She walked into the church, carefully looking around. It was a strange feeling, stepping back into the place that had rejected her after she came out.
If she thought about it, it was the last place she should be. But this was something she felt compelled to do. Regardless of who saw.
She walked up to the alter, one knee hitting the soft carpet as the other quickly followed. She folded her hands and bowed her head.
"Hey God, it's Quinn. I know I really shouldn't be here right now, but...I just had to come. And the reason I had to come was to give thanks.
You see, it hasn't been easy the last two years, what with getting pregnant, getting kicked off the Cheerios and realizing I had a crush on Rachel. But, through it all, she managed to stay with me. She put up with me when I was hormonal and unlovable. And even though I hated her when I first met her, I have to say-and I hate to admit it-she's become the most important person in my life. I love her and I am so thankful she is my girlfriend."
She paused, looking up at the stained glass window. "Well, I guess there's nothing left to say except this: please protect us and watch over us. Amen." She stood, crossing herself before walking back down the aisle.
"Did you do what you needed to do?" Rachel wrapped an arm around Quinn's shoulders.
"Yes. I just hope God understands."
Rachel kissed the top of her girlfriend's head. "He does."