Chapter 7

*Reposting*

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

"Dear, have you seen my lucky underwear? You know, the red one?" The brunette sighs in frustration. "I swear I've looked everywhere but I can't bloody find it."

The tall blonde props herself on her elbow, grabbing the comforter to cover her naked body. "Santana, it's in the bag, right under your white shirts, remember? I placed all your lucky underwear in it so you'll find them easily."

"Oh. Right." Santana smiles sheepishly and went on to rummage through the closet. "Ohhhhhh! Found it!" She then dropped her towel and started to get dressed, earning a wolf whistle from the blonde. "Really?"

"What?" The blonde shrugged, causing Santana to roll her eyes. "I just...never thought this will happen."

"Really?" Santana looks at the woman she just married before going back to getting dressed. "And why's that?"

"Well, for starters..." She hangs her head to the side, eyes still focused on the brunette. "She was the first one you asked to see as soon as you woke up." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"I had to end something first before I could begin a new chapter in my life."

"I know. I just thought you'll choose her." Santana smiles sadly as she walks towards her spouse.

"There's no choice to make. It's you."

"Yeah?"

"Always. Now, I have to get to work. See you later?"

"Don't go." The blonde pouts. "We've just come back from our 'honeymoon'."

"I won't be gone for long. I just have a meeting with a couple of advertisers, then I'm free."

"Don't go."

"I don't want to, sweetheart, but I have to. We need them. Well, sort of. We want to get the magazine started really soon."

"Fine." She huffed before lying back on the bed and bringing the comforter higher so her entire body is covered.

Santana chuckles, playfully dragging the comforter away from her wife's body. "Oh come on!" She exclaims as the taller woman gets away from her touch.

"Go. Your colleagues are waiting for you, I guess."

"Britt." Santana giggles again, kissing Brittany's exposed shoulder. "Britt, come on."

"Santana, stop it! You should go. You've been itching to attend that meeting anyway."

"Only because of what it would mean for us." She says coolly. "I need to keep this thing up and running as soon as possible. I can't have the rest of the investors and advertisers backing out because we couldn't reach the deadline."

Brittany sighs, but still didn't face Santana. "I'm being unreasonable, am I not?"

"A little. Just a tad bit unreasonable. But still cute."

"I'm sorry." She pouts again.

"It's fine, babe." Santana smiled and kissed the blonde before getting off the bed - only to be dragged back down by Brittany's strong hands. Immediately, soft, pink lips crashed into red ones.

"Hmmmm..." Santana moans into the kiss.

"That's better. Now off you go!" Brittany says cheekily, but her face changed into a confused one.

"What's wrong, B?"

"Are you -." She grabs Santana's hand once again and her expression changed from confusion to ecstatic. "You're wearing your ring." She states happily. "On your ring finger."

"Oh. Yeah. I am. I am." The brunette beams at her wife.

"Why? I mean, not that I'm complaining. But if I remember correctly, you wanted to continue wearing it around your neck, for good luck."

"I changed my mind."

"Why? What made you change your mind?"

"Well." She sighs. "You're here now.. With me. The reason I wore it around my neck was so I could feel close to you even when we were separated. But we're together now. Or again. I don't know if I make sense." She says sheepishly.

"Yeah. Yeah, you do." Brittany smiles lovingly at her. "I love you San."

"Love you. Now, I really have to go darling. I'll see you later."

"Don't be long!"

"I'll be back before you could even miss me!" Santana blew Brittany kisses as she saunters out of their room, leaving the blonde in a fit of giggles. As soon as the brunette is gone, she gazed around their bedroom. As soon as her gaze landed on the framed portrait of them at their recent wedding, she cried again, not believing how she could get lucky the second time.

/

FLASHBACK

BRITTANY'S POV:

It's been three days since Santana was brought here at Reykjavik City Hospital. Quinn and Puck flew back to New York to report to their respective workplaces, leaving Kurt with me. San's family (and Jen and her family) arrived in Iceland on Santana's second day at the hospital. Things have been awkward between us.

Sugar flew from Boston to Iceland to be with me. She arrived last night. On cue, as soon as she saw San's sleeping form, she broke down. It took me, Kurt, and two nurses to get her out of the room.

On the fifth day, I received a call from Kurt as Sugar and I were getting ready to leave our hotel room.

Santana has woken up.

With speed that rivals Flash's, I dashed to the hospital to see her.

But someone beat me to it.

"Britt, come on, let's grab something to eat first."

"What? No. My wife is awake and I need to see her."

"She's still talking to Jen."

"What?! Why?! Why would she be talking to that bitch?"

"Brittany, calm down. They're just talking about God knows what. San asked for her."

"What?"

"Santana woke up and asked for her dad. Then Jen."

"She asked for Jen?" I asked, mortified.

"She -." I stormed away. not bothering to hear what Kurt has to say. I marched heavily towards Santana's room, passing by her Philippe and Edward (who visibly paled when he saw me).

I flung Santana's door open, causing the 'couple' to jump in surprise.

"Britt..." San whispers and without a word, I rushed towards her, grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard. "Hmmm..." She moaned.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Jen screams in disbelief. I ignored her.

