Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read the last chapter!

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Chapter 8: The Reception

New York City Clerk's Office

Rachel slowly pulled back from the kiss. She opened her eyes and saw Quinn Fabray's hazel eyes staring back at her.

Hazel.

Rachel has seen the color hazel before, but why were Quinn's eyes so beautiful? They were a stunning mixture of caramel brown and emerald.

Quinn cleared her throat.

Shit.

She bit her bottom lip and turned her head away out of embarrassment. How long was she staring at Quinn's eyes? She hoped no else noticed. She knew the blonde noticed. If Rachel didn't turn her head away, she would have seen Quinn's lips curve into a smirk. God, someone take the attention away from her. She wouldn't mind it this time.

"Congratulations on your union. I wish you two a marriage filled with happiness and love," the officiator said.

Thank God! Rachel thought to herself.

"Thank you," Quinn replied. The officiator smiled at the newly wedded couple and left the room.

"You two were great!" Kurt complimented the two women. "The officiator was really convinced!"

"I agree with Kurt," Blaine joined in. "The kiss was just amazing!"

"And I loved how you two were just staring at each other after kiss, especially you, Rach," Kurt nudged his best friend.

Rachel chuckled awkwardly, "yeah, I thought it would more realistic." Quinn snickered. Rachel turned her head and glared at the blonde. "Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing. I just thought of something funny," she smirked.

Ugh, there's that damn smirk again.

"Before we head to the reception, why don't we take pictures outside?" Blaine suggested.

"That's a wonderful idea!" Kurt turned to the newlyweds. "Let's go."

"So for this picture, you two are going to stand on the stairs while smiling and holding hands," Kurt instructed.

"All right," Rachel responded.

"Okay, you two get in position. Blaine, let's go down the stairs to get the best angle."

"Rachel," Quinn called.

Rachel turned her attention to Quinn. "Yes?"

"May I hold your hand?"

Rachel narrowed her eyes in confusion. "What?"

"I asked you if I could hold your hand. You're always accusing me of trying to take advantage of you, so I figured it'd be best if I asked you."

"Excuse me?!"

The blonde scoffed, "are you denying it? Because I remember when we were taking pictures with Kurt, you told me 'don't even think about copping a feel.' And when you spent the first night at my apartment, you said 'I don't want your hands near me.'"

"Did you just quote me verbatim?"

"I did. It's one of my many amazing skills as a reporter," Quinn bragged.

Rachel rolled her eyes, "wow, how modest of you."

"Okay, if you two can stop arguing, that would be great!" Kurt called out to them.

"Sorry!" Quinn apologized. "Rachel was giving me a hard time about holding her hand!"

"I was not!"

"We don't have all day! We have to be at the Violet Road soon!" Blaine reminded them.

"In that case," Quinn grinned and held out her hand to Rachel, "may I hold your hand?"

"Ugh, fine." Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand and interlaced their fingers.

"Perfect! Quinn, take a step down and turn your head to look at Rachel," Kurt instructed. Blaine took several pictures of the newlyweds. "Okay, that's good!"

"Finally," Rachel said as she released Quinn's hand.

"Can you go down the stairs without tripping or do you need me to help you down?" Quinn teased.

"Oh my God, I just tripped that one time!"

"I'm just making sure my lovely wife doesn't get injured," the blonde smugly said.

"Hey, newlyweds!" Kurt yelled. "Let's go! The reception is going to start soon!"

"We're heading down!" Quinn exclaimed. She turned her head to Rachel. "Ready?"

"Yes and I don't need your help," Rachel adamantly stated as she walked down the stairs by herself.

Quinn stared at the brunette. It was fun teasing Rachel. She found it amusing watching her react.

"Quinn! We have to go!" Blaine yelled.

"Okay! I'm heading down."

The Violet Road

"Hello everyone! First, I would like to thank you all for celebrating the union of Quinn and Rachel. Without further ado, I present you, Quinn and Rachel!" Kurt announced to the guests.

Once the doors opened to the private room, "This Will Be" by Natalie Cole played. Quinn and Rachel entered the room, holding hands and trying their best to smile sincerely.

