5 days after the revelation and Santana still couldn't accept it so she went to the club every night, enjoying her remaining freedom, only to go home in the morning. Like today.
She was now standing in front of her window beside a tree. She was contemplating on how she could climb up to get inside her room without anyone noticing her.
When she finally decided to climb up she planted her foot on the bark of the tree carefully, slowly but surely. She couldn't afford to fall from that tree right now even though she's dizzy. She finally got to her room from her window and once she was inside, she dropped herself on the bed, face first, and making some of the plushies topple onto the floor.
She was feeling dizzy because of all the alcoholic drinks she had drunk last night. She faced the clock on her night stand to check the time. 4:30am, it read.
"Ugh..." she groaned and closed her eyes.
And finally, after a minute of stable breathing and nothing to disturb her peace, she's off to dreamland.
~.~
"Miss Lopez, please wake up," Mr. Smythe tried to wake up his boss. He was wearing a silver vest, a black long sleeved polo, slacks and black shoes with a small notebook on his right hand to complete his ensemble. He stood beside Santana's bed, trying to wake the missy up.
"Uhmmm," she annoyingly replied.
"Miss, you have an appointment at 4pm and its 3pm already," he said calmly.
"Huh? How come? I didn't know I have an appointment today," she replied groggily with her head slightly lifted up, eyebrows meeting and one eye opened. She's trying to adjust from the sudden brightness of her surroundings.
"Madame Lopez arranged it for you, Miss."
"Ugh, what is it?" Her head was spinning and aching like hell but she managed to sit up on her bed while rubbing her temples.
Mr. Smythe opened his notebook to check on her schedule. "You have to go to the place where the wedding would be held, Miss," he said while reading on his notebook with reading glasses.
"Where is it?" "Your car's GPS was programmed to drive you there, Miss, just press Destination No.2," he said with a smile.
"Okay." She jumped out of the bed and grabbed a towel then headed to the bathroom.
"There's food on the table if you're hungry, Miss!" Mr. Smythe shouted before walking out of her room.
Santana smiled because of Mr. Smythe's kindness. Though he already knew that Santana came back from clubbing last night, he never mentioned anything about it to Mr. And Mrs. Lopez. He's trustworthy.
~.~
After a couple of minutes, she's finally done taking a bath. She got out of the bathroom with a bath robe and headed to the walk-in closet.
She stared at the pile of hanged dresses, shirts and even shorts. She picked the simplest clothes she has. A white semi-translucent off shoulder shirt that lay down to her hips and a short denim shorts. She put them all and admired herself in the mirror, like how she admired Brittany the first time she saw the girl.
Santana then shook her head. Why was she thinking about all of a sudden? It's just too weird for her. She grabbed her black high heels and put them on. On her way out of the closet, she grabbed her black shoulder bag that has all her necessities inside. She took a last look at herself in the mirror, until she saw that something was missing.
Her hair was in a mess! She brushed it and tied it in a loose bun with her bangs laid down to her eyebrows. That hair fitted perfectly with her simple outfit.
Oh how she wished making wise decisions would be as easy as choosing clothes, shoes and hair style that when you looked at your decision in a much wider view, it's perfect. But in life, sometimes you would forget to look at some points, like how she forgotten about her hair, but, then again, if your decisions were right, it would just look perfect.
~.~
"Mom, I'm leaving!" Santana shouted once she finished eating while walking coolly to the front door. There was a maid standing there, waiting for her.
"Miss, here's the key to your car," the maid said as she handed the key to Santana. She grabbed it without even bothering to say thank you.
"Why should I? That's their job, we pay them for that!" was her answer every time someone was saying that she should say thank you.
The front door opened by itself, revealing Santana's car waiting in the front lawn with a butler beside the driver's door. Santana walked to the driver's seat and the butler opened it for her. Once she was inside, she dropped her bag on the passenger's seat and took out her black sunglasses from it. She wore them then started the car and pressed 'Destination No.2' on her touch screen GPS. The car started to move on its own and went out of the huge gate of the Lopez. It was programmed like that, no need for a driver. After a minute of just sitting there watching the road, she suddenly felt sleepy.
She really could use a nap right now; the car could manage on its self. Besides, sleeping was her only escape from this nightmare called reality.
~.~
Santana started to feel hot from where she was sitting -inside her car- because of the sun rays that were perforating her skin. It annoyed her so she opened her eyes in panic as she remembered that she's going to the wedding place. Once she opened her eyes all she saw was darkness.
Dark? How come I can feel heat on my skin?
Just then it hit her. She's still wearing her black sunglasses! She didn't know if she should be mad at herself for making fun of herself or happy for the police who was on the road thought that she was awake the whole time because he couldn't see her eyes.
"Pfft..." she hissed and got out of the car. She was shocked at what she saw.
The wedding place was actually on the⦠beach! She just stood there, completely stupefied with her mouth opened. She took off her sunglasses and observed the place attentively.
There was a lot of people there, busy doing each work given to them. But the scene that caught her eyes was a group of men, not because of their masculine body, but because of the things they were doing. Some were working on the platform stage; some were at the ark in front of the platform stage. That would be the altar, she guessed.
The second thing that caught her eyes was the view just right in front of her. The place was facing the west so the sunset looked great on it. Everything seemed to be colored orange, even the sand that used to be white looked orange and the water that used to be blue was now colored orange. It was the best scene she had ever seen.
