I suppose I felt a bit inspired before work today, so here is a short one-shot I wrote in less than two hours. It is loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's 'Speak Now', but you'll see that as you read on :) I hope you like it! Gotta head to work now.

Xo, Em.

Quinn was pacing restlessly outside the church. God she shouldn't be here! This was so wrong. And why the hell was it in a church? She shook her head and looked down at the piece of paper she was holding in her hands.

You are cordially invited to the wedding of

Maria Johnson

and

Santana Lopez

On Saturday, May 5th

St. John's church.

Quinn shivered as she read it over for the god-knows-how-many time.

Seriously Santana, a church?! You hate churches. You say they are sent from hell to give the devil's spawn somewhere to go. You usually cross the street if there is a church on the side you're walking at. And now you're getting married in one? I'm guessing this wasn't your idea.

She shouldn't be here. Technically the invitation in her hand, addressed to one Lucy Quinn Fabray (again, so not Santana's idea, she knows how much Quinn hates Lucy) would suggest otherwise, but she doesn't belong here. The wedding hasn't started yet, but everyone's still inside, the only people still outside with her are people she thankfully don't know. She doesn't want to meet anyone. Not today. Not on the worst day of her life. An older lady walked up to her and smiled politely.

"Are you here for the Johnson/Lopez wedding? If so you better head inside dear, it's about to start."

Quinn smiled politely and thanked her, and before she knew it she found herself inside the church. It was beautifully decorated with lilac colored flowers all over and the guests all looked stunning.

Seriously Santana? Did you have any say in this wedding? You hate lilac almost as much as you hate churches.

Quinn took a deep breath and sat down on one of the pews, almost all the way in the back. She could see Santana standing with her bridesmates by the altar and she looked absolutely stunning. Her dress was light pink, almost white and it stood out beautifully against her dark features. Quinn almost gasped, but she didn't want anyone to pay attention to her, so she bit the inside of her cheek and kept quiet. Luckily she was so far in the back and Santana was so busy with her bridesmates that she didn't see her.

Lucy Quinn Fabray, you shouldn't be here! Stand up and leave right this moment. You're so fucking stupid for even flying out here in the first place. Santana probably doesn't even want you here, you were just invited because Maria did the invitations and she's seen all of your old cheerleading pictures. You're just torturing yourself by being here. That weekend in Seattle meant nothing. Just stand on up and walk out. NOW.

Just as Quinn was about to stand up and leave the pianist started playing and the doors opened. As Maria walked in with her father people were gasping and talking amongst themselves while Quinn was fighting back tears. And they were not happy tears. Maria looked so beautiful. No wonder Santana chose her. She wore a simple, white dress with her dark brown hair in curls down her back; three lilac flowers were attached to bobby pins and were holding her hair away from her face. Her bright, blue eyes were sparkling and while she was wearing more than enough make up it somehow still looked natural. She was so beautiful and she looked so happy.

Don't do it Fabray. Just fucking do not do it.

But as usual Quinn did not listen to herself and she slowly turned around to look at Santana and her heart broke. Santana looked so happy, even as tears streamed down her face she looked stunning. Quinn looked between the two brides and she felt as if she was witnessing an intimate moment, something she shouldn't have witnessed. It was as if they were the only two people in the room. The hundreds of guests had just disappeared in their view. They only saw each other and they couldn't stop smiling. Quinn was glad she was sitting all alone in her pew and that there were no one behind her, because it wasn't hard to tell that these tears were far from happy. She pulled out a pack of Kleenex from her small purse and used a tissue to aggressively wipe away her own tears. She wished the ground would just open up and swallow her. She had read about it. There were apparently many places in the world where there had been these so called 'sinkholes' and they would suddenly just break and whatever was there at that time would get swallowed up. It would seem quite appropriate to her if that happened at this moment. They were after all in a church and she was after all a sinner. Hell awaited her. Anything would be better than sitting here and having to witness this terrible, terrible moment.

Come on ground. Just open up. Doesn't have to be a big hole, I'm pretty small. I don't want anyone else to disappear, just me. You can do it ground!

