Well ladies, gentlemen, aliens/martins, general Gleeks and Faberry fans, this is the last chapter

I feel this story has been a little roller-coaster with ups, downs, dips, loops..you all know what I mean. I want to thank you all for reading, reviewing and favouriting this story. It's taken a long time to complete and I'm quite glad it's over so I can now focus on finishing and writing my other stories

Eternal thanks to Claire Riley for giving me the initial idea and push to writing what has been leading up to this point!

Chapter Fifty:

Not Too Young to Get Married

It has been stereotypically said that all little girls dream of their wedding days. That they plan them out by playing with their dolls and teddy bears, practice by 'marrying' their toys to each other and their friends in playgrounds and then walking down their pretend aisle's wearing white pillow cases on their heads, holding daisies in their hands and humming tunes. Some girls have even been known to write out their vows and practise saying them in front of their mirrors. Little girls and teenage girls apparently create scrapbooks dedicated to their 'big day'; choosing the music, getting pictures of flowers and dresses, food...and of course making little 'wedding photographs' with their grooms standing next to them. Mostly these grooms would be celebrities or boys they had crushes on. For the two brides waiting to get married today, they thought back to all the times they had thought about their weddings growing up. If anyone had said to their younger selves that their wedding photographs in their real wedding scrapbooks and albums weren't going to contain grooms standing next to them, but another gorgeous bride, they probably would have laughed.

Today however Quinn and Rachel awaited their reality. At the tender ages of eighteen years old, they were about to marry the love of their lives – and the soul mates they were eagerly anticipating were in fact female too. And they couldn't be happier.

A week had gone by since the two girls had told their parents that they were engaged. Within that week, they had told all of their friends – the ones that mattered, the Glee Kids – and had arranged for their spectacular dream wedding to be that Sunday. Of course, with only seven days to plan a wedding, their wedding wasn't going to be traditionally spectacular. Kurt had squealed down the phone, making Blaine squeal with him once he told his boyfriend, and began ranting on and on about the details of the wedding they should have. Rachel had left him to talk to Blaine and who he thought was Rachel (when in actual fact she just placed her phone by a photograph of herself) about his plans whilst she called Tina and Mike. Everyone was thrilled – if not a little shocked – and gave their own ideas of what should happen on their wedding day. As well as the kids talking about the 'big day', the parents were also discussing it.

Both girls had made it clear to each other and to their (paying) parents that the occasion was going to be small but filled with love. When Rachel had admitted to Quinn that she really wanted a small, intimate wedding, Quinn was a little taken back. Where she had always envisaged having a private ceremony just with her close friends and family (that mattered), she had always in return imagined Rachel wanting to spend a whole year planning out every last intricate detail: wanting all the frills and curls, with doves being let out of a box (even though that would seem to go against her vegan and animal friendly rights) and a red carpet decorating the isle for when she graced everyone with her presence, accompanied by a sting quartet to serenade her, topping it off with an evening of Barbara Streisand. Hearing her fiancée wanted to have a close circle wedding just like her made her realise just how much they were in sync. And she loved her even more. Of course Quinn wanted Rachel to have the best day of her life – she wanted every day to be the best day of her life – and wanted her to have whatever she wanted.

When Rachel first told her that she wanted a small wedding too, Quinn at first thought it was just to make herself happy. But after talking about it whilst sharing a lunch together in Breadsticks, Quinn knew that they really were on the same page. Quinn had taken hold of Rachel's and looked into her eyes with slightly furrowed brows; "Rachel you don't have to have a small wedding just because that's what I want," she told her sighing a little, "You deserve to have the absolute world! I don't want to have to 'rain on your parade' as Barbara would say by making you not have your huge, Hollywood, fairy tale wedding-" Rachel cut her off with a tug of her hand and a shake of her head; "Quinn you're not raining on my parade," she chuckled and rolled her eyes a little at her beautiful blonde. "Where I understand why you would assume I would want to have a Hollywood wedding by inviting hundreds of people and having a one thousand tier cake and doves flying around and a band playing..." She paused just thinking of not only how much all that would cost, but also how silly and unnecessary it all was. Her smile softened and she moved her head towards Quinn's, leaning over the table slightly more. Speaking softly to her, "Quinn I love you, and as cliché as it sounds all that matters on my wedding day is that you're standing next to me and saying 'I do'." Feeling sappy, but certainly not caring, Quinn allowed her face to relax and a soppy smile formed in replace of her worried lined lips. "All I want for my wedding day is you, me, our parents and the Glee Club. I don't want thousands of dollars spent on stuff that doesn't matter. You and I saying our vows and finalising with 'I do' is all I want." She smiled at her and then ducked her head, feeling herself blush. Quinn could have sworn she felt herself tearing up. What Rachel had said was exactly what she wanted too.

