Hey guys! sorry for the late update and i apologize for any mistakes in this chapter. As for the plan, well that's gone straight out of the window thanks to a certain someone, (you know who you are) and thats why this chapter took so long to write. anyway, i hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 10
She couldn't breathe. She was staring at her phone like it was some sort of foreign object from out of space and the apologetic voice that was sounding from the other end was equally as unrecognisable to her ears. She felt the cold sweat shudder down her body and she'd grabbed on Quinn's shoulders to keep herself steady. "You better fix this within the next hour or, believe me, I will hunt you down and I will string you up by your balls." Her voice leaves no questions unanswered but the man on the other end of the line stutters out his words and Santana growls down her phone. "Listen to me-" she's cut off when her phone is snatched from her hands by her uncle who waves his hand in a reassuring motion and gestures for Quinn to take Santana into the conjoining room to start getting ready.
"Calm down Liam Neeson. He'll sort it." Quinn mocks but when Santana can only give her a doubtful, pail look in response all she can do is squeeze her hand in response. "Sit down, I'll start on your hair."
Santana fiddled with her makeup brushes unable to keep her mind from the fuck up that had just occurred, the douche bag that had called to ruin her wedding. The jabbed the tip of her thumb straight into the soft brush so that the bristles splayed out flat. The company she had just hired to supply the alcohol had just called to inform her that they had double bucked her with a christening.
"You need to relax." Quinn tapped on her shoulders that were tensed to a solid stature. "Come one, S. You're getting married in less than two hours. Pull yourself together because everything is going to be okay." Santana stayed silent, her shoulders dropped ever so slightly but barely noticeable. The lack of response from the Latina had Quinn worried, cold feet maybe?
"No." Santana's rough reply was too quiet to be heard so she shook her head.
"What?"
"I don't have cold feet."
"Then what's wrong?" Quinn asked irritably. Her foot tapped against the wooden flooring as she curled a piece of Santana's black locks around a curling wand.
Santana shook her head. "Nothing." The tug on her hair had her cringing away from as the blonde called her bluff. "It's a cliché. I just want today to be perfect and I want to make Brittany happy especially with everything she's going through. You know?" Santana looked down to avoid eye contact with the blonde woman behind her.
"You know, Brittany is in love with you? Like head over heels, you jump she jumps, in love with you. I thought you would have realised this by now." Quinn's voice was dripping with sarcasm which Santana didn't much appreciate, the death glare supported that. "She's not going to hold it against you if the smallest thing goes wrong, hell I don't even think she'd care if the building was burning down around you both." She pinned a section of hair up then moved to her other side to start there. "And with everything going on now, something like this isn't going to affect anything between you both. She knows you love her and everything you do for her proves that." Santana nodded but Quinn's words had done nothing to ease the tension in her shoulders or the angry butterflies in her gut. She didn't know whether she was going to throw up or pass out. "Today is going to be one of the best days of your life regardless of how many double bookings or disasters happen."
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"Mom!" Brittany called out, the word still sounded slightly off on the tip of her tongue. Like the taste of orange juice straight after brushing your teeth. Susan appeared in the doorway of her room and Brittany gestured to her bare back. "Could you help me zip up?"
"Sure, honey." Her voice was laced with sugar and the words were far too sweet not to make the blonde cringe away ever so slightly. They fell into a tense silence that Brittany hoped wouldn't be a permanent thing between them. Brittany hadn't forgot what either of her parent had said to her the night of her birthday, the night they had disowned her. The pain was still fresh despite telling herself that she didn't need them, she had Santana after all, she'd told herself that they didn't matter, that their opinion of her wasn't important, it had been easy to believe her own lies. She'd pushed her feelings down and allowed herself to be pulled into the world of Santana. But of course she was still angry, fuming in fact; her perfectly manicured nails dug into the palm of her hand, threatening to draw blood. "Why so tense?" Susan ran her hands gently down her daughter's arms. "Pre-wedding jitters?" she chuckled playfully.
"You'd like that wouldn't you." Brittany snapped before she could even think of what she was saying. She clamped her mouth shut and tried to hide her own shock as her mother recoiled, alarmed but the blonde's sudden outburst. Brittany stepped around her mom, picked up her flowers and corrected the crown of daises on her head.
"Brittany?" Susan's voice sounded small and almost helpless but a ringing in Brittany's ear, sounded too much like her mother disowning her, rang clearly and allowed her to block the woman's words out.
"Let's not do this now. I can't- I can't do this now." She held up her hand to silence any protests or questions that were about to spill from her mouth. "I'm getting married in an hour." She said with finality and walked to the door to show her mother out.
