A/N: Happy one year anniversary to ADL! To those who have been on this journey with me from the beginning, my deepest and heartfelt thanks go out to each and every one of you!

I'll chat more at the end, but you'll be happy to know that we have finally arrived at the chapter that you've all been waiting for! Well, at least I hope so :p I know I have.

If you know which chapter, I mean, you know to expect some lady lovin' :)

Onward and up! (Because this ain't done)

-H

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :( (But HeMo owned the finale)


CHAPTER 54

Brittany smoothed her hands down the front of the silky white material and hesitated over her stomach. She took a mournful sigh. Their first attempt at getting pregnant had failed. Santana had been so wonderfully supportive, but Brittany could tell that she was disappointed. Dr. Marlowe had explained that the chances of them getting pregnant on the first try was possible, but more than often it took a few more tries.

Bella had also been bitterly disappointed. Brittany thought that their daughter had actually taken the news worse than them. But Santana, her amazing fiancée, had rallied the both of them and they'd gone out for ice cream. Later that night, Santana had made sweet love to her, declaring in every way possible how it didn't matter to her how many times they had to try *she still loved Brittany with her entire being.

And now I get to call the most amazing woman in the world my wife. Well, I do in about half an hour.

She grinned widely and forgot about the difficulties of the previous week. She was about to marry Santana Lopez. Finally. The last three weeks had flown by. Finals had wrapped up, School had let out, they'd said farewell to the graduates and spent their first weekend without school to worry about the following Monday just relaxing at home and doing nothing.

Ok, there may have been an impromptu Glee Night and dance off.

"Knock, knock?" a voice called outside the slightly open door.

"Come in!" she said brightly, not able to wipe the wide smile from her lips.

"Oh, wow."

"Mom." Brittany rolled her eyes.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart," she said in a teary voice.

"Stop it," Brittany said firmly. "You're not allowed to cry. If you cry, then I'm going to cry and ruin this perfect make-up that some important Vogue make-up artist did and then Kurt is gonna be all up in my grill bitching about how the wedding is going to be ruined because you made my make-up run."

Natalie actually looked fearful.

"Seriously, Mom? You're buying that?" Hailie scoffed, stepping from behind her.

"I'm not kidding. Kurt's gone insane."

"He was studying those tulips a little closely," Natalie murmured.

"Exactly! And they're fake!" Brittany threw her hands up. "I love my unicorn, but I'm so glad that this wedding is close to being done. If I have to hold San back from strangling him one more time, I might actually let her do it."

"No pre-wedding jitters?" Hailie asked, popping a chocolate into her mouth.

"Hailie, that's bad luck," Natalie said disapprovingly.

Brittany just laughed. "Me? Nervous about marrying the love of my life? Why would I be nervous? I've wanted this for as long as I can remember."

"Natalie smiled. "You know, I could've sworn that Santana was going to ask for our blessing when you two were still in high school. I remember one evening she was acting so nervous and she waited for you to go and shower or something and then just sat with us in the living room. She kept wringing her hands and if I hadn't known any better, I would've expected her to tell us that either you or her were pregnant."

Brittany chuckled. Santana didn't do well with the big talks. Well, with anyone other than her. But she'd had years to make Santana realise that she could tell her anything, and that expressing her feelings didn't mean that she would spontaneously combust. It had been a hard lesson for the both of them, but she sure as hell wouldn't trade it for anything because everything that had happened had led them to this point.

To finally getting married.

"Seriously? You're not nervous?" Hailie persisted.

"Hailie!" Natalie snapped.

"Mom, chill. I know what she's doing," Brittany said with a smile. "And, Hailie, you can rest easy. This is, without a doubt, the one thing in my life that I have always been certain of. Santana is my everything – my past, my present and my future. And today I get to show her that."

"Aww," Natalie cooed.

Brittany rolled her eyes. "The sap and the sceptic. Are you guys supposed to be my wedding party?"

"Nope, that would be us!"

Brittany looked up as Quinn, Rachel and Max joined them.

"Mommy!"

She hadn't even seen Bella, but the second her daughter appeared from behind Quinn's leg, she knelt and picked her up.

"Britt, your dress!" Quinn warned.

"Trust me, I've tested the flexibility," she replied without thinking.

"And why would you need to do that?" Quinn asked suspiciously.

Whoops! Think!

"Well, I'm definitely not going to shuffle around at the reception. I plan to get down with my bad self."

