Chapter 13

"Puck I think you guys have drank enough" Quinn said in astonishment. Puck was holding up another bottle of alcohol, yelling about shots. Santana was sitting on a stool watching Brittany on the dance floor, a look of lust in her eyes that Quinn didn't like, while Brittany was dancing wildly a few feet in front of them.

"The fact that you're able to say that proves the opposite. Brittany still has all her clothes on and Santana hasn't cried. I think two more shots will get them there though."

Quinn shook her head but laughed and nodded anyway. This was Santana's night after all, and if she wanted to drink, Quinn wouldn't stop her.

"YES! SHOTS!" Puck yelled. Brittany came skipping off the dance floor and positioned herself between Santana's legs as Puck poured out their shots. "Alright" He said, handing them all a shot glass. "We're playing monkey see" Brittany screamed in delight while Quinn groaned inaudibly. In high school, Puck had invented the drinking game monkey see, where there was one designated leader who would perform random things that the others had to do as well. If a person wasn't able to do said thing, or didn't see the leader do it, they had to drink everyone's shot, but if everyone did it then they all took their own shots.

"We're going to die tonight" Quinn said loudly. Santana bobbed excitedly in her chair.

"Alright, who is the leader?" Brittany asked.

"Why don't you do it babe? You were always the best leader." Santana cooed into her ear making Brittany giggle.

"Ok I'll do it" Brittany said, looking around the room for something to do. She suddenly raised her glass to her mouth and downed it quickly, yelled out a "wohoo" and then got up from where she had been leaning against Santana. The other three watched as she walked onto the dance floor pulling a man who had been leaning against a pillar and started dancing with him. Halfway through the song, Puck and Santana got up and began dancing with other strangers too. When the song ended, the three of them walked back to the bar where Quinn had remained seated.

"Well well well Quinn" Brittany said, hoping from one foot to the other, seemingly unable to stay still.

"Drink up missy" Santana yelled, pushing her shot glass towards Quinn. Puck laughed and did the same, turning to the Bartender and getting another one to replace the one Brittany drank.

"Are you guys serious?" Quinn asked incredulously. "We're not fifteen or sixteen anymore."

"That's right, we're the ripe old age of twenty one" Santana said laughing.

"Sorry to break it to you lezpez, but you're the only one who is still twenty one." Puck said laughing.

Santana looked shocked for a moment, and then burst out laughing. "Oh yeah"

"Oh my gosh Santana, your birthday is in a couple of days" Brittany said, looking suddenly sober.

"For my birthday, I want Quinn to drink up" Santana said.

"It's not your birthday yet" Quinn said, rolling her eyes.

"Come on Quinn. This is a big night" Brittany said seriously. Quinn sighed deeply, grabbed a shot glass and drank its contents quickly, coughing.

"YESSS" the other three yelled. "ANOTHER" yelled Puck.

45 minutes and many shots later, the four friends stood on the dance floor dancing the Macarena while singing 'my cup' loudly. The people around them were a mixture of amused and annoyed that that they were taking up the dance floor and singing loudly over the music. When they went back to the bar and drank their shots, the bartender announced that he was cutting them off and calling them a cab. After much protest, some crying from Santana and some yelling by Quinn, they found themselves stuffed in a cab.

"Where to?" the driver asked them

"The nearest store" Puck said after a moment's silence.

Climbing out of the car had proven very difficult, as Quinn had decided to tie each of them to someone else so that no one got lost. Santana was tied to Brittany using her sweater, Puck and Brittany were tied together by their belts, which were looped into each other's pants and Quinn was tied to Santana by the scarf she had been wearing. When they were finally out and standing in front of the door to the convenient store, Santana finally spoke.

"What are we doing here? You think they have alcohol here?"

"Some beers I'm sure. We'll see. But mostly I want some snacks. I'm starving."

They staggered into the store, struggling to manoeuvre the isles. Finally, they bought 3 packs of beer and a pile of chips, chocolate, and gummy worms.

"Alright friends, where to now?" Quinn asked, looking around.

"The park I like is close by here" Brittany said. "We could sneak in"

"YES" Puck yelled, receiving a slap to the back of the head from Santana. "Sorry. No yelling. But yes! Let's do that. Oh man I've missed causing trouble with you guys."

"Lead the way Britt" Brittany said. "Wait that's me" she pointed to herself and then burst out laughing. Santana too started laughing, doubling over.

