This was the big day. The big day that the elder Pierces and Lopez's were waiting for, but not the younger Pierce and Lopez.
"Honey, aren't you done yet?" Mrs. Pierce asked as she knocked on Brittany's walk-in closet's door.
"Just a few minutes, Mom," Brittany responded.
"Why are you taking so long in there, by the way?" Mrs. Pierce asked in concern but the latter didn't respond. Instead, she took a final look at herself at the mirror with a problematic face.
"I'm not comfortable with what I am wearing, Mom," Brittany finally said as she snuck her head out through the door of her walk-in closet. "Come out here, let me see."
And the girl obeyed.
As she stepped out of the closet with a white tuxedo that hugged every right places of her slim body perfectly, her mom's eyes started to grow bigger. She never imagined her daughter could be this handsome.
"Why- it looks good on you, my dear!" Mrs. Pierce complimented.
Her hair was laid straight down her shoulders with a simple wave at the tip. She's so simple right now yet the way she carried the tux was so good.
"Thanks, Mom. But, come on! This is MY wedding and I am wearing a tux?! I was dreaming of a wedding dress!" She complained as her mom ruffled her hair.
"Come on, we don't want the Lopez waiting," Mrs. Pierce smiled sincerely to her daughter before pulling her out of their house and inside the male's wedding car.
Mrs. Pierce didn't want to talk about this wedding because just thinking about her daughter being owned by Santana made her heart ache -like what typical parents feel when their daughter/son were getting married- but she knew this was the right thing to do.
They'll learn to fall in love eventually.
~.~
"Aww, you're so pretty, Darling," Maribel complimented her daughter.
Santana took a final spin and looked at herself in the mirror. She's wearing a beautiful wedding dress and light make-up to make it more natural. She admired her reflection in the mirror before hugging her mom.
"Thank you, Mom."
"Aww, my baby is all grown up now. MY baby that I tried so hard to feed for the past twenty-three years is now struggling to get out of our hands," Maribel whined like a kid.
"Mom! Stop that!" Santana giggled as she hit her mom's arm -arms that used to comfort her when she's sad, arms that helped her up when she's down, and arms that used to rock her to sleep when she was a kid- "It doesn't fit you, okay?" And they giggled together.
"Few hours from now, you wouldn't be ours anymore but Brittany's," Maribel stated, serious.
"We trust her so you trust her too, okay? Don't order her around and don't bully her!" Maribel knew her daughter.
I would be Brittany's property from now on. I'm not saying she can't protect me, actually, by the looks of it, I actually feel safe around her.
Santana smiled. "Sure, Mom. Let's go! I don't want to be late on my wedding ceremony!" With that, she dragged her mom out of the house, causing all the things she passed by trip on her amazingly wide dress.
When they reached the female's wedding car, Santana seemed to have a problem. The car was small compared to her wide dress.
She contemplated for a bit and finally thought of an option. "Oh, as much as I hate to do this, I don't have a choice. Mom, you will sit on the passenger seat okay?" And her mom nodded.
She pressed herself inside the car until there was not a part of her dress flowing out the door of the car before closing it. The dress amazingly occupied all the spaces of the back seat.
"Phew," she breathed out. The car drove away and she started to feel hot. Having three persons crowded in the small car plus the petticoat of her dress wasn't doing any help.
Ugh, my make-up! she worried.
Her mom saw her facial expression on the rear view mirror. "Honey, we're almost there, just relax." She might have thought that Santana was having cold feet.
"Sure, Mom," was all that she replied before fanning herself with her hand.
~.~
Brittany couldn't stop fidgeting with her hands as she paced back and forth on the right side of the arch where she's standing beside her father, waiting for her bride. The priest was already there and ready, also the few guests that were mostly both Lopez's and Pierce's company's share holders.
"Why is she taking so long?" she mumbled under her breath.
She felt a hand took a hold of her tensed shoulders. "Relax, she's coming. Don't worry" Mr. Pierce smiled sweetly to his daughter -his sweet, adorable, matured and obedient daughter.
"Thanks, Dad." And they hugged. She looked straight till her eyes met her mom's. The older girl nodded, so was she. She missed these stuffs. Feeling her father's arms around her like he used to when she was a kid. She felt like crying, but she knew she couldn't, it's her wedding day!
