Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read the prologue! The next chapters will take place before the wedding and explore the beginning stages of Quinn and Rachel's marriage. Also, I don't know too much how visas and the citizenship application work. Most of my knowledge comes from reading articles, so it's not accurate. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and On the Wings of Love.

Chapter 1: Will You Marry Me?

Two Weeks Ago, July 17

"It's over. I'm going to get deported, " Rachel Berry whined as she sunk further into her the couch.

"He wasn't that bad. He's not much of a looker, but he wasn't as creepy as the other guy," Kurt pointed out. He handed the brunette another glass of wine. "And he was willing to marry you for less."

"If he wanted to do it for free, I still wouldn't marry him. Seriously Kurt, where do you find these guys?"

"Hey, it's difficult to find a straight man in my profession," Kurt defended himself. He took out a bag of pretzels out of the cupboard. "Do you want some?"

"No thanks."

"All right, more for me," Kurt said as he poured himself a bowl. He walked over to Rachel, holding his bowl of pretzels. His best friend fixed her position so he could sit beside her. "So are you changing your mind about this whole green card marriage thing?"

"It just doesn't feel right. When I was a little girl, my dads always told me that if I were ever to get married, it should be for love," Rachel explained.

"I know, but what are your other options? After you graduated, you only had sixty days to look for a an employer who is willingly to sponsor you. You've been auditioning for roles even before you graduated and you weren't offered anything."

"I know. Why does it have to be so hard?" Rachel murmured.

Kurt set his bowl of pretzels down on the coffee table. He put his arms around his best friend. "Don't worry, we're going to figure something out. Team Hummelberry is unstoppable!" Kurt exclaimed, trying his best to cheer up the brunette.

Rachel bursted out laughing. "Oh my god, Hummelberry just reminded me of the time when I had you pretend to be my boyfriend so that guy would stop asking me out."

"I can't believe he bought it. I mean, it's so obvious that I'm gay." Kurt joined Rachel in laughter, but suddenly an idea came to his mind. "Wait, I think I found a solution to your problems."

"I'm listening."

"So when I was your fake boyfriend, I tried my best to pretend I was straight."

Rachel nodded her head. "Yeah and?"

"Well, what if you married a girl?" Kurt suggested.

"What?!"

"Think about it. You didn't like any of the guys I introduced you to because they were all kind of creepy and some of them were old too," Kurt rambled.

"Kurt get to the point!"

"If you marry a girl, you'd be more comfortable since girls aren't creepy."

"Girls could be creepy too," Rachel pointed out, "Haven't you seen any of those Lifetime movies?"

Kurt shook his head. "Not the girl I have in mind. We're both from Lima. We recently reconnected at an event and became friends."

She raised one of her eyebrows, "Friends?"

"Why do you sound so surprised? I have friends other than you."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Of course I know you have other friends, but you haven't mentioned this girl at all to me."

"Like what I said, we weren't really friends back in Lima, so I never had the chance to talk to her." Kurt took out his phone out of his pocket and looked through his contacts.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm texting her."

"Why are you texting her? I haven't agreed to this!"

"Rachel, relax, I'm not asking her to marry you. I'm just asking her if she's free for coffee, and then I'll ask her."

"I still haven't agreed to this. I don't even know I could pull off being in love with a woman," Rachel expressed her concerns.

"You took all those acting classes in NYADA. Besides, you were going to do the same thing if you married a guy. You could totally pull this off and I think Quinn could too," Kurt urged his best friend.

"Quinn?"

"Yeah, Quinn Fabray."

"She sounds pretty."

"She is. She has impeccable bone structure."

"Kurt, is this my only option?," Rachel hesitated.

"What choice do you have? Your sixty days is almost up." Kurt put his hand over her shoulder. "This is our last option."

"Okay," Rachel agreed, "What do I have to lose?"

"Exactly! Who knows? Maybe the two of you will end up being best friends or more," Kurt slyly implied.

"Kurt!" Rachel playfully hit his shoulder.

"I'm just teasing. I know you don't swing that way."

July 18, 2017

"You want me to what?!" Quinn exclaimed.

"I know it sounds crazy, but she really needs your help," Kurt explained to his bewildered friend. "When you think about it, it's not as crazy as it sounds!"

"Not that crazy? You want me to get married to a woman I don't even know so she won't get deported and I'm not even into women!" the young blonde blurted out.