"And me!" Bella piped up.

"Naturally," Brittany agreed. "And, of course, my beautiful bride-to-be."

"Mommy, she looks soooooo beautiful!" Bella said, her eyes shining and her smile big. "You're gonna be like, on the floor when you see her."

"Floored?" Natalie queried.

Brittany nodded and grinned. "Little B, I can't wait to see Mama. I bet I'm gonna see her and totally freeze and then just run up to her and say I love you and then we'll be married."

Bella giggled. "If you could do that, you would've been married years ago."

"So very true," Brittany mused. "But I'm glad we waited till now."

"Why?" Bella asked.

"Well, what kind of a wedding would we have had without the most beautiful and perfect daughter as our flower girl?"

She wiggled in pleasure and gave Brittany a kiss on the cheek. "Mama says I have to be careful with the make-up cos it has superpowers or something."

Brittany chuckled. "Not quite. But that definitely sounds like something Mama would say."

Her phone chimed with an alarm. She quickly put Bella down. "Little B, are you gonna go and keep Max company until Mama and I are ready?"

Bella nodded and Brittany grabbed her phone, silencing the reminder.

"What was that?" Rachel queried.

"Just a reminder. You guys need to go now. I wanted to have some…me time before Dad comes to get me."

"But, Britt. It's still twenty minutes till the ceremony," Natalie argued with the notorious Pierce pout.

"I know, Mom, but we're going to have plenty of time later. I just…I need this time."

"You heard her!" Bella said demandingly, hands on her hips. "If Mommy wants to be alone, then leave her alone."

"Well, ain't that freaky," Hailie muttered. "She's seriously exactly like her."

"Duh," Bella and Brittany said at the same time. Then they grinned at each other.

"Ok, ok," Quinn said in exasperation. "Before Snixx the Second makes an appearance, let's leave Britt to her thoughts."

Hmmm…thoughts.

"You won't get lost or anything, right, Mommy?" Bella asked, a little fearful.

"Oh, baby, I could never lose myself here. Not now. This is the most special day for me and Mama. Nothing is going to stop me from marrying her."

"Ok, good," Her daughter replied with a big smile.

Brittany leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Hold down the fort until your Mama and I make our grand entrance."

"Entrances," Quinn elaborated. "Plural. As in two. You're not allowed to see each other before the wedding."

The blonde bride-to-be chuckled. "You do realise that we saw each other two hours ago when we arrived together, right? And that we spent the whole day together?"

Quinn huffed and Rachel followed suit.

"Oh, whatever," Hailie said. "Santana and Brittany are a match made in Sapphic heaven. Who cares if they break a few rules? It's not like their relationship has been exactly normal."

"They're totally normal!" Bella argued. "They love each other the most and no one can beat that."

"Little B, gimme some skin."

The flower girl gladly fist bumped her mom and grinned.

"Ladies and Max, you heard my little girl. Now vamoose. I needs my reflection time."

"You're so weird," Hailie commented, following Quinn, Rachel and her mother out.

Bella hung back a little.

"Everything ok, Little B?"

"Just wanted to tell you that you also look super beautiful, Mommy. Mama's gonna faint when she sees you."

"Ah, honey. You are just the sweetest daughter in the world. I love you." She leaned down for a kiss and Bella gave her a full dimpled smile.

"Love you too, Mommy. I'm gonna make sure everyone's doing what they're supposed to."

"Ok, baby. And make sure to tell Grampa James that he needs to come here in…" she checked her phone, "sixteen minutes and not a minute sooner. Ok?"

"Got it," Bella sang, skipping out of the room.

Brittany grinned after her daughter and checked her make-up once more before making her way to the door. She peeked outside, but there wasn't anyone in the living room. They were in Kurt and Blaine's spacious apartment and the spare bedroom had turned into Brittany's dressing room. Santana was just down the hall in Kurt's design room.

Coast is clear.

Brittany ducked out of the room and tiptoes quickly across the wide hall, making sure that her heels didn't make a noise. She paused outside the design room and knocked twice, then three times. It was their code.

Santana responded on the other side with the same, telling her that they were good to go. As per their arrangement, Brittany waited five seconds before opening the door and slipping inside. She locked the door and headed for the storeroom where she knew her future wife was waiting for her. She took a breath before stepping into the store room, fully prepared to be rendered speechless, limbless, boneless, everything-less by Santana's beauty. She was awestruck daily, but even Quinn hadn't been able to hide her enthusiasm at Santana's dress.

