Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Four Weddings and a Funeral.
Prologue
Love is very tricky. It is hard to come by, and when you do find it, it is also easy to mess up. But, I believe, that every person has one, real, true soul mate out there. And if you search hard enough, if you dig deep enough, if you want it enough, you can find it. Or, if you don't, you can go through your whole life and never find them.
Believe me. I, Santana Maria Lopez, was never a romantic. I didn't use to believe this lovey-dovey, mushy crap here. I didn't really give a damn about it. I was harsh and cold and I pushed everyone away. I refused to be close to anyone except for a few friends, who I wasn't even entirely honest to. I had been burned by love, I had let it destroy me. I was the one to sleep around, I was that girl. But I didn't want to be that girl. I figured, if I didn't let anyone in, there was no way they could ever use me, make a fool of me, turn me into that girl ever again. I didn't trust people, especially men. Yes, I'm a lesbian. Deal with it. If you're going to judge me, just stop reading now and go buy a freaking Christian romance novel without any sex or violence or any real passion. This story is real, so I think it is worth your time. But, back to what I was saying.
Eventually, as you might have guessed, the charade had to end. As time went on, I found myself reconnected to someone I thought I had lost.
Brittany S. Pierce.
She had been my best friend for as long as I could remember, but after high school I lost contact with her. Over the course of four years, six weddings, one baby shower, and a funeral, I found myself falling in love with this girl, deeper than I ever thought possible.
So, if you haven't been frightened off yet, here is my story. No, here is our story. The story of Britt and me.