"Relax Berry, I'm sure she's on her way. Quinn is almost as dramatic as you." Santana retorted to Rachel, who was currently pacing the floor in anticipation of Quinn's arrival. The truth was that Berry really wasn't helping Santana's nerves. After Quinn hadn't answered her two previous calls she was afraid she'd actually join Rachel in her actions.

Ever the observant one, Brittany intervened. "Will you stop walking like that, Rachel? It's not good for San's nerves."

Rachel stopped pacing and finally drew her attention back to the present world where most of the other girls were proceeding. "I apologize, Brittany, it's just that Quinn told me that she was on her way, and it's been fifteen minutes since then."

"Give me that." Santana snatched the phone from Rachel's grip.

"Hey! That's my cell phone Santana, you can't just-"

"Will you two please shut the hell up?!" Mercedes piped in. "You two have done nothing but argue. I know it's kind of your thing but if you don't stop my head is gonna explode."

"Seriously guys, you're fighting more than an old married couple," Tina stated.

"Fuck off Tina, like my ass would ever marry Berry." Santana winked at Brittany.

"While you couldn't have said it in a more crude way, I agree wholly with Santana, Tina. I could never marry her, the only person I want is-"

"FINN! What are you doing? It's bad luck to see the bride you, idiot!" Mercedes yelled at the taller boy.

Finn rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry, but Rach everyone is arguing out there and our slot is almost gone. I know you wanna wait for Quinn but I don't think we have that kind of time." Rachel walked up to Finn and took his hands. Although they were larger than hers and sometimes felt like they were squishing hers, she found some comfort in his grip. "Please Finn, just a few more minutes. If she's not here by then we can continue without her."

Rachel stared at Finn with her big eyes shining, he could never say no to the girl so he sighed. "Fine, I'll try to stall them but you owe me." He finished with a smirk.

"Of course." Rachel smiled back and pecked his cheek.

Finn turned and left the room, stomping away in a nervous fashion. "Will you all please give me a moment?" Rachel asked the room the girls were in. "I just need to collect my thoughts."

There were collective grumbles, but the girls filed out. Just as the door closed Rachel let out a breath of air. She'd been holding it for some time, all of her nerves were in there and she wasn't sure anymore of this. Not without Quinn, and she wasn't sure why it mattered if the other girl was there or not.

"Still not sure of it, huh?" Santana spoke casually causing Rachel to jump.

"What is wrong with you?! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Rachel yelped out.

"For the love of God, Berry, relax!" Santana walked closer and plopped down on the unoccupied couch. "So for some reason I'm feeling oddly comforting. You have the next minute to tell me what's wrong. I won't make any remarks no matter what stupid shit you say. Go."

"Really Santana? 'Stupid shit'? That's extremely uncalled for-"

"Clocks ticking Berry." Santana remarked while examining her nails.

Rachel ground her teeth, something she personally hated doing, and hurriedly sat down next to Santana. "I'm just nervous that this is all too fast. And why has Quinn agreed to come? She was so against it before but now? Now she's almost excited for it. Maybe she was right. Maybe I am ruining my life and with that thought she's finally found eternal happiness." Before Rachel could continue she was interrupted by Santana cackling. "What's so funny? I thought you said that you wouldn't make any rude remarks to what I had to say?"

Santana wiped a tear away from her eye and straightened her back. "First of all, I said you had one minute. That was longer than a minute."

"There's no way that you could possibly know that-"

"Secondly," Santana continued, "I don't think you really even understood what Quinn was trying to tell you when she tried to convince you about not going through with this dumbass wedding. I-" Santana cut herself off, staring off to Rachel's side with wide eyes, her mouth still slightly open where it was going to form her next words.

"Santana?" Rachel asked worriedly. She waved her hand in front of the other girls' face but, the girl remained stocked still, whispering something in Spanish.

"El ˋAngel de le muerte." Santana blinked like she had had the wind knocked out of her, and stared into Rachel's confused eyes.

"Santana, what are you talking about?" Rachel said, placing her hand gently onto the Latina's arm.

"I saw her." She stated, still clearly in shock.

"Saw whom?" Rachel was about to go and get the others when Santana finally spoke.

"The angel of death."