Thanks for reading! This story goes AU before "New York" and Quinn and Finn have stayed together through graduation. This story is rated M for language and sexuality. Don't be alarmed by the very Fuinn beginning. There is LOTS of Faberry to come, I promise. Thank you for reading and please don't hesitate to let me know what you think. I want to hear the good, the bad, and the ugly.
The ceremony was as flawless as Kurt had promised it would be. The flowers arrived fresh and on schedule. The cake had been decorated to the minutest detail. The delicate lace of her dress skimmed smoothly down her body, her hair shone golden and bright in its waves, and her make up stayed put throughout the vows, even as tears welled in her eyes. The nights Quinn and Kurt had spent poring over copies of The Knot and Martha Stewart Wedding and Bridal Guide had paid off to make the Hudson-Fabray wedding both classic and breathtakingly beautiful. She had to hand it to Kurt; his eye for color and detail was the best wedding gift she could have asked for and she had no regrets about naming him her man of honor.
She left very few decisions up to Finn, who, when asked what he wanted included on the dinner menu, deemed pizza bagels and tater-tots appropriate wedding fare.
"I don't get why you think it's such a bad idea. Everyone loves pizza, and who doesn't like tater tots?" he explained. "Plus, I though having bagels might make Puck and Rachel feel more comfortable, since they're Jews and it'll probably be their first time in a church."
Quinn stared at her fiancé, unable to process what she had just heard.
"Rachel Berry is not invited to our wedding." Color rose to Quinn's cheeks at the mere thought of considering the idea. What kind of man would invite his ex-girlfriend to his marriage to his high school sweetheart? She didn't know they even talked anymore.
"I just didn't think it was fair to invite the whole glee club and leave Rachel out."
"Why? It's exactly what we did all through high school."
"Yeah, and don't you feel, I don't know, a little bad about it?"
"No," Quinn snapped, "I don't. And do you know why, Finn? Because Rachel Berry used every opportunity she had to break us up for her own selfish reasons. You really don't think that she would try the same thing at our wedding?"
"I don't. You don't know her, Quinn. She's really changed."
"Oh right," she huffed. "I'm sure she's totally over her lovesick puppy dog ways. Next you'll tell me that she wears only couture and has donated all of her knee socks to some sort of orphans with cold legs charity."
"Babe, I've let you take charge of everything else, but I really want Rachel to be there. She's my friend and she's been there for me through a lot. Plus, there will be like 200-"
"168," Quinn interrupted.
"168 other people there. You don't even have to talk to her."
"Fine, you can invite manhands to our wedding, but that means no Macarena."
"But it's the only dance I can actually do!"
"You can only add one tacky aspect to our celebration, Finn. It's up to you."
"Okay, well I guess that means I pick Rachel, since I already sent her an invitation."
She had called her mother after their conversation.
"Quinnie, relax. No one is going to take Finn from you. He's yours. If he still loved her, why would he want her to watch while he gives himself to you?"
"I know you're right, mom, but it still seems strange."
"It will be fine, honey. She probably won't accept the invitation. And even if she does, you'll be the star and no one, not even Rachel, will be able to take their eyes off of you."