"You don't have to be into women. You just have to pretend. Do you think all those couples in 90 Day Fiancé are in love? They do it for the green card." Kurt tried to convince Quinn.

"Why can't you marry her?" Quinn argued.

Kurt bursted out laughing. "Are you serious? If I married her, the immigration authorities would know right away that the marriage is a sham!"

"Okay, what about Blaine?" the young blonde rebutted.

"Blaine is off limits!" Kurt yelled. The patrons at Starbucks turned their heads at the two friends, wondering about the outburst. "That was a little too loud, huh?"

"You think?"

"My apologizes! My friend and I are just having a spirited debate," Kurt told the patrons. He returned his attention to the blonde. "Look Quinn, I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't a dire situation."

"I know."

"She tried to book a role before her visa expired, but it didn't work out. Rachel doesn't want to go back to Canada because it's her dream to be on Broadway," Kurt explained.

"That's good to know because it's my dream to be arrested for marriage fraud," Quinn sarcastically said.

"Ah, there's the Fabray sarcasm." Kurt took a sip if his coffee. "Just so you know, Rachel is going to pay you. Not a lot, but it's still a pretty big amount and I know you need the money," Kurt pointed out. "You don't have to make your decision right away."

"That's true. I've been living paycheck to paycheck," Quinn sighed. "But I haven't met Rachel yet. What kind of person is she?"

"Well, why don't you two have dinner? Shall we say, tomorrow at 8 pm?" Kurt excitedly asked.

"Sure, but in one condition. You have to be there too."

Kurt clapped his hands, "Great! We can have dinner at my place. This is perfect since you haven't been to my apartment yet. I'm sure you two will get along!"

7:40 PM July 19, 2017

I'm so tired, Quinn thought as she rode the train to Bushwick, Brooklyn. She leaned her head on the window, exhausted from work. Her editor had her running around Manhattan, investigating a series of burglaries that have a possibility of being connected. Now, the young reporter was heading to Kurt's apartment, on her way to meet Rachel.

Rachel, the aspiring Broadway star whose visa expired. That was the only thing Quinn knew about her, so she didn't know what to expect during this dinner.

Kurt didn't describe Rachel's personality, the blonde thought, I hope she's not crazy.

"Next Stop Gates Avenue Station," the train conductor announced.

Quinn got up from her seat and walked over to the doors, waiting to exit the train. The train finally stopped and she exited. She walked through the platform and climbed down the stairs to the busy streets of Brooklyn.

I should buy a bottle of wine to bring to dinner, Quinn thought, I'm pretty sure there's a liquor store near Kurt's apartment.

Even though it was nighttime, the streets were still filled with pedestrians. She tried to zig-zagg her way through without running into anyone, but she ended up bumping into a young brunette woman.

"I'm sorry," Quinn quickly apologized and continued to walk to her destination.

In another city, that would have been the end of that interaction. Not in New York City and certainly not tonight.

7:45 PM, July 19, 2017

"Do you have some change to spare, mam?" the elder homeless man asked the brunette.

"Of course," Rachel responded. She opened her bag and was about to grab her wallet, but then a young blonde woman bumped into her.

"I'm sorry," the woman hurriedly said and continued to walk.

Rachel quickly glanced at the woman and reverted her attention to her bag again. People are always bumping into each other in New York City, so she was used to it.

"Where is my wallet?" Rachel asked herself. She searched her bag and she couldn't find it. She felt her pockets and it wasn't there. "Shit! I can't find my wallet!," her brown eyes widen, remembering the blonde woman. "She stole my wallet!"

Rachel turned her head and searched for the woman in the crowd. She couldn't have gotten that far, she thought. She kept searching the crowd until you spotted a familiar blonde. "There you are!"

She bolted off for the woman and ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

"HEY!" Rachel yelled to get the woman's attention, but the woman didn't turn around. You're not getting away, she thought. She ran faster and when she caught up to her, Rachel jumped on the woman's back.

"What the fuck?!" the blonde woman screamed, "What are you doing? Get off of me!" She pulled apart Rachel's arms around her shoulders.

Rachel landed on her feet and glared at the woman. "You stole my wallet!"

"What? I didn't steal your wallet, lady!"

"Yes you did! You stole it when you bumped into me!"

"No, I didn't! Why would I steal your wallet? I have my own money!"

"I'm not leaving until you give it back to me," Rachel demanded.

