A/N: Do you hear that? Wedding bells are ringing…
Just a friendly reminder that this is rated M For a lil smut and lots o'cussing.
I still don't own glee or its characters. Bummer.
Chapter 4
"Grab her before she gets to the door!"
"How the hell did she get out?"
"You're supposed to be watching the door."
"I'm trying, but you've got me going back and forth. Do you want me to stay with Rachel or not?"
Kurt and I walk into a mad house. It's like a fucking zoo. Rachel's maid of honor, Marley is arguing with an older blonde who's standing so rigid that it appears she commands the room despite her dainty height. Now that I think about it, she reminds me of that old librarian who would slap my hands with a ruler every time I was loud. She ran her library like a dictator that took no prisoners.
"Does she look like Ms. Gray to you?" Kurt follows my line of sight; his eyes widen with surprise and he immediately stands up straight and clears his throat. Apparently I'm not the only one who remembers that terrorist.
"There you two are! I need your help." Brittany walks up to us and we exchange a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. She looks gorgeous. Her subtle makeup accentuates her fine bone structure and highlights her gorgeous eyes. The dress itself looks hideous as hell. Lavender and peach don't look cute together.
"What the hell is going on around here?" Kurt points at Puck holding a door handle, trying to keep its occupant from escaping, and Marley pacing next to him with her fingertips rubbing her temples.
"That's why I need your help. Kurt, can you go try to calm Rachel down? She's flipping out and she won't talk to me or calm down. I need to get back to Quinn's dressing room before her and Judy get into it again." Brittany points to the lady that looks like the evil librarian and I cringe.
"What do you need me to do?" Brittany grabs my hand and we walk a few feet away from the bridal rooms.
She turns to face me and pulls me into a gentle kiss and then rests her forehead against mine. Suddenly she pulls a single lavender rose from behind her back; I honestly have no clue where it came from because I didn't see it when we were walking, but I was kinda focused on other things. I reach my hand out to take it, but she pulls it away before reaching forward and pinning it to the top of my dress. I didn't want to wear white to detract away from the brides, and Kurt forbade me from wearing black like I planned. So, this strapless nude colored sweetheart corset dress was the winner.
"San, I just know that whenever I think about you," she ran her hand over my arm and laced her fingers with mine, "whether we're in the same room or apart or talking on the phone or whatever, I'm always thinking about kissing you."
The butterflies that have been fluttering around my stomach since I first laid eyes on her, must have had an extra dose of caffeine this morning because they are fluttering around my stomach like crazy. She leaves me speechless so I do the only thing I deem appropriate. Taking my free hand to pull her closer, I reattach our lips and savor the taste of her raspberry lip-gloss. Actually, it's my raspberry lip-gloss that she conveniently takes from me every time we see each other.
"Ladies, I hate to break up your moment," Kurt clears his throat and Britt and I reluctantly pull apart, "but Rachel said she only wants to see Santana. And Quinn is throwing stuff at anyone who opens her door who isn't Rachel."
I lean in and kiss Britt again before whispering for her to text me updates.
As soon as I walk in to Rachel's room she wraps me up in a massive hug. Normally I would push her off and threaten bodily harm, but I'm still so tingly from Britt's kiss that I can't help give the hobbit a little bit of grace. For 10 seconds.
"Ok, Berry, what's going on? Why is Marley in the hallway while I'm in here?"
She looks down and turns towards the mirror to wipe away her teary-eyed mascara trail. "I feel like Quinn no longer loves me the way she used to. You know if the beginning when it was full of passion and excitement and newness."
"What? Why would you think that?" I'm seriously floored. They could have movies made about their love: 'The Bookworm and the Broadway Star' or 'Hepburn Loves Streisand'.
Im in the room but Q still wants to see Rach. Said she wont walk the aisle til then –B
"She said that we couldn't see each other at all today. That it would be bad luck to see the bride, but I think she's just going to pull a Julia Roberts and flee."
