She had to stop that wedding.
That was the only thing going through Quinn's mind at the moment. As soon as Rachel told her about her engagement to Finn, she was devastated. She tried to hold it in and tell her that her dreams were bigger than that, bigger than him, but she didn't listen. No matter how hard she tried to keep her emotions in check, she couldn't. Rachel was too important to lose, and she was afraid that she already lost her. The two were friends so to speak, even with everything that happened last year. She didn't hate Rachel for wanting Finn. She hated Rachel for not wanting her.
She looked around her room, looking for her keys. She needed to get to the chapel, and fast. Rachel was getting married in less than two hours, and she had to stop it. She wouldn't stand around and watch her marry Finn Hudson. He didn't care about her dreams, or her future. He was only marrying her because he knew he had no future without her. Quinn walked around, searching frantically for her purse before she located it. She took a look in the mirror to make sure she looked okay, before she walked out of her room.
She got into her car, a small Ford Escape, and she sped off. She hated her mom for choosing a house in the country, but she couldn't blame her. There was more space, and it was beautiful. The large country house was perfect, even if the location wasn't. She sped off, trying to look at her phone to see what time it was. She had already gotten a few texts from everyone asking where she was. As the maid of honor, they had every right to be worried about where she was. It was weird, but Rachel trusted her. Rachel always had. She stopped at the sign, seeing the cars drive past as she looked at her phone quickly.
You need to be here, Q. Rachel's waiting for you.
Quinn, Rachel is thinking you went to Mars. Please turn your spaceship around so you can be here.
Quinn, you're being really selfish. Rachel would want you here, whether or not you actually approved of their wedding.
Quinn, don't you get tired of hating her? Just get here.
"Ugh, really?" She muttered to herself as she tossed her phone to the side, driving past the city sign. She kept thinking about Rachel, and she couldn't get it to stop. She couldn't keep thinking about her. She was supposed to be supportive of her friend, wasn't she? She was supposed to be happy for her. But she couldn't do that. She needed to know that she loved her, that she really loved her before she ruined her life. She loved them equally; both her and Finn were perfect. They just weren't perfect for each other. If that made her greedy, then so be it. She tried to be supportive, and she tried to tell her that her dreams were important, but nothing worked. She needed to know now.
"You can't," Quinn said immediately after Rachel pleaded her case. She wouldn't let her marry Finn, not now, or ever. It wasn't right for her. She had dreams, big dreams that were supposed to come true because she was a star. Anyone who knew her for even a moment knew that.
"Q-Quinn, I love him though."
"I'm not saying that you don't. Believe me, Rachel. You and Finn are a lovely couple. I just don't think it's a good idea for you two to be together."
"And why's that? Because you love him? Because he's better off with you? Quinn we've been over this, and I really don't want a repeat of last year, okay?" Rachel said with an edgy voice.
Quinn was silent for a while, not wanting to tell her the truth. She couldn't. "You're so much better than that, Rachel. What ever happened to following your dreams and making something of yourself?"
"I'm still going to do that, but—"
"Rachel stop it! You can't marry Finn. He's just going to be an anchor from your past. Why would you want to bring your past into your bright future?"
"Why are you being so mean?"
"I'm being honest, just like you told me to do. I'm looking out for you Rachel, just like you did earlier this year for me. That's what friends are for," she said, as she stormed out of the bathroom, tears welling in her eyes. She hated that Rachel could do these things to her. She hated that so many things could have an effect on her. Rachel was making a mistake, and she was never going to realize it. That's what hurt her the most.
She swerved out of the way, realizing that she had to calm down. Be calm, Quinn. Be calm, she told herself. She took in a deep breath, before letting it out as she drove past. She heard her phone ring, and she angrily picked it up.
"What?" She scowled, holding it up to her ear as she looked around, turning towards the chapel.
"Quinn, it's Puck."
"What do you want? Did you call to torment me about Rachel some more?"
"No, I called to tell you that I know," he replied calmly.
"Know what?" Quinn lied.
"I know that you love her, Quinn. Everyone knows. Brittney knows, Santana knows. The only people that don't are the two waiting to get hitched."
"So what? Is that the only reason you called? Because it's not helping me."
"I called to tell you that you deserve her, Quinn. She's the only one who took two seconds out of their day to help you. She was always there for you. Whether it was to help you get past your crazy phase or for getting you back into Glee club, she was the one. I see how you look at her, and you deserve her. You should've just told her, Quinn. If you told her, it would've been you up there instead of Finn," he said, hearing the blonde start to whimper.
"Puck, stop it, I'm already on my way, okay?" She said, trying to hold back another whimper.
"I know you are, baby. Just hurry up so you can tell her, alright? You deserve good things, Quinn."
And with that, Puck hung up the phone, leaving Quinn alone. She whimpered more, before she was full on crying. She couldn't believe what he had just said. He was promoting their relationship, instead of being selfish and wanting her. She wiped her eyes as she drove faster, looking back at her phone with a text from Rachel.
I know you're upset at me, Quinn. But I'd appreciate it if you were here. It's not the same without you. –R
Quinn looked at her phone, crying as she realized how important it was that she was there. Rachel wanted her there. She wiped a tear before she looked up, taking in a sharp breath as she realized her fate.
"Shit!" Quinn yelled, slamming her foot on the brake.
But it was too late.