Quinn looked around and spotted Santana. She curled the index fingers on both of her hands. She pointed her thumbs down and then she joined them to make a heart shape to the newlyweds. The blonde had to fight the urge flip off her best friend.

The music stopped playing and Quinn and Rachel walked over to their table and sat down.

"So do you know all these people here? Because I don't," the blonde whispered to Rachel.

"Kurt invited some of our former classmates at NYADA," Rachel replied.

"I bet when you were all invited, you were all surprised since Quinn and Rachel didn't publicize their relationship," Kurt spoke to the guests.

"Hell yeah we were!" Santana yelled. The guests laughed at Santana's answer.

"Quinn and Rachel's relationship was a whirlwind romance. I remember seeing sparks from the moment they met!" The crowd chuckled. "Their relationship is not perfect, but they are perfect for each other. They fight, they clash, but most importantly, they love. I have known Quinn since high school and I have known Rachel since our first year at NYADA. All I can say is that these two are the happiest when they are with each other." Kurt raised his glass of champagne. "To Quinn and Rachel!"

"To Quinn and Rachel!" The guests repeated.

Everyone at the reception took a sip of champagne and then set their glasses down.

"I have seen Quinn and Rachel's relationship blossom, and now you all can too. I have made a video that highlights their most memorable moments. I hope you all enjoy!" Kurt made his way to his laptop to play the video.

The video showed numerous pictures of Quinn and Rachel's "relationship," from their first Pride March to their many "picnic dates." To the wedding guests, Quinn and Rachel seemed like the perfect couple.

"We may not like each other, but we actually make a pretty good-looking couple," Quinn pointed out to Rachel.

The brunette furrowed her brows in confusion at first, but as she kept watching the video, she noticed what Quinn was talking about. Their physical features were different. For one thing, Quinn was a blonde and she was a brunette, but they kind of complemented each other, and their height difference was kind of cute.

"I may have to agree with you. We do make a good-looking couple."

"Everyone, please direct your attention to the dance floor as Quinn and Rachel have their first dance as Mrs. and Mrs. Fabray," Kurt announced to the guests.

Once Quinn and Rachel stepped onto the dance floor, Elvis Presley's "Can't Help Falling in Love With You," started playing. Rachel put her arms around Quinn's shoulders and Quinn placed her arms around Rachel's waist. The two started to slow dance.

As they continued to dance, Rachel couldn't help but stare at Quinn's eyes again. Under the lights at the Violet Road, the blonde's eyes looked more emerald. How was that possible?

"You're staring at me again," Quinn interrupted the brunette's train of thoughts.

"Well, who else am I going to look at while we're dancing?" Rachel countered.

"You know, you could just tell me that you like my eyes," Quinn smirked, "you were staring at them earlier."

"Fine! I like your eyes," Rachel exasperated. "Are you happy now?"

"Yes," the blonde grinned. "By the way, I didn't know you were taking my last name."

"Excuse me?"

"Kurt called us Mrs. and Mrs. Fabray, so I assumed you were going to take my name."

"Although it'll look more realistic if I did take your name, I am not going to do that. I'm going to hyphenate our names. I'll be Rachel Berry-Fabray," she adamantly stated.

"Berry-Fabray. Alphabetical?"

"Just a coincidence. I wanted my last name first," Rachel said in a slight harsh tone.

Quinn chuckled, "you know, you are full of surprises today."

"Like what?" Rachel asked curiously.

"Well, you actually look kind of beautiful when you make the effort."

Rachel eyes narrowed. "That was such a backhanded compliment."

"But it's still a compliment," the blonde argued.

"You are so-"

"Infuriating?"

"So now you're keeping track on the words I say?"

"I am a reporter, so I notice these things."

The song ended. Quinn and Rachel were going to head back to their table, but then the guests started to clink their glasses, signaling that they want the two women to kiss.

"Should we give them what they want, Mrs. Berry-Fabray?" Quinn smirked.

"Just be quiet and kiss me," Rachel ordered.

Quinn leaned down and softly kissed Rachel. When their lips touched, the guests cheered for the newly wedded couple. The blonde had to admit. Kissing Rachel wasn't the worst thing in the world.

