Memorial Day 2014 – Nick and Brittany's wedding
The affair was more informal than Kurt would have planned if he'd had a completely free hand but considering the limitations, he was fairly pleased with the result. Of course, the dresses were perfect; he didn't mind patting himself on the back for that accomplishment. It hadn't been easy to create dresses that complimented both Brittany's pale blond looks and Santana's darker looks at the same time. Brittany was only three months pregnant so hiding the baby bump with the Empire Waist line had been trivial and on the plus side it accentuated her tall graceful dancer's body.
Food had been more contentious. Ostensibly, the wedding was part of the Herrmann family annual Memorial Day picnic so the entire clan was there. Kurt put his foot down at the idea of serving the usual picnic fair but Mr. Pierce had balked at paying for all of those guests to eat fancy food when the groom wasn't even technically a member of the Herrmann family. Despite the fact that Nick refused to allow Dennis and Laura to formally adopt him when he was their foster son, they still considered him their son and were happy to pay for the catering at his wedding. Since they were supplying the venue and the entertainment as well, Kurt thought it rather cheap of Brittany's dad to complain about anything.
Two months of planning, bickering, and bargaining had led to this day. He'd had help from Jeff's mom and sisters, of course. Kurt inspected the men in the wedding party and decided that everyone looked as good as they were going to. Jeff in particular looked stunning but he might be prejudice on that account.
Kurt grabbed Mr. Pierce by the hand exclaiming, "Let's go see if your daughter is ready and get this show on the road."
Quinn Fabray wasn't really sure why she'd let herself get roped into this. She'd never really been that close to the ditsy blond who was getting married today. She watched Santana fuss over Brittany's hair and looked over at Tina who seemed to be about to burst into tears again for no apparent reason. Brittany had been wrong in most of her predictions in high school. She hadn't stayed close with most of New Directions. Mercedes was off pursuing her R & B career in Nashville. Rachel had fled to New York City and never looked back, refusing to even come home to visit her fathers for the holidays. Tina and Mike had broken up when she started college at Ohio State and he moved to California to attend Cal Tech. Brittany was still good friends with Tina but Mrs. Pierce had been the one to insist on adding Quinn to the wedding party. For her part, Quinn had agreed because she might meet someone at this weird wedding who wasn't a Lima loser like her other prospects. The Herrmanns were a rich clan, full of handsome blond studs, so her mother had insisted.
Mrs. Pierce eyed Santana with a scowl and interrupted her attentions snapping, "Stop that! Brittany your hair is perfect. You look stunning and with that dress no one is going to notice ...your condition. So Miss Lopez, please stop petting my daughter. In fact, why don't you girls give me a little alone time for a mother and daughter talk."
"I already know all about sex, Mama. Santana taught me everything when we were thirteen. You don't need to worry about anything because I've very good at it."
Brittany looked pleased with herself and seemed oblivious to her mother's discomfort.
"Well," Mrs. Pierce huffed. "Be that as it may, I'd still like to chat a bit, OK?"
Brittany smiled at Santana and nodded.
"It's OK."
The girls left the room and stood awkwardly outside the door.
"I wonder what they are talking about?" wondered Tina.
"It's not hard to guess," retorted Santana. "That women hates me. I'm sure she's trying to fill Brit's head about how it's time get me out of Nick's life. She's so delusional."
"The whole thing is pretty messed up," smirked Quinn. "The both of you? Sleeping and living with the same man? That's just so..."
"Wrong?" snapped Santana. "I don't care what you think Fabray. Brittany and I aren't with Nick. We're all together. The three of us. That's right; in every dirty kinky combination you can think of. And we love it. We love each other and there is nothing wrong with that or us."
No matter how many times they explained it, most people, including Brittany's parents refused to accept it. In their minds, Brittany and Santana were rivals for Nick's affections and Brittany had won, forever relegating Santana to the status of the other woman.
Kurt approached their little cluster with Mr. Pierce in tow.
"Come on, ladies! It's time to get in your places with the groomsmen. We're about to start. Is Brittany ready? Never mind I need to check everything myself," he continued as he dragged Mr. Pierce with him into the room.
The ladies joined the groom and the groomsmen in a cluster outside where they were to start. Jeff, as Nick's best man, was reassuring Nick for the hundredth time that he looked great.
"You have the ring?" he asked again.
"Yes. Dude, chill," Jeff assured him. "Just look around; Kurt did a great job and it's going to be perfect. I'll be right beside you so you'll be fine."
The bride and groom were to stand in the gazebo by the pond behind the Herrmann's yard. Temporary folding chairs had been set up and the guests were already seated. There was no bride and groom's side because Brittany didn't have that many guests and the entire Herrmann clan was in attendance, taking up most of the seating.
Nick took his place and watched as the music started and Brittany's little brother and sister walked down the aisle throwing flower peddles, followed by Santana and Jeff, Tina and Trey (one of Nick and Jeff's paintball compadres from Dalton) and finally Quinn and Todd. Todd was their third in command on the current paintball team that Jeff commanded.
Nick looked down the aisle nervously after everyone was in place. Santana caught his eye and winked. Everything is going to be fine, he thought as Jeff clapped him on the back.
Kurt was sitting in the front row with Jeff's mother and father. Nick's mom was sitting in the same row in the aisle seat. Nick smiled at her and she started crying. She really wasn't so bad when he managed to keep her sober. Nick had given her picture to the bartender with express orders to not serve her anything alcoholic. He was supposed to smile and make a non alcoholic version of anything she asked for. He was really hoping that would work. She'd been sober for about six months this go round, a new record, and he really didn't want her to ruin his wedding.
