Her friend fixes the position of her wedding veil on her head, leans her head and wraps her head around her shoulders. The two women smile into the full length mirror.

"You look so beautiful, ," the blonde remarks gently.

"Thank you, Quinn ," she sighs happily. "And thank you for coming with me so last minute. My father s just couldn't fly all the way to NY with business and the divorce."

"I love you both, absolutely, so this is my pleasure. You know, you're really lucky. He loves you so much, Rachel ."

She grins, leaning her head against Quinn's.

"I know I'm lucky. I love him so much, too."

A comfortable silence falls over them, as they admire her in her wedding dress.

"I never thanked you," Rachel whispers.

"For what?"

"For giving us your…blessing, I guess. For not being weird about anything. For being friends with both of us. We both love you so much. We didn't want to lose you."

She shakes her head, squeezing Rachel more tightly.

"You'd never lose me. It's water under the bridge, all of it. What's most important is that both of you are happy. And you both are. I haven't known you as long, so I can't say for sure. But I've known Puck sorry Noah for a long time. And I've never seen him happier."

"Still," Rachel breathes, turning and grabbing her friend's hands. "Thank you."

Quinn brings her into a hug.

"No problem."

"So we both think this is the one?" Rachel said , breaking out of Quinn's arms and turning to look at herself in the mirror once more.

"This is definitely the one. You know," she said with a wink, "Noah is pretty lucky himself."

Both of the women laughed.