Had to rush this a little as I made some major changes to my first draft, but I hope this chapter makes sense! Lol

So…this is a filler more than anything else and certainly doesn't just focus on Bridget and Quinn. It involves all the characters since I thought it was important that they were explained a little more and involved more in this chapter. It focuses on the wedding that I've been building up to and any Rachel Berry fans will be happy to know she'll be making an appearance with in the next couple of chapters for sure this time!

Sorry for any mistakes once again, enjoy.

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"This dress makes me look like I have silicone implants in my thighs," Grace Harvey complained, poking at her legs as she examined herself in the mirror.

"It makes my complexion look completely dull." Jade Lewis frowned into the mirror. She squirted some lotion onto her palm and smoothed it over her arms. "I should have brought that bronze body powder that I saw at Sephora." She added, pouting. Jade wasn't the type of girl that needed bronzer to make her skin glow. It had a natural sheen, just like Bridget's own Latina complexion. They'd always been similar, but Jade's skin tone was slightly darker now.

Kendal rolled of the bed in their Ritz Hotel Suite and snatched up the Chloe' dress, letting it dangle from her fingers. It was long and brown and sleek, with tiny pearlescent beads sewn diagonally across the bodice, and two delicate beaded strands, like necklaces, to hold it up.

She yanked off her white hotel bathrobe and pulled the dress on over her head. The material clung to her figure, but it didn't feel tight – it felt great. Kendal examined herself in the mirror. The dress didn't make her look as hippy as she thought it would. She looked hot. Yesterday, all the girls had been waxed, plucked, exfoliated, steamed and moisturised from their hair follicles down to their toenails at the Aveda Salon and Spa on Leighton Street.

Kendal had new golden highlights in her hair and both her and Bridget had had their entire bodies dusted over with sparkling, scented body powder. Kendal fluffed up her hair, which had just been blown out by her mother's hairstylist. She didn't care if Jade and Grace weren't overly happy with their dresses; Seth wasn't going to be able to keep his hands of her tonight. Plus, the dress went perfectly with the Manolo's her dad had sent her a week in advance for her birthday. Kendal pulled the shoes out of her bag and strapped them on. She was glad a little piece of her dad was still around, even on her mother's wedding day.

"Perfect." Kendal said to her reflection, picturing a handsome Seth waiting for her at the other end of the aisle as if it was their wedding day. She had a habit of being overly dramatic. She looked amazing and she was definitely ready to do it. Finally.

"All set," Bridget said, coming out of the bathroom in a cloud of sweet-smelling perfume. The dress looked pretty incredible on her too, but Kendal tried not to look. Where had those impossible curves come from anyway? She had done a marvellous job at ignoring Bridget all through hair and make –up that afternoon. She didn't see any reason to stop ignoring her now.

Bridget smoothed down the front of her dress, glancing in the mirror nervously. She wished Quinn would hurry up and come see her soon. She hated being in Kendal's presence without the blonde by her side.

Someone knocked on the door. "Hey, it's me." Zach, Kendal's soon-to-be step-brother said. "You guys ready?"

Kendal opened the door. Zach and Hudson were standing out in the hall wearing their tuxedos. Zach had gotten his straggly dark hair cut short and it was styled perfectly. He looked like a celebrity attending the Grammys, Kendal thought to herself. And like always, Hudson looked like the perfect gentlemen, with neatly styled hair and a perfectly tied navy tie that matched his waist coat and powerful blue eyes. Kendal swayed slightly at the sight of the Bridget's brother standing there in all his glory with gorgeously high, defined cheek-bones and muscled, broad shoulders. She had to admit, they both looked adorable.

"Wow." Zach said. "That dress rocks."

Hudson nodded in agreement, easy confidence hidden with an adorable shy smile. "You look really good Kendal, like always." He said earnestly placing a polite, gentlemanly kiss on her cheek.

Kendal frowned, revelling in the attention. "You don't think it makes me look fat?"

What a drama queen. Bridget smiled at her brother over Kendal's shoulder. She knew Kendal was flirting with him and she found it sort of cute that he was playing along.

"Give it up, Kendal," he said, "You know you're hot."

Kendal grimaced. "You really think so?"

"Yeah." Zach said, running his hand through his freshly cut hair. He still wasn't used to his new hair-cut.

"You all look beautiful." Hudson added politely as he nodded his head at Bridget over Kendal's shoulder. He hadn't seen his sister all week. God, he'd missed her laid back attitude and witty sense of humour that had always kept them so close. It felt sort of empty at home without her.

"Thanks." Kendal said shyly as Grace and Jade swooned over Hudson in the background. Bridget simply rolled her eyes as a smile crept across her face.

"Lennie thinks so too." Zach added jokingly, knowing just how much Kendal hated his lovable boxer that was tall enough to knock her over in one jump. "He told me. I had to leave him at home, but he'd definitely want to hump your leg in that dress."

"Fuck off." Kendal growled, although she was loving every minute of it. She turned to Grace, Jade and Bridget. "Come on," she said, "Let's get this fucker over with."

