This was the happiest day of Sam Evan's life. He was getting married to the most beautiful girl in the world, no scratch that, the galaxy, no, no, the whole universe. He was definitely nervous, but he couldn't remember feeling this ecstatic in his entire life. The preparation had been stressful, sure, but it was all worth it if he was going to get to spend the rest of his life with Quinn Fabray. He was still reeling over the fact that she'd actually said yes. As he examined how he looked in the mirror, he recalled the night.
He'd spent the whole day freaking out, looking at the ring, trying to decide what to say and coming up with nothing. They were supposed to see a movie that night, but he'd accidently-on-purpose been late, so they'd missed the movie. Instead, he'd surprised her with a picnic under the stars at their favorite park, which was totally empty except for them. It would always be one of his favorite memories, cuddling and pointing out constellations to her in the sky while they ate whatever foods Sam had grabbed from the kitchen pantry and stuffed in the basket. They'd gotten up to leave, and then Sam spoke, "Wait," he had told her, getting down on one knee, smiling widely. He'd hoped he'd never forget her face at that moment for as long as he lived, the way she gasped, then her perfect lips made that little 'o' shape. "Q," he'd began, incredibly nervous, "I remember back in high school, when I told you I wanted to marry you someday. Well, my mind hasn't changed at all. I know that there's no other girl as perfect for me as you are, no other girl that smiles the way you do, no other girl I could ever love the way I love you," he knew he sounded dumb, but he continued to wing it, "I really love you, Quinn. I want you to be my wife, and I want to be your husband. And I want us to be together. Forever." He'd been afraid to meet her eyes, but when he had, they'd been shining. And she'd said yes.
"Hey, man, you look great," his best man, Finn Hudson, greeted, walking into the room, grinning wildly. "That was wild last night, Sammy boy, probably even better than my bachelor party. Ready for the big wedding?"
Sam nodded, flashing Finn a nervous grin, "I think so." He inhaled again. "Were you like this? On your wedding day? This nervous?" Sam asked, sinking down into one of the large leather love seats in the room, just as excited as he was nervous, but also nervous. He imagined Quinn panicking in the other room, checking that everything was going as planned, and Santana yelling at her to calm her tits, it was all under control. That made him feel a little less freaked.
"I was. Dude, I thought I was going to have a cardinal arrest."
"Cardiac arrest?"
"Yeah. But really, you're going to be fine. What's the worst that could happen? You love Quinn, she loves you. What else do you really need, right?"
Sam smiled, picturing Quinn's smiling face walking down the aisle to meet him, that big smile she got when she tried to hide it at first, but couldn't contain it. That wide, bright smile that she seemed to save just for him. Whatever he did to get her to smile at him like that, he swore he'd keep doing it. He was jerked from his thoughts by Finn, who was waving his hand in front of his face. "Anyone in there? About time to walk up the aisle, bro."
Sam couldn't even say anything in response, his emotions were running so high and all over the place, but he nodded, standing up and taking a deep breath. Her father would give her away, and Quinn would really be his, his wife. Till death do us part. It was the first day of the rest of his life, the rest of his life with Quinn Fabray. Once, a long time ago, he'd told her that he wanted to marry her some day. And he'd kept his promise.