"Whoa."

Santana had stepped into the doorway, presumably to see what was taking Brittany so long and the blonde's jaw fell open. Her eyes started at Santana's beautiful face with her natural make-up just how she liked it, Her hair was long and wavy, with two pieces of hair from the front braided to the back of her head, just like hers. Brittany's eyes ventured downwards and stopped at the see-through mesh that gave her a glorious view of her fiancée's amazing boobs.

"Oh, God," she moaned.

"Actually, babe, it's Santana," she replied with a smirk and grabbed Brittany's hand, pulling them together.

"You look so beautiful," Brittany breathed.

Santana smiled brightly and leaned in to kiss her. Brittany returned it eagerly, her arms wrapping around the back of Santana's dress. The back was also mesh, but her hands dropped lower to squeeze the material hugging the ass that she hungered after.

"By the way," Santana whispered, breaking their kiss. She trailed a finger across Brittany's forehead, making her smile, "you look breathtaking, Brittany. Absolutely breathtaking."

"It's only for you, San. It was only ever for you."

Santana responded by pulling her back into a kiss. Brittany allowed herself to be pulled into the room further until Santana's back hit a wall.

"Baby, ugh, we need to hurry. As much as I wanna kiss you, we've got like, ten minutes."

"Well," Brittany replied, nipping at Santana's neck. "We did manage to get our timing down to four minutes last night. Does that mean we can go two rounds?"

Santana giggled and kissed her nose before slipping her hand inside the slit that Brittany had promised her. "How about we make it an incredible one to last you until our honeymoon starts?"

"It'll be a miracle if I last the reception," Brittany growled, dipping her tongue to the breasts that were taunting her.

Santana's breath hitched at the sensation and moved her fingers to press against Brittany's naked core. They'd decided to go commando and only put underwear on after their little meeting. Plus, they didn't want the barrier.

Brittany shuddered in pleasure as Santana's fingers slid easily into her. They'd been building themselves up for this moment for weeks and were more than ready for it. The blonde grunted and rolled her hips into Santana's forcefully. She built her up quickly and powerfully.

"Fu-fuck," Brittany gasped. "Oh, Santana-a."

The Latina twisted her fingers, smiling at the look on her fiancée's face as she came. They may have even broken their record, but Britt's recovery time always let them down. But apparently not today. Blue eyes, darkened with passion, kissed her furiously, leaving Santana's head spinning deliciously. She was throbbing, anticipating Brittany pleasuring her. She hadn't stopped thinking about it all day.

"I want so badly to fuck you senseless in this gorgeous dress, but I'll settle for going deep sea diving," Brittany said with a cheeky grin.

Santana flushed, but giggled like a schoolgirl, widening her legs. Brittany dropped to her knees and grabbed the long train, lifted it up and disappeared underneath. Santana closed her eyes as she could feel Brittany get closer and closer to the place she desperately wanted her. And needed her.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried, completely forgetting that she was supposed to be quiet.

She shivered when Brittany whispered ssshhh against her clit. It felt only Brittany could elicit from her, she was soon begging for release, but in broken whispers, mindful of their secret rendezvous. It made it totally hotter.

"Br-Br-Britt!" she panted. "Oh, yes. Right there, baby!"

Brittany dived inside with her tongue and swirled the twisting organ inside her like a racing car on its favourite track. She knew all the good corners, and she definitely knew how to get to the finish line the quickest.

"Brittany!" Santana groaned in a half-whisper, half-moan as she finally crashed over the edge. She leaned against the wall as the waves floated through her. Her fiancée cleaned her up like a pro, making sure that she wouldn't be uncomfortable in her dress.

"You're amazing," she whispered.

Brittany shuffled out from underneath the dress and dropped the skirt down, patting her head subconsciously. She grinned up at Santana and stood up, pressing into her body and giving her languid kisses.

"We still have four minutes," she whispered.

"So stay with me for those four minutes," Santana husked, wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist, her fingertips running across the soft material. "Have I mentioned how much I love you today?"

"Not as much as you will be in a few minutes," Brittany replied with a grin.

Santana matched it. "I'm so glad we made it here. There were times when I was really worried that we wouldn't."

"Hey, I would've totally come and paid you congenial visits in jail after you killed Kurt," the blonde said seriously. "Like every day. Maybe they'd just let me live there. Easy peasy."

