"Ok, diva, here's the plan…" Mercedes started, taking a drink of her Evian. "I have another dress fitting on Friday. Plus, I have to meet with the caterer and the florist later on in the day. So, we have to catch our flight back to Ohio early that morning…"

"Wait..." Rachel interrupted. "We?" She questioned, receiving a nod in response. "No way."

"What do you mean no?"

"Cedes, you know that I can't just pick up and leave like that. Not on such short notice."

"Rachel, you are my maid of honor. You have to!"

"May I remind you that I have 3 kids at home to take care of? Two of them only being toddlers, while the other is still considered to be a newborn." The petite brunette went on. "Finn doesn't need all of that responsibility dropped on his shoulders right now. Especially with work every day."

"But you have to come!" Mercedes pleaded. "This is really important."

"I would if I could, Mercedes."

Mercedes set her cup down on the table, getting ready to make a suggestion. "Why don't you bring the girls with you?"

"Um…" She hesitated, thinking about it. "I don't know if that is such a great idea…"

"Why not? They would have fun on the trip." She said. "And I'm sure that Jillian would love to try on her dress. My mom stopped by the bridal store a couple of days ago and got it."

"Before I make any decisions, this is something to discuss with Finn."

"Fine." Mercedes nodded again. "But I bet he won't need any convincing. He'll probably be totally cool with it though."

"We'll see." Rachel stated, standing up and pushing her chair in. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Tell Finn that I love him."

"Will do." She laughed, walking out of the small café. "Bye, Mercedes." Stepping out onto the chilly, city street, she called for a cab and rode home for the night. When she got back, she was surprised to see that her husband had already put the kids to bed and was now waiting up on the couch, watching some TV. "Hey, sorry I'm so late, honey." She plopped herself down next to him. "We got a little caught up."

"No problem." Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. "Did you enjoy your coffee?"

"Yeah. But now, I have to talk to you about something."

"Alright, what's up?"

"Well today, Mercedes asked me to fly back to Lima with her at the end of the week. She needs help with wedding stuff, but I told her that I would have to check with you first."

He nodded. "I don't mind, it's just that, my schedule has been kind of crazy and there's nobody around here that would be willing to keep an eye on the kids while I'm at football."

"Quinn."

"Quinn already has her hands pretty full with the Puckerman clan, so I doubt that she would ever want to have to handle 3 more."

"You're right. But I was thinking about bringing Jillian with me. Since she is the flower girl after all." She said. "So then, there would only be 2 more."

"I mean, I guess it's worth giving her a call…"

"I'll get right on that." She pulled her phone from her pocket, dialing up her best friend, who, of course, had said yes. Which Mercedes was thrilled to hear.

"You guys have everything?" Finn asked on the morning of their departure, as he strode down the driveway. "Clothes, shoes… Umbrella?" He laughed.

"Yup." Rachel answered, lifting her luggage into the trunk of Donavan's car. "And you found the guide I made for you, right? All the doctor's numbers are on their, along with the kid's medications, just in case something happens. And don't forget to go grocery shopping either today or tomorrow. I don't want my 2 year old to starve." She explained. "Oh! And I also left a list of chores for you to do on the kitchen counter. This house looks nice now, so it better look nice when we return."

"You got it, babe."

"And do not forget to pick our children up after practice, Finn. They…"

"Rach, relax. It's not like I'm some stranger, just coming into their lives yesterday. I'm their dad, been here since day one, and I think I know everything I need to."

Just then, Mercedes honked the horn, telling them to hurry.

She took a deep breath. "Keep in touch, ok?"

"I plan on it." He shifted Payton's weight over to the other hip and opened her door. "You call me as soon as you land. And you…" He turned to his four year old, who was hooked up in the backseat, and pointed his finger in her direction through the open window. "Bring me back a souvenir."

Jillian giggled. "Love you, daddy."

"Love you too, Jilly bean."

"Finn!" Mercedes yelled. "We have got to go."

"Sorry. I'm sorry." He chuckled, holding his free hand up in defense, as Rachel said her last goodbye's to Payton.

"Be a good girl. Mommy will be back soon, alright?" She placed a gentle kiss on her daughter's cheek before bending over to see Christopher, who was sleeping peacefully in his carrier, in the grass. "Oh, and I am really gonna miss you, buddy."

