Chaper Three

Never Say Never, Babe

A/N: Hello! Thanks again for clicking on this chapter, there will be a lot happening, so make sure to remember the details for future chapters! I have a lot planned for this story, and I hope you guys will stay reading it. Also, this half of this chapter is told in Santana's perspective, to give you some insight on her relationship with Brittany. Read On!

Santana's POV

I gasped as I entered the wedding hall, hearing Puck do the same.

Lined against the walls were twinkle lights, against chipped wood. The centerpieces on the tables were orchids with bottles of champagne in ice buckets. As one of Mercedes' best and oldest friends, I didn't have to think twice about where she got this money from- the woman did have a god sent voice, after all. Don't get your first album sold over 50 million times around the world for nothing.

My eyes scanned the crowd for the Brittany, but my heart fluttered when I saw her on the stage, tuning her guitar. I sat in my designated seat, watching the way she looked down shyly, like she had never sang a song in her life, and this was her first time. Totally was like she hadn't sung in front of nearly a hundred people at that bar by the way she was tapping her fingers nervously against the bright red guitar, which was now perfectly tuned.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Puck said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Oh, yeah, I love all the lights." I was glad that our table was in the front, with a white sign with Table #2.a in shiny black letters, and the area where the vows would be taking place was pretty far away from us, despite being in the first row of tables, directly beside the pathway Mercedes would be walking down in just a few moments. "Not as beautiful as you, though," Puck attempted to flatter me, but it just wasn't working anymore. Not the way it used to. "You're sweet, but let's stay quiet."

We waited in silence as many more people filed in, Mike, Sugar, Blaine, Quinn and Kurt all sitting down at our table, which I was now guessing was for all Mercedes' close friends. At the other side of the aisle, I finally noticed a table labeled Table #2.b, and Rachel and three other guys and two girls sat, and I noticed an empty space in between Rachel and one of the guys, who had long dreadlocks. I was assuming it was Brittany's place, as she was on the stage currently, standing solo with the mic shaky in her hands.

Her eyes caught mine and I gave her a knowing smile, knowing after Sam and Mercedes performed their vows I would be singing the song they had their first dance to as a married couple, and I couldn't feel more nervous. She looked away after managing a slight curve of her lips, and I finally took the time to appreciate the way her body looked in that dress. I was guessing she was wearing some sort've protective pair of shorts, which wouldn't allow her to show, because she was now wearing a tight dark blue dress, with a flowy end and no straps, her blonde hair flowing around her shoulders. I took a moment to breathe, remembering that we were only friends, nothing more.

Then stop eye-sexing her, Lopez. Could you make it more obivious?

Snapping me of my Brittany induced haze, I looked over at the alter, where Sam had his eyes widened and mouth slightly agape, and I followed his eyes to the end of the hall, where Mercedes was entering, looking as beautiful as ever in her flowing white dress. Everyone stood as she started walking with her dad down the aisle, everyone looking like they were about to cry.

But my attention shifted to Brittany, as the lyrics to Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley filled everyone's ears, the silence broken by her beautiful voice

"Wise men say/Only fools rush in/But I can't help falling in love with you/Oh, shall I stay?/Would it be a sin/If I can't help falling in love with you"

Mercedes was now half way down the aisle, and Brittany strummed a new guitar, an acoustic, that I assumed she had switched out earlier. Her eyes floated to mine , and though I was recently far from her, the way her eyes were sparkling at me currently was making my heart beat faster than the beats in Stayin' Alive.

"Like a river flows/Surely to the sea/Darlin' so it goes/Some things are meant to be/Take my hand, take my whole life too/For I can't help help/Falling in love with you."

The entire room cheered at Brittany's stunning performance of the song, my mind wandering to Puck and I's marriage as Sam and Mercedes said their vows. Puck and I weren't in love anymore: well at least I wasn't quite in love with him. I'm pretty sure I was in love with someone else. Which means I wasn't in love with him, because if you truly love someone, you wouldn't have feelings for someone else.

I smiled as Mercedes said I do and Sam pulled her in, the room cheering. I realized this was my queue to sing the song for the newlyweds' first dance. I quickly ran over to the stage and smiled when I saw Brittany putting her guitar down. "Hey Britt, that was really nice performance, but it's my turn," I said, laughing.

Brittany turned to me and grinned, "You're gonna sing something?" She beamed at me. "Yes, now get your pretty little butt out of here," I laughed as I gained my position behind the microphone, Brittany laughing as well. "Get, get, get!" I said as the lights dimmed even more, Brittany running across the aisle and to her seat, saluting me and making me laugh a little bit. The music started to flood through the speakers, and I put my lips close to the mic as I heard my queue in the notes.