The Latina chuckled. "You are so perfect, Brittany Pierce."

"Not for much longer," she murmured.

"What do you mean? You'll always be perfect."

"Hmmm." Brittany smiled and kissed her nose. "Actually, I was referring to my name. I won't be a Pierce for much longer."

"Oh, baby, you'll always be a Pierce. You've been a Pierce for twenty-six years."

"Yeah, but I'm going to be a Lopez for the rest of it," she replied softly, leaning in for more kisses.

Brittany's phone broke them apart. The blonde shut it off and reluctantly pushed herself away from the wall and, as a result, away from Santana.

"Can't we just walk in together? I don't wanna let you go now that I've seen you," she whined, complete with pout.

"And disappoint your dad?" Brittany countered with arched brows.

Santana sighed. "Fine. Ruin my romantic gestures with your logic."

"I'm pretty sure you marrying me is the top romantic gesture, baby."

"Good. Cos I plan on knocking your socks off."

"Just my socks? What about my dress? And maybe my underwear?"

"But you're not wearing any," Santana replied with a smirk, trailing a finger up the front of Brittany's dress. "Seriously, B, you look so beautiful."

"Well, anything I say would just pale in comparison so I'm just gonna go with goddess."

Santana blushed and Brittany giggled.

"You know," the blonde continued, stepping back into Santana's embrace. "I'm really glad we did this."

"Yeah?"

"Not only did I get to have super hot just-about-to-be-married sex with my insanely beautiful wife-to-be, I got to do the floor-dropping reaction to how you look. I think if I'd seen you across the aisle, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself."

"Why do you think I suggested this?" Santana hummed, tracing her lips across Brittany's cheek in soft kisses.

"Pretty sure I suggested pre-wedding sex," Brittany mumbled into her neck as she held her close.

"Well, whoever suggested it is a genius because the practice was totally worth it."

Brittany pulled back slightly and stared into her eyes. "Every second with you is worth it."

"B," Santana breathed, a loving smile breaking onto her face. She kissed her lips gently, groaning when her own back up alarm went off. They knew they'd get carried away, so they'd allowed themselves an extra two minutes.

"Ok, ok, I have to go," Brittany said, pouting a little.

"Hate to see you leave," Santana said softly, letting their hands drop as the blonde stepped towards the door.

"But love to watch you go." Brittany added a sexy bum jiggle before blowing Santana a kiss and disappearing around the corner.

She didn't let the goofy smile fall from her face as she skipped back to the spare room. She checked her reflection in the mirror and pulled a face.

Whoops.

Her hair was pretty intact, save for a few errant strands from the static underneath Santana's dress. Her lipstick was non-existent, but she'd paid attention to which lipstick the very sour make-up artist had used. Seriously, she hadn't smiled once. Not that anything could ruin her day. She was marrying Santana Lopez, the love of her life, the girl of her dreams, and she looked so beautiful. Brittany was pretty sure she was going to have another jaw-dropping moment when she saw her in a few minutes. There was no woman in the world more beautiful than her wife to be.

Nah, her wife. Screw the to-be part. She was marrying Santana and that was everything.

She checked her reflection and applied some blush to hide her flushed cheeks. Not that it would matter. They were getting married on the roof of Kurt and Blaine's apartment building. She had to admit that it looked pretty amazing. Kurt had done an amazing job with everything. And Quinn had snapped at his heels enough to keep him from hiring Lebanese dancers and an African marimba band.

Brittany could dance better than any Lebanese dancer anyway. Besides, she was going to be dancing with her wife all night long. She didn't care about belly dancers. If Santana so desired, she'd belly dance for her.

She grinned at the thought and did a little excited jump around. She couldn't wait to finally start her life with Santana as a married couple. She'd be able to adopt Bella legally and they'd be a proper family. Not that they hadn't before, but everything that was happening just made it all that more special.

"Hey, Honey Bee. You decent?"

"Absolutely not," Brittany deadpanned, still looking at her reflection. "I decided to go all Tarzana on my dress and I plan to take Santana as my mate and we will live in the concrete jungle."

"Awesome." He walked in and froze, his eyes immediately glazing over.

"No, Daddy, not you too!" Brittany pleaded, desperately trying to keep the imminent tears at bay.

