Hey gang! Ready for some drama? Well if not; turn back now. If so; prepare yourself. I wrote this late last night so it's a bit rough. All mistakes are mine.

So here you go. Enjoy and don't forget to review

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Rascal Flatt's "What Hurts the most"

"BERRY!" Rachel sits up from the end of her bed when she hears her girlfriend's voice boom from downstairs. She knows she only gets called Berry when Santana is really annoyed or pissed off about something and judging by the way that she is bounding up the stairs and down the hallway to her room; it's definitely the latter. Problem is: Rachel has no idea what she did this time to make Santana so angry. "Yes Santana," she says calmly as the Latina barrows into her bedroom.

"What's this shit I hear about you going to prom with Hudson this year?" Rachel tenses and Santana isn't oblivious to it.

"And where did you hear that?" Rachel asks.

"Oh cut the fucking bullshit Rachel!" The smaller girl jumps back on her bed in an attempt to create some distance between her and the raging girl in front of her. Being too close is definitely a hazard to her health right now. "I heard from the jackass's mouth. He said that you asked him to prom and he accepted. Is that true or not?" Rachel watches as the Latina crosses her arms and looks at her with that challenging glare that is almost saying "I dare you to lie to me". So she doesn't.

"Yes, I did ask him," Santana huffs and throws her arms up in the air, "but you know why I had to."

"And why the hell is that?" Almost immediately, the glare is back and Rachel loses her words. She knows why she asked Finn to prom and she's pretty sure Santana knows too but having to say the words, to remind the girl she had fallen in love with of the pact they had made when they got together in the first place; was suddenly a lot harder with Santana looking at her like this. She decides to trend lightly and very cautiously. "Santana, baby, you know love you right?"

"Most of the time," Santana growls and despite the icy tone in her voice, Rachel continues.

"And you also know that when we started this I was dating Finn?"

"Unfortunately."

"And because of that I still love him too and I asked him to prom because I knew he would accept and you still aren't ready to be out with this." Santana's eyes widen and instead of pure anger, Rachel begins to see the real hurt in her eyes. She really doesn't want to have this conversation right now. She'd much rather cuddle with her girlfriend and watch one of the Bring it on movies like they had planned. But it doesn't look like that's going to happen. "What the fuck Rachel?" Santana yells. "I told you just last week that because I loved you, I was willing to take that step. And I would do so by PUBLICLY asking you to our goddamn senior prom. And if I remember correctly, you said that you would 'love that and nothing would make you happier'. And then you go ahead and ask that fucking son of a bitch Hudson?"

"Santana, please calm down so we can talk about this," Rachel attempts to pacify the pacing girl but to no avail.

"No Rachel! NO! I will not calm down because I can't believe that after all we've been to each other, you would throw all that away for some stupid ass boy." Just then, Rachel notices the tears starting to form in the Latina's eyes and she quickly springs from the bed and launches herself at her. But Santana pushes her away. Hard. She hits the back of her legs on the end of her bed and topples backwards onto the mattress. "No Rachel. You will not touch me," Santana shouts. "You know what, I can't do this. Rachel you have to choose. Right now. Me or him?" Propping herself up on her elbows, Rachel looks at her Cheerio as she openly starts to cry in front her. She wants to just tell the other girl what she knows she wants to hear but unfortunately, she can't. "But I can't San," She says timidly. "You know I love you both too much to lose either one of you."

"Well too late. Because if you can't pick who you want, I will make the decision for. I'm done."

"But San," Rachel pleads as she watches the Latina walks out of her room. And out of her life.

Ten years later

"Hey Rachel, did you get the mail today?" A small brunette hears her husband say from the kitchen.

"Not yet honey," she says getting up from the couch. "I'll go get in now."

"Thanks Rach." She smiles as she slips on her flats, opens the door and exits their New York apartment. All her life, she had dreamed of moving to New York, living in a dream apartment or condo on 5th Avenue, with the dream job and the dream husband. For a while she wasn't sure that last part would come true but when Finn decided to follow her as she worked to follow her goals; she knew everything would turn out the way that it was supposed to be. As she walks down the four flights of stairs (because exercise is important), she can't help but wonder how different her life could've been if she hadn't married Finn. Of course she loves him. Always has. She just tends to wonder if she really made the right choice so many years ago.

When she gets to the rows of mailboxes in the first floor lobby, she is greeted by her favorite doorman. "Good morning, Mrs. Hudson," the young man says with a bright smile.

"Good morning, Aaron," she says energetically. "And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Rachel?" She pulls out her keys, unlocks the mailbox labeled "Hudson" and retrieves the envelopes inside.

"I'm sorry Miss Rachel," he says timidly. Close enough.

