Final
The curse was broken, but its consequences lingered in their hearts, like a shadow that couldn’t quite be banished. They had fought for each other, loved each other with a fierce intensity, and broken every rule in the book to stay together. They had endured pain, fear, and loss in ways that no one should have to, and in the end, they’d learned something important: love, no matter how fated or destined, could still be fragile.
There had been moments when it seemed like everything they were fighting for would slip away, like the bond they shared could shatter under the weight of the curse. But somehow, they had made it through, each one of them changed, but still standing. They had come to understand that love, even when it was tested to its breaking point, was worth fighting for. But sometimes, fighting meant letting go.
They didn’t have to fight fate anymore. They didn’t have to destroy each other. They could just be together. And so they were.
It wasn’t perfect. There would always be scars, tangible and invisible, from everything they’d been through. The memories of Brittany’s death, the fear of losing each other, the weight of the curse, it would all stay with them. But those scars weren’t something that had to define them. They didn’t have to let the past dictate the future.
In the midst of all the darkness they had endured, they had found hope. And in that hope, they found a future. A future where they could walk beside each other, hand in hand, and face whatever came next, together.
Brittany and Santana walked side by side, their hands intertwined, as they strolled down a quiet street at sunset. The light was soft, golden hues stretching across the horizon. The past was behind them now—the curse was gone, the darkness had lifted, and the love that had been tested in ways neither of them could have imagined now shone brighter than ever.
Santana squeezed Brittany’s hand, feeling a warmth spread through her chest, a peace she hadn’t known in so long. She looked over at Brittany, who was gazing at her with that familiar smile, the one that had always made her feel like she was home. The smile that, even in the most uncertain moments, had reminded her why they fought so hard.
“Maybe we weren’t meant to have a perfect love story,” Santana said, her voice teasing as she gave Brittany’s hand another squeeze. “But I think this one’s gonna be damn good anyway.”
Brittany smiled, leaning in just a little closer, her head resting lightly on Santana’s shoulder. “You know I’m always up for the challenge.”
And as they walked together, the world felt open and full of possibilities. The street was quiet, the air warm with the scent of evening, but all the noise and chaos that had once surrounded them felt so far away now. It was just the two of them, moving forward into the future; together, no longer haunted by the past, no longer shackled by the curse.
They had survived it all. The battles, the pain, the losses; and they had come out on the other side stronger, bound by a love that was theirs, unbroken. They weren’t perfect. Their story wasn’t perfect. But it was real. And sometimes, real was all that mattered.
As they continued down the path before them, Santana looked up at the sky, the last rays of the sun casting a soft glow on everything around them. It was a new beginning. A chapter yet to be written. And this time, they would write it together.
With every step they took, with every quiet moment shared between them, they knew they were destined for each other. Curse or not, they had always been meant to be.
And that made everything worth it.