A/N: So the hiatus is almost over. And I've just watched Imagine Me & You for the first time. Well, it got me thinking. Almost all of the post 3x14 fics I've read include the wedding getting called off because Santana, Sue or Mr. Schue ends up getting a call about Quinn's crash. But what if Rachel did receive the "On My Way" text and no one got a call and the wedding took place as planned? What happens? And then my mind started weaving this whole IM&Y/Glee Faberry story that I want to explore. Here's the start.

"So Hiram, how long have you guys been married then?"

"30 years. If I'd killed him when I first thought about it, I'd be out by now. I could have been a free man."

"Dad, please! If daddy was in this car…"

"Exactly. He's not. He's with Burt and Finn probably telling them both the same thing. I'm just being honest with Carol, honey."

Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes. Her fathers, especially her Dad, had been doing this ever since she and Finn had announced their shotgun wedding. Well, she hated calling it a shotgun wedding. That had such negative connotations. The kind of negative connotations her dad was trying to create. And she'd have none of that. Not on her wedding day. This day would be perfect.

"…And I remember on the way to the church, I just wanted to shout 'Stop the car! This is a horrible mistake!' But it won't kill you. So the wheels just keep turning, leading you on to the longest sentence of your life. I'm sure it was the same for you, Carol?" he said with a wink that was a far cry from subtle.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Sure…"

"Stop the car!"

"What?"

"Oh thank God!"

"I just need to pee!" shouted Rachel with a smug grin on her face. "But stop somewhere nice. Nowhere like McDonald's. I refuse to pee there. There's a friendly vegan place I frequent right around the corner."

Well, she thought as she ran into the restaurant, if my fathers insist on keeping up this act through out the ceremony, I may as well have some fun with it. Anyway, I'm probably fairing better than Finn.

Her prediction was spot on. They arrived at the Lima County Courthouse only two minutes behind schedule—she could manage two minutes behind—and Finn was as white as a ghost, with hues of green mixed in.

"Rach, you look beautiful," he said nervously.

She took a step back.

If he even thinks of puking my Audrey Hepburn style dress, I will call this wedding off faster then he can say glee...Wait, I'm his bride. I should be calming his nerves or something, I guess?

"You ready to go in there?" She asked tentatively. Finally, there was that Finn Hudson smile she adored.

"Hold on, just a second. Just to remember this. Us."

Oh yeah that's why I'm marrying him, she thought happily as her phone buzzed.

"Oh it's Quinn. Sorry. 'Ran home to get my bridesmaids dress. Be there soon.'"

Rachel read the text allowed and felt a wave of relief wash over her. All these people continued to doubt her and Finn. Her fathers, Finn's parents, Kurt. And Quinn had been the biggest source of doubt amidst it all. But out of nowhere she suddenly decided to support Rachel. Maybe she was inspired by there regionals win? Rachel didn't know. But with Quinn's change of heart she realized she could care less about what everyone else thought. If Quinn supported her, if this girl who was kinda the closest thing she had to a best friend could support their marriage, then nothing else mattered.

Everything was coming together. Her bridesmaids were accounted for, with one on the way. Finn looked dashing. Her fathers had surprisingly kept their mouths shut. Heck, even Mr. Schue, Ms. Pillsbury and Coach Sylvester had shown up. People wanted to see them get married. They all wanted to see her happy. Now she just had to wait a few minutes.

"Hey San?"

"Britt I already told you, I don't know if the justice of the peace can marry Lord Tubbington to a duck. You'll have to ask after the wedding."

"No. It's not that. I have another question."

"Yeah?"

"What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?"

They group of bridesmaids, plus Kurt, turned and looked at Brittany, bewildered.

"Fuck if I know, babe. I told you that reading physics to your cat isn't gonna make him get accepted to college."

"It's a trick question. It never happens. If there's a thing that can't be stopped, it's not possible for there to be something else which can't be moved, and vice versa. They both can't exist."

"Well damn, Hummel. Look at you proving that you actually have some knowledge beyond Judy Garland's favorite heels."

"Very funny Santana. But no, it's just something I remembered from being lab partners with Quinn."

Rachel's head jerked up to look at the clock. Seven minutes. Their wedding was set for five o'clock and she had only seven minutes left. She knew she should be thinking of her future with Finn. How happy they'd be in about twenty minutes. How they'd both go off to New York together and she'd take Broadway and he would always be her leading man. So why was "Chapel of Love" the only thing looping through her head on repeat?

Terrible song. I'll never understand why The Beach Boys or Bette Midler even attempted to cover it.

And where was Quinn?

She picked up her phone and sent a quick "HURRY." If anything, she was probably pulling into the parking lot right now. Santana, though, seemed to have a different idea.

"Face it. Quinn's not coming."

Rachel's breath caught for a moment. Santana was Quinn's best friend—ex-best friend?—and she knew her better. Right?

No.

"She said she'd be here okay. I don't want to start with out her."

Santana glared at her with a knowing smirk.

Just then, Finn, the boys, Burt and Carol walked into the room.

"Rachel, we have to go right now or we're going to lose our slot."

She didn't need to look at the clock. She knew there was less then five minutes left.

"Can we please just wait a couple more minutes for Quinn? Please?"

"It's now or never."

It was worth at least one more shot. She needed Quinn there. Desperately. She didn't know why, but ever since she had managed to pull Quinn out of crazyland, a friendship had finally started to form between them. A friendship that was comfortable. She needed that comfort with her on her wedding day. That comfort was worth one more try. 'WHERE ARE YOU?' she quickly typed out. And then all eyes were on her. She turned back to Finn. He had turned ghost white again, as if he was waiting for her to utter 'never.' Her fathers were whispering behind him, no doubt conspiring some more.

And then her phone buzzed and that stupid loop of "Chapel of Love" came to an abrupt end and her mind echoed choruses of "Hallelujah" as she read Quinn's text.

ON MY WAY

"Alright, Rach come on. She's coming. She'll be here any sec. We gotta get in there. Even if Quinn misses the first bit, she'll get here. She's on her way."

Finn grabbed her hand and led her down the hall, the bridal party quickly following. This was it. This was her wedding—not her dream wedding exactly—but it was everything she could ask for at the moment. She was marrying the boy of her dreams. She was supported. She had friends and family surrounding her. Her best friend would walk in any second. She'd get the happily ever after she was promised.

"Ladies and gentleman, today we have gathered to celebrate the marriage of Rachel and Finn…"

The deep voice of the justice of the peace brought Rachel's inner monologue to a halt. She turned to grin at her soon to be husband. But just before she could meet his eyes, she thought she saw hazel gazing back at her through the courtroom window. Hazel eyes glossed with tears and pain, staring into her soul. She blinked, looked again, and those eyes were gone.

"Rachel, will you take Finn to be your lawful wedded husband?"