"I-I'm sorry, Honey Bee. I just…you look so beautiful. So beautiful. I remember the day I married your mother…"

"No you don't, Dad. You were both blind drunk and got married in a Muppets-themed wedding chapel in Vegas."

"Oh, right. Well, thirty years later, we're still going strong," he said with a grin. He stepped closer and took her hand. "Honey Bee, you've made both me and your mom so proud. You're finally marrying the girl from down the road and you have a beautiful family. It was all I ever wanted for you."

"Thanks, Daddy," she whispered.

"Ok. Do I need to know about any goose stepping that we're gonna be doing down the aisle?"

Brittany laughed heartily.


"Mija?"

"Come in, Papi."

Santana breathed in, the smile never leaving her face as she stared at her reflection.

"Hermosa," Emilio breathed.

"Gracias," she replied as quietly.

"Santanita, I am so proud of you. You have made such a beautiful life for yourself and for your Bella."

"She's our Bella, Papi. She doesn't only belong to me."

He smiled. "I, uh, I brought you something. I know it's old-fashioned, but your mother seemed to think that you'd like it. I got her the same thing for our wedding."

He handed her a long, flat box and she took with slightly shaking hands. She laughed nervously and opened it. "Oh," she breathed. "Papi, it's perfect. It's so perfect."

She pulled out two perfectly clipped white roses. "They're thornless," she noted with a big smile.

"Si. I gave your mother one when we met each other at the alter. It means love at first sight and it was for us, as I know it was for you."

Santana flushed and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "This means so much, Papi. I can't even explain to you how happy I am that you're giving me away at my wedding. And not just because it's my wedding and I'm marrying Brittany, but because you're by my side. Mami always said that we were two peas in a pod and that's why we fought so much."

"That, and you're the most stubborn girl I've ever met," he teased.

"Says you! I remember when I was ten, you refused to believe that I'd seen a full rainbow. You said that they didn't exist."

"And then you dragged me out of bed one morning and showed me one," he remembered. He smiled fondly at his daughter. "I saw that same look of happiness in your eyes that day that I see now."

"Because Brittany showed me the full rainbow first."

He nodded. "I know."

She chuckled. "How?"

"Because you've only ever been this happy with her. And it makes me very happy to see the love and the life that you two have created for yourself. Forget all the crap in between. You two were meant to be together, and you are."

"Ugh, you're going to make me cry!" Santana said in frustration. "No me gusta, Papi."

"Lo siento, mi carina."

She leaned against his chest and inhaled the scent that she would forever reserve for her father. "You scrub up good, Daddy. Should get you into tuxes more often," she teased.

He rolled his eyes. "If it were up to your mother, I'd be in one every weekend."

She laughed. "I hope Brittany and I will be as happy as you and Mami are in seventy years."

He looked shocked. "Santanita! You wound an old man."

She snaked an arm around him. "You'll never be old to me. You'll just always be my dad."

He kissed her forehead. "Shall we get you married?"

"Yes, please!"

She gathered her long train and followed him out the bedroom.

"We're coming out!" Emilio called down the hall. "Make sure you're hiding away, Brittany!"

Santana giggled and she imagined that her fiancée was too. If they only know. Oh, wait… Ew, no. They should never know.

"See you soon, baby!" Santana called through the door as she walked past.

"Not if I see you first, sexy," came the reply.

Her smile widened and she chuckled to herself as they headed up to the roof. Luckily Kurt and Blaine lived on the top floor and had reserved the use of the roof for the wedding. Santana had been very impressed with how he'd done everything up. He'd taken the best of hers and Brittany's tastes and meshed them together to come up with a beautiful summery theme. Light colours, mostly light blue and green, with some pink splashed in for good measure. And, of course, white roses.

They stepped onto the roof and headed to the left where she'd be walking down the aisle from. Brittany was going to be coming in from the right. None of the guests could see them because of long white tents that ran along the edge, obscuring them from view.

"Mama!" Bella squealed excitedly, spotting her just before she veered off to her position.

Santana smiled and knelt down, thankful that the bodice on the dress wasn't stiflingly rigid.

"Hi again, baby girl. You're looking as beautiful as ever."

Bella blushed and it was adorable. "Did you see Mommy? She looks so amazing!"

Hell yeah she does.

"Um, haven't seen her yet, baby girl. But I will soon. Are you and Max ready to introduce us?"

She nodded fiercely. "I'm super excited, Mama. This is like, the bestest day ever."

Santana grinned. "It is pretty awesome, isn't it?"

