Sequel to Laws of Attraction. Idk if you can read this as a standalone story. I'd even slightly advise you to read LoA first but whatever, knock yourself out with this one if you want :D

Huge thank you goes to ChillYourBeans for her help in editing this chapter and all the amazing and honest feedback as well as her input on everything ;)

I DON'T OWN GLEE OR ANYTHING EXCEPT THIS STORY. AND GRAMS. I LOVE GRAMS.

ENJOY! :)

Brittany's POV

"Miss Pierce?" A woman's voice wakes me up from my heavy slumber. "Miss Pierce, you need to wake up."

I slowly open my eyes and look up to see a flight attendant smiling back at me. "Ma'am, we're arriving momentarily. Please put on your seatbelt." She adds and motions to the window beside me.

I'm still a little drowsy but nonetheless, I nod courteously at her which she returns before moving on to wake up a few passengers as well. I'm not sure how long I've slept throughout the whole flight but when I stretch a few of my limbs, I hear some cracking and popping indicating that I might have been out a little longer than I anticipated. I look around me and watch the few people seated in my section prepare themselves for our landing. When I'm at least a little more aware of my surroundings now, I reposition my seat as it were before and buckle up like I was told to. As we all wait, I lean towards the side of my seat and perch an elbow on my arm rest. I place my head on it then proceed to look out the window beside me.

From afar, I see the New York skyline. Towering buildings and whatnot. The early morning sun shining upon the city while during the evenings, it's full of lights and music. A city full of diversity and excitement. I'm so in love with this city and everything that comes with it. Of course, Santana is in it so I guess that adds to the charm of everything. I miss her so much and words cannot express how excited I am to see her again.

Momentarily, the plane touches down and we finally arrive on land after a nonstop flight from London to New York. After a few minutes, everyone hurries to scramble out of the plane while I just take my time to get everything I need before making my way towards the plane's exit.

"Welcome back to New York." The flight attendant from a while ago tells me with a big grin.

- Santana's POV -

"Goddamn it!"

I shout as I hear my alarm go off for the second time from my bedside table since I've tried to ignore it ten minutes or so ago. I open one eye and peek at my alarm clock to see that it's 8:00 in the morning. I ponder a little why it's set at such an early time but never mind, it's too early for me to be using my brain anyway. Thankfully, it stops going off after I threw the damn thing across the room but then, my fucking phone starts ringing. I don't even check who's calling me before I pick it up with my eyes closed and face covered with pillows.

"I'm still asleep. I'm sleep talking. Call back again. Like after five hours." I mumble almost incoherently. Before I get to put it down though, I hear a familiar chuckle from the other line that puts things back in perspective in my mind.

"Well, good morning to you too. I see you haven't left the house yet." The voice teases while I hear a sound or more like an announcement coming from the background. My eyes open wide and I hastily get up from bed when I suddenly remember why my alarm clock was set so early.

"W-what? No, of course not, dear. I just thought you were Quinn. I'm almost at the airport. Has your plane landed yet?" I ramble as I quickly put on decent clothes in record time, grabbing my keys from the table and a coat from the rack before finally exiting my room in a haste.

"Uh-huh. I don't know, Santana. You tell me if my plane has landed yet since you're already close to the airport like you said."

"W-Well, uh... Let me guess, your plane was flying a while ago, right?"

"Probably since that's how planes work." I hear chuckling as I run into Mercedes and Tina carrying bags and what seems to be coffee for everyone upon exiting the front door of my house.

"Do you have one for me?" I grin widely at Mercedes while covering the phone receiver in my hand.

"Lemme guess, you ignored your alarm and there's already someone at the airport waiting for you?" Mercedes voices with a smirk. I don't even say anything else but just continue to grin widely at her in which both she and Tina just chuckle while handing me two coffee cups in a container together with a paper bag.

"One for you, and the other as a bribe for running late." Tina quips and I wink at them before sprinting to my car a few feet away. "There's also bagels in there!" One of them exclaims behind me as I get in my car and start it immediately, pulling up after I take a quick sip of my coffee.

It's been three years since we graduated. Three years and three months, to be exact.

Not a lot has changed in the past three years except for this little shindig later. As far as I can recall, it was a year ago when Lucy decided and told me that she wanted to pop the question to Berry. I wasn't really shocked about it since they're crazy for each other and I guess it was my relentless teasing about them living together in sin without the marriage thing that finally got them going. So, a month after that little confession and with the help of almost everyone, Quinn popped the question and the rest is history. And yes, Berry went overboard with the waterworks throughout the whole proposal.