As the girls filed out the room, Hudson rested his hand on the small of Bridget's back and led her protectively down the hall. Kendal glanced back at the suites sumptuous king-sized bed. Okay, so the next few hours were going to be hell. And sure, she didn't know when the hell she'd lost her best friend to another fucking girl in a totally different way. But today was her birthday, and tonight, she was finally going to lose it to Seth in that bed.

If he spoke to her today that was. But if not, then Hudson was single wasn't he? And fucking hot.

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"Do you, Joseph James Osman, take Lorraine Marie Williams, to be your lawful wedded wife, to love and serve, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" asked the slightly stocky minister who had aged rather regally.

"I do,"

"And do you, Lorraine Marie Williams, take Joseph James Osman, to be your lawful wedded husband, to love and serve, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"Yes. Yes, I certainly do."

Raquel Lowndes shifted her hips on one of the chapel's uncomfortable wooden benches. "Tell me again why they had to get married so bloody quickly?" she whispered to Lila Coates.

Mrs Coates moved closer to her friend and gave her a knowing glance through a little blue veil that was attached to her formal hat. Both Bridget and Quinn had had a bet before the ceremony started that the veil would get caught in one the chapel doors and take her probably-to-elaborate-to-be-real wig with it. "I heard she was running out of money." She whispered. "It was her only way out of debt."

Mrs Carlson, Seth's mother, couldn't help but get involved with the excited gossip. "I heard she fell in love with his summer place in Cornwall. But he wouldn't sell it, so she figured out another way to get her hands on it." She contributed, leaning forward to whisper in Raquel and Lila's ears.

"How long do you think it will last?" Lila asked dubiously.

"Well, how long could you live with that man?"

Quinn had to stifle her laugh from the bench behind them as they examined Joseph Osman, who was looking particularly rosy in his grey pinstriped morning suit and cream coloured shirt, tie and waistcoat. He'd even worn a pocket watch for the occasion, much to Quinn's amusement.

Lorraine looked radiant except she'd chosen a light pink dress instead of white since she didn't want to wear white twice, believing it was tainted. Quinn suddenly realised why Bridget felt very, very sorry for her ex-best friend. It was understandable. Lorraine's eyes glistened with happy tears and an ancestor's diamonds glittered from her neck, wrist and ears.

But most importantly, the bridesmaids and ushers. They were the most beautiful group of people Quinn had ever seen. She could understand why Vogue liked to use weddings like this to take photos and print articles about the wedding of the year.

Kendal clutched her bouquet of winter lilies and kept her eyes fixed on Seth, drowning out the wedding ceremony completely. He'd only sent her one oblique text since he'd been back, explaining that he'd been busy with family, but he hadn't texted back when Kendal had replied telling him how nervous and excited she was about tonight. Kendal had had to satisfy herself with the thought that all would be resolved once they saw each other again.

As long as that bitch Bridget didn't get in the way, Kendal thought to herself. But then she remembered. She didn't have to worry about that anymore. That almost made her feel slightly worse, strangely.

Kendal waited for Seth's eyes to shift to Bridget so she could catch him staring yearningly. But Seth kept right on watching the ceremony, his green eyes sparkling in the candlelit church. He was feeling sort of nervous too, but he wasn't going to let it show. He feigned interest in the ceremony to avoid making eye contact with a particularly gorgeous Kendal.

Bridget felt jittery too, although you'd never know it. Whenever a professional got his hands on her face with makeup and blew out her hair, the results were unreal. Her brunette hair shone, her honey complexion gleamed, her cheeks glowed and the brown Chloe' dress hugged her body, accentuating her womanly hips, the curve of her back and her long, toned, graceful legs.

But inside, Bridget was feeling a little messier. She just wanted Quinn up there with her, to make her feel secure when her easy inner confidence just failed to make an appearance and she felt bad that she hadn't been able to see the blonde at all before the ceremony. But she was also worried about Kendal, despite the fact that the blonde had been ignoring her all day.

The girls were standing next to each other and Bridget could practically feel the tension zinging off Kendal's body like static electricity.

Across the aisle, her brother winked at her. He looked like a prince in his tux. Quinn thought Hudson looked like a make version of Bridget, all dark haired, greeny-blue eyed, and tall, with a sprinkle of freckles on his nose and adorable dimples in his cheeks.

Bridget turned her head and tried to locate Quinn in the audience but she couldn't see her bright blonde hair anywhere among the glamorous hats and crisply coiffed dos of the wedding guests. She knew Quinn was there, and the more she told herself this, the more desperate she was to see her.

"And now you may kiss the bride." The minster announced. Joseph grabbed Lorraine around the waist. Kendal clutched her bouquet against her stomach to keep her from puking.

It wasn't a very long kiss, but any public display of affection between people of her parent's age was enough to make her gag.

Joseph took Lorraine's hand in his own and smiled at the audience as the pianist began to play.

At last, they were married!

The wedding party followed the couple down the aisle and through the chapel doors. Hudson spun round once they were outside and bumped into Kendal. "Hey. Congratulations, Kendal. Happy Birthday." he said, kissing her on the cheek. Kendal smiled. Hudson had been the only one that had remembered all day. It made her want to ditch Seth and spend the night with Hudson even more. There was something familiar and safe about him. Bridget wanted to drag him away from the blonde when she saw them together, but then she sensed someone walking up behind her.

