Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. If I did, Rachel would have never accepted Finn's proposal and her and Quinn would be having a long distance relationship right now.
I know, I know. I really should be working on Santana the Vampire Slayer (or any of the other stories I have in progress), but this little story popped in my head when I was (for some reason) thinking of the wedding between Jesse and Becky on Full House and it just wrote itself.
Enjoy!
"Really Quinn?" Rachel yelled at the blonde as she marched into the hospital room, still clad in her white wedding gown, her hair up in a bun with a small tiara sitting on top of her head. "You just had to end up in the emergency room on my wedding day, again."
"I said you should have eloped," Santana commented from the corner of the room.
"Not helping San," Quinn commented, earning a shrug from the Latina. "Rachel, I'm sorry. It's not like I meant to end up in the hospital again."
"I know you didn't plan on coming to the hospital, that's why its called an accident Quinn, but that doesn't change the fact that you did indeed end up in the hospital, on my wedding day," Rachel ranted. "Again!"
"Are you even going to ask if I'm okay?" Quinn asked, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow.
"Considering you asked me that, I am assuming, for the most part, you are alright," Rachel answered, a little less angry. "I still can't believe you thought that would be a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Why not? Why not?!" Rachel screeched, her ire raised once again. "You are seriously asking why jumping out of a plane, on my wedding day, was not a good idea?"
"Yes, Rachel, I am."
"Okay, I'll tell you."
"Way to go Fabray."
"Shut it Lopez."
"Are you two done?" Rachel asked, already in lecture mode. The two women snapped their mouths closed and nodded. The girl may be tiny (and currently in a big puffy white dress), but when she's angry, she can be terrifying. "Thank you. One, skydiving is dangerous. Any number of things could go wrong, which you proved by breaking your leg while landing. Two, I told you to not do anything stupid today that could possibly cause you to end up in the emergency room. Three, it's my wedding day Quinn Fabray!"
"I'm well aware of that Rachel Berry."
"Yes, well, if you hadn't been stupid and gone skydiving, you'd be calling me Rachel Fabray by this time!"
Quinn smiled at her fiancee and lightly shook her head. "Rachel, I'm sorry, but Santana mentioned ..."
"Santana mentioned?!" Rachel yelled, turning to said woman.
"Damn, thanks Q, just throw me under the bus why don't you?" Santana said, crossing her arms over her chest and hunkering down in her seat, just waiting for Rachel's lecture.
Quinn tuned out her best friend's grumbling and just watched as Rachel chewed her out for thinking skydiving on her wedding day was a good idea, with a smattering of Spanish thrown in because the two brunettes had been hanging out way too much. She closed her eyes before leaning back into her pillow. She truly did love that woman.