"You're funny B" Santana gasped out, through her giggles. It was several minutes before the two collected themselves and led the way to the park.

"Okay Puck, Britt and I will go over first, and then you throw over the stuff, then Quinn comes and you follow" Santana said, pointing to each person as she named them.

Puck nodded seriously, a look of deep concentration on his face. "Do you guys need a boost?"

The three girls all scoffed at him. Brittany knelt down with her arms outstretched, palms out. Santana took a small step back, placed her foot in Brittany's hand and then kicked off the ground. Brittany stood up quickly and raised her hands up to her chest. Santana placed her other foot into the space in the gate that was about 10 feet off the ground, and then looked down at Brittany.

"I've got it Britt, you can let go." Brittany nodded and slowly let go of Santana's leg, watching as she scaled the gate, sat on the top between to spikes and then turned around, wedging her feet in spaces and then bending down and reaching for Brittany.

Brittany took several steps back, ran, and then launched herself off the ground, grabbing Santana's two outstretched hands.

"Jesús" Puck yelled, followed by a quick "sorry sorry" at the death glare Quinn was giving him. "Is she going to be able to pull her up?" he asked sceptically.

Quinn scoffed again but didn't have to answer because at that very moment, Santana had begun to lift Brittany.

"I got it S let go" Brittany said as she found two spaces to fit her feet. She too then scaled the gate, sat between two spikes, and then turned around so she was facing Puck and Quinn from the other side of the gate.

"Ok let's jump on three" Santana said.

"OK" Brittany said, nodding.

On three, Santana and Brittany jumped backwards off the gate, and landed perfectly on the ground several feet below.

"Well done girls. Even drunk off your asses you still do coach Sue proud." Quinn whispered loudly to them."

"Ok here are the snacks" Puck said, taking a step back and throwing things over the gate. After most of the snack were over, Brittany looked at Santana.

"Baby, why didn't he pass them through the bars?" she ask curiously. Her words were slurring slightly and she looked to be concentrating hard on remaining upright.

"You're a genius Brittany!" She leaned forward and kissed Brittany's cheek. She had been aiming for her lips but Brittany didn't notice. Giggling, she looked back through the gate. Puck!" Santana whisper shouted. Puck stopped and looked at her, taking a moment to focus. "Pass it through the bars."

Quinn slapped her forehead and Puck made an 'o' shape with his mouth before walking towards the gate. The beers had to be taken out of the box but everything fit.

"You're such a genius Brittany" Santana said, sounding on the verge of tears.

Brittany pulled her away from the gate to allow Puck and Quinn to come over, and hugged her tightly, cooing in her ear.

"I love you so much. You're so awesome and beautiful and I love you" Santana said, tears now rolling down her cheeks.

"I love you too Santana. You're so awesome and beautiful too. Look at what you did tonight. Now everyone knows how amazing you are. I love you" Brittany said, kissing Santana several times.

"What we did Britt. We're so awesome together." Santana was no longer crying, now sounding dreamy.

"Will you guys stop talking about how awesome you are and come help us carry this stuff" Quinn's voice came from beside them.

"She's just jealous" Brittany whispered to Santana as they broke apart and went to help.

"There" Brittany said, pointing to a spot by the pond. The four of them made their way to the spot and then dropped to the ground. Santana lay her head on Brittany's stomach, while Brittany lay on the grass, both of them staring up into the sky. Puck lay back as well, though he propped himself up on his elbows, and Quinn sat cross-legged.

They stayed in silence for a few minutes, the sound of crinkling packets the only thing permeating the night's air. Finally Santana sat up.

"You guys are my favourite people in the world" she said. Brittany smiled, Puck grinned like a child and Quinn looked shocked, shaking her head after a moment.

"You're drunk" she said dismissively.

"I'm also serious." Santana said standing up.

"What are you doing?" Puck asked, standing up and holding the base of his shirt. Santana winked at him and then they both tore off their shirts.

"Last one in has to take care of all of us tomorrow" Santana yelled, as she pushed down her pants, stepped out of them and turned to help Brittany up. Brittany however, had already started running towards the pond, stripping as she went. Santana and Quinn sprinted after her, as Puck toppled over trying to remove his jeans.

Brittany was first into the water, followed closely by Santana and then Quinn. Puck was last.

"Ha Ha Puckerman! Looks like you're our personal bitch tomorrow. I already know I'm going to need a lot of coffee, so better get up early and get my favourite from the coffee shop down the street." Santana laughed, as she swam towards Brittany.