I narrow my eyes; Runaway Bride was playing on network television earlier today. "Damnit Rachel, listen to me. Quinn needs to have some semblance of tradition and refraining from seeing each other is due to an age old wives' tale, not because she doesn't WANT to see you. And I'm gonna guess that against your better judgment you probably watched Runaway Bride today."
"Those could just be coincidences. Richard Gere didn't see it coming either."
"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there. Let me break it down for you." I grab her by the shoulders and turn her so she's facing me. "Did she willingly taste-test and pick a vegan wedding cake? Did she learn a lap dance routine just for you? Did she agree to your Broadway themed bridal pictures? Did she let you pick the song of your first dance? Did she agree to have the wedding in this hotel in BFE Lima, OH instead of somewhere near Miami or New York or anywhere else that would be a thousand times better?"
She opens her mouth to say something, but I keep going. "The answer to all those questions is yes. And do you know how I know that?" I hold my hand up to stop her from answering; she still has a hard time telling when I'm asking rhetorical questions. "I know because she loves you. No one had to tell me, I could see it from the first moment I met her. You have something special."
I think we can do something. I'll be over with Rach in 2 min, but only if Quinn agrees that she won't peek. –S
"Now, Quinn has been flipping her shit as much as you have because you're both hopelessly in love with each other and can't wait a damn hour to see each other. So, since Britt-Britt and I are the incredibly awesome women that we are, we're gonna make this shit happen."
She starts jumping up and down, "Santana I love you!"
"Ugh, stop. I have to blindfold you. Then you have to come right back in here and finish getting ready with Marley. So help me god, if you try any shit, I will endz you and Quinn won't get to taste your Berries tonight. Got it?" She nods enthusiastically and I lightly wrap a scarf around her eyes and lead her out the door.
"What the hell is going on?" old librarian looking Judy shouts as I walk out with Rachel. Apparently Quinn got a little antsy and wanted to wait with her door open.
"Mom, shut up. This is my wedding and I'll do what I damn well please. DO NOT ruin this moment for me." Damn. Apparently Judy is Quinn's mom. That explains so much.
"Quinnie? Calm down baby, I'm right here." I lead Rachel up to the threshold of the door where Quinn is standing. Brittany is behind her with her hands covering the shorter blonde's eyes. She smiles at me and mouths 'thank you' before taking a step forward so Quinn and Rachel can hold hands.
"Thank God Rach, your text scared the hell out of me. What are you-"
"No, no, it's nothing. I watched Runaway Bride and then I couldn't see you. But it's ok. Santana talked some sense into me and made me realize how crazy I was being. I'm so sorry I scared you."
"So the wedding is still on? You're not backing out on me?" I can see Quinn's tears running down her face so I grab the handkerchief out of Kurt's lapel and dab the tears so they don't stain her dress.
"Quinn, you're my world, and as long as you'll have me, I'll want to be yours."
I'm sitting down in the chair with Kurt on one side and our old Glee teacher Mr. Shuester and his wife Emma on the other. Brittany is standing with Quinn's other bridesmaids and I can't believe how happy she makes me; and I definitely don't want tomorrow to come knowing that she's heading back to Florida and I'm off to New York.
"Hey, this is a wedding, you should be smiling." I nod at Mr. Schue and turn my attention back to the brides.
I smile at Rachel and Quinn as they stand up there in their gorgeous dresses: Rachel's strapless with little gold and diamond stars across the top trim and middle belt, and Quinn's shape fitting mermaid dress with three-quarter length sleeves. But my attention is quickly drawn to the blonde that keeps throwing glances and winks my way.
One day when I get married I want my wedding to be on a beach. On a beach it would be warm and sunny and relaxing. It'd totally be awesome. The only dress code would be 'no shoes' and 'can't look hotter than me or my wife' which I already know will be damn near impossible. She would be in a white sundress, with a headband made of tiny yellow and blue flowers woven together. I'd wear a strapless white dress with a flower tucked behind my ear—kinda like they do in Hawaii.
"What are you thinking about?" Kurt whispers to me and I realize that I have a stupid grin on my face.