"Look lady, I didn't steal your fucking wallet. Be more aware of your surroundings," she glared at Rachel, "Now get out of my way, I'm going to be late." The blonde brushed past Rachel and went her way.

"Get back here or I'm going to report you to the cops!" Rachel threatened. The woman ignored Rachel and continued to walk away. "I can't believe this!"

8:10 PM, July 19, 2017

"KURT!" Rachel yelled as she entered their apartment.

"Why are you yelling? Did something happen?"

"Yes, someone stole my wallet!"

"What?!" Kurt ran to Rachel and wrapped his arms around her. "Are you okay though? You didn't get hurt, right?"

"I'm fine," Rachel assured her friend, "but they got away."

"Have you reported it to the police?"

"I was going to, but I changed my mind. My visa is expired and I was afraid that they might ask me questions about why I'm still in the country. I don't want to risk it," Rachel mumbled.

Kurt put his hand on her shoulder and tried his best to comfort her. "I'm really sorry that this happened to you, Rach."

"Why does life hate me?" she cried out.

"Don't worry, things will start looking up," Kurt comforted his sullen best friend.

"I hope so," Rachel whispered.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"That must be Quinn," Kurt announced. He looked at Rachel, "You ready?"

"Yeah, I'm just going to freshen up."

Kurt made his way to the door and opened it.

"Quinn! Thank you so much for coming. Please come in!" Kurt said as he gestured for her to come inside.

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit late. I had deal with an incident on the way over here." Quinn apologized as she entered Kurt's apartment. "But I brought wine!"

"Don't worry. You're only a couple of minutes late," Kurt said, " and thank you for the wine." Kurt took the bottle of wine and made his way over to the kitchen. "Let me pour you a glass. Make yourself at home!"

Quinn looked around the apartment and noticed the massive collection of DVDs on the shelf. "Wow, you have an impressive DVD collection," Quinn stated.

"Thank you. I'm probably the only person in New York that still collects DVDs," Kurt joked. He handed the blonde the glass of wine.

"Thanks," she took a sip of wine, "so where's Rachel?"

"She's freshening up in her room. Someone stole her wallet tonight, so she's feeling down."

"That really sucks."

"I know. Life isn't going her way right now, but she'll get through this. She's a strong girl."

"That's-"

"YOU!"

Quinn and Kurt turned their heads and Quinn's eyes widen at who she saw.

"YOU!" The blonde shouted.

Kurt looked at the two women with a mystified expression, "Wait, you two know each other?"

"Yes!" Rachel pointed a finger to Quinn, "she stole me wallet!"

"Here we go again! For the last time, I didn't steal your damn wallet!" Quinn countered.

"Stop denying it! I know you did!"

"Okay, wait, let's try to discuss this in a civil matter," Kurt appealed to the two woman.

"Why should I be civil? She stole my wallet!" Rachel fumed.

"You're so crazy! How many times do I have to tell you? I didn't steal your wallet!" Quinn barked.

"Yes-"

"OKAY!" Kurt shouted.

The two women fell silent. It was rare for Kurt to raise his voice.

"Arguing won't solve anything!" Kurt scolded. "Let's try to talk this out like civil people."

"Okay," Rachel and Quinn agreed.

"Quinn, did you take Rachel's wallet?"

"No."

Rachel scoffed at Quinn's response. The nerve of that girl to lie.

"Rachel, are you sure it was Quinn?" Kurt asked his roommate.

"I'm positive."

Quinn glared at Rachel.

"Did you see her take it?"

"No, but after she bumped into me, my wallet was gone," Rachel admitted.

"Did you thoroughly check your purse?" Quinn asked.

"Of course I did. Do you want me to show you?" she sarcastically asked.

"Yes, I would like that," the blonde adamantly stated.

"Fine!"

Rachel stormed into her room and grabbed her purse. She returned to the living room and began emptying the contents of her bag on the coffee table.

"I have my phone, a small bottle of lotion, my makeup powder, a tampon, and mascara."

"Did you check the inner zipper pockets?" Quinn asked.

The brunette scowled at Quinn. "Let me guess, do you want me to show you?"

Quinn nodded her head.

Rachel unzipped the pocket. "I have my passport and my…" she stopped talking.

"Rach, why'd you stop?" Kurt asked.

Rachel bit her bottom lip and she slowly took out her wallet.

"I told you!" Quinn yelled.

