Hi. Sorry for the slightly longer wait. Normally, this chapter was going to be longer, but I decided to split it in two. Writing next chapter will probably be the hardest to write. Writing smutty sex scenes as a 16-year old virgin isn't too easy so I decided to take a little more time for it. :) But I didn't want you guys to wait too long :) So here it is :)
Brittany's eyes shifted from Santana's scared expression to Sam and apparently Rory. Brittany saw them talking and honestly, she was quite worried.
"Don't you have some sort of contract saying that he can't tell?" Brittany asked. If everyone would just blab his or her mouth about what Santana did, the whole thing would become useless pretty soon, wouldn't it?
"Of course. But Rory is one of those guys that stalked me afterwards." Santana sighed.
"Wait what?"
"Yeah, I told you that there were guys who fell in love with me, right? And Rory was one of those guys. He hired me to go to a Christmas party in Ireland. He immigrated from there back in high school and he liked America enough to stay. But every Christmas he goes back and his family are always worrying that he doesn't have a girlfriend yet. He was sick of it. So he hired me." Santana averted her eyes from Brittany to look at Rory once more.
"Yeah?" Brittany asked, trying to get Santana to finish her story.
"Anyways, so I travelled to Ireland with him. And everything went great and after a week, I was already back. I thought it was done, but it only just started. At first he just sent me texts. At first, I still replied to them because he was a client and he could still hire me in the future. But the texts weren't even about work anymore. He would text me about his life or he would ask me about my life. When I didn't answer to that, he would text me even more. So I didn't answer anymore. And then he started calling me, or he would randomly show up at my work asking if I wanted to have coffee. It was really annoying but I can't really blame the guy. He seemed very lonely and the thought he finally had a girlfriend was just too much, I guess. But after some experience, I know that to solve this problem, I had to be rude. He needed to know for sure that we weren't real and that we would never happen. So when he dropped by once more by my office, I just told him flat out. But unfortunately, some co-workers were around and they all heard me turning him down. He got furious with me. So I don't trust him anymore to hide my secret anymore. I can't really do a lot about it either. I can't charge him with anything, so I'll just hope that he doesn't blab. But they way he looked at me earlier, he still seems angry."
Brittany grabbed Santana's hand. "It will be fine. If he doesn't tell Sam, then that's great. If he does, we will explain. But we will do it together."
Santana simply nodded, still looking worried. Everyone was standing outside, waiting for the newly wedded couple. There were two guys holding boxes with white pigeons. Ryder's mom was giving everyone white rice to throw. Brittany never quite got that tradition. Why would you want to throw rice anyway?
Brittany placed herself on the steps of the church, waiting for the couple to arrive. Soon enough, they did and the two guys released the beautiful white pigeons. Everybody started clapping as Ryder and Kitty walked towards their limo, which would drive them to their reception. Ryder's family had hired three limousines. One, for Ryder and Kitty and then the second one for the bridesmaids and a third one for the parents. Kitty waved once again to all of her guests and the limo took off, towards the hotel. Brittany stepped into the limo with Santana behind her, quickly followed by the other bridesmaids. Just as they were about to leave, the door opened again and Puck got it.
"A limousine with all girls without the Puckasaurus? No way, shuffle up my ladies. Make some place for me and my guns."
Rachel snorted. "Really Noah? You couldn't take the other limo?"
"Look Berry. This is a wedding. You know what that means right?"
Rachel shrugged. "No, but I'm sure you will enlighten me in a second."
"I will. This is a wedding. Two people are so in love that they want to share it with the whole world. They feel so much love for each other that the only way they can think to show it, is to throw a huge party and force everyone to watch how much love they feel. And you know how that makes everyone else feel, certainly the single girls that are lonely? That they'll never find love. They feel lonely and most of all, they are jealous. And that's were I come in the picture. My guns and me can make you forget all of your troubles and give you the best night of your lonely, pathetic life. And in the morning, you'll regret it and I'll never have to hear from you again. So that's what I'll do Berry. I'll make women happy tonight."
Rachel snorted again. "You just want to have sex with a lot of women, Puck."
"I can't deny that, Rachel. Are you sure you don't want on the Puck train yourself. I can make you feel super fine." Puck trailed his finger across Rachel's jawline. Everyone in the limo was staring openmouthed at what was happening in front of him or her.
Rachel swatted away his hand. "There's no way you will ever have to pleasure to sleep with me Puck. I don't do pathetic guys like you. But I hope you will enjoy tonight, Noah. But you are not getting it from me."
Puck shrugged. "There will be enough fine ladies, tonight Berry. This was a final offer. You have one final chance to get on all of this." Puck rubbed over his own chest. He put on this lame seducing look.
"Thanks, but no thanks Noah. Enjoy your night." Rachel averted her eyes from the guy.
"I think we're here." Tina spoke.
And they had in fact arrived. The limousine slowed down and they all got out. They walked towards the hotel and opened the big double doors. Henry stood in the huge hallway.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I presume you are here for the wedding?"
