Forever Hers

Chapter Twelve

Santana had told me later that she actually had a good time with Rachel or as she calls her, "mini Streisand". Santana shared with me a part of their conversation.

"Um, are you nervous about the reception?" Rachel asked.

"Nope, not at all. We've been 'married' pretty much since the first day we met," Santana said and smiled.

"Yea, you two have always been inseparable now that I think about it!" she replied.

"It feels…" Santana began.

"Right?" Rachel offered.

"Exactly. How did you know?"

"Cuz that's how I feel when I'm with Quinn." Rachel confided.

"Figures!" she said and smirked. They entered the store and immediately they went to the dressy section and looked for tasteful, but youthful dresses for Santana.

"Hey, Santana, can I confide something in you?"

"Um, go for it!" Santana replied.

"I want to marry Quinn!" Rachel blurted out as she held up some possible dress options for Santana.

"Well, do you think you're both ready for that?" she asked as pointed to three out of the four options that Rachel had picked out. Rachel slung the dresses over her arm.

"I don't know…wait a minute!" Rachel said as she took in the magnitude of what was happening.

"What?" Santana asked.

"You picked out dresses that I chose for you. I always knew you liked my style!" Rachel said and winked.

"Haha…I wouldn't go that far…I liked the dresses!"

"Eh, if I tried to tell anyone you'd probably deny it!" Rachel said and smiled.

"You are correct! Anyway back to our conversation?" Santana suggested.

"Oh, right!" Rachel remembered.

"If it was me, I'd hold off on the 'marriage' idea…" Santana offered.

"Oh, I know…I don't want to pressure her. She has to tell her parents first. I actually haven't even brought that up. It's just nice to actually 'see' myself with her after high school and for the rest of my life."

"She'll tell her parents when she's ready to." Santana assured her and smiled.

"Thanks, Santana, I appreciate it!" Rachel looked up at her and smiled.

"You're welcome…Let me go try these on."

Santana had picked out her dress after only trying on four. She just knew that the second one she tried on was "the one".

After we all were done we met up at the food court. The first time I saw her and Rachel approaching I threw the bag that had my dress in it at Quinn and started to run to Santana in slow motion like one of those romantic movies where the two lovers run to each other. She saw me coming so she did the same thing to Rachel and then sprinted to me. As we got closer to each other, I extended my arms and when we were inches apart she jumped into my arms and kissed me passionately on my lips. We basically made out in front of a large crowd of people who were enjoying their meals. We didn't care at all. We just wanted to express our love for each other.

Rachel walked up to us and pulled Quinn into her body and gave her a passion filled kiss as well. At that time the on lookers returned to their lunches and conversations.

"That was way too long to be apart from you," I said as we came up for air.

"It was only an hour," Quinn noted when her kiss stopped.

"An hour too long," Santana replied breathlessly.

We ate and then decided to go to Santana's house to drop off her mother's credit card.

Quinn pulled up in front of her house and I said, "I'll take care of it, my Santana!" I took the card from her and kissed her on her cheek. I exited the car and jogged up to the door and rang the bell.

"Hello, Mom," I said excitedly.

"Hello, Brittany. How was shopping?"

"We had a great time. We aren't going to show each other our dresses until the day of the reception. I picked it out with Quinn and Santana picked hers out with Rachel!"

"Really?" Maria looked utterly surprised.

"Yup…It amazed me too."

"I think that's totally your influence…" Santana's Mom said as she whispered into my ear, "So thank you!"

"No worries. I love making her a little softer." I replied and smiled.

"Do you have something of mine?" Maria asked.

"Oh, yea, I'm sorry…Here you go!" I said as I handed her the credit card.

"Thank you very much!" she replied.

"No, thank you. That was so generous of you…" I replied and gave Maria a hug.

"Ok, I'll let you get back to your friends and my daughter. Tell her I love her and to come home every once in a while."

"Oh, I'm sorry…" I said as I realized that her Mom may want to spend time with her daughter.

"For what, dear?" Maria asked.

"For 'stealing' her away from you. I feel awful that I didn't realize that!" I responded.

"No, honey, you never stole her from us. She knows how to get here. I just wish she'd come by more," Maria volunteered.

"I will definitely tell her that!" I assured her.