"I didn't see it when I checked it outside," Rachel stammered.

"I think you owe me an apology."

"Rach, she's right. You should apologize."

"Fine. I'm sorry," Rachel whispered.

"What? I didn't hear you."

"I said I'm sorry!"

"Apology accepted," Quinn grinned.

Kurt released a sigh. "Okay, now that we got that settled, we should discuss this marriage. Quinn-"

"Wait," the blonde interrupted. "I don't think I want to go through with this."

"What?" Kurt questioned.

"I don't think I want to marry someone as crazy as her," Quinn pointed at Rachel.

"Excuse me, but if the situations were reversed, you would have acted the same way," Rachel justified her actions.

Quinn shook her head. "You are so unbelievable!"

"Okay, let's not argue again," Kurt said, "Whether you two like it or not, you two need each other. Rachel, you need to marry Quinn in order to get a green card. Quinn, you need the money after what happened to your mom."

"What happened to your mom?"

"None of your business!" Quinn snapped.

"I was just asking!"

"Girls, calm down!"

Rachel pointed at Quinn, "Tell her to calm down!"

"All right!" Kurt bellowed. "Can we just focus for a minute?"

Both women shook their head.

"Okay," Kurt began, "So do you both agree to this green card marriage?"

"Yes," Rachel answered.

"Not yet."

"Why not?" Kurt inquired.

"Why doesn't Rachel ask me herself? I mean, she needs the marriage more than me," the blonde highlighted.

Rachel gave Quinn a menacing glare and Quinn gave her a cheeky grin in return.

"Rach, I mean she kind of has a point. You are the one that needs her help. You should ask her."

The brunette sighed, "Fine!" She looked Quinn straight in the eyes. "Will you marry me?"

"No, please?"

Rachel took a deep breath to calm herself. "Will you please marry me?"

Quinn smirked at the fuming brunette, "Okay. I'll marry you."

"Great! Now, we are all the same page and we can work out the details of the marriage!"

"Wait," the blonde interrupted.

"What now?" Rachel responded.

"I'm not agreeing to anything until we settle on an amount."

"Fair enough," Kurt said.

"I want $12,000," Quinn stated.

Rachel's eyes widened with shock. "$12,000?! Is your blonde hair made up of gold?"

"I think that's a fair price, considering I have to marry you." Quinn snarked back.

"$5000 and I'll cook you two meals of your choice during the week," Rachel negotiated.

"$12,000."

"$6000 and I'll cook you four meals."

"Even if you cook me meals throughout the week, it's still $12,000."

"Hold on," Kurt interjected. "How about $8000? Rachel will give you a down payment and she'll pay the rest in monthly installments," he suggested.

"Okay, deal. You're lucky that I'm friends with Kurt," Quinn told Rachel.

"Rach?"

"That's fine with me."

"Okay, now we got that out of the way. We can finally move on to more important matters." Kurt cleared his throat. "I have been researching and immigration authorities will investigate your marriage to make sure it's not fake."

"How are we going to prove that it's real?" Rachel asked.

"By creating your relationship history," Kurt informed the two women. "We are going to say that you two met through a mutual friend in January and fell in love. You two couldn't stand being apart, so you decided to get married. A classic lesbian u-haul story."

"Okay, but how are we going to convince them?" Quinn asked, "Are we going to photo-shop some pictures?"

"Better! We are actually going to take pictures of the milestones of your relationship. It'll be a piece of cake. You two just have to show up and bring multiple outfits. I'll take care of the rest. These pictures will be proof of your cloying romance."

"Cloying?" Rachel repeated.

"It means overly sweet," Quinn responded.

"I know what it means!" Rachel snapped.

Quinn smirked, "Sure, Rachel."

Rachel grunted, "Ughh do you have to be so infuriating all the time?"

"No, but it's fun," Quinn teased.

The brunette took a deep breath. This Quinn Fabray girl is starting to get on her nerves.

"Focus! We are short on time. We have to start taking pictures and begin planning the wedding."

"Well, I am a professional so I have no problem."

"How about you Quinn?" Kurt asked.

"No problem with me."

"Okay, we have a wedding to plan!"

IsaboJangles: Thank you so much for the review! Yes, the chapters will be much longer :D

Author's Note: How did you like Quinn and Rachel's first meeting? It was a lot of fun writing their bickering. Please leave a review and let me know what you think! It'll mean the world to me! :)