Summary: It's been about 4 years since Brittana has broken up. The pair reconnected as friends two years after their break up. One of the girls had just entered a relationship right before their reconnection. Now, she is getting married, and the other has just realized she still loves the bride-to-be. It's time for her to speak up now, or forever hold her peace.

Side note: Mostly canon characterization. I'm sure you'll all notice the slight changes. Also, I have no idea which girl I want to be the one getting married, and which one to be the one to speak up, so you'll notice the narrator speak as if it could be either one. That's also why I don't mention if Alex is a boy or girl, because again I haven't decided yet. I promise I'll decide soon, and you'll get a big reveal when that happens :)

Inspiration: The original idea came for this story popped into my head while watching that god-awful Bram marriage ceremony while doing homework. I usually happen to have music on while studying, and wouldn't you know it that Taylor Swift's Speak Now (go listen to it, it's a good one :) song was on just before that scene. Thus, we have a story in my head that just sort of leaped out feet first onto my laptop page. Each chapter will be based on a different T Swift song – it's just every time I listen to her albums epic Brittana feels and plots start swirling around in my mind all inspired by the lyrics. I probably (I say probably because I could change my mind, it happens a lot) won't be using Mine as a whole chapter since it's already in canon, but maybe a reference or two to that scene could pop in to say hello.

One last quick note: I don't own Glee or any of the awesome characters. If I did, this show would probably be on some channel like HBO where anything goes. Also, this isn't my first time writing fiction. I'm an avid reader and writer, but this is the very first time I've ever posted my work anywhere and let anybody at all see it. I'll admit I make lots of grammar mistakes (feel free to call me out on them, I love constructive criticism), but mostly I just hope you guys enjoy reading as much as I do writing it :)

And finally, on to the story!

Chapter 1 Speak Now

This is wrong. So wrong! I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here at all really. I mean I was disinvited. God, what am I doing here? What if she doesn't – NO! STOP! No negative thoughts. You came here to rescue the girl of your dreams. To wisk her away from making the biggest mistake of our lives, to save her, and to fly off into the sunset where we'll live happily ever after. I just have to get through the next couple hours, and well, not chicken out.

"What the hell are you doing here," you hear a whispered, yet rather stern and curious voice question the back of your head. You don't even have to look at her to know that Quinn has her eyes narrowed in scrutiny at your presence. Turning around, you see her in her canary yellow, form fitting bridesmaid dress - a dress you're suddenly thankful you aren't being forced to wear right now as it clashes terribly with your skin tone – and white heels hurriedly closing a door before rushing over to you.

"Seriously, you're not supposed to be here today," she accuses harshly, and proceeds to yank you down the hall and through another doorway. The room appears to be the chapel nursery. The crib and obscene amount of playthings tips you off. Quinn shuts the door, locks it, and rounds on you. You just know you're about to get an ear full.

"May I ask as to why you've decided to show up?"

You open your mouth to give her an answer, but she raises her hand to silence you.

"Never mind. I don't really care. All I know is that Alex disinvited you 2 weeks ago! And our precious soon-to-be bride, whom also happens to be one of your best friends, won't stop questioning me of your whereabouts! Why the fuck doesn't she know that her maid of honor hasn't shown up yet or isn't even attending her wedding? Alex didn't tell her your invite was rescinded? What the hell went down?!"

Quinn's just thrown her hands up in the air, and she's huffing. You know she's pissed. Not so much of the drama she's dealing with right now, but more so of being kept in the dark of something big. Especially since it pertains to her two best friends.

"I… We… We're… It's complicated," you stutter out.

"I got that."

"Look…" you trail off.

Should I tell her about my plan? Should I tell her what happened? All I really want to do is get my girl back and live happily forever after with her.

Quinn's just raised her eyebrows and nodded urging you to continue on. You know she's losing patience, which is a tiny bit satisfying to the little power struggle the two of you have had with each other since you were little. Right now, you know things she doesn't. Big things. You just know it's eating at her.

Fuck it. You decide you've got to tell her. You need an ally in this plan, or at least someone who supports you.

"I'm here to get her back."

"Excuse me!?"

"I still love her. I don't think I ever stopped. I need her. She get's me the way no one else does. Quinn, she can't marry Alex. I was stupid to have encouraged her to do such a thing. I was stupid to accept being her maid of honor. I was stupid to have ever let her out of my life in the first place. We never should have been apart – like ever." You wince at the sound of your voice squeaking and raising on the last few words. You feel the tears threatening to fall, and you hope they don't because you really don't want to be crying right now. You need to be strong. You're already terrified at the prospect of stopping a wedding in front of pretty much all of your friends and their families - you just know they're all going to hate you after today. Breaking down just isn't an option right now or you know you'll chicken out.

You've been looking at the ground throughout your little speech, because you didn't want to see Quinn's reaction. You hear her footsteps and she's suddenly standing in front of you. She delicately grabs your hands. You look up, because she hasn't said anything yet and you expected an outburst of some kind. Her silence is sort of scary, because you really did expect her inner lioness to run rampant and rip you a new one at your pathetic lovesick victim speech. Quinn is studying you as she purses her lips. Then out of nowhere, she smiles.

"You're smiling creepily at me."

She laughs.

"Thank you Captain Obvious."

She begins to swing your hands side to side, back and forth. "

I can't believe I didn't see it. You still being in love with her."