"Ok, bye, Britt!"

"Bye, Mrs. Lop-…Mom!" I said and smiled.

As I walked back to the car, I made a mental note to tell Santana what me and het Mom spoke about.

Once in the car, Quinn asked, "Ok, where to next?"

"My house! Can you guys hang for awhile?"

"Yep…" Quinn replied.

"Sure, I have all day," Rachel responded.

"Sweet!" Santana yelled excitedly.

Once we got home we ran to the kitchen where my Mom and Dad were sitting.

"Hello, ladies!" my Dad said.

"Hi, Mr. Pierce," both Rachel and Quinn said in unison.

"How was shopping? Did you return Maria's credit card to her?" my Mom asked.

"Absolutely. Hand delivered!" I smiled.

"That's my girl," my Dad said proudly.

"Let's go upstairs…" Santana suggested.

Before we all disappeared, my Mom yelled, "Quinn, may we speak with you for a few minutes?"

"Of course, Mrs. P.," Quinn replied as she handed Rachel her purse and jacket, "Thank you, Rachel."

"No worries…See you in a few…" Rachel said as the three of us went up to my room.

Once we were upstairs, I said that I had to use the bathroom. Santana and Rachel went into my room and Rachel hung up our dresses in the closet so Santana wouldn't see them.

I hovered around the hallway and I got little pieces of the whole conversation.

My Mom made sure that no one would hear anything by having my Dad stand by the stairs. Also she wrote key phrases down onto paper.

"Thanks for coming to talk with us," my Mom said.

"No problem. How can I help," Quinn asked.

"What I'm about to tell you needs to stay away from Britt and Santana, ok?"

"Before I say 'ok' is it alright if I confide in Rachel? We're becoming a couple and I don't want anything to mess up those chances," Quinn said honestly. I smiled at her cuteness from the top of the landing.

"You two?" my Dad asked shocked.

"Larry…" my Mom scolded him.

"What? Is there something going on in that high school that no one is telling us about," Larry asked with a huge smile on his face. Quinn was nervous for a second, but when she saw the smile she relaxed.

"Yes, dear, it's okay to tell Rachel, but she has to promise not to say anything. You too!" my Mom said.

"We promise." Quinn answered.

The first word that I would come to find out that my Mom wrote down was "official wedding". She passed the paper to Quinn and she yelled softly, but excitedly.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes, they're both eighteen and they already consider themselves…" my Mom whispered.

"May I ask who is paying? Can I help?" Quinn asked sincerely.

"Oh, no dear we couldn't ask you for that. You're helping us now. Santana's family is helping. Thank you though."

"What can I do?" Quinn asked.

"The night before suggest a separate sleepover. You & Santana and Brittany & Rachel…or however you want to divide it up!"

"Ok," Quinn said and nodded her head.

"Also get them to write something down like vows…" my Dad whispered.

"I know Santana already wrote Britt a letter."

"See, I told you, Hun!" my Mom said to my Dad.

"That explains the impromptu wedding we witnessed," he replied.

"Can you get them to do that again," my Mom asked Quinn.

"I'll try my hardest. It shouldn't be too difficult. They're always trying to express their love…" Quinn said.

It was then that I decided to go back to my room.

"There she is," Santana said as I walked into the room.

"Whazzzup?" Rachel asked with a toothy grin.

"What's gotten into her?" I said and looked at Santana.

"I dunno!" she said and smiled.

"Hey, where's my baby?" Rachel asked.

"Downstairs, Rachel!" I said and smiled.

"Okie dokie…God, there's nothing on TV!" Rachel yelled.

"Hey, mini Streisand, lay off the coffee!" Santana yelled.

Rachel gracefully extended her arm and then gracefully extended her middle finger.

"No she didn't!" Santana said and laughed.

Just then the door opened and Quinn walked into the room. Rachel's eyes lit up and she jumped off the bed and into Quinn's arms.

"Quinnie," Rachel yelled and kissed her cheek roughly.

"What the hell did you do," Quinn asked as she held Rachel and looked at Santana.

"Nothing…she's your girlfriend."

"Rachel, are you high?" Quinn asked and looked at her strangely.

"Yup, high…on life!" Rachel said and smiled.

"Oh, boy!" Quinn said and guided her girlfriend to the bed so she could sit down.