So, after months of meticulous wedding planning, poor me and everyone else being subjected and forced to side on various arguments regarding some of the wedding details and all that jazz, we've finally arrived to this day. It's a Sunday church wedding in the Hamptons with the reception being held at this lavish vineyard just a couple of minutes away. Over the weekend, people have continuously flocked here for the event and all the wedding shenanigans like the rehearsal dinner and stuff that's been happening at the Fabrays. My parents, the Pierces, Berrys, the rest of the guest party and a lot more VIP people are staying at nearby hotels close to the church for less hassle, while everyone else and Grams, except the Fabrays who have their own residence, are staying with me.

"I'll be expecting a little bribe for being late." The other line playfully scoffs, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Isn't my presence a gift already? I know you missed me and it's been a while since I last graced you with my presence."

"Humbling but not exactly life-changing. And look at you being clingy. It's only been two weeks, dear."

"I know, it's all Gel Boy's fault."

"'Gel Boy'? Santana, you make it sound like he's in porn."

"Well, I never really liked him. Plus, he's addicted to bow ties. They should make a ten step group for him." I utter as I turn towards a street leading to the airport. With the right speed and non existence of stupid people on the road this early, I'll probably be there in five minutes or so. Nah, I can make it three. "Am I not supposed to be the center of your universe?" I add with a smirk.

"You know, you still haven't changed since we graduated from law school. It's been what, three years?"

"Please don't remind me of how old you've become, honey. It's painful to hear that you're approaching closer to your twilight years."

"All of us. Never mind the fact that we're lawyers which statistically speaking, we're bound to kill ourselves over being depressed but you know, we're not getting any younger."

I chuckle to myself. "And why am I getting a speech this early?"

"Oh nothing. Must be the fact that our friends are getting married later and you're running late in picking me up. Seriously, I can walk there myself and get to your house within ten minutes."

"That's comforting to hear. I guess I should turn back now and go get me some more sleep."

"Don't you dare!" I hear the voice shout loud enough to hold it away from my ear for a second. "Now, where are you? I need to pee."

"Come on, I was just playing with you. I'm here already. I can see you." I voice out as I turn towards the airport entrance where I'm momentarily stopped for a quick, mandatory security check. "You know that I can sue you if I have an accident while talking on the phone and driving at the same time, right?" I tease.

"Hey, we're off the clock. And please let's not talk about anything remotely work-related or I swear that I will project all my stress on to you and it won't be pretty." I hear and imagine eyes rolling at me which I just brush off with a slight chuckle as I'm given the go signal to enter the premises.

"I don't see you. Where are you coming from?"

"It's a secret. Guess where I am." I playfully exclaim.

"Come on, Santana. I am literally the only person waiting and standing here outside. Plus, I so badly need to pee so can you get here now?"

"Find a corner or something to do your business, babe. Gosh, why do I have to do everything around here?" I jest in amusement. I turn one last time towards a pathway leading to the arrival area and finally see a lone person talking on the phone from the distance.

"Is that you?" I see the person looking directly at me.

"Maybe. Is it driven by a totally hot woman?"

"Well, I can't really see through that extremely expensive car that must be three years' worth of rent in Manhattan but I'm pretty sure it's driven by you by the way you're recklessly violating the speed limit."

I roll my eyes at the statement but nevertheless smile a little. "I won't implicate myself on that one."

Within a few seconds, I finally arrive at my destination and pull over by the side in front of the figure. I alight from my car with a forced grin and in return, I get a look with raised eyebrows and am eventually given a quick hug which I return.

"I have literally aged about 10 years waiting for you, Santana. And please don't ever call me 'babe' again because it has me all cringe-y inside."

"Aww… I missed you too, Kurt." I say with a grin. I proceed to walk over towards the front side of my car and open the compartment for him. "I see someone has been making the big bucks. How much is Isabelle paying you?" I add upon checking out his complete outfit from head to toe.

"Probably dirt poor compared to working for a BigLaw firm. Just enough to buy cheap wine and pretzels for my everyday meal." He replies sarcastically while I help him fit everything inside the space.

"Uh-huh. I can see that." I chuckle and carry one last piece of luggage to put in the compartment. "Gosh, how many days did you pack for? You're just staying overnight, right?"

"Yes and no. Isabelle wants me to come with her to a few meetings in New York tomorrow and the day after so therefore, it's just enough to last me for the few days that I will be around town."

