It was a beautiful night. The sky was cloudless so the stars were shining down and the moon was full. You could see two young teens, both blonde, walking a little off balance down the empty street.
The blonde boy had his left arm draped around the blonde girl's shoulders, her arms wrapped around his waist. They had just left a party at a friend's house, bored after being there for three hours. Neither wanted to go home and were trying to find something else they could do.
They've been walking in silence for a full three minutes when the blonde girl looks up at him at her male companion. "I know this little chapel on Breaks Boulevard we can go, no one will know."
The blonde boy gave her a bemused look before catching on to what she was saying. "Oh come on Quinn," they're both a drunk and he knew this wasn't going to be what she wanted in the morning.
Quinn shook her head, "Who cares if we're wasted Sam. We've got a pocket full of cash," she pats his chest right were the inside pocket of his jacket would be, "we can blow. And if we wake up and we want to break up, that's cool."
Sam pulled her closed, smiling, "Well then I'll go get a ring and we'll let the choir bells ring."
The girl smiled up at him, "Come on," she tugged the front of his shirt, removing her arms from around his waist before hand. She then took his hand and started pulling him towards a ring store she knew about.
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They were both standing in front of a priest in a small chapel. Sam was surprised that the priest was even doing this. Reason one being they were underage, reason two being they were completely wasted.
The priest stood in front of them, bible open going over the proper saying and what not's for Quinn and Sam to be properly married. When he came to the "Do you, Sam Evans, take Quinn Fabray to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health? For richer or for pourer? Till death do you part?" the two teens where facing each other, holding hands.
The boy looked straight into Quinn's eyes and without any hesitation said, "I do."
The priest turned to Quinn, "And do you, Quinn Fabray, take Sam Evans to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health? For richer or for pourer? Till death do you part?"
Quinn smiled up at Sam with love in her eyes, "I do."
The priest nodded closed his bible tucking it safely under is arm. "You may now kiss your bride."
Mr. Evans took Mrs. Evans face in between his hands, bringing her in for a kiss.