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the female's wedding car arrived, (if it didn't arrive any time soon Brittany might have run away from this wedding) and Maribel got out first before helping Santana out.
Brittany stopped fidgeting and pacing back and forth as she focused on her bride, trying so hard to get out of the small car though she couldn't see her face because of the distance. After a minute or so, Maribel managed to get Santana out of the car with a few sweat droplets on her forehead since no one bothered to help her.
The two of them bowed in apology for being late to all the guests.
Ernest walked to his daughter's side, as Maribel took a seat in the front row, with Santana's bouquet and handed it to her as he put Santana's wedding veil on for her to cover her face.
"Let's go?" He asked his daughter with all smiles. Santana nodded.
~.~
"The wedding shall start now," The priest announced and the background song played.
It was expected to have no Groomsmen but it was a shock that the Bridesmaid didn't arrive.
Figures, Santana thought as she shook her head in disbelief that her Bridesmaid didn't arrive.
Though Haller was too old to be the flower girl, she still accepted the role. She couldn't say no to her only sister. She walked in the center aisle sending a smile to her sister till she reached the end and took her seat.
Leo was trailing behind her as the ring bearer. Though he's already too old to be the ring bearer he couldn't say no to his sister too. Plus, Santana threatened him.
"I'm going to make you marry her if you refuse!" she once told her little brother.
"Okay! I'll be the ring bearer." He couldn't say anything other than that especially when Santana's eyes were piercing trough him.
"All rise for the bride," the priest announced and everyone obeyed. They all looked at Santana in awe because she looked gorgeous in her wedding dress.
Santana walked ever so slowly down the isle, her hand wrapped around her dad's arm. She's looking at everyone but Brittany. She couldn't bear to look at her especially when just a glimpse of her wearing a tuxedo made her heart flutter. And Brittany looking intently at her didn't help at all, as if she could see through Santana's veil. Brittany was all smiles and Santana wondered why.
Finally, after what felt like forever -for Brittany- they arrived at the end and Ernest was ready to give her daughter's hand to Brittany.
Brittany hugs lightly until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Ernest was smiling at her and she smiled back.
"She's all yours now. Please take good care of her," he whispered to Brittany as they hugged.
"Yes, Dad," was all that she answered before walking past him and to her bride.
Man, I swear this is getting corny! We're not even in love and they're acting like we are and this is a serious thing! Tss, Brittany thought. But I can't blame them, I'm sure it's hard for them too, like how hard this is for us.
Brittany offered her left arm to Santana and led her to the arch where the priest was waiting.
Along with them kneeling in front of the priest were the guests sitting down on their chairs.
The priest started the ceremony but neither of the two was listening. They we're whispering to each other.
"Who chose that car?! I'm so gonna kill that person for choosing a very small one!" Santana hissed under her breath.
"Who chose that gown anyway?" Brittany replied with a smile and Santana knew what the meaning of that smile was.
"Shut up," she hissed because she knew very well to herself that she chose that gown.
After ten minutes of singing, giving away of the bride, praying and the charge to bride and groom it was now the pledge.
"Brittany/Santana, will you have Santana/Brittany to be your wife/wife, to live together as friend and mate? Will you love her as a person, respect her as an equal, sharing joy as well as sorrow, triumph as well as defeat. And keep her beside you as long as you both shall live?"
Ugh, as if like I can say 'I don't'! As much as I want to, I can't disappoint them, Brittany thought.
I don't! I'd rather haul King Crab from the frigid Bearing Sea onto a sinking trawler in an ice storm than marry this girl! Santana thought.
"I Do," they both said.
They stood up and faced each other and started their vow.
"I love you Brittany/Santana as I love no other. All that I am I share with you. I take you to be my wife/wife through health and sickness, through plenty and want, through joy and sorrow, now and forever, till death do us part." They both said in unison as they slid the wedding rings in their left ring finger.
Those three words 'I love you' were hard for them to say especially when they don't really have feelings towards each other. Yet.
"I now pronounce you, wife and wife." Then everyone applauded.
The two smiled to the guests though they couldn't really see Santana since her face was covered with the veil.
"Brittany, you may now kiss your bride."
Everyone chanted but both couldn't hear anything other than their hearts beating abnormally fast. Brittany lifted her hands up and unveiled Santana's face slowly.
"Don't tell me you're going to kiss me?!" Santana hissed through gritted teeth.
