A/N: Hey guys! I'm really sorry this took forever. Life got in the way. My cousin got hospitalized and he's now in the ICU so yeahhh :c This part of the fic is now up to "I Do, 4x14" I'll be switching it up in this chapter. I'll be writing from a first person POV. After this we're doing a time jump to somewhere in the near future :P

Btw, am I the only one who finds 4x21 totally useless? Let's just go to 4x22 already so we can have our Brittana :D

*italics are flashbacks*

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[Part 1]

SANTANA

This was a bad idea. I shuffled my feet so that I was leaning on my luggage.

"I'm telling you this is a really bad idea," I said.

"Oh shut up, Santana. This is Mr. Schue's wedding," Kurt said.

"We have to be there. We're family, remember?" Rachel added.

I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. Ever since I moved to New York 6 weeks ago, I'd grown quite fond of the dwarf and lady Hummel. To be honest, I've always thought of them as family. I just never thought the day would come when I'd actually be seen alive acting like it.

"Please don't say it out loud. I have a reputation to uphold, Berry" I chuckled.

Rachel gave me a knowing look and just walked on.

"Now come on. We don't wanna miss our flight" Rachel said.

I grinned and followed behind her.

Part of me was actually excited to go back home and see everyone. But then a part of me terribly wanted to crawl back to our apartment in New York and just drown myself in schoolwork. I'd overheard Kurt and Rachel talking last week about how Sam and Brittany would be attending the wedding together. They didn't brought it up in front of me, to protect me I assume, and I didn't mean to listen in on them…it's just that, I heard them talking about Brittany and I just had to. It's not that…it's not that I'm still in love with her or anything. It's just that Britt's my best friend and obviously, I want to know what's going on in my best friend's life.

We easily found our seats once we got on the plane. Ohio isn't exactly big on the whole tourist thing so not that many people were on the flight. I'd originally intended on flying coach but Rachel's dads threw a hissy fit and insisted that they upgrade my ticket to business class. It was weird. It was like having another set of parents. It was extremely weird. But the good kind.

"Hey, Santana" Kurt whispered.

"What's up?" I answered

"Is it true you're singing at the wedding?"

I sat up and turned to Kurt.

"Yeah…How'd you know?"

"Blaine told me. We're singing a duet, you know"

"So you and Mr. Bowtie are chatting it up again?" I asked.

"We're just friends, Santana" Kurt replied flatly.

"Okay. And what about your imported "friend" from across the pond?"

"Adam knows about me and Blaine and he understands. We're not exactly exclusive."

"That's not the point, Kurt" I said, "Adam's not your consolation prize, he isn't anyone's. Neither are you"

"You're right, Santana. So how 'bout you put Sarah out of her misery and let her go. She isn't a consolation prize, either"

Before I could respond, Kurt got up and headed towards the back. I almost called after him but I kept quiet. He was right. The past few weeks with Sarah have been amazing but a certain blonde remained glued to the back of my mind. I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep. This was gonna be a long weekend.

"Santana! Where's your hot ginger?"

I turned around and sly smile formed on my face.

"I don't know. Wanna be her replacement?" I grinned.

I cocked my eyebrows and put on a sexy smirk but ended up laughing.

"It's good to see you again, Q" I said.

I walked over to Quinn and pulled her in for a hug.

"Nice to see you too, San" Quinn replied, "But seriously, how are things with Sarah?"

"Oh you know…same old, same old" I shrugged.

"Not over Britt yet, I see" Quinn chuckled.

"Shut up, Fabgay!" I said, slapping her arm lightly.

"You wanna go down that road again, Lopez?" Quinn asked.

"No way. That slap was a fucking bitch" I said.

"I still can't believe I'm here. I have like, finals next week"

"Let me guess… Berry?" I scoffed.

"YES!" Quinn sighed, "She called me a hundred times demanding that I be here for this wedding even though I'd already told Mr. Schue that I wouldn't be able to come"

"Please. I have to live with that loud mouth of hers everyday so you got off easy," I said, "Come on. We better find our seats,"

I linked my arm around Quinn's and went to our seats. The minute we sat down, I caught sight of golden locks a few pews down. She was here and she looked stunning. She was having a hard time taking off her coat and I bit down on my lower lip repressing my need to walk over and help her out. I looked beside her and saw Sam chatting with the person beside him. I rolled my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. Such a gentleman, Sammy. Brittany caught sight of me and gave me a small smile. Sam finally caught on and turned to me, nodding slightly before putting his arms around my…er...Brittany.

"This hasn't even started yet and I'm already over it," I sighed.

"I really don't see the point in these big weddings. I mean, half of marriages end in divorce anyways so why bother spending all this money if you're gonna get divorced?" Quinn said.

