Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read the last chapter! This was such a fun chapter to write. I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, On the Wings of Love or Piano Man.
Chapter 6: The Day Before the Wedding
3:00 PM, Lopez-Pierce Apartment, July 31, 2017
"Let's see what you're hiding, Q," Santana Lopez said to herself as she logged into her Facebook account.
She would have investigated Quinn's engagement earlier, but Santana had multiple commercials to shoot. More importantly, she had to prepare for her audition for the new Gossip Girl spin-off series.
Santana knew Quinn was full of shit the moment the blonde announced that she was getting married. Who tells her friends that she's getting married without telling them she's gay or bisexual and without introducing her fiancée to them? The answer is one blonde bitch who's hiding something.
The first step in uncovering the truth was going to Kurt Hummel's page. She and Kurt went to William McKinley High School together. They weren't exactly friends, at least not the first two years of high school. Santana, along with Brittany and Quinn, were members of the Cheerios and they were known as the infamous Unholy Trinity. As the Unholy Trinity, they ruled the hallways of McKinley High and tormented the lives of the student body, which unfortunately included Kurt Hummel.
Things changed when Will Schuester took over the glee club. Sue Sylvester was the coach of the Cheerios. When she heard about Will Schuester taking over the glee club, she was worried that Principal Figgins would cut some of her Cheerios' budget. Sue ordered Quinn to spy on the glee club. The Head Cheerio didn't want to spy on the glee club by herself, so the blonde forced Santana and Brittany to audition with her. During those days, Santana followed Quinn's orders because she was the head bitch in charge. Those days didn't last forever though, thanks to the glee club.
Santana loathed being in glee club in the beginning. Who wants to spend hours listening to a bunch of losers sing about their feelings? As she spent more time in the glee club, the more tolerable she found the members. She even sang duets with them from time to time. Most of all, the lessons she learned in the club helped her come in terms with her sexuality. When someone outed her, Quinn, Brittany, Kurt and the rest of the glee club defended her from the homophobic bigots in the school. For that, Santana would be eternally grateful.
Besides Brittany and Quinn, she didn't really keep in touch with everyone after graduation. The last time she talked to Kurt was when he was getting ready to move to New York to attend NYADA. When Quinn told her that Kurt was working in the fashion industry now, Santana was a little surprised since he was obsessed with Broadway when they were in high school and she thought Kurt's fashion choices were atrocious.
"So this is Quinn's fiancée? I'm not impressed," Santana commented to herself as she looked at Rachel's picture on Kurt's Facebook page. "If Quinn was really attracted to women, she could do way better."
She clicked on Rachel's profile to investigate further. Rachel studied musical theater at NYADA. That's probably where she met Kurt. She scrolled down.
Canada.
Rachel is from Canada and moved to New York to attend NYADA. Her psychic Mexican third eye was palpitating. She was getting close to the truth.
Santana knew that you needed a student visa to study in America. But what were the terms of that visa? She opened a new tab and Googled "student visa expiration."
"At the end of their program, student visa or F-1 visa holders have sixty days to prepare for their departure," the actress read.
Sixty days.
When did Rachel graduate?
Santana went back to Rachel's Facebook book and found her college graduation picture.
June 11, 2017.
That was about fifty days ago, which meant that Rachel only had ten days before she had to leave the country.
That's why she had to get married, and that's why Quinn didn't introduce her to them. It was a green card marriage!
She smirked, "No one can keep a secret from Auntie Tana. Looks like I owe Q a visit."
8:30 PM, Quinn's Apartment, July 31, 2017
"Santana? What are you doing here?" Quinn asked.
"I was just in the neighborhood and I decided to drop by and see my dear old friend."
The blonde narrowed her eyes in confusion. "Um, okay. You can come in if you want."
"Don't mind if I do!" Santana exclaimed as she entered the apartment. She turned her head and looked around to see if Rachel was there. "So where's your fiancée?"
"She's staying the night with Kurt. We're keeping tradition of not seeing each other the night before the wedding."
"Speaking of weddings, I have a little early wedding gift for you," Santana handed her the manila folder. "Here! Open it!" she said with a smug look on her face.
Quinn raised one of her eyebrows, "Okay, I know that look. What are you up to?" she sharply asked. She grabbed the folder from Santana's hands.
Santana grinned, "why don't you open the folder and find out?"
The blonde opened the folder and she furrowed her eyebrows. "Why did you print out a picture of Rachel's college graduation? Did you Facebook stalk her?"
"Please save your questions at the end," Santana instructed, "look at the next page."
Quinn flipped to the next page and found an article about the F-1 visa. Why would Santana print out an article about visas?