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Santana paced the floor of the room, her hands scrunching the piece of the paper with her scrawled writing on as she tried hopelessly to perfect her vows.
Thirty minutes to go.
"These are stupid." Her voice was tired and frustrated as she stomped over to the sofa in the room, the front of her dress was hiked up so as not to tread on it in her annoyance. Quinn walked over and snatched the paper from Santana's hand and proceeded to rip it in front of her face. Santana face visibly paled as her jaw dropped and a series of emotions flew through the pupils in her eyes. "What the hell did you just do?"
Quinn, not phased in the slightest, rolled her eyes and dropped the shreds of paper onto Santana like confetti. "You don't need a script." She shrugged with a matter of fact expression before she sauntered off towards the dresser and picked up the eyeliner. "Despite popular opinion, Santana, I'm sure you and I both agree that you are quite the romantic." She pulled Santana's chin up with her hand so that she could see her eyes clearly and began to top up and perfect the wings that framed dark eyes. "You just need to relax and let that part of you out for once." And paused, her tongue poked out the corner of her mouth in concentration. "It's your wedding for crying out loud. Just tell Brittany and everyone else out there how much you love her."
Santana stuffed her hands beneath her thighs to stop herself from rubbing nervously at her face. "Just get me in my dress before I lose my shit." She stood up and began to pull down her shorts and unbutton her flannel shirt. There was an unceremonious thump against the door that halted Quinn and Santana in their positions. They looked expectantly at one another waiting for the other to open said door. "I'm naked, Quinn." She deadpanned as she ushered the blonde in the right direction.
Santana was about to climb into her dress when she heard a male voice. "Thanks, Q." the voice was followed by the squeak of wheels.
"You made it!" Santana rushed towards Dylan, all worry from a moment ago forgotten as he wheeled himself further into the room. She came to a halt in front of him before she could bump into has cast encased legs with protruding rods. The man still hadn't gotten full use of his legs back and had been informed that he wouldn't for at least another two long years. Santana could tell by Dylan's mournful expression when he had informed her of this information that he wasn't hopeful in the slightest. Dylan was dressed in a slim fitting suit that hugged his torso emphasizing his toned muscles and the light lilac colour of his tie gave him a healthy looking glow which had been missing since the crash.
"I wouldn't miss my bro's wedding for anything." She chuckled and pulled her down into a hug.
"Don't you look dashing in that suit?" Santana smirked as she mocked in a British accent.
"I need something that's going to help me out tonight." He winked suggestively. "Not like my legs are very attractive." He chuckled clearly trying to lighten a bad subject. Quinn visibly shrunk back at the mention of Dylan's legs. It wasn't as though she was uncomfortable with the topic, it just brought back horrible memories of sitting in a hospital not knowing who was dead or alive.
Santana laughed at that, being around Dylan during his time in the hospital had allowed them both to build up a sick sense of humour about the subject. "What about your dick?" she nudged his shoulder with sly smirk. "Can you still use it I the state you're in?"
"Santana!" Quinn's voice was shrill as it rang through the room but the serious faces in Dylan and Santana's faces as the turned to face the blonde only lasted as second as the façade cracked and they burst into hysterical laughing. Quinn stopped over to the Latina with the wedding dress in her hands. "Get dressed."
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"Are you okay, Brittany?" Rachel hurried into the room carrying piles of name cards that had yet to be placed around the tables for the reception. She walked over to where the blonde in question had slumped into a rather old and expensive looking chair, most likely wrinkling the back of her dress.
Brittany sighed, she just wanted to be alone for a while but at the same time she wanted to scream at someone and take out her frustrations without causing trouble or making a mess of things. Where was Santana when she needed her? Getting ready to marry the love of her life. That was almost enough to tug the corners of Brittany's lips up into a smile. "I don't know how to feel about my parents." She said after a moment of heavy breathing.
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked slightly distracted as she sat herself down across from Brittany into one of the chairs and began to sort the name cards into family groups and friendship groups before sorting them by 'most likely not to cause world war three'. "Your mom and dad are here. It could be worse." She said offhandedly not thinking.
Brittany sat up straight and yanked the cards from Rachel's hands. "As opposed to what, Rachel? They could be dead?" she spat the words and the brunette recoiled in her seat, eyes now alert. Rachel gaped for a moment, unable to form words. "Because yes, they could be dead but for the past two years they have shown no interest in my life and before them they were vindictive," she'd heard Santana use that word once, "cruel and expressed nothing but shame and hatred towards my relationship with Santana, and for some reason I can't help but feel that my being in an accident and almost dying is the only reason they feel the need to be here."
