The day of the wedding had arrived. Santana had gotten up at six thirty despite going to bed at three in the morning. She was excited and couldn't sleep.
"Ugh, what time is it?" Quinn rolled over in the bed having been awakened by Santana's movements.
"Six-thirty," Santana turned her head to the side to look at Quinn who still had her eyes closed.
"Why are you awake?" the blonde rolled onto her stomach and pulled the covers over her shoulders. "The wedding doesn't start until six forty-five."
"I can't sleep," Santana answered, looking up at the ceiling.
"Nervous?" Quinn finally opened her eyes.
Santana thought for a moment, "No just excited."
"I'm guessing you're not going to go back to sleep."
"Probably not," the bride-to-be smiled.
Quinn groaned and heaved herself up off of the bed, "Alright well let's hit coffee shop before we go to the spa."
Brittany giggled as she looked through the wedding dresses on the rack. The night before they kinda forgot about the dress, but this morning Rachel woke up panicking. Brittany calmed her down and they got dressed and grabbed breakfast on the way to the bridal shop, calling her mom on the way to have her meet them there.
"So what are you looking for?" the woman that worked at the store asked.
Brittany shrugged and kept scanning the racks, "I don't know."
"Oh well when is the wedding?" the saleswoman asked.
"Six forty-five," she answered simply. She looked around for Rachel who disappeared as soon as they walked into the store.
"Today?"
Brittany nodded.
"Did something happen to your old dress?" the woman asked, bewildered.
"No," the dancer answered, "I just didn't know I was getting married until yesterday."
"You didn't know-?" The woman started, but Rachel walked up with another salesperson pushing a rolling rack behind her with a bunch of dresses on it.
"I found some," Rachel's eyes were sparkling as she rubbed her hands together. She looked at the saleswoman who was asking Brittany all the questions, "Where's the dressing room?"
Almost an hour later, Brittany's mom had shown up and after at least twenty dresses that never got a unanimous approval, Brittany was standing on a podium wearing a dress that had caused everyone in the room to go silent. She looked at herself from the strapless top to the bottom of the skirt that was layers with pieces that reminded her of flower pedals. She turned around to Rachel and asked, "So?"
"It's," Rachel paused and let out a faint smile, "It's beautiful Brittany."
Then the blonde turned to her mother. She had a tissue in her hand, looking at her daughter in the wedding dress. She sniffled, "It's perfect."
Brittany grinned, "Great. I'll take it."
The saleswomen walked off with the dress after Brittany changed and met them at the sales desk.
Rachel handed over her credit card before Brittany or her mom could open her purse.
"Oh Rachel, what are you-" Brittany's mom started.
"It's a wedding present," Rachel offered with a smile, "I think it's better than any toaster I could get."
Brittany hugged her friend, "Thanks Rach."
Santana and Quinn were sitting in a salon getting their hair done about an hour before the nuptials. Quinn sipped her champagne as she watched the stylist roll her hair in curlers. "I guess I don't get to get drunk and sleep with the best man."
"Not unless you wanna get down with Rachel," Santana chuckled.
"Might as well," Quinn shrugged, "My life has been so boring lately, I could use a major change up."
Santana wasn't sure if Quinn was serious, but couldn't care either way. She was about to get married to Brittany, "She did look good in that Cher tribute we did in glee."
"Not many people can pull off a huge black feather headdress like that," Quinn added offhandedly.
Santana was really starting to wonder about the inflection of Quinn's comments, but she didn't have much time to think it over before her phone buzzed in her purse. She pulled it out and read a text message from the subject of their conversation. We found a dress for B. You're going to cry when you see her. So beautiful :D
Santana shot a quick text back to Rachel and then turned to Quinn who drained the rest of her champagne. "Slow down. I need you to walk down the isle, not stumble."
"I'm fine," Quinn chuckled and set her glass on the table between them. "I'm just worried that you're going to have a nervous breakdown. The Santana Lopez I know is a commitment-phobe.
Santana let out a small smile, "If there was anyone in the whole world you think I could commit to who do you think it would be?"
"Brittany," Quinn grinned.
Rachel read the text that Santana sent back and let out an, "Aww…"
"What?" Brittany asked, looking at herself in the mirror in Rachel's apartment. Her hair was already done in soft curls and her make-up had been applied in a barely there manner that accentuated her eyes, but didn't take away from any other her other features.
"I sent a text to Santana that said we found a dress and you look beautiful and she said that you're beautiful all the time," Rachel pressed her phone to her chest and sighed, "God I wish I was marrying someone that says things like that."