Wait a minute.
Graduation and student visas.
The blonde's eyes widen in shock. Did Santana figure it out? Did she know it's just a green card marriage?
"So the article I printed out states that student visa or F-1 visa holders have sixty days to leave the country after their program ends," Santana paused for a dramatic effect, "oh wait! Didn't your fiancée graduate college on June 11?" She snickered, "that's funny! You two are getting married before her sixty days are up? Wow, what a coincidence!"
Quinn rolled her eyes. Of course, Santana knew, and she did warn Quinn that she wasn't going to let this go. When Santana puts her mind something, you can't stop that bitch.
"You know what? Just stop the bullshit and say it, Santana!"
"I'm the one with the bullshit! Okay, Quinn, I'll say it!" Santana yelled. "Your engagement is fake! You're only marrying Rachel because she needs a green card!"
"Okay! It's true!" Quinn threw the manila at her kitchen countertop. "Rachel is paying me to marry her because she needs a green card. I said yes because I needed the money! Are you happy now?!"
Santana crossed her arms beneath her breasts and smiled smugly at Quinn. "Yes, I am. I told you, Q, my psychic Mexican third eye is never wrong."
"Fuck you and your psychic Mexican third eye," Quinn huffed. "So what are you going to do with this information?"
Santana shrugged her shoulders, "nothing. I just wanted to know the truth. Seriously, Q, you could have just told me. I'm a bitch, but I'm a bitch who could keep a secret."
The young reporter sighed and ran her hand through her blonde hair. "You're right. I should have told you, but Kurt said that it was better to keep it among the four of us."
"The four of us?"
"Me, Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine."
"Who the fuck is Blaine?"
"Kurt's boyfriend."
"Wow, Porcelain was able to get some D. I'm kind of impressed."
"Santana, don't be so vulgar," Quinn chastised.
"How is that vulgar? I abbreviated it," Santana argued. "Don't be such a prude!"
"I'm not a prude!"
"Whatever." Santana sat on top of the kitchen countertop. "So what do you have planned tonight?"
"What?"
"It's your last day of being 'single,' you should have fun."
"I don't have anything planned. Blaine is staying the night since he's going to accompany me to the ceremony tomorrow."
"Wow, that sounds so much fun," Santana sarcastically said.
The blonde glared at her friend. "It's not supposed to be fun. I just want to relax before I have to marry Rachel," Quinn said in a slight irritating tone.
"So I'm guessing she gets on your nerves. I never met the girl, but she already looks annoying."
"You have no idea. I wouldn't be marrying her if I didn't need the money."
"Q," Santana spoke in a softer tone, "if you ever need something, Brittany and I are always here for you."
Quinn sincerely smiled at her friend, "I know. Oh, and that reminds me." The blonde's face turned serious. "Do not tell Brittany about this. I know you can keep a secret, but I don't my marriage to be a topic on Fondue for Two."
"Don't worry, Q, your secret is safe with me."
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Oh, that must be Blaine," Quinn said as she made her way to answer the door.
"Hi, Quinn!" Blaine greeted the blonde.
"Hey, Blaine! Please come in," Quinn gestured for Blaine to enter her apartment.
"Thank you." He walked inside Quinn's apartment with his small duffel bag and suit bag. "Also, thanks for letting me spend the night at your apartment."
"I should be thanking you for accompanying me tomorrow."
"All this politeness is making me vomit," Santana interjected from the kitchen.
"Oh, who's this?" Blaine asked.
"Blaine meet my friend Santana. Santana meet Blaine," the blonde introduced them.
"Nice to meet you, Santana!"
"Yeah, whatever," she jumps off the kitchen countertop. "Now that we got the pleasantries out of the way, can we talk about our plans for tonight?"
"What plans?" Blaine asked.
"It's the night before Q's green card wedding! She should be having fun and getting drunk!" Santana bellowed.
Blaine's eyes widen at what Santana said. She couldn't have said green card wedding. No one knew about the truth except the four of them.
"You can wipe off that look off your face. I know the marriage is a sham."
"You do?! How did you figure it out?"
Santana shrugged her shoulders, "I knew Q was full of shit when she told me she was engaged, so I investigated it all in my own. I just had to Facebook stalk Rachel and put the pieces together."
"In other words, she had to be a bitch about it even after I told her to back off!" Quinn exasperated.
"Oh, get over it, Q! I would have figured it out anyways. Remember, my psychic Mexican third eye is never wrong."
"Your psychic Mexican third eye?" Blaine wondered.
"Don't ask," the blonde warned.
