Santana finished curling the last piece of Quinn's hair. It fell perfectly to the neck line of her light blue dress that fit her baby bump perfectly.
"Done!" Santana seemed pleased with Quinn's appearance.
Quinn stepped out in front of the mirror and gasped. "It's perfect! Thank you, Santana!" Quinn smiled. "No prob!"
They heard the music fill the air and saw Sam walking down the aisle. "Whoa! They started early!" Quinn yelled. "You're ready! Go!" Santana gave her a little push and she was off.
She followed Stella down the aisle and made sure not to slip on the rose petals. Santana was not far behind her in her blue dress. (Not as amazing as Quinn's, but still pretty.)
Quinn walked up the stairs to the platform and looked up at her almost- husband. She hadn't noticed that the preacher had already cued for her to start saying what she prepared.
"Huh? Oh, right!" She cleared her throat and began to speak, despite Sam's laughing. "In our glee club in high school, there were people who everybody expected to get together. Like Asian and Other Asian, perhaps." Quinn pointed to Tina and Mike. "Or Should-Have-Been- Blonde and Natural-Blonde." She pointed to Finn and Brittany. "Barbie and Ken," She looked at Sam. "Was the one everybody suspected would get married? Well, those glee kids were damn matchmakers! I have never loved Sam as much as I do now. Before I said this stuff I was looking at my ring. I noticed that it was the promise ring he gave to me in 11th grade. I remember him saying 'I do want to marry you, someday' when he gave this to me. I also remember thinking 'so do I someday' " Quinn walked back because she wasn't sure what else to say.
Apparently Sam didn't either, because he went up and said "Ditto." Wow he is such a dork. "You may now kiss the bride." But he's my dork.