"Mija. I think she's coming up. We should go before she sees you."

Santana rolled her eyes and kissed Bella's forehead. "See you soon, baby girl."

"Love you!"

"Love you too."

"I love you three!" Brittany called from the stairs that she was ascending, but Santana couldn't see her.

"Hurry that sexy ass up so I can marry you!" she called back, letting her father guide her down the tented corridor.

They paused just behind the entrance and Santana played with Emilio's baby blue tie. "So smart, Papi. You look good in blue."

"Maybe I'll leave it to my grandson," he teased.

Santana laughed. "You think you'll get that lucky, huh? Between the two of us, we have super girl genes. You might have to wait for Bella."

"Oh, and when's that going to happen? When she's twenty-five?"

"Try thirty. If I've let her leave the house."

Emilio smiled. "She's the second best thing that ever happened to you. And I only say second because Brittany happened first."

Santana smiled and nodded. "Might have to agree with you there."

The soft notes of an instrumental piece composed by none other than Ben Radcliffe floated through the speakers and Santana eagerly stepped forward.

She tugged Emilio's arm. "Come on, old man! I plan on getting married today, not next year."

He obliged and let her pull him into view of everyone. There was an appreciative gasp and the standard oohs and aahs, but Santana had eyes for one woman, and one woman alone. Her cheeks were aching from the big smile on her face, but seeing a matching one on Brittany's face made her forget any kind of pain. They were drawn to each other and before they knew it, they were standing in front of one another, hands clasped and fingers entwined.

"I don't think you were supposed to beat me here," Bella said with a frown, a handful of white rose petals in her hand as she walked up to them.

Her moms giggled.

"Sorry, baby girl. I'm just really excited to marry Mommy."

"Ditto," Brittany added.

Bella sighed dramatically and tossed the flower petals into the air. "Fine."

Max stood next to her and scrunched up his face in confusion. He had the box of rings (they'd decided that a pillow was possibly too risky) in his cute little hands and held them up to Santana.

"Thanks, Maxie!' she cooed.

He grinned before waddling quickly to his proud mommy and daddy. Santana smiled and stood up straight, meeting Brittany's eyes again. And she was lost. She vaguely remembered Rachel prying the ring box out of her hand.

Hey, she mouthed.

She got a sultry wink in return and it caused Santana to bite her lip, but their gaze never wavered.

"You think maybe we can get this show on the road? I have a hysterectomy to perform in an hour."

Santana froze at the voice and her eyes found Kurt, sending him a prize glare. He just grinned and gave her a thumbs up.

"Sandbags," Coach Sue greeted.

"It's Santana," she muttered.

Seriously, Porcelain? Way to fucking ruin my wedding day.

Brittany squeezed her hands and brought their eyes back to each other.

Stay with me, Brittany mouthed.

Santana nodded subtly.

"We are gathered here today to, I believe, finally join these two crazy kids in holy whatsit."

Brittany squeezed her hands again before she could let her irritation get the better of her. She couldn't help but smile at the excited look in Brittany's eyes and she let it wash over her. Fuck Sue Sylvester. She was about to marry Brittany, her soulmate in every possible way, and no way was some has been cheerleading coach going to ruin it for her.

"Now, I trained these two from when they were babies to be best cheerleaders that they could be."

Say what?

Brittany wrinkled her nose instead of laughing. Santana knew she was trying to tell her to just go with it.

"From an early age, they seemed joined at the hip. I took it upon myself to personally facilitate their budding relationship and tied them at the hip for an entire school year."

Santana frowned and shook her head at the guests, mouthing a big no. A few chuckled. It didn't matter. Santana and Brittany's story was well known amongst the people that mattered. The Latina tuned her former coach out and stepped closer to her future wife, nuzzling her cheek.

"Hey, hey! I'm busy telling your epic story here!"

"That's not how it goes!" Bella piped up.

"You tell her, baby girl," Santana said proudly.

"You're mean, evil Coach Sue."

The guests all laughed openly at that.

"Chip off the old boob job, huh?" Sue muttered to Santana.

"Yeah, she is," Brittany answered. "And she couldn't be more perfect."

"So, are you gonna marry us or what? Cos I really wanna call this woman my wife," Santana added.

There was a chorus of awww's.

Brittany chuckled. "Uh oh, everyone just saw you being sweet, baby. You'd better whip out your vicious words."

