Yes, I know that I should be updating LoA but this idea has been bothering me big time during class for a while now. I just need to get this out of my system before my exams. Haha.
Not sure if I'd leave it as a one-shot or continue with the story. Let me know your thoughts about it as always.
I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ANY/SOME OF THE CHARACTERS. HOWEVER, I DO OWN THIS STORY. All rights reserved by the author.
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It's Brittany's wedding day.
The day that almost every girl anticipated or planned ever since they were kids. People even often regard it as the most important day of a woman's life. So, how come Brittany feels otherwise?
"Okay. Deep breaths." The blonde nervously mumbles while looking at herself in the large mirror.
Suddenly, the door opens to unveil another blonde.
"You called for me?" The bride's maid of honor peeks through the door.
"Oh god. Quinn, I'm so nervous! I don't think I can go through with this!"
"What?" Her best friend exclaims as she approaches and holds Brittany on both sides of her arms. "Britt, you're just getting cold feet. It's normal. You just need to calm down."
"No, Q. This is different. I don't think I want to get married." She sits down on the bed beside her while Quinn does the same.
Brittany and Amanda, her fiancée, met during Brittany's junior year in Juilliard through their mutual friends and have since been together for 3 years. Amanda, who was a year ahead of Brittany from another university, proposed to the blonde during her graduation. However, they decided to put off the wedding until a year later, in order to save up their own money and focus on their careers first while living in New York together.
"How can you say that? You've been together for the longest time, Britt."
"I know. It's just that I've been having this gut feeling that I'm about to make the biggest mistake of my life by marrying her."
The maid of honor gasps in shock. "What?!"
"I just.. I-I'm not sure if I want to get married at all. To her." Brittany mumbles.
Quinn then stands up to face the bride. "Look, Britt. I know that the wedding is overwhelming you so much right now but a lot of people are outside waiting for you to get married. This is all just cold feet, okay? Every bride gets it. Plus, Amanda loves you and you love her too, right?"
Brittany sighs. "I honestly don't know anymore, Quinn."
The other blonde squints her eyes at the bride. "You were supposed to say 'yes', Britt."
A few seconds of silence envelops the whole room and just as Brittany is about to say something, the wedding planner comes in to tell them that the wedding's about to start. In this regard, they take to their places but not before exchanging a worried glance at each other.
Brittany's mind is clouded with so much doubt right now that she didn't really hear her father say something while walking her down the aisle.
"Honey, you have to smile." Christopher Pierce mumbles beside his daughter who looks as if she's seen a corpse in front of her.
"W-what? Oh, sorry."
"You okay, baby? You look like you're about to faint or something."
"Y-yeah. I'm fine, Dad."
Brittany glances up to see the other bride. A red head with long hair just like hers and almost as tall as the blonde herself, who's also wearing a white dress while grinning widely at Brittany on the other end of the aisle.
After a few seconds and a kiss on the cheek, Christopher finally gives his daughter away and the priest proceeds to do the ceremony.
"Hey, you okay?" Amanda whispers to Brittany, she replies by giving only a small smile while the former just nods and is acting completely oblivious to her distress.
Right now, Brittany's mind is full of questions. Is Amanda the one? Is she making the right decision by marrying her? She doesn't even know more than half of the guests her parents and Amanda's parents had invited to their wedding. Hell, Brittany and her soon-to-be mother-in-law hate each other big time. At first, Brittany had known Amanda as a sweet and loving person but halfway through her senior year, she noticed that Amanda had become more arrogant, lazy, and cocky which in turn, results to a tendency of belittling everyone around her, especially those who aren't in the same level as them. Another issue is that, Brittany seems that she doesn't even know herself anymore, she feels that she's lost her identity ever since Amanda had become possessive of her and completely dominated their relationship a year or two after they started dating.
She feels trapped by forcing herself into an identity Amanda built for her. Besides, the ginger has been nothing but a bully when it comes to Brittany's dancing career, saying that it's only just a hobby and she should find a real job like hers in the corporate world. And so, Brittany gave up dancing and took up a non-fulfilling job in advertising while secretly doing dance auditions for that one big, lucky break.
Amanda is from a less wealthy family than that of Brittany. In talks of business though, Amanda volunteered to take over and run half of the Pierce's business for Brittany when they get married because according to her, Brittany could hardly do with an easy job, let alone run such a huge business. Brittany's dream of becoming a successful dancer was further ignited when she had been accepted to become one of Beyoncé's back up dancers in her tour. However, Amanda heavily demanded that she drop out of the tour or else, she would leave her. Brittany hesitantly chose to drop out of love for Amanda.
Is this the person Brittany would want to spend the rest of her life with? They're not even married but Amanda already treats her like she owns Brittany and that Brittany owes her life to her. Is she ready to get married? Brittany thought that she had invested a lot of time and effort into this relationship just to walk away. She couldn't just leave, right? But now, she isn't as sure anymore.