"No need to be sorry." She closes the mailbox and removes her key. "Have a good day, Aaron," she says walking towards the elevator this time.

"You too Miss Rachel."

As soon as the doors of the elevator close, Rachel starts flipping through the numerous amounts of envelopes. Bills. Advertisements. Magazine subscription notices. Basically the same old, same old. But one small square envelope stands out from the rest. It's directed to Mrs. Rachel Hudson and the return address is unfamiliar. She rips the seal and removes a note inside.

I got this a few days ago and I don't know why I'm sending it to you but I thought that you should know.

-Mercy

Taking her best friend's warning, she carefully pulls out the very neatly decorated stationary.

You have been cordially invited to the wedding of

Miss Santana Maria Lopez

and

Miss Christina Lucia Castillo

Rachel doesn't even finish reading before her chest tightens and her heart drops. When was the last time she had spoken to Santana? Ten years. It's been ten years since she had last spoken to the former cheerleader and now she's getting married? Rachel isn't sure why she feels so hurt about the news. They have been broken up for ten years now and she and Finn are closing in on their fifth anniversary. She should be happy about hearing that her old girlfriend has found her happiness and is getting married. Right? Then why doesn't she?

Maybe it's because she never really finished having feelings for her and only girlfriend. Sure they had only been seeing each other for about a year, but it was enough time for her to fall in love. The first problem; she was also dating one Finn Hudson. The arrangement when she and Santana started was that she was to continue dating Finn to keep up appearances until Santana was ready to come out. The second problem: Rachel was still very much in love with Finn and had fallen for Santana as well. And the other girl fell even harder. So when Santana stormed out of her room on that night, they both weren't just broken up. They were both heartbroken. Many nights, Rachel found herself crying herself to sleep. She missed the Latina but she just couldn't afford to break things off with Finn. She loved him way too much and he did fit the picture of her dream after all.

So despite the tightness in her chest, the red and puffy appearance of her eyes and the soreness in her throat, she wasn't going to let losing one of the loves of her life stop her life. After all, Santana was the one that walked away; not her. So on following Monday, she walked into the McKinley High school and walked through the halls like nothing happened. She kissed and hugged Finn like the perfect girlfriend would and started living her life like she imagined it before Santana Lopez first kissed her lips and captured her heart. And she was doing well until the very moment she saw the tan skinned Cheerio walk by and seeing the cold indifference in her eyes, brought all the pain and sadness back to the surface.

As she continued building a stronger relationship with Finn, Rachel's relationship with Santana fell apart piece by piece. At first, they just stopped talking to each other beyond school related things. But when the glances turned to glares and the greetings turned to insults; Rachel knew that the love that Santana had for her wasn't enough to fight for what they had. After graduation, they lost touch and even with Finn by her side, Rachel wished more than anything that she and Santana would have had the time to talk. Maybe amend things and at least become friends again. Maybe more. Either way, she would've had her best friend back.

'But why contact me now? Why after all these years of not a word, would Mercedes think that I would want to see my ex-girlfriend get married to some unknown woman? Especially after the way we ended.' Rachel thinks as she exits the elevator when it reaches her floor. She's still staring at the invitation in her hand when she walks back into the apartment. "So anything important?" she jumps at the tenor of the voice radiating from the kitchen. With so much thinking about Santana, she had almost who she's actually married to. Who she had actually chosen. "Nothing but the usual," she says dropping the other mail on the couch. "I'm going to hang out in the bedroom for a bit."

"Okay babe." She takes the invite, walks into their shared bedroom and closes the door. Sitting down on the end, she takes a deep a breath and opens the envelope again.

Come help us celebrate our union on the

Twenty-fourth of April,

Two thousand and twenty-two

"April 24th? That's next week," Rachel thinks aloud. At the bottom of the paper, she notices a number to call and RSVP. It's been ten years. Ten whole years and Rachel can't understand the urge she has to call. Maybe it's her need to hear that raspy, sultry voice one more time. Maybe it's her need to clear air. She never had the chance to say everything she had wanted to say so many years ago. She never had the chance to make a real choice about her future. Santana made that choice for when she walked out of her bedroom. And now, with Santana's future presented in front of her, Rachel can't help but think of the past and how she wishes she would've done more to keep her relationship with the Latina and prove to her just how much she meant to her. As she stares at the phone across the room, contemplating whether or not to pick it up and dial the number, she finally, after these years, finds the right words.

But I know if I could do it over

I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart

That I left unspoken

What hurts the most

Was being so close

And havin' so much to say

And watchin' you walk away

And never knowin'

What could've been

And not seein' that loving you

Is what I was tryin' to do