"A toast to the bride to be, the mother of Puck's child, and my best friend, Quinn. We love you and may you sparkle like this champagne." Santana added.

We chuckled, and ate under the clearest May skies, enjoying each other and the fireworks.

…..

(Quinn's point of view)

I had the hiccups. I was in one of the many rooms in the church locked away so that I wouldn't be overwhelmed with the planning.

Santana even put on The Rose by Westlife to lighten up the mood.

"Take a deep breath Quinn. Everything is going to be fine." Santana said to console me.

She scrolled through her phone with one hand and rested her other hand on my shoulder. Just as my breathing returned to normal, there was a knock at the door.

I jumped.

"I'll get that, you stay here and practice your vows under your breath." She motioned with her hands.

One part of me tried, but I couldn't help but overhear the angry whispers coming from Santana.

I was getting nauseous. I started to pace but soon after the walls started to move, so I settled for a chair by the window.

"Quinn, I'm going to send for your mom. They need me downstairs." She said calmly.

I nodded not looking at her. It was hotter than it was ten seconds ago. My hands were trembling but I eventually got the window open.

I took a deep breath.

The room fell so deafly quiet that I could hear the pounding in my ears slow, until my mom bumped into the nearby vase, breaking it into a million pieces.

"Oopps, sorry Quinnie. I'll pay for that." She said with a laugh closing the door and stepping over the broken glass.

I couldn't thank her enough for taking my mind off of today's events or rather the fear that I was feeling.

"It's ok mom. I actually could use a distraction. I can't seem to remember which line is mine in these vows anymore." I admitted.

She smiled as she took my hand in hers.

"You look beautiful!" She said embracing me.

"Thanks mom." I blushed.

"You know Quinnie, when I was your age, I was terrified, but you know what made me walk down that aisle? I didn't want to imagine life without your father." She looked away.

She kissed me on my hair and whispered "I love you' when a knock interrupted us.

"Showtime ladies." My father extended his hand to me waiting to walk me down the aisle.

…..

I wasn't thinking anymore.

This was going to be the happiest moment of my life and I didn't want anything to mess that up, not even my fears.

I don't remember walking to the doors of the sanctuary.

All I remember is seeing his face watching me. Seeing Puck standing there freshly shaved, waiting for me.

My heart was pounding out of my chest not because I was afraid, but because he was there.

The father of my beautiful child was also the man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I broke eye contact, taking in the set up. Looking around at the people supporting us. My eyes landed on Santana who mouthed 'no tears' before smiling and grabbing Britt's hand.

I smiled and used my free hand to catch my tears before I smudged my make-up.

The sunlight coming through the windows complimented the faint lavender decorations and the subtle smell of lilac candles melted my heart.

It was my favorite scent. As if reading my expression, Kurt hi-fived Santana before she pulled him into a half hug. I couldn't have had anyone else plan my wedding but them two.

I was counting down the steps that I had to take to get to where Puck was standing, when my father squeezed my hand and did something that surprised me.

He cried.

"Quinn, I know I've been hard on you, but I would give anything to see you happy and I realize that he makes you happy. They make you happy." He whispered looking at Puck and Beth.

I squeezed his arm back, so overwhelmed with emotion.

I made eye contact with my mom who clasped her hands together to fight back the tears. She smiled and nodded at me.

I looked at Mr. Shue, Shelby, Santana's mom and abuela and finally at Beth.

I swore I would pass out. Her face was in awe.

Cameras were flashing all at once and just like that, my father gave my hand to Puck and we began the ceremony.

….

That was two years ago, in September when life was nothing but rainbows without the rain.

I grabbed the remote, rewinding our wedding video. I fast forward to glee singing The Rose, the song that Puck and I danced to.

When the night has been too lonely

And the road has been too long

I twirled my wedding ring remembering being in Puck's arms.

And you think that love is only

For the Lucky and the Strong

I hugged the blankets closing my eyes.

Just remember in the winter

Far beneath the bitter snows

I remember Puck singing,

Lies the seed that with the sun's love

In the Spring becomes the rose

My vision blurred and suddenly I was crying in Puck's arms for the second time this week.

"Shhh, it's ok babe. I got you." He whispered.

Beth was at summer camp, and Puck took the week off this year to be with me as I relived the miscarriage of August last year. We haven't tried again since. I was too afraid.

I had nightmares that I would roll over in my sleep and crush the baby. I would wake up screaming and check my stomach only to cry all over again from losing the last baby.

Puck would rub his face and hold me and rock me back to sleep.

Ever since, we wouldn't have sex in August at all, in fact, sex wasn't even fun anymore.

It was something that Puck enjoyed, and so I'd do it for him.

To me, it was a reminder that my body failed me and that I failed our baby. It was my fault and I could never go back and change that.

Sensing my sadness, Puck picked me up and held me close.

"Do you remember when I wrote you letters?" He started.

I nodded too tired to respond.

"I'm thinking that maybe every August, we should write to the baby." He hesitated.

"The doctor says it will help us cope until we can get past it." He trailed off.

I pushed against his chest to look him in the face.

"Is that what you want to do? Forget that it happened?" My face flushed red.

He sighed, closing his eyes.

"Quinn…"

"I can't stay here this August." He froze.

"I'm going to stay with my mom for some time."

"Quinn, don't go. I didn't mean it."

"It's fine. We have different needs emotionally." I said shrugging him off.

He locked me in his arms from behind.

"Please don't go." He begged.

I sighed.

"Today is a half day for Beth in camp. Don't forget Shelby and her are taking the bus to Chicago tomorrow and it leaves at 10:35am." I said before breaking his hold on me and packing a suitcase.

I didn't look at his face when I left, I simply kissed his head as he sat in his favorite chair with his face in his hands.

(Santana's point of view)

My left breast was hurting, so either my period was coming or something wasn't right.

I went with the latter when Quinn joined me at the only beach like area in Ohio.

"Quinn, you look like you can use a tan." I snickered.

By her lack of response, I knew something was up. I'm not one for beating around the bush, so I cut to the chase.

I took my shades off and sat up.

"What's going on chica?" I said eying her suitcase.

"It's nothing. Puck and I had a fight." She twisted her wedding ring.

I sighed remembering that it's August.

"What happened?" I got off my towel to go sit with her on top of the cooler.

"He wants us to forget San. He wants us to 'move on' and the doctor recommends coping so that we can forget our baby." Tears fell freely at this point.

"Oh Q." I said hugging her.

The wind picked up as the sun shone with more intensity than before.

"Puck is an idiot and so is the doctor. You take as long as you need to process what happened. They're not against you, they just want to help you. You can't be mad at them trying" I said.

She nodded.

"I know, it's just not fair. They've never been pregnant. They don't understand the trauma. Puck doesn't feel what I feel." She ranted.

"Do you know what Puck feels? Have you ever asked?" She didn't respond. Looks like I struck a nerve.

And my work here is done, I thought to myself smugly.

I rubbed her back then went to lay back down on my towel.

"No." I heard her say after a while.

I shrugged. I knew she knew that I was right.

"I'm going to get going. My mom is waiting for me." She trailed off.

I knew she was uncomfortable, but I couldn't take her side. I couldn't make her feel like she was the only one suffering in pain. She wasn't the victim in the scenario.

But Quinn has a thick skull, and so when life gives her lemons, she needs help turning that into lemonade.

She's always been like that but despite everything, she'd always be my best friend and nothing and no one was going to change that.