is absolutely everything she’s ever wanted, she can’t help but feel nervous. It was a ridiculous feeling and she knew it, but to this day she still can’t believe she and Brittany about to get their happy ending. It all feels too good to be true. 

Still, Brittany’s megawatt smile eases the worry that has lodged itself in Santana’s stomach. One look at her fiance, standing proudly amidst an array of boxes, is enough to have her heart beating right out of her chest. One look at Brittany and Santana forgets the painful goodbye Quinn, the way the movers manhandled her box of vintage records, and she even forgets the teeth punctures on her arm from Oscar’s moving anxiety. She can’t help the grin that spreads across her face to match Brittany’s and she pushes herself up from her spot on the floor. 

Santana hums her agreement and closes the distance between them, placing her palms on Brittany’s waist. “Maybe, but I’m sure he never felt as beautiful as you look right now.”