(Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of their characters. I'm just a fan looking to explore.)
Soooo... I've kind have been on a writing rampage this past week. This is my other story that basically took over everything else I have been trying to do this past week, (I will be posting new chapters for my other two ongoing fics in the next few days,) but this one, well, it's become something special to me. It's rated M for future chapters, (fyi next 5 ch. already written so they should be popping up every other day as long as work doesn't get too crazy) This first chap. is mostly light and funny, but there's a lot coming up, drama, pain, love, you name it, it'll be in it at some point, well maybe not sci-fi stuff, but you get the gist...again this is more of a long term story so if it catches your eye, I hope you stay with it.
Santana closed the door behind her and rolled her eyes as Kurt came running up to her.
"Is everything ok?"
"Yes, she's fine; she's just driving me crazy as usual, but I haven't killed her... yet. Please tell me you can watch the bride from hell so I can get some air."
"Sure," Kurt answered with a skip. Santana shot her hands up in front of her to shield herself from the ridiculously excited maid of honor.
It had been five years to the date since the last time Finn and Rachel decided to get married and they thought it would be romantic and sentimental to use the same date. Santana, on the other hand, thought it was destined to be a colossal disaster, but when did those two ever listen to her.
Santana decided to take a step outside hoping to get some fresh air, but of course, as soon as she opened the door, she walked into a cloud of smoke. The last thing she wanted was to reek of cigarettes when she looked so incredible in her bridesmaid dress. She still loved that she somehow convinced Rachel that it would probably be best for her to pick out a color and let everyone chose their own dress styles since not only were her bridesmaids of completely different body types, but the last thing people wanted to see was Kurt frolicking down the isle in one.
Although, Santana liked the shorter dress better, Rachel would have lost it, and her ears already felt like they were bleeding from all her yapping about that wedding as it was. So, instead she chose a Crinckled Walter, that fell just inches from her knees and thank god she persuaded Rachel into Lilac, instead of the willow, tangerine mix, or whatever dreadful color she originally wanted.
Other than Kurt, Rachel had Mercedes and some floozy chick from NYADA in her wedding party. Originally, Rachel wanted Quinn, but after her freshman year at Yale, they all started to lose touch with her, and trying to get in touch with Quinn nowadays was nearly impossible. Rachel was already driving her and Kurt up the wall as it was, so after Quinn didn't get back to them on their fifth attempt, they convinced Rachel to ask the floozy from NYADA instead. Santana refused to learn her name, because she was too much like Rachel, and her patience could only handle one bright Berry at a time. They all just hoped Quinn would at least make it back to Lima for the wedding.
Santana used her fake smile to greet a few of the guest as they entered the church, and just as her face started to hurt a real smile shined through as she saw her best friend approach. She ran over and hugged the long blonde trying not to laugh at what she was wearing.
"Is there something wrong?" Brittany asked as Santana pulled back, her eyes not leaving her gown.
"Of course not, you look beautiful, but just out of curiosity, what are you wearing?"
"You said, the hobbit and chewbacca were finally getting married, so I thought it was a Lord of the Rings slash Star Wars themed wedding. I was originally going to wear Princess Lea's gold bikini, but whenever I do her cinnamon bun hairdo I get hungry and think it might be interesting to taste one, and dealing with Lord Tobbington's hairballs is gross enough as it is. Plus, Artie said it would be inappropriate." Santana laughed as she looked over her best friend again, admiring the elegant, light clover gown with a small trail, and shimmering silver headpiece matching one of Arwen's gowns from Lord of the Rings.
"I tried convincing Artie to be Frodo, but he wasn't to keen about me doing those big, hairy feet. So he decided to go as Han Solo, but I don't remember Han ever wearing a jacket and tie, do you?"
"I'm sure he did at some point." Santana answered wanting to save her BFF from thinking too hard. "Well Brit, as always, it's great to see you, but I've got to get back inside and make sure Rachel didn't send Kurt over the edge."
"Edge of what?" Santana was trying to think of a better way to explain what she met when Brittany waved her off. "Never mind, go ahead and get back in there, although I still can't believe you're one of her bridesmaids."
"Hey, it's me. I'm irresistible, you know that."
"True," Brittany leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips before heading inside.
Before going back to Rachel's room, Santana decided to take a peek inside the church to see who was already there. She saw her old cheerleading coach Sue Sylvester, who she swore they never invited, yet somehow always managed to show up to all of their events. Tina and Mike were sitting in front of Coach Sylvester; doing everything they could to dodge her whacks to their heads. There were a few more people she recognized including Beiste, Sugar, Sam, and a few more randoms whose names she chose to forget from McKinley. The one and only person she cared about seeing still was nowhere to be found.
"Where the hell is she?"
"Where the hell is who?" A raspy voice whispered into her ear. Santana shot around trying to control her excitement as she scooped Quinn into her arms.
"Q, you bitch, there you are." They both laughed in each others arms.
"It's good to see you too Santana."
"I'm so glad you came," Santana added as she pulled away, taking hold of Quinn's hands.
"Yeah, tell Rachel I'm sorry again for not being able to be one of her bridesmaids."
"Rachel? Hell, you own me an apology. If you thought that girl was an uptight, high maintenance, drama queen, in High School, you should try dealing with her as a bride to be. I'm one drink away from joining a meeting and that's only because murder is apparently frowned upon." Quinn laughed, but Santana's face remained still.
"No, seriously she's nuts. She even sent one of her dads after me when I didn't show up to her pre-wedding rehearsal an hour early last week, yeah you heard me right, a pre-wedding rehearsal."
"I guess I do owe you then, but after the wedding." Santana nodded as she hugged Quinn once more before opening the door for her to head into the church. Santana watched as she joined Brittany and Artie, glad to see all her old friends together again, then turned back around, took a deep breath, and made her way back to bride's room.
"There you are, no dad she's here." Rachel yapped, hanging up the phone.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Sorry, I couldn't take the chance of you running off."
"Rachel, I'm not the bride, you are, you're the one that's suppose to run off." Rachel's eyes widened.
"What?!"
"Oh good lord, take it down a notch will ya? I'm just making sure you want to be Mrs. Finn Mcfluberston Hudson for the rest of your life."
"Santana?" Kurt interrupted before Rachel's eyes fell out of her head.
"Oh, it was just one last one for the road, I promise." Kurt and Rachel stared her down for another minute. "Ok, seriously aren't there two other bridesmaids for you two torture, why me?" Rachel gave her a crocked smile before shuffling over to her.
"Because, as much as you hate to admit it, other than Kurt, you're my other best friend," Rachel attempted to hug her, but there was too much of her Satin Ball Gown in the way.
"This is awkward," Santana said bending over uncomfortably, but Rachel didn't let her go.
"You love me and you know it."
"Yea, yea, yea Rach, there's no need to tell everyone though." Rachel straightened herself and reached over for her and Kurt's hand, trying not to cry.
"Before we get this started, I just wanted to thank the two of you one more time. I know I haven't been easy to deal with, especially these past few weeks, but you both stood by me anyway, and I want you both to know how much I love and appreciate you." Kurt started to wave his hand in front of his face and ran over to the mirror to make sure his cover up didn't run as Santana bit her tongue. As much fun as it would have been to continue on with her natural snappy self, this was Rachel's day and she needed to try to be on her best behavior, or at least make sure to be subtle about her future comments and facial expressions.
"You look beautiful Rach, now let's get this show on the road."