Love Crash

AU 6x08. Quinn crashes Brittana's wedding.

Quinn saw a taxi in the distance and sprinted towards it. But there was a middle-aged couple about to get in so she pushed them away.

"Hey!" the man complained. "Who do you think you are?"

Quinn stopped and gave them her best HBIC stare. "My love is getting married right this instant, and I have to stop her before it's too late, every second counts!" she said vehemently, and before waiting for a response she got in and slammed the doors shut.

"Destination, miss?" the cabbie politely asked but Quinn was having none of it.

"Just drive!" she snapped. "I'll give you the directions as we go. If you get me there in thirty minutes, I'll pay you triple!"

That was good motivation for the driver and the taxi went vroom-vroom.

The driver got her to Brittany and Santana's barn (what kind of a wedding place was that?) in record time of twenty-eight minutes so Quinn threw a wad of cash at the cabbie, thanking him before dashing out the taxi.

Shit, she forgot her handbag. Oh well, it didn't contain much anyway; she didn't put anything in it because she was in such a hurry when she left her house. Getting to Santana was more important anyway.

Her steps slowed to walking pace when she neared the front doors, trying desperately to keep her panting under control after the physical exertion of running as fast as her little legs could take her. On top of that, her stomach was swirling with tons of unpleasant butterflies. She was so nervous – she didn't know what was going to happen but what she did know was that she was out of time. She had to tell Santana how she felt ever since she laid eyes on the beautiful brunette before it was too late.

She remembered her thoughts when she saw Santana walk into her classroom for the first time. And they were gay. Very, very gay.

Quinn slipped into the wedding hall as Burt was saying, "Anybody has any objections to the marriage and eternal bonding of Brittany Susan Pierce and Santana Diabla Lopez?"

Talk about perfect timing. Oh, Quinn had objections.

"I object!" Quinn screamed and suddenly all eyes were on her, but all Quinn was looking at was Santana, who had her eyes comically widened. After all, nobody knew she was here. Quinn sprinted down the aisle and stopped right in front of Santana, ignoring Brittany staring daggers at her.

"I object," Quinn whispered, panting again. She was going to say something but her breaths were failing her. "Sorry," she panted. "I need to regain my breath," she held up a hand.

"Quinn!" Santana hissed. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Let go of Brittany's hand," Quinn commanded. "And I'll tell you."

Santana reluctantly let go.

"I'm in love with you, Santana." Quinn confessed which elicited a loud 'ooh' of surprise through the audience. "I have been ever since I met you. All these fights we had, it was because I wanted you to look at me. I wanted your attention, and I didn't know how to get it. The night we slept together, it was the best of my life. By a long way. I love you so much, Santana, and I know what I'm saying now might sound crazy to you right now, but please don't get married to Brittany. Please."

There was silence for nearly a minute and it was weird.

"You two slept together?" Brittany's words were like ice.

"That's not the point!" Quinn snapped. "Okay, maybe it is. But please. Don't get married in a barn. You deserve so much better. I'll treat you right, I'll cook all the bacon you want because I know you love it." Not technically true, but if she liked bacon Santana must too, right? "Run away with me," she breathed, stepping forward and holding Santana's hands with hers. Santana looked so beautiful in her wedding gown. So, so beautiful. "Run away with me, please."

"Q-Quinn, I…" Santana stuttered and averted her gaze. "You don't know what y-you're doing right now, this isn't fair –"

"Life isn't fair!" Quinn pleaded. "Please… don't you think we deserve at least one chance? Don't settle. Follow your heart."

Santana looked at Brittany and back at Quinn.

"I can't believe you did this," Santana said as they sat in the taxi, which was going vroom-vroom. "You crashed my wedding! What about Brittany?"

"She'll get over it," Quinn shrugged, holding Santana's hand and interlocking their fingers. "I'm so glad you're running away with me."

"We're not even eloping," Santana rolled her eyes. "We're going straight back home."

"Shut up," Quinn snapped. "I feel like we're far away from home when I'm with you, okay? Because you're the only person I can see and feel when I'm with you."

"Aww," Santana deadpanned and Quinn slapped her on the shoulder.