"Look Santana. You and me? We're unfinished business. So there's no way you're marrying this bitch." I point at Jennifer who glared at me.

"Bitch!" She bites back.

"Ugh. Would you stop shouting?" San groans in frustration.

"She started it! How rude of you to come in here while we're talking!" The other blonde spat.

"You -."

"Stop! Stop it! Jen, can you leave us, please? I need to talk -."

"Whatever!" Now, it was her turn to storm out.

"You were mean." San frowns as soon as Jen was out of the room.

"Now I'm the mean one? You asked for her. First? Is that how much you missed her? That the moment you opened your eyes, she's the first one you thought of talking to? Peachy." I shake in anger.

"Come here." She says softly. I only look at her, tears threatening to fall again. "I said. Come. Here." She says sternly. I walk towards her hesitantly. "You're so silly, you know that?" She taps the spot beside her. "Sure, she was the first one I asked for. But only because I needed to tell her something first."

"But -."

"You should apologize to her for being rude, you know?"

"I won't -."

"I just told her I'm not marrying her."

"I - Wait, what?"

"I asked for her because I wanted to close that chapter of my life with her. So yeah, you were a little mean. She may not have shown it, but she's a little hurt."

"So you're not marrying her?" San shakes her head. "Why?"

She snorted. "How crazy would it be, Britt, if I tell you I'm still madly in love with you?"

"Very." I said quietly, nestling closer to her. "I was terrible to you."

"I was a fool, Britt. I acted like a freaking child."

"Me too. God, we were both so stupid, weren't we?"

"Yeah."

"I have always loved you."

"Me too. I just didn't know how to handle it that time. I felt so guilty all the time everytime I look at you. But instead of fixing things, I ran away. I've hurt you. I've always made you cry. Even now. You still cry plenty."

"But you made me very happy too. You made me the happiest."

"Please tell me we can fix this?" She pleads.

"Of course. But what does this mean for us? Are we back together now? I mean, I know we still have a lot of things to talk about; to work on. But I would really love it if we could work together at fixing us - you know, like, together?" I rambled.

"It depends." She shrugs and my eyes widened in surprise.

"On what?" I asked nervously.

"Well." She clears her throat. "It came to my attention that you have a boyfriend. So..." She trails on.

"I broke up with him the day after Tina's party. It was never serious."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, in that case..." She turns towards her pillow and grabbed something from underneath it. She faced me, beaming widely. "Will you marry me again? I know we're both crazy and I know I won't be able to survive it if we mess this up again, but I have this crazy feeling that we won't this time."

"San -."

"I promise I'll come home. I promise I'll stay home." She grins. "I love you B. Will you marry me again?" She opens the velvet box, revealing another gorgeous diamond ring.

"San..." I whisper; tearing up again. "You didn't have to get me another ring."

"I know. But I want to. Now answer my question!" She teased.

"Of course I will! Yes! Over and over again, yes!"

/

Still Brittany's POV:

San stayed at Reykjavik City Hospital for a month since she woke up. She showed great recovery and it wasn't long before the doctors cleared her to travel back to the US.

When Santana informed her father that she's staying in LA with me, William looked at my wife intently before letting out a heavy sigh. And a simple nod.

Back at my (our) LA apartment, Puck, Kurt and Blaine helped Santana settle in. I had to buy a bigger bed, seeing as Santana had been crankily bitching how small my bed is. On San's first night, she announced that we're buying a house after we get married again.

"So, what do you want our second wedding to be like?" She asked one night while we were watching some TV.

"I'm thinking of just renewing our vows. You know, just the two of us?" She nods in understanding.

"Sure. I kinda wanted it to be really small. But don't you think our friends would be peeved if they're not invited?"

"I'm sure they'll understand. We'll let them know that we're having a renewal." I shrug.

"Okay. When do you want it?"

"I was thinking on our 8th anniversary, but that's about six months from now. I kinda want it to be soon." I grinned.

"Me too. How does this weekend sound?"

"Perfect." We sealed the 'plan' with a deep kiss.

/

All our friends took the notice in a stride, offering messages of warmth, understanding and support.

Save for Sugar who could not understand why she couldn't join us.

"Why can't I come? I'm like your daughter!" Sugar whines, slumping on the couch where San and I were finalizing the details of our renewal.

"What are you doing here, Sugar?" San asks in surprise.

"I flew here as soon as I got off the phone with you." She pouts. San chuckles at her antics as she stands up from her spot, leaving me to deal with Sugar,

"Sugar, no one would be there but San and I. Our friends won't go too. What would they say if you're there and they're not?"

"I'm different. I'm special. San told me so. Besides, you would need someone to take your pictures. Or make sure that everything's fine. That person is me." She answered defiantly.

"We're fine, Sugar. We won't need anything else aside from the two of us."

"How about your food?" She tried again.

"I already got it covered. We're just staying at the beach resort and I already ordered our food." Sugar looks at me in defeat, eyes starting to water. "Oh no."

"It's just so unfair. I am totally your child!"