"I'm going to want a smoothie. Maybe two or three throughout the day from the place near my studio." Brittany said, pulling Santana towards her when she got close enough and wrapping her hands around her waist, resting her chin on her shoulder from behind.

Puck stood at the edge of the pond looking utterly crest-fallen. "No fair guys. I'm drunker than any of you, my hangover is going to be the worst. Let's go again. A race!" he pleaded. Quinn laughed darkly, shaking her head.

"No way Puckerman, you know you're faster than us because of football."

"It's been a while" Puck said, shrugging.

"He's not faster than me" Brittany said.

"No Britt, don't. If he beats you you're going to have to be our slave, and then I'm going to feel really bad and end up doing it for you." Santana said, placing her hands over Brittany's and holding her tight.

"Maybe," Brittany said, "But he's not going to beat me because he's not faster than me."

"That's right Britt, I'm not. Just come out and race me." Puck encouraged, a smile forming on his face.

Brittany moved away from Santana. "No Britt Please don't. He's playing you." Santana begged, trying to hold on to her girlfriend, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

"Shut up Lezpez" Puck hissed.

"Baby do you trust me?" Brittany asked her.

"Yeah of course I do Britt. It's him I don't trust." Santana narrowed her eyes at Puck.

"Puck, if I win, you're our slave tomorrow, have to pay for everything, don't call Santana 'lezpez' anymore, and we all get to call you Noah."

"WOOHOOO" Quinn called.

Puck's smile faded slightly, but then he recovered.

"You can call me Noah until New Year's, and I don't call her lezpez for a month"

"Oh come on! What's the big deal if you're going to win?" Santana asked.

Puck looked uneasy, but nodded his head anyway. "Okay, I agree to everything else, but it's Noah until New Year's."

"Fine" Brittany said, getting out of the water.

They both walked to a tree about 400 metres from the pond and crouched down.

"Ok Quinn you yell when to go" Brittany called out.

On Quinn's signal, they both took off. Puck was ahead for the first few 100 metres, but then began to slow down, and about 50 metres from the pond, Brittany overtook him, jumping into the pond several seconds before him. There was no mistaking it, she had won fair and square.

Santana yelled in delight, jumping into Brittany's arms and kissing her passionately, while Quinn laughed uncontrollably, having to drag herself out of the pond to keep from swallowing water.

"Shut up" Puck said sulkily.

"Don't pout Noah" Quinn choked out, before collapsing on the grass laughing.

"When did you get so fast anyway Britt?" Puck asked.

Brittany shrugged. "I'm not really. I mean I'm fast, but you work with short bursts of speed. You would have beaten me in high school because you were running regularly and had built up stamina, but I figured that it had been long enough that your body would be working on muscle memory and not endurance."

"GENIUS" Santana yelled, kissing Brittany again.

"Whatever" Puck said. "I want a rematch"

"No way" Santana and Quinn said in unison.

"Why not?" Puck whined.

"You're both drunk enough without running and making it worse." Quinn said.

"No do-overs" Santana said.

"Speaking of being drunk, we have beers to drink" Puck suddenly said, walking out of the water.

Three hours later, every chip packet and beer bottle was empty, and Brittany lay with her head in Santana's lap, sucking on a gummy worm. They had just finished playing truth or dare.

"We should go home before we fall asleep here." Quinn said, already beginning to blink slowly.

"I can't move" Santana said.

"Me neither" Puck agreed.

"Want me to carry you baby?" Brittany asked, looking up at Santana.

"No Britt that's ok. I just need a minute." Santana said, leaning down and kissing her forehead.

"Wanna carry me Quinn?" Puck asked sarcastically.

"You're supposed to be my slave Noah. You should carry me" Quinn replied, laughing again at the memory of Puck's loss.

Puck scowled. "We should make him carry us all back in turns" Brittany said smiling devilishly.

"You wouldn't" Puck gasped.

Brittany shrugged and Quinn laughed harder. Puck turned to Santana, who was smirking.

"Really Lopez? You're going to let them do me like that?" He sounded close to tears.

Santana laughed and shook her head. "Relax Noah. We won't actually. But the fact that we could!" she laughed again. "Tomorrow is going to be fun."

"The sun is rising let's go. I need to sleep before my slave labour" Puck groaned and stood up, looking around for his pants.

The girls followed his lead and soon they were all dressed, had thrown their trash in the bins, and were ready to leave.