You smile at that, because of course you are.

"Heh, yeah" you drawl out in a slight whisper.

Quinn has a slight twinkle in her eye, and she's still smiling. Almost smirking, you realize. You know that look. It's the face she makes when she knows something that you don't. That sort of irks you, but right now is not the time to play games with each other. You have a serious plan to execute. So serious, that you'd like to title this as The Biggest Most Life Changing Best Plan of Your Life Ever.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this," she laughs out. "What's your plan?"

"Uh, what?"

"Well you said you were here to get her back, so what's your plan?"

You are so confused right now. Is she really just going to go along with this? No questions asked? You really expected something different out of her. A scolding. Disapproval. Perhaps even her pushing you out of the church. Pretty much anything other than this happy, supportive Quinn. She's really not the kind of girl to be an accomplice to anyone rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. You know that her thoughts on love are cynical at best lately, but she's definitely not one to mess with a happily ever after.

As if reading your mind she blurts "You're one my best friends. You deserve to live happily ever after. Even if that means I have to destroy that of one of our exes."

You both scrunch up your faces in disgust as you remember that between the three musketeers that make up the Unholy Trinity, Alex would make the third person that all three of you have shared and gotten with in some way. Clearly, you lot seem to ignore the unwritten rule of girl world that dictates not dating or hooking up with your friend's exes.

"Oh well, it's not like I cared all the much about Alex anyways," she states with an air of nonchalance. You throw her a smirk and a raised eyebrow because you know back in her freshman year of college, Alex was her absolute life for all of two months or however long they were together. You know Quinn would never admit it though.

"Besides I'm pretty sure the only reason our darling bride named you maid of honor was because she wanted a chance to see what it would be like to be standing next you at the alter. I mean if we're being serious here, we all know that I'm much more qualified for those duties than you - what with me being a Yale graduate event planner and all. Just saying."

You laugh.

"If that's what you need say to comfort yourself, Quinn. We'll go with it. I personally just thought it was because I'm way hotter and much more fun."

Then Quinn's words hit you and the image of you standing at the alter with the girl who has taken your heart hostage since the moment you laid eyes on each other crosses your mind and you can't help but love the way your heart stops and speeds up all in the same instance at that notion.

"So seriously, though, what's your plan? Because we have like an hour and a half till it's go time."

"Uhm, well I was sort of hoping that just her noticing me in the pew would be enough. I wasn't aware that Alex didn't tell her I was suddenly uninvited and why."

You hated Alex before for stealing your girl out from under you. You hated A even more for keeping the two of you apart for the past couple weeks, though you do suppose there was a good reason. And right now you just despise Alex's existence all together for keeping secrets from someone who is about to be married to. You have a firm stance that secrets don't make a relationship, and an even firmer stance that your best friend shouldn't be treated like this in her own relationship. She can make her own decisions. She deserves to deal with things herself. She deserves to know that it's not you pushing her away or running away like you suddenly hate her like her texts, voicemails, and Facebook messages indicate that she feels. You've tried contacting her back in every way, but you just know Alex has been able to intercept all of those chances at explaining yourself.

"Yeah, how did that happen anyways?"

You momentarily forgot Quinn wasn't aware of the situation.

"Alex came home early," is the cryptic whispered reply you provide her with.

Quinn's eyes are bulging out of her face. It's sort of comical. Except this isn't a funny memory so you just wait for her to query what you just know she's dying to.

"WHAT?! YOU GUYS WERE HOOKING UP?! Why didn't I know? Why wouldn't you guys tell me? HOLY SHIT! ALEX CAUGHT YOU GUYS, RIGHT?!" She's officially flipped.

You knew your answer was vague, but damn did she get the details wrong.

"What? No!" You have to defend yourself. "It wasn't like that. Not completely. We were just hanging out, like usual. She was lonely. I mean who wouldn't be if their fiancé was only ever home like two days a week."

"Okay, so what? You decided you'd make your move on her while Alex was away? I know you're totally crazy for her, but I thought you'd respected their relationship enough to keep it in your pants."

"No. It wasn't like that. Like you, A just jumped to conclusions." In your mind, you know that if Alex hadn't tried to surprise her by coming home early from the business trip that night, things definitely would have progressed. To where and how far, you're not sure.

You just know that since the two of you had rediscovered a friendship with each other after your breakup, things have been getting more and more like they used to be. Like when the two of you were flirtatious and sending longing glances at each other. That element of your relationship returned almost immediately. But lately, the two of you have even been getting a little more touchy-feely and handsy with each other. Especially when Alex was out of town for business. A touch on the arm here, a little playing with each others hands and fingers during a movie there, maybe some slight cuddling while watching trashy reality TV thrown in for good measure. You two are like magnets. You can't help it really.

You just know that sooner or later, something would have happened. You definitely hoped it would have happened anyways. Even if that meant one of you would be cheating and the other would be the side woman. Of course, that wouldn't be a new situation for either of you anyways considering the way things went back in high school. Artie's four-eyed face pops into your head at that thought.

Quinn breaks you out of your quick trip down memory lane when she presses you to explain things the right way.

Well, looks like your taking another trip along remembering road, because there is no way she'll totally get how much you need to do this if you don't start from the beginning. Maybe you should write down your epic love story and call it The Story of Us or some other completely cute, romantic title.