The music became louder, swelling up from the soft Ave Maria and becoming something that was supposed to be happy, uplifting, something that was supposed to be an introduction to happiness. But all it brought for Santana was pain.
She winced and clutched her chest with one hand as the doors yards behind her opened. She had never understood why her heart had always ached whenever she was upset. Sure, there was the expression about being heartbroken, but how could it possibly happen?
The heart was an organ that oxygenated blood, that pumped it and pushed it around, keeping someone alive. What did it have to do with love? Not to mention that in her situation, she shouldn't have been feeling anything at all. And yet here she was, like a vampire being killed with a stake driven through her left breast, tears welling and spilling over like her blood that would never run again.
A collective breath flew through the massive crowd, and despite her pain, Santana couldn't help but smirk a little. She knew without looking how perfectly flawless Brittany was. She didn't need to see her in a big white gown, with makeup on and hair done up. She just wanted those nights back, the ones where she was undone and lazy, hair frizzy and lying in patches around her face that never got sweaty but only glowed as they shared a bed.
She felt the man beside her grin, and instantly that age-old emotion came roaring it's ugly head again. Ever since he had appeared in her perfect girl's life, she had hated him with a passion, but couldn't avoid feeling guilty for it. She couldn't stop herself from being happy when Brittany was happy, or appreciating him for comforting her when Lord Tubbington died. And she kind of felt a bit of joy at the fact that Brittany had sworn off women, had decided that no girl would ever live up to the legacy Santana had left behind. It boosted her ego, and also mixed a whole new helping of guilt into her screwed up emotions.
She finally turned, and there she was. Brittany S. Pierce. The most beautiful person in the world. She smiled at the man and reached out a hand. For just a moment, Santana stepped forward and grasped her hand. Brittany's smile faltered. A confused look spread over her delicate features. Santana's face crumpled into a sob as she closed the gap between them and took the love of her life into her arms for the last time.
"I love you so much," she whispered, brushing a stray blonde hair away from the flawless face, "and I'm so happy for you. I'm going to leave you alone now, because you can't be truly happy until I do. Thank you for letting me a part of your life." Brittany opened her mouth, confused, and then suddenly the man's hand reached through Santana's body and enclosed upon hers.
Santana stepped back and watched as Brittany wiped away a small tear and smiled with even more joy than before. Tears of pain continued down her face as Santana turned away and walked slowly back down the aisle, alone.