Instead of saying anything at first, Quinn just brought Rachel's hand up to her mouth and kissed her knuckles, the back of her hand and then the ring that sat proudly awaiting for the wedding ring on her finger. Rachel blushed again and felt a giggle rise up her throat, but the second she saw Quinn's serious eyes, she quickly beat the giggle down. Quinn exhaled, eyes brimming with tears, and then whispered – trying to stop her voice from cracking – "That's exactly what I want too, and it makes me so happy knowing that's what you want too." In those few moments, both girls knew that they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. Obviously they were going to have ups and downs, good times and bad, but as long as they always agreed on something as easily as this (or near enough) they knew they would always be together. "I love you," Rachel whispered, stretching her neck as far as it would go. Quinn did the same, smiling and pressed her lips to Rachel whispering back; "I'll always love you", and they kissed sealing the deal that they were going to have a wedding and a life they both loved.

Sunday had arrived. Their wedding day. The beginning to the rest of their lives. They say that a girl's wedding day is the happiest day of their lives. Quinn didn't like that saying. Surely it meant that if this was the happiest day of her life, then that meant nothing would ever compare or compete and that their lives would be downhill from that. Sometimes Quinn thought she was 'the man' in their relationship. Rachel's prince to her princess, her knight to her damsel, her Nikki Arnstien to Fanny Brice, her milk to Rachel's Oreo of all things! And, staring into the floor length mirror of the room in which she was getting ready in, Quinn vowed once again she would always make sure Rachel was happy. That she was happy, safe and knew she so very loved. She'd been staring at herself for what felt like days. Her dress was simple; white and to the ground. It was fitted to her waist and tied with a silk sash, but had a modest cut. The shoulders were frilled slightly, but still beautiful. The dress reminded her of the one she wore at that awful Chastity Ball her mother and father were forcing her to go to in her sophomore year. She was even wearing her hair in a similar way as she wore it when she was wearing it to see if it still fit – merely days before they found out she was pregnant. Her golden hair straightened and the front sections tied up with plaits, connecting at the back in a butterfly clip. Her make up was simple and delicate; just like she and Rachel had planned it.

Staring at her reflection, Quinn couldn't help but think back to when she wore a dress quite like this. Yes, she had worn plenty of Baby Doll dresses, especially in her sophomore year when she was pregnant, but this dress was different. It wasn't a wedding dress bought from a wedding dress shop – much to her mother's slight disappointment – but it was a wedding dress. It was her wedding dress and she would cherish it forever. When she had first showed it to Santana, she wasn't surprised by her reaction: a raised eyebrow and a slight scoff. But she didn't understand the importance of wearing a dress like this. Yes it brought back memories of when she was her father's daughter and wearing a dress like this would be perfect for the annual Chastity Ball, and in a way that was a reason why she was wearing. It wasn't because she was trying to fool herself (or her guests) that she was a virgin, but more to prove that she wasn't. She wasn't a virgin and in her father's eyes she wasn't pure and in a way it was to spite him. Mostly though, she wanted to wear it because it somehow brought her closer to the God she was so close to no longer believing in. It was a dress that was beautiful and modest and to her, that's what a wedding dress should be. It shouldn't be sexy or silly. The whole point of a wedding was to get married to the person you loved and that's what Quinn was doing. She was going to marry the girl she loved in a dress that symbolised her purity to Rachel, that she would never taint her with sadness and that she would always strive to keep their lives beautiful and perfect. Just like Rachel was to her.

