A/N: Based on a tumblr post I saw the other day. I apologize wholeheartedly for not knowing who the credit to, for the post. But uhm it just gave me a million feelings all at once, and this came to mind.
It will be slightly AU, I've also yet to determine *exactly* what the fate of Rachel and Quinn will be. Let me know what you think and I'll go from there.

"ON MY WAY."

Rachel doesn't even say anything. She simply holds up her phone towards Santana, almost completely disregarding Finn.

Santana reads the words and then looks up at Rachel, slightly dipping her head in acknowledgment. Rachel mentally gives herself a pat on the back and then seems to realize she might want to fill Finn in on the development.

"She just texted me back. She's on her way. We're going to wait Finn."

The boy's face is overcome by a look of sheer constipated control. His eyebrows furrow, eyes squinting, chin jutting out, "Wait, what?"

Santana sighs, rolling her eyes and speaking up, "Does she have to spell it out for you? She said. You're going. To wait." She speaks slowly while enunciating each word, overly extending the pauses between every two words.

Finn shoots her a look of disdain, while Rachel simply shakes her head at her friend's antics.

"Rachel, we really, really, can't afford to wait. I said it before and I'll say it again. It's now or never."

Santana shares a look with Brittany who moved to sit on the armrest of the couch. They both have a feeling something's going to happen.

Rachel looks up at him, eyes flashing something dangerous, "Now or never? We can't wait for another day to get married? You cannot get married to me on any other day, at any other time, if we don't do it today? Is that what you're saying?"

Finn nods his head wildly, "Yes! Exactly you totally get it!" He stops and then backtracks, "No, no wait! That's not what I meant! I mean of course I want to marry you! I want to marry you so much that I just cant wait!"

Rachel folds her arms across her chest and shakes her head sadly, "Finn. Finn this, I can't do this without Quinn here. If she isn't here, it's not happening. I refuse to get married without Quinn being here with me."

Santana looks up at her girlfriend to find Brittany softly smiling back at her knowingly. The blonde gets closer and whispers in Santana's ear, "And Q thought she wouldn't be able to stop Rachel from getting married today."

Santana smiles lovingly at her and nods her head, "Rachel's totally letting her 'Quinn loving' shine through now though."

They look back towards the feuding couple just in time to see Finn attempt to kick over a chair, only to cry out in pain when his foot collided with the immovable object, i.e the luxurious heavy wood chair. He shoots them all glares as he hops out of the room in search of some ice.

"I told you guys it was bad luck to see the bride." Tina says softly, not really looking at anyone.

Rachel takes a deep breath and holds herself together as she turns her back on the adults and the boys at the door as she says quietly, yet clearly, "I am incredibly sorry, but if Finn is serious about not being able to wait any longer then I'm afraid there simply wont be any wedding vows being taken today. I apologize to each and every one of you who have put aside whatever plans you may have had to come and join us on this supposedly wonderful day. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to want to be left alone here please."

LeRoy looks as if he wants to step forward, however, a gentle placement of the hand and Hiram has them both walking out of the door, followed by Burt, Carole, William and Sue. The boys try and gauge whether or not they can perhaps stay in the room, however one look at a now standing Santana has them all walking out of the room as well.

Brittany walks over to the chair Rachel is now sitting in and takes a seat on the arm rest of that, "She'll totally be here Rach. Like, she would never ever want to break her word to you."

Rachel looks up at her, her brown eyes a stormy mess, "I really hope so Brittany."

The blonde smoothly slides her arm across Rachel's shoulders and leans back against the chair, "We'll totally wait with you, wont we San?"

Santana nods her head, slightly distracted because she's trying to get her zipper down, without shimmying around too much, "Yeah, sure we will baby."

Tina, Mercedes and Sugar look at each other, before Sugar finally speaks, "So…are we allowed to like take these dresses off? Because no offense Rachel, but this color really doesn't compliment me all that well."

Rachel shakes her head slightly, letting out a slightly chocked laugh, "No yes, by all means, take them off. Change into something more comfortable. It's not like we're going to be using them anyways, as it seems Finn has it in his head that we're just never getting married. I seem to have called off the wedding, haven't I?"

Sugar nods her head exuberantly, while Brittany nods her head slowly, rubbing a hand up and down Rachel's back, as Sugar quickly states, "Yes. Okay well then. Girls? Let's go, maybe we can get some of the best men to take us home."

Tina's eyes widen, "Sugar!"

As they walk out, Sugar can be heard defending herself, "What? That Mike sure is hot, you can't blame me."

