Santana just sits there cross-legged on the floor fanning herself with a magazine, breathing deeply trying not to let the anger get to her killing the person next to her. It's a hot ass summer day and instead of being at the beach getting her tan on she's there sitting in a dance room on the Upper East Side waiting for some hot shot to show her some moves.

Looking around she can't help notice all her other friends have the same faces. Rachel is leaning against Kurt who is absentmindedly flipping through pictures on his phone. Every once in a while you see Rach's head dip a little as she tries to fight off the sleep that is taking over her due to boredom. On the other side of the room is Jade and Chris fighting over his phone in order to see who plays angry birds first. Santana can't help but roll her eyes at the fact that even though their 25 years old they act like they're 5.

Lastly her attention falls on Quinn who looks even more upset than all of them combined. She knows it has to do with the fact that last week's e-mail said to be at "Sance Academy" at 10am sharp and yet its 1030 and only half are here. Quinn was now pacing back and forth texting away on her phone and huffing and puffing at the responses she was getting. Quinn looks wide-eyed at her phone and just when she's about to speak the door flies open and the rest of the group comes strolling in followed by a guilty looking blonde.

Automatically Santana knows that Quinn was actually speaking to her because of the way she's staring at the floor like a kicked puppy. She looks up at Santana and their eyes meet and Santana can't fight her smile. Their little "stare and smile" contest is broken by Quinn's voice.

"Next time you send a massive e-mail make sure that everyone is here on time. We've been seriously waiting here for almost an hour..." she says as she plops herself down right next to the Latina. Santana can't help but notice how the blonde standing by the door discreetly rolls her eyes, unknown to everyone but very much seen by the Latina.

"Sorry Q, there was traffic and the guys and got lost. The choreographer isn't even here so we still have time." the blonde says as she takes a seat next to Jade and Chris yanking the phone from their hands and beginning to swipe her finger like a maniac, making everyone assume she has joined the other two playing Angry Birds.

Santana then huffs realizing its not almost 11am and she's still here wasting a perfectly hot summer day. "I really don't know why we're even here. Everyone in this room except for the gayberries knows how to dance so I don't know why you're paying so much money to some..." The Latina is interrupted by Kurt's scarf being thrown at her in retaliation due to her snarky comment. Santana sticks out her tongue which brings back the attitude of acting like a bunch of 5 year olds.

"I agree with Santana" Quinn interjects. "I just looked at the bill for this "hot-shot" and it's seriously blowing a huge hole on our budget. We technically don't need someone to teach us how to dance, we were cheerleaders and in glee club all throughout high school, and most of us took at least a dance lesson in college."

The blonde breaks her attention from the phone and huffs at Quinn's comment. "I think you're over exaggerating Quinn. First of all, she's worth every single penny. She is the choreographer for Beyonce AND Justin Timberlake and not only that but she owns the best dance studio in New York and thanks to my co-worker she is willing to choreograph this for less than half of what she normally charges." She says as she watches both Santana and Quinn roll their eyes. "And second, we're here to learn a dance that I want to go perfectly at my wedding." Her phone begins to ring so she pulls it out and silently reads her message. "And she's almost here, so I don't want to hear any huffing or puffing, yes that means you San." She says as she glances over to the Latina sitting in the corner with her head rested on Quinn's lap and her face covered by her arms.

Santana rolls her eyes knowing she can't be mad at the blonde, "mmphm." She mumbles as her slumber begins to take over.

Just when the blonde is about to respond the door flings open and the choreographer comes rushing in apologizing like a maniac. She makes her way directly towards the radio and begins to pull out all her belongings without even bothering to look at the rest of the individuals who most are staring wide-eyed at her.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I swear I was on time but I took the wrong train and ended up on the other side of town and I didn't notice because I fell asleep due to being awake all night due to my.. I don't even know why I'm telling you guys this, you guys must think I'm weird." She chuckles still not bothering to look up due to being too entertained flipping through her song selections on her iPod. "We'll anyway I don't normally do events like weddings, but since my sister knows you guys I'm more than happy to help. First of all let me introduce myself, my name is…" She turns around and is found with a bunch of eyes staring back at her. She can't believe her eyes. Here standing before her are a few people she had known pretty much her whole life. People she thought she would never see again.

"I can't believe you're the big shot choreographer we've been waiting for." Quinn says smiling while the others continue to nod, except for Santana who fell asleep with her arms shielding her face.

"QUINN! What did I say about snarky comments?" The blonde says standing up and walking over to a still very stunned choreographer. "I'm so sorry about her" she reaches her hand out. "My name is Ivette; I'm friends with your sister. She referred me to you and I'm so thankful to have you choreographing something for my big day."

The choreographer is pulled out of her daze when she feels Ivette's hand grab hers. In that same moment Quinn nudges Santana awake and that's when their eyes meet. The last time those eyes met were exactly 7 years, 2 months, 3 days ago. "Uh, hi my name is..."

"Brittany?"

Ivette looks around finally noticing how Rachel, Kurt, Quinn and Santana share the same expression. "Do you guys know each other?"

"We all went to high school together; some of us know each other even longer than that." Rachel says glancing at Quinn and Santana. You see before they were dubbed officially the Unholy Trinity in high school they were friends long before that, since the tender age of 4 to be exact.

"Well what a small world, Brittany. Now I'm even happier that you're the one choreographing all this since Ivette is obsessed with having the wedding turned into a dance event as well, and by the way Ivey, looks like a "cheerleader" is going be choreographing because after all Britt was on the Cheerios with us." Quinn says smiling sweetly at both blondes.

Normally Santana would give a snarky comment as well but she's too entranced staring at Brittany as well as Brittany staring at Santana. Never in a million years would Brittany have thought she would be seeing her favorite Latina. Until this day she spends most of her nights dreaming of caramel skin and big brown eyes and silently praying for fate to bring them back together after that night 7 years, 2 months, 3 days ago when her heart was shattered in two. She hasn't been the same without Santana, her smile wasn't as big, and her blue eyes weren't as bright all because San wasn't by her side. She couldn't believe fate had brought them back together after so long.

"Well this was a fun reunion but can we get started, Chris and I have to be at work in a couple hours." Jade says standing up and pulling her boyfriend by her side.

Brittany once again is broken from her trance and blue breaks away from brown and focus again on Ivette. "Uh... sure. Sorry about that. Let's get started. So what do you have in mind?"

"Well I want to have a tango number to introduce the newlyweds, kind of like a mash-up of songs."

"Mm, that sounds pretty cool Ivette. So let's get started, let's partner up." She turns away from the crowd still avoiding to make eye contact with Santana afraid that if she looks at her she might faint. "So Ivette is your fiancé here already? I haven't met him."

"Well actually Brittany, he's a she and she's actually standing right next to our maid of honor over there." Brittany's gaze shifts from the iPod she's holding to where Ivette is pointing. Blue eyes fall on Quinn and Santana.

"Stop standing there like a dummy and get over here, we don't have all day." Ivette chuckles as she makes her way to the duo, while Brittany silently prays it's not what she thinks.

Her breath stops as she watches how the love of her life, the person she envisioned her future is pulled up by Ivette to the front of the room to stand in front of Brittany.

"Even though you already know here I want to formally introduce you to my soon to be wife, Santana Lopez."

Well… Fuck.

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