Bringing her out of her thoughts was a knock on the door. It would have been a serious case of deja vu it the person knocking would have been her mother, however to her surprise (and slight gladness) it wasn't her mother but her Maid of Honour; Santana. She peeked her head around the door and smirked at Quinn. "Got cold feet?" She asked, stepping into the room. Quinn rolled her eyes at her best friend and shook her head. "If I did I would get Rachel to rub them warm for me." Behind her, the Latina scoffed, "Gross." In her own like pink dress and white ballet pumps, Santana walked over to her best friend. Her eyes softened as she stood behind her and held her around her waist, resting her head on her shoulder. "You look really beautiful Q," she told her, staring into her eyes through the mirror. Smiling just as softly, Quinn blushed, "Do you think Rachel will like it?" Again she heard Santana scoff. "Like it? She'll love it! She'll say it suits you like a hand made glove or something." The blonde ran her fingers over the silk sash, enjoying how it felt and imagined Rachel doing the same that night when they got to the hotel room. Their parents had agreed they could have a one night honeymoon and had paid for them to spend the night in a fancy hotel. Much to Rachel's disappointment they hadn't booked the Honeymoon Suit, but a standard double room. After hearing Quinn whisper something 'sweet' in her ear, she suddenly didn't care about it not being the honeymoon suite, but it would be their honeymoon suit.

Santana noticed Quinn's fingers on the sash and her classic Santana Lopez glint sparkled. "I have something for you," she announced, taking hold of the blonde's hands and twirling her around. She lead her to the dressing table a few feet away and sat her best friend down on the stool. At first thought she was just going to give her something a new, but borrowed, blue object like a bracelet or something. She waited with a light smile on her lips and her hands neatly folded, legs delicately crossed over one another. What she didn't expect was Santana getting down on her knees in front of her and pulling something out from her cleavage. Quinn raised an eyebrow up at her and watched as Santana's smirk turned slightly serious. "This I have in my hand," she announced, holding it flat in her palms, "Is what they call a 'Bridal Garter'." Quinn looked down at the ivory lace object. Her eyes widened slightly as Santana continued to talk. "It is a European tradition that the bride wears one of these and then her groom will take it off of her at the end of the wedding ceremony and toss it to the unmarried men witness to their marriage," Quinn gulped a little at the idea of Rachel doing that. Seeing her friend pale slightly, Santana carried on. "However, because you and Rachel are special – and not from like the middle ages where that used to happen – instead yours will come off right before you 'consummate' your marriage." Quinn blushed again but also couldn't help the little smirk on her lips. The 'gentleman' within her wanted Rachel to wear one too, just so she could play her part of 'deflowering' her bride. "With this particular garter, you will notice that there is a blue bow on it," Santana told her and Quinn nodded her head. Yes, there was a blue bow on it with a small diamond in the centre. She certainly wouldn't be throwing this beautiful piece of embroidery into the crowd of teenage boys that would be sitting in their seats right now. It was beautiful; lacy and looked like the lace's holes were in the shapes of little flowers. "Quinn it is also tradition that a bride have certain things with her as she walks down the aisle: some old, something new, something borrowed and something blue." Again nodded her head; she was expecting her mother to come in with some of those things too. "Well Q, I would love it if you would consider this garment the 'blue' and 'new' part to that particular rhyme."