"You're in for a wild ride tonight, Ms. Fabray!" Rachel teased.

"Is that a promise?" Quinn walked over to her and went in for the kiss, but stopped inches away.

"Yes, it is!" Rachel went in for the kiss. Immediately after their lips met, Rachel grabbed Quinn's shirt and pulled her on top of her and they started to make out.

"Ladies…"I said and coughed.

"That looks like it's not gonna work, B!" Santana said.

I suddenly was in a trance and Santana noticed it and tried very hard not to smile.

"Heyyyy!" she yelled. That shook everyone out of their trances.

"You two are turning my wife on…and that's my job…" Santana said and quickly looked at me and then at the two lying on our bed.

"We're sorry," Rachel said.

"Yea, sorry S!" Quinn responded.

"Whew…is it hot in here?" I asked as I fanned myself.

"Good…" Santana said and smiled as she wrapped her arms around me.

"You don't have to worry, my Santana, because you always turn me on…" I told her and kissed her cheek.

"I hope so."

We all laughed.

The next day at school we handed out the invitations to everyone that my Mom had finished preparing. Our parents even invited Principal Figgins.

We knocked on his door.

" ," he said excitedly as we entered his office, "how may i help you?"

"We wanted to give you this, Principal Figgins," I said as I handed him the invitation.

"What's this?" he asked as he opened the envelope.

"It's an invitation to our wedding reception!" Santana said proudly.

"You two are married?" he inquired and looked shocked.

"Yes, sir, we had a small ceremony." I said.

"Well, you know that we can't have any PDAs in the hallways?" he said.

"Yes, sir. We know! Even though it is kinda unfair," Santana said.

"Be that as it may, I'd be honored to attend," Principal Figgins said as he checked off "yes," on the RSVP card. He handed it to me and I blushed.

"Thank you, sir! We appreciate your support!" Santana said.

"Youareverywelcome…now go to class!" he said and we hurried out of the room.

Later that day after school, but before Glee practice, she said to me, "You ready?"

She extended her hand and I grabbed it and she pulled me toward the office.

Santana knocked.

"Come in!" Coach Sylvester barked without looking up from her "Cheerleading Daily" magazine.

"Coach…we'd like to talk with you." Santana said assertively.

"Taco and Cannon, what can I do for you?" she asked and pointed to the two bucket seats in her office.

"Brittany and I wanted to give this to you," Santana handed her the envelope calmly.

"What's this?" Coach Sylvester said as she reached for her glasses and then opened the invitation.

"We're married and our families are throwing us a reception to celebrate!" I piped up.

Santana looked at me, but just smiled.

"Yea, Coach, we had a private ceremony this past weekend. Britt and I wanted to invite you…and Becky," she said and smiled widely.

"Well, normally I don't associate with cheerleaders' families or people that they know…personal choice…but for my co-head cheerleader and her girlfriend, turned wife…I'll make an exception!" Coach said.

"Really?" we both replied in shock.

"You seem surprised?" Coach Sylvester said and half smiled.

"Um, Coach, you do know that the glee kids are going to be there and Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury, right?"

"I assumed as much…"

"What's your angle?" I asked suspiciously. Santana nodded.

"No, angle…"

"Ulterior motive?" she asked.

"None!" Coach replied.

"Ok, hold up…are you seriously saying that you are accepting our invite with no catch? What do you want from us?" Santana said as she started to get feisty because she was as confused as was I.

"Tac-, Santana, I see how you look at her all the time!" Coach Sylvester said honestly.

"Um, yea…" she answered.

"And don't you think that I'd like to celebrate that with Lanky, over here?"

"Are you gonna slushee us?" I asked afraid of getting my new dress stained.

"Absolutely not!" Coach smiled at me.

"You seriously want to be a part of our day?" Santana asked calming down a little.

"Yes, Santana, I do. If you two will let me!" Coach Sylvester said as she took out the RSVP card and checked off 'yes' for her and Becky. She handed it back to Santana. Coach Sylvester got up from behind her desk and walked to where Becky was sitting and said, "Becky, get your finest cheerleading uniform out cuz we're going to a wedding reception!" Coach Sylvester yelled.

"You got it, Coach!" Becky said and gave us the thumbs up sign.