"Oh great, so you'll drop by the apartment then?" I reply, shutting the compartment door before motioning for him to enter the car while I do the same.

"Yep. I'll be staying at Quinn and Rachel's place, actually."

"Cool then." I grin, adjusting the rearview mirror.

"So, this may not sound genuine but I'm actually really excited to see this George you have so wanted me to meet later at the wedding. I guess the name alone sounds like someone who's actually nice." He says with a nod.

"George is nice, Kurt." I say with a small smile. "Probably will knock you off of your feet with kindness."

"I'm still skeptic about love since the whole break up thing with Blaine after he cheated on me so let's just agree that George has a big heart."

"Woah, let's slow down with the love bit, okay? That's a little too fast for your own good." I voice out while he just shrugs. I hand him the coffee and bagel Mercedes gave me awhile ago. "I know I'm late but I also know you love me, Lady Hummel."

"Just be thankful that I missed you." He replies while shaking his head in disbelief and grabbing the food bribe from me before I pull out of the airport.

"Fabby, stop walking around it's making me dizzy!" I exclaim exasperatedly for the third time in the past three minutes.

I'm currently in Quinn's waiting room, watching her in amusement as she alternates between panicking and walking back and forth trying to keep her shit together then calming down by keeping her mind off of the wedding by asking me mundane questions. I believe that as her maid of honor, I should let her do her thing. I've agreed with my morals early on that if she were to do a runaway bride thing then I would gladly hail a cab for her. And hey, I'd do the same for Berry. Quinn's bridesmaids, Tina and Mercedes are somewhere out there fetching her a drink that she so needs right now to calm her nerves.

There's only about half an hour left till the wedding starts. Going against having a beach wedding, she and Rachel finally decided on having a church wedding right here in the Hamptons. I'm not sure how many guests there are but it's safe to say that there's a freaking lot of them. From colleagues, friends, relatives, business people, rich folks, even a celebrity or two, I think. To make it short, this wedding is probably the social event of the season with how grand it is. Everyone in attendance is probably seated now.

"I know, I'm sorry. I think I'm having cold feet or something. And don't call me Fabby, you know I hate that." Quinn sneers back.

"Fine. But will you please just stand still or something? Or maybe face the corner until you're told to come out."

Quinn rolls her eyes at me while I just grin. "Whatever, S. Let's talk about something else, just anything to keep me from fainting."

"Okay." I say and purse my lips as I think of a topic. "Oh! I heard that Weston finally came back yesterday for the few things he left at his office."

"Finally!" Quinn sighs. "I know the three of us are supposed to work closely together since we're associates but that dude is such a creep! He was about one touch away on my waist again before I filed a sexual harassment case against him."

"Yeah, I never liked him either. That dude just couldn't take a hint. I'm sure he'd find a street pole in a skirt sexually appealing. I'm glad he's gone." I shake my head in disbelief as Quinn and I chuckle.

"Will you be okay for one week without me at work, S?" Quinn asks me innocently while checking her wedding dress in the mirror as we wait for the wedding planner's cue.

Since we're talking about work, it's been three long years since we've graduated from law school, passed the bar, and started working for my mother's Big Law firm in New York, Lopez Hayward.

Okay. I should explain a few things. Big Law is what you call the top ten biggest and most successful law firms in the country with each respective firm having several branches spanning all over the globe. My mother is the Founding, Name, and Managing Partner of Lopez Hayward, which basically means that she's head bitch of her own firm. John Hayward was my mother's former co-Founding Partner but don't mind him since he's just furniture and he already retired twelve years ago anyway, they're just keeping his name up there for business purposes. In a nutshell, my mother's a bad ass for running her own firm, of course with a little help from the Senior Partners. Alright, so to get a better grasp of what makes a firm, the ladder is as follows from the highest to the lowest: Managing Partner, Senior Partner, Junior Partner, Senior Associate, Junior Associate, Paralegal, Legal Secretary, Office Assistant, Intern, and maybe a few contractual lawyers. I promise I'll go into detail but now's not really the right time for that. Because, wedding.

We're still working for my mother's firm under her tutelage, three years now and counting. And to boot, we just got promoted a year ago from Junior Associates to Senior Associates through extreme hard work and dedication. Now, people may think that we had it easy but boy, they are so wrong. From the very start, Mami treated us like any other employee in her firm. Hell, I'm sure we had it harder since everyone expected a lot from us. We started from the bottom of the pile, fetching coffee for the higher ups and whatnot as interns back then, to having our own small cubicles when we officially started working as newbie associates for her, and now after two years, we have our own small glass walled office! It's pretty stressful and satisfying at the same time. Yeah, there are lots of sleepless nights, literally boxes of cases that we usually have to go on in a small amount of time, and just a bunch of stuff that would make a normal person want to give up life in general but you know, we honestly love what we do so it's all worth it.

