Hot Magenta: Brittany & Santana
The only thing Brittany said when Santana proposed is that she wanted to wear pink.
They were two years out of high school, sharing a crappy sublet with Puck in West Hollywood where Santana did commercial work, Brittany taught hip hop aerobics at a little studio and Puck bartended between open mic nights. They barely had enough money for rent between the three of the most months, but when Santana inherited a decent ring from her grandmother, she knew that she couldn't let the opportunity pass her by.
"Don't worry, Puck, we're going to stay with you," Brittany promised him the same night over cold pizza leftover from the bar he worked at. "You're our person, you know, our family. We're not going to leave you on your own."
It's that promise that makes the self-professed badass hand over $300 in saved-up tips to Santana the next weekend. "Get Britt that pink dress she won't shut up about," he grumbled when he pressed the cash into the Latina's hand. She knew that he had been saving it for a plane ticket home for Hanukkah and wanted to refuse. However, the proud look in his hazel eyes reminded her that he was her best friend and that he wanted to do this for them. "Just make sure it's short so I have something hot to look at during the reception."
"What do you think of this one?" Santana asked when she took Brittany to a little discount boutique a few days later. It was a soft, champagne pink with a full skirt made of layered tulle. "It looks bridal."
"It looks like a cupcake," Brittany decided, cocking her head to the side. "It reminds me of Rachel Berry."
Shaking off thoughts of her former brunette advisory, Santana offered up another dress. This one had long sleeves and was made of blush-colored lace. "It's surprisingly pretty," Santana said, admiring the open back and little cap sleeves. "i'm not sure it's as revealing as Puck would prefer though."
"Well, it's Puck's day too," Brittany reminded her, even if it wasn't. She was just about to pick up some horrendous bubblegum pink shift when her hand landed on a strapless hot pink empire dress. It was a simple sheath that stood out amongst the sea of pink. "Oh, San, look at it. This is the one."
It was bright and screamed everything but bridal. However, as she watched Brittany's eyes light up, Santana knew that it had to be that dress and this girl to make her feel that way. She smiled at Brittany's reflection as the tall blonde held the fabric to her frame. "Puck will definitely approve of that length," she teased before pressing a kiss to Brittany's neck. "I can't wait until we get married."
Brittany turned around in the circle of her arms. "So let's not wait! I got my dress. We can call Puck and have him meet us down at City Hall. I'll even spring for In 'N Out afterward. You know how happy Puck gets when he gets his Animal Style on."
And so the world's most impromptu wedding was hatched. Within a half hour, Puck was dragging a garment bag behind him when he met Santana outside a woman's bathroom at the far end of the hall. She took the black Calvin Klein slipdress, a relic from her days with her father's bottomless credit card limit, and changed quickly. Puck managed to scam a bunch of flowers from a landscaper working outside and insisted that he walk each of the girls down the aisle. It was official fifteen minutes later, and Brittany had sat a plateful of burgers down in front of their mutual best friend as promised with the hour.
"You guys aren't going to stop having sex now that you're married, right?" he asked between bites of food. Sauce dribbled down his chin, his hazel eyes sparkling. "Cause you two are some of my best spank bank material now. I haven't had anything this good since San and Lauren got into that fight in high school."
Santana scowled at him while Brittany laughed. "Duh, no way," Brittany promised before gazing at her new wife. They had definite plans for a whole lot of sex later, especially since Puck was going to stay with one of the guys from the bar so they could have the place to themselves. Then she smiled at her friend. "Thanks for being our person today."
"I'll always be your person, Britt," he smiled fondly before knocking his foot against Santana's under the table. "Yours too, Satan."
"Just promise me that I can wear my pink dress when I walk you down the aisle when you marry Rachel Berry," Brittany told him seriously.
"Huh?"
"Oh, yeah, she didn't tell you yet?" Santana grinned. "Brittany's decided that you're going to marry Manhands, and she's already found just the dress."
"She'll love it," Brittany promised before kissing Santana happily n the cheek. "All brides deserve to wear pink!"