"Trouble in paradise?" I smirked.

"I really don't wanna hear it, Santana"

"Oh come on! I'm your friend, Quinn. I'd much rather listen to your tragic love story than listen to Mr. Schue and Mayor of Virginville proclaim their undying love for one another,"

"I'll tell you later," Quinn whispered, "Now shut up, it's about to start and I don't want people to look at us"

BRITTANY

The wedding wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Most weddings take forever with all the drama but this one was different. It was a simple private affair. Truthfully, I was glad Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsburry decided to make the wedding a small one since I nearly fell asleep at the last one I went to.

"And now, the couple will read the vows they'd written for this special occasion"

I brought out my camera and hit record. I promised Mr. Schue that I'd film

this part after he asked me about it a few weeks ago. I zoomed in and focused on Mr. Schue who spoke first.

"Emma, our relationship was never easy. When we first met, I was married but even then I knew you were special," Mr. Schue began, "I know…it took us a while but we're here now. We're together and that's what matters. And I know it's not gonna be easy but that's okay. I'll keep on fighting for you…for us. Because I love you so no matter how hard it gets, it'll all be worth it because I'm doing it for you."

"Santana, you don't have to do anything" I said.

"Yes, I do. The ad is gonna air tonight and people are gonna find out anyways," Santana sighed.

It'd been 2 days since we found out about the campaign ad that was gonna out Santana so we'd spent those days trying to minimize the damage. Santana had already come out to her parents and they accepted her for who she was. It was hard though because Santana's abuela had rejected her and even know Santana won't say it, I know she's hurting a lot more than she let on.

"Babe, does this have anything to do with your abuela?" I said softly.

Santana turned to me and rest her head on my shoulder. She placed a kiss on skin and intertwined her fingers with mine.

"I just…I wanted this to come out on my own terms, you know? This ad sort of bumped everything up and ruined my plan," Santana replied

"You had a plan?"

"Of course I did, silly" Santana chuckled.

"What was it?" I asked.

"I was gonna come out right after we won nationals. I was planning on kissing you on stage,"

"That's cute," I chuckled, "But wait, how do you know we're gonna win nationals?"

"Because we're the best team, Britt. We're trouble for the other teams, remember?" Santana grinned.

I let out a chuckled and Santana nuzzled further in to me.

"So you're really gonna tell the team?" I said, "What if they don't accept it and bully the both of us? You know, I hate violence"

"I won't let any of that happen. Especially not to you," Santana promised.

"But San…just say, what if"

"Then we'll fight through it. I'm not gonna let a bunch of bigoted people ruin what we have,"

"I don't like it when you get in to fights," I said quietly, "You could get hurt. And besides, it's not worth it,"

"You're worth it," Santana whispered in to my ear.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I flinched when I felt someone's hand brush against mine. It was Sam. He gave me a sheepish smile and took the camera out of my mind. Apparently, I'd been shaking. I gave him a small smile and faced front.

"Will, God. I haven't even started and I'm already crying," Ms. Pillsburry chuckled, "Anyways, I know the road to now hasn't been easy. We've had a lot of ups and downs but through it all, we stuck by each other. And I believe you when you say that come high or low, you will fight for us so I want you to know that I'll be right there with you. I never thought it was possible for me to love someone the way I love you but yet, here you are and here I am, hopelessly in love with you. And because of that, I believe anything's possible"

I flinched at her words. I turned around and saw Santana with a straight face. No one else seemed to notice but I caught it. A single tear fell down her face which she quickly dried subtly. I felt a lump form in my throat. The words rang in my ears. Those were the very words I'd told her two years ago when we lost at Nationals.

"I love you, Santana. More than I've ever loved anyone else in this world and because of that, I believe anything's possible" I said.

Santana smiled and pulled me in for a hug.

"You're my best friend," she whispered.

"You're my best friend too," I said.

Santana pulled away rather quickly and gave me a sad smile.

"When did you get so smart?" she chuckled.

"Duh," I grinned.

Santana offered her pinky and I took it, wrapping mine around hers.

Looking back now, her words have a different meaning. I brushed off that sad smile as sadness because of our loss at nationals but now I knew different. Santana didn't want to just be my best friend. Sam intertwined his hand with mine and kissed the back of my hand. I pretended not to notice but I could feel the skin where his lips touched burn. I looked at our hands resting on my leg and back to Santana who seemed to be avoiding everyone's gaze.

I don't wanna be just her best friend too.

A/N: Sorry it's a bit short. The second part should be up within the week. I just needed to put this up first before the second part bc the second part is really intense. Like…I hope all of you don't kill me intense. R&R :D Please and thank you 3

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