Chapter two: Problems.
-How are you going to get there, then?- Brittany's dad said after her daughter told him about her and Santana's plan.
-We'll fly- The blonde said simply, smiling at her father, who sighed, he knew that his daughter was an innocent girl and sometimes things like not having enough money to buy plane tickets was something she didn't understand easily.
-But, hon, you need money for that, a lot of money- He said, trying not to crash her daughter's dreams.
-I can get money, I have some and you can give me some more, right?- Brittany knew this was the way Santana and her would get to New York.
Her father sighed again, he knew Brittany wasn't going to like this, but he had to tell her what he thought. –Hon, don't you think, that maybe, it'd be better if you and Santana get married in a couple years? Just because you can do it now it doesn't mean you have to-
Brittany blinked several times, trying to understand every word her daddy had just spoken. –But, I love Santana-
-I know- Her father interrupted her.
-And I want to marry her and she wants to marry me, money's not important, love is.- She finished, sure of what she was saying.
-Sometimes, love isn't enough, Baby B- Her dad told her using her childhood nickname, he was the only person who still called her like that.
-No, love is everything, daddy, it is to me and to Santana and I'm marrying her.- Brittany said, she was mad. She got up from her chair in the kitchen and ran to her room, where she laid down on her bed with her cat very close to her, she reached for her phone and sent a message to San, it read:
"Can you please come? I need you."
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The minute she got Brittany's text, Santana got in her car and drove all the way from Lima Heights to the blonde's house. B's dad opened the door and didn't say a word to Santana, just pointed up the stairs with his head and went back to the kitchen.
Santana ran upstairs and knocked on Brittany's door, opening it slightly. –B? It's me, San- She said and as the blonde whisper come in, and she entered the room. There she found a crying Brittany, she sure needed her.
Sitting in the bed next to her, the latina held her girlfriend close and caressed her hair. –What happened, babe?- She asked.
-Daddy, daddy said we can't go to New York- The girl answered sobbing.
-Oh- Santana exclaimed, realizing he hadn't really thought about that part of the wedding, getting to NYC. Recovering herself quickly she asked –And why's that?-
The blonde looked up to her, with still tearful eyes. –He said we can't fly because we have no money-
Santana didn't know what to say, Brittany's dad was right, they couldn't afford one plane ticket, let alone two. –Well, then we're going to look for some other way to get there- She finally said.
The blonde girl smiled and sat down in the bed to hug her girlfriend. –I knew love was enough-
Santana smiled as she hugged B tightly, as tightly as she could. The one thing she loved the most about Brittany was how she was so positive all the time and how she thought love could conquer all, something Santana herself wasn't so sure about.
-So, how are we going to go there? - The blonde asked, excited.
The latina thought about it for a moment. Flying wasn't an option, it was too expensive, they couldn't walk there and Santana knew Brittany hated trains and she hated buses so there was truly only one option left. –Road trip- She said simply.
B looked at her confused. –We'll drive there, well, I'll drive us there, we can take some people with us as well- Santana explained.
Brittany hugged her again. –That sounds really, really fun! - She broke the hug smiling at Santana. –You're the best girlfriend in the world, I love you so much. - She said and hugged her again.
The latina, smiled at her words and as she hugged her back she whispered, caressing her hair. –I love you, too, B, you have no idea how much I love you.-
In that moment she realized, she'll do whatever she had to in order to make Brittany happy.