Anyway, Quinn and Rachel are still my neighbors, of course. I don't even know how but we've actually created a good dynamic between us to the point that I've gotten comfortable with being around Rachel for more than five minutes now. I can honestly say that the Midget and I are kind of, a little bit like, best friends now too. Weird shit, if you ask me. Oh, before I forgot to mention, Berry quit working for the Environmental and Animal Law firm a year ago after working there for two years to focus on her Broadway hopes and dreams. After going to endless auditions and the difficult part of waiting for some feedback, she finally landed the Lead Role of Fanny Brice in a revival of Funny Girl later this year. So yeah, it's actually exciting for all of us and we're really proud of her. Another thing is, my law school friends and I are still tight. Through the years we've developed a few rituals such as agreeing to spend Thanksgiving together every year since last year and visiting each other as best as we can whenever we're around the same town. We've promised each other that we'll be there for the huge moments in each other's lives and so far, it's been all good.

"I'll survive, Q. Although I can't say the same about your not-so-hidden stash of food in your office." I tease with a grin which she just brushes off with a deep sigh.

"So, where is your lover? Everyone's been looking for her. I thought her flight left last night?"

"'Lover'? She'll have a field day when she hears that, Q." I playfully sneer back. "But yes, her flight from London left last night. Last time we talked was when she was boarding the bus on the way here so maybe she'll be here in a little while."

"Well, isn't she a tad late? I mean, come on, S. It's a wedding, why didn't you just fetch her from the airport?"

"She doesn't want me to, I was told to stay put and just wait for her. Her exact words were, 'Quinn needs you'. But thinking about it now, I guess I really should have just fetched her. You seem to be fine on your own in between your panic attacks." I say sarcastically.

Quinn gives me a stern look. "Nah, she's right. I do need you here, like an accomplice if ever I decide to run away. I guess there's always the reception if she doesn't make it to the wedding in time."

"To your ridiculously expensive reception, I might add." I tease with a smirk.

"Oh my god, S. I think I'm gonna faint!" Quinn suddenly exclaims in panic, making me jump a little again. "Fuck! Am I making the right decision here? I mean, Rachel and I have only been dating for a couple of years! Isn't there like a requirement of some kind before a couple decides to get married? Shit!" She cries out, holding a hand over her forehead while strolling around in circles.

I chuckle and fix my god awful strapless Rose colored bridesmaid dress as I sit down on the bench across from her. "You are being ridiculous, Q. I thought you were looking forward to this day all your life?"

"Well, I was!" Quinn sneers back and gives me a stern look. "Aren't you supposed to calm me down or something?"

"I'm not really good in comforting people. Besides, your drink will be here any minute now. You'll be fine. Just calm down." I tease with a big grin.

"Santana, never in the history of calming down does anyone ever calm down when somebody tells them that!"

"Okay, okay! I was just trying to say something to make you feel better." I hold up both hands in defense. I sigh and motion for her to sit beside me on the bench which she reluctantly does so. "Okay, if you want me to try and do the whole comforting thing then fine. I'll try my best to be a good maid of honor to you, alright?" I trail off and she just looks at me. "You and Rachel have this weird one of a kind thing going on that makes me want to throw up." I say with a grin while she gives me a horrified expression as if I said something wrong.

I look up and think about it for a second before continuing to speak. "Okay, I think that came out wrong so let me rephrase that. You and Rachel are two peas in a freaking pod, Q. I know you're having cold feet right now but that's just nerves. You're about to embark on this big adventure with Rachel and it's okay to feel that way because it really is scary." I pause and put an arm around her.

"As much as I hate to admit it, Rachel's the one for you, Quinn. It's not just the way you look at each other, or how you seem to genuinely like one another, or even the way you can tolerate each other's crazy. I guess the way it makes me want to puke whenever I see how disgustingly sweet you two are is already enough proof that you guys are gold. So, if you're contemplating on running away or maybe having second thoughts about marrying Berry, don't. Just don't, Q. Because that's freaking absurd even with your standards and besides, you seriously look damn good in your dress. You wouldn't want to waste that, would you?" I finish with a wide grin which she returns with a chuckle.