"Rachel!" Mercedes screeched. "I am not going to warn you again."

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Rachel stood up fast, hugging Payton and kissing Finn on the lips. "I love you all so much. And I'll see you in 2 days." She slipped into her own seat and shut the door. "Bye." Waving as they drove off into the distance.

The 3 of them, expecting to arrive late, actually made it to the airport, where they were to meet up with Kurt, with time to spare. So, they located a diner and ate breakfast together after going through security.

"Order whatever you guys want." Mercedes demanded, reading the menu. "It's on me."

"Oh, no, Mercedes. You don't have to do that." Rachel set her purse down next to her in their booth before pulling a very tired Jillian onto her lap. "If anything, I should be treating you. You're the bride."

"Listen, I am the one who practically forced you to come with me. This is the least I can do."

"Alright, fine. Anything looking yummy, Jilly?" She asked her oldest daughter, rubbing tiny circles on her back. 'They have Strawberry milk. Do you want a glass of that?"

Jill nodded, slumping in her mother's lap.

"Wake up, little diva."

"This is something she inherited from her father." Rachel stated, running her fingers through her long brown locks. "He absolutely hates getting up before the sun. It's horrible."

Mercedes began laughing just as a waiter came over to their table and took the orders. Both of them got something as simple as a fruit salad to start off their day.

"So… How excited are you? Only a little over a week left."

"I'm super duper pumped. But also, very nervous."

"That's natural." Rachel informed her. "Everyone gets butterflies on their wedding day."

"I remember one Rachel Berry did."

"Oh, yes." She nodded. "I couldn't even walk down the aisle."

"And Finn wasn't much better."

"Oh, no." She shook her head. "He fainted."

"What a pair."

She giggled. "I know, right?"

"I guess you can say the thing that has me worried most at this point, is the future." Mercedes admitted. "I just want the love to last, ya know? Stay strong. I don't want to end up heartbroken again, getting a divorce."

"You're not doubting your feelings toward each other…"

She shrugged. "It all just seems too good to be true."

"I know how you feel. Heck, I felt what you feel." Rachel replied. "And to be honest, it's kind of intimidating. But we can't predict the future, Cedes. We don't know what's going to happen. And you can't just skip over these life experiences because you're scared of how they will play out, or if they're even real for that matter. Because some of them might turn out to be." She smiled to herself. "Just look at me and Finn. We have 3 kids now that we adore more than anything else in the world, still so happy. And yes, we do have our fights and silly debacles, but I would die and kill for that man anytime. He's just the missing piece, completing my heart, to everything."

"You're right. And that is exactly how I feel about Donnie." Mercedes stated. "So, I am going to be his wife in a week. And our marriage is going to be filled with nothing but joy, and we are going to have kids. Be a family and live the perfect life!"

Rachel giggled, nodding in agreement. "I believe so."

*BREAK*

"Alright. So, your final dress fitting is to get done first, and the appointment is at 10, leaving us with…" Kurt put his carryon down, looking at his wrist watch. "Twenty minutes to get there."

"I can't believe that our flight was delayed." Rachel, rolling her bag behind her as she carried a napping Jill on the opposite hip, sprinted toward the main entrance of the building.

"Don't they understand that some people might have an important event to get to?" Mercedes shouted angrily, maybe a bit louder than she should have. "Now, I am going to be late!"

"I'll go get us a shuttle." Kurt said, going up to a lady working at a front desk.

"Mercedes, what time did you say we have to meet Donavan?" Rachel asked.

"Well, he has to pick his best man up from the airport at around 4 o'clock so…"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure who the guy is, but apparently, they went to college together and had been roommates for a few years after."

"What's his name?"

"I don't even know that much. All Donavan has told me is that the dude is a real gentleman." She said. "But anyways, he text me the address to this fancy, new restaurant downtown, and we're going to meet there at 6."

"Sounds like a plan."

Kurt then came skipping back over, money to pay their driver in hand. "Our ride's here, ladies!"

"Finally." Mercedes sighed. "Let's go!"

Disaster struck when they got to the fitting, Mercedes dress being too tight to even zip, which resulted in a panic attack from Kurt and the room being filled with loud sobs from both the mother and the bride to be. Rachel had tried to step in and help, but just got screamed at and found herself in the corner, trying to get comfortable on a large futon.

