Okay, while I don't feel like writing this as of late, I am. I feel like I owe you to end the story. I most likely, IF YOU WANT, will make a sequel. I don't know, though. Also, I'm sorry for the wait. I have been busy then I was kinda not in the mood to right about love. However, here is my story. Thank you all for reading, and reviewing.
Santana sat on a couch as Quinn looked through dresses for the wedding. Rachel had already picked hers out and now Quinn was to pick out hers. Santana laughed as her friend went cross eyed.
"They all look the same, S."
"Pick one you like."
"They're all the same though!" Quinn complained. Santana shook her head and got up. She walked over to the dresses and picked two for the blonde to try and sent her into the changing room. The place they were at was a small business. She was surprised that they were going to have such a simple wedding. Rachel could easily afford her dream wedding, but she didn't go fo it. She even swore off huge designer names for her dress and Quinns.
"Santana, it's not about the label!" Rachel said as she glared at the Latina.
"You don't want a Vera Wang or anything?"
"No. Because when I walk down that isle, I won't care about what label she's wearing. I'll see her and that's all I'll see. She's all I ever see."
Santana had thought it was sweet what Rachel said, but promised herself to give Brittany whatever she wanted when that time came for them. Santana had always wanted the big fairytale wedding, and she found her princess. All she had to do now was make her, her queen.
"So what do you think?" Santana dropped her jaw.
"Whoa." Quinn giggled.
"So is this it?" Santana nodded. Quinn walked back into the dressing room and smiled at herself in the mirror. She was getting married in a two weeks, and she couldn't wait. She unzipped the dress and got dressed. She was nervous. Rachel was her everything and she wanted the wedding to go perfectly, or she might die.
Brittany sat at the booth with Rachel as they waited for their significant others to arrive. Quinn had found her dress just in time to meet them for lunch. Rachel had come over with Quinn but stayed with Brittany as the girls left. The short brunette was stressed about the wedding, and Brittany didn't know why. Rachel wanted to get married; she didn't know what there was to be stressed about. Well, they were saying their own vows, but Brittany didn't understand how that was hard.
"Babe, why are Quinn and Rachel writing their own vows?"
"So it means more I guess."
"What is a vow…?" Brittany asked Santana as she sat next to her on their bed.
"A promise."
"Oh.. I vow to make awesome love to you?" Brittany said questioning herself. Santana laughed but nodded.
The blonde smiled to herself. Making vows was easy, maybe she could help Rachel. Rachel was stressed. She thought she was going to get through it with ease, but Quinn hadn't helped much with the planning. The blonde helped as much as she could, but it still wasn't really enough. Rachel didn't think that Quinn was nearly as stressed as her, and it wasn't fair.
"Hey baby." Santana said kissing Brittany's cheek and sitting next to her in the booth. Quinn sat next to Rachel and did the same. The small brunette smiled at her fiancé, no matter how stressed she was, Quinn made her feel better. Rachel leaned into the blonde and rested her head against her shoulder.
"Hi, I'm Lucy. I'll be your waitress today. How may I help you?" a red head said holding a pad of paper.
"Orange Juice, please." Brittany said as she noticed the other girls were distracted. Hearing Brittany, the other girls ordered. Quinn glared at the table across from them. Brittany dropped her brow and looked over to see three older women whispering with disgusted looks on their faces.
"Do you want to move?" Rachel asked her fiancé.
"Why would we need to, it's just a couple bible fuckers." Santana said looking at the blonde in front of her.
"I grew up with those looks." she whispered looking at the table.
"I'm not following." the Latina said.
Quinn drew in a deep breath before speaking.
"I grew up with extremely religious parents. I was more of a rebellious child than they wanted."
"When she was 16, she got drunk and had sex with a football guy, hoping to rid herself of the feelings she was starting to have for girls, more specifically me. Although, I didn't know at the time." Rachel continued.
"Why'd you tell them then?" Santana asked. She felt out of the loop. She was the only one that didn't know.
"I was pregnant. Aside from my boyfriend, no one knew. I hid until I couldn't anymore. One dinner, my boyfriend came over and he sang a song about it. They gave me thirty minutes to pack. The look in their eyes..." Quinn said as her eyes started tearing up.
"She was 16 and pregnant, and homeless. I offered her a place to stay, but she declined. Instead, she stayed with her boyfriend who thought it was his baby. I found out it wasn't and told him. Making her homeless again." Santana was shocked. Looking at Quinn, she would've never guessed.
"I wasn't mad at Rachel, though. She did what I was too afraid to. So, when she offered again, I said yes."
