A/N: Look another update. and it didn't take me two years this time :) i'm so glad you guys are still reading this. i'm sorry for the log ass delay. i promise i will update regularly. enjoy guys. this is short but i'm already working on the next one.
Santana was in the shower when she heard a door slam shut. She heard the bedroom door slam shut as well and in merely seconds heard loud knocks against the bathroom door. Shit. Things obviously didn't go well. Good thing I locked the door, or she might electrocute me in the shower. maybe I should just hide in here.
"I know you're in there Lopez. Get out now." Brittany yelled through the locked door, pounding even harder.
Well might as well face the music..
"Just a second Britt". She quickly got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom. She saw the fuming blonde lying on the bed muttering to herself, unaware of her presence. Fuck, she looks hot when she's mad. Down boy. The last thing I need is a boner. Turn away Lopez.
She quickly walked towards her closet and with her back to the blonde finally decided to let her presence be known.
"Hey B. So, how was it?"
Brittany turned towards her and glared. Her usual friendly baby blues were cold and icy.
"You owe me" the blonde practically spat at her.
Santana winced and swallowed before answering softly.
"I knew it. I'm so sorry Britt. I'll give you anything you want. Tell me how to make it up to you" Brittany glared at the latina for a while longer before moving aside making room for Santana to join her on the bed. Santana stared at the blonde, shocked by the gesture. Brittany looked at her again and then patted the empty space next to her and looked away again. Santana smiled softly to herself and lied down next to the blonde, making sure to not let their bodies touch. They stayed like that for a long moment, enjoying the comfortable silence. Brittany let out a long sigh.
"You never told me you liked walnut cake." Santana frowned at that.
"I hate walnut cake."
"Your mother says you like walnut cake."
"What?" Santana looked shocked. "My mother never let us eat any cake. Walnut cake?" Brittany chuckled and nodded.
"She also thinks my flowers should be carnations, my dress should be polyester, and our color for the wedding should be yellow."
"My mother said all that?" Santana looked absolutely stunned. "My mother?"
Brittany turned towards her, too tired to be mad anymore. She closed the distance between them and laid her head on Santana's shoulder almost cuddling in to her grateful for the comfort and too tired to think about what it means. Santana stiffened for a minute before wrapping an arm around the blonde. She heard Brittany sigh happily and felt comfortable holding the woman in her arms. Santana felt peaceful and happy but only for a moment. The next words out of the blonde's mouth made her cringe.
"We're all eating together tonight. Make reservations for six."
Santana groaned. "Six?"
"The Harpers, Pansy, Gertrude, and us."
"Bloody Hell. I'm sorry I lied, God." Santana looked up at the ceiling and whined. "I'm sorry I tried to pass this woman off as my fiancée last spring. Please stop punishing me."
Brittany went on brightly, in her best chirpy voice. "And then we'll do this again at Thanksgiving and Christmas. And Easter, if we're still married."
"Oh fuck. just kill me now" Santana stood, bumping Brittany off of her, and went to make the reservations.
They survived dinner.
On the bad side, Julie got drunk, as usual, and Harper made a pass at Pansy, and Gertrude left before dessert to go back to her room and sleep. On the good side, nobody insulted anyone blatantly, Pansy thought Santana was wonderful, and Gertrude didn't pull her aside and tell her to get rid of the crazy blonde.
All in all, Brittany thought as she sat in bed making a list of things to do for the wedding, they'd gotten through it. Now only two more days until the wedding, and all these people would go home.
Santana came into the bedroom wearing sinfully short shorts and a tight tank top and Brittany lost her breath. The latina had a beautiful body, firm and muscled, yet curvy and feminine. I want to draw her, Brittany thought. I want to paint her. Oh to hell with that, I want to—
"Where the hell did we get those lamps?" Santana pointed to the ginger jars on each side of the high-tech chrome bed frame. Brittany found her voice. "Julie's wedding present."
"They're yellow."
Right. She didn't like color. Brittany's lust faded a little.
"I don't think ginger jars come in black leather. I'll move them when my furniture comes."
Santana got into bed beside her. "It's yellow."