Beaming at her friend, and feeling her tears well up once again her eyes, Quinn nodded her head. "Will you put it on me?" She asked, feeling her fingers shaking already with unwanted and unnecessary nerves. Through her thick, dark eyelashes Santana smiled and nodded her head. "It would be an honour to dress the bride – well one of them," Quinn giggled at that, "With such an important item of clothing." Carefully Santana stretched the garter and allowed Quinn to put her foot through it. Slowly Santana began to pull it up Quinn's smooth leg. The feel of the action was so wonderful that Quinn couldn't wait for Rachel to pull it off in the exact same way. She had a feeling Santana had been practising this with Brittany in preparation to giving it to her, although she hoped it was with a different garter. Finally when it was secured just below her right knee, Santana patted it and then stood up, helping Quinn to in the process and fluttering out the skirt of her dress. She fixed her hair slightly and then took hold of Quinn's hand. "Seriously Q, you've been through a lot these past few years, and I am so glad that I can see you smile again. And I'm actually really glad that it's Rachel who's making you smile. I know that you'll take care of her and I just hope she takes care of you too." The blonde nodded at her friend and allowed a single tear to fall from her eye. "I'll never let her be unhappy, just like she'll never let me be."

"Then I guess you're perfect for each other, right?" Santana said, beaming at her and bringing her friend into a tight hug.

They held onto each other for a little while before there was another knock on the door. The two almost crying girls separated and watched as Judy walked in, dressed in a pale blue dress and white shawl making her look like a snow angel. Proudly she smiled at her daughter and held up a box. "I was wondering if I could have a minute before you go and become 'Mrs Berry-Fabray'?" Santana nodded her head at Quinn and with a little wink she curtsied and left, going to find Brittany so they could take their spots as Maids of Honour. No doubt Rachel's dads were having the 'My baby's all grown up' speech and so there was a chance the other two girls would be able to have a quick, romance and wedding induced make out. During that run to the other side of the hall where Rachel's room was, Santana was so thankful that they weren't wearing ridiculously high heels.

Judy looked at her daughter and into her eyes. She couldn't believe how much time had passed. A part of her wanted to start singing 'Slipping Through My Fingers' from 'Mamma Mia' or 'Sunrise Sunset' from 'Fiddler on the Roof'. Of course she blamed Rachel for all of the musical references, but she didn't really care. Seeing her daughter dressed in a simple, elegant, beautiful wedding dress just brought oceans of tears to her eyes. "Don't cry mom," Quinn asked in a quiet whisper. Smiling Judy shook her head at her. "I just can't believe how grown up you look. You're still so young but so...adult!" She laughed and wiped her eye. Before she could shed any more tears, she held the box out to Quinn. "No doubt Santana already gave you something 'new' but I wanted to give you something old. I want to say that you can borrow it, because I want you give it to your own daughter someday." The subject of daughters would always be a tough one for this own mother and daughter pair, but now neither of them cried when 'she' was mentioned. Quinn knew what her mother meant, but she hoped that she could somehow give whatever was indie this box to Beth. Of course she would love it if she could give it to her legitimate daughter one day, but giving it to Beth would just be remarkable.

Still, not wanting to dwell or make herself even a percentage sad on her wedding day, Quinn took the box from her mother and opened it. As she lifted the lid she gasped at what was inside. "Nana." Inside the box was a necklace she had only seen on pictures and heard stories about. The pendant jewel was a classic deep red ruby in the shape of a tear drop. It was only small, but it was beautiful. The story with this ruby was worthy of a musical. Judy's great grandmother – Quinn's great great grandmother – was given the ruby during the Great War by a Russian boy she had met. Her family were over in Russia and were making their way back when the 1917 revolution broke out. Viktor had given her the ruby as he was giving her a goodbye kiss. Apparently the ruby had been Tsarina Alexandra's and his father had stolen it from Winter Palace. At that time, they were only children, but Quinn's great great grandmother always knew that Viktor loved her and wanted her to have the ruby to remember him by. Over the years it had been kept a secret and she first wore it on her own wedding day. Quinn felt such pride simply holding it in her hand and now she just wanted to sit with her mother and watch 'From Russia With Love' out of honour.

Hazel-green eyes looked up at pure hazel and soon the ruby was placed around her neck. She was sure to give Rachel the ruby that night, along with the story, and couldn't wait to tell her that if they couldn't give it to Beth, they were going to give this to their own daughter one day. Although she never knew her great great grandmother, Quinn was sure that she would approve of Quinn wearing her precious ruby. "Ruber," she whispered to herself as she held it between her finger and thumb, trying to inspect it. Judy smiled at her daughter, "Latin for red," she finished and both of them also knew that this ruby symbolised the one thing they had both always wanted: love.

