Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read the last chapter! Here comes the long awaited wedding, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or On the Wings of Love
Chapter 7: The Wedding
Quinn's Apartment, August 1, 2017
In a typical Wednesday morning, Quinn Fabray would be getting ready for work. Today wasn't an ordinary day though. It was her wedding day, so the young reporter had a big day ahead her. She had planned to wake up by 9 AM, so she and Blaine can get ready and be at the New York City's Clerk Office by 1 PM for the ceremony. However, it was already 9:30 AM and the two friends were still out cold from last night's festivities. Quinn laid face down in her bed, while Blaine was knocked out on the couch. Thankfully, Santana Lopez was there to save the day.
"Wake up!" Santana yelled as she banged a pan with a wooden spoon. "You two have to get ready for the wedding!"
"Aargh!" Blaine and Quinn grimaced in pain.
"Finally you two are awake!"
"Can you stop yelling? Your voice sounds like a thousand gunshots right now," Quinn complained while rubbing her forehead.
"I feel like dying," Blaine groaned as he sat up on the couch. "My head is killing me."
"Wait, why are you still here? Did you sleep over?"
"Yes, I slept over. I had to drag your asses home after we got tacos since you two were in no condition to take a cab by yourselves," Santana explained. She set the pan and wooden spoon at the countertop.
"I think you're exaggerating a bit. I wasn't even that drunk," Quinn argued.
"Not even that drunk?" Santana huffed. "Q, you told the cab driver to take us to Wonderland so you wouldn't have to get married, and Curly Top rolled down the cab's windows and vomited on the way to your apartment."
"At least I rolled down the windows," Blaine mumbled.
"So being the considerate and caring friend, I decided to sleep over to make sure you two got up in time for the wedding."
"Fuck, I have to get married today," Quinn groaned. "How am I supposed to get ready when I feel like complete shit?" She sat up in bed and removed the covers. She positioned her body to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Not to worry, Q," Santana said as she walked over to the kitchen countertop. "I made my family's hangover cure."
She grabbed the two glasses on the kitchen countertop and made her way back to Quinn and Blaine. She each handed them a glass.
"My Great-Grandmother created the Lopez Hangover Cure after my Great-Grandfather got a bitchin' hangover from chugging a whole bottle of tequila," Santana told her two friends.
Blaine scrunched his nose and looked at the mysterious liquid. "Why is it blue?"
"Stop asking questions, Curly Top and just drink it." Santana ordered.
"Why is this the first time I've heard about the Lopez Hangover Cure?" Quinn asked as she held the drink. "We've gotten drunk a bunch of times and you have never offered this hangover cure to me."
Santana shrugged her shoulders. "I was too lazy to make it those times. It's an elaborate process, but since it's your wedding today, I made the exception."
"Wow, how kind of you," Quinn replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Can your sarcasm, Fabray, and just drink!"
"Aargh!" The young bride cringed in pain. "Okay, I'll drink it. Just stop yelling!"
"Agree." Blaine raised his glass to the blonde, "cheers."
They took a sip of the Lopez Hangover Cure and immediately spat it out of disgust.
"Oh my god, that's disgusting!" Blaine complained as he wiped his mouth.
"Is there a raw egg in this? I could taste the yolk!" Quinn rasped.
Santana rolled her eyes out of annoyance. "Stop complaining and just drink the damn thing! And to answer your question, Q, the recipe to the Lopez Hangover Cure is a secret."
"I don't think I can drink this," Blaine cringed.
"Just hold your breath and chug the drink," Santana instructed. "Trust me, your hangover will disappear in the next hour."
Santana walked over to the kitchen countertop to reach for her purse and phone. "Anyways, I have to return home to my lady," she said with a wink. "Q and Curly Top, I'll see you both at the reception. Finish the Lopez Hangover Cure!"
She made her way to the door and left herself out, and Quinn and Blaine winced at the sound of the door slamming shut.
"Are you going still going to drink this?" Blaine asked his friend.
Quinn sighed, "I am desperate for this hangover to go away. Can you imagine how much more irritating Rachel is going to be if I'm still hungover throughout the wedding?"
