So, there is a story behind why I came up with the idea, but, it'd take too long to explain.
I think by now you guys know I do not own Glee. ;)
Kurt was glad he and Santana were friends again. Sure, he messed up what was supposed to be one of Santana's happiest moments out of selfishness and Santana retaliated by tearing him down viciously; but, they are full-grown adults. They forgave each other. The past is in the past and all that. He was even happier that he and Blaine are back together and are finally getting married!
To everyone's complete surprise and shock, the two friends decided to share their wedding. Evidently, Wonderland isn't the only place where impossible things happen.
They found an abandoned barn outside of Fort Wayne, Indiana and fixed it up beautifully. Then, the two couples asked Burt to officiate. The former congressman was flattered and pleasantly surprised, but he agreed.
The big day came, and Kurt was nervous and excited. He sat in his dressing room making sure his outfit and hair were perfect. Rachel knocked on his door and came in.
"Hey." Rachel walked over to Kurt and sat down. "You ready?"
Kurt exhaled slowly. "Yeah. I think I am."
"You sure you want to get married this time?" Rachel raised an eyebrow and smirked.
Kurt chuckled. "Yes, Rachel. I'm one hundred percent sure."
Rachel chuckled. Then she sobered up. "I'm really happy for you. Your whole family's here, right?"
"Eh, there were some that couldn't make it." Kurt shrugged. "There are only two people who I really wanted to be here, but…"
Rachel nodded, knowingly. She instinctively touched her Finn necklace, then got an idea. She took it off, stood behind Kurt and fastened it around his neck.
"Oh." Kurt said in surprise. He touched the necklace.
"Now you have something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue." Rachel smiled. "I know he'd want you to have this necklace. To make you feel that even though he isn't here in body, he's here in spirit."
Kurt was deeply touched. "Thanks, Rach." They hugged.
XXX
"I'm so proud of you, baby."
Blaine and his mother, Pam hugged. As they pulled apart, Pam sighed and cupped Blaine's face in her hands.
"Thanks, Mom. Are Dad and Cooper coming?" Blaine asked, hopefully.
Pam's shoulders slumped. "No. I'm afraid not." She shrugged helplessly. "You know your dad and brother. Family just isn't a huge priority to them."
Blaine sighed in disappointment, then nodded. "You'd think I'd be used to this by now."
"I'm sorry."
"Fine. Just don't yell at me if I don't go to Cooper's wedding." Blaine smirked.
Pam gasped, half-playfully. "Why, Blaine Devon Anderson. Where did this sudden burst of attitude come from?"
"Ah, I think Kurt's rubbing off on me." Blaine nodded.
"Hmm. I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing." Pam half-joked.
"Mom!" Blaine threw his head back and groaned.
Pam held up her hands. "Don't worry- I approve completely. He is the best first boyfriend a mother could ever ask for. And since you both went to therapy, I know you will come out stronger than ever."
"Thanks." Blaine exhaled. "Is anyone in our family coming?"
Just as Blaine asked that, someone came up from behind him and covered Blaine's eyes with their hands. "Guess who?"
Blaine turned around to see a woman with shoulder length, curly, dark red hair; and beamed. "Aunt Melissa!" They hugged and laughed. "You made it!"
"Of course we did. It's not every day we get to see a double gay wedding!" Melissa grinned. She turned to Pam and hugged her. "Hey, sis."
"Hey, Uncle Tony." Blaine turned to a tall, Hispanic man and hugged him.
"Hey, kiddo. Congratulations."
"Thanks! Thanks for coming." Blaine grinned.
"Oh, sure, no problem. Oh…by the way, your aunt and I have our guns just in case some crazy homophobes decide to gate crash this wedding." Tony smiled and winked.
Blaine chuckled. "Well, if that happens, then that won't be necessary, 'cause Santana will probably scare them off."
XXX
Santana took a deep breath as she put on her veil. This was it. In spite of her sharing her wedding with Kurt and Blaine, this was going to be the happiest day of her life.