"Enough about that. Let's go out for drinks!"
"Santana, I don't want to be hungover tomorrow. I'm getting married to Rachel. She's already a total pain when I'm sober. Can you imagine what's she going to be like when I'm hungover?" Quinn argued.
"Come on, Q! Can you stop being a grandma for one night? It's your last day of being single. You won't be able to date after you marry Rachel since immigration will be on your asses. Enjoy this night!"
"Santana does have a point," Blaine pointed out. "You should have fun!"
Santana grinned, "I think I might like you, Curly Top."
"Curly Top?"
"Wow. You just have been Christened with a Santana Lopez nickname," Quinn said in a deadpan manner.
"Shut it, Q. A Santana Lopez's nickname is the highest honor that can be bestowed upon you," she smirked.
"How is that an honor? You only called me Q because you couldn't remember my name in cheer camp," Quinn complained.
"Do you want a new nickname? Fine, I'll let you choose." She crossed her arms across her chest. "Do you want to be called Quinnie the Pooh Bear, Q-Tip, or New York City Barbie?"
"Nevermind, Q is good."
"I thought so, but anyways, are you down for tonight?"
Quinn bit her lip and pondered for a moment. Santana and Blaine do have a point. It is the night before her wedding. After tomorrow, she would be legally bounded to Rachel. There would be no escape. It's not like she's going to get blackout drunk. A couple drinks wouldn't hurt and she deserves to have a little fun.
"You two are right. Let's go out!"
8:30 PM, Kurt's Apartment, July 31, 2017
"Okay, I have the Chinese takeout!" Kurt exclaimed as he walked towards Rachel in the living room. He sat down next to his best friend on the couch. "Here is your sweet and sour tofu with fried rice. And here is my orange chicken with chow mein."
"Yay! I have been craving this." Rachel took a bite and closed her eyes to savor the taste.
"So, what do you want to do tonight?" Kurt asked his best friend, "do you want to watch a movie? Go out after dinner?"
"Honestly, I just want to stay in tonight with you." She leaned her head on Kurt's shoulder. "I'm going to miss living with you. After I get married, I have to live with Quinn...permanently!"
Kurt laughed, "I'm going to miss you too. I admit, it's been weird not having you around."
Rachel lifted her head from Kurt's shoulder. "So, are you going to look for a new roommate after I get all of my things?"
"Actually, I think I want to ask Blaine to move in with me," Kurt said as a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.
Rachel squealed with excitement. "Oh my gosh, Kurt! I am so happy for you!"
"I haven't even asked him yet!"
"He's definitely going to say yes!"
"You think?"
"Yes!"
"I just don't want to get my hopes up. He could say no," Kurt quietly admitted.
"He's not going to say no," Rachel reassured him. "Besides, you guys are practically living together. It's either you're at his apartment or he's here."
"You make a very valid argument." He reached for her hand. "And thank you for those words, Rach."
The brunette comfortingly squeezed her best friend's hand in return. "Kurt, I'm always going to be here for you."
"I know and I'm here for you too," He smiled sincerely. "After all, team Hummelberry is for life!"
Rachel let out a laugh, "yes, team Hummelberry is for life! You're stuck with me whether you like it or not!"
"I wouldn't want it any other way."
"So, how are you going to ask Blaine? Are you going to serenade him with a song that's about living together?" Rachel wondered.
Kurt chuckled, "definitely not! I'm thinking of cooking his favorite meal for dinner. While we're eating dinner, our song plays in the background. Then, I'll tell him how much I love him and about how I'm ready to take our relationship to the next step. After that, I'll ask him to move in with me."
"That sounds so romantic!" Rachel gushed. "I admit, I'm a little jealous."
"Why are you jealous? You have Quinn!" Kurt joked.
Rachel playfully slapped his shoulder, "shut up!"
"I'm just kidding, Rach."
"You know, I'm still can't believe that I am actually going through with this." Kurt looked at his best friend and silently motioned for her to continue. "I always thought that I would have booked a starring role on Broadway by now. I feel like a failure," Rachel sadly confessed.
"Rach, you are not a failure." He inched closer to Rachel and put his around her. "Yes, things aren't working out the way you want them to, but that doesn't mean that you failed."
Tears started to collect in Rachel's eyes at Kurt's encouraging words. God, it was so easy to make her cry.
"There are a bunch of people who struggled before they became successful. Look at Oprah! She got fired from her first job as a news anchor and look at her now! She's one of the most successful women in the world. One day, your name will be all over New York. You are way too talented!"
Rachel let out a lively laughed and wiped the tears from her eyes. "You always know the right words to say to me. Thank you, Kurt. I love you so much."
