"Oh my God Rachel would you listen to me?" She spun around to face me, and I face palmed. It was proving to be nearly impossible to speak to her alone. She was overdramatic and unrelenting in her use of vocabulary words that I didn't understand. Her wedding dress looked amazing, but the fearful expression on her face told me that she was even more confused than she was when I told her I needed to speak to her.

"Santana, I don't understand. Please help me understand." Rachel pleaded brushing her hair out of her face.

"Just don't marry him, it's that simple." I explained as if it was that simple. I knew it wasn't. I understood that someone telling you not to do something you were so hell-bent on, could be a huge problem. And I knew that Rachel was pissed, mainly because I was the one telling her. I guess I could imagine the roles being reversed. Rachel standing in front of me, telling me that I couldn't marry Brittany. The main difference is, I would punch the fuck out of Rachel if I was in this situation, but Rachel would never have the guts to do that.

"You can't tell me that Santana, not without a reason. I love Finn, I love him with all of my heart, and it's going to take a lot more than your weak warnings and sabotage to get me to call of this wedding." Rachel sat down and faced a mirror, fixing her hair and checking her cell phone. "And you know what." She snapped suddenly standing up and slamming her pointer finger into my pink dress garbed chest. "It's awful of you to do this on the most important day of my life. I know you don't like me, but you could at least try and let me be happy for once." She didn't understand. She was so wrapped into this romantic idea that she couldn't see beyond that. She wouldn't.

"I'm doing this because I want you to be happy." I told her, but she shook her head as if I were just lying. I wouldn't believe me either, frankly. "So that's it? Finn, the big unfriendly giant, is the love of your life?" I questioned.

"I'm wearing the wedding dress aren't I?"

"You didn't answer my question hobbit." I said with a smirk. "How can you love him? He's cheated on you…granted it was with me, but still. He always chooses football or basically anything over you. Oh wait and he fucking outed me." Rachel looked down at the ground at the last comment.

"I've scrutinized him for that Santana, what he did to you was wrong-." I cut her off, because as much as the diva claimed that she understood she didn't. No one did.

"He hasn't apologized Rachel. If you were him, I know you would in a second. Do you know that mi abuela won't even speak to me?" Rachel didn't respond instead she looked at me with sincerely sorry eyes to the point when I had to look away. "Either way, you shouldn't feel bad for the millions of times he's fucked up. You're a good person; you just make a lot of stupid decisions."

"Well this is one decision I don't plan on regretting." Rachel informed me.

"Oh really? So how does he make you feel?" I asked reaching for a chair and sitting down. I crossed my arms over my chest before I crossed my legs in anticipation. Normally, watching Rachel squirm wasn't as amusing as it is now.

"What do you-."

"Let me tell you how Brittany makes me feel. She makes me feel like nothing else in the world matters. Like if the whole world were to collapse and I'd be in a pit of fire, if I just thought of her everything would be okay. She knows exactly what to say to calm me down, and I know I'd do anything for her. I love her with every ounce of my being Rachel, I love her more than I've every loved anyone before. She's my everything." I bit my lip and held back from getting too emotional. I was trying to make a point, but in doing so I proved to myself again how wonderful Brittany is. "And you know what; if you loved Finn then you'd be in tears right now thinking about how you can't live without him."

"I do love him-."

"Bull-shit!" I said rolling my eyes. Rachel's phone buzzed and she rushed over to check her messages. I watched as she texted someone and then placed her phone back on the table with a loud sigh. "Who is that?"

"Quinn." Of course it was. Is Rachel blind or is she really this naïve?

"You're supposed to be out there getting married this very instant and…you're texting Quinn?" I questioned with a questioning raise of my eyebrow.

"I'm waiting for her. She promised she'd be here, she just needed to get her dress." God she was so fucking frustrating.

"Do you hear yourself? You're pushing your wedding back for Quinn. You're maid of honor is Quinn. You love Quinn." She threw her hands over her ears, like a child would to avoid hearing someone else.

"Santana shut up!" Oh good, I finally got Rachel to snap. I was hoping for that. Anger leads to true revelations, that and being drunk and I didn't have time to slip something into Rachel's water this morning. "Quinn's my friend…" She sounded so unsure of herself it was almost comical.

"Tell yourself whatever you want, but you've got your future husband waiting out there. So if you love him you should go, he won't wait forever…but Quinn, she will-." The buzzing of her phone caused her to jump and she rushed over to check it.

"She says she's on her way." Rachel said quietly. "Santana please be honest, are you doing all this because you think I like her, or because she likes me."

"Listen Quinn's afraid of rejection, that's why she went all ape-shit crazy earlier this year. She couldn't stand the thought of Beth rejecting her, but with you she needs to know. For the past three years I couldn't have a solid conversation with her without her bringing up Rachel Berry. So she loves you, and dammit Rachel…she's coming for you. Quinn's my best friend and I'll be damned if you marry Finn, I want her to be happy. And you know what else, Dave got me thinking. He got me thinking a whole hell of a lot and you know what I realized? I realized that life isn't going to wait around for anyone, not even for you Rachel. So don't let it pass you by." So it was all out there and now it was the moment of truth.

"Call it off." Rachel mumbled.

"What?"

"I said call it off!" She repeated louder. "Where are you spare clothes?" She questioned. I looked around the changing room, and saw a tiny pile of clothes neatly folded up, by Brittany, because I did not do folding. I pointed and Rachel practically ripped off her wedding dress, and flinging on my clothes.

"Hey!" I said unaware that her little plan had to involve her wearing my clothes.

"Alright I'm going out the back." Rachel said grabbing her cell phone. "Go out there tell everyone it's off…and please tell Finn to go fuck himself." I cracked a smile at Rachel's language. "And slap him again for good measure." I smirked thinking back to the time when I smacked Finn after the TroubleTones Rumor Has It/Someone Like You mash-up.

"Go get your girl!" I shouted after Rachel as she rushed out the back door to the dressing room. I stood there in my dress with a positive grin on my face, knowing that I had changed the course of history, for the better. I must have looked like a goof just standing there smiling and then I looked down at my dress. "Gah, I fucking hate pink." I wondered how I was persuaded into wearing this, but then I remembered. Oh yeah, Brittany.