"Mommy?" Jillian, sitting content on her lap, questioned, as she played on her mother's phone. "Why's Aunty Cedes crying?"

"I'm afraid her dress doesn't fit quite right. The tailors mixed up her measurements."

"I don't want her to be sad."

"I know." She cooed. "But don't you worry your cute little butt off. They'll have it fixed in no…" She was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing. Looking down at the caller I.D, she gasped. "Oh, shoot!" She answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Forget something?"

"I'm sorry, Finn. I didn't call."

"It's ok. It's not like I was overly worried and pacing the floor or anything…"

She chuckled. "Our flight was delayed and we landed later than we were supposed to, so we only had a few minutes to get to her dress fitting."

"I understand." He stated. "So, how is it going?"

"Not so fantastic, actually."

"Oh, no." He whispered. "What happened?"

"Mercedes dress is too small."

"Too small? Wasn't she on that weird diet that all brides go on before their wedding though?"

"Yeah, I…"

"Rachel!" Mercedes snapped. "You're not here to talk on the phone. You're here to help me for goodness sake!"

"Hold on a second, babe." She handed her phone back to Jillian before tending to her stressed out friend.

"Hi, daddy!" Jill was very talented at keeping someone entertained. She made really cool sound effects and never forgot a single detail when telling a story. "Guess what happened on the plane?"

"Mercedes, I don't hear you asking for any help." Rachel continued. "And when I made an attempt to on my own, you told me to back off."

"Well, now I am." She spat, glaring. "So, get off the darn phone!"

"What do you need, Mercedes?"

"The dress needs to be altered, obviously. And it is going to take awhile." Kurt explained. "So, we are sending you out to the florist. Mercedes wants green Hellebores."

"The type of the flower that only come around during the holidays?"

"Rachel, I don't care that they are not in season. They are what I want!" Mercedes yelled. "And you will do whatever you have to, to get me them."

"I'll try. But seeing as you're only giving them a week's notice, don't get your hopes up."

"Oh, Rachel dear, can you please order the cake too, while you're out?" Mrs. Jones asked. "I have a picture of what we want it to look like, and the bakery is right across the street, so it shouldn't be too difficult."

"Sure." Collecting the papers from the older woman, she slipped back into her coat and reached for the door.

"Mommy!" Jillian whined, hanging up on her father before running over to her mother. "Don't leave me."

"I won't be gone that long, honey. I promise."

"I want to go with you."

"Well, alright." She took the little girl's coat off the rack and knelt in front of her, helping her button it up. "But you're going to be bored, Jilly bean."

"No, I won't." She said. "Hey, can we get some ice cream?"

"Maybe later, ok?"

The 4 year old nodded, gripping onto her mom's hand as they crossed the street. "You know what, mommy?"

"What?"

"I really love you."

Rachel smiled. "I love you too, kiddo."

They stepped off of the sidewalk, entering the bakery, and were immediately greeted by a middle aged man. Rachel handed him the picture, mentioning the slight changes that needed to be made. Such as, the names and color. Then she told him that it must be delivered to the Lima Community Church by 2 o'clock. He nodded, taking it back into the kitchen.

"Ariel! Mommy, look." Jillian's eyes lit up at the sight of a big cookie, just sitting on a shelf behind one of the display windows. "It has princess Ariel on it!"

"Wow, that is one big cookie. I don't think you'd ever be able to eat all of that."

"Yeah, I can."

"You think so?"

"I'm a big girl, member? So, I can eat a big cookie."

Rachel laughed, buying her the cookie, as well as something sweet for herself to munch on.

"You got a cupcake?" Jillian questioned curiously, sitting down at a table next to the window.

She nodded, taking a bite. "They're my favorite."

"Is that why daddy always brings you one home?"

She nodded again. "When we used to go to school, on the days that I was sick or not myself, he would always surprise me with a cupcake to make me feel better."

"What's your favorite color to eat?"

"I like every color. But prefer the pink." She answered. "Because they're Strawberry and taste so good!"

"I love Strawberry too! We're the same." Jill said, making them both giggle. "Mommy, I'm glad I'm like you. Because if I was like daddy, I would act like a boy."

"No you wouldn't, sweetie." Rachel chuckled. "You're already a lot like daddy."