"You should have just started with how I'm rocking my wedding dress before anything else."

"I know. But I wanted to be a little dramatic every now and then." I smirk as we share a laugh.

Like clockwork, the door opens to unveil a tall, statuesque woman with blonde hair that stops just a few inches below the shoulder propped up into an eloquent bun, wearing a dark blue, two-piece lace and jersey pants suit, presumably in her 60's and someone who could pass off as Meryl Streep's doppelganger entering the room.

"Oh, wonderful. You two are having a moment here while your bride in the other room is having the panic attack of the decade." Grams utters nonchalantly and hands Quinn a glass of whiskey. "Tina and Mercedes are in the other room right now. Well, everyone is over there as of the moment, stopping Rachel from trying to jump off the balcony."

"What?! Rachel doesn't want to marry me?! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Quinn immediately stands up and goes into panic mode, walking back and forth again.

"Grams!" I exclaim and give her a look of disbelief which she brushes off.

"Calm your breasts, JLo. She'll be fine. Kurt gave her two shots of tequila and I think she's pretty sedated now." The older woman pronounces and shrugs at her own statement.

Quinn only gives her an incredulous look then proceeds to drink the whiskey in her hand in almost one gulp before turning to me. "Okay. But could you maybe check if she's fine? Maybe if she needs anything? I'd go myself but we're trying to follow the superstition thing."

I try to contemplate it for a second before sighing. I roll my eyes and just nod at her demand. "Anything for the bride." I say before leaving the room completely.

The wedding was amazing and beautiful.

I will deny this to my grave but I cried a little bit throughout the whole ceremony. Okay, not just a little bit but come on, it's my best friend's wedding. And hey, everyone cried too so I guess it was a pretty standard thing. Anyway, after the church wedding and all that mumbo jumbo, we proceed to the lavish reception. I'm actually having the time of my life at the moment with all my loved ones. The lamb was exceptional and the dessert was freaking great. In a little while, we'll start to give our toasts to the brides so before that happens, I excuse myself from my table and rehearse my lines somewhere a little bit hidden.

I'm just about a few feet away from the exit when I get the surprise of my life. The sight almost makes me faint. I haven't seen her for two years now but it really doesn't matter because after all this time, the jump my heart makes in her presence that literally knocks me off my feet still remains the same.

"Brittany?" I utter in a surprised but nonchalant tone.

I turn my whole attention towards her and just take in her existence. I can't deny that a little hope in me lingers as I see her staring back at me with those blue eyes that I've grown accustomed to. I don't know what to say or feel right now with all these emotions inside of me. She's so goddamn beautiful, it freaking hurts. I try to move or come up with something to say but I stop thinking almost instantly when she motions towards me.

It only took her one step before I could wonder though. Because almost instantaneously, our moment is cut off.

"Santana!"

I turn my attention towards the voice and catch myself a little off-guard when someone settles beside me. A gorgeous mahogany brown haired woman standing about 5'6, with pale skin, blue eyes, and a mousy nose. She puts her arm around my waist then intertwines her hand with mine as she gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. It's a quick pace of scene that leaves me frozen and unable to react immediately. Although the fact that I kept my stare on Brittany the whole time is something that didn't go unnoticed by me.

"Oh, hello!" The woman looks at Brittany with a smile, something that surprises me. "Fancy running into you again. Are you feeling better now?"

The situation gets me a little confused and shocked. It's impossible. I don't even know if they know each other. "Y-Yeah." The blonde replies in a stutter, her gaze on me.

The woman beside me nods and looks back and forth between us. "Do you two know each other?" She asks Brittany innocently and I see her genuinely taken aback. A bunch of questions invade my mind but I try to maintain my cool.

"Y-Yes." She manages to croak out and I see her contemplate whether to ask the one question which I'm sure she already knows the answer to. "I-I'm sorry I didn't catch your name earlier."

It's been two long years.

The woman beside me grins at her and holds out a hand while her body is still glued to mine. "That's alright. I'm Georgina. Everyone else calls me George though. And you are?"

Two years of not seeing each other. Two years when I last held her. Two years since we broke up.

I see Brittany's eyebrows scrunch a little in confusion but she nevertheless tries to be as nice as possible even though I know she's hurting right now. "P-Pierce. Brittany Pierce." She replies as she takes my girlfriend's hand and shakes it.

Buckle up, it's going to be an emotional roller coaster. I'm so excited! Next chapter ties things together.

Next update is on Sunday again. Maybe earlier. Depends on my mood :)