"You two are doing such an amazing job today," Kurt complimented the two women. The four friends were standing by Quinn and Rachel's table while the rest of the wedding guests were dancing on the dance floor. "There was just the cake incident, but other than that, you two were wonderful!"

After Quinn and Rachel cut the cake, Quinn "accidentally" got frosting on the brunette's nose. Rachel then "accidentally" smeared frosting across Quinn's mouth.

"Kurt's right," Blaine agreed, "you two actually looked like a real couple!"

"So this is the Hobbit that won Q's heart," Santana interjected as she walked towards the four friends.

Rachel's eyes widen, "I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"Rachel, this is Santana. She's my best friend who loves to give people nicknames," Quinn introduced the two women. "I guess Hobbit is your nickname."

"Hobbit? I'm not even that short!"

"Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night," Santana countered. "Hey, Curly Top, how's it going?"

"Don't tell me she gave you a nickname too?" Kurt asked Blaine.

"I kind of like it," Blaine admitted.

"So Q and Curly Top, are you two still hungover?"

"Hungover?" Kurt questioned.

"Curly Top and Q got hammered last night at the karaoke bar," Santana explained.

"Oh, so all three of you went out," Kurt said in a slight upsetting tone.

"Are you upset that I went out last night?" Blaine asked.

"No, I just feel a little left out," Kurt admitted.

"Babe, it's nothing to get upset about. It was a last minute thing," Blaine comforted his boyfriend.

"Porcelain, don't feel too sad about it," Santana consoled.

"Porcelain?" Rachel whispered.

"Kurt's nickname in high school," Quinn responded to Rachel.

"It was a spur of the moment," Santana continued. "I went over to Q's apartment to interrogate her about her engagement."

"Interrogate?" Kurt repeated.

"Oh yeah, I know it's just a green card marriage," Santana said nonchalantly.

"What?!" Kurt and Rachel exclaimed at the same time.

"Calm down! I won't tell anyone." Santana assured them.

"I shouldn't even be surprised that you found out," Kurt admitted. "You have that psychic Mexican third eye that you won't shut up about."

"Huh?" Rachel wondered.

"I'll explain it to you later," Quinn replied. "It's a long story."

"Exactly! You guys should have told me from the beginning. You can't hide anything from my psychic Mexican third eye," Santana bragged.

"We know!" Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Q, you better watch your attitude," Santana warned, "I have dirt on you since high school."

"Oh please," the blonde scowled, "if anything, I have more dirt on you."

"Oh my God, this brings me back to high school. All that's missing is Brittany trying and failing to stop these two from arguing," Kurt remarked.

"Oh yeah, where is Brittany?" Blaine asked. "She couldn't make it last night. I wanted to meet her."

"She went to bathroom, but she should be back soon," Santana answered. She turned her head to check if her girlfriend came back from the restroom. She grinned when the doors opened and familiar blonde walked inside. "There she is! B! Over here!"

Brittany gave Santana a loving smile as she walked over to her girlfriend. She pecked Santana on the lips.

"Curly Top and Hobbit, this is my girlfriend, Brittany."

"Brittany, it's so nice to meet you! I heard a lot about you from Santana!" Blaine gushed.

"Nice to meet you too, Curly Top."

"Feel free to call me Blaine if you like."

"And please call me Rachel," the brunette stressed.

"Before I forget, Q," Brittany turned her attention towards Quinn. "Lord Tubbington sends his congratulations. He wished he could be here but he's under house arrest after I bailed him out."

"Oh, tell him thanks."

"Lord Tubbington is still alive?" Kurt asked in disbelief.

"Yes, he is still alive," Brittany answered. "He actually lost weight from all the Pilates he's been doing."

"Who is Lord Tubbington?"

"Brittany's cat," Quinn told Rachel.

"Wait, how can-"

"I'll tell you later," the blonde interrupted Rachel. "For now, just go with it," she whispered.

"So anyways, it was nice to finally meet you, Hobbit. My lady and I have some dancing to do," Santana said as she dragged Brittany to the dance floor. "Oh, and let's hang out again, Q and Curly Top. I guess you can bring Porcelain and Hobbit too."