The first bars of "Here Comes the Bride" started and Nick felt a new round of butterfly flutters start in his gut. There she was, walking toward him on her father's arm looking positively radiant. This was the first time he'd seen her in the wedding dress and he was impressed. She looked amazing. Of course, Brittany always looked amazing but the best part was the huge smile on her face. She paused every few steps and waved excitedly at the audience and all the tensions Nick had melted away. His only regret was that Santana, while she'd be standing next to Brittany, wasn't officially joining them today. He kept reminding himself that it didn't matter. The marriage was for the baby, not him. They were together and fuck society and their stupid rules that claimed love only came in pairs.
Nick barely paid attention during the justice of the peace's long talk and before he knew it was time for the vows. They'd written their own over Kurt's objection. This was going to be the worst part because even though he'd rehearsed it so many times Nick was afraid he'd choke and forget what he was saying.
Brittany started first, "Nick Spencer..." She turned and looked directly at the guests and explained, "I'm keeping my own name because Brittany S. Pierce is famous and nobody knows who Brittany S. Spencer is because she doesn't even exist. I'm pretty sure my viewers would get confused if they tuned into to Fondue for Two and I said the is Fondue for Two with Brittany S. Spencer and they'd be saying who is that chick? And where is Brittany S. Pierce? And that wouldn't be good."
Santana leaned in a whispered something in Brittany's ear. Nick was biting his lip to keep from laughing.
"Oh, yeah, vows. Nick Spencer," she continued. "I promise that I'll give you blowjobs when I'm on the rag because I love you. Unless I'm feeling really sick or something in which case you just have to take care of it yourself.
Nick looked out at the shocked audience and grinned like an idiot because he was the luckiest guy alive and he knew it.
"Also, I promise to still love you even if you start getting a little bit chubby because I don't mind a little bit of fat to hold on to, and you'd be kind of cute with a little beer belly. I could totally give you belly raspberries and make you laugh. Those are really fun but only if you have a little fat on the tummy. I used to give them to Lord Tubbington all the time before he went to live on that farm really far away."
"And finally, I love you more than anyone else except Santana," with those words, the two woman linked pinkies and smiled as Brittany continued, "so I promise to be with you until you die. Or I die, whichever comes first."
Nick couldn't help it, he was so moved by Brittany's heartfelt speech that he kissed her.
"Young man, you're getting ahead of yourself," admonished the Justice.
"Sorry. Well, that's a hard act to follow," said Nick nervously. "Brittany S. Pierce, I love you with all my heart and I promise to take care of you, always try to make you smile, be kind, gentle, and patient. I'll be there for you no matter what happens in the future; I promise that you can count on me. I'll be a good husband and a good father."
"By the power vested in me by the state of Ohio, I pronounce you husband and wife. Now you can kiss the bride."
Nick pulled Brittany into an inappropriately long and passionate kiss before turning and running down the aisle together as the guests threw a mixture of glitter and rose peddles that Kurt had insisted on.
I'm never going to get all of this glitter out of my hair, thought Nick as he made it to the end of the gauntlet.
They danced together as Ali and her girls' band Strawberry Surprise Treat played "Dream A Little Dream". The song selection, like everything about the wedding, had been contentious. Everyone had an idea of what the first dance song should be including Ali since she'd be singing it. She had wanted to pimp some of her original songs but Kurt pointed out that she had the entire reception to be putting those on display.
After the first dance, Brittany danced with her father while Nick danced with Santana. Crunchy Explosion gave a brief reunion concert with Jeff taking lead. He hadn't really had much time for singing since he started college. He played soccer in the fall, Lacrosse in the spring, paintball year round, and gaming with Nick and maintaining a long distance relationship with Kurt took up the remainder of his time not spent in class. He was a very busy young man and something had to go.
Kurt and Jeff danced until Jeff begged to be let out of his suit. Unfortunately, all too soon, the entire event devolved into the Herrmann traditional rough and tumble get together as formal wear was shed for shorts and t-shirts. Guests that were there for just the wedding disappeared.
Kurt spent much of the day catching up with Jeff's mom, Laura, and Jeff's sisters, Ali and Morgan. By the time Nick, Brittany, and Santana climbed into the limo to go to the hotel for the wedding night, Kurt was willing to call the event a success.
-O-O-
Nick picked Brittany up and carried her into the hotel honeymoon suite while Santana held the door for them. There was no justice of the peace to officiate but their ceremony was no less real to Nick.
"Santana, I love you," he said simply as he slid the ring on her finger.
"Me too" added Brittany as she slid a second ring on her lover's hand. Santana added her rings to Nick and Brittany's so that they all had matching double rings. Brittany then insisted that they go back outside so Nick could carry Santana over the threshold too.
"Are you guys going to carry me as well?" he teased.
Soon the three of them were laughing as they recounted the various combinations of who could carry whom over the threshold. Nick ended the conversation with, "I call middle!" as he jumped onto the bed.
"No fair," pouted Brittany as she crawled into bed next to him. "I wanted to be middle."
"You snooze you lose, my sweet bride. You can be middle next time, I promise." Turning to Santana, who was digging through her bag for supplies, he asked sweetly, "Can I have the purple one? You know I love the purple one."
Santana playfully swatted his ass and admonished him, "You know better. You don't get to decide but since it's our wedding night, I'll let it slide."
"You're not going to spank me?" he asked mockingly.
"Only if you're good," she replied as she snuggled up to him and leaned over to kiss Brittany.
"That is kinky."