Blaine laughed but then cringed in pain. "Please don't make jokes right now. The sound of my laughter is bringing me pain."
Quinn turned to Blaine, "let's drink it at the same time."
Blaine nodded head in agreement, "okay. Remember to hold your breath just like what Santana instructed."
The blonde lifted her glass, "bottom's up."
Kurt's Apartment, August 1, 2017
"Kurt! Did you make my favorite breakfast?" Rachel gushed as she looked at the kitchen table filled with blueberry waffles.
"I know how you feel about getting married today, so this is my little way to cheer you up," he replied with a warm smile.
The brunette walked up to her best friend and embraced him. "You are the best friend a girl could have!"
Kurt returned her embrace. "Anything for you! Come on, eat up! We have a long day ahead of us."
"Don't mind if I do!" Rachel exclaimed as she sat down at the kitchen table.
She reached for the bottle of maple syrup and poured some on her waffles. She grabbed the knife and fork in front of her and cut a small piece. She put a piece in her mouth and immediately closed her eyes, savoring the sweet taste of the blueberry waffles.
"Kurt, your waffles are to die for!" The brunette gushed.
"Only the best for my best friend." He sat across from the young bride and took a sip of his coffee. "So, how are you feeling this morning?"
Rachel's shoulders drooped, "honestly, I just want to get this day over with. Once I Quinn and I get married, the faster I can start the green card application process."
"Have you looked into the green card application process?" Kurt asked.
"Yes! It's so expensive!" Rachel whined.
"That's how the government gets its money," Kurt paused to take a put a piece of waffle in his mouth. "So have you and Quinn started preparing for the interview?"
"We have," the brunette stated. "We got through a lot of questions after you left a couple nights ago. We just have to go through the childhood and family questions."
Kurt widen his eyes, "oh."
He knew that part would be difficult to get through. Quinn was a guarded person. She didn't like talking about her feelings. In fact, Santana and Brittany were the only people that Quinn was somewhat able to open to. The only reason why he found out about what happened to Quinn's family was because it spread like wildfire in school.
Rachel narrowed her eyes at the change of Kurt's expression. "Why do you have that look on your face?"
"What look?" Kurt tried to pretend like he has no idea what Rachel was talking about.
"Your eyes widen when I mentioned Quinn and I answering questions about our families," Rachel pointed out.
He let out a sigh, "okay, I can't tell you what happened because it's not my place to say. Let's just say that something happened to Quinn's family that strained her relationship with her father."
"But what-"
"Rachel, I can't say anything else," Kurt interrupted. "It's not my story to tell."
"Fine," Rachel reluctantly agreed and continued to eat her breakfast.
"Thank you for understanding," Kurt said.
Quinn's Apartment
"Quinn, I think the Lopez Hangover Cure really works," Blaine happily said as he tied his black bow tie, "my hangover is completely gone!"
"I know," Quinn agreed, "I don't even feel like I got drunk the night before." She took out her lipstick from her makeup bag and began to apply it to her lips.
"Where was this cure when I was in college?" Blaine joked as he put on his navy blue blazer.
"Right?" The blonde turned her attention to Blaine. "How do I look?"
Blaine looked at the young bride. She was beautiful. She was wearing a simple, but beautiful white lace dress that fell above her knees. Her dress highlighted her curves. Quinn styled her long, blonde hair in an elegant updo.
"Quinn, you look beautiful," Blaine complimented.
The blonde rewarded her friend with a sincere smile, "thank you, and you look handsome in your tux."
"Thank you."
Ding!
He reached for his phone in his pocket. "It's Kurt. He's just asking if we're almost done getting ready. He and Rachel are going to head out soon."
"I'm ready. I just have to put on my heels."
"Okay, let me just double check if I have everything in my bag," Blaine said. "I have my wallet, my phone is in my pocket, I have my camera and extra batteries, the wedding bands, the marriage license, and my emergency hair gel."
"Emergency gel?" Quinn laughed.
"Hey! You never know when a hair emergency is going to hit!"
"I'm just teasing you, Blaine," Quinn chuckled as she put on her heels. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah, let me get our Uber."
