A/N: This is my very first fan fiction and English is not my first language, so please be nice :)

I don't think that I would post this story right now, if Adi hadn't been such an awesome beta. She's the best, so make sure to check out her stories, if you haven't already: nayahasmyheart.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters, even if I probably love two of them more than the writers do.

She didn't even know why she was doing this right now. At first she wasn't even sure about attending the wedding, but now Santana spent the last hours wandering through the biggest mall in town to find a new dress for her brother's happy day. It obviously wasn't working, because she was still searching. Santana hated shopping more than any other woman on this planet. There was just no way that she would be pleased with her shopping conditions. She had really postponed it for long enough, though, and now she finally had to face the dreaded task.

She held this unbelievably ugly dress in her hands (with the most lace she had ever seen). Its color was something between green, yellow, and brown. In one word: It was hideous.

"Excuse me? " a voice behind her asked. Santana turned around to see if it is one of those sales assistants again, who always try to convince you to buy the worst dress that they have. To her surprise, it wasn't one of those old women with excessive make-up and perfume. It was this gorgeous woman who was probably in her mid-twenties. She had blonde hair, which fell down in waves and highlighted her ocean-blue eyes. She was wearing jeans and a simple white top with a pinkish jacket. But she looked extremely stressed out. Her cheeks and ears had a cute shade of red and several blouses and dresses hung over her arm. She had this forced smile on her face and sounded quite annoyed. "Could you help me for a second?"

"Sure," Santana replied hesitantly. She wasn't entirely sure what the woman wanted, but didn't want to sound rude.

"I'm searching for this dress…" Brittany pointed at a yellow dress over her arm, "but I need it in my size. There are only sizes from 10 upwards."

"I'm sorry, but I don't work here," Santana smiled apologetically. She somewhat pitied the woman before her.

The blonde blushed. "Oh, my God, I feel so stupid for asking you. I'm just really stressed out. The sale assistants are nowhere to be found." She blushed in an even deeper shade of red and it was the most beautiful sight that Santana had seen all day. "Sorry again."

"It's no big deal," she shrugged. "Yeah, it's like they're hiding in the dressing rooms or something." And then she smiled at her and Santana couldn't help but return it. She was so breathtakingly beautiful.

"I know, right? I hate it…" Santana saw the woman's eyes moving down her body. Was she checking her out? She couldn't believe that the woman wasn't even subtle enough to wait for a moment until Santana looked in the other direction. But then she realized that the blonde's eyes were stopped at that ugly dress that Santana was still holding. "Wow. That's a very pretty dress," she stated sarcastically.

"Oh, no," Santana blurted out. "That's not my dress. I wasn't going to buy it. It's just…ugly." She began to stutter and tried to hang it back on the rack, but failed miserably, which caused the blonde to laugh delightedly.

"It's okay. I didn't think that you were going to buy it. Even if you could make this thing look good." She smirked at her and winked mischievously. Santana nearly fainted when she realized that she indeed was flirting with her. She started fidgeting with her hands. The woman giggled and outstretched her arm. "I'm Brittany, by the way. Nice to meet you." Santana took Brittany's hand in hers.

"Santana," she stated simply. "It's nice to meet you, too." She beamed at her. "So Brittany…" she slowly loosened the grip on Brittany's hand. "You still need some help finding something to wear? Because I know I do."

*B*S*

"Lucy, Dana, hurry up," Brittany said with a slightly annoyed tone in her voice. She was standing at the door that led to the locker room. She had already locked most of the doors, turned off the lights, and put all of the props back in their appropriate places. The dancing class ended fifteen minutes ago and the two young girls were still changing. Well, more giggling than changing, from what Brittany could hear. "Your moms are waiting for you."

"Coming," the girls answered simultaneously and Brittany could hear the rustling of their bags. Their two moms didn't seem to mind, however, because they stood outside in the sun, deep in conversation. She looked at her phone to check the time. 4:50. She was supposed to meet Isabella in about ten minutes. She quickly texted her, apologizing because she would probably be late.

The five-year-old blondes came running out of the room towards the door, where their friendly mothers greeted them with a hug."Bye, Miss P," they said as they looked over their shoulders.

