Santana woke up to the birds chirping and some shuffling of feet brought her out of her sleep more. The frequent mumblings of 'she's awake' hadn't helped her in going back to sleep either. She quickly fumbled for the little person beside her, since she just slept without knowing if Brittany was hoe or not last night. She hadn't even bothered to text if Brittany would ever come home or not. She's way too pissed at her and but she was way more pissed at herself for biting Brittany's head off.
Eyes still closed, Santana tried to feel her way across the king-sized bed, hoping to have a feel of Brooklyn. But the bed was cold.
She started to feel alarmed and she quickly stood up. "Damn it, where the hell's Brook?" she blurted out loud.
"Good morning," Quinn's smiling face came into the room, carrying a tray full of breakfast. "How are you this morning?" the blonde sang in a singsong voice.
"How about you guess how would you feel if your daughter's not here?" Santana growled.
"Relax, Santana, Brooklyn's fine," Rachel's obnoxious voice fluttered into the room.
"Dear God, I'm in a nightmare," Santana blurted out.
"No, Santana. You are not in a nightmare and you are living out a dream. Today is when a woman like you will have her dreams come true. Now how about you eat your breakfast?"
"Damn it, dwarf, where is my daughter?"
"Mike is babysitting her," Tina materialized beside her, along with Mercedes.
"Why the hell you guys are here? Is something wrong with Britt? Did she have an accident? Oh God," Santana started to panic. She was starting to freak out when she noticed an elderly Hispanic lady standing by her bedroom doorway.
"Hello, Santana," Alma Lopez smiled from where she stood.
"A-abuela?" Santana drawled. Suddenly her throat felt thick. It felt dry. And she knows she can't last long without passing out. Surely, she's in a dream.
The old lady was taking great strides towards her. Quickly, Alma clasped her granddaughter's hands, as the other ladies left the room politely. The tears were at bay, but Santana held them back
"I missed you, mija," Alma smiled and a single tear escaped from her eyes.
"I missed you too, Abuela," Santana cried.
"I've met Brooklyn," she stated and Santana's face went deathly white because of the nerves she was having. After all, her grandmother had disowned her. Alma did notice the tension so she cracked a small smile.
"Brilliant child," she remarked. "You should enrol her at a dance school. She loves to dance, very much like Brittany."
Santana couldn't fathom how she felt at the moment, and the tears are flowing from her eyes like no end. She wiped them with the back of her hand and she laughed.
"How about you eat breakfast, freshen up and get your pretty face on? Brittany and Brooklyn are waiting for you," Alma smiled.
"Really, Abuela?" Santana asked.
"Yes, although, I remember now, you owe me a lunch," the old lady smiled. "And here is a letter sent to you from Miss Brittany S. Pierce," she produced a small, scented envelope from her pocket and handed it to Santana. "I'll leave you to yourself, and you can call the other girls after you have eaten, play catch-up, while I prepare your dress."
Alma left the room, but before completely moving out, she turned to Santana. "And Santana," she said, effectively snapping Santana's attention back to her. "You really should put a ring on it."
Then, Alma left, a smile splaying on her face, leaving Santana clueless, yet…intrigued.
Santana flipped the scented envelope, and she started to smell it. It smelled of Brittany's perfume back in high school. The nostalgia was back and she quickly took out the paper inside the envelope.
Dear San,
By the moment you have read this letter, I figure out that Abuela Alma had talked to you already. I hope it went well. And eat your breakfast! I know you read letters first before doing anything. Plus, I cooked your breakfast, so you better eat it.
I know that a word of acceptance from your grandmother is something you've only wished, and hoped for. But now it is true, right? Wishes are real, baby. And today, I hope this is the day when some of my wishes get real, too.
I love you.
Brittany.
P.S.
I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to. And I promise that today will be a good day.
Santana folded the paper neatly, and put it back into the envelope. She sealed it with a kiss and a murmured "I love you, B" was playing on her lips. She quickly stared at the strips of bacon, the two fluffy, yummy-looking chocolate pancakes and her cup of espresso. She sighed. Brittany knows how to treat her right. She'll have to thank Brittany when she'll come down later.
Twenty minutes later, she was already stuffed up and she just had finished putting her tray onto her bedside table, Mercedes and Tina walked in, carrying another rattan tray. Quinn came into the room, carrying a white bath robe and a bath towel. Rachel smiled at the Latina.
"Don't get up," Rachel's shrill voice warned Santana.
"Oh-kay," Santana said.
"I'll run the bath water," Rachel said and grinned sheepishly. She quickly ran to the organic-themed bathroom and ran the water. By then, Santana was a little flustered as to why she was being pampered this much. Maybe she should be fighting with Brittany more. Scratch that, she thought as she mentally kicked herself.
"Quinn," she called the blonde girl who was at the foot of her bed.
"Yeah, San?"
"Why are you guys all here?" Santana asked, curiosity getting the best out of her.
"I'm sorry, we've had orders not to tell you," Quinn smiled.
"Oh-kay," Santana looked away. "Now tell me, do you want me to go Lima Heights on you?"
