He watched as the Maid of Honor made her way down the aisle in a beautiful, sleeveless, floor length, pale pink dress. He couldn't quite make out the girls face, but knew he knew her well. As the traditional wedding march began, he turned to see his bride walking toward him. The veil hid her face, but to him it didn't matter. He knew she was beautiful and seeing her face would just make it harder for him not to kiss her before the ceremony ended.
A year from now, he knew, that if you asked him to describe their wedding the only word that would come to his mind would be beautiful because he couldn't take his eyes off his bride. He could barely recall his voice, unwavering as he said "I do," for the second and, hopefully, last time in his life while he was still there, at the altar awaiting his bride's response.
"I do." Her answer was soft, just above a whisper, but was strong and just as unwavering. Shortly after he heard the official, cause let's face it at that point he couldn't remember the man's official title, declare them man and wife. At that point he didn't care to listen to the man. He lifted the veil over her head and bent down to kiss his new wife. The kiss was soft and their lips seemed to dance together like they were meant for the other set.
When they broke apart, remembering suddenly that they were not alone. He finally took a look at his beautiful bride, but instead of Emma or some nameless women, the women standing in front of him was…
Will Schuester sat straight up, suddenly wide awake. He looked at his left ring finger. Empty. It was just a dream. There was no way he would have actually married her. She was his student, there was just no way.
A sudden stirring beside him had him leaving his thoughts behind for a moment. He turned to see a completely naked Rachel Berry lying beside him, deeply asleep with a small smile on her face. He looked down, he too was completely naked.
Gently, as to not stir his beauty – wait did he really just think of Rachel as his beauty? – he got up off the bed and, silently looked around but could not find a condom. Dear God, what had he done?