"By the power vested in me by the State of Ohio, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Finn kissed Quinn in the manner they had rehearsed: demure, appropriate, and sweet. No tongue. Perfect. Their family and friends cheered and they began down the aisle as the recessional music began. Quinn met her mother's eyes and beamed. Halfway down the aisle she caught sight of long dark hair cascading over the shoulder of a woman with big eyes and an even bigger mouth. She flashed Quinn a toothy grin and gave a tiny wave. Quinn smiled tight lipped and continued walking, but her thoughts stayed on Rachel. Why would she come to a wedding between her ex boyfriend and her high school rival? Was she some sort of masochist? Or had she matured more than Quinn had?

She felt Finn's hand settle on the small of her back, pulling her back to the moment. She decided to put aside worrying about Rachel and her motivations. If Rachel could grow above their petty rivalry, she could at least pretend she was capable of the same maturity.


"Well you did it, and beautifully! We're officially sort of related in a complicated and convoluted way!" Kurt wrapped his arms around Quinn and pulled her into a hug, mindful not to crush the fabric of her dress. "But I could kill that florist, I swear I told them ivory ribbon with lavender edging and they send ivory with fucking lilac edging. They must have it in for me after I slept with their delivery boy and didn't call him back…but he smelled like the inside of a bag of potting soil and he-"

"Kurt," Quinn hissed, pulling him aside. "Did you see who's here?"

"Basically every resident of Lima Ohio."

"Yeah, and Rachel Berry." She gestured toward Rachel, who looked enviably stunning on the dance floor. "How did you let that invitation go out?"

"I didn't think you'd mind."

"Why wouldn't I mind, Kurt? Tell me in what alternate reality it wouldn't bother a bride to have her husband's ex-girlfriend at her wedding?"

"In a reality where that particular ex-girlfriend is now a lesbian."

Quinn's hand flew to her mouth in an effort to hide her shock before it drew attention.

"Are you serious?"

"Deathly so."

"Oh come on. She's just telling you that so she can swoop in here and lure Finn away without anyone getting suspicious."

"Well," Kurt pondered, "that looks like an awful serious commitment to a surreptitious plan for revenge." He spun Quinn around just as a tall blonde spun Rachel close and brushed back the brunette's hair before Rachel rose to her toes to press a kiss to the other woman's lips.

A slow grin spread across Quinn's face as she felt the weight of her anxiety lift and relief take its place.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about, Quinn. There isn't a thing that she could possibly want from Finn Hudson. Don't get yourself wrapped up in her. Go enjoy your wedding!