"Santana hop up" Brittany said, turning her back to Santana and bending slightly.

"No Britt I was serious, it's ok"

"Santana come on!" Brittany wiggled her butt. "You weigh practically nothing anyway."

Santana giggled at Brittany's antics and then relented and jumped up onto her back.

"Alright Quinn. You too then" Puck said, taking the same position Brittany had.

"No way" Quinn shook her head vehemently.

"Quinn we're all tired. Don't waste our time arguing. Just get up." Puck said exasperatedly.

Quinn hesitated, but then sighed and jumped onto Puck's back. He gave an exaggerated gasp and pretended to stumble under her weight.

"You ASS" Quinn squealed, hitting Puck's back and head several times.

"I was just kidding Quinn take it easy" Puck laughed, winking at Santana, who was laughing and shaking her head.

"Can we go? I'm still super drunk here" Brittany said.

"Let's follow that trail" Santana said.

"What trail" Quinn asked, genuinely confused.

Brittany and Santana laughed loudly, before Brittany straightened up and began to walk out of the park.

"The trail that we blaze!" Brittany called.

They walked all the way to the park entrance before stopping at the gate.

"Oh shit" Santana said, laughing so intensely that she dropped from Brittany's back and knelt on the floor. She started crying a few seconds later.

"The fucking gate" Quinn said, sounding defeated and closing her eyes as if in agony. She too got down to the ground.

"We have to jump back over" Puck whispered, then suddenly he jumped into the air, kicking his legs and throwing his arms around in a tantrum. Brittany stood looking at the gate as if utterly bemused by its mere presence. Then she turned to her friends with a deep frown.

"Fuck"

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The first time Brittany had thought about marrying Santana, she had been at one of Puck's parties in the eleventh grade. She had been dating Artie at the time, but her and Santana had made up and were talking to each other again. It was a party filled with cheerios and football players, but most importantly alcohol. When the night had started, Santana had been hanging on Sam's arm, making out with him all over the house in front of everyone. It had reminded Brittany of a dog marking its territory, and had made her so sick that she almost left. But then, when Santana had started drinking, she had come to find Brittany, and had not left her since. They had drank together, played many games and eventually had kissed, for the first time since Santana had told her she loved her. When a couple of football players had come by and made some gross comments, a drunk Santana had nearly ripped their heads off, claiming that her and Brittany's relationship was none of their business and that she'd crack their nuts if they ever came near Brittany again.

In that moment, Brittany had realised that Santana was capable of getting over the fear she had of coming out as gay, and that in her heart, she really did love Brittany. She had felt a hope for their relationship that she had not had before. By the end of the party, Santana had told everyone how awesome Brittany was, and had made a comment to Puck that whoever Brittany married would be so lucky, and would definitely have to be as awesome as her. That was when Brittany had thought it. She hadn't meant to, but at Santana's words the image of her standing at the alter facing Santana, both of them wearing white dresses, popped into her head, and since then, Brittany could not get the thought out of her head.

After that, things had gone a bit downhill. Santana had not been able to go to prom with her, and was pretending to date Karofsky. Brittany was sure she had to be pretending, because as much as Santana acted like a cold-hearted bitch, she could never actually forgive Dave for the way he had treated Kurt, much less fall in love with him, as she so claimed. These things pushed thoughts of marrying Santana out of her mind. But then, they had gone to New York for nationals, and everything had changed. Santana was different. She was freer and open about her feelings. She and Brittany had talked, and Santana had apologised and explained everything. They had walked through the streets hand in hand, they had gone into coffee shops and diners alone together, and Santana had not felt the need to make it known that they weren't dating. Again Brittany saw herself married to Santana, having regular date nights while a babysitter watched their kids. This time this reality seemed so much more attainable. There was nothing keeping them apart anymore.

Throughout their time dating in high school, Brittany and Santana talked about marriage and starting a family very often. They had talked about living in a nice house, not too big but with enough space for at least four kids a dog and Lord Tubbington. They would both be famous in their own career fields, so they'd have enough money to go on vacations around the world, but also to come home and visit their families regularly. Santana's grandmother would have let go of her hatred and would be in their kids' lives, while their parents would spoil them rotten with gifts and candy whenever they saw them. Their children would be raised bilingual and go to public school so that they didn't become pretentious snotty celebrity kids.