"I love you too. So, do you want to watch a movie? You can pick."
"Since I am getting married tomorrow, I think a wedding-themed movie is appropriate and it has to be a musical," Rachel grinned.
"There's only one movie that comes to mind."
"Mamma Mia!" The two best friends bellowed at the same time.
10:45 PM, The Sunnyside Beat, July 31, 2017
"I never expected you to choose a karaoke bar," Quinn told her longtime friend as they entered a private room in the Sunnyside Beat. "Is Brittany coming by the way?"
"It's the perfect place to get drunk and sing. I kind of miss singing all those sappy songs we used to sing in glee," Santana replied. "And Brittany can't come tonight. She's stuck at the dance studio."
"Wait, you two were in glee club?" Blaine asked.
"Why do you sound so surprised? Q and I can carry a tune. If it weren't for us, that glee club wouldn't have won their first sectionals," Santana chided.
"Were you in glee club with Kurt? He mentioned that he was in his high school glee club."
"We were. Glee club was one of the reasons why Kurt and I sort of became friends in high school," Quinn began. "During my freshman and sophomore year of high school, I was a total bitch. Along with Santana and Brittany, we bullied Kurt and a lot of people."
"Oh."
"I regret those years. Kurt and all those people didn't deserve that," Quinn mumbled. "Because of glee club, I realized what I did was wrong. I apologized to Kurt for everything I had done. I was thankful that he forgave me, and he and the rest of the glee club were even there for me when all that stuff happened with my family..." she trailed off.
"Your family?"
"Let me stop you right there, Curly Top. Q, doesn't like talking about what went down with her family, so you're going to stop asking her about it or I'm going to go all Lima Heights on you," Santana warned.
"I'm sorry," Blaine apologized. "I didn't mean to pry. Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you about it. For the record, I'm glad that you and Kurt are friends now."
"Thank you and so am I."
"Okay, I'm not here to wallow in feelings. I'm here to get drunk!" Santana interjected.
She pressed the button to call the waiting staff. A few moments later, their waiter entered the room.
"What can I get for you? Just so you all know, it is happy hour right now. All bottled beers are $2 and mixed drinks are half-off."
"Perfect! Could we get a round of tequila shots-"
"Shots? Santana, I told you I didn't want to get drunk!" Quinn reminded her friend.
"One shot is not going to get you drunk, grandma, relax! That reminds," Santana turned her attention to the waiter. "My friend, Q, is getting married tomorrow. Can she get a free appetizer or something?"
"Santana!"
The waiter chuckled, "Congratulations and I'll see what I can do. Can I get you anything else to drink?"
"Do you carry Shock Top?" Blaine asked.
"Yes, we do."
"Great! I'll take a bottle of that."
"I'll have a cape cod."
"I'll have a margarita," Santana added.
"Okay, I'll be right back with your drinks," the waiter said.
"Thank you!" Blaine thanked the waiter as he left the room.
"Santana, why did you ask for a free appetizer? It's embarrassing!" Quinn scolded.
"You're getting married! You should be taking advantage of all the free stuff you can get," Santana argued.
After a few minutes, the door opened to their private room. The waiter entered, carrying a tray of their drinks.
"I have three shots of tequila," he said while setting them on the table. "I have bottle of shock top. One cape cod and one margarita." The waiter turned his attention to Quinn. "I also put an order for a free basket of chicken fingers to congratulate you on your marriage."
"Thank you," Quinn said.
The waiter smiled at the blonde, "not a problem. Can I get you anything else for you all?"
"Actually, can I get an order of fries?" Blaine asked. "Fries and chicken fingers are an awesome combination."
"I like the way you think, Curly Top."
"Sure! Anything else?"
"I think we're good for now," the blonde answered, "thank you."
"My pleasure." The waiter exited the private room.
"Let's take these shots," Santana said as she passed the other two shots to Quinn and Blaine. They each removed a slice of lime that was nestled on top of the shot glasses.
"Let's make a toast," Blaine suggested.
Santana rolled her eyes, "fine." She raised her shot glass. "May Quinn's green card marriage be successful, so she can divorce Rachel and be single again!"
Blaine and Quinn laughed, "cheers!"
They clinked their shot glasses together to celebrate the night. The three friends licked the ridge of salt on the rim of the shot glasses, and at the same time, they took the shot of tequila.
"I forgot how how gross tequila tasted," Quinn grimaced. She bit the slice of lime to relieve the taste.
"You just need to keep drinking to get used to the taste," Santana ridiculed Quinn. "Curly Top, hand me the song book. It's time for Auntie Tana to show you why I was the star of the glee club."