"Britt!"
"Huh?" Brittany is pulled out of her thoughts by Amanda who's glaring at her while gesturing to the priest.
"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest repeats and looks at her for an answer.
The blonde opens her mouth to recite the rehearsed words of "I do" but to her surprise, nothing comes out. Maybe this is a sign. She looks at her right where the guests are situated to see that they're all looking at her curiously. The only worried faces among the audience are that of her parents, sister, and Quinn.
"Brittany! Just say the damn words!" Amanda's glare intensifies, whispering a little too loud for all the bridesmaids to hear.
The crowd is now talking loudly to each other. The scene at the altar causing a commotion among them.
Brittany closes her eyes for a moment to block out all the negative thoughts and the tears forming in her eyes. This is the last straw. She knows what she has to do. And she has to do it now or forever be silent.
"Amanda.."
Brittany slowly takes off her ring which causes gasps and loud whispers from the crowd. Upon removing it, she grabs Amanda's hand and places it on her palm then closes it before looking at the other bride's eyes which are on the verge of tears.
"I'm sorry." Brittany feels a drop of tear on her cheek. "I can't do this. I'm so sorry."
The tears that were only forming in her eyes a while ago have now fallen. Brittany grabs her wedding gown and runs out of the church as fast as she could while sobbing heavily. She hears her name being called out by Amanda and some others behind her but she doesn't care anymore.
There is no turning back now. She doesn't want to.
Brittany ran until she felt that her legs couldn't do it anymore. It must have been a few hours of walking and running around Manhattan trying to keep anyone from seeing her that she finally gave up. It didn't stop other people from staring at her and her make up stained face though.
It was about 9pm when Brittany decided to just go home. But she couldn't possibly do that right now with everything that has happened, right? So, Brittany needs to go to a place where no one will judge the blonde and would give her the space and comfort that she needs right now. Quinn's.
Brittany walks towards the subway and rides the first train that comes her way while earning pity stares from other people on the tracks. Luckily, there aren't that much people now and she manages to get a whole bleacher to herself. Brittany leans forward with her elbows resting on both of her thighs and thinks about everything that have happened today. So much stress, so much drama. Brittany breaks down right there and then with her hands covering her face. She doesn't care about anyone anymore and the looks they're giving her or if she's loud. Her grief is as transparent as it could be.
"Hey." The voice of a woman calls out beside Brittany.
"L-Leave me alone, please." The blonde mumbles through the tears.
A sudden silence takes over. The only sound Brittany could her is the train's movement and that of her crying. After a moment, Brittany looks up to wipe away her tears. She gives out a huge sigh and leans back in the chair.
"Here." The woman from awhile ago mutters and hands out a handkerchief in front of Brittany. The blonde looks at the handkerchief first before looking back at the woman sitting beside her.
"Come on, now." The brunette utters again with her hand still stretched out.
The blonde looks at her and sees one of the most attractive faces she's ever seen, a Latina woman wearing a white blouse, leather jacket, and some tight jeans.
"Are you a mugger or something? Because today hasn't really been a good day for me as you can probably see. I only have 20 bucks in my bra so to speak."
The Latina chuckles. "Not really. And that makes two of us, actually." The mystery woman now has a good view of Brittany's features and thinks that the blonde is probably the most stunning woman she's ever seen, she doesn't care about the puffiness or if the blonde's face is a bit make-up stained. She's just so damn beautiful. She tells herself.
The blonde accepts the handkerchief and wipes away the remaining tears on her face. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it." The Latina stretches out her hand again. "By the way, I'm Santana."
The blonde stares at her at first. Kind of weirded out in a nice way before taking her hand in a firm grip. "Brittany."
Their hands remain clasped to each other until the brunette speaks up.
"I know this is probably weird but would you like to get off this train and grab a bite?"
The blonde looks at her dumbfounded. "But we don't know each other. Aren't you even afraid that I'd hurt you or something? Don't kidnap me, please."
Santana laughs this time, amused at the girl in front of her. "I sincerely doubt it. You just look hungry and I haven't eaten as well. So, I figured that it was a win-win thing, you know."
Brittany is somehow entertained, it's rare that she'd come across someone like Santana in New York. She heavily contemplates the offer and seeing that the next stop is one stop short of her destination to Quinn's, she makes up her mind.
"I really am hungry."
They alighted and walk to a restaurant called Breadstix, a couple blocks away from where they came from.
"They have amazing breadsticks here. Seriously." The brunette exclaims.
Brittany wonders why she's talking to this woman, let alone come with her to this restaurant. She can't help but feel at ease with her though, it's as if they've been friends for years.
They proceed to eat in silence for the next hour with neither talking to other except for the occasional glances. Santana was nice enough to smile at Brittany every now and then but mostly after every refill of her breadsticks which she gladly shared with the blonde.