"Yes." Tina said. Did Henry forget we were here earlier or was he just putting on an act to every single guest?
"Great. You can follow my assistant to the garden, where an arrangement of champagne and appetizers. Enjoy your evening." Henry tipped his head to the woman standing next to him. She was wearing a black and white waitress outfit, and her hair was tied up in a high, tight bun. She looked genuinely nice. The waitress simply nodded once, turned around and looked over her shoulder, making sure that they were following her to the garden.
The garden hadn't changed that much from earlier on the day, except for the tables with champagne and what looked like a lot of toasts and appetizers. They all walked towards the table and grabbed a glass of champagne.
"Where are Ryder and Kitty?" Rachel asked.
Everybody shrugged. "Oh, there they are." Tina said when she saw Ryder and Kitty coming up to them.
"Congratulations, you guys. You are really married. I can barely believe it." Brittany laughed.
"Yeah, it is weird. I'm officially Ms. Ryder. But I couldn't be more happier." Kitty hooked her arm in Ryder's arm and snuggled closer.
"Me too, honey." Ryder said.
After the cute moment the new couple shared, they started talking about other stuff. Slowly, more guests arrived. Kitty and Ryder left them to greet everyone. They seemed to receive a lot of gifts and a lot of money, hidden in envelops. After a couple of hours, everyone was happily chatting the evening away. Kitty then motioned everyone to go inside to have the dinner. The tables hadn't changed that much, apart from the name cards placed on every plate. Brittany was seated at the bridesmaids' table, next to Santana of course and Marley.
As soon as they all sat down the first course arrived. A couple of hours later and Brittany couldn't see any more food. She ate way too much than her body could handle. Luckily only dessert was left. In the corner of her eye, she saw Sam and Rory sitting next to each other and she still felt worried. Yes, she knew that, if Sam heard the story of Rory, Santana and her were going to deny that Brittany hired Santana. That would work, right? But some part of her still didn't feel good about it. She wasn't the best liar and if Sam asked her pointblank, she worried that he might see right through her lie.
But as far as it seems now, Rory hadn't told Sam. Or Sam hadn't come up to them.
People started dancing on the dance floor. Kitty and Ryder were finished with their first dance to Your Song by Elton John. They looked happy and some part of Brittany felt sad. She knows she shouldn't be sad because she had Santana now, but normally she should have been married too.
After dessert, Santana asked her if they could go outside for a bit. She nodded and followed the brunette. Sam's eyes followed the couple outside and his eyes narrowed.
When they were outside, Brittany turned to Santana.
"I think Sam knows." Santana says.
Brittany's eyebrows rose. "How do you know?"
Santana shrugged. "He has been giving me death glares all evening. And so has Rory. Plus there's the fact that when I went to the bathroom, Sam mouthed outside to me. Gosh, he's such a child. He acted like he wanted a fight with me or something like that. Please." Santana sighed.
"He wouldn't do anything like that." Brittany said.
"Are you sure of that?" Santana nodded her head over Brittany's shoulder. Brittany spun around and saw Sam and Rory, walking towards them.
"Well, well, well. What are you guys doing here?" Santana said.
"Rory told me how you two met. Awesome story." Sam laughed.
"Oh, is that right? Did he tell you about the fact that he stalked me for three months afterwards too? Or did he conveniently left out that part?"
Sam glanced over at Rory. "What the fuck, man?" But he quickly placed all of his attention once again on Santana. "He did tell me another thing. He told me something about you, what you do, and certainly what you are doing here." Sam pointed his hands between Brittany, Santana and himself.
"And what would that be? Enlighten me, if you like, because I have absolutely no idea what the hell you are talking about, frog lips." Normally, Brittany would have laughed at that insult but she was stressing out too much right now to laugh.
"Brittany hired you. As what is it called again, Rory?" Sam stared at Rory.
"A wedding escort." Rory said, with a thick Irish accent. He said it in a low voice, obviously scared of Santana's death glare.
"Oh, yeah. That's the name, a wedding escort. So, Brittany hired you to come here and pretend like you're a couple, is that it?" Santana simply laughed.
Sam glared confused at Santana. Why was she laughing?
"You didn't want to come here alone. Is that it, Brittany? So you paid someone to come here? That's incredibly low, isn't it?" Sam continued. Santana was still laughing.
"Stop laughing!" Sam yelled.
"I'm sorry, but this is just really amusing."
Sam's mouth fell open in confusion.
"Let me explain so your small brain understands it too. Yes, I used to be a wedding escort. But not anymore. I gave up that part of my life. I liked it. I met some great people and some not-so-great people." Santana glared at Rory. Santana averted her eyes and continued.
"But Brittany and I aren't a business deal. We met, we dated and we fell in love. Brittany hasn't paid me a dime. So that pretty much fucks up your whole plan, doesn't it?"
"But, but." Sam tried.