Brittany beamed. Santana was a pretty awesome catch. She was ecstatic to be marrying her.
"So where is this place you're getting married?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know," Brittany shrugged, "I figured I'd put it in the GPS and hope we get there on time."
Rachel laughed, "I can't believe three days ago you didn't know you were getting married." She picked up her phone and opened up the GPS, "Where's the invitation you got? It has the name of the place on it."
Brittany dug in her purse and pulled out the invitation with piece of paper on the inside announcing that Marcus had been changed to Brittany. "The Lighthouse at Chelsea Piers."
"Oh my god," Rachel's mouth dropped open.
"What?" Brittany asked.
"That's like the place to get married," Rachel explained, "How much money does Santana make?"
Brittany thought for a moment and shrugged. She actually had no idea what Santana did for a living. Frankly she didn't care either. She just wanted Santana, not her money or her job.
"So why does the wedding start at six-forty five?" Quinn asked as she and Santana were putting their dresses on in one of the dressing rooms in the venue.
"It's approximately what time the sun sets," Santana explained, "It's gorgeous out the windows and over the harbor."
Quinn zipped up her dress on the side and looked at herself in the mirror. "Do you mind if I sneak a peek before the guests start arriving?"
"Go for it," Santana told her.
Quinn opened the door and stepped out, but Santana's voice stopped her.
"And Quinn," Santana called, "Thanks for doing this. It means a lot."
Quinn turned around and smiled, "Of course S." She walked back in and hugged Santana, "We've always been friends even when we weren't."
"Thanks Q," Santana smiled and pulled away.
Quinn smiled back before slipping out the door. She walked down the hallway and into the room where the wedding was going to take place. There were still decorators running around putting the finishing touches on things, but it still took her breath away. In the place of an alter was an arch made of white and lilac colored flowers in front of the wall of floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the harbor. A long white cloth was running down the middle isle with large white candles lit on the ground. Along the outside of the white, slatted chair were small leafless trees with fake snow scattered everywhere. It was a white and lilac winter wonderland.
Santana looked up from her what was in her hand when Quinn walked in. The blonde grinned, "I want to get married too."
Santana chuckled, "Does it look okay?"
"It's gorgeous San," Quinn sat down next to her friend, "Did you design it?"
"Down to the kind of lights that will be shining on us under the arch," Santana nodded, "I was going to have my dream wedding. It's kinda funny. When I was marrying Marcus, everything had to be perfect. Now that I'm marrying Brittany, I couldn't care less how it looks as long as I get to marry her. I would have been happy flying me, Brittany, you and Rachel to Vegas."
Before Quinn could reply and knock sounded on the door. Quinn walked over and opened it. Rachel was standing there in her bridesmaid dress looking a beautiful as ever, half of her hair pulled back and the other half curled to perfection.
"Hey," Rachel smiled at Quinn, "I think we have some things we need to hammer out before they walk down the isle. You know like how they're going to walk down the isle, their vows and all that stuff. Brittany said she doesn't care how they walk down the isle and she had already written her vows."
"I already wrote mine too," Santana smiled, standing up and walked to the door, "Is she here?" She peered out the door behind Rachel.
The shorter girl pushed both Quinn and Santana back into the room, "No peeking."
"Oh my god why don't they walk down the isle at the same time?" Quinn asked, "There's plenty of room beside those tree things. Then they can see each other at the same time. Me and Rachel can walk down the middle."
"Okay," Santana shrugged. She looked down in her hand, "Which one of you wants to carry these?" She showed them her great grandmother's rings.
"I can," Rachel offered.
Santana looked down at them, "Before I give these to you, remember that these are my great grandmother's and I will murder you if you lose them."
Rachel chuckled nervously, "Uh, okay."
Santana handed them over and looked at the clock on the wall, "Is everyone here? I want to get this show on the road."
Rachel laughed, "You still have thirty minutes."
The bride sighed, "I know."
"Can we start now?" was the first thing Brittany said to Rachel when she got back to her dressing room.
Rachel smirked, "Santana already asked that and no we can't start now. Not all the guests are here. Besides, you're still half naked."
Brittany looked down at herself. She was in lacy lilac lingerie and nothing else.
"Oh yeah," Brittany walked over to her dress what was hanging up.
"You know," Rachel closed the door behind her, "Your lingerie and your dress match the decorations. You know what that means?"
"What?" Brittany unzipped the cover to the dress.
"That this is so meant to be."