Brittany rubbed her face angry and pulled her hair from the carefully made up bun. Rachel almost shrieked as she watched the blonde curls fall over Brittany's shoulder.
"Oh go to hell." Brittany spat as she threw the hair tie not caring anymore. Apparently she hadn't realised she'd begun to cry because Rachel was in front of her in a second with tissues despite her harsh words.
"Come here." Rachel sighed softly and pulled the tall blonde into a hug. "The doctors said your hormones could be all over the place."
"I'm sorry." It was a half assed attempt at an apology but Rachel accepted it nonetheless.
They fell into an awkward silence as Rachel began to fix Brittany's hair to the best of her ability, deciding to leave it down as she clearly wasn't a hairdresser. "You're allowed to feel like this."
"I don't want to though." She sounded like a petulant child but Rachel only responded with a soothing pat to her shoulder. "I just want to feel like everything is normal, I don't want to question them or feel like they're secretly hoping that everything goes up in flames."
"Brittany, I don't think that's what they really think of you-"
"That's how it feels to me and it's not fair. I'm supposed to be enjoying one of the happiest days of my life but instead I'm sitting here in a crappy ass mood because of them." She slumped back in her seat when Rachel pulled away. She could faintly hear the clicking of Rachel's phone figuring she was most likely trying to sort out the reception and the alcohol issue. It wasn't until five minutes later when the door to her room burst open and a blur of white raced towards her and her senses were flooded in cinnamon and coconut that she realised that Rachel had most likely sent out an S.O.S to Quinn who had informed Santana of her breakdown. Santana's arms encased Brittany's body and despite the height difference the blonde allowed herself to be held and the tension to leave her body for a moment. "What're you doing here?" she pulled back ever so slightly, her forehead dropped to Santana's and her eyes fluttered shut.
"Screw tradition." Santana chuckled that throaty laugh that only came from smoking five cigars a day during high school. "I wanted to see my lady before we make things official."
Brittany couldn't have even tried to hold back her grin. "You're not worried about the bad luck or anything?" she mused not entirely joking.
"I don't think our luck could get any worse than it's already been. But if it does, I think we're strong enough to make it through everything, together." She kissed Brittany with finality.
"Forever." The blonde copied her fiancés action.
Just then, Quinn trailed in the room followed by Brittany's parent and the blonde's mood immediately turned sour again. She tried to pull out of Santana's arms but the Latina held strong. "You need to talk to them and it's better to do it sooner than later."
"We're getting married in less than half an hour, San." Brittany whined but she knew it was no use.
"And we'll hold it off until this is sorted or at least half way to being sorted." She held Brittany's hand against her chest to pull her full attention to her instead. "I don't want to walk down that isle if you're not one hundred percent happy, and not to have a big ego or anything I do want your only thoughts to be of me." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and dropped her voice an octave or so which caused Brittany to blush, a rosy heat climbed up her neck to her face.
"Okay." Brittany mumbled with a slight smirk on her lips.
"Okay," Santana repeated happily. "I'll be right down the hall, waiting to marry you, and spend the rest of our lives together." She pressed her lips against Brittany's, their last as girlfriends. It was soft and warm, coated with the sweet scent that was Brittany and everything Santana loved about her. "I love you."
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For you, there'll be no more crying.
For you, the sun will be shining.
And I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right.
Santana knew that no one would ever be able to sing it better than Christine McVie. No one would be able to convey as much meaning into the words as she did but Santana would try to be at least a close second. She felt everything as she sang the words, remembered everything she had shared and experienced with Brittany and allowed her eyes to travel across the room to where her wife stood with Quinn, a glass of champagne resting in her left hand. Dressed in white, innocent and pure as though nothing could touch her.
To you, I'll give the world.
To you, I'll never be cold.
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right.
The room was dark but Santana could still see the outlines of the table tops, family and friends surrounding them, white lilies and roses sat as centre tops along with pale lilac ribbons – Brittany's choice.
Anton was sliding around on his knees on the dancefloor while Beth skipped and hopped around him. Orlando sat at the head table where the main wedding party had been situated, Kurt sat beside him, a sad smile on his face. She was surprised that he'd even turned up… but Dylan had found his way over to Kurt earlier on in the night and had even managed to crack a sad but a smile at least out of the man. He'd probably muttered some awkward joke out beneath his breath.
Santana found her eyes trained back onto her wife. The day had flown through, almost too fast to remember but the emotion was real enough for the memories to remain. Brittany was the living embodiment of an angel, her golden hair had framed her face, beautiful and elegant.
And the songbirds are singing, like they know the score.
And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before.
And I wish you all the love in the world.