"What would I do without your smart mouth?/Drawing me in and you kicking me out/Got my hand spinning/No kidding/I can't pin you down/What going on in that beautiful mind?/I'm on your magical mystery ride/And I'm so dizzy/Don't know what hit me/But I'll be alright/My heads underwater/But I'm breathing fine"

I looked out onto the crowd, my eyes passing where Mercedes and Sam were dancing, and landing on Brittany as her lips curved up in a small, sad smile, and I gulped as I sung the next words, keeping eye contact with her, her blue eyes sparkling in the yellow light.

"Cause all of me/Loves all of you/Love your curves and all your edges/All your perfect imperfections/Give your all to me/I'll give my all to you/You're my end and my beginning/Even when I lose I'm winning/Cause I give you all of me/And you give me all of you, oh, oh."

i cleared my throat as Mercedes and Sam ceased dancing, bowing at the praise I recieved from the audience. I stepped down from the stage and kept eye contact with Brittany, trying to smile reassuringly, like I hadn't just poured my heart out without intending to- I was supposed to be singing for Mercedes and Sam, maybe even Puck, not the girl who I was trying to be friends with because I was secretly in love with her. But my heart got the best of me.

"And now, after that beautiful performance and first dance, we will have a few people come up and speak for the bride and groom." The officiant beamed down at all of us from the alter, as Mercedes' parents and Sam's parents said their tear-jerking words, and a few other people close to Sam and Mercedes said their words before it was my turn and Pucks.

We said the classic things, like we wish them all the happiness in the world and everything else beyond that, but most of the time my eyes were on Brittany, who sat at their table with her head down, staring at her bright glass of champagne, which was tinted even more in the rustic setting.

I stepped away from the alter and to my table, where Puck sat down beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist,kissing my temple.

"Are you okay, sweetie? You look a little down," he rubbed his hand up and down my arm gently in a comforting motion, but it just made me think about the way Brittany had done that that time at her apartment when she thought I was asleep in the morning. I let my eyes flow to her as she got up and walked over to the stage with her band members in tow.

"Oh yeah, definitely. Just need to dance," I said as everyone got up and onto the dance floor, dancing to Brittany's voice.

Tons of country songs played after that, with Brittany and Rachel's amazing vocals leading each and every song, with a few exceptions from drunk aunt's and uncle's who thought they could sing well, but in reality couldn't. I had had about 5 glasses of champagne now and all i wanted were the little strawberries inside of them, so I went to get another glass, leaving Quinn and Mike to talk about dance and whipped cream among themselves. Don't ask where the topic came from.

Brittany was walking down from the stage as I reached the bar, Sam running up and grabbing the mic, starting to sing another love song. I smiled as I watched her, half wondering where Puck was, but also not caring as I grabbed my glass of champagne and walked over to Brittany

"You're performances have been great tonight, Britt. And your voice was amazing in that song at the start of the night," I beamed at her, looking into her blue eyes and smiling brightly as I reached out and ran my hand along her arm- we were noticeably close at this point. I set down my champagne glass on a nearby table.

"Thank you, Santana, but you need to stop doing that." Brittany looked at me pointedly. "Doing what?"I said, dumbfounded at this point as I scrunched up my eyebrows, keep up her strong gaze. I resisted a grin at her determined expression, so different from her usual silly face.

"Looking at me like- like- like that! Like I'm the only person who matters in this world when you're married- you can't be staring at me like I am the sun the moon and the stars, Santana. It's driving me crazy! I- I hate to say it, but it's never gonna happen between you and I. And the secret touches or seemingly innocent ones, I can't with them anymore." Brittany gasped out, using crazy hand gestures. I was glad she whisper-yelled it, because there was about a dozen people looking at us, and I realized Rachel was staring too, along with Mike.

"So- looking at you like I'm in love with you and touching you like lovers would? Brittany, you have no idea how fucking hard it is to not to! You're- perfect." I gulped down the walnut-sized knot in my throat, tears threatening to spill from my eyes as I closed them and removed my hand from her arm. People had started to look away, but I saw Rachel looking our way again before I closed my eyes.

"Santana, you know how much I appreciate you, but we'd be better off as friends. C'mon, let's just dance and get this over with- only way we can make this seem like nothing to other people is if we act like it's nothing. Please." Brittany pleaded with me, grabbing my hands and causing me to open my eyes- I could see the few people still looking our way, but playing it off like she just wanted to dance, I pulled her over to the dance floor.

"Fuck, it's a love song." I groaned internally to my self at the thought, making a face."What don't want to dance with me?" Brittany asked, faking a pout, trying to get me to smile. It wasn't working very well. "No, I do," More than you know. She grinned and grabbed my waist with one hand, the other on the small of my back as she pulled me close to her, agonizingly slow.

