Hopelessly Devoted To You

The Wedding

A/N: Just a little reminder that this chapter doesn't belong to me. Thank you for the person who wrote it for giving me this whole idea.

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I hadn't seen Quinn since our break up five years ago, and there she was sitting in the audience at Mercedes and Sam's wedding while I was standing up here in this dress. I couldn't believe it. Neither Trouty Mouth or Wheezy (as I insisted on still calling them) informed me she'd be here, though I probably should have expected it. How could I have not expected her to be here? Every other member of our glee club was here.

Hands clenching around the bouquet of flowers I held, forcing a smile to keep on my face as I watched Mercedes' father walk her down the aisle, I studied Quinn surreptitiously, eyes darting away each time I worried she's going to be looking back at me. It was coward and totally not badass, but it's better than the alternative.

It had to be better. At least.

The ceremony was a blur, the happiness and tears on both Mercedes and Sam's faces totally not making my heart ache. My eyes strayed towards Quinn more than is probably healthy, but that's what I got for bringing a date to the wedding that I'd only been seeing for a couple of weeks. I'd been determined not to be seen as pathetic that I'd asked the girl I'd been casually fucking to accompany me, promising her an open bar to get her to come. It didn't help that hands down, Quinn was a million times hotter than Rhonda could ever be.

It wasn't fair.

Quinn was supposed to be rundown. Supposed to have reverted back to her Lucy persona. She wasn't allowed to be as slim and as sexy as she had been at the height of our relationship, her face just as beautiful and sculpted as my hands had traced.

I couldn't stop my eyes from studying the people on either side of her, straining as I tried to see if she was holding hands with that guy, that woman. Sure, they weren't as hot as I am, but seriously? How many people could match my degree of hotness? Not many. And even if Quinn is stunning, that doesn't mean she had been able to find someone who matched me.

At least, she wasn't supposed to have found someone as hot as me.

The "I dos" were over before I knew it, the beaming couple sharing a kiss that would have honestly nauseated me if I hadn't been honestly happy for them. They'd had a rough path, but they fit. So for them to finally be legally shacking up – it doesn't make me seem pathetic to be tearing up myself, right? I was still a romantic, okay? So sue me.

As the new happily married couple run down the aisle, disappearing into their waiting limousine, I lost sight of both Quinn and Rhonda. Too caught up in watching the limousine disappear around the corner, arms wrapped around Brittany as she hugged me back, I was not prepared for a different tall blonde to bump into me as I turned back to make my way back into the church.

My heart dropped.

"Santana," Quinn's eyes widen, falling to stare at the ground before wandering back to my gaze.

"...Hey," I managed, the flowers practically forgotten in my hands.

There was an uncomfortable silence, and then Quinn opened her mouth, jaw moving. "Hey, uhm," she started, hand coming up to her left hip as she always had when she was nervous, "How are you?"

I dipped my head, licking my lips. "I'm fine," I smiled, bobbing my head, ignoring Puck who bumped into my shoulder, nodding at Quinn.

"Good." A real smile crossed Quinn's face, and I couldn't help but stare at her. "You're here with someone?"

"...Kind of," I answered vaguely, not really sure why I was saying it. I mean – Rhonda.

Quinn tilted her head. "Kind of?"

I swallowed. "It's not serious." Okay, why was I making that clear? "You?" I continued. Just... It's been five years. Why? Why did I care? I shouldn't care.

Quinn looked down. "No one," she smiled, meeting my eyes again. "It's been... Difficult."

"I hear you," I offered worldly, nodding, even if I was completely shitting the truth. It hadn't been hard to find a willing body. But I wouldn't let myself be ashamed. Just because she threw me away doesn't mean I had to stay celibate.

Taking a step back, Quinn studied me. "Really?" she asked, sounding knowledgeable and as if she knew, "That's hard to imagine."

"Why?" I frowned, voice deepening, glaring at her. She's hit an area that I obviously don't appreciate. An area that we had contention when we - -

Were still together.

Quinn seemed to realize this, as she took another step back. "I'm sorry," she murmured, eyes darkening, hands tensing on her hip, "It's not my business."

"You're damn right, it isn't," I pushed, my face instantly going slack. No. I'm not bitter. I'm not. "Now if you excuse me." I turned, my face tight and hot, not wanting to look at her, "I have a shorty to find."

"Shorty," Quinn snorted.

"Yes," I stressed, glaring at her, "You liked it when I called you that."

Quinn frowned at me. "No, that was something else entirely."

"Really?" I paused, looking back at her. I was confused.

"Really." Her voice soft, Quinn smoothed down her dress. "San, do you really not remember?"

No. I remembered.

"Sorry," I muttered, not looking at her.

She sighed. "Whatever."

I could hear her walking away. No, my heart pounded, no.

"Q," I gasped, spinning on the pad of my foot, catching her wrist. Taking in her shocked expression, the darkening of her hazel eyes, I gave her a lopsided serious expression, "Are you happy?"

She studied my eyes. "Does it matter?" she asked voice soft. When I couldn't answer, she shook my hand from her wrist. "I thought not," she breathed, smiling sadly. "Take care, Santana."

"You too," I muttered, watching her walk away.

She'd... She'd be at the reception, right?

Right?