Epilogue
Santana
Her dress is tight and she's sweating like crazy. It must be at least a hundred degrees in the small church. It's crowded too. A lot of people have come to this wedding. Of course they have, nothing else ever happens in Lima. Santana looks out over the crowd. She spots Rachel sitting with her husband, Jesse. She spots Finn glaring at the pair of them. Santana sees Mr. Shuester walking in with his second wife (or third, it depends if you see Terri as wife 1 and 2 or not). Everybody's looking at Santana. She loves the attention; she knows she looks stunning in this super-expensive gown. ยจ
Puck looks nervous and so he should. He's a guy. He's a guy with a tendency to be a bad boy. If he wasn't nervous she would worry. But when she smiles at him, he smiles back. He's happy and looks good in that black tux. The years have treated him well and the lack of Mohawk makes him look more handsome. He's going to be an extraordinary husband, she knows it. She can't wait for it. Her Puck. The only boy she ever loved. She only boy she will ever love.
The music begins and everyone turns away from Santana and Puck. Through the door walks Quinn. And if Santana looks stunning and Puck handsome, Quinn looks beautiful. As she should. She's the bride, she's getting married today. Santana steals a look a Puck. He's biting his lip, twisting his fingers. He can't contain himself, Santana can see that. He wants Quinn. Now. He wants her in every way.
Santana has only heard the story after it happened of course, she wasn't there. But both of them told her the same story so she guesses that it's true. How Puck brought Quinn home after the trip to Florida. How she gave him the ring back. How he felt like breaking down. How she told him that she couldn't do it that way. How she whispered to him that he should propose for real, get down one knee. How he had. How he had asked her to marry him, standing on one knee on her porch. How she had said yes. Santana thinks it's true, even though it sounds like a movie.
Quinn has reached the altar now. She's glowing. Puck can't take his eyes of her. He has waited a long time for his. Seven years, actually. It's seven years ago he proposed on that porch. She insisted on finishing college. She insisted on him going to college too. It took them seven years to graduate, to find a nice little house in Boston. She works as a children's therapist, just in the beginning of career, but still. He's a police officer. The irony never fails to make Santana smile. And now they're here, in Lima. Because that's the way Quinn wanted it. Puck doesn't care, Santana knows that. But it's nice being back here, even if it's just for the weekend.
Finn's the only one who still lives here. Rachel moved to New York days after graduation. Santana heard that she's doing fairly well on the Broadway-scene. Mike married a French girl he met at college, he lives in Paris now. Tina lives in Milwaukee, she's a children's books author. Kurt tried the Broadway-route as well, but ended up in Vermont, opened a B&B with a guy he met at the gym. He looks happy. Artie moved to Cleveland. Santana hasn't spoken to him yet, but he looks just a geeky. There's no hard feeling between them now, though. Santana only disliked him because he liked Brittany. Mercedes became a chef and lives somewhere in the south now. She isn't here, couldn't get the weekend off. Santana knows, she handled the RSVPs. Brittany then. She lives in New York too. So does Santana. They share a small apartment above a Chinese restaurant. Being here, in this church, is making Santana want to marry her. It's legal now. Maybe. Maybe soon.
Quinn takes Puck's hands. Santana can see that they're shaking.
"I, Noah Puckerman, take you for my lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part."
Her voice is soft and clear. Santana feels goose bumps on her arms, even though it's hot inside the church.
"I, Quinn Fabray, take you for my lawful wife to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part."
His voice is weaker, as if he's moved.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife" the old minister says. "You may kiss the bride."
Quinn stands on tiptoe and kisses him. Santana can see her lips move as Quinn's drawing back. It's two words and the those words makes Puck cry. Santana can see the tears in his eyes. Noah Puckerman is crying. Oh god.
It's only because Santana knows Puck so well that she knows what Quinn whispered. Santana knows the only thing that would make Puck cry. He pulls his wife closer again. He bends down and kisses her belly. Santana smiles to herself. She knows exactly what word Quinn whispered.
I'm pregnant.
(Thank you for the amazing reviews. You are all too kind. Sorry for it becoming a bit cheesy in the end, I couldn't help it. )