The young reporter raised one of her eyebrows, "Uber? I thought we were just taking a cab."
"Well, it is your wedding after all. I thought we could be a little fancy," Blaine suggested.
"You're right. It maybe a green card wedding, but we should be a little classy."
New York City Clerk's Office, August 1, 2017
"How far away did Kurt say they were?" Quinn asked as she and Blaine made their way to the entrance.
"Kurt told me they were five minutes away. They should be here soon. Why? Can't wait to see your bride?" Blaine teased.
Quinn playfully smacked Blaine's shoulder, "No, I just-"
The blonde was interrupted by the sudden jarring of the door. She turned head to see who entered the New York City's Clerk Office, and it was Kurt and Rachel. The two best friends were making their way towards her and Blaine.
Quinn stopped in her tracks and she found herself staring at Rachel. She styled her hair in an twisted side bun. The brunette was wearing a strapless lace short wedding dress that showed off her toned arms. The pair of heels Rachel wore accentuated her calves. She was impressed how nicely Rachel cleaned up. Quinn had to admit. Rachel looked really beautiful today. Before the blonde knew, her mouth curved into a smile while Rachel continued to walk towards her.
"Thank you," Kurt said to the Uber driver as he and Rachel made their way out of the car. "Here we are." He looked over to Rachel. "Are you ready to get married?"
"I'm not backing out," Rachel adamantly stated, "my Broadway dreams are on the line here."
"In that case, let's go."
Kurt offered his hand to Rachel to help her climb up the stairs. Once they reached the top, Kurt let go of Rachel's hand to open the front door to the New York City's Clerk Office.
When Rachel walked inside, she immediately saw Quinn Fabray in her wedding dress. Rachel wasn't blind. She always thought Quinn was pretty. She resembled an actress from the golden age of Hollywood, but today, the blonde looked even more beautiful.
Wait.
Was Quinn smiling at her? It wasn't her typical smug smirk. It actually looked like a genuine smile, but why was Quinn smiling at her?
Should she smile back?
The brunette was so occupied in her thoughts that she ended up losing her balance and tripping.
"Aah!"
"Rachel!" Kurt called.
She closed her eyes to brace for the impact, but it never happened. Instead she felt a pair of soft, but toned arms holding onto her. Rachel opened her eyes and looked up. She saw Quinn's trademarked smirk. The smirk she was looking for moments ago.
"Hey," the blonde smirked.
A faint blush appeared on Rachel's cheeks. "Hi," she mumbled, "thank you for catching me."
"No problem," Quinn responded. She helped Rachel get back on her feet.
"Rach, are you okay?" Kurt asked in a worried tone.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Thank goodness, Quinn was there to catch you!" Blaine exclaimed.
Yes, thank goodness Quinn was there.
To be honest, Rachel was kind of surprised that Quinn caught her. She thought the young reporter would have let Rachel fall since they practically hated each other. Maybe Quinn deserved more credit than she was given?
"So, I guess you're not used to wearing heels since you almost fell on your face," the blonde snickered.
"What-" Rachel started but was silenced when Quinn place her index finger on her lips.
"Shhh!" Quinn asserted. "Let's just get through this ceremony." She removed her finger from Rachel's lips.
Rachel's jaw clenched. Just when she thought Quinn deserved more credit, the blonde had to say something so infuriating.
She didn't want to argue right now. It would look suspicious. She took a deep breath to calm down.
"Sure thing," the brunette forced a smile.
Before the ceremony, Rachel and Quinn had to sign the final paperwork to legalize their marriage. Once they finished signing the documents, they headed to the room where the ceremony would take place.
"Okay, before the officiator comes in, you two have to act that you both are deeply in love with each other," Kurt reminded the two women. "That means, you two have to smile lovingly at each other and you need to hold hands during the entire ceremony."
"The entire ceremony?" Quinn questioned. "I have to hold her sweaty hands for that long!"
"Excuse me, my hands aren't sweaty today," Rachel interjected. "So you don't have to worry about that!"
"Hooray," the blonde sarcastically replied.
"You two really need to stop arguing," Blaine cautioned, "we're in the city's clerk office!"