"Bye, see you next Wednesday," she waved. The two kind older women waved back before they all left together. Brittany let out a sigh of relief and felt her phone vibrating in her hand. Isabella told her that it was no problem, asked how long it would take her to come and if she should already order something.

She quickly responded: Yeah, sure. I'm on my way now. I guess I'll be there in about 15 minutes tops.

She hit the send button, turned off the lights in the remaining rooms, and locked the front door of the youth center.

*B*S*

When she entered the little coffee shop near the mall, her eyes searched for Isabella. She was sitting in the back in a small booth. She quickly made her way to her and greeted her with a hug. She sat down in front of her best friend. "Sorry, Bella. I couldn't make it earlier. It's always the same kids who take hours to get dressed," she said as a sigh escaped her lips.

"It's no problem, really. You really rushed, didn't you? You look exhausted," she chuckled. At that moment, Brittany realized that she felt really sweaty. She never had time to take a shower after a lesson. And the summer sun didn't help either. She took the back of her hand to her forehead and wiped some dampness away.

"Oh, God. I normally drive home after dancing to shower but now you called and I totally forgot." She grabbed her bag and started to stand up. "I'll be right back. I'm going to go freshen up a bit." Isabella nodded when she held back some laughter. Brittany has always been like this. She always cared more about her friends than about herself. You could trust her and she would never leave you hanging when you needed her. She was an amazing friend.

After a couple of minutes, Brittany returned, ready to eat her cake. It was conveniently placed on the table when she came back. She immediately grabbed her fork and began to eat her cheesecake in large bites. Isabella could only shake her head at her. "So why did you call me?" Brittany inquired and smiled at Isabella once she had swallowed a mouthful of cake.

"I have to tell you something." Isabella set down her cup and looked up.

Brittany could see her green eyes, which complimented her black hair. She looked happy. She started fidgeting with her hands and her eyes shined brightly. "Come on. Tell me already." Brittany became excited, too. She knew that something good had happen in the last few days. "Are you pregnant?" Brittany randomly guessed, which caused Isabella to look up, shocked. She instantly shook her head no.

"No, I'm not. But something happened yesterday." She took a sip of her coffee. The blonde shot her a warning glare as she grew impatient and Isabella finally continued. "Alright. So Manuel and I took our dog Lilly to a walk yesterday. And when we reached the little pond, he led me to a bench. We sat down and Lilly started running around, chasing ducks." Brittany frowned a little at this, but didn't want to interrupt. "He took my hand in his own and dropped down on one knee." Brittany let out a gasp and the dorkiest grin appeared on her face. She gestured for Isabella to continue. "So he dropped down and told me how much he loves me and that the years that we spent together were the best of his life. And then he told me that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me and asked me to become his wife." Isabella smiled brightly.

"Oh, my God…that is so romantic." Brittany beamed joyously and rested her head on her propped up hands."What did you answer?" It was kind of an unnecessary question because she knew how much Isabella wanted Manuel to propose to her.

"I said yes, of course," she immediately responded and looked like it was the only thing that could have happened. Yeah, it kind of was, Brittany admitted to herself. "But that was not the only romantic thing. He called Lilly, and on her collar was this little velvet box with the most beautiful ring that I have ever seen." She showed her engagement ring to Brittany, who inspected it carefully.

"It's so pretty," she grazed an awed finger over the huge diamond in the middle. "He must have spent a fortune on that."

"Yeah, I guess so... But I also have a question for you." Brittany looked up with her coffee in her hand and Isabella continued, "You've been my best friend for 5 years and we went through so many things together. So I want you to be my maid of honor. What do you say?" She looked at Brittany with anticipation. Brittany didn't even have to think twice about it.

She nodded furiously. "Yes, of course." She stood up and hugged her best friend from the side. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Isabella laid her head on top of Brittany's and they both stayed there for while. Brittany broke the silence first.

"So when's the big day?"

"In three months. August 5th," Isabella replied coyly. Brittany's eyes nearly bulged out.

"So soon? I can't plan a wedding in such little time." She grabbed her bag and rummaged through it to find her organizer. She flipped through the pages and nearly ripped them out until she found the date that she was searching for.