"Ready, mi hija?" Maribel poked her head into Santana's dressing room and walked in.
Santana sighed heavily. "I've been ready since my sophomore year in high school."
They both laughed and hugged. "I'm so proud of you."
"I just wish Abuela could be here." Santana said sadly.
"Oh. She is, Santana." Maribel placed her finger on Santana's chest. "She's right here. Those who are gone never leave us."
Santana scoffed. "That sounds like it came from a Disney movie." They both chuckled.
XXX
Brittany sat on her dresser stool with her arms folded. Her mother, Whitney walked in. "Hey, honey. What's wrong? Having second thoughts?"
"No. I'm so nervous. I forgot how to get dressed."
Whitney chuckled and walked over to her daughter. "It's okay to be nervous. On my wedding day, I was so nervous, I forgot both my bra and underwear."
Brittany laughed lightly. "Well, I haven't forgotten those."
"That's good." Whitney replied. She took Brittany by the hands and pulled her up. "I'm so happy for you. I've always hoped you would marry someone who makes you happy and protects you at all costs. Santana...though a little...abrasive is perfect for you."
"Thanks, Mom." Brittany sniffed and smiled. "Dad is perfect for you, too."
They laughed and hugged.
"We're not gonna have bad luck, right? Even though Santana saw me in my dress before we walked down the aisle?" Brittany asked. "I mean, Finn saw Rachel in her wedding dress before their almost wedding and then Quinn got into a car accident."
"Oh..." Whitney hugged Brittany again. "No. Of course not. Just because your friends had bad luck, doesn't mean you're going to."
XXX
Will and Emma sat in one of the back rows. "You know, I've never been to a double-wedding. This is exciting."
"Yeah." Will nodded in agreement. "Who would've thought that Santana and Kurt of all people would be willing to share the happiest day of their lives?"
"Yeah, really. They are both divas." Emma chuckled.
The door opened and everyone turned to see Sue walking down the aisle carrying a basket of flowers. "Hola, everyone." She started walking down the aisle, tossing out handfuls of fake flower petals.
Carole turned to see Sue, groaned in dismay, and pinched the bridge of her nose. Pam rolled her eyes. "Why am I not surprised?"
"'Cause she's the Stefano DiMera of Lima." Carole deadpanned. She sighed. "Kurt is not going to be happy."
"I doubt anyone getting married here is going to be." Pam replied.
"This'll be fun." Carole commented dryly.
Sue sat near Will and Emma. Will leaned towards her. "Sue, what are you doing here? Do you want Santana to kill you?"
"Just fulfilling my dream of being a flower girl at a fabulous gay wedding." Sue said simply.
"Uh, I'm sorry- are you five or fifty-five?" Will asked, irritated.
"I resent that remark about my age, buttchin. Wasn't it you who always says you're never too old to dream?" Sue smirked.
Will scoffed and shook his head. "For your sake, I hope Santana doesn't notice you're here."
XXX
Kurt and Santana stood at the doorway of the room. Kurt took a deep breath. "Well, this is it. Are you ready?"
"Yeah. You?" Santana asked.
"Yeah." Kurt looked around. "This is quite a turnout."
"No kidding. Is any of yours or Blaine's family here? All I see are either friends or coworkers." Santana commented.
"Au contraire." Kurt pointed to a middle aged man. "That is my uncle Andy- my dad's older brother, his son, his wife Kristen, their daughter Jennifer and her boyfriend Jack, their son, Sonny, and Sonny's wife Anna."
"Your uncle named his son Sonny?" Santana giggled.
"His mother is a big Sonny and Cher fan." Kurt shrugged.
"Oh my God, Anna's mouth is almost as big as Trouty Mouths'!" Santana exclaimed.
Kurt chuckled. "She actually sort of reminds me of you- well, a toned down, blonde, British version of you."
"She's British? Does she like tea and crumpets?" Santana half-joked.
