Santana mom thought it was a joke when Santana told her, but eventually realized she was serious. After about a thirty-second pause, Santana's mom answered, "Have you called her parents?"
"She's talking to them right now," Santana answered. Then she froze in her spot in the kitchen, "Oh my god!"
"What?" her mother asked, "Are you okay?"
"I just fu-freakin' forgot about the rings," Santana caught the bad word before it escaped her mouth, but that didn't stop her panic.
"What about the one you already have?" her mom asked, "We could get one made for her."
"No the wedding bands I have are ugly," Santana stated. That's what she got for letting Marcus pick them out. She bit the inside of her cheek, "I'll go into town and see if someone there could make some real fast."
"Honey custom rings are going to take a while to make," her mother stated.
Santana looked at the soup in the pot that had been sitting out overnight. She'd completely forgotten to eat last night and now realized she was starving, but what was in the pot was not something that looked appetizing in the least.
"I'll find somewhere that will do it," Santana explained, "This is really important."
"Well," her mom took a deep breath, "I'll take care of your ring problem. You need to find a maid of honor."
"Shit," Santana hissed. She completely forgot about that and forgetting that she was talking about her mom. Before her mom could scold her for the cursing, Santana added, "A maid of honor that already has a dress." She thought about it for a while and realized she didn't really know many people that she liked, much less any she wanted to be her maid of honor.
"Do you know Brittany's ring size?"
"Six," Santana stated without thinking about it.
"Are you sure?" her mom asked.
Santana sighed. Brittany's body hadn't changed at all since high school, but to appease her mom, she'd go look anyway. Santana huffed, "Hold on a second," before wandering out onto the porch to find Brittany. The blonde was laid out on the porch swing, basking in the sunlight with her phone pressed to her ear.
"Yeah Rach," Brittany smiled at Santana and then continued her conversation.
Santana looked at her own hand and slid off the ring that her dad had given her on her eighteenth birthday. She remembered that depending on who was wearing whatever matched it best, they would switch back and forth.
She got an idea and knelt down next to Brittany. She slowly picked up the blonde's hand and easily slipped the ring onto Brittany's left ring finger.
The blonde beamed and added into her phone, "I'll pick you up at the airport…okay bye."
"It's definitely six," Santana told her mom, "I'll call you back in a few minutes." Before her mom could reply, she hung up.
Brittany sat up and leaned down, capturing Santana's lips in the most loving kiss she could conjure. Then she chuckled, breaking the kiss.
"What?" Santana asked with an adoring smile.
"Yes," Brittany answered, "I will marry you tomorrow."
"Good," Santana moved to sit next to Brittany on the swing, "Who were you talking to?"
"Rachel," Brittany answered, "She's escorting my parents into town tonight."
"Is she your maid of honor?"
The blonde nodded.
Santana sighed, "I don't think I have anyone I want to be mine."
"Tina?"
"I never talked to her much."
"Mercedes?"
"I was horrible to her in high school."
"Quinn?"
Santana paused then nodded, "I could but I don't have her number."
Brittany offered her phone to Santana, "I do." She ran a hand through her blonde hair and then laced her fingers with Santana's, "After you get her number I should probably start heading back. I still have to find a dress and pick everyone up."
"My mom's taking care of the rings," Santana looked through Brittany's phone and put Quinn's number into her own phone. She gave Brittany back her phone and whined, "I don't want you to leave."
Brittany chuckled, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"I love you," Santana kissed Brittany, hoping to get her to linger a little longer. She gently ran her teeth over Brittany's bottom lip eliciting moan from her fiancée.
But Brittany finally pulled away, "Wait until tomorrow night."
"Wait?" Santana asked, disappointed. Now that she had Brittany again, she wanted to fall asleep and wake up next to her everyday for the rest of her life.
"Yeah," Brittany grinned, "Rachel is throwing a bachelorette party for me and I have to find a dress with my mom. Are we coming here for our honeymoon?"
Santana shook her head, "No. I can do better than this." She rested her forehead against Brittany's. "It will be amazing and I will get you all to myself for a whole week."
"A week?" Brittany asked, nervously, "I have rehearsals in six days."
"Then I get you to myself for six days," Santana kissed Brittany again.
"You're not mad?"
"Of course not," Santana wrapped her arms around the blonde, "You're marrying me with twenty-four hours notice. There's no way I could be mad at you after that."
After some more cuddling on the porch swing, Brittany managed to tear herself away and head back to the city, leaving Santana to herself. She sat on the swing for a few more minutes before picking up her phone and walking down to the lake.
As the phone rang in her ear, the cool lake wind whirled around her.
"Quinn Fabray," the ex-head Cheerio answered professionally.
"Um, Q?" Santana took a deep breath, "It's Santana."
"Santana!" Quinn sounded excited to hear from her, "How's the wedding coming? Rachel just called me to invite me to the bachelorette party."
"So you already know," Santana exhaled, relieved that she didn't have to explain everything. She bit her lip, "I have a sort of weird question to ask you."
"Sorry, Rachel's already appointed herself wedding singer," Quinn joked.
Santana chuckled, "I actually wanted to know if you'd be my maid of honor. I don't really have any other- I…," She paused, "We were sort of friends in high school I think and…"
"I'd love to," Quinn answered.
"Awesome. Oh and Q? I have one more request. There's this song…"
Santana hung up with Quinn after an hour of rehashing the past. They became friend again and forgave each other for their conflicts.
She decided that it was time to leave. She still had to see her mother about the rings and make a few adjustments to the wedding plans.
"Yes I did tell you to replace the groom on top of the cake with a blonde bride!" Rachel squealed, "How is that so hard?" After a moment she hung up the phone and looked at Brittany, "Well that's done."
"Thanks Rachel," Brittany smiled.
Rachel sat down on the couch next to her, "Well, I did manage to get some girls together at short notice for the bachelorette party. Quinn is Santana's maid of honor so they're going to go do their thing. I also got a band together for tomorrow. Did you know that they were going to have DJ? That's just ludicrous."
Brittany laughed. The details of her wedding weren't as important to her as that who she was marrying.
Santana made it back into town in time to meet her parents for lunch at their hotel. Her dad seemed happier to see her than he was the day before. He was boisterous and laughing more than Santana had seen him do in a long time. Her mom was just as happy, but more in a teary 'my baby's getting married' way.
After they got their drinks, Santana was a getting a little comfortable because her dad kept looking at her weird. In the same weepy 'my little girl is growing up' as her mom.
"So did you take care of the rings?" Santana broke the silence.
"Oh yes I did," her mom reached into her purse and pulled out a small box. She slowly took out the two rings. "These were your great grandmother's," Santana's mother ceremoniously placed the rings into her daughters hand, "She gave them to my mother who gave them to me." She took a deep breath, "I wasn't going to give them to you because, no offense, I didn't think you and Marcus would last that long and I couldn't bear to see one of these rings get lost in some sort of angry divorce."
Santana nodded quietly, understanding her mother's reasoning and not faulting her for it. She looked down at the newly polished rings.
"I got them sized already," her mother went on to explain.
However Santana's mind was still on the meaning of the rings in her head. These meant that she at the very least had her mother's blessing in marrying Brittany. It also meant that her mother had faith that this marriage, albeit spontaneous, was going to last.
She turned to her mother and threw her arms around her mother's neck, "Thank you mom."