"Look, Sammy boy. I know you hate me. But what Brittany and I share is real. This is not some deal we made in a restaurant over a pizza. Yes, I've done deals like the ones with Rory before, but this is not one of them. Rory was actually my last client. The whole stalking thing was way too intense for me so I decided to quit it. I was done. And then a couple of months later, Brittany and I met. Is this all clear to you, Sammy? Or do I need to draw it out for you?"
Sam sighed. His whole plan seemed to have crashed down and failed terrible. Brittany simply stood behind Santana, impressed with her whole speech. Brittany had to admit; she was pretty damn awesome at this. She could pull off being an actress if she wanted to.
"Fine." Sam grunted and he walked away. Rory however didn't seem to move.
"What are you looking at, Irish piece of shit?" Santana said to Rory. He looked shocked, turned around and followed Sam.
Santana turned to Brittany once again, smiling wide.
"I have to admit, good job." Santana made a little bow at Brittany's compliment.
"Thank you."
Brittany leaned in to kiss Santana. Santana quickly answered the kiss and Brittany couldn't help but to smile into the kiss. After a while, Santana pulled away.
"Britt." Santana started.
Brittany slowly opened her eyes, only to stare right back into dark brown ones.
"Yeah." The blonde nodded.
"I know we haven't, you know." Santana took a step back and the girl immediately missed the warmth of the brunette's body. But it was true. They hadn't had sex. They had kissed, a lot, but for some reason they hadn't had sex yet.
"Yes. What do you want to say? Just get if off your chest, San." Brittany said. It was rather cute how Santana was nervously fidgeting with her hands. But the blonde still wanted Santana to act normal again.
"I just want you to know that I do want to do all that stuff, you know. But I just wanted it to be special, in some way."
Brittany couldn't help but smile. The fact that Santana was nervous about this and she wanted it to be special meant a lot to Brittany.
"Santana, that's really sweet. I really like you, so it'll be amazing whenever we do it."
The brunette smiled happily.
"Okay." They kissed for a moment and then walked back to the hotel, holding hands.
Quickly, Kitty came up to them.
"Santana, I have been looking for you all over the place. You said you wanted to sing a song and then you disappear? I arrange the whole thing for you and then you vanish." Kitty rambled nervously.
"Relax Kitty. I'm here now and yes I do want to sing a song. Two songs preferably."
Kitty sighed. "You want to sing two songs? This isn't your wedding, Santana. Stop stealing my spotlight."
Santana rolled her eyes. "Two songs. Five minutes of your spotlight. That isn't too bad, is it?"
"Fine. You can do it after the dessert. So, if you would not mind, could you guys go sit at your table? And if you have a speech prepared, Britt, now is the moment to do it." Kitty said before turning around and walking away.
"Oh man, my speech. I do not want to do a speech in front of all these people. My speech is terrible." Brittany whined.
Santana squeezed tightly in Brittany's hand.
"No it isn't. It's an amazingly, beautiful speech. It really shows how much you love those two and how much love they feel for each other. It's short but so damn sweet."
Brittany stared at Santana. She hadn't told the brunette about her speech. How did she know?
"How do you know how my speech goes? I haven't told you about it."
Santana averted her eyes in shame. "Your speech was on the table and I couldn't help but to read it. I'm sorry. I should have asked if I could read it."
"Honey, it's fine. I'm glad that you liked it."
Santana looked back into the blonde's eyes. "I really did like it. You don't have to worry. They'll love it too. Just like me."
They walked back towards the table and sat down. In front of them was already a piece of wedding cake that looked absolutely delicious. She quickly took a bite. The cake melted away on her tongue.
"This is the best cake in the whole entire world." Brittany stated to no one in particular.
"I know." Santana agreed with her with a full mouth of cake.
Brittany put the last piece of wedding cake that was still remaining on her plate in her mouth and had to stop her from actually picking up the plate and licking the icing off.
She felt a slight nudge from Santana. She guessed it was about time for her speech. She stood up, grabbed her glass and a fork and started ticking against it. Soon enough, a lot of people joined her, knowing what her intention was.
After everyone was staring at her, she slowly placed her glass down.
"Good evening everyone. I'm Brittany S. Pierce, the maid of honor. I hope you are all having an amazing night. We all came here for the beautiful couple that is sitting over there. No worries, I'll keep it short and brief.
From this day forward, they'll be known as Mr. and Ms. Ryder Lynn. And I couldn't be happier. From the first moment those two met, I knew they were meant for each other. Even though they didn't even know that. I remember Kitty whining about how tall Ryder was. She said it hurt her neck looking into his eyes. But after a while, she didn't care anymore.
Because that's what's true love is about. Not caring that you have neck pains from kissing the person that love. Not caring about his or her flaws. Real love is seeing the other person perfect, even when you know that they aren't. And that's what I see when I see those two. Real love. So if everyone would be so kind to raise his or her glass to the beautiful couple there. Mr. and Ms. Ryder Lynn."
Everyone raised their glass and then clapped. Brittany smiled and sat down.
"You did great." Santana whispered and gave a small peck on Brittany's cheek.
"Thanks." She smiled.
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