The time had come for the two girls to walk down their aisle, whisper and mouth how much they loved each other and finally say 'I do' before officially being married. Where it is normally traditional for couples to get married in a house of worship – a church or a synagogue – this young couple had a different place in mind for the their wedding to take place. Not too far from their town was an old theatre. It was surrounded by hundred year old trees and unattended to flowerbeds, but it was a perfect setting. It was small, the auditorium only seating about three hundred people, but that made it all the more perfect. Although they wouldn't legally be married in Ohio, to them and everyone present or who knew them, they would be each other's wives and so this still was the ultimate place to get married. There were only the first three rows that were filled and even then not really because everyone was scrunched together so they didn't have to strain to hear what was happening. The aisle was decorated with ribbon and flowers and the stage had a little chuppa. They were going to be lit by spotlights and married by no one other than Sue Sylvester. She stood under the 'tent' as she called it, and straightened her 'wedding' tracksuit. Quinn had seen a glimpse of it and as much as she begged her, Sue was going to marry them wear sports wear. Still, it could have been worse...she could have been naked.

Quinn was brought out of her daze by the sound of the wedding song she and Rachel had picked; 'Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You' by Damien Rice, sung and played on guitar by no one other than Mr William Schuester, accompanied by the school band. The perfect pair of bridesmaids, Brittany and Santana, walked down in the first verse and then followed by Quinn herself. They looked beautiful in their like pink dresses, their hair tied up on their heads, baskets of petals to decorate the floor with and beaming smiles on their faces. Every now and then as they walked down the red carpeted floor (Quinn was ecstatic that Rachel got her bit of Hollywood), Santana would wink or smile at her girlfriend – no doubt planning out her own proposal and wedding to Brittany. The bubbly blonde wish she could have pinky link with her Latina Princess all the way down the aisle, but she knew she could do that later. Now was not the time for that, today was about Rachel and Quinn. Their pinky linking could wait.

As the chorus began to play, Quinn took a quick deep breath, pushed her shoulders back and made her way through the curtained door of the auditorium. In the movies she had watched, the congregation always stands up when the bride walks in and down the aisle. They didn't for this wedding, as it was silently instructed, but all the eyes in the auditorium were on her. As each set focused on her she felt her eyes welling up. In her hands she held a single yellow rose. To keep with the simplicity of the ceremony, the two girls weren't going to hold bouquets and throw them. They were going to hold onto their roses and then pass them onto Brittany and Santana, the perfect send off gift for them both. Her steps were at first slow and steady, but as she neared the stage, they became quicker and she felt like she was running! Catching the eyes of her mother though, she slowed and sent her a sniffled look. Her mom was crying and she could tell she was proud of and happy for her. She made her way up the steps of the stage and stood next to her former cheerleading coach.

"Hey there Q," Sue greeted, staring straight ahead, clearing getting into 'the zone'. Quinn still couldn't quite believe that she had 'hired' Coach Sue Sylvester to marry her and the love of her life. Sure, the woman had a license to do so – along with a whole lot of other stuff Quinn really didn't want to know about – but that didn't mean she had to. They could have gotten a normal..well person to do it. Neither of the two girls wanted to cause conflict with the other. Although Rachel wasn't very religious, she still liked to follow some of her religion's teachings. Quinn was quite different. Although she had struggled with herself where God was concerned, she still believed in him. There had been a few times where she was almost not going to believe in Him, but ultimately, she still found some form of comfort in Him. She hoped that she would only have to pray to Him for good things, but she knew there was going to be a few times in her life – her new life with Rachel – that were going to be bad and she would need the comfort of The Almighty. Still, both girls knew that Coach Sylvester wasn't going to include anything to do with God in this wedding, so it was the perfect solution. Besides, neither girl new where they could get a Rabbi or a Priest in such short notice that would be prepared to conduct a ceremony for two eighteen year old girls. Or even if there was such a person!