"How?"

"Well, you both insist on giving me a hard time waking up in the morning. And both of you hate helping me clean up your messes around the house."

"Oh, and we both like blue! And monkeys."

"Right. And Pizza."

"Yeah. I am a lot like daddy." Jillian giggled. "We can be twins!" She finished up her cookie, leaving all the red icing from Ariel's hair on her face, and the green from her tail stained her fingers. Her mom couldn't resist taking a quick picture, so she struck her best princess pose before sending it to her dad and washing herself clean.

"Are you ready to head out now, Jilly?" Rachel asked. "We still have to stop by the flower shop."

"Yeah. But mommy?" She fought with the door, trying to push it open, but it was just too heavy for her puny muscles. So, Rachel assisted her. "Can I pick something out for daddy?"

"Before we go back to New York, ok?"

"Okey dokey."

Their next destination was only a few blocks down, and Rachel was hoping to get in and out. But that was nearly impossible with the line being so long.

"Do you like flowers, mommy?"

"Yes, I do. Very much." Rachel replied. "And do you like asking so many questions?"

A confused look spread across Jill's face. "What?"

"Never mind. " She laughed.

"What kind of flowers do you like?"

"Roses."

"Are they the kind daddy always gives you after you sing on the stage?"

"Yup. And they are also the kind that we used in our wedding."

"I don't member."

"That's because you weren't even born yet, silly goose."

"Why not?"

"Because your daddy and I want to wait a little while longer before we had you."

"Oh." Then came the question that all parents tried to avoid. "Mommy, where do babies come from?"

"Um…" Rachel was lost for words. "Ask your father."

Fortunately, by this time, they had reached the counter and were ready to be taken care of.

"Hi, what can I get for you today?" The teenage boy asked.

"Hello. I need to place an order for a dozen light green Hellebores."

"We don't carry them at this time of year, madam."

"I understand that." Rachel said. "But one of my closest friends is getting married next week, and she would really love for them to be in her bouquet."

"In order for us to even try to get a hold of them in time, you would have had to place the order months ago."

"She is a very "last minute" type of person."

"I'm sorry. We just can't help you."

She sighed, growing aggravated and impatient. "Alight listen, buddy. I need those flowers. And I will do whatever it takes to get them. Mercedes is counting on me and I am not going to let her down. So, if you don't get me those darn Hellebores, I will kick your…"

"Ok, ok!" He held his hands up in defense. "Mrs.…"

"Hudson."

He nodded. "Mrs. Hudson, we will get you those flowers." He nervously backed away. "Heck, we'll even throw in free delivery to the church!"

"Awesome!" She clapped her hands together. "The ceremony will be held at the Lima Community on St. Patrick's Day. 2 o'clock sharp." She smiled. "Don't be late."

"Don't plan on it." He whispered, returning the smile. "You have a nice day now, Mrs. Hudson."

"You too!" She walked back out of the shop, feeling powerful. "Well, that was easier than I thought."

*BREAK*

"So, everything's done?" Kurt questioned as they sat down to eat their meal at Alimentaire Des Reve. "The flowers?"

"Yes, everything is taken care of." Rachel answered. "Even the flowers."

"Good girl."

"Ugh, where the heck is Donavan?" An anxious Mercedes asked herself. "It's already 6:15."

"He's probably just stuck in traffic." He comforted, squeezing her knee.

Mercedes continued to look around for him, smiling when she noticed him step through the door. "Oh, there he is."

"And there's… Oh my god." Kurt gasped in shock when he spotted the other man walking in behind him. "Is that…"

Rachel turned in her seat to see who it was, and her mouth dropped. "Jesse?"

Mercedes shot a nasty glare at her fiancé before sighing. "Well, this is going to be a very interesting night."

Right she was. Dinner was very interesting. Rachel had somehow gotten stuck sitting next to Jesse, who kept trying to hold hands with her, which made her uncomfortable. Kurt noticed this and offered to switch seats, but even from across the table, his feet still managed to find hers underneath while he also watched her every move. And to top all that off, he was her only ride home.

"Can I walk you to the door, Rach?"

"No." Rachel quickly climbed out of his car. "And don't call me that!" She yelled, slamming the door before making her way up the Hummel driveway.

"Rachel, wait!" Jesse ran up the sidewalk, meeting her on the porch.