It was of these things that Brittany was dreaming of as she lay passed out over Santana's back, her upper body rising and falling slowly as Santana breathed in and out. She woke up suddenly, a boy's words ringing in her ears.

"Santana" she said loudly, shaking Santana violently. "Santana" she repeated, this time slapping Santana's back.

"Huh. Oh my God…What Britt?" Santana's voice was hoarse and dry.

"We have to get married" Brittany said.

"Now?" Santana asked, already getting up as if unprepared to tell Brittany that getting married right at that moment was not ideal.

Brittany shook her head and pulled Santana back onto the bed, lying back on top of her.

"No. Not right now. But we need to start planning tomorrow."

Santana nodded into the pillow. "We'll start tomorrow Britt" Santana said, before her body relaxed into the mattress and she fell asleep again. Brittany smiled contentedly and then whispered,

"Don't worry Kyler, we're going to get married" as she fell back asleep.

It would be almost two years before Brittany remembered the dream she had just had, or the name she had just called.

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The next morning Santana woke up with a migraine so powerful that she could barely open her eyes. She could feel Brittany's weight on top of her, and as she squinted her eyes, she could see the light streaming through the curtains. She closed her eyes and groaned, trying to will some energy into her limbs so she could get up.

"Britt get up" Santana whispered, finally having woken up enough to realise that her bladder was full to bursting. Brittany did not stir in the slightest. Santana tried calling her several more times, until finally just crawling her way out from under her. It took great effort, but Santana finally pulled one of her legs free, toppling onto the floor with a loud thud.

"Santana?" Brittany asked loudly, causing both of them to groan and wince. "Santana?" She called again, this time her voice barely audible. Santana grunted in response. "Did you fall? Are you okay?" Brittany dragged her head until it hung off the edge of the bed and looked at Santana through tiny slits in her eyelids. Santana nodded, her eyes still closed. She smiled at the fact that Brittany had been dead to the world a minute ago, but had woken instantly at Santana's fall. "What time is it?" Brittany asked, closing her eyes. Santana made a noise in the back of her throat and then slowly pushed herself off the floor. When she was upright she swayed slightly then opened one eye to look at the alarm clock.

"It's just after 12" she told Brittany, then she turned and walked into the bathroom, not closing the door to prevent the noise she knew it wold make.

"I feel like I died. Did we die?" Brittany asked, making Santana snort with laughter, and then groan and clutch her head.

"Don't make me laugh Britt" Santana told her, as Brittany got up off the bed and walked into the bathroom. She had to hold back a laugh at Brittany's appearance. Her hair was tangled and sticking up in every direction, there were lines all over her face and drool stains on her cheeks. Her eyes were blood shot and puffy.

"HA!" Brittany said, as she stood at the sink looking down at Santana. "You look awful"

"So do you" Santana said defensively.

"Looks like I did a good number on your neck too" Brittany said smirking. Santana looked down at her bare chest as far as she could. There were large purple bruises all over her boobs, and she could tell there would be some more higher up on her neck. She looked up at Brittany who was bending over the sink and quickly dropped the grin on her face. She wiped, flushed and jumped up.

"Britt your back!" she ran her hand over Brittany's back, where there were several red lines from her shoulders down to the base of her spine. Some were a light red, while others looked darker and slightly swollen. "Oh my God" Santana said, her voice louder than it had been before. "Does it hurt?" she looked at Brittany apologetically.

"Does your neck?" Brittany asked.

"In the usual way" Santana told her, lying. In truth, her neck hurt a lot more than usual, but she could handle it and saw no reason to make Brittany feel worse.

"Good. No my back doesn't hurt. It's a little itchy, maybe kinda sore if you press it. But it's fine"

"We must have gone really crazy yesterday" Santana said, tracing the lines on Brittany's back and smirking.

"Yeah, I wish we could remember it. I don't remember anything after we jumped into the pond." Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Let's go find Noah". Santana laughed and nodded enthusiastically, then stopped suddenly and clutched her head, remembering her splitting headache.

They walked out of the bathroom after taking an asprin each, grabbing oversized t-shirts and underwear, throwing them on, and making their way slowly to the living room, squinting against the light. Puck was lying half on the floor half on the couch, his mouth wide open and snoring softly.

"How should we wake him up?" Santana whispered. Brittany walked into the kitchen and filled a glass with water, then walked back and without warning dumped it on Puck. He shot up from the couch, staggered backwards and then fell to the floor, pressing his hand against his eyes.