"Don't worry, I got this." Santana utters when the bill arrives. Brittany doesn't have the energy to fight for the bill anymore, so she just nod and gives a small smile.
"That was a nice meal. Thank you." The blonde says.
"No problem. So, what do you want to do next?"
She's dumbfounded. Brittany thought that they'd go their separate ways by now but Santana still continues to surprise her with this. "I don't know. I honestly don't feel like going home yet." The blonde blurts out while looking down. Tears are forming in her eyes again.
"Cool. Let's walk around then." Santana tells Brittany with a grin. The blonde looks at her with surprise, mostly at the girl's enthusiasm. She doesn't understand how a stranger like Santana can be so nice to her. What she likes most though is that Santana hasn't asked or demanded anything so far. They both stand up and decide to walk around town. They walk in silence and ignored all the stares they keep getting from bystanders. After a few minutes, Brittany realizes that they're already near Quinn's place.
"I hope you feel better. Or at least a little." Santana breaks the ice.
"Yeah. Thanks Santana." Brittany looks at the brunette. "I hope you don't mind me asking, what do you mean when you said earlier that you had a bad day?"
Santana's face falls which doesn't go unnoticed by Brittany. "Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't -"
"Nah, it's fine." Santana mutters under her breath.
They find a bench just a few feet from them and decide to sit down.
"My fiancée cheated on me. I caught her in our bed with another woman." Santana exclaims.
Brittany is taken aback by this. Two engagements broken in one day. What are the chances?
"I'm sorry, Santana." Brittany exclaims.
"Yeah. That's what she said too. That it was my fault why she cheated. That I was working too much for my dream which will never come true. That maybe if I tried to pay more attention to her she wouldn't go and fuck our upstairs neighbor. That she doesn't love me anymore and a lot more bullshit." Santana chuckles but the squeak and break in her voice is apparent. "We were supposed to get married next month, you know. I love her so fucking much and she just goes and breaks my heart like she didn't care for me at all. I'm working so hard so I can give her the best life I could and this happens." Santana wipes away a tear and lets out a huge sigh before giving a small smile. "But hey, I'm sure my day wasn't as bad as yours."
Brittany gives a sympathetic smile before looking down. "I left my fiancée at the altar."
Santana only stares at her as if she's analyzing something.
"I realized that she wasn't the one. That I deserved to be treated better. That I can't let her define who I am as a person and run my life for me. That I need to follow my dreams without her telling me that I will never make it. I know that maybe I should've called off everything before today but the thing is, I didn't realize all this until the priest asked me if I'd take her to be my wife. I realized at that moment that I didn't want to be her wife and spend the rest of my life with her. It was all bottled up, you know. I'm sad that this had to happen, of course. I've invested a lot into our relationship, as well. However, I don't remember the last time I felt this free or at least a little happy until after I ran out the church. Sue me for feeling liberated." Brittany exclaims while she wipes away the tears in her face.
"Sorry about that, Brittany."
They settle into a comfortable silence. The both of them staring at nothing in particular while looking back at their personal misfortunes today. Two previously engaged beautiful women who coincidentally had a really bad day and ran into each other in the subway. Makes up for a nice story someday.
Suddenly, Santana's phone rings. She grabs it from her jacket to see that it's her ex-fiancée calling.
"Well, I have to go now since it's getting late. Time to face the music." Santana mentions with disappointment.
"You're right. I should probably go too." Brittany voices out as she stands up.
"Wait, are you coming home to her?" Santana asks with a scrunched up face while she tries to level with Brittany,
"No. To my best friend. I can't really face someone I just left at the altar, you know." The blonde chuckles at her remark.
"Point taken." Santana chuckles as well. "Good luck with everything, Brittany. And thank you for tonight."
"No. Thank you, Santana. And good luck as well. It's been nice running into you." Brittany says with a small smile while holding out her hand.
Santana comes closer and shakes the blonde's hand. "Likewise, Brittany. See you around."
It must have been a few seconds but neither wanted to let go of the other. And instead of doing so, Brittany leans in and kisses Santana on the lips.
The brunette is caught by surprise at first but nevertheless, kisses the girl back. It's only a short but sensual kiss. Maybe it's from the overwhelming emotion of everything that have happened today but both of them know that there's a sexual tension between them and an undeniable chemistry that they share.
Brittany is the first to pull back. She smiles one last time before turning on her heels one last time to head towards Quinn's.
"Wait!" Santana exclaims from behind her. Brittany looks back at the brunette who's staring at her. "Will I see you again?" She asks curiously.
Brittany thinks about it first, she had never felt at ease with anyone like her short encounter with Santana. The blonde is almost tempted to give in and say "yes" but she knows better than to give false hope. So, Brittany waves goodbye to the brunette before grabbing her wedding gown.
"I'll see you around, Santana."
I'm not sure if I should continue this story or just leave it as a one-shot. So, please leave your thoughts and let me know if I should continue with this fic.
Thank you for reading!