"Why not? You said act sweet in front of our parents, right?" Brittany hid her words with a smile.
Santana couldn't say anything anymore when Brittany started leaning forward, cupping her flushed cheek with both hands. She hated this part of the wedding, really! She took a deep breath, her heart still beating fast, and held it in since she has no choice but to receive this kiss.
Brittany swallowed hard as her heart never stopped beating fast. She already has a plan. This was going to be fast, like nothing happened.
Both hearts were beating faster and faster at each gap that closed in between them. Brittany held her breath and Santana waited for the impact on her lips. Both eyes were tightly shut, also the world around them were shut. They couldn't hear anything, anyone.
Until Santana felt something soft landed on her lips.
Is this it? She asked herself.
But was shocked and relieved to realize that it was Brittany's thumb that landed on her lips and not Brittany's lips. Since Brittany's hand was on Santana's cheek, she positioned it carefully for no one to see that she covered Santana's lips with her thumb before kissing her own thumb, fast, so that no one would catch.
Brittany backed away and let out the breath she'd been keeping, same with Santana.
"I thought you were going to do it! I swear I have my fists ready to beat you up later if you did that!" Santana hissed as she hugged Brittany to put up with the acting.
Brittany smiled. "You don't trust me, huh? I'm not gonna take advantage of you, remember that," she said as she rubbed Santana's back to ease the girl's tension.
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In the reception hall, the newlyweds were getting tired already from entertaining all the guests. Santana was now changed in a much more comfortable dress (for her) and Brittany removed her coat only to be left with the vest.
"Mom, we're going home," Brittany said to her mom and Santana did the same with her own mom. Brittany hugged Maribel.
Santana hugged Mrs. Pierce. "Please take care of my daughter, Santana. I leave her in your hands now," she whispered to Santana's ear.
"Yes, Ma'am," was all that Santana said, though she's not sure about it herself.
They got inside their limousine car that was waiting outside the hall and the driver drove them to the Pierce's house.
After a couple of minutes or so, they finally arrived home and got out the car. They found themselves standing in front of the front door and didn't know what to do.
Brittany walked in but stopped when she noticed that the other girl wasn't following but instead she was looking at the fourteen steps stairs with her tired eyes, knowing she have to walk that up because the guest room was upstairs.
"Ugh." Luckily, Brittany wasn't a fool to notice that Santana wanted her to carry her upstairs like a real newlywed.
She took a deep breath before carrying Santana bridal style up the stairs with Santana's hands lying on her shoulder. Good thing she's sporty and that her body was strong, but her tiredness doesn't help much that it took her two seconds on every step of the stairs to finally reach Santana's room.
The door opened to her command and she laid the now sleeping Santana on the bed.
"Pffft, you're heavy! I think I have osteoporosis now at such young age," Brittany said particularly to no one while rubbing her back.
How can she sleep so easily like that? She asked herself as she watched the sleeping mermaid on the bed.
She clicked a button in her watch and spoke, "Mr. Meek, please send Karen to Santana's room and change Santana's clothes into comfortable ones and remove all her make-up."
"Yes, Miss," came the reply.
She took a seat beside the bed and admired Santana's beauty. "Sleep well, Princess." After brushing away some strands of her hair, she kissed Santana's forehead tenderly, as if like she was so fragile, and left the room.
Santana opened her eyes as she just witnessed a soft and vulnerable side of Brittany. "Goodnight… Princess," she said to no one and closed her eyes.
She just chuckled when she remembered that she just broke one of the rules to not call Brittany other names, unintentionally. But she's not planning to divorce Brittany this early. What if that would happen to other rules?
She doesn't want that.
Goodnight kiss. The kiss you meant was just a kiss on the forehead? I spent the whole night thinking of that. Aish.
She finally drifted off to sleep after releasing a sigh of relief. Or was it?
~.~
(somewhere in New York)
"San, San, San..." the girl said to herself as she shook her head with a smirk playing on her lips.
"You finally settled down, huh?" She just finished watching the pre-nuptial video that was sent to her along with the invitation that was now on her hands as she sat comfortably on her couch, alone.
"I hope she won't hurt you," she said with a concerned voice. She looked at her name written on the invitation before throwing it on the couch as she stood up to clean her living room.
Bride's Maid: Rachel Berry.