Santana frowned a bit and then grabbed a book from the bedside table and put on her reading glasses.
Brittany stared at her. She's so hot and equally annoying. maybe a bit more hot than annoying. Stop staring and Say something, she told herself. Say something fast before you lean over and bite her.
"My mom loves you."
"I know," the latina replied without looking away from the book. "She told me."
"Aren't you glad?"
"Yes," she said from her book. "My mother likes you too."
Gertie likes me? "How can you tell?"
"Coz she spoke to you."
Santana was so close and she wasn't paying any attention to her and it was all Brittany could do to breathe. She put her hand on Santana's book, and the brunette looked up.
"I'm glad she likes me. She's really very nice. She bought me long underwear today because she said it gets cold in Ohio in the winter. She bought you some too."
Santana's face was blank. "Long underwear."
"It's really sweet, Santana. She wanted us to be warm."
"We have heating and besides now you're gonna be warm enough for both of us." Santana went back to her book. "I like it better cold."
Well, no surprises there. Brittany sighed and gave up and went back to her list.
"Did you get the rings?"
"What rings?"
"Wedding bands."
"Oh." Santana frowned. "Why don't you go get one that will go with your ring? You can get the right size that way too."
"What about yours?"
"Mine?"
Brittany looked at her, exasperated. "Not planning on wearing a ring?" she said, and for some reason Caroline sprang into her mind.
"Well, no."
"It's traditional," she said, investing the words with enough weight so that Santana could translate them into You'd better.
Santana did what she'd been trying to avoid doing ever since she'd walked into the bedroom: she looked at Brittany, propped on the pillows beside her. The thin cotton T-shirt was pulled over her breasts by the weight of the covers, and her golden blonde gleamed in the lamplight and her eyes were deep, and she clenched her hands into fists on her book to keep from reaching for the blonde. The almost cuddling they did earlier, sprang to her mind while she took deep breaths trying to control her thoughts.
That's not all that's traditional, she thought. If I wear a wedding ring, do I get a wedding night? Then another thought chased that one away: Are you out of your fucking mind?
"Maybe I'll sleep on the couch." She quickly got out of bed. Make a note to stay out of beds with Brittany, She told herself. A big all caps note.
"What did I say?" Brittany asked confused about the sudden weirdness.
"Nothing Britt. We'll go get rings tomorrow. I'll pick you up at eleven again. Good night. Sleep well" Santana gave herself one more glance at the blonde where she sat warm and glowing in the lamplight and then bolted from the room.
Brittany spent Tuesday trying to organize a wedding with the three witches helping. Julie and the mothers fought over napkins, centerpieces, vows, showers, favors, appetizers, the bar, the music, and the judge. The only thing they agreed on was that Santana and Brittany should get married, and Brittany wasn't sure Gertrude was behind that one hundred percent.
Tuesday night they had another dinner from hell.
At one point, when Pansy was away from the table, Julie brought up the question of who was going to give Brittany away.
"Santana said your father's still alive. Don't you think he'd want to give you away?"
"My mother will give me away." Brittany's voice was so tense that even Julie caught on and didn't mention it again.
Wednesday, Quinn drove in and stopped at the house. She looked around and approved. "This is great. I'll have to come back when you've got it done."
"Oh, please do." Brittany sat down on the bottom stair step and started to cry. "I've been so lonely and frazzled and crazed, and everything's been nuts here, and the three mothers are driving me insane, and I haven't even had a chance to paint the walls, let alone a canvas and—"
Quinn looked confused. "Three mothers?"
"—and the wedding's tomorrow and that's when my furniture's coming, and you're going to be a bridesmaid and everything's just a mess." Brittany sniffed and looked up at Quinn. "I thought this was going to make my life easier."
"Marriage?" Quinn shook her head and softly smiled. "You thought wrong. Safer, maybe, more secure, but easier? Nope."
Brittany scowled at her. "Why didn't you tell me that before?"
Quinn sat down beside her on the stairs. "Because I wanted to be a bridesmaid. Explain the three mothers part to me again."
A/N : Well there you have it guys. next up: Wedding/ moving day..R&R