"You can pull me closer to you, y'know," I said, growing impatient. I wrapped my arms around her neck and groaned silently when she didn't say anything, and stopped pulling me closer to her, but she just swayed along to the music slowly, setting her arms around my back. We stayed like that for awhile, our bodies close and only a few inches away from touching. She leaned into me slightly, and I was wondering why the song was taking so long to finish. This was torcher. I could feel her breath against my neck, turning my head a little to see her looking around, and I assumed she was looking for Puck. Trying to get her mind off of him and to give me a little satisfaction, I pulled her body against mine and slid my arms down until they were on her neck, like I was about to kiss her.

She leaned back, regaining her former position and clearing her throat. "What do you think you're doing, Ms. Lopez?" She teased, and I could feel her hands shifting on my back, moving their position a little lower, but we were still unnoticeable as more couples joined in the slow-dancing, a girl now replacing Sam's calming voice and singing a soft love ballad.

"Oh, I don't know, Ms. Pierce. What are your hands doing back there?" I asked curiously as the dance floor flooded, cocking an eyebrow and resisting a smile. As the music sped up, so did we, and she gave me a spin before answering and putting her hands back to where they were before.."You didn't answer my question," she grinned. I finally let myself smile, and I giggled quietly. "Gasp! Did I hear a giggle from the Santana Lopez?" Brittany gasped for real, after saying the word, and I shrugged my shoulders. "Did you just say the word gasp while gasping?"

At this point, she was very close to me after I pulled her in. She leaned into my ear, tightening her grip around me and pulling out bodies even closer, if it was even possible. "So what if I did?" Her voice turned from playful to sensual in a second, and I felt my breathing hitch in my throat as I struggled to breathe.

"Jesus, Brittany, why do you always do this to me?" I asked, shaking my head from side to side a little bit, waiting for her to answer. "Do what to you?"

"Make me feel like this? Like I'm the only one- when I know you can have any girl you want and I already have my own guy," I set my forehead on her shoulder as a few seconds passed by. I tilted my head to the side, watching the girl sing the bridge to the song, nearly finished. I didn't mistaken the way Rachel was narrowing her eyes at us either, but at the time I decided to ignore the hobbit that I had to work with everyday of my life.

"I don't want anyone else, Santana." Her voice became silky smooth this time and I heard her sigh gently, before she rested her head on mine. I closed my eyes and breathed out. "I wish things were different, Britt," I said, lowering my voice to nearly quieter than a whisper. "I wish that I didn't get married- I wish that that night at the bar wouldn't be our first and last alone together. There are so many things I wish that ever happened," I said, raising my head and looking in her eyes. "But the one thing I'm so glad that did was meeting you. And over the last weeks, we've, well, grown closer. And I'm so happy for that." Not as happy as I would be if we were together, but I'll take what I can get. "I feel the same way." She smiled sadly at me, turning more serious than before. "But never is never and we can't change that, and I know you love Puck. We were just a fling, and that's okay." I saw tears threaten to spill from her eyes, and I felt my heart grow tired.

Tired of hiding from the world, tired of hiding my feelings for Brittany, tired of hiding the way I didn't live Puck anymore, tired of hiding how tired I was. But that was just the way the world had to be.

"But I will never forget that night, mostly the first part," she winked and we shared a small laugh. "But also the second, and the way we talked about stupid things in the middle of the night until you passed out. And how your favourite movie is the 2019 remake of Little Women, for some reason. And how you never liked sports growing up, but you were more of a theatre nerd. A hot one." She winked again and i blushed this time as she continued, not saying anything. "And maybe we'll never be together, but I've decided that I'd rather have you in my life than not." She kissed my temple subtly, giving me a squeeze and pulling herself out of my arms reluctantly.

She gave me a small salute, and I grinned. But as those final notes were sung by the woman on the stage, I grabbed her hand before she could walk off, making her turn to face me, using the line from one of her favourite movies, quoting some cheesy surfer dude. It was one of the lines she used the first night we met, saying it was her favourite one from the film.

"Never say never, babe."

Author's POV

As Noah Salling sat beside his wife, her head resting on his shoulder as he brushed her hair with his hands, he couldn't help but think about the way Santana pulled Brittany close to her on the dance floor earlier. He had been sitting at the table the entire time, but luckily he was out of view from them, so they couldn't see the way his brow had furrowed and the way he looked so confused.

Staring down at his beautiful wife, who was now half asleep, as she always got bored as weddings, he thought about the way Santana had almost looked like she was crying while they had been dancing. He thought nothing of it, though: Santana always looked a little teary eyed. And as for the dancing with Brittany, he knew it was normal. Santana loved to dance, especially to slow songs. He wasn't very surprised that when the Latina saw the blonde headed girl, she couldn't resist to urge to dance with her. They had been practicing for months for the big dance number coming up in the start of the show, and Noah could see that the girls had amazing dance chemistry.

