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I wasn't sure what Finn's middle name was so I just made it Christopher after his father. If I got it wrong then please let me know c:
"I, Lucy Quinn Fabray, take you, Finn Christopher Hudson, to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward." She had this smile on her face that couldn't be described as anything less than sunshine. A soft giggle escaped her lips as she glanced at the crowd full of their families and friends. The only thing that could stop this day from being utterly perfect was Santana's constant glaring at her husband, Noah Puckerman. Well.. When she wasn't stealing glances at Brittany and her husband, Kurt Hummel which she couldn't blame her for. That boy was gay with a capital G! She could see a tiny Beth sitting in the front row on Carole Hudson's lap with a look of sheer awe and a face full of cake. "I, Finn Christopher Hudson, take you, Lucy Quinn Hudson, to be my lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold from this day forward." "Fabray... For now." She reminded with another giggle only this one required her to cover her mouth so she wouldn't ruin the whole mood of the wedding ceremony.
The mood of the wedding was so light and airy.. The cream and soft pink color scheme made the whole church seem like a tiny piece of heaven. "You may now kiss the bride.." Here came the big moment.. True loves everlasting kiss.
And then she woke up.
"Holy shit..." Quinn wasn't really marrying Finn Hudson, Puck wasn't really married to Santana and Brittany didn't end up with Kurt. She wasn't surprised when she saw her own piece of torture laying next to her on the scratchy living room carpet, "Why are you here, Finn? I don't need you." He shrugged, "Think about your dream... What was different?" She really hated this. It felt like she was in one of those crappy made for television movies that she and Puck used to make fun of together. "I was marrying you... I was happy or at least I looked happy. I felt really happy like I know it was a dream but I could feel everything.. Every touch, every thought. Santana was married to Puck, Kurt wasn't gay or he was... He was married to Brittany!" She was whispering because she could hear the shower running. Puck wouldn't find the humor in her talking to ghosts.
Finn smiled and she knew that she was one step closer to getting him to go away. "If I hadn't joined Glee club then all of that would have happened. Kurt never would have accepted that he was gay so he and Brittany would get married forcing Santana to marry Puck. I would have never known that Beth wasn't my daughter so we would have gotten married for her sake." She could piece it all together in her head now and a part of her liked the image. "But I love Puck. He's my soul-mat-" "I didn't say he wasn't. I'm dead, Q. I have no reason to ruin you and Puck. I like you guys together but the sooner that you admit that you feel like -" "Shut up.. Shut up..I don't feel like anything. I'm fine." She snapped louder than she intended to which caused her handsome boyfriend to ask her if something was wrong.
"I'm fine, babe.. I just saw a bug and I killed it." Her voice softened at 'killed' because a part of her felt like a murderer. It wasn't the bug or the bacon that she ate while she was pregnant with Aria. It was the constant pain that she felt towards her own irrational guilt regarding Finn's death. She had never vocalized this fear inside of her head like if she had fought harder for Finn to quit Glee then he wouldn't have ended up dying so young. She loved Puck more than she could every imagine possibly loving a man but was their love worth Finn's life? How was it fair that they got to live a potentially blissful life while he was rotting six feet under? They wouldn't have been as happy but he would be alive.. All of them would be alive right now. Knowing that Finn wasn't her soul-mate was as simple as knowing that Puck was. There were complicated reasons like him being the only person that she could truly be herself around and the utterly simple ones like how Puck always ate the oatmeal.
Quinn was good at a lot of things.
But she couldn't for the life of her figure out how to properly make oatmeal of any kind. She either added too much water creating an under-cooked bowl of watery oats or she cooked it for too long and all the water disappeared making it more like crunchy oat chips. Puck ate it without complaint or adding anything to it and she knew that it had to be awful.