"Jesse, just get away." She demanded. "I don't like you near me. I don't like you talking to me… Heck, I don't like you in general."

"I have a great deal of respect for women, so I…"

"Oh, you do, do you?" She questioned. "I must have forgotten when you crushed that egg on my head."

"I…"

"And let's not forget what you did to me junior year."

"What I did to you?" He asked. "I did nothing! You're the one who decided to leave me for the Flynn dude."

"His name is Finn, you jerk." She stepped into the house as he muttered a quiet "whatever", and then went to close the door, but he stuck his hand out and stopped it.

"I still love you."

"That's fantastic!" She shouted sarcastically, then frowned. "I still hate you."

"I don't believe that."

"I'm married!" Rachel yelled again, shoving her left hand, which displayed the diamond ring, in his face. "To someone else."

"That can easily be rearranged." He stated, moving closer and touching her cheek.

"Mommy?"

Rachel looked toward the staircase to see Jillian, clad in her pink nightgown, and pushed Jesse away fast.

"Who is he?" Jill asked.

"Nobody." She answered. "Just go back to bed, sweethea…"

"Hi. I'm Jesse St. James." Jesse pushed past her and crouched down in front of the little girl, sticking his hand out for a shake. "What's your name?"

"Jillian." The 4 year old replied sweetly.

"Cool beans." He smiled, pointing to the print of princess Jasmine on her sleep wear. "Ya know, I'm a big fan of the princesses too?"

"You are?"

"Yup. Cinderella is my favorite." He admitted. "But I feel so terrible about her losing her shoe."

"Don't worry, Jesse. She finds it. Then, her and the prince live happily ever after!"

"Ok!" Rachel cut back in. "Jesse has got to go now."

"Aww, he does?" Jillian said sadly.

"Yes." She grabbed him by the collar, re-opening the front door. "But, unfortunately, we will be seeing him again soon."

"See you later, Jillian." Jesse waved, flying through the doorway.

Jill returned the gesture. "Bye!"

*BREAK*

To his own surprise, Finn was actually handling everything very well back in New York. The kids were taken care of and having fun, along with the cleaning being kept up on. The only thing he had left to do before his wife returned, was go grocery shopping, which he planned on doing later that day.

"So, Pay." Finn started, entering the living room with Christopher and his warmed bottle in tow. "What movie are we watching tonight?"

"Belle!" Payton yelled, toddling in behind him.

"Oh, geez." He rolled his eyes. "I should have known." He found a spot on the carpet and leaned back against the couch before picking up the remote. With the touch of a button, the beginning credits of Beauty and the Beast appeared on the TV screen. "You and your sister are obsessed."

She giggled, lying down next to him as he adjusted the position of the baby in his arms.

"Alright, buddy." He cooed, feeding his son. "Your turn to eat."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Or not." Removing the bottle from Chris's mouth, which made him cry, Finn stood back up. "I know, you're hungry, bud. I'm sorry."

"Oh, hey, Hudson." Puck came barging in, uninvited, once the door was opened and fell onto the recliner in the corner.

"What are you doing here, man?" He asked, re-shutting the door.

"Just hangin out." He snatched the remote from the coffee table, changing the channel over to a Basketball game.

"Daddy!" Payton whined, on the verge of tears.

"Dude, what the heck? She was watching a movie."

"No, she wasn't."

"Puckerman, she was." Finn stole the remote back, annoyed. He hated when his friend acted like that.

Payton wiped her wet eyes, going back to the cartoon and playing with her blocks.

Ugh, come on. Not you too." Puck grunted. "I came over here to escape the butt heads."

"Bro, that's not right. You can't say that about Quinn. She's your wife."

"Who cares? She's been a real witch to me lately."

"Well, you deserve it. You never watch the kids, or do any of the shopping. She's the one that works to pay for everything… Honestly, I don't understand why she puts up with you."

"Me neither."

"And how many more times do I have to tell you to keep the beer out of the house?" Finn argued.

"Chill. I'm almost done with it." Puck stated. "Since when did you become such a protective, family man?"

"Hmmm… Let's see. When I became a dad!"

"I'm a dad."

"Yeah, and right now, you aren't being a very good one. That, and husband."

"Berry changed you, man."