"Blaine's right. Do you two want to go to jail for marriage fraud?" Kurt chastised.
"No," Rachel and Quinn answered.
"Okay, so you two will behave today?" Kurt asked.
"Yes," the two women replied at the same time.
"Good."
"And since we're still on the topic about the ceremony," Blaine quickly added, "just a reminder that you two have to kiss at the end."
"What?!" Rachel and Quinn howled.
"Shhhh! Keep it down!" Kurt exclaimed. "It's obvious that you two have to kiss. What else happens at the end of wedding ceremonies?"
"And, it's not like you two are going to makeout in front of the officiator," Blaine pointed out. "A peck on the lips would suffice."
Rachel crossed her arms across beneath her breasts and an exasperated sigh escaped from her lips. "That's fine with me. After all, I am an actress."
"Aspiring actress," Quinn muttered under her breath.
"Did you say something, Quinn?" Blaine asked her.
"I just said that I'm okay with the kiss," she said with a fake smile.
"Okay, now, let's just wait for the officiator to come," Kurt said, relief pouring through him. "We're almost there."
"Do you, Quinn, take Rachel as your wife?"
"I do."
"Do you promise to love, cherish, care, honor, and be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?
"I do."
"Rachel, do you take Quinn as your wife?"
"I do."
"Do you promise to love, cherish, care, honor, and be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?
"I do."
"We will now exchange the rings. These rings will represent the vows and promises you two have just made."
Blaine handed Quinn one of the wedding bands.
"Quinn, repeat after me," the officiator began, "I, Quinn, take thee Rachel, to be my wife."
"I, Quinn, take thee Rachel, to be my wife."
"To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer. With this ring I thee wed."
"To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer. With this ring I thee wed," Quinn repeated as she slid the wedding band on Rachel's ring finger.
The officiator turned his attention to Rachel, and Blaine handed her the other wedding band.
"Rachel, repeat after me," the officiator paused before continuing, "I, Rachel, take thee Quinn, to be my wife."
"I, Rachel, take thee Quinn, to be my wife."
"To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer. With this ring I thee wed."
"To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer. With this ring I thee wed," Rachel repeated as she slid the ring onto Quinn's finger.
Quinn looked at Rachel and tried her best to smile sincerely in front of the officiator. Rachel stared back at the blonde and flashed a fake smile to her new wife.
The officiator looked at the two women with a warm smile. "By the power vested in me by the State of New York, I pronounce you married. You may kiss your wife."
Quinn took a deep breath before hesitantly leaning closer to the brunette. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips onto Rachel's.
Quinn has kissed guys before, but this kiss was different. For one, Rachel's lips were so much softer compared to the guys she has kissed. Second, the blonde felt a tiny spark, tingle to her bones when their lips touched. Maybe it was because Rachel was her first kiss with a woman, but whatever reasons to why this kiss was different, the kiss wasn't so terrible.
Being trained in musical theater, Rachel has kissed plenty of people during student-run productions. Those kisses didn't mean anything, and this kiss with Quinn shouldn't either. After all, it was just supposed to be a simple peck on the lips. If that was the case, then why were her lips still interlocked with Quinn's?
Okay, Rachel had to admit, she hasn't been kissed since her ex-boyfriend dumped her a couple of months ago. After the break-up, the brunette just wanted to focus all her time and energy to finish her senior year at NYADA. After months of not being kissed, kissing Quinn was kind of nice. The kiss was gentle and chaste. It was the perfect wedding kiss.
Author's Note: They are finally married! What was your favorite part of the chapter? Anybody want to try the Lopez Hangover Cure? More information has been revealed about Quinn's family. Anyone have theories on what happened?
The next chapter will be their reception. How are the newlyweds going to act around their friends? What's the first dance going to be like? All these questions will be answered in the next chapter! Please leave a review/comment and tell me what you think!
Brittanaswanky: I know Quinn is a angry drunk in Glee, but I wanted her to be a funny drunk too so I made a B99 reference. Thank you for reading and leaving a review!
Luca rossi: Thanks for leaving a review! This is another long chapter :)