The blonde bride looked up at her former coach and smiled. "Hi Coach Sylvester," she spoke quietly, focus on her breathing as she felt her nerves begin to kick in a little more. She wasn't have second thoughts or cold feet, she really wanted to just be married to Rachel already! Besides her the taller blonde cleared her throat. "Look Q I er.." The coach paused and blinked, looking down at her protégé. "When you got kn..pregnant back in your sophomore year, I was kind of disappointed in you." Listening to her coach say that, she couldn't quite believe she was saying it. On her wedding day, bringing up something that made her so upset. "But Q, looking at you now," Quinn suddenly felt her former coach's voice crack a little, "I'm really proud of you. Of what you've become. You're going to college in New York to become a success, you've finally stood up to your dad and you're getting married to someone who you love and who actually loves you back." As Quinn looked up at Sue, she could see little tears forming in her eyes. The coach would of course deny it, but Quinn knew there were tears. "Basically Q, not only am I happy for you, I'm proud of you." She sniffled and Quinn looked away as the next part of the song started. Quinn knew her bride was coming and she had to focus on that. Not, however, before saying; "Thanks Coach."

Before walking down the aisle, or even getting near it, Rachel was met by her two fathers. Leroy was holding himself together whereas Hiram had tears streaming down his face. The smaller of the two men wrapped his arms around his tiny daughter's neck and whispered how much he loved her and how proud he was of her. For what, he wasn't quite sure. He would always be proud of his little girl for whatever she did; be it win a dance or singing competition, fall in love and stand up for it or even just getting some milk when no one asked her to. He would always be proud of his daughter and soon enough, he would have another daughter he would always be proud of. Rachel pulled away from her daddy and then looked up to her dad. The taller man held her small hands in his own large ones and looked her over. She was beautiful. Simply beautiful. Stunning and graceful and breathtaking. Where it was obvious that she wasn't his biological daughter (judging by her blood type when she had to have a sample taken when she was younger) he would always be her father. He was so proud of what she had become. She had always been a beautiful girl – having Shelby for a mother she would be – but now she was so much more than that. Her dress was simple and perfect for this ceremony: the white hem floated around her knees, her shoulders had short floaty sleeves and her neck line was pretty but also modest. She was the definition of beauty and her dad didn't have the words to describe her. "You're so beautiful Rachel," he choked out, sniffling as he shook his head at how wonderful she looked.

Hiram stepped up to the father and daughter and held out a box. It caught Rachel's eye and she looked at it, puzzled and then looked at her dad. "What's this?" She asked, imagining if it was something blue. Where she liked the traditional rhyme, it wouldn't have been right for her to have something blue. Where blue and white were a pretty combination, she didn't think an added blue item would look quite right with her white dress and yellow flower. Hiram looked up at Leroy and excitedly opened the box. "When we found out we were having a girl, I just couldn't help myself," the giddy man explained. He handed the box to his husband and began to take out what it contained. A light gasp escaped her lips and she brought her hand up to her mouth. "It's been in the back of our closet for eighteen years now and..." Leroy continued, his voice still cracking but he was keeping it under control by clearing his throat. "Well I had thought we wouldn't have to give it to you until you a little older but..." He shrugged at smiled at his little all grown up girl, "Here we go." Her daddy stepped behind his daughter and placed the tiara styled veil on her beautiful hair. The lace veil was decorated with stars and Rachel laughed when she saw them. "You always knew I was going to be star!" She wiped her eye as a tear slipped from her eye and her fathers laughed with her. "Of course we did!" Hiram laughed, crying a little more. "You're Rachel Berry! Born to be a star."