"Nothing," I lie to keep him from seeing my turmoil. The bride in my daydream is Brittany and I can't admit how much that excites and terrifies me. I look back up and notice her staring at me again, only this time I feel like she can see right through me and I avert my gaze quickly.
Rachel is crying and Kurt is looking at me with pleading eyes. How I always get roped into things, I'll never know, but I should charge a damn fee. I'm like Olivia Pope, fixin shit and taking names.
"This could be your wedding gift to us." Rachel sticks out her bottom lip into a pout.
"Berry, Fabray, Faberry, whatever the hell your new last name is, that pout won't work on me. You look like a toddler trying to get your way."
"But it works when Brittany does it to you, why is it any different with me?"
"A simple look from her makes me weak in the knees and light-headed with happiness."
"Awww" Kurt and Rachel both look at me like I just rescued a baby kitten. And it takes me a minute to realize I said that out loud.
"And because Britt turns me on and I'm repelled by you… Anyway, my wedding gift was my presence at this shindig. I know your wedding singer has laryngitis." I roll my eyes at the two hanging on my every word, " So if you really want me to sing this will be your birthday, Christmas, and Hanukah presents too."
"I have a list of show tunes that we'd like you to perform."
"Let me stop you right there, Eva Peron, I'm not singin any show tunes. You'll get you choice of first dance song then the classics like 'At Last', 'Marry Me', 'One Moment in Time', and a couple of my favorites from current artists. Those are my terms."
Rachel nods her head quickly and we all head back to the dance floor where the band is playing what sounds like 'Unforgettable'. Someone requests a song from Westside Story and I'm about to hop off the stage to go find Rachel when I see Brittany jump up and down because she 'loves that movie!' So I sing it with a smile on my face.
Each subsequent song is some declaration of love and I'm starting to regret agreeing to this. I love singing, it's something I was made to do, but seeing the girl I'm undoubtedly falling for dancing with some random guy or girl isn't okay.
And it's definitely not okay for her to dance with Puck while I sing lyrics like "Like a river flows surely to the sea darling so it goes. Some things are meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you." It's jealousy rearing its ugly head, but I can't help it that I want to dance with her too.
I take a brief break after that song and Quinn comes up to hand me a drink. "You know, I didn't have a chance to tell you this before the wedding, but thank you for saying whatever it is that you said to Rachel and for singing tonight. She's my life."
We both turn to see Rachel and Britt dancing while the band plays. "It's no biggie, I'm sure she would do the same if the situation were reversed. Besides, she would have been insufferable if I said no and I can't live down the street from an insufferable Rachel."
Quinn nods in silent agreement before pursing her lips and turning back to me, "One more song? Pick anything you want. Then get your ass out on the dance floor with my best friend. She's been pissed at me all night because you've been on stage singing instead of dancing with her."
I nod and smile, "I've been pissed at you too. You're lucky Snixx likes whatever is in these drinks you've been feeding me all night."
I walk back over to the stage, tell the guys what song to play, and grab the microphone, "Hey all you lovely people. This next song is the last I'll be singing tonight, but the guys behind me will keep playing requests for a little while longer. Anyway, this song goes out to all the lovers…"
I close my eyes as the instruments start in and open them to find Brittany staring right back at me. She's sitting this dance out for some reason, and as much as my heart flutters wishing for the reason to be me, I sure as hell want it to be me, I don't want to get my hopes up. Hope is stupid. Damn rules.
"On the days I can't see your eyes
I don't even want to, open mine
On the days I can't see your smile
Well I'd rather sit and wait the while
For the days I know you'll be near
'Cause a day without you just isn't fair
See the days I can hear your voice
I'm left without a choice
I peer out into the crowd and lock eyes with Brittany. She's the reason I'm singing this song and I need her to know it and see how true these words are for me.
Plus I get weak in the knees
Fall head over heels baby
And every other cheesy cliche
Yes I'm swept off my feet
Oh my heart skips a beat
But there's really only one thing to say:
Damn you're beautiful
To me, you're everything,
That's beautiful to me.