"No, I went through this thing called "growing up"." Finn corrected. "We're not in high school anymore, dude."

"Oh, I wish I could be that young again!" Puck cheered. "And I know that you do too."

"No, actually. I am happy with my life."

"You seriously like changing diapers all day and watching The Princess and her freaking Frog?"

"This is Beauty and the Beast…"

"Man the heck up!" Puck demanded. 'Listen, I know you want to have some fun."

He nodded. "I will admit, I do miss spending the night at a bar every now and then, but…"

"Yes! That is why we are going to throw a party."

"What are you crazy? No, we can't throw a party!" Finn said. "Do you even know how dead we would be if we did? Rach would shoot me!"

"Rachel and Quinn will never know." He smirked. "We can ship your kids over to a neighbors place, Sam knows a hot band, and we can invite the team. It will be a blast!"

"No way, Puckerman."

"It won't cost you a dime."

Finn shook his head, putting Christopher in his playpen.

"Dude, let loose a little, will ya?"

He stopped to think about it, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine." He sighed. "But it can't get too out of control."

Puck fist pumped with excitement. "I can guarantee you, it won't."

*BREAK*

"Puck, this party is way out of control!" Finn yelled over the loud music.

"Bro, I have no idea what you're talking about." His dancing friend replied. "This party is off the hook!"

"We need to get all of these people out now!" He stated. "This place is packed and irreplaceable things are getting broken. Plus, complaints are being made."

"Good luck with that, dude." Puck gave him a pat on the shoulder before running off in the other direction screaming.

Finn sighed, squeezing his eyes shut, and pretending that he did not just see Tom Price smash his wife's favorite vase… He was going to have a lot to clean up before Rachel came home.

Little did he know, he had fewer time to do so than he thought. For she was just down the street, riding in the back of Donavan's car with Jillian. And when she saw what was going on, she flipped.

"Oh, go get em, girl." Mercedes said as she slipped out of the vehicle and stormed into the jumpin house.

"Come here, Jilly." She took her daughter in her arms, preventing her from being trampled by the wild footballers. "Puck, where is Finn?"

Puck turned away from the group of guys he was chatting with, his eyes widening. "Whoa, Berry. You're not supposed to be here."

"Noah!"

"I wish I knew." He said. "I'd tell him to crank up the base!"

She grunted, stomping up to the stereo and unplugging it. The room immediately grew quiet as the band stopped rocking out. "What is going on here?" She questioned, swinging the chord back and forth. "Finn Hudson, show yourself!"

The crowd slowly separated before her, and he soon came face to face with his furious wife. "I can explain."

"Oh, you better, Mr." Rachel gripped onto his shirt, dragging him up the stairs and into their bedroom, which had been off limits, along with the kid's rooms and the computer/ playroom. "How could you do this?" She set Jill down on the safe armchair.

"I'm so…"

"And where are Payton and Christopher?" She asked. "Do you even know?"

"Of course!" He answered. "They're fine. They're with Blaine."

"Blaine agreed to take them so that you could throw a party?"

"H-He doesn't know…"

She shook her head in disgust, picking Jillian back up and heading for the door. "I cannot believe you!"

He followed her out. "Babe, where are you going?"

"To go get my kids. Ya know, the ones that you were supposed to be keeping an eye on."

"Rach, I can't tell you how sorry I am. It was all Puckerman's idea!" Finn pleaded. "And you came home early."

"Whether I came home early or stayed in Lima another week shouldn't matter. This house should have been under control. Not filled with your football team and friends! I trusted you, Finn."

"You still can!"

"Really? After coming home to this?" Rachel dug through her purse for her keys, then buckled Jill into their Escalade. "You're nothing but irresponsible, Finn."

"But I am."

"No…" Rachel crawled into the driver's seat, ready to leave, but hesitated to slam the door. "I want this place spotless by tomorrow morning. And be sure to pass this message on to Puck… Quinn will be notified about this. So, he better be prepared and ready to explain himself." She backed out of the driveway as Jillian blew him a kiss goodbye, and he trudged back into the house, full of shame.

"This party is over!" He yelled. "I want everybody out! Now."

"Oh, come on…"

"No, Puck. This was a complete disaster and it should have never happened. So, just go." Finn went into the kitchen, grabbing a couple garbage bags to tighty things up as everyone gathered their belongings. Waiting until they all left to get on the job, he didn't get to bed until 6 in the morning. Dreaming about how Rachel planned to kill him.