Both men gave their daughter a final kiss on her cheeks and forehead and then they both put the veil down in front of her face. Where Brittany had handed her a garter decorated with a light blue bow and a diamond situated in the middle and slipped it on for her, (unknown to her that Quinn had received a matching garter), with the knowledge that it was only right that her Maid of Honour and friend should give it her, this was so much better. Where a garter was sexy and could be seen as a little embarrassing, the veil was something beautiful. It was traditional and rooted in Jewish history. Quinn would lift her veil and would see her as a beauty; a surprise beauty. She felt like crying and running down that aisle and saying 'I do' just so she could have Quinn all to herself so they could finally be married. That moment came quickly as her 'cue' was announced in the form of the song she and Quinn had picked only a few days ago came back on. Having a sudden flashback of her Glee Club's first big performance where she sang 'Don't Rain on my Parade', she stepped through the curtains and met her audience. Not the congregation of her friends – the Glee Club – and her fathers, but the only one that really mattered; "Quinn."

Slowly Rachel made her way up the petal dusted red carpet and made her way up the steps of the stage to meet her bride. Where she could feel everyone's eyes on her and her only, she only had eyes for Quinn. Although the song was different to the one being sung by the ever wonderful Mr Schuester, Rachel hummed to herself the James Bond theme tune, 'For Your Eyes Only'. She longed to sing that song for Quinn. It sounded sexist and wrong, but it was true: she really was for Quinn's eyes only and she wanted it to always be that way. The spotlights were on both Sue and Quinn, but of course Rachel was only focusing on the smaller of the blondes. Her smile beamed even brighter, and she was glad Quinn couldn't see it: it made it all that much more special. That more magical. Quinn watched her bride walk down the aisle and couldn't quite believe that she was about to marry this vision of beauty. She was wearing a veil, she didn't know she would be wearing one, and she could feel her insides bounce with excitement. She would unveil a girl more beautiful than any painting, unwrap a parcel more wonderful than any gift and she would be marrying a girl more marvellous than life itself.

The secret brunette made her way up the stairs and stood opposite Quinn, centre stage. Quinn's eyes were shining with tears already and Rachel wanted to kiss them as they fell. Taking her silent, natural cue, the blonde stepped forward and gently threw back the star decorated veil and gasped at how perfectly beautiful her bride was. "Hi," she whispered and watched as Rachel whispered back, "Hi." Soon their were knocked out of their bubble by the booming voice of Coach Sue Sylvester. "As you all know, we are gathered here in this weird smelling, nineteen thirties theatre to witness the marriage of these two marvellous girls; Q and Streisand." There was a little giggle amongst the congregation, but neither Quinn nor Rachel cared. They would simply spend this time staring into each others eyes and imagining the rest of their lives together. "As you all also know, these two have been through a hell of a ride," Quinn was suddenly quite glad they weren't doing a religious ceremony; she was pretty sure you weren't supposed to mention hell at a wedding. "What with Quinn and Rachel's not so friendly past, I think we can all say that it was a bit of a shock when these two finally realised their feelings for each other and are now getting hitched." This time Rachel frowned a little. She didn't want their wedding or the process of them getting married to be referred to as 'getting hitched'. Still she didn't say anything and simply continued to smile at her bride. "Now, I have been informed that the two of them have written their own vows. So, smallest bride first. Streisand." She stepped back a little and allowed Rachel to speak.

Rachel Barbara Berry had been planning on and practising what to say since she and Quinn got engaged. There was just so much to say but no words were ever proven good enough for her. Still, she had tried her best and as she turned to face her bride and future wife, as she had looked down for a brief moment to compose herself, she smiled. "Quinn, as previously mentioned, you and I have not always had the best past. But as I am once for forgiveness I am so glad that I stuck to that promise to always forgive and give a second chance. If I hadn't then I probably never would have met the real, true and honest love of my life." She swallowed and looked down again. Quinn could tell she was going to cry and she wished she could see the tears. She never wanted to see her cry for anything sad, and so she wanted to know what 'happy tears' looked like on Rachel Berry. The brunette looked up again and smiled at Quinn; eyes shinning. "Quinn, probably the most important prayer in my religion is the Shema. At the start of this prayer, the first few lines are as follows; 'You shall love the Lord your G-d, with all your heart, with all your soul and with all your resources'. Quinn, I love you with all my heart, with all my soul and with everything else I have to offer you. I love you Quinn, always have and always will."