Santana looked around, in search for the one who planned the wedding. She's sure it's not her mom because she never asked Santana where she wanted the wedding to be held, probably not her dad, he never asked too, till she saw a man beside the group of working men she saw a while ago, about five feet tall with a masculine body. He's not doing anything; he's just standing there, checking some stuffs on his clipboard.
He must be the planner.
She walked to his direction, not caring about the sand that was sticking to her feet and approached the guy.
"Hey, are you the wedding planner?" she said. The man's back was facing her.
"Oh! Hi, Miss Lopez, but I'm sorry I am not the one who planned this," he said, being polite to Santana.
"What? Then who?" She was really curious now.
"Me," said the voice behind her.
"Y-You?!" Santana said once she already turned around. Shock was hinted on her voice.
"Yes, me," Brittany said proudly with a smile.
"How did you know I want a beach wedding?"
"I called your house two days ago to ask your parents but it seems that they're not at home so it was Mr. Symthe I asked," she stated simply.
And a memory came back to Santana.
-Flashback-
Santana was inside the car with Mr. Smythe driving. They were from school and now heading to the beach, like Santana wished.
Once they arrived at the beach, Santana jumped out of the car happily. She's so excited to go to the seashore and play with the sand and the water, her childishness made Mr. Smythe chuckle.
"Come here, Mr. Smythe!" she said as she grabbed the old man's hand and dragged him to the seashore.
"Look there!" She pointed at a direction and Mr. Smythe followed it with his eyes till he saw what Santana was pointing at. It was a wedding happening on the beach while the sun was setting.
"That's a wedding, Miss," he said politely.
"Wedding? What's that?" she asked. Confusion was clear on her face.
"It's a ceremony done when you and the person you love want to be together forever," he explained.
"Ohhh..." After that, there was a minute of silence until... "Mr. Smythe!" Santana said excitedly while tugging at the sleeves of his polo. "When I grow up, I want a wedding in the beach too!" She said with a spark on her eyes.
"Oh, Miss, don't think about that yet. Focus on your study first. You're still young. How old are you again?" he asked.
"Nine!" she said excitedly with her nine fingers spread out evenly in front of him.
"See, you're still young. Now we need to go home. Your mom might be looking for you now," he said with a chuckle and guided Santana to the car.
"I'm so excited on my wedding!" Santana said while sending eye-smiles to the old man once she was seated on the passenger's seat. Mr. Smythe just looked at her with a smile. He glanced every once in a while at her while driving until Santana fell asleep.
-End of flashback-
Mr. Smythe. He still remembers, Santana thought.
There was a minute of silence until Brittany spoke.
"Santana, can you come with me for a while?" She said, expecting a yes as an answer.
Santana just nodded though she's not sure why she did. Brittany led the way in the direction of the sea shore,facing the sunset. Santana just followed her. Once they're at the sea shore, Brittany stopped and so was Santana.
"Santana, I know it's hard. If you think it's easy for me, well I'm telling you it's not," she started while looking at the beautiful view in front of them.
"Just get straight to the point." Santana was growing impatient.
Brittany had her hands inside the pocket of her trench coat the whole time. She clenched her hands into a fist and eyes shut tight, trying to contemplate and decide on what to do next. She couldn't think of any. Heck! God knows how much she had tried to think! She just gave up and proceeded on the first thing that entered her mind.
"Santana Lopez, please marry me!" she said as she knelt beside Santana. She took Santana's hand and held the ring's box on the other.
There went Brittany's plan- propose to Santana whenever she could. Lame. Totally lame.
"Wh- wha- what?!" was all that Santana could utter. She's facing Brittany now. She's completely shocked and it's obvious in her face with her eyes opened wide.
"You know we can't do anything about this..."
I know.
"But, at least, I want us to be willing to do this and I am willing."
I don't know if I am.
"I know I'm not the man or the girl of your dreams..."
That's good you know.
"But no one could actually say that you deserve better because the best thing that you deserve will always be your choice."
I don't know what to choose anymore.
"Probably you're thinking that I want to steal your freedom, I don't really mean to, but please..."
That's why I don't want to marry you.
"Please, marry me?"
Brittany said all this while looking straight into Santana's eyes and using her most sincere voice. Brittany doesn't know why she's doing this. She just felt like she needed to.
If anyone would see them in this setting they would think that they're totally in love with each other. With the sunset, the sand, the water and the soft wind blowing their hairs, "Love is in the air" was the only thing they would say. If only they knew all the things behind that beautiful scene.
Santana couldn't utter a word. She just stood there, staring at the kneeling girl in front of her with her expecting eyes. She has to think of a remedy, at least. She couldn't just give up everything with this girl and take all the credits. And luckily, unlike Brittany, she has thought of a remedy.
"Okay, I will," she said, making Brittany smile wide. "But!" she continued, causing Brittany's smile to fade. "You need to meet me exactly seven days from now. We need to talk about something," she finished in a serious tone.
"Okay. So, uhm... can I put this on you now?"
"Hurry, because this scene is so corny," Santana said though inside she loved the setting. It was the best proposal a girl could ever wish.
Brittany put the box on the sand, not letting go of Santana's hand; she took the ring out of it and aimed it at Santana's ring finger. This was it; no turning back. Santana was accepting this and so was Brittany. It seemed to be in slow motion when Brittany was putting the ring, both of them reminiscing their past that they knew they couldn't look back once the marriage was done and the future that they will be living in one house and sleeping in one room. Just when the ring finally reached the end of Santana's finger, they both looked at each other with the same look.
This is it.