"After giving the baby up, Quinn's parents, or just her mom, they got a divorce, wanted her to move back in. What Judy didn't know was that during Quinn's pregnancy, we went from enemies, to friends, to lovers. She didn't want to hide, so she asked me and Britt to come over."
"We did, of course. We came over for dinner one night, and she told her mom. We didn't get to sing but it was still awesome." Brittany said smiling.
"What'd you tell them?" Santana asked as the waitress gave them their food.
"I looked at my mom and grabbed Rachel's hand and told her 'I'm gay. I know what you believe, but please Mom. Don't make me go.' She got up and came back with a few suitcases."
"She told her that she didn't want anything in the room after tonight. To make it seem like Quinn had never been there. Judy said 'I'll have no dyke in this house.'" The diva continued.
"Quinn stood up, got the suitcases and looked her mom in the eye. She slapped her. Then we packed." Quinn smiled at Brittany who apparently liked that part of the story.
"The looks I got from her that night, I will never forget them." Quinn said taking a bite of food but looking at the table of women. Brittany heard one of the ladies say 'dyke' and got angry. She whispered into Santana's ear and the Latina nodded. The blonde smiled and kissed her passionately. They heard the ladies shut up, the couple across from them smiled at their antics.
"It got them to shut up. Point for me!" Brittany said triumphantly. As the girls ate, they continued chatting. As the ordered desert, a lady with short brown hair came up to their table.
"Can we help you?" Santana asked rudely. This was what looked to be the head of the bitchy table.
"No, but I can help you."
"How?" Rachel asked already annoyed.
"I can help you turn from your sin, and go to heaven." Quinn looked at the table as the other three girls rolled their eyes.
"Those who commit homosexuality deserve death." The lady said holding herself high. It reminded Quinn of her father.
"Leviticus."
"Excuse me?"
"You're taking that from Leviticus. You know, I studied that chapter when I was younger. Out of the 18 sexual sins that God talks about, only one of them is about homosexuality. Also, didn't Jesus say 'He who has not sinned, cast the first stone.'?"
"I'm far better than you four creatures. You'll all go burn in hell for eternity."
"We'll see you there." Santana said smirking. The lady glared, but it didn't faze any of the girls.
"Oh you speak English? Wow, I didn't know you people started learning it now. How long have you been away from home?"
"Cono…" Santana muttered.
"Excuse me?"
"I live here. I'm from here, actually. I'm even a lawyer." She said gritting her teeth. Rachel looked at the Latina who was obviously trying not to raise her voice. The diva stood up and looked at the lady who wasn't much taller than herself. The lady looked at her coldly as she walked past her without a word. The three girls at the table watched as the small brunette walked up to the bar and got a large cup filled with something Santana couldn't decipher. The blondes started smiling, and trying to suppress their laughter. The lady opened her mouth to say something but Rachel got their in time to throw the drink in the woman's face. Purple slushy ran down the woman's face and dress.
"This conversation was getting too heated. I cooled you off. Purple was my favorite." Rachel said with the straightest face she could muster. The lady walked off still in shock as the four girls laughed
Brittany sat in bed as Santana took a shower. Today had been interesting. Lunch had been, at least. What Rachel did had been hilarious; the ladies dress was ugly, so actually, Rachel was doing her a favor. She was glad Quinn was okay. Sometimes, when people would confront them, she would get really upset and cry. Or she would yell, which scared the blonde. Quinn practically never yelled. Santana stepped into the bedroom and smiled at her girlfriend.
"What're you thinking about?" she asked the blonde as she laid next to her. She propped her head on her hand and laid on her side.
"Quinn. I'm glad she's okay. After lunch I mean."
"Me too, are you okay?"
"Do you think God would let us go to hell, just for loving each other?"
"No, I don't Britt. I think he's too busy to care about who loves who. Plus, you're like the sweetest person every, so if anyone's going to heaven, it's you." Brittany smiled and took Santana's free hand in hers.
"You're sweeter." She whispered as sleep started coming over her.
"No, you are." The Latina said silently laughing at her girlfriend who was fighting sleep.
"No, I think you are. But we'd always argue if we both tried to win. Because when you find 'Miss Perfect', you'll think she's the sweetest person ever. And since you're my perfect, and I'm yours, we'll always disagree." The blonde mumbled and fell asleep. Santana turned off the lights and laid her head against the pillow. Sometimes, Brittany amazed her with the words that came out her mouth.
*So, I thought I would clarify what Santana said when the lady called her illegal. She called her a cunt, but I don't know if Google translator was correct. Sorry if it's wrong.*