"Yay! It'll be a triple date!" Brittany cheered.

"Well, Santana is still a bitch after all these years," Kurt commented.

"She is, but she has her moments," Quinn pointed out.

Quinn's Apartment

"Well, I am relieved that our wedding is over," Quinn said as she exited the elevator.

"I can't wait to lay down and sleep. I am so tired," Rachel whined.

They reached Quinn's apartment and the blonde took out her keys to unlock her door. Before they could enter the apartment, a voice interjected in the hallway.

"Oh! Did you two come from a wedding?" Quinn turned her head and found her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Johnson.

"Good evening, Mrs. Johnson. You're up late," Quinn greeted.

"Yes, my granddaughter is staying with me this week. She went out with her friends from college and I told her not to get home so late. I thought it was her walking in the hallway."

"I'm sure she'll be back soon. To answer your question, Mrs. Johnson, yes, we came back from our wedding," Quinn informed her neighbor. She didn't know how Mrs. Johnson would react. She didn't really know her. They just engaged in small talk from time to time.

"I didn't know you two were a couple! Well, you two are such beautiful brides! I wish you two the best!"

Quinn's eyes widen in surprise. "Oh, thank you!"

"You're surprised that I'm open-minded," Mrs. Johnson chuckled.

"Yes," Quinn admitted. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to judge you."

"It's okay," Mrs. Johnson assured. "I am seventy-three years old. My time is running out in this world. I am not going to spend my last years being judgemental and close-minded."

"Mrs. Johnson, you still have so many years ahead of you!"

"Quinn, you never know when it's your time to go. That's why you should live life with no regrets!"

"That is true," Quinn smiled. "And Rachel and I will remember that."

Mrs. Johnson looked at the brunette. "So your name is Rachel."

Rachel nodded her head. "It's nice to officially meet you, Mrs. Johnson."

"Nice to meet you too, Rachel!"

"It's late and we'll be heading inside now, Mrs. Johnson," Quinn said. "Good night!"

"Don't forget to carry your wife across the threshold, Quinn. It's good luck! My late husband carried me across the threshold and we were married for over 50 years."

"Oh, that's good to know." Quinn expected her to return to her apartment, but Mrs. Johnson just stood by her doorway. "Aren't you going back to your apartment, Mrs. Johnson?"

"Can I watch you carry Rachel across threshold before I go back inside?" Mrs. Johnson smiled.

The blonde laughed awkwardly, "of course!" It was kind of a weird request, but there was no way she could say no to this sweet old lady. She turned to Rachel. "Are you ready?" Rachel nodded her head.

A faint blush appeared on Rachel's cheeks when Quinn picked her up. Rachel instinctively wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck. It felt nice being carried like this.

"Can you push the door open with your hand?" the blonde asked.

"Sure." Rachel pushed the door open and Quinn walked inside the apartment.

While carrying Rachel, Quinn turned around and saw a beaming Mrs. Johnson. "Good night, Mrs. Johnson!"

"Good night!" Mrs. Johnson entered her apartment and closed her door.

"That was kind of weird," Quinn said as she put Rachel down. She closed the door.

"She's a lovely woman though."

"That's true. She's one of the friendliest neighbors in this apartment complex." Quinn took off her heels. "Anyways, I am going to get ready for bed. What about you?"

"Yeah, but you can go first."

Quinn raised her brow, "really? You're not going to complain about why you should get ready for bed first?"

Rachel rolled her yes, "I don't always complain."

The blonde chuckled, "whatever you say."

Rachel closed the bathroom door. She made her way to the bed and saw that Quinn was already asleep. She turned off the lights and slipped inside the covers.

She dreaded this day ever since Quinn agreed to marry her. After all, Rachel didn't want to marry someone she wasn't in love with. Even though she wasn't in love with the blonde, it wasn't so bad being married to her. She could do a lot worse than Quinn Fabray.

Author's Note: They got through the reception without killing each other! That's progress! What was your favorite part of the reception? Were you surprised that they were able to be civil with each other?

Now comes the difficult part, preparing for the interview! Please leave a review/comment and let me know what you think! See you all next time!

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