*BREAK*

Rachel sat at the kitchen table later that week, just going over some last minute wedding plans. For the Hudson's were driving back to Lima the next day, and still, Mercedes needed help getting so much done.

"Mommy..." Jillian skipped in, sucking on a lollipop. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing much." Rachel sighed, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I was watching The Lion King with daddy, but now it's over. So, I came to see you!"

"Well, since you're in here, would you like to help me?"

"Yeah." She nodded, climbing up onto the chair next to her mother. "What do I do?"

"Count how many people are on this list, please." Rachel slid the guest list over to her, knowing that she would probably have to double check her numbers later. "Can you do that?"

"This is baby stuff!" She exclaimed, immediately getting to work as her mother laughed.

Just then, Finn walked in, opening the fridge in search for a late night snack. "Hey, girls."

"Hi, daddy!"

He waited for his wife to reply, but got no response. That was to be expected though. Seeing as, she had been ignoring him for the past 4 days. Ever since the party, she refuses to even look at him.

"Stuff for the wedding?" He tried asking.

Rachel lifted her "#1 mommy" mug to her mouth, drinking her coffee and not acknowledging his presence.

It was his turn to sigh, leaning against the counter. "Come on, Rach, talk to me."

"I have nothing to say to you, Finn." She spoke dryly.

"How about "I forgive you"?"

"When I was raised, my dad's taught me to never lie."

"You're seriously still mad at me?"

"She nodded, keeping her eyes on her papers. "I am seriously still mad at you."

"Why? I told you that I was really sorry, and I can't possibly say it anymore."

"Good." She said, standing up and gathering her things. "Because I don't want to hear it." He just didn't understand how much her feelings had been hurt. When he explained to her that he only threw the party to insert some fun into his boring life… Was she not enough to make him happy?

*BREAK*

Jesse freaking St. James was there, at the wedding. And he was practically glued to Rachel's hip the entire afternoon, something which Finn was not too thrilled about.

"Rachel." He took hold of her hand, pulling her away from the rest of the bridal party so that they could talk privately. "You knew that he was going to be here. That jerk. And you didn't have the courtesy to tell me?"

"Finn, let's not discuss this here." She whispered.

"No. We are going to talk about this right now, whether you like it or not." He stated. "You get angry with me for throwing a stupid party, but then expect me to be totally fine with you purposely keeping the fact that your creepy ex would be here, a secret?"

"Well, it's not like I could do anything about it!" She argued. "He's Donavan's best man."

"You still should have informed me."

"I didn't bring up the subject because I knew you'd react like this."

"Of course I would! I hate the dude!" He yelled. "And I don't want him anywhere near you."

"Neither do I." She admitted. "That's why I am and have been trying to avoid him. Now, stop making such a big deal out of this. You're causing a scene."

"I am not causing a…"

"Rachel…" Jesse interrupted, draping his arm over her shoulders and leading her away. "It's time to do the number."

"Wait… What?" Rachel questioned, really confused. "Jesse, what are you doing?"

"The bride and groom have requested that the maid of honor perform a duet before dinner."

"They did?" She asked. "But nobody told me… I don't have anything prepared."

"That's ok." He said, handing her a microphone. "Mercedes already picked out a song."

"Which one are we…" She was cut off by the opening notes of "Faithfully" blasting through the speakers. Not knowing what to do at first, she decided to just sing, knowing that it was what her friend wanted. And everyone should be spoiled on their wedding day.

"You are such an a…" Finn went to give Jesse a piece of his mind after the performance, but the curly haired man backed away before he could.

"Whoa! Relax, Frankenteen. Don't punch this face." Jesse held his hands up in defense. "Rachel chose the song. And she forced me to do it with her. Said it was perfect for our relationship and where we stand." He explained. "I was against it, because I know what that song means to you. It's yours. But she insisted…"

He shoved the jerk before storming away, going straight up to Rachel, who had just opened her mouth to shout at Mercedes. "Is this your way of getting back at me? That is our song, Rachel."

"I know." She shook her head in disbelief, turning toward the woman in white. "Mercedes, how dare you select that piece?"