"Whoa…easy there, Brittany. We already have a location. My father booked at it yesterday and Manuel's mom and my mom will help us, too. You won't have to plan so much. I know that you have a lot of work and I'm not going to assign to you more than you can handle," Isabella assured her. When Brittany's pulse slowed down a bit, she let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, I nearly forgot…" Isabella remembered while Brittany put the organizer back into her purse after writing down the date. "I will ask the girls tonight to be my bridesmaids…and Manuel and I agreed on a less traditional wedding, so you're all free to choose your own dresses. We won't set limits to all of your creativity." Brittany laughed lightly at Isabella's exaggerated arm motion.

"That sounds great. And I will help as much as I can. Just call me."

"I will, Brittany," she squeezed her hand on the table.

They finished their coffee and cakes, already brainstorming some ideas for the important day coming up. Twenty minutes later, they climbed out off the booth and stood up. "I've got to go now. I'm meeting the girls later," Isabella said apologetically. "You wanna join?"

Brittany would have loved to spend a night out with her friends but she guessed that fun wasn't something on her schedule for the weekend. "No, sorry. I have to work at the club tonight. But you guys could come visit me," Brittany suggested as she grabbed her bag from the seat.

"Sure. I'll ask the others later." Isabella smiled and paid for their food. They stepped out into the hot evening sun, which was warming up the entire city.

"I'm really happy for you," Brittany whispered in Isabella's ears as they hugged. They broke apart, waved goodbye and walked away in two different directions.

*B*S*

"So Santana, what are you searching for? " Brittany asked out of curiosity after a few seconds. She didn't want there to be an awkward silence. And she didn't want Santana to think that she's boring. She was relieved that she found someone to help her. Yeah, Brittany was thankful for any help that she could find.

"I need a cocktail dress…" Santana bit her lip and turned her head towards the back of the store, where most of the dresses were hung. They dangled on the racks and were in any possible color and shape that you could think of. The two women faced a tough and tedious task. "But it shouldn't be too striking and colorful…" Santana added when her eyes landed on the exotic and multicolored clothes.

"Why?" Brittany blurted out. She didn't even know why she asked her that now, but there was no going back. Santana shifted her gaze back to Brittany, apparently not know what she meant. "I mean…you—you could wear anything… you know, so why a dress without colors?" A dress without colors? Really Brittany? She had already made a fool of herself twice within what seemed like less than a minute. She wondered immediately why Santana hadn't left by now. Brittany was acting like a total creep.

"Umm…thanks, I guess," Santana replied hesitantly with a timid smile. Brittany felt so stupid right now. Normally she could speak to people without embarrassing herself but now she was tripping over her words in a way that made her want to hide in shame behind one of those rummaged tables. "I don't want to draw that much attention to myself. So classic will probably be better," she told Brittany as she fixed the strap of her purse on her shoulder.

"Yeah," Brittany nodded considerately even if she didn't get the brunette's insecurity. She eventually had to drop the topic. But she had to admit that Santana would look great in one of those colorful dresses, preferably a red one. Yes, red would be a perfect choice for her beautiful skin and dark locks…

She imagined Santana's hair blowing freely in the wind… Brittany let her fantasy go wild and suddenly thought about Santana on the back of a unicorn in front of a sunset at the beach in a really tight dress… Brittany was running towards her, grabbing her by the waist and laying her down on the sand… Hovering above her, faces just inches apart…

Santana cleared her throat loudly, causing Brittany to snap her attention back to the brunette. She had no idea what Santana was doing to her. She felt her cheeks heating up slowly. Why was she behaving so awkwardly around her? Why did she even have thoughts that included unicorns?

Santana could sense the blonde's uneasiness and, out of impulse, grabbed her wrist. Brittany was startled at the contact, but couldn't even think twice about it as Santana yanked her to the back of the store. "Let's start. I want to get out of here in at least the next few hours." Brittany could hear her giggle as she spoke.

"Sure," her hoarse voice came out as a whisper. But when Santana shifted her head back and smiled, she knew that she heard her hushed whisper. She returned it happily and followed Santana to the dresses with Santana's fingers still grasping onto her wrist. She had a strange feeling that Santana needed her help just as much as she did.