Forever (sequel to The Hostage)

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Santana's POV
I can't remember the last time I was at this house. Probably for one of my Papi's charity auctions, or clientele dinners. It's beautiful, and worth a lot of money. Apparently it belonged to a President or something in the past. I'm not sure, and I don't really care much, to be honest.

From the second we step out the car, chaos ensues. We're directed upstairs by Mercedes, who instructs us to put our bags down and come straight back. I swear, all she thinks we do is have sex.

Brittany stops, her hand entwined in mine, and looks around our room.
B-"How have you never brought me here?"
S-"I don't know. It's kind of far away."
B-"It's a palace."
S-"I prefer the apartment."
B-"Really? Even though the heating is broken, there's way too many stairs, the elevator is broken, and there's something growing in the cupboard under the sink? You prefer that?"
S-"Okay. Maybe that's exaggerating. But still, this place isn't all great."
B-"Hush. It's amazing. I'm jealous."
S-"I'm starting to think you just want to marry me for my money?"
B-"Oh honey, I have money. I guess for some reason, I maybe love you? That's why."
S-"If you say so. Listen, I would love to stay here all day listening to you profess your love for me, but unfortunately Mercedes is being extra scary."
B-"I agree. Let's get downstairs, and see if there's any food we can sample. There wasn't any toast left, I'm running on coffee."
S-"Same."

She grabs my hand and we run downstairs, tripping over the hems of our dresses in our heels. Quinn is leaning against the staircase, holding loads of flowers. It's funny, she really does look like a princess. And her face is glowing, because she's talking to Tina.

When she sees me and Brittany, she rolls her eyes and thrusts some flowers at us.
Q-"Here you go. If these make my hay fever kick in, I'm blaming you two. God, stupid weddings."
T-"Shh, Quinn. It's fine."

Quinn huffs, but I catch her smiling as she leans her head against Tina's shoulder. The happy moment only lasts for a second though, because Mercedes storms past, looking annoyed.

M-"Tina, you're meant to be with Blaine. Go, now! Brittany and Santana, try to find Kurt. I was with him a second ago. And Quinn, keep handing out flowers. Make sure everyone has some."

As Quinn starts to complain about her hay fever again ( which is about as likely as me being straight), me and Brittany head off to look for Kurt. We've searched nearly everywhere (which is a lot, because this is literally a mansion) when Brittany stops outside a bedroom. The door is slightly open, and I can see the closet door has been unlocked, the key sitting on the floor.

Brittany pulls me to the side, and starts whispering.
B-"You need to go in there."
S-"Me?! Why not you?"
B-"You and Kurt are friends. Please."
S-"I'm not good with feelings."
B-"I'm even worse."
S-"Fine. But don't tell Blaine."
B-"Don't worry, I won't. I'll help Quinn hand out flowers, and let Mercedes know.
S-"Okay."
B-"Good luck."

I walk into the room, my shoes sinking into the carpet. I pull open the closet door, and there's Kurt.
I crawl in beside him, and close the door again.

S-"I'm sorry, but this is really ironic."

I hear him sigh, but he does chuckle slightly. It's completely dark, but I find his hand and squeeze it.

S-"You okay?"
K-"Not really."
S-"What's wrong. Tell Aunty Snixx."
K-"I don't know. I'm just worried. I know it's clichéd to have second thoughts the morning of, but-"
S-"You're not having second thoughts. You just can't ever trust yourself, and you want to be doing the right thing. And I can tell you, this is the right decision. Remind me how you and Blaine met?"
K-"We were at a play park, in the North sector of Lima Heights. I was 13, he was 14. He was sitting on top of the slide, reading a Vogue magazine. I asked him what he thought of that year's Fashion week, and he replied 'simple but not trashy'. We became friends, then best friends, then boyfriends."
S-"Damn. That was sickening. Cute, but sickening. Seriously though, you two are perfect for each other. I'm pretty sure that, out of all the couples, you two have the lowest fight count."