"Actually, she's one of the few who doesn't like tea or crumpets." Kurt shrugged. "Blaine's aunt and uncle are also here."
"The Hispanic guy and the lady with the eighties hair?" Santana guessed.
"Yep. And they're both FBI agents, so, don't try anything." Kurt commented.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Santana smiled brightly.
"Okay, your turn." Kurt turned to Santana. "Tell me about your family. Who's here?"
Santana grimaced. "Well, there's really not much to tell. My dad doesn't approve of me being a lesbian, neither do my grandparents on my dad's side. My mom's an only child. My cousin Dario is here with his son, Diego. I call him 'Diablo', 'cause he really is a devil. Brittany's aunt, uncle, and cousin all died in a car wreck in our Freshman year of high school, and her dad's brothers live out of the country."
"Wow." Kurt nodded. He was about to say something else, when Santana gasped in both horror and anger.
"Sweet. Mother. Of. God. Tell me that is not Sue Sylvester sitting in the audience wearing a bridesmaid dress!" Santana growled.
"Really? You're surprised?" Kurt asked.
Santana thrust her bouquet into Kurt's chest, causing him to grunt in pain. "Hold my bouquet." She took her veil off, then her earrings. She then started storming towards Sue.
"Wait- Santana!" Kurt called after her. "FBI agents, remember?"
Ignoring her friend, Santana grabbed Sue by the hair and dragged her out of the room. Rachel ran up to Kurt. "Now what happened?"
Sue showed up, and Santana dragged her out of here." Kurt explained. "Do me a favor? Blaine's FBI agent aunt and uncle are both here. If Santana and I aren't back in five minutes, send them out."
"Absolutely." Rachel nodded.
"Thanks." Kurt ran out and saw Santana pinning Sue up against a wall. "Santana-"
"Hummel, I swear to God, if you intervene, I will make sure neither you or Blaine father children!" Santana snapped. Kurt swallowed and backed away. "Thank you. And as for you, you disgusting, evil, pathetic, piece of crap. I ought to have you thrown in prison for trespassing! No one invited you here, you're not welcome, you never were welcome, and you never will be! Get it through your thick head! Even your retarded daughter knows you are even less tolerable than Becky, which is saying something!"
Sue glared at Santana. "You did not just say that." She pushed her off.
"I hope she files for emancipation and leaves the country under an assumed name the instant she realizes what a horrible person you are!" Santana continued. "You are nothing but a hyprocritical, sad, pathetic, evil bitch!" She slapped Sue across the face, grabbed her head and slammed it against her knee as she brought it up, then threw her to the ground. Kurt gasped and stared in shock. Santana turned around. "Now, are we gonna get married, or stand around talking about it?!"
Kurt nodded, and held out her earrings, which she took and put them on. "You know, I'm surprised she took all that."
Santana chuckled wryly. "I'm surprised she showed up at all. She does know we hate her, right?"
"I think she's getting senile in her old age." Kurt joked.
Rachel opened the door and stuck her head out. "Hey. Are you guys ready?"
"Yep!" Santana smiled and turned to Kurt. "How do I look?"
"Perfect." Kurt replied. "How do I look?"
"Like a tool." Santana smirked. "Nah, just kidding. You actually look decent."
"Why thank you." Kurt chuckled. "Hey, can I give you some advice?"
"Not that I have a choice." Santana rolled her eyes.
"Don't let Sue ruin this wedding for you." Kurt said firmly. "It's your wedding day."
"I guess that's true."
Kurt nodded. "Mm-hmm. Who's getting married to Brittany S. Pierce?"
"I am, I am, I am." Santana jumped up and down, lightly.
"Who's the queen?" Kurt asked again.
Santana rolled her eyes and waved her hands above her head. "Me, me, me, me!" They both laughed. "Okay, you have a point. Nothing and no one is going to ruin this day for me."
Unbeknownst to the duo, someone was watching from around a corner, holding a gun. 'On the contrary, my dear Santana. Someone is going to ruin it for you.'