I can't find the words to explain
Just how much you got me going insane
When you speak to me sometimes you'll find
Oh, I stutter my words and say nevermind
'Cause even when you just walk by
Well I look around to seem occupied
'Cause I'm trying so hard to hide
Yeah, all of these feelings inside
'Cause get weak in the knees
Fall head over heels baby
And every other cheesy cliche
Yeah I'm swept off my feet
Oh my heart skips a beat
But there's really only one thing to say:
Damn you're beautiful to me,
oh you're everything,
Yeah, that's beautiful, yes to me.
Yes to me.
Yeah you're beautiful
Yeah you're beautiful
Damn you're beautiful
To me."
"Britt, where are we going?" I trail off, taking the blonde's hand that's extended towards me.
She smiles and leads me towards the elevators near the back of the hotel. Brittany is the first to enter, stopping frozen in her tracks.
"What's wrong?" I'm not sure why she stopped, but as the doors close behind me I'm frozen in my thoughts.
The whole elevator is covered in mirrors. All three walls, the ceiling, and the doors are mirrored from top to floor. Perfect, flawless, clean as a crystal mirrors. With railings lining the 3 walls. I swallow the lump that forms in my throat as images of all the things I would do to Britt flow through my mind. The way she could hold on to the rails as I take her from behind, or what it would feel like to have her leg hiked up on my shoulder as I make her scream my name.
It's only taken a few dirty thoughts to for my body to heat up with lust. A smile spreads across my lips when I realize that Brittany is just as stunned as I am.
"Babe, you ok?" Brittany asks me quietly in a sultry voice that gives me goose bumps.
I gulp down a knot in my throat and meet her gaze in the mirror in front of us. Lust shining brightly in her eyes and mine. Completely and utterly paralyzed in our lustful gazes for half a second before Brittany blinks and breaks our eye contact.
I turn towards the control panel and press the stop button. I don't want anyone busting in to what's about to go down. I smirk when I catch Britt's gaze following my every move. She finally locks eyes with me in the mirror even though we're standing back to back. She nods her head ever so slightly, but enough for me to see she's completely fine with the way things are going.
Before I can even process what's going on, Brittany has her hands grasping the bottom of my dress trying to tug it up over my head and in one swift move I'm left standing there in just my heels.
She gasps quietly and lets out a small animalistic growl. "You weren't wearing panties or a bra all night?"
I look into her heavily dilated eyes and shake my head. "I didn't want anything to get in the way tonight."
She leans in and cups my beasts, and I feel my nipples harden under her touch.
"Fuck, Britt."
"Bend over." I feel my desire pulsing in my core at the demanding tone she's taking with me. There's just something so immensely sexy about her standing there in her bridesmaid dress with a look of pure seduction on her face that makes me want to scream her name all night.
I place my hands on the rail at the back of the elevator, my eyes locking with blue through the mirror again, and Britt lets out the most glorious and appreciative moan while still kneading my breasts gently.
"San, I want you so bad."
"Then take me." I demand.
She didn't need to be told twice. She lowered her gaze to my ass and I swallowed hard, fighting my own urges to either stay bent over and let her have her way with me or turn around and take her roughly against the other wall. I rock my hips back in to her, growing increasingly frustrated at her lack of movement. I'm fucking dying here, I just need her to touch me. "Britt, do someth-"
"Don't. Move." She ordered.
I have to bite down on my lip to suppress the moan threatening to escape. Brittany slowly lowers herself to kneel behind me and I think I just might come at the thought of what she might do to me. Her fingertips brush lightly over my cheeks before her lips follow.
Britt's moves one hand lower, down my thigh, then back over my wet folds. I bite down on my inner cheek to stop a moan when Britts' lips followed her fingers through my soaking center. Feeling heat against heat is making my head spin and I let my head fall in between my shoulders, tightening my grip on railing to the point where I start to wonder how come the metal isn't bending. I feel like Thor.
I'm quickly brought back to the present when Britt's tongue presses against my clit, taking me to the edge of losing my mind. She pushes her tongue in between my folds again, but not giving me the pressure of feeling of fullness that I need. I let out a small disapproving groan and I see a smirking blonde staring right back at me in the mirror. She turns her head to the side and watches through lust filled eyes how I have to fight myself to not turn around and have my way with her. I think she knows the battle that's raging within me.