"That won't work now," Quinn just grinned. "That won't work anymore."
"Quit it!" Santana growled as Mercedes and Tina just snickered around.
"We're just gonna put these stuff and oils into your bath," they said, and scurried to Rachel's direction.
An hour and a half-later, Santana emerged from the bathroom, all prepped up and hair cleanly tucked underneath the bath towel. The four women were waiting for her in her room, and once she got seated, she was prepped up by the four women.
Santana and her grandmother had lunch by the beach and the two women talked just about everything. By mid-afternoon, Quinn, Rachel, Mercedes and Tina joined them for tea.
"Tell me, Santana, how do you feel about today?" her Abuela asked over the slice of a mocha cake.
"Weird," Santana huffed. "I don't get you guys, and I haven't seen my girls since morning, not to mention I got into a fight with Brittany yesterday, so I kinda had to suck it out, you know," Santana shrugged.
"Okay, it's almost four," Alma announced.
"Lovely, how about you drop at where we are staying?" Quinn smiled and clasped her hands.
"No," Santana scowled, and she glared at Rachel's way.
"Grow up, Santana," Tina spoke.
"Yeah, damn right Chang," Mercedes chimed in.
"Okay, wait, my phone's ringing," Quinn smiled as she whipped her phone open and saw Brittany's caller ID. "I need to pick this up, excuse me for a moment."
"Santana, are you always this grumpy?" her Abuela asked again, effectively snapping her attention back to her and not at Quinn.
"Not when Britt and Brook is around."
"Oh," Alma said as she looked up to the four women, who are trying politely to excuse themselves.
"Santana, how about you come with me for a walk?" her Abuela asked. "Or a drive, you might say."
"Sure," Santana said in a heartbeat. "How about I text Brittany, you know, let them know where I am?"
"No bother, Santanita," Alma said softly and tugged at the younger Latina's hands.
They drove across the boardwalk, and they went into the small casa, which according to Alma is where she had paid rent.
"Santana," her grandmother called again. She was holding a lovely white island dress, one that commonly worn on the beach, something simple, yet elegant at the same time. "I bought this for you," she stated.
"Thank you," Santana responded.
"I think you should wear it," Alma said. "You know, try to see if it's looking good on you."
Quickly, Santana changed her clothes, and she emerged into the living room. Her Abuela's eyes twinkled in praise and she softly applauded as she appraised Santana's look.
"Fresh," she mumbled. "You looked good, beautiful."
"Thank you," she blushed.
"Come, Santana. Take off your flats," Alma led her to a back pathway, towards a moss-covered trail, leading to a secluded cove. Santana could hear a rustle of leaves and what seemed like Sue Sylvester's voice that said, "get on with it, Brooklyn."
She must be totally losing it.
Her grandmother was still leading her on, so she just followed. The path was a little dark, and it's hard to find a view beyond the clump of trees. They rounded the bed and she could see a couple of butterflies flapping silently against the pink and yellow flowers.
"Congratulations on your wedding day, mija," Maribel was wearing a simple white sundress and handed her a bouquet of red roses. "Congratulations."
"What?" Santana said, shell-shocked and she suddenly halted.
"Santana, keep on walking dear, she's waiting for you," her Abuela smiled at her. Santana kept on walking, along with the help of Maribel. Jorge was then on her side, grinning from ear to ear.
"Congratulations, Santana," he smiled and lovingly patted her daughter's shoulder. He then put a daisy chain on her daughter's hair. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Papi."
Santana could hear voices singing. She could clearly make out Rachel's shrill voice from above them.
And the songbirds kept singing…
As if they know the score…
And I love you, I love you, I love you…
Like never before…
Brittany was wearing a simple white gown, holding another bouquet of red roses on her hand. She was smiling at her and Santana could hear the blonde's voice, her singing soft anf clear and it was as if they were the only ones in the world. The glee clubbers were singing another song, something, something that Santana could quiet remember.
Hold on, make it last…
Hold on…never turn back…
Brittany was singing in solo, with the other glee club member singing, blending their voice in hers. The tears were evident in Brittany's lavender-coloured eyes, now that it had been hit by the golden afternoon setting sun.
I fell in love with a careful man's perfect daughter
She is the best thing…that's ever been mine
Hold on, make it last…
Hold on, never turn back…
Santana cried. Jorge cried, Maribel cried, her Abuela cried, damn everybody cried as she made her way to the altar. Even Sue Sylvester and Noah Puckerman cried. Santana was laughing and crying all at the same time. Butterflies were fluttering all over, and there were petals all over them.
"Britt," Santana was crying. "I can't believe you bothered through all this," Santana cried.
"Shh…then don't believe it, but this is real. This is our dream, getting real. I love you," Brittany smiled. She turned to the pastor then smiled as she nodded. "Go on, sir."
The pastor cleared his throat, and went on his words. His balding head was shining against the afternoon sun. "Do you, Santana Lopez take this woman in front of you…" he trailed off as Santana shot her a signal not to continue.
