My Mistake

by R41N-bow

My personal intake of what would of happen if santana never accepted herself and brittany didnt wait for her to accept herself for who she reallty is. A/N this would never happen I just took a personal experience and turned it into one of my favorite shows. Warning - Sad, not a happy ending so if thats what your looking for look somewhere else. This is my first story ever

Brittana One-Shot

I can't believe this day has actually come. You look so beautiful in your white wedding dress. I can't take my eyes of you. I guess I'm not the only one since you are the center of attention right now. I watch as you slowly make your way down the aisle towards your fiancé. I close my eyes and wish that when I wake up were back in front of my locker where everything went wrong. I slowly open my eyes and see the one thing that I never imagined would happen between us.

As his big, rough, manly hand run's over a perfect olive cheek and he leans in to kiss you I can only wish that I was the one that was standing up there with you on the alter. Looking into your brown eyes that I have learned to live without seeing every morning when I wake from my sleep about you, US, and the way I would give anything to go back in time to change the outcome of things between us. Now you're dancing with him and the piece left of my heart breaks when I see you looking back at me with those hurt brown eyes. I can only imagine that this is what it must have felt like when you were in my position two years ago. Where you begged me not to go through with it and asked me for another chance. You didn't know was that I wanted to sooooo bad, but I couldn't. Not because I didn't love you cause I will always love, but because of the small life growing in my stomach at the time.

I could never let myself tell of the real reason because I knew how much it would have hurt for you to know that I was starting a family which you had no part of. I guess I must have zoned out again because now you are nowhere to be found and other couples are occupying the dance floor. I close my eyes and try to be happy for you because you deserve happiness. All of it. I feel hand on my shoulder and wish with every fiber in me that it was you, but when I open my eyes I see the brown eyes of not you but my husband and father of my daughter. I guess you could say I have a thing for brown eyes. He knows about us and sees the hurt in my eyes so he suggests we leave and I couldn't agree more. It's not that I don't want you to be happy it's just that I wish I was the one causing happiness. The worst part is that all of this is my fault.

I choose not to wait for you. So we both said our "I do's". I just wish we said it to one another. Now we have to live without the other. Our bodies may be separated but our hearts will always be together.