"Rise and shine Cinderella" Santana called as she watched Puck in amusement.

"You guys are evil bitches. Ok tell me what you want so I can go back to sleep." Puck spat at them venomously, not removing his hand from his eyes.

"We told you yesterday. Santana wants coffee and I want a smoothie. Put on a shirt and we'll text you the addresses."

Puck nodded curtly and got up to look for his shirt. When he was dressed he walked over to Brittany and Santana who were now lying tangled together on the couch.

"Keys" he said shortly. Santana opened her eyes and looked at Brittany with raised eyebrows.

"Someone's not in a very good mood Britt"

"So rude" Brittany said, shaking her head. Then they both turned to look at Puck.

"Are you going to give me the keys or not?" He asked, irritation evident in his voice. Santana sighed in mock disappointment.

"Fine, but we'll talk about your service when you get back Noah" She said seriously. Puck rolled his eyes. "The keys should be in my bag"

"Where's your bag?"

Santana frowned at him and tutted disapprovingly. "Noah Noah…that's not my problem. You need the keys, you find them."

Puck groaned loudly and kicked the couch in anger.

"Watch it" Brittany scolded him. "We're nursing hangovers over here". Puck glared at her and then walked away to look for the keys.

Quinn woke up just as Puck returned, and sent him out again to get her some breakfast burritos with extra bacon and a coffee. Puck looked close to tears as he picked up the keys again and walked out.

"Amazing timing" Santana said as Quinn plopped herself down on the other couch. Quinn smiled and tilted her head in a small bow.

"Glad to see you guys alive. After yesterday I really didn't expect you guys to be awake till sundown."

"Why?" Brittany asked turning her head slowly from Santana's neck to look at Quinn.

Quinn looked at them incredulously. "You don't remember? Damn, maybe Noah was right."

"About what?" Brittany asked

"That you were drunker than us"

"Will you just tell us what happened?" Santana asked, getting annoyed.

"Well from the hickies all over your neck I bet you already know. You guys would not stop making out the entire way home. You kept stopping and Noah and I would turn around and find one of you propped up on a wall or car. It was too much even for him." Brittany and Santana looked at each other with cheeky grins.

"But that wasn't even as bad as when we got into the house. God, it was so gross. You guys were throwing your clothes around everywhere, moaning and…" Quinn broke off, making a gagging noise. Santana laughed while Brittany buried her face in Santana's neck, her whole face turning red. "I had to stuff my ears with cotton wool to be able to sleep." Quinn finished, shaking her head and screwing up her face in disgust.

"Come on…it couldn't have been that bad" Santana said, peering down at Brittany, who was still hiding her face.

Quinn gave her an incredulous look, and then cleared her throat and threw her head back. "Oh Santana, you feel so good…Oh Britt, I love you so much, you fuck me so good…Oh yeah Santana right there, harder baby…Oh fuck-"

"OK OK STOP!" Brittany yelled, clutching Santana's shirt and burying herself even further into her neck.

Santana pressed her eyes shut at the loud noise, trying to think past the pulsing of her brain. "Don't be embarrassed B. If Quinn can't handle our sweet lady sex then maybe she should start apartment hunting. It's not our fault that we're so awesome."

Quinn made another gagging noise.

"Can you stop doing that, you're making me feel sick" Santana told Quinn.

"Then we're even." Quinn said laughing.

They sat in silence until Puck came back, then they talked about the concert and their night of celebration.

"I should probably call Emma, or Eve…I don't know, I should call someone, and then we have to call our parents Britt." Santana said, tapping Brittany's back to tell her to get up.

"Why?" Brittany asked, lying back down in Santana's vacated spot and closing her eyes.

"To start wedding planning" Santana said, walking to their room. Brittany's eyes snapped open. She had completely forgotten about that. Getting married didn't seem so urgent anymore.

"We don't have to S" she called from the couch.

"You said we had to last night" Santana called back

"I bet she said a lot of things last night" Puck said snickering.

"Shut up Noah. You keep talking like that and I just might feel like another smoothie. Maybe some Chinese food too." Brittany snapped. Puck raised his hands in surrender.

"I was drunk last night" Brittany said, now talking to Santana. "Very drunk"

Santana emerged from their room looking down at her phone screen.

"Are you saying you don't want to get married?"

"No I'm not saying that S. I'm not saying that at all, but this is still kind of a crazy time and I don't want you to feel like we absolutely have to get married right this second. Like we said, it's ok to wait."