At that moment Maria reached Santana and Santana gave Maria a sweet kiss on the cheek as they exchanged a few words. Probably telling each other how beautiful they both looked. Freaking disgusting. The two linked their fingers together as they walked towards the minister and Quinn had to look away because she did not want to be here. She did not witness these two tell each other they would be together forever. She wanted Santana to be happy more than anything, but she wanted it to be with her. She didn't care how selfish that sounded, because it was the truth. Santana's happiness belonged to her, because the only way she herself would be happy was if Santana belonged to her.

The minister had clearly known Maria for her whole life because he was telling stories about how he had baptized her and added plenty of stories about things Maria had done in Sunday school. Some of it was apparently funny because the whole church was laughing and Santana looked very amused, but Quinn had blocked it all out. She didn't want to hear how perfect and amazing Maria was. It didn't matter, because she still didn't deserve Santana. Quinn tuned back into the speech when he switched to talking about Santana. He didn't exactly say anything she didn't already know, but she could listen to people talking about Santana all day long so she didn't care. Even from a distance she could tell that Santana was blushing and Maria apparently found this to be adorable. Even though Santana loved being the center of attention it was something else when there were several hundred guests there. She clearly preferred smaller crowds. The two were still holding hands and they would look at each other every now and then, both blushing whenever they were caught staring.

Great, this is just so fucking adorable. Grow the fuck up Lopez, you're 29 for Gods sake, not some teenage girl with a crush.

Quinn knew that if her mother had been there to read her thoughts right now she would have scolded her for mentally cursing in a church, but she honestly didn't care. That preppy, God loving girl she had once been was long gone. Long gone. Quinn had graduated Yale, top of her class, and had traveled around the world for a year before she returned to the States, where she had been offered a job for a publishing company in Seattle. Even though it had absolutely nothing to do with her degree she loved reading and getting to do just that for a living was wonderful, so she had instantly accepted it, packed her bags and moved to the Evergreen state. Ever since the incident at Will and Emma's wedding she and Santana had kept in touch every now and then, but they had never gone back to being best friends. Santana had worked at a bar for a while before she got into NYU, where she had met Maria and the two had been together ever since. When Quinn had moved to Seattle the two had lost contact, only really talking to each other to wish the other a happy birthday, or a Merry Christmas. Quinn had been so busy at work that she didn't even have time to hang out with anyone, yet alone date, so the weekend Santana had come to Seattle for work had been a pleasant one. What had started out as a dinner between friends had ended up as a weekend in bed, only taking minor breaks to eat. By the time Santana went home on Monday evening the two had made a silent agreement to never talk about this ever again. Santana was in a steady relationship after all. But Quinn had already fallen in love with her former best friend. She had been in love with her since she was 18 and that damn weekend sure as hell hadn't helped her. It broke her heart when she drove Santana to the airport and watch her leave, to go home to her girlfriend. That girlfriend should have been Quinn. She hated Maria with every fiber of her being for making Santana happy. She knew very well how bitter and selfish she sounded. She really did. And she hated it, almost as much as she hated Maria, but she couldn't help it. Santana was the love of her life. She needed to be with Santana. She would never be able to love anyone the way she loved Santana. And no one would ever love Santana as much as she did. Not even Maria. Quinn wiped her eyes again, and they were luckily now pretty dry. She was sure she had make up all over her face though, but she honestly didn't care.

"If any man, woman, or child has any just reason or cause why these two should not be lawfully wed or joined, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Why the hell are everyone looking at me? I'm not the one getting married. How do they even know I'm here? Did I say something?

Quinn frowned slightly, but when her own hazel eyes locked with Santana's chocolate orbs she gasped. Holy mother of fucking Jesus Christ. She was standing up.

"Quinn?"

Santana's voice was low, but because every single person in that church was holding their breath and the acoustics in the church were amazing, Quinn could hear her, even in the back. Quinn looked around to find that they were all staring at her, all of them. Her heart started pounding in her chest and she struggled to breath.

You either sit the fuck down Fabray, or you leave right now. Do not say a single word, do you hear me?

"I'm in love with you."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

There was a collective gasp in the church as all heads turned from her to Santana, to see her reaction. Santana's jaw dropped as she stared at Quinn with disbelief. Maria was looking between the two of them, frowning slightly.