But most of all, I wish it from myself.
It had been like falling in love all over again. Marrying Brittany was as though the puzzle pieces were slipping into place with ease. One by one, the pieces had made her stronger, strong enough to give her the strength to marry the love of her life. Everything that had happened was like a map, leading her to that day.
Seeing Brittany walking down the aisle was a breath of fresh air. She was so in love with everything that was Brittany, everyone else had seemed to be insignificant. Including the minor freak out minutes before the wedding but the blonde had reassured her that that was taken care of for the most part.
And the songbirds keep singing, like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before, like never before, like never before.
The song came to an end and the crowed clapped for her, the sound fell deaf on her ears though as Brittany's stare pulled her in. It was like looking at Brittany gave her a purpose as though she had been walking around for the past couple of months blind.
Santana pulled the front of her dress up and stepped down from the stage to walk towards Brittany. "That was beautiful." She didn't so much as hear the words as she felt her warm breath against her lips. Brittany's hands cupped her cheeks and pulled her forward into a soft kiss.
"Yeah?" Santana suddenly felt shy.
"Beautifully beautiful." Brittany chuckled as she planted a kiss against her wife's lips to reassure her.
Santana blushed, a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she buried her face into the crook of Brittany's neck. "Brittany…" she giggled squeezing the blonde's hips in affection.
"Fancy a dance, gorgeous?" she asked, pulling Santana towards the dancefloor without waiting for an answer. The brunette squealed in delight, sheer happiness bubbled up in her chest causing tears to prick at the corner of her eyes. They weren't the only ones to make their way onto the dance floor, Brittany's parents, Quinn and Rachel, Santana's great uncle and Brittany's grandmother, friends and cousins. The floor was packed with barely any space to move. Santana could barely spend Christmas in the same house as her mother's side of the family never mind a cramped dance floor. She pressed herself up against Brittany and wound her arms around her neck.
"Is this real?" Santana looked up at her wife with awe in her eyes. "We've been through hell, Britt and now we're here." She tilted her head towards the mass of people now dancing along to what sounded like a Miley Cyrus song with a too heavy bass.
"I'm pretty sure it's real, babe." Brittany reassured happily as she revelled in the closeness of their bodies. She kissed her to prove it, the simple touch of their lips sent bolts of electric shooting to the base of her spine. "Yup, pretty sure." She chuckled.
"How'd we get here?" Santana asked after a second or so.
"Wow, full of questions. Should I be worried?" Brittany chuckled only slightly nervously. She tried to ignore the slight sheen of sweat that was forming on the back of her neck and the ache in her forehead and put it down to drinking or stress instead of worrying over whether or not Santana was second guessing herself.
"No, no of course not. I'm just surprised we made it here." Santana shrugged but immediately regretted it as Brittany pulled away ever so slightly.
"What are you saying? That you didn't think we'd last?" she looked offended, like a kicked puppy as she tilted her head to the side and a pout formed on her lips.
"I'm not saying that!" Santana began to panic and her grip on Brittany tightened as though she were about to walk away and leave her. "I just mean that I didn't think I'd be here now…" she was digging herself into a hole. "Britt," Santana sighed and rubbed at her face. "With everything that had happened, my mom, dad, my heart and then the car crash, even you can't deny that the odds are stacked against us." Santana tried but Brittany didn't seem to relax.
Brittany had to give her that, but the hurt she was feeling didn't subside. "I still had faith."
Santana's heart sank. "Babe." She lifted her left hand up to wipe at her eyes as tears began to fall. She'd gone and messed everything up not even a day into their marriage. "I didn't question us. Not at all." She tried but she could see Brittany pulling away. "I've been in love with you since the first day we met. I've never once questioned you or anything about you, Brittany." She pulls Brittany closer and the blonde lets her. "You've always been there and I've never doubted that until people started dying. Until shit started happening." Her hands cupped the blonde's cheeks and pulled her down an inch or so allowing her to look into blue eyes. "I didn't question you or us. Just what the world had planned for us next, who knows what'll happen, Britt."
Brittany sighed and dropped her head to meet Santana's and gazed into the chocolate pools. "I'll never grow tired of looking into your eyes."
Santana's breath caught in her chest. They were good. And she was still falling in love with Brittany. It seemed never ending. Instead of telling her she decided to show her. She pressed her lips against Brittany's and tangled her fingers in long blonde waves and held her close. Their bodies pressed together and fit perfectly. Brittany's hands pulled on her hips as though she were pulling her impossibly closer and began to smile softly against her lips. She was reassured in that one kiss that they would be okay, at least they would try for as long as they had with each other.