Santana looked up from her phone and smiled at Brittany. "Britt we've put it off long enough. We're always going to be busy, but now it's time to prioritise what really matters." Brittany smiled back at Santana and nodded. "Besides, I have an assistant now, and she can handle most things." Santana wiggled her eyebrows making Brittany laugh.

"So you guys are finally going to do it?" Quinn asked hopefully.

"Yup" they both told her.

"Alright!" Puck yelled, but was quickly silenced by a pillow thrown at his head. "What was that for Quinn? They were just yelling" he pointed at Brittany and Santana.

Quinn shrugged. "So I'm guessing me and Puck are maids of honour."

"Hold on, hold on, no way. I'm not being called that. I'm gonna be a lesbro of honour or a best man. Those are the only titles I'm accepting."

"No one has even asked you yet Noah." Santana said laughing.

"We all know how it's going to be. Quinn is going to be Britt's maid of honour, and I'm going to be your best man."

Santana shook her head but didn't say anything, deciding instead to call Emma. As Emma talked, she listened to Brittany and Quinn talk about possible dates and how many people they wanted to invite.

"Your families obviously, me, Puck, Elaine?" Brittany nodded. "Ok, Elaine, who else?"

"I want to invite some people from the studio, Syth and Chad definitely." Quinn nodded. "I bet Santana wants to invite some people from the record too." Brittany looked at Santana, who nodded her confirmation. "Yeah, so I can think of about 10 people she'd want to invite from the studio, plus her band of course." Quinn nodded again, then she looked at Puck expectantly.

"What?" Brittany asked, looking between the two of them.

"What about…you know...Mercedes and Kurt and Rachel. Those guys…you know?" Puck asked, clearly uncomfortable.

Brittany winced, not having expected that at all. She hadn't even thought about those guys. She looked at Santana, who was wide eyed and already staring at her. Santana shook her head almost imperceptibly, but Brittany caught it.

"I don't know. We'll have to talk about it, but I don't think so." She told Puck and Quinn.

Puck nodded accepting this answer, but Quinn continued to look dissatisfied.

"Britt, we went to high school with them for four years. Yeah they weren't our best friends but they were important to you guys at a point. Hell you guys lived with them for a year and a half."

Brittany shrugged, refusing to meet Quinn's eye.

"Look Quinn, we just outgrew them. I don't want to have to deal with them at my wedding." Santana said, having hung up the phone.

"What do you mean deal with them?" Quinn asked.

"Come on Q, you know how they are. They'll keep saying 'how far we've come' and how much we've changed. Rachel and Mercedes will constantly compare their accomplishments with ours, who even understands what goes on with Artie and Tina, but it won't be fun dealing with that judgement, and then Sam…oh man…I couldn't even explain to you how much I don't want Sam there" Brittany said.

Santana nodded along in agreement.

"Quinn you know they're right. We don't have to stay friends with them just because we feel bad for how we treated them in high school. They've been annoying me with calls and emails ever since I performed with Santana a few weeks ago. I know they've been even worse with you since you actually keep in contact with them. I don't blame Britt and Santana for not wanting them there."

Quinn sighed. "Yeah I get it, but it's going to be so awkward telling them that."

"Why do you have to tell them anything?" Santana asked, sitting down next to Brittany.

"They'll find out. They'll see pictures or something, and then it'll be me they bombard with questions.

"Tell them it's for family only, and you guys are invited cause you're our best friends." Brittany suggested.

"Or tell them we don't want them there" Santana suggested.

"I can't tell them that" Quinn gasped.

"Whatever," Santana shrugged, "I will then. I think they should know" Puck nodded. "I'll tell them if they have the guts to ask me. Anyway…Britt, get your laptop let's call the Pierces.

After two very long skype calls with each of their parents, Brittany and Santana officially picked a wedding date and wedding colours. They were going to get married on July 8th, and their colours were navy blue and blood red, with baby blue added to floral decorations and table settings for balance. Santana then called Eve to tell her they had set the date, and to ask her to start calling wedding planners and looking for venues available at that time. Santana actually already had a venue in mind, but she didn't want to voice it in front of Brittany in case it didn't work out. She would talk to Eve in private when she next went in to work. When they had finished talking to Eve, Brittany moved from her seat on the couch to sit on Santana's lap.

"We're getting married" she whispered, resting her

head on Santana's. Santana smiled.

"Yeah we are baby. I can't wait to be your wife."