"I take this woman, in front of me, wealth and poverty, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, in dropping Brooklyn and the kids to ballet school and picking up the kids in school after a night shift at the hospital, in rebellious teenagers and party-drunk teens, in tons of home works and dirty dishes, in temper tantrums and in stargazing nights, yes, sir, I do take this woman in front of me as my wife, from now on, until the end of forever or until I die, whichever comes last," Santana smiled. She then took a ring from the cushion Brooklyn had held, and fitted it over Brittany's finger.
The pastor turned to Brittany. "Do you, Brittany Pierce, take this woma-" Brittany held up her hand.
"Yes sir, I do take Santana Maria Lopez as my wife," she smiled. She took the other ring and fitted it on Santana's.
"Alright, you may now…" a bee started buzzing just below the pastor's nose. "You may now…" it got nearer and nearer. "Just kiss," he said hurriedly and smiled sheepishly at everyone, thanking that he had done his job satisfactorily.
Santana leaned up just right to reach Brittany's lips and they shared a chaste kiss in front of everyone they loved, and everyone who loved them back.
The dinner followed at the same bungalow-sized mansion and the champagne seemed to flow for everyone. The first dance was given to Santana and Brittany, and the second one was given to Santana and Brooklyn, along with Jorge and Brittany.
The party lasted for hours, and after much drinking, Santana and Brittany were led by her Abuela towards the dock. "Mrs. and Mrs. Lopez-Pierce," she waved her hand dramatically. "You're ride back to your home awaits you," she motioned to a lovely double-oared boat sitting under the moonlight.
"Don't worry about Brooklyn, we'll drop her at your house by tomorrow afternoon. She has to spend time with her grandparents," Alma whispered.
"I'll row us…home," Santana drawled. She can manage with her clothes. And she can find her way home.
They rowed and rowed under the moonlight, not really caring if they're lost in the sea or not. A few minutes later, the two of them were just sitting on the boat floor, watching the stars above them. The stars were shining bright above them, and Santana felt that she could pick them out straight from the night sky.
"San," Brittany took hold of Santana's hand, the ring on her finger shining bright. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Britt," Santana smiled, fumbling the blonde hair and kissing them lovingly.
Brittany began trailing wet kisses on Santana's arm, and the Latina gave out a growl in turn. The boat quavered underneath the sudden movement, but Santana held on.
"It would be fun, doing it here in the middle of the Atlantic," she smirked.
"You can get wet, if you're not careful and the boat would topple over," Brittany said a matter-of-factly.
"I could sense the double meaning in there," Santana snorted. "Maybe we really should row home," her voice shivered at the last two words, since Brittany's lithe hands were under her dress already.
They never reached home. The moment the bottom of the boat scraped the sandy beach, Santana toppled over, on to the wet sand, Brittany followed suit. Clothes were torn and stripped off in urgency as the need was too strong to be resisted. The door in the porch slammed shut, as Santana and Brittany kissed their way towards the master en suite.
The sky was a rosy pink when Brittany woke up, and she instantly missed the human warmth beside her, and that human warmth was Santana.
She sat up, it's still too early. It's still four in the morning, yet there is no sign of Santana in the bed or in the bathroom. Brittany stood up in her naked form, walked into the closet then pulled out a overly huge shirt from the pile of clothes and she slipped it on.
She rummaged her way towards the terrace to find Santana but she wasn't there. However, she caught sight of raven-black hair on the beach, and she could see that Santana was sitting on the sand, watching the sunrise. She made her way out of the house.
Santana looked beyond the pink horizon and silently thanked whoever who was above her for giving her the life she had.
"Why are you up so early?" Santana could hear her wife's voice drift into her eardrums as lithe arms wrapped lovingly around her waist.
"Nothing," she smiled. Her wife, she thought. Her wife and her and their little daughter – it was all Santana could ever ask for. Caramel fingers found its way to the ivory ones and Santana brought them together over her chest, the rings on their fingers shining as it was kissed by the first rays o the sun.
"Hear my heart saying your name, saying my life is perfect and I got you to blame," Santana hummed softly.
"I like the way you sound in the morning," Brittany smiled.
"Clearly, I am a morning person, after all," Santana smiled back at her wife – her wife. Her eyes met the shining wedding bands on their fingers, radiating a golden light from it and her body settled into Brittany's warmth as they sat on the sand, watching the sun rise over Puerto Rico.
Hi everyone! I would like to thank all of you for being this great and all supportive in reading my fic. Yes, we all know the Brittana ship was all beautiful and perfect. In case if you are wondering, I am still shiping Brittana and Heya in the coming weeks. Although, I am also planning to ship a few more other ships, such as Naomily and Spashley, to name a few. But, I tell you guys, Brittana/Heyawould always have a special place in our hearts.
Also, the story I was about to write with ManuPRS, yes, we are still publishing it, but it would be probably in the coming months of July due to the fact that I am under hiatus in the coming weeks. I had been advised to take a break due to my personal issues and transgressions that are currently happening to me. However, that would not be an excuse to stop writing.
Remember, my heart is all with you, Brittana/Heya fans. because I knew myself more than I would ever have dreamed of because of this fandom.
Thank you, you had been all great and beautiful creatures. God bless you all and I hope you had a good read!