I was about to say not to wear the uniform, but Santana pinched me so I didn't.

"Now get out of here!"

"Thank you, Coach!" Santana and I both said and then ran out of the office.

"Did that really happen?" she asked as we walked in the hallway to the choir room.

"Are we being Punk'd?" I asked. Then we stared at each other and just laughed.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me the rest of the way to the choir room.

"Hey!" she yelled when we got into the room.

Everyone stopped and looked.

"What's up?" Finn asked.

"Guess who's coming to our reception!" I said.

"I am!" Kurt said.

"I am." Blaine said.

"I'm in!" Finn said. Everyone RSVP'd both on the cards and verbally and handed their cards to me.

"Thanks you guys! But there's someone else!" I said.

"Who's the last person, in the whole world, who you think would come?" she asked.

"We don't know!" Rachel said.

Kurt took a sip of his soda.

"Coach Sue Sylvester…and Becky!" Santana announced and Kurt spat his soda out of his mouth.

"Really?" Mr. Schue asked us.

"Yup," I replied.

"What's her game?" Mercedes asked.

"She says no game, no ulterior motive, and no catch. She wants to celebrate with us." Santana said.

"And you believe that?" Puck asked.

"I do!" I answered and smiled.

"San…how bout you," Puck asked her.

"Not so much! I know you, Britt, try to see the positive in everyone, but since she is coming we gotta make sure nothing goes wrong!" Santana said.

"I totally agree," I replied, "Just cuz I see the good in people doesn't mean I'm oblivious…"

"No, no, I wasn't saying that!" Santana reassured me.

"I know honey, no worries. It's Coach Sylvester after all. C'mon!" I said.

"Do you want me to talk with her?" Mr. Schue offered.

"I just want to have a fun time with no worrying, right B?" Santana asked and looked at me.

"Exactly." I responded.

"You know what," he said to the group, "You can all go home. Except for Santana and Brittany."

Everyone high tailed it out of there so quickly.

"Ok. Come with me." Mr. Schue said as we walked down to Sue's office. We hung out in the hallway and watched their interaction from the window.

"Sue, what's going on?" he said as he walked into her office.

"What are you talking about William? Is all your greasy hair products finally invading your scalp and causing some brain problems?" Coach Sylvester retorted.

"Are you seriously attending the wedding reception?" he asked.

"Yes, Becky and I are!" she replied.

"If you are going to ruin this day for them, not only are you more of a horrible person than I thought, but you're also a horrible educator." Mr. Schue accused.

"Are those supposed to be insults?"

"Um, um…" Mr. Schue said stupidly.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Just please let them be happy," he said.

"Will, we're talking about my co-head cheerleader and Brittany. Granted I wanted to propel Brittany out of a cannon at one time…They got me nationals so why wouldn't I want to celebrate with them?" Coach said.

"Wow! Sue, I'm surprised and impressed…"

"That your scalp isn't on fire right now?" she said.

"No, that you seem truly interested in their happiness."

"Well, try to get used to it, William. I'm trying…" Coach said.

Mr. Schuester knew exactly when to end the conversation with the woman. He backed out of her office slowly. When he was at her door, she looked up at him and said, "Anything else?"

"No, that's it!" he said and bolted to us.

When we got back to the choir room, he looked at us and said, "I think she's genuine…."

"Ok…can you do us a big favor?"

"I'll watch her like a hawk. You have nothing to worry about."

"Thanks, Mr. Schue…" I hugged him.

When we got home that day, we ran into the house and put all of the RSVP cards on the table.

"Let's see who we have here!" Mom said happily.

"All your friends…Mr. Schuester…Ms. Pillsbury…Principal Figgins…" my Mom said. Then she saw the last card. We looked up at us and said, "Are you freaking kidding me?"

We all burst out in laughter.

"No, we're not," Santana said in between laughing and trying to catch her breath.

"Um, ok, I guess. It'll be interesting, I'm sure!" my Mom said.

"Mr. Schue said he'd watch her like a hawk." I assured her.

"Ok, then. Your Dad and I are going out for dinner so you are on your own!" my Mom told us.

"Pizza!" we both yelled.

Santana walked up to me and whispered into my ear, "Pizza…and sweet lady kisses!"