Prologue
October 16th
Santana's fingers ran along the smooth paper envelope, unwilling to open it and discover the inevitable message inside.
She wondered what sort of wording they had decided on. Would it be a pretentious, 'You are cordially invited to attend'? Or would it perhaps sound more informal, like the two people that were getting married - a casual shoutout of 'We're getting hitched, come to our wedding"? Maybe they'd even taken a picture together and stuck it on, as if to rub it in to their invited guests that yes, they were happy, they were in love; they were perfect for each other.
Santana hated weddings.
She sighed, laying the envelope down on her dark oakwood table and turning away to the brighter kitchen. Occasionally, food could provide a temporary comfort to the throbbing ache in her chest that seemed to accompany her wherever she went nowadays.
With the skill of her female relatives before her, Santana quickly began chopping tomatoes and onions, intent on preparing her favorite comfort food, burritos. The sizzling of the pan distracted her for a few moments, and in her momentary concentrated bliss she was able to omit the images of a beautiful blonde bride and her equally blonde husband embracing as they sealed the ties that would bind them for life.
Resting her elbows in the counter top, Santana closed her eyes and rubbed at her temples. Common sense told her that she would have to open the envelope sooner or later… and wasn't it better to just get it over with? That way, her imagination would not have the chance to imagine worse case scenarios of blaring pop-up wedding invitations, or other such monstrosities.
Purposefully, Santana opened her eyes and strode to the hall. She was Santana fucking Lopez. No dumb little invitation was going to faze her. The rip of the envelope knife cut through the silence of her house, and she drew out the light piece of paper with little care.
The letter read:
Santana,
Sam Evans and Brittany Pierce are delighted to invite you to their super awesome wedding celebration. They hope to see you there with your dancing shoes and best party spirit. The bar will be open and the food will be free, so what are you waiting for? RSVP to either Brittany or Sam at….
The letter ended with what was supposed to be a sweet picture of the two kissing by the side of the paper. The invite was exactly what she would have expected from the two of them, but the saccharine perfection of it caused her heart to clench and her stomach to drop. "So freaking charming," Santana spat sarcastically. In the kitchen, the onions and tomatoes burned, but Santana ignored them.
She had lost her appetite.
A/N: Well, there you go, my first attempt at a fic. I'm actually quite excited for this story and feel like I could learn a lot from constructive criticism, so if you'd like, leave a review telling me what you thought!