Santana snorts as she finally gets the zipper down enough for her to easily reach it now, "Sugar sure is something else isn't she?"

Rachel however is staring down at her lap, at her phone. Brittany frowns while looking at her then glances at Santana, "She looks like a sad puppy San."

The cheerleader nods her agreement, only doing so because Rachel is too distracted to see her, "Want me to get you something to change into as well B?"

Brittany shakes her head, "No, thank you though. I'm going to just stay here and wait with Rach. You can get changed if you want."

Santana smiles at her and then softly lays a hand on Rachel's shoulder, causing Rachel to look up at her, "I'm sorry things didn't go exactly to plan Rachel."

Rachel's lower lip trembles slightly, but she takes a deep breath and controls herself before nodding, a pained apologetic smile on her face as well, "I'm sorry as well. I know you weren't exactly overjoyed at the prospect. Thank you Santana."

She shrugs her shoulders as if to say 'don't worry about it' and then gives Brittany a wink before walking out to the adjoining changing room to change into her street clothes.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxox

It's been two hours and Finn has tried to come in to talk to Rachel exactly zero times, sending Puck in his place instead, once.

"He uh said he'd totally come himself but he thought you might injure his foot some more." Puck himself looks like he'd rather not deliver the message; he grimaces and continues, "He says he'll forgive you though. And he's already looking for other dates. He wants to know if he can book a time for after tomorrow."

Santana grimaces as well, having seen the look on Rachel's face as Puck was speaking.

"Noah, thank you for being his messenger boy. It really wasn't necessary for you to go through the trouble but thank you. Tell Finn he can book a time for whenever he wants, but not to expect me to be there anytime soon."

Puck's eyes widen for all but a second after which he simply nods and walks out the door before quickly popping back in and asking gently, "Still haven't heard from her?"

To which Rachel shakes her head and lowers her gaze, "Not yet."

He nods and once again leaves the room.

Santana looks up from her place on the floor at the other two girls' feet, "Are you sure you don't want to change Rachel?"

The young woman in question shakes her head and says quietly, "And even if I did want to change, I haven't anything to change into. I didn't bring anything else to wear."

Santana sighs and softly pokes Rachel's bare foot, "Well let's get you home so you can change and we can figure out where in the world is Quinn Fabray."

Brittany perks up and she grins excitedly, "I love that game."

Santana smiles adoringly up at her girlfriend and nods her head, "I know, and I love you." Her eyes widen slightly at that, having realized she's said it in front of Rachel and in a rather intimate way, at least for her. However when Rachel doesn't freak out she calms down and rolls her eyes at herself, for thinking Rachel would even bat an eyelash about that.

Rachel however shakes her head, "No I…You two don't have to stay. But I'm not leaving. Quinn…Quinn said she'd be here. She said she was on her way, I'm not leaving here until she comes."

Brittany frowns as she again resumes her rubbing of Rachel's back, subconsciously trying to ease the tension in her body.

Santana notices the blonde's somber look and deliberates for a second on whether or not she should question it, "BrittBritt? What's wrong?"

Brittany looks at her sadly and her frown deepens, her blue eyes a slightly darker shade, "Something just really doesn't feel right San."

Rachel sighs as she leans back and into her slightly, nodding her head, "I know."

Brittany looks down at the tiny brunette in her arm and then back down at Santana and nods her head, "Really wrong. Q would never ever do this, and. And she'd especially not be this quiet for so long."

Santana looks at the large clock on the wall and then back at the two in the chair.

"Well…it has been nearly two and a half hours." Santana slowly stands up and walks over to her purse. She checks her own phone and nearly has a heart attack when she sees '18 Missed Calls' shining back at her. The phone vibrates in her hands and she immediately picks up, "Mam-Ms. Fabray?"

"Oh finally. Finally. Santana, I-I didn't know who else to call."

Noticing her girlfriend's tense pose Brittany's eyes and ears perk up as both she and Rachel watch her silently.

"What's going on Ms. Fabray?"

There's silence on the phone and a chocked whimper before a quiet broken voice sounds, "Q-Quinn's been in an accident. I-I called your mo-mother but she hasn't pi-picked up. I don't know-"

Santana's face falls, a horrified look crosses her face but only for a second before it's replaced with steely resolve, "I'm on my-" she cuts herself off immediately, and takes a breath, "I'll be right there Ju-Ms…Mama J."

She hangs up and she's surprised to see both girls standing now waiting for her to say something.

Santana clears her throat, suddenly finding it hard to breathe, hard to swallow, "That. That was Quinn's mother."