12:30 AM, The Sunnyside Beat, August 1, 2017
Quinn said she didn't want to get drunk tonight, but why did she have three shots of tequila, one cape cod, and one margarita? The answer is Santana Lopez. That bitch kept ordering drinks for everyone, but the blonde wasn't complaining. This was the most fun she had in a long time. She and Santana sang "Toxic," although it felt weird to be singing Britney Spears song without Brittany S. Pierce. After all, Britney was her thing in glee.
"I am so glad that we went out tonight!" Blaine drunkenly gushed. "Now, don't get me wrong, I love Kurt, but all we do is drink wine. It feels so awesome to take shots of tequila!"
"This is the first time I've hung out with you, Curly Top, but I have to say, you are way more fun than Porcelain," Santana smirked.
Blaine giggled, "who's Porcelain?"
Quinn snorted, "your boyfriend. That was his nickname in high school."
"Porcelain?!" Blaine cackled. "Is it because he's pale?"
"Yes," Quinn said while chuckling.
"I totally see it. He kind of looks like one of those porcelain dolls!"
Blaine and Quinn erupted in laughter, and Santana just looked at the two with amusement. Quinn had five drinks, so she's a happy drunk right now. If she had one more drink, she would turn to Angry Drunk Quinn and Angry Drunk Quinn was not fun.
Santana continued to watch the two friends interact. God, they were such lightweights. She drank the most, but she was still sober. However, it wasn't a fair comparison. After all, she's a Lopez and Lopezes can handle their liquor. Legend has it that her great-grandfather chugged a whole bottle of tequila and lived to tell the tale.
"Okay, I hate to be the killjoy here, but our time is almost up. We should go home before they charge us another hour," Santana informed her two intoxicated friends.
"What?! Quinn wrinkled her nose. "I don't want to go home!"
"Yeah! I only sang two songs tonight!"
"Q, you didn't even want to come here in the first place. I practically had to drag your ass just to go here, and Curly Top, you sang about twelve songs tonight," Santana tried her best to reason with the two drunken idiots.
"What? You're lying!" Blaine held up two fingers, "I swear I only sang two songs!"
The blonde stood up from her seat and almost lost her balance. Santana grabbed onto Quinn's hands to steady her. "Okay, okay, okay, I have an idea," Quinn babbled, "why don't we sing one more song and then we could get some tacos?"
"I love tacos! That's such a brilliant idea!" Blaine gushed. "You are so smart!"
Quinn flipped her hair. "I did go to Yale," she bragged.
Santana rolled her eyes, "How modest of you, Q, but seriously, I don't want to be charged for another hour. Hurry up and sing!"
"Awesome!" Blaine beamed. "And I have the perfect song to sing!"
He reached for the song book on the table and flipped vigorously through the pages to find the song he was looking for.
"Aha! I got it!" He inputted the song's number on the remote control. A few moments later, a familiar tune filled the room. He stood up from the couch and began to sway with the music.
Quinn gasped in excitement. "I love this song!" She grabbed the another microphone from the table and stood next to Blaine.
"It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in," Blaine and Quinn drunkenly sang together. "There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin."
Santana couldn't hold her laugh while watching her two intoxicated friends. Yes, she considered Curly Top as her friend now. Unlike Kurt who was dull, Blaine was actually fun to be around.
"Santana!" Quinn pulled her long time friend to her feet. "Sing with us!"
"Okay!"
"Sing us a song, you're the piano man, the three friends sang together while swaying back and forth with the beat, "Sing us a song tonight."
Santana turned her attention to Quinn and smiled. She was happy that the blonde was having fun. Quinn was getting married later today. According to the young reporter, Rachel was the most annoying person Quinn has met, so she deserved to have fun night. And being her best friend, Santana made sure that happened.
Author's Note: And the chapter finally ended! This is the longest chapter I wrote so far. Who likes drunk Blaine and drunk Quinn? Something happened to Quinn's family that really affected her. It will be slowly revealed in the upcoming chapters and will important to the plot. In addition, Santana will be making more appearances. The part of Quinn needing one more drink to be Angry Drunk Quinn was inspired by Brooklyn Nine-Nine bit about Amy Santiago. The next chapter will be the long awaited wedding! Who's excited? As always, please leave a review/comment and tell what you think. Reading your reviews/comments motivates me to keep writing. See you all soon! :D
Guest: Yes, this will be a wild ride! I have so many things planned for Quinn and Rachel. Hope you stay throughout the ride!
Guest: Thank you! I hope you liked this chapter.