But is that it? Noah questioned. He hadn't missed the little hugs that the two girls would give eachother at the end of the day, even if they'd see eachother about an hour later when they all went out for drinks. Or even when they went their seperate ways to their car and agreed to meet at Santana and Noah's favourite pizza place, Little Italia.

He waved the thought away as he kissed the top of Santana's head, smiling against her long hair. Santana would never chest on him. They had been in love for seven years, now, married after two long years of dating. Long, but worth it. As long as he had her, Noah thought, he would be fine.

Meanwhile, Brittany was across the room on the dance floor, currently a shot away from being drunk and dancing all over a seemingly familiar blonde that she just couldn't recognize.

"You're really good at this," the hazel eyed girl that Brittany was dancing with said. "Well, I did go to one of the top rated art high school's in San Francisco," Brittany said cockily as the music changed tempo a little bit. The entire country theme had gone down the drain; now an array of pop and rap was playing, blasting through the back up speakers for when the band wanted to take a break. Rachel was sitting on a chair a few feet away, Brittany not realizing in her intoxicated state.

Rachel watched with intensity in her eyes as Brittany and the blonde continued their conversation.

Rachel knew that they had broken up- she knew that they weren't good together, they both added to each other's problems, and Rachel hadn't even gotten to the point of introducing her to Brittany and the rest of their friends. But Rachel also knew that she loved Quinn Fabray more than anyone in the world, and that she would do anything to have Quinn back, just to hold her one more time, even if it was away from the rest of the world.

Quinn and Rachel had broken up because Rachel was too afraid to come out. Sure, her and Brittany had been best friends for years after meeting at daycare nearly 19 years ago this September. But something inside Rachel just never could understand the way she felt about people. She loved everyone; she had fallen for guys and girls, but she could never put a name on it. How was she supposed to come out if she didn't even know what she was coming out as?

Rachel stared at Brittany and Quinn for a little while longer before knocking back the three glasses of champagne beside her, putting them down. "She's your girl," said Kurt, who was sitting beside her. Rachel's eyes widened. "What?" She said, suddenly overly nervous as she refrained from making eye contact with Kurt.

"I can tell- You wouldn't be staring at her like that if you weren't may in love with her. Trust me, I've been looking at him all night the same way," Kurt groaned and gestured to Blaine, who was now shaking his head around with Sam and Mercedes, trying to dance. He wasn't very succesful, though, because he kept falling. Sam had to hold him up with one arm while Mercedes laughed her head off.

"You guys were dating?" Rachel asked, avoiding the question. "Nope. I just really wish he was mine- I've been working up the courage to ask him out for the past few weeks, but I just keep chickening out. Just like how you're chickening out of this question." Kurt poked Rachel's arm, grinning a little bit.

"Ask me again?" Rachel gulped, stalling. "You don't have to come out to me or anything, but are you guys dating or something? Friends with benefits?"

"Some things happened between us, we ended whatever we had." Kurt fronwed and leaned his head on Rachel's shoulder. "That really sucks. But I'm sure it was for the better?" He tried to soothe as Rachel put her head on top of his. Brittany whispered something to Quinn, she ran over to the other table and grabbed her bag while Brittany came over, winked and took another swig of champagne.

She then proceeded to run over to Quinn, loop their arms and praitcally run out of the hall. Rachel sighed, knowning where they were about to go. There was a hotel across the street, after all. She just couldn't stop it as she sighed and wiped a slight tear from her eye.

"What sucks is that I could've been dancing with her. What sucks is she used to be mine."

Brittany's POV

I would've still been asleep if the blinds were closed. And I didn't feel an arm curl around my waist, pulling me in closer. I didn't think I could really get much closer though, because the blond half-underneath me was already so close to me that there wasn't an inch of skin on us that wasn't touching.

I tried to think about last night but all that came into my head was the need for Advil and a glass of water. Looking down, surprisingly comfortable, I realized who I was half-straddling, half-cuddling. My eyes widened as I took in the fact that it was Quinn, Santana's friend and one my co-workers, who was wrapped around me.

"I'm screwed," I said underneath my breath.

A/N: This was a bit of a whirlwind of a chapter. It's pretty short, but I feel like too much happened. I've also decided to make this fic only 12-17 chapters, which is short by my standards, but there will be a sequel. And also, Brittana will be endgame of course haha. Sorry for the not very rock songs in this chapter- Next time there will be some better song pics. Thank you so much and I'll see you next time :)

P.S. If you have any suggestions or additions to the plotlines, please tell me- I'd love to hear your opinion.