"Please, Britt, I need you to do something." I snake one of my hands down my chest, squeezing my nipples along the way, over my lower abdomen, to the apex of my legs. Britt makes no move to stop me, so I keep lowering my hand until I'm nearly touching my own wetness. Brittany, clearly shocked that I'm willing to touch myself if she won't, quickly grabs my hand and stops me, but I can see her upper body quivering slightly.
I let out another frustrated groan feeling like she's just doing this to torture me. "Brittany… hurry up! Just… Please!"
She locks eyes with me one more time, whispering "you're so beautiful" right before gently licking a line between my folds. The sound that comes out of my mouth is a mix of a whimper and a groan of satisfaction.
"Let me hear you, baby." She whispers before driving her tongue inside of me as far as it would go.
"Fuck, baby, uh." I'm so surprised to feel Britts' sudden urgency that I lose my inner battle and a rather loud moan leaves my lips and is echoed slightly off the mirrors. Speaking of which – I turn my head to the side and watch as the blonde's head moves fluidly while penetrating my folds and lapping up my juices. And it's not as though the feeling of it wouldn't be been enough, but the actual sight makes my body go into sensory overload. My muscles tighten and the coil in my lower abdomen breaks and I can't help but moan out Brittany's name.
Britt and I have been spooning in her hotel bed for I don't know how long. After our tryst in the elevator we came back to her room for rounds 2 and 3 in the bed and in the shower. But I can't keep laying here. I don't want to make this awkward, and I'll blame it on the alcohol if anyone asks, but I know that if I stay wrapped in her arms any longer I'll probably start crying. And not the cutesy, one tear flows down my cheek, and I still look good crying. No, this will be the full on wailing like it's the end of days crying. Which is what it feels like.
Some people might call me crazy. They'd tell me that there's no way I could feel true love as strongly as I do after only knowing her for three days, and normally I would agree. But not right now. Not with this girl. I feel like my whole world is already a little dimmer knowing I'm about to leave her embrace.
"Hey Britt, I'm going to catch a ride with Kurt back to my house okay? I told my parents I'd be there so we can have breakfast in the morning."
"But, San, you live with them. Can't it wait?"
I want to tell her so badly, but what difference would it really make? She made these rules and I respect her enough to not break them on the last night we're together.
"Remember your rule Britt, no details." I slide out of bed and start collecting my scattered clothes. She looks at me with the most pitiful pout and I quickly close my eyes; I really gotta leave before I cave. "Britt, I'm sorry, but we can keep in touch. I have your number and you have mine. Surely we'll have a reason to visit Quinn and Rachel sometime soon. One of 'em will probably get knocked up before we know it."
She doesn't say anything, just moves over to the chair in her room and grabs my yoga pants and cami that I let her wear Friday. I slip them on, drape my dress over my arm, and slip into my heels. She tries to hand me my Cheerios hoodie, but I push it back towards her, "nah you keep it for now. That way you'll be forced to come see me to return it."
We lean in and share a kiss and lingering embrace.
She offers me a half smile and her eyes are full of what looks a hell of a lot like dejection and my heart literally hurts because I know I probably look the same way.
"I'll miss you, there's a lot I don't know about you, but I know that much." I finally look her in the eyes, hoping she can see the sincerity in my eyes and my words.
"I miss you already, San."
"Remember, it's not goodbye. It's see you later."
She nods her head and leans in one more time for a sensual kiss before I reluctantly pull away and walk out the door. The edges of my eyes are stinging and the elevator is taking way too long. I throw one last glance and wave to Britt, who's still standing in her doorway watching me walk away, before I push open the stairwell door and sprint down to find Kurt.
The drive home was silent. Maybe not silent; more like there wasn't any talking—only me trying to cry silently while staring out the window. And now we're sitting in my driveway and I can't make myself move.