Santana smiled at her. "You know what? No vicious words today. I do have some decidedly non-vicious words for my beautiful bride if I'm ever allowed to actually say them." She looked at Sue pointedly, only just realising that she was wearing a tux-like tracksuit.

Some things never changed.

'Ok, so me first?" Santana asked. Brittany nodded eagerly with a big smile. "Awesome. So, Ms Pierce, not to be Ms Pierce for much longer – sorry not sorry – I was blessed to have met you eighteen years ago. The day you walked in my third grade classroom was one of the best days of my life because you were just…you. You let me boss you around, you did what I told you. I thought it was the best deal ever. And you did everything with a smile on your face.

"And then, in sixth grade, you gave me a flower." Santana reached into her hair and pulled out one of the two roses that her father had given her. "You gave me rose and started singing Forever Young. I remember thinking one thing, that you were absolutely perfect. I think I knew then that you and I were destined for great things together. The white rose also means 'I am worthy of you'. It took me a very long time to accept that someone as amazing as you could love someone like me. Someone who fought herself on a daily basis and who only really had one friend. A friend that she happened to fall in love with."

Two tears rolled down Brittany's face, but her big smile was still firmly in place. Santana took a breath and kissed her fingers before continuing, "Our journey to this point wasn't easy, but something my father told me not too long ago, actually, really just made so much sense to me. Forget all the crap that we went through. We were always meant to end up at this point. I knew it. You knew it. Hell, the whole of Glee Club knew it." She smiled at the knowing chuckles and the soft whoop from Noah. She stepped closer to her almost wife and held her hands against her heart. "I love you, Brittany. I always have and I always will. You are my match, my soulmate, my best friend, my lover, my confidant, the person who knows exactly what to do or say when I don't, the person who's always known me better than I know myself. The girl who loved me when I couldn't love myself. Before I officially swear myself to you – cos, you know, I'm totally yours – I wanted to say thank you. You saved me, Brittany. You showed me that it was ok to be scared, to be vulnerable, to maybe not always have control. Noah, don't you dare," she said knowingly, sending him a look. His mouth was already open with a comment. She smirked and focused on the beautiful girl in front of her. "You saved me from myself. You saved me for you. And I will forever be grateful for you, my one true love."

Brittany grinned and kissed her before anything could be said or done.

"Hey, hey! That's not how things work around here, Tweedled-"

"Watch it," Santana cut in. "You don't get to call her that anymore. In fact, you never had the right to call her that. My Britt-Britt gets to kiss me if she wants to because it's our damn wedding and hell, I'd kiss me after that speech."

"That was so hot," Brittany whispered. "If we hadn't already-"

"I knew it!" Kurt hissed loudly.

"Can it, Lady. You don't get a say in what I do or don't do before my wedding. Bella, cover your ears." Her daughter obliged with a roll of her eyes. "And if I want to do my future wife, that's my business. Consider it payback for springing this delightful surprise on us."

"I assume you're referring to me?" Sue asked dryly.

"Ten points for Sherlock."

"San." Brittany pouted.

"Sorry, baby. I'm very sorry." She pecked the pout away.

"Isn't the kiss supposed to come at the end?" Hailie wondered aloud.

"Because Santana and Brittany always do everything normally," Rachel chimed in.

"Ok, is the revival for A Chorus Line over?" Santana asked with an arched eyebrow. "Can I marry the smoking hot woman in front of me now?"

"Not yet. I wanna say my words," Brittany protested.

"Of course, baby," Santana said with a smile. "Bella, muffs off."

"You owe me," their daughter muttered.

"Love you." Santana made a loud kissing noise and grinned at Brittany.

The blonde had an arched brow. "You sure you wanna marry me?"

Santana's eyes went wide. "More than anything," she said quietly, a little worried.

"Ok, good." Suddenly, Brittany was all smiles again. "Just checking. So, soon-to-be-wifey, there's not much that I can tell you that I haven't told you before. I mean, there might be some things that everyone sitting there don't know, but for some reason all I can think of is all the stuff they shouldn't know."

Santana flushed and giggled. "B, our daughter is sitting right there."

"Oops."

The Latina leaned in for a kiss.

"Oh, for heaven's sake," Sue muttered.

"Go on, baby," Santana encouraged.

