I haven't seen the last few episodes of Glee yet, but I've heard about them. As well as a particular story-line in the next one. And just, no thank you.

So in response, I wrote this. I hope it cheers some of you guys up. :) I was going to title it "A Very Brittana Wedding", but I think that's already been taken...


A Very Freak Wedding (Rated K - Family/Romance)

Brittany couldn't believe this day was actually here. After years of waiting, and voting, and hoping, Ohio had finally made same sex marriages legal! Well, technically they became legal six months ago, which was when Brittany had wanted to take advantage of this human rights breakthrough, but Santana was having none of it. As badly as the cat woman wanted to get married to her best friend and mate, she didn't want to do it while carrying their second child. Despite the fact it meant both their children could technically be in the wedding if they did, she was insistent that she be able to look her best on the most important night of her life. And looking her best didn't include walking down the aisle with a beach ball strapped to her stomach beneath her dress.

"You look silly Momma," Sierra Pierce-Lopez giggled, inspecting her mother's half dress, half tuxedo ensemble as she took a break from bouncing energetically around the room. The nine year old had never been inside a church before, and the high ceilings and numerous alcoves along the walls were entirely too enticing for the young Neko. She had already been reprimanded half a dozen times for climbing onto the life-size statue of Jesus on the cross situated at the front of the room. The Lopez's weren't religious themselves, but the Pierces were, and so the couple had agreed to their wedding in the chapel in town. Truthfully, both girls had really wanted to elope in Vegas, or possibly on board one of those gay cruise ships, but had decided to compromise when Mr. Pierce had reminded them he was paying for their wedding, so could they please just do this one thing to make his wife happy?

Mrs. Pierce had been enraged when she'd found out her husband had used her to guilt the girls into getting married locally, but since the plans had already been made, she'd offered to make it up to them by watching Sierra and Lucas while the girls went on an extended honeymoon to the destination of their choice. That choice being Las Vegas, in the end. So all in all, things were looking pretty damn good for the young family. If only they could make it through the day without someone completely falling apart.

Unbeknownst to the up and coming newlyweds, there was actually a pool going on amongst their friends and family as to which one of them would start crying first. Santana was the favorite at the moment, which Lolita actually thought was unfair, seeing as the girl had just given birth a month ago, and her hormones were still off whack because of that. Jesús thought it evened the playing field out a little, since Brittany tended to cry over simple things like rainbows and two for one sales at the baby GAP.

Currently Brittany was near tears over her daughter; the young cat girl dressed in the poofiest, frilliest, pinkest flower girl dress imaginable. This was also a concession the family had to make, since the normally tomboyish child had only agreed to wear a dress if they got her an iPad in exchange. At first, Brittany had been reluctant to encourage her child's "manipulative" ways. But Santana had been all for it, and had only gotten Brittany on board when she'd showed her the dress she was going to make their daughter wear. If Sierra was going to hold their wedding hostage over an iPad, then fine, two could always play at that game. After all, the girl had never stipulated what the dress she'd wear had to look like. She also hadn't specified which version of the iPad she'd wanted, and the first generation ones were currently selling for peanuts on eBay.

"You think I look silly?" Brittany asked, smoothing down the lapels on her half jacket as she gazed at herself in the full length mirror. She could see her daughter out of the corner of her eye, nodding emphatically. "You're wearing a 'Pretty Pretty Princess' gown, and you think I look silly?" she countered, turning now to grin at the girl. Sierra simply huffed and flicked her tail beneath the poof of her hoop skirt. It would be worth it when she was playing Angry Birds in Space on her own iPad later, she knew. Besides, she'd seen the way her abuela had cried the first time she'd tried on the dress, and, Apple products aside, she would have probably worn it anyways just to make her grandmother happy.

"Your hat's on crooked," Sierra pointed out, nodding at the white miniature top hat her mother was wearing. She really wanted to ask why her mother wasn't wearing a full dress like both she and her Mami were, but knew that fell into the category of things the cat woman had told her she wasn't allowed to ask about until she was older. Though to be perfectly honest, just because she had two mothers, she didn't think it meant one of them had to dress like a boy. That was just stupid, especially since she rarely saw either of her mother's do it outside of events like weddings or formal parties.

"Your face is on crooked," Brittany responded teasingly, reaching out and ruffling her kittens hair. Makeup and hairstyle hadn't been a part of the bargain, so the girl had insisted she not have to wear any, and that she could keep her hair down. She'd seen first hand the horror her Mami went through trying to put her hair up and make it look nice, and didn't want any part of that. No thank you. Not to mention she was still trying to grow out her secret, and mostly unsuccessful attempt at a mohawk, so putting it up without her mothers seeing the devastation on the sides of her head would have been nearly impossible anyways.

Sierra stuck her tongue out in response, placing her hips on her flowery waist. "That's because I look more like you than I do Mami," she replied, giggling when her mother caught onto her backhanded compliment. She really shouldn't be allowed to hang out with the Puckermans so much. Then again, she was probably a worse influence on them, then they were on her. "Are you going to cry again?" she asked in sudden alarm, noticing the telltale sings on her mother's face. "You have to wait until the wedding starts, or Abuelito and I lose the bet!" she exclaimed, stepping up to the confused and silent woman, using her palms to brush away the few tears that had started to drip down her cheeks. "Please don't cry Momma," she whispered, her face taking on a more serious expression as she stood on her tip toes so she could be eye level with her mother. "You don't look silly, you look beautiful. Muy, muy, muuuuuuuyyyyyyyy hermosa."

Brittany had to smile as her daughter tried making her feel better through the use of her second language. Sierra may have had her blonde hair and blue eyes, but her heart and her humor she definitely got from Santana. "You ready for this, Kitten?" she asked, knowing that as much of a mess as she and Santana were going to be, their daughter was going to be much worse. She had inherited genes from both of them, after all.

Sierra nodded and showed her mother the pack of tissues she had hidden in her flower basket. "Are you ready Momma?" she asked back, wondering if she could somehow hide a few tissues in her mother's jacket, so she didn't end up having to use the sleeve when she broke down in the middle of their vows. Abuela would not be happy if she had to get eyeliner out of the white fabric before the rental store would give them their deposit back.

Brittany nodded immediately, having been ready for this moment since the first time she'd laid eyes on Santana all those years ago. In her mind and heart, they already were married, and the fact that they could now make it "official and legal", was just the cherry on top of the already well icing-ed and otherwise elaborately decorated cake that was her life. "I'm ready," she responded, giving her daughter a wink as she pulled a few tissues from the girl's basket and stuffed them into the tiny pocket on the front of her jacket. "For your Mami. Just in case," she explained, wondering suddenly if she actually should take some for Santana. Exchanging wedding vows and rings during the ceremony was normal. Passing snot filled tissues back and forth was not.

Grabbing a few more tissues from her daughter and placing them in a different pocket, Brittany then turned around and looked at herself in the full length mirror one more time. She was ready for this. No, she was more than ready for this. The real question should be, was Las Vegas ready for Mrs. and Mrs. Pierce-Lopez?