"Do you want me to come in and sit with you 'til your parents get here? Or I could spend the night." He's already half way out the car before I have a chance to answer.
"No, you don't have to do that."
"Nonsense, either way I have to be here to pack your shit into my car since it's too much for a carryon."
I nod and smile. Kurt's a great friend.
I grab a couple glasses of water and join Kurt on the living room couch, "What's going on with the Britt situation?"
"Nothing I can do about it so I'm focusing on my career." I look at my nails— I should probably get them redone soon. Not that it matters. Because I miss Brittany.
"Well your career won't keep you warm at night."
"Look Kurt, do I wish things were different? Hell yes. But I believe that if it's meant to be it will be. I'm not going to try to force Fate."
I show him to the guest room and make my way to my own room to climb into bed even though I know I probably won't get any restful sleep tonight. I grab my bear and hold him tight thinking back to when Brittany held him in her arms. There are a few boxes and suitcases are lining the walls that Kurt will bring to New York with him when he drives back next week. I would totally stay with him, but Sony wants me in the office bright and early Monday morning and my body still hasn't fully gotten used to the time zone difference.
When my mom calls me down for breakfast I reluctantly join them at the table. I feel like I haven't slept more than an hour all night. Even in my sleep I couldn't get away from images of the beautiful blonde. I don't want to say bye to my parents, I don't have an appetite, and I really just want to have a certain blonde sitting at the table with me. Sullen doesn't even begin to describe my mood.
I see my parents exchange worried glances with Kurt, but he just smiles and mouths something to them. If it were any other day I'd probably care that he was whispering and threaten to destroy his hair product collection, but not today. Not when my dad is wearing light blue scrubs that remind me of her eyes. And not when the sky is cloudy hiding the sun from my view, much in the same way that I can no longer see my own personal sun.
"San we're here." I look up and see we're at the airport. I don't know how I got from the dining room table to the car, but everything I need is in my hands and I'm slowly being ushered out of the backseat. I search for my lipgloss, and when I can't find it I let out a weary sigh, I should buy a different flavor anyway. Raspberry will always remind me of her. I hug my mom and dad and pretend I don't see my dad stuff some money into my purse while my mom is making me promise to call her as soon as I land and then again when I finally get to the apartment. She hands me the lavender rose that Brittany gave me last night, "when you get in you should look up the meaning of this flower."
I hug Kurt as well and tell him that I'll call as soon as I'm in.
I go to the concourse Starbucks and order a tall Mochacinno while putting my earbuds in and turning on my Adele playlist, then sulk over to my gate. It's packed so I sit towards the back and close my eyes allowing Adele's voice to soothe a little bit of my pain.
"Miss. Miss…. Is this your flight? We're about to close the door and I saw you sitting here."
I jump up; I must've fallen asleep. "Shit. Yeah, um thanks."
She nods and scans my ticket, "enjoy your flight."
28A… 30A… 32A
There it is, 34A. "Excuse me, my seat is next to you, do you mind if I climb… Britt?"
I swear I'd recognize my worn out grey Cheerios hoodie anywhere. I guess it kinda helps that it has 'S. Lopez' on the back as well.
"San? What are you doing here?"
"I'm flying home, what're you doing here? Shit, did I get on the wrong plane?"
"Flying home, too. Wait, you live in New York?"
I stop looking through my purse for my ticket and look up at her with scrunched brow, "Um yeah, just moved there. I thought you lived in Miami?"
"No, my parents do. I moved to New York a few months ago when I landed a job at an alternative elementary school near Quinn…. Holy cow, I can't believe you're here. I was trying to imagine who I'd be seated with, wondering if it'd be someone cool or grouchy."
Speechless. Overwhelmed. Relieved. Any of those words could be used to describe my feelings. Seriously, I thought this shit only happens in the movies. I grab her hand, needing to assure myself she's not a dream, and lean in to kiss her raspberry flavored pink lips.
"Who knew it'd be you?"
A/N: It's my birthday Sunday, so I don't know if I'll get the last chapter out before then or not. Either way, thanks for the support throughout this story!
-J