"Ok. So, I worked it out. I've known you for just under eighteen years. That's two hundred and eleven months. That's nine hundred and seventeen weeks. That's six thousand four hundred and nineteen days. I could go into the hours, minutes and seconds, but I'll probably get confused and say the wrong amount. Anyway, for six and a half thousand days, I have loved you and missed you and cried with you and kissed you and laughed with you and discovered every new thing with you. I've grown with you. Every day with you was a gift to me – is a gift to me. As you said, we'll forget the bad stuff, and just pretend that those years are included in my calculations because regardless of how far apart we may have been, Santana, not a day went by when I didn't love you, miss you, cry for you, wish that I could kiss you and laugh with you and, more than anything, grow with you. We were always meant to grow old together, of that I have always been certain. When we were younger, it was as grannies in the same old age home, discussing our grandkids and stuff. But as we got older and things started to…change between us, so did my vision of our future. I wanted the grandkids that we discussed to be our grandkids. I wanted us to be able to judge the boyfriends and girlfriends that our kids brought home – sorry, Little B, you're in for a bumpy ride." Bella just looked confused while everyone else chuckled.

"I've always wanted you, Santana. Just you. I would've been happy with that for the rest of my life. And then we hit a snag and things got a little hard, but I wouldn't ask for anything different because now we have each other so completely, we have a beautiful daughter and are surrounded by friends and family on the day that we have decided to put it all out there and take the plunge." Santana grinned.

"And there's no one in the world that I would rather take the plunge with because, Santana, no matter what happens, I know you'll be there to catch me. I know that you'll be there to cheer me up when I have a bad day. I know that you'll be there when I've had a long day at school and without me even saying anything, you'll offer a back rub or foot rub. Noah, not a word."

Santana glanced at their friend and saw him frowning in disappointment.

"You're always going to be there for me," Brittany continued, looking straight into Santana's eyes. "You're going to be there through the good times, through the bad times, through the hard times and through the fun times."

"Lots of those," Santana couldn't help but interject with a happy smile.

"Oh, yeah," Brittany breathed, a familiar look in her eyes. "I love you, Santana. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in this world. Sorry, Mom and Dad. And Hailie."

"Yeah, you'd better apologise," her sister muttered good-naturedly.

"No matter what happens in the future or who may come along," they both smiled at that – "I know that we're going to face it together. Because whether we may think do or not, we've been inseparable for one hundred and fifty four thousand and fifty six hours."

"Holy crap," Santana breathed. "That's really long."

"I know right? Like, crazy."

"Are you two here to get married or discuss how long you've known each other?" Sue asked.

Santana just smiled at her. "Let's get to the 'I do's so I can give my wife a deserved kiss."

"Outstanding. Santana Lopez, do you take Brittany Pierce to be your wedded wife, to love her and protect her in dark and difficult times, to promise to be honest and true to her, and to treasure her as the most prized possession in the world?"

"Hell yes," Santana said proudly.

Brittany giggled, tears flowing down her cheeks at regular intervals.

"Brittany Pierce, do you take Santana Lopez to be your wedded wife-"

"Yes!" she blurted. "I mean, you know I do to all that other stuff, right?"

Santana nodded gleefully. "I do."

"Ok, so I guess that makes you wife and wife. Would you like to officially kiss the bride now?"

"Wait, does she kiss me or do I kiss her?" Brittany asked.

"B."

"Yeah?"

"Come here."

The blonde smiled and Santana gripped her neck to pull them together for an explosive kiss.


A/N: And there's the wedding :) You didn't think it would be anything normal, did you? Lol :)

Anywho, hope you guys enjoyed it. We have the reception following and then the honeymooooooon (moon). Still quite a few chapters to go until this tale is finished. Well, until this part of the tale is done, anyway :)

Oh! Santana's dress was a white version of the dress she wore to the SAG's this year, just with a looser bodice. Brittany's dress is also strapless and made of silk. It has a fitted corset/bodice type thing and a layered bottom half. Which, as we know, has a slit for easy access ;)

There will be more detail about the dresses and such in the next chapter. I just really wanted to focus on Brittany and Santana in this chapter.

A little news on my front. Use it, don't use it, I don't mind. I am officially a published author! :D So very excited :) Fifteen years in the making so this is a dream come true for me. Details can be found on my FF profile page as well as on Tumblr and Twitter. Cos, you know, I probably won't shut up about it for a while, lol :)

Thank you for all your support over the last year. I know I've said it before, but every single one of you got me to the point of publication. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you :)

Much love :)

Onwards and up!

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