"Sugar, you're a month older than me, four months older than San." I said softly. "How could that possibly happen?"

"Try morphing your face with San's. Your child would definitely look like me! And you both know it. San already told me she believes I'm your child from the future."

Oh God. San did agree with Sugar. And I do too, because she's exactly a brunette version of me (and when you look really closely, she's indeed a cross between San and I). But that's not the point here.

"Excuse me? Can I borrow Britt for a while Sugar?" San asks, smiling sweetly at our friend.

"Whatever." She huffs before changing the channel.

"San." I sighed as soon as we were in our room. "She won't budge."

"It's okay. Look, I've already message everyone and they're fine with it. We can have Sugar. But we'll tell her that she can't make her presence felt during the ceremony."

"I know. I really wanted it to be just us."

"We'll tell her." I took a deep breath before we walked back to Sugar in the living room.

"Hey Sugar. Listen. San and I decided that you could join us -."

"I knew it!"

"But! But you can't be near us during our renewal."

"I'll take it. Dad just bought me those paps camera. I can snap pictures of you from a distance." She beams.

"But you can join us for dinner. Good?"

"Perfect. You wouldn't even know I'm there." She winks.

"Okay! Want something to drink, Sugar?" San asks.

"Yes! You're the best bad mom ever!"

/

Santana secured a spot at Terranea via her friend, Andrei. Our renewal was set on a Saturday night and Andrei was kind enough to make sure that no one gets anywhere near our spot by the sea. San and I bought simple white dresses and made each other's bouquet. We decorated the spot with all our favorite flowers and candles ourselves a few hours before the ceremony.

"Ready?" I ask her as we get ready to walk towards our spot - a white couch facing the shore, circled with lots of flowers and candles.

"Never been more ready."

"Let's do this."

"Is it weird that I don't feel Sugar at all?"

"No. She promised she'll be invisible as a ghost." We giggled.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Let's get this show started." We held hands, the waves serving as our marching song. As soon as we reached the couch, we sat side by side, looking intently into each other's eyes. "Do we start with the new and old vows?"

"I think. God I'm nervous." She chuckles. "You start?"

"Okay." I cleared my throat and started speaking. "San, over seven years ago, I made a choice. It was the most significant and important choice of my life. Over seven years ago, I married you. I chose you as my spouse. Many times in the years since then, I have chosen you again. You may think that wasn't always true, seeing as at one point, I chose to go to a different direction. I did. But it's always you. I promise not to run away ever again and to never let you run away either. You're my light and I know that no matter what happens in this life, I'll be okay as long as you're with me. I don't really have much to say except that I will always, always put you first and that I will always love you until forever."

"That's beautiful B." She moves to kiss me, but I pushed her away gently. She pouts.

"Your vow first."

"Okay. You should take a deep breath because this will blow your mind." She teased. "Kidding. Shocks why am I nervous?"

"I knew there's a reason why I wanted this to be just us." I ribbed back.

"Fine. Here it goes. Ahem. Britt, I love you. I would go through hell and back if that's what it takes for me to see you. When I married you, I vowed to love and protect you. I still vow to do so, and more. I promise to put your happiness before mine. That means, yeah, I'm willing to arrive at a compromise about flying again -."

"San." I frown.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. No more pilot duties for me." She chuckles. "On that note, I promise not to give in to you for the purpose of using my compliance against you later on." We laughed at her silliness, but it's obvious that she's serious. "I promise to make sure that I'm not just hungry, before I get mad at you. I promise to defend you to everyone, even if you're wrong. And I know that you may not agree with this, or so will some people, but I promise to put you before our future children. And if you really don't want to do something more than I don't, I promise to do the stuff that neither of us wants to do."

"Oh God." I shake in laughter.

"I promise not to care if you get fat or skinny and when you get old. I will love you all the time, even when you're yelling at me." She clutches my hand tighter before continuing. "I promise to come home and stay home, not because you asked me to, but because there's no place I'd rather be than beside you. I love you Britt. This time, I won't mess up."

"That was cute. And funny. Funny and beautiful." I relented.

"Can I -."

"Shut up and kiss me." Our tenth kiss was broken up by flashes of camera.

"What the -."

"Sorry! It's dark now!" Sugar's voice can be heard. "I took lots of pictures! Now, we just need the official one. You two pose for me, will you?"

/

PRESENT TIME:

At two o'clock that afternoon, Santana's car is making its way to our garage. Without a second thought, I ran to meet her, barefoot.

"Guess who just secured a huge advertiser an hour ago?!" She yells, opening her window and moving her left hand outside to point at herself. As soon as she was out of the car, I ran to hug her.

"The awesomest wife and boss in the whole world?"

"I don't know about that. But the answer is, it's me!"

"I never doubted you."

"Thank you. You're my lucky charm." She beams and leaned in to kiss me.

"I love you."

"I love you. So how does dinner at One Pico tonight? I want to take my lovely wife to a celebratory dinner."

"Sounds perfect." I mutter as we walk towards our new house, arms wrapped around each other's waists.

That's it folks! Epilogue will be posted in a while!

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