"What are you talking about, Berry? I didn't even know that you guys were singing." Mercedes said. "I thought it was a gift."

"Jesse told me that you were the one who picked the song, because it was perfect for "where you stand" and your "relationship"." Finn growled.

"No. I am not associated with Jesse at all." She exclaimed. "And he told me that you would prefer the maid of honor and best man do a number together. I was being nice."

"I am so lost." Kurt announced, and Blaine nodded in agreement.

"So, he went behind our backs and lied." Donavan stated. "To everyone."

"I apologize for blaming you, Cedes. " Rachel sighed. "This is just such a disaster. A huge misunderstanding."

"On a happy note…" Quinn started. "Puckerman paid for us to go to couples counseling and fix all of our little debacles. He's finally stepping up! But, I'm not going to question it."

The small group laughed at the blonde as Rachel spotted Jesse leaving out of the corner of her eye.

"I'll be right back." Sprinting out of the hall, she grabbed him by the arm and spun him around. "Hey!" She yelled, catching his attention. "Are you proud of yourself?"

"Please…" Shaking his head. "Rachel, I love you." He blurted.

"Shut up." She muttered.

"No. You belong with me." He pleaded, taking her hands. "We're meant to be. You won't let yourself believe it, but we are."

"Stop it." Rachel tried to pull away, but his grip on her was too tight.

"Don't deny our love, babe." He cooed. "We can start our own family."

Tears weld up at the corners of her eyes. "Jesse, let go of me!"

"Yo, dude." Finn came to the rescue, pushing Rachel behind him with just enough time to block Jesse's punch and crack him back in the nose, which made him fall to the ground. "Back off." Nobody touched his lady. "You alright, Rach?"

"Yes." She nodded. "But Finn, I'm so, so sorry."

"Shhh. I know, sweetheart." He held her close, rubbing gentle circles on her back. "And I'm sorry. For everything." He whispered, kissing her hair. "I love you."

"I love you too." She sniffled. "And I hate when we fight."

"I do too. But it's healthy." Finn chuckled. "Now, the reception is almost over. So, if you don't mind…" He bowed down, sticking his hand out for her to take. "May I have this dance, Mrs. Hudson?"

"Yes." Rachel giggled, before intertwining their fingers together and joining him under the disco ball.

*BREAK*

"So, how does it feel to be married?" Carole asked, setting a fresh batch of cookies and a tray of hot chocolate down on the ottoman in her living room. She had made some snacks, for everyone met up at her home afterwords.

"Fantastic!" Mercedes squeezed her new husbands hand, smiling.

"Now, the next step is having a few kids." Burt joked.

"Can we just get through the honeymoon first?" Donnie questioned.

Everyone laughed.

"Where are you guys going to go?" A curious Kristen sat down across from the newlyweds.

"Well, after all Mercedes begging, I gave in and purchased tickets to Jamaica."

"Oh, I bet Mercedes is excited." Quinn chuckled.

Mercedes nodded. "You have no idea!"

Just then, the doorbell rang and Rachel was the first to jump up, moving a sleepy Payton to her hip.

"I'll get it." She said, opening the door to find Jesse standing there, hands in his jean pockets.

"I'd like to have another shot at this. If you don't mind."

She snuck a peek back into the house to see that everyone had carried on with their conversation, so she stepped outside with her daughter and shut the door behind her. "What do you want, Jesse?"

"Look, before you start yelling at me and freaking out, I'm sorry." He mumbled, staring down at his feet. "I acted like a complete jerk."

"Yeah. You did."

"It's just that, you were my first love. And I can't just let that go."

"Jesse, there is someone special out there in the world for everyone. For you too… But it's not me. I am in love with Finn."

"I understand." He nodded, turning to walk away.

"Wait, Jesse." She stopped him. "We might not have ended up loving each other romantically, but I think that if you weren't so rude and ignorant all of the time, we could have ended up loving each other as friends."

"We do have a lot in common, don't we?"

"Yeah. So, don't be afraid to keep in touch."

"I will."

"And if you're ever in New York, look me up. We can go see a Broadway show or something."

Jesse chuckled. "Goodbye, Rachel."

"Bye, Jesse." She watched him leave as Payton waved, before she went back inside.

"Who was that?" Finn asked, wrapping his arm around her.

She smiled to herself. "Just a new friend."