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HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE!

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"Not One More Year Without"
Quinn, Brittany, Santana (as Trinity), Brittana, and many others later on...
Trinity Series #8 (following 'Babes in Toyland')

(series listed under the communities tab in my profile)
(also this series intersects with a couple others: Sylvesters series & Boston Britt series)

Waking to 9:00am

Santana never really remembered her dreams, though she could generally hold on to what they felt like… good dreams, bad dreams… boring dreams… This one had been kind of dull, and then all of a sudden it had gotten warm… happy… It took her a moment to realize she was waking up, and that the source of the warmth was a pair of arms hanging lazily over her, a head pressed into her back. She smiled, grasping the hands. "You awake?" she asked.

"No…" the sleepy voice replied.

"Right, sorry, I'll let you sleep," she baited, making to get up out of bed, and then the arms brought her back and held fast. Santana couldn't help smiling, turning around so to see her face. Her eyes still dreaded the light of morning though they blinked, tempting it.

"What are we doing today?" she asked, deciding to keep her eyes closed for a moment.

"Well, it's New Year's Eve, there's snow… everywhere," Santana looked out their bedroom window. "None of us are working, officially or… unofficially…" she saw the hints of a smile on her fiancée's lips. "Guess we just wait for the year to end, then the new one can begin…" She looked back, sensing Brittany shift a bit, and she saw her eyes opened and looking back at her. Any time she mentioned the new year, she could see her mind… remembering. The arrival of the new year may have just meant a great big party at the end of this night for a lot of people, but to her, and to Santana, it meant that something else was coming – the day when they would become wives. They had decided for January, very specifically. Brittany wanted snow… more than that, she wanted snow but she wasn't going to have the whole thing upstaged by Christmas either, so… January. They had begun making preparations, here and there, though the majority of it was still undone.

"Our last year not married is going to be over soon," Brittany remarked, just like that. "Although technically I guess it's really next year… There'll still be a few weeks of it when we're not…"

"Yeah…" Santana agreed, looking back at her.

"It'd be great if this really could be the last year. Then we could start the new one and… we'd be there already," she went on.

"Yeah…" Santana repeated, still looking at her, but there was an idea in her eyes now. "So you don't have any plans today, right?" she reviewed, and Brittany shook her head. "How about it then…"

"How about what?"

"Want to get married today?" The blonde blinked, scrambling into a seated position, looking at Santana as she sat up as well.

"What?" she couldn't keep her features from smiling.

"Well, you were right. It would be great if this was the last year. And if that's the case, then it's now or never… today… you and me, we say our vows, exchange rings," she played with her fingers, "And when midnight strikes… brand new year…"

"Right before midnight," Brittany nodded.

"Right before midnight," Santana agreed and got a kiss for it. When she saw into Brittany's eyes again though, the size of the task they'd just set themselves really showed itself. They had a lot to do, and they needed help… someone who was good with plans. "Quinn!" she shouted out, letting her voice carry off to where the third member of their Trinity would hopefully hear. They listened, every little sound audible in the absolute silence, and they swore they heard a curse in the distance. Brittany bit back a chuckle. A minute later, they could hear steps approaching in the hall.

"Everything alright?" Quinn's voice was heard.

"Yes, get in here," Santana instructed.

"You two decent?"

"Buck naked," Santana teased, and the door opened to find a dishevelled and glaring Quinn standing there. "Did we wake you?"

"This better be good," she yawned.

"We're getting married," Brittany announced, and this so far wasn't shifting Quinn's expression.

"Today," Santana clarified. "Getting married today." Quinn blinked. "We're not exactly rich with time here, and we need your help."

"You're serious?" Quinn asked, sounding a bit more awake already. The two of them gave a nod, and finally she smiled, coming to sit at the foot of the bed. "Why now though?"

"Why not now?" Brittany shrugged.

"We need you to 'Breaker' us a wedding, can you do it?" Santana asked, and it got a defiant smirk out of their team leader.

"You just watch me," she told them, then after a beat they laughed, and Quinn moved up to hug them. "Pen and paper," she called, and Santana reached over to the drawer on her night stand, handed them to Quinn who began to draft up a list. She'd spent enough time around the existing preparations to know where they lied on that front. "Most important thing to deal with as soon as possible is the guest list… especially those who need to get in from Lima. Hand me your phones, I'll make the calls," she went on, and Santana and Brittany both reached for their phones, handing them over. "Right, I'll get started. You two go shower… Separately," she quickly amended, pointing a mock-accusing finger, getting a grin out of Brittany and a roll of the eyes out of Santana; Quinn was in charge of their schedule now… for better or for worse. So off they went.

Santana had gone in to shower first, while Brittany got coffee brewing and Quinn sat to start making her calls. Brittany placed one cup in front of her and got a silent thank you, then took the other two cups back upstairs, drinking from her own as she went. To be honest, she almost didn't need the waking boost of the caffeine anymore, the more the thought sank in… she was getting married today… By the time she'd finished her cup, Santana was out of the shower. Brittany handed her the second cup with a kiss before going off to take her turn. When she was done, she came back to their room, finding Santana tending to her hair. Going to the window, she frowned.

"What if they can't make it?" she asked, worried.

"They will," Santana assured her. "It'll clear up, and it's probably not that bad over there." What worried her more was whether certain stores might be closed, but she kept that to herself, not wanting anything to come along that would dash the giddiness she could still see in the blonde's face, and the way she could hardly stay on one foot or the other for very long… and that just erased her own worries right back.

Then there was a knock at the door, and Quinn came in. They couldn't explain the expression on her face, except the closest thing they could identify it to was 'bad news,' and even that didn't really cover it. She still had the phone in her hand. "We, uh… We have a problem."

TO BE CONTINUED