"Hey, beautiful." Quinn whispered in her ear. Bridget spun around, a smile lighting up her face.

"God I've missed you today, Q." Bridget grinned, wrapping the blonde in a giant hug and then taking Quinn's hand in her own. Quinn smiled at the brunette's enthusiasm to see her.

"Why don't you ask that guy if he'll take out picture?" Quinn suggested happily. She thought she'd feel out of her depth at the 'wedding of the year,' but she didn't. She was actually enjoying it, especially since she was going to be the one who got to tear that gorgeous gown off of Bridget later in an overpriced hotel suite whilst they drank wine and ate freshly picked strawberries.

The Vogue photographer was busy snapping romantic shots of Lorraine and Joseph together in a nearby rose garden that led to their awaiting Bentley. Suddenly, Lorraine called out for Bridget to come over.

"Come here darling!" she waved from the two girls to come closer and then whispered something to the photographer. "Get your photos taken so that they can publish them!"

Bridget suddenly realised what that meant. She was pretty sure Lorraine had just told him to get a picture of the two 'lesbians' that had just come out since it would make a stunning, eye opening feature in Vogue's next issue. But she didn't really care what Lorraine had said, Quinn still wanted a photo taken since she dragged her towards the photographer.

"I hear you're together?" the photographer asked, moving towards them.

"Yes." Quinn said, smiling politely. Bridget stood back abit, unsure how she felt about this.

"Would you mind if I took a picture of you together for our next issue? This would really open up our readers eyes to see two, such beautiful young ladies looking so ravishingly stunning and completely in love. We've been trying to find this sort of thing for years!" The man explained, clearly proud of himself. Quinn blushed as Bridget frowned.

"You want to publish an article, about us?" Bridget asked wearily.

"Yes, I think you're beautiful together."

Quinn deliberated for a little whilst Bridget seemed to weigh up invisible options.

Were they ready to come out? This publicly?

Oh dear.

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People continued congratulating the happy couple as they kept Kendal and Zach close, posing for family pictures.

Kendal hadn't factored the receiving line into her plan for the night and her mother and Joseph seemed hell-bent on prolonging the agony. Her face hurt from smiling, and she was sick of people kissing her and making her tell them how happy she was for her parents. As if. It was bad enough that she'd already been forced to pose for the camera with her lips pressed against one of Joseph's chubby, red cheeks. Not Good.

"She's really cool to hang out with," she heard Zach tell someone. He was standing next to her on the receiving line and kept telling people how psyched he was to have such a cool new sister. Kendal knew he was being sarcastic. She wanted to hit him.

"At least they got this right." Raquel Lowndes commented to her husband when they passed through the receiving line and entered the elegant ballroom of the Ritz hotel, where the wedding reception was to take place. The room sparkled with silver, white linen, crystal and candle-light. A harp player sat in the corner, playing discreetly. Waiters in white jackets distributed flutes of golden champagne around the room and escorted guests to their appointed tables.

If Kendal had involved herself with the seating arrangements, things would have been slightly different, but Bridget, Quinn, Hudson, and Seth were all seated at the same table, with Bridget sitting in between Quinn and Seth. Across the table from them, Gracie and Jade were sat posing for the photographer in their still-too-tight dresses as he who floated about the room, snapping away. He'd ended up with loads of Bridget and Quinn and lots of them with the boys too.

Quinn's favourite was one of them holding Kendal's six month old niece Jasey between them as the gorgeous little girl looked up into Bridget's eyes with her big, auburn brown ones and held Quinn's hand with a massive smile across her cheeky little face. For a moment, Quinn felt like they had their own little family.

Finally, all the guests made their way through the receiving line, and Kendal and her new and improved family made their way to the head table. Kendal sat down between her mother and Zach, practically back-to -back with Seth. She couldn't believe it. Bridget and Seth were sitting next to each other at the next table whilst she was forced into sitting with her family. Un-fucking-believable. How did she know Bridget's new thing with Quinn wasn't just a phase? This was even worse!

Kendal leaned back in her chair. "Can we leave soon?" she whispered into Seth's ear, hoping he wouldn't ignore her. He nodded hesitantly, but made no effort to move. The truth was, he was quite happy where he was, just laughing and joking with Bridget and Quinn. They didn't put any pressure on him and were quite happy to answer anything him and Hudson were currently firing at them. It was interesting. And that certainly worked for him.

He just wanted to hear Bridget talk in that sexy, raspy voice of hers and see Quinn hold Bridget's elegant fingers in her own as they chuckled together, not caring about other people and their fucked-up opinions. It reminded him what a relationship should feel like.

Satisfied with Seth's nod, Kendal titled forward in her chair and scooped up her champagne flute, downing its contents in one, swift, giant gulp. If she was finally going to do it with Seth tonight, she wanted…no needed, to be relaxed.

"Easy there, Kendal." Zach advised. "I don't want you throwing up all over me."

"Why not?" Kendal replied, holding up her glass for the waiter to fill. "It would be an improvement."

Charming!