"I love you, too." Brittany whispered as she pulled away to carrying on staring into her eyes. They stayed in silence but carried on dancing along to the music. The bodies of their family and friends moved and twisted along with them.
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"So how does it feel to be married?" Quinn smirked as she twirled Santana by the arm.
"That sounds familiar, haven't I already asked you that once before?" Santana caught Quinn's empty hand and pulled them both together as she laughed, remembering the night of the blonde's wedding. "But yeah, I thought it would feel like a birthday or something, you know, like a day older or something but it doesn't." she shook her head and smiled dreamily to herself as she peered over Quinn's shoulder to spy Brittany dancing with Beth. "It feels almost like a relief, like everything bad that has been happening to us has just been wiped clean." She looked back at Quinn. "I feel even safer with her now."
"Like you could stand on the top of a building, right on the edge, but know you're safe because her arms are around your waist holding you…" Quinn had her own dazed look, speaking from her own experience.
"Something like that, yeah." Santana smiled softly. "I didn't think I'd ever be able to be this happy again."
A pair of hands wound their way around Santana's waist causing her to jump ever so slightly. "That's all I ever want for you." It was Brittany's voice that whispered into her ear. Hot air stroked against the shell of her ear, a shiver vibrated down her spine and her eyes fluttered shut.
"I'll leave you two to it." Quinn chuckled but Santana wasn't listening.
"Come with me." Santana's knees went weak and she slumped back into Brittany's chest at the sound of her voice, husked and low. She allowed Brittany to drag her out the doors of the hall they'd hired and into an elegantly decorated corridor where she preceded to pull her along. "Here looks good." Brittany pushed open a side door which opened to what looked to be a conference room. She backed Santana up against the long wooden table, her eyes thundery dark and a slightly intoxicated smirk on her face.
"Brittany…" Santana drawled out through a breath, her eyes were hooded and her throat felt tight. She knew that face well, she knew the look that the blonde was giving her and the husk in her voice was sending shivers racing down her spine. And before another thought could even begin to form in her mind Brittany was everywhere, everything about the blonde was filling her senses and then her lips were on her own and Santana couldn't breathe as she tugged the blonde impossibly close. "Oh my god." She gasped out as Brittany yanked her leg up around her waist and pressed her backwards into the table top. Santana's burning body against the cool top was almost enough to form steam and the added pressure to her pulse point from Brittany's lips was enough to burn a hole through the table.
Brittany suddenly pulled up, her faced scrunched in thought as she stared off towards the back wall. Santana whimpered through an uncontrollable giggle at the loss of contact but Brittany's face was just too cute. Brittany kept her palms flat against Santana's bare thighs as her fingers tapped out a rhythm as her brain continued to tick until a sly grin pulled her mouth upwards. "Mrs. Santana Lopez-Pierce." And the way she said it had Santana's eyes rolling back into her skull and a moan breaking through her lips.
"Say it again." She moaned and Brittany did as she was told, twice, three times until Santana was writhing beneath her. And then Brittany's hand shot to Santana's garter, her fingers sneaking beneath the tight fabric to plan with the smooth expanse of skin there.
"I think…" Brittany began to breathe out. "I think that that is my new favourite thing to say." She sighed against Santana's full lips.
"Oh really?"
"Mhmm." She pulled Santana's hips forwards and pushed her thigh between them. "But I also think that we should slow down." She suggested breathily but made no move to slow the pace as her hands pushed higher up her wife's dress.
"I totally agree." Santana slammed her hips down hard against Brittany's protruding thigh and there was a chorus of a gasp and a squeal as Santana's core meat the friction she desired and Brittany felt the slick heat against her skin.
There was a sudden unceremonious thumb against the locked door behind them and they shot apart. "S?" Dylan's voice called quietly as to not draw attention. "People are looking for you guys. I know you're in there, I can smell the kinky fuckery from the hall." He muttered before the squeaking of his wheels could be heard as he left to join the rest of the wedding party.
They broke out into a round of giggles as embarrassment settled in. "We're like a pair of teenagers" Santana chuckled as she began to gather herself.
"I think we're passed that stage now, babe." Brittany held out her hand for Santana to take. "Shall we join the rest of the party, Mrs. Lopez – Pierce?" she grinned.
"I think we shall Mrs. Lopez – Pierce." Santana smiled across at her wife with all the love in the world held in one gaze.
The song in this as all of you know is Songbird by Fleetwood Mac written and sang by the amazing and talented Christine McVie. I actually went to see them live the other week in Manchester as some of you may know if you follow me on any social media as i spammed them with everything i have...
sorry ;) anyway i will try and get the next chapter up as soon as possible. x