Chapter Four

Sugar and I appeared at Lima Bean. I didn't recognize any of the customers. "When is this?" I asked.

"Five years after graduation," answered Sugar. I noticed an older Santana waiting for her order. She was just as beautiful as the moment I first saw her. My stomach twisted into knots when I saw a random man kiss her. Was Santana still hiding here?

"Why is she with him?" I asked with curiosity. Was she not Lebanese in this universe or was she a bicorn like me? This reminded me of junior year except I wasn't around to help her.

"Santana never came out of the closet in this universe," explained Sugar. I was surprised. I would have thought she found another girl. That was so sad that she was still pretending to be someone she wasn't.

"She never had feelings for another girl?" I questioned.

"Yes, but not any that she acted on," responded Sugar. "As you already know, she was terrified of coming out of the closet." I nodded. I remembered that she was afraid of people making fun of her. She admitted that to me when she told me that she loved me. Unfortunately, her worst nightmare came true when she was outed senior year.

"She never got out of Lima?" I said in disbelief.

"No," replied Sugar. I bit my lip. "You were the one that got her the cheerleading scholarship at the University of Louisville. She went to a junior college."

I knitted my eyebrows. Why would she go to a junior college? She could have gone to another school. "B-but her Mom gave her money so she could go to New York to follow her dreams," I pointed out. I know that Santana wanted to go to New York and that she was jealous of Rachel and Kurt.

"The money is used for the school that she eventually drops out of," responded Sugar. Just when I thought that her life couldn't get any worse here, it does. I sighed heavily. "Santana thought she could have a successful music career." Mercedes had gotten the record deal in LA. Why didn't it happen here for Santana?

I didn't see what was wrong with that dream. Santana had such a beautiful singing voice. "Why didn't she?" I asked.

"Santana lost her passion in singing," Sugar sighed. I frowned. How was that even possible? Santana loved singing as much as I loved dancing. "She realized that something was missing in her life, but not someone." I looked at the ground as Sugar told me that. Santana's life really sucked here. I tried hard to hold back my tears.

"A part of me always thought I was holding her back," I admitted with a sad sigh. I knew Santana was destined for greatness. She was meant for much more than what Lima had offered her and even Louisville.

"You inspired her," replied Sugar. "She was always amazed for the passion you had for dancing."

"So you're saying that I changed her life?" I asked unconvinced.

Sugar nodded. "And she changed yours."

"C-could you show me a happy memory with Santana and me?" I pleaded. "It could be when we went to our senior prom or something." It could be even in junior year when Santana and I were dancing after rehearsals for the Rocky Horror Show.

Sugar smiled. "Well, it's not really in my job description, but why not. I think that I could show you something better way than senior prom. Sorry Asperger's." I highly doubted she had that learning disability. "What if I told you that I can show you a future event with you and Santana?" I raised my eyebrows skeptically. I suppose she could do that owning a time machine and all."

Sugar and I appeared at a church. "I can't believe you're not nervous," said an older Tina to a woman in a white wedding dress. I wonder who was getting married. "I remember how nervous I felt on my wedding day." Tina got married. I wonder whom she wound up with.

"Of course I'm not nervous," replied a familiar voice. I couldn't believe whose voice I was hearing. The woman turned to face Tina. I was stunned to see the older me wearing a wedding dress. "I've known that I wanted to marry Santana for a long time." Santana?! I was getting married to Santana. The older me smiled. I couldn't help, but smile, too. I've thought about what it would be like to marry Santana.

I looked at Sugar and she gave me a told you so look. "Is this the future?" I asked Sugar.

"I've got the time machine working," teased Sugar. I nudged Sugar.

I felt tears threatening to form as I saw Santana on the side of the aisle. It wasn't the ones when you're sad, but the happy ones. It reminded me of the ones Santana had in Breadstix when she asked if we were dating. I thought we had been dating after junior year ended.

I had never seen her look as gorgeous as I saw her in her wedding dress. A huge smile formed on her face as she saw the other me. This was going to happen for us. All of the things we went through and we got married.

"Friends, family we are gathered here today for the wedding of Santana and Brittany," said the minister. They both have chosen to write their own vows."

"We wrote our own vows?" I said.

"Don't worry. Your vows were lovely." I was unconvinced. Sugar was just being nice. "You don't want to miss marrying the love of your life."

"Santana?" said the minister.

Santana took a deep shaky breath and put the ring on my left ring finger. She was nervous. "Brittany," Santana began. "I never expected to fall in love with my best friend. I was something I never planned on, but am glad that it did." I couldn't help, but smile. The future me did the same thing. "You've made me a better woman for knowing you. You've made me so unbelievably happy. I hope that I could spend the rest of our lives making you feel the same way."

"Brittany?" said the minister.

I took the ring and put it on Santana's left ring finger. "Santana, we've been through so much together and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you," the older me told the older Santana. "You are the love of my life and my soul mate." The older me leaned in to kiss Santana. The older Santana dipped me like she had in the hallway after we won Nationals. That moment felt like a dream.

I chuckled as I noticed the priest trying to get our attention. "Totally better than senior prom," I said with a smile.

"We have to go," replied Sugar. My smile vanished. I didn't want to leave.

"Do we have to?" I said with a pout. Sugar chuckled.

"That only works on Santana, not me," replied Sugar. We reappeared in the white room where I first saw Sugar. "It's time for you to wake up."

I woke up startled. "S-Santana?" I said groggily. How long had I been sleeping? I noticed the broken picture frame was still on the floor. I still had my phone shut off on top of my nightstand.

I noticed there were a ton of text messages, missed calls, and voicemails. I saw that most of the missed calls from Santana.

As weird as the dream was, I knew one thing for sure. I needed to see her. I needed to get my Santana back.