Next to her, Quinn heard Sue sniffle and instead of announcing Quinn as 'Q', she simply waved her hand and allowed Quinn to speak. For a little while, Quinn just smiled at her. She smiled at her and watched Rachel's face. Within a few seconds she opened her mouth and began to speak. "Rachel, my love, my princess, my world, I don't know how many times I have told you just how much I love you. I'll say it again and I'll say it for the rest of my life. I love you, Rachel. I want to announce to our friends and family just how much I love you. I want to announce that I will spend the rest of my life not only loving you and respecting you and supporting you, I will protect you and keep you happy for the rest of my life, and I die before you, I will continue to do so until you join me in our own heaven." Rachel sniffled and nodded her head at Quinn, the brunette wiped away a tear and allowed Quinn to continue. "I have nothing more to say, other then I love you and I am so glad you are going to be my wife."

Next came their rings and as they each slipped them on, both girls cried and smiled and at one point, Rachel even laughed. Clearing her throat, Sue looked up to her crowd and announced like she was president, or God himself; "By the power vested in me by the state of Ohio, I now pronounce you; wife and wife, I guess." There was a little chuckle from the crowed and Quinn wanted to glare at her former coach, but her eyes were too fixed on her bride, now her wife. Stepping back, Sue then proclaimed; "You may now seal your marriage with a kiss."

As soon as their lips touched they saw their fireworks, heard their violins and saw nobody but each other. They had kissed many times before, but kisses on spectacularly special occasions were always the best: first kiss, first kiss as a couple, first time making love kiss and now first kiss as a married couple. This would be one of their favourite kisses and both girls wished they could experience it forever and ever and ever. And then they realised that they could. They were married. Married! And they could kiss each other for the rest of their lives. This was the only time they were glad Jacob Ben-Israel had his camera focused on them. No doubt he was pulling a 'Love Actually' on them and was focusing primarily on their lips and bodies. Still, they didn't mind. Anything so they could always remember this kiss: their first as each other's wives.

Whilst the applause continued Quinn and Rachel (Berry-Fabray) pulled away from each other and smiled. Quinn rubbed her nose with Rachel's and whispered, "I love you Mrs Berry-Fabray." Rachel giggled and bit her lip, nodding her head. "I love you too Mrs Berry Fabray." They kissed again, this time a little more chastely and then, hand in hand, made their way down the steps of the stage, getting pats on their backs and hugs from their friends before getting to the outside world of the theatre. Waiting for them at the entrance was a Rolls Royce that Burt Hummel had been working on. Somehow – and they didn't ask how – he had managed to convince the owner to let him borrow the keys and hired one of the other workers at the shop to drive them to the hotel. Giggling as they had confetti thrown over them, the two girls handed their flowers to Brittany and Santana, kissed once again, and then got into the back of the car.

Together they sat back and relaxed, holding each other's hand and pressed themselves against each other. "I can't believe we did it!" Rachel squealed, kissing Quinn's – her wife's – cheek. Quinn squealed as well and took hold of Rachel's cheek. "I know! We did it Rachel, we did it!" Their third kiss of being a married couple, and they couldn't get enough. Before it turned too passionate, Quinn pulled back and gazed into Rachel's – her wife's – beautiful brown eyes. "Our dreams are coming true," she told Rachel, calming her bright smile down slightly. "We are going to go to New York soon, you're going to become a famous Broadway actress, I'm going to be writer and then we're going to do this again only we'll have a piece of paper that everyone will accept, not just our friends." A few tears were falling down Rachel's cheeks at listening to Quinn tell her of their plans. She nodded her head and managed to squeak out; "I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together." Quinn nodded her head and whispered "Me too" before connecting their lips once again.

Their journey together was not always going to be smooth but as long as they had each other, they knew they could and would weather any storm, fight any fight, and sail any sea. They didn't know what the future would hold – even with Rachel's sixth sense – but that was all a part of the adventure. They would have each other and their love and they were only just beginning the rest of their lives full of love.