"Santana, what's going on?"

Santana gently squeezed her soon-to-be wife's hand as her eyes continued to search for an answer on Quinn's face.

"Quinn, what's going on?"

Lucy Quinn Fabray, leave this church right now and catch the first possible flight back to Seattle. Do. Not. Say. Another. Word.

"I'm completely and utterly in love with you and I can't let you do this."

Her voice was weak as tears again began streaming down her face. Santana frowned slightly before her eyes broke from Quinn's for a second to look at the woman at her side.

"Quinn, I think you should leave."

Quinn thought she was going to collapse, but she felt two strong arms catch her and she looked up to see Santana's older brother hold her.

"Alex."

Her voice came out as a whisper and she smiled gently at her. Quinn had never really understood why Santana's Hispanic parents had named him Alexander instead of Alejandro, but it was apparently so he would feel more American. She liked it. She had always liked Alexander; he was nice to her, even when she was pregnant. And she could tell that he wasn't mad at her now either. With Alexander's help she got out of the church and as soon as the light breeze hit her she started sobbing. Alex hugged her tightly until he was sure that Quinn could stand on her own. He kissed her forehead gently and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. Quinn loved his smile, it was so genuine.

"I love you Quinn and so does Santana. She won't be mad at you, but just leave her alone for a little while, huh?"

Quinn nodded slightly and he kissed her forehead again.

"I have to get back in there, but take care of yourself, Care Bear."

Quinn couldn't help but smile and nodded. Alex had called her Care Bear ever since she had first met him because she would always carry one around when she was younger. Her favorite was Cheer Bear. She watched Alex walk back into the church before she took a deep breath and hailed a cab. She returned to her hotel to pack her bag and check out before she went straight to the airport. There were a few seats available for the next flight, in five hours, so she was able to get one of them and even got to check in and go through security. She had changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, her favorite pair of pink converse on her feet instead of horrible, uncomfortable heels. She sat down on a row of seats and put her backpack in the seat next to her. She plugged in her EarPods and closed her eyes, letting the calming tones of Beethoven take over. She had just made a complete fool of herself in front of hundreds of people at her former best friend's wedding. She was 29 years old; you don't do that when you're almost 30! Scratch that; you don't do that EVER. She could still picture the terrified faces of the people around her as they all stared at her. Quinn didn't even know that they still said that in weddings. She thought that was only in movies, where the grooms long lost love declared her love for him and he ran away with her, leaving his former fiancée at the altar. Or the other way around of course. But she seriously did not think that that sort of crap actually happened in real life. She didn't even know she had heard the minister, she thought she had just zoned out. She guess she had acted on instinct. And now she could never see Santana again. And all their friends would probably side with Santana too, so it was basically just her and her Seattle friends. Who weren't really her friends, most people called them co-workers. She had been so busy with work these last few years that she didn't have time to actually get to know anyone. Well, when she got home she was gonna go to a bar and make new friends. Didn't matter if they were boys or girls, straight or gay, she just needed friends. Friends who didn't know about her past. She'd tell them if she wanted to. This sounded just perfect.

Just as Moonlight Sonata, her personal favorite, came on she felt herself slip into a deep sleep. She woke up a while later and looked at her watch to see that she still had an hour and a half to go before boarding so she grabbed her backpack and walked over to the nearest Starbucks to get something to eat. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and she was starving. She bought a bagel and some Chai Latte before she returned to her previous seat and started eating. She had so much on her mind that eating didn't exactly go fast and by the time she was done with her bagel there was just 45 minutes left until boarding. She closed her eyes again, as Ode to Joy ironically started playing.

Just as the choir started singing she heard a different voice.

"Is this seat taken?"

She opened her eyes and felt her heart stop beating in her chest.

"Santana."

It came out as a breathless whisper as the girl in front of her smiled slightly. Quinn looked her up and down and noticed that she was neither wearing a wedding ring nor her impressive engagement ring. She simply nodded and moved her backpack out of the way and Santana sat down, looking straight ahead, and took Quinn's hand into her own, their fingers laced together.