She closes her eyes trying to regain focus that she knows she's going to need to be in possession of to make it through the night. Brittany takes a half step forward before Santana opens her eyes and continues, "She's-She's been in an accident."

Had Brittany not been holding Rachel, the tiny brunette is certain she would have been on the floor. The minute she heard the words, it's as if something far colder than a slushy was thrown over her, around her, into her. Her entire being, mind, body and soul, was frozen. Her heart, she feels as if it literally sinks lower in her chest cavity. Her legs waver as her brown eyes search Santana's, "Wh-what?"

Santana stiltedly walks closer to them, gently placing a steadying hand on Brittany's forearm, "I have to go to the hospital. I can't stay here knowing that that's where she is now."

Rachel's eyes widen more, filling with tears now, yet still unable to have control of her body, "I-We-Let's go, please."

Santana doesn't argue, or put up a fight. She knows how much they both mean to each other. She knows there's no way she can keep Rachel away, even if Santana thinks it may be better for her seeing as she's having a difficult time already trying to stay steady.

Brittany stays silent and that's how Santana knows she's really trying hard not to break down. She gently squeezes her arm and steps closer to her and whispers, "I love you," before pulling away and walking towards the double doors. Only to stop when she comes face to face with LeRoy Berry carrying a bag.

"Rachel? Sweetie, I thought you might want to change into something less wedding-bells and more…" He stops talking when he notices the looks on their faces.

He furrows his brow, "Is everything alright?"

Santana's lip trembles but she once again grabs a hold of her control and she lets out a steady stream of breath as she exhales before shaking her head, "No. We're leaving to go to the hospital Mr. Berry. There's been an-"

"ACCIDENT! THERE'S BEEN AN ACCIDENT!" William Schuester comes running into the room, with a myriad number of individuals following him. Later on they'll find out that most of the glee members decided to wait and show their support to Rachel as Finn was the only one who had had enough, which also meant for some reason the grownups were waiting as well.

Santana growls at the inconsiderate nature of the grown man and decides that enough is enough. "Well since Schue seems to have details and knowledge about this, he can spread the news. I for one am not staying here a minute longer."

She graciously takes the bag containing Rachel's clothes from LeRoy, quietly murmurs a sorry to the man, and then gently takes a hold of Brittany's unoccupied hand before walking out of the room.

The pandemonium left behind by the three of them upon their exit is one that is scarce to be forgotten.

Xoxoxoxoxoxox

Rachel quietly and quickly gets into the back seat of the cheerleader's car and starts undressing immediately. Brittany takes the passenger seat beside her girlfriend who quickly starts the car and pulls out onto the road.

The three of them are nearly completely silent, until they reach an intersection, a t-junction. One where quite obviously there's been a rather significant accident.

Rachel gasps as she first notices the mangled heap of metal that was once a red VW beetle. Her eyes tear up and her vision blurs when she notices just how far in the driver's side is pushed in; when she notices just how much blood seems to be on the windshield and around the pavement.

Brittany cries out a mangled, "Quinn!?" The sound of someone else's heart simultaneously being broken, evident in her voice. Her blue eyes darting around the scene of the accident, taking in the specs of glass, and how scarily beautiful it looks. How can something looks like stars but represent something so awful? She cries.

Santana refuses to look. She simply refuses to look right now because if she does, she doesn't know that she'll be able to keep going. She knows she'll want to go to the car herself and make sure her best friend isn't in there for herself. She'll want to get answers now, and that's just something she cant do because she has two little lambs with her right now that she needs to care for, and one that's been incredibly hurt.

Rachel cries, silently so as not to scare Brittany, who seems to be having a hard enough time already, but also so hard that she can barely catch her breath. At a red light, Brittany climbs into the back and buries herself into Rachel's arms, sobbing into her neck, clutching onto her shirt, and Rachel wraps her arms around her tighter and tighter still until she's surprised they don't fuse together.

They make it to the hospital and Santana doesn't even give the front desk a first glance, let alone a second one as she leads them towards the ER wings.

"Santana?"

The brunette walks straight over to the once pacing Judy Fabray and wraps her arms around her tightly. Judy must have been waiting and nearly at her breaking point because the second the cheerleader's arms are around her she breaks down and cries into her shoulder.

Rachel gently and lovingly leads a still incredibly tearful Brittany over to the couches and takes a seat before carefully wrapping her arms around her once again, this time allowing herself the opportunity to cry and reach and need just as much.

It's eerily silent save for the sniffing and the chocked breathing so it's quite easy to hear Judy speak, "She's still in surgery. I-They don't know if she'll make it. She-She has to. I just got my baby back; I can't let her go again. I can't."