DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS! THAT'S ALL FOR RYAN MURPHY!
A/N: And here is the epilogue Part three will be posted soon! After that it is the end. But check out my new fic 'The First Time'! Please REVIEW!
18. The Wedding (Part 2 of 3)
"Where are the gourmet truffles? Where the hell are they?" Kurt's shrill voice echoes loudly in the church, startling the Rabi and Priest (they wanted both considering their religion differences, plus it would please both sides of the family), as well as the organizers who had set up the church to look as lovely as possible for this beautiful and ceremonious day.
It was Finn and Rachel's wedding day.
"Kurt," Finn places a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Do not kill the coordinator. I'm sorry," He apologizes to the woman who looked like she was about to burst into tears by another one of Kurt's frantic outbursts.
She nods weakly and turns around to do some other task before Kurt can criticize her work.
"Finn, you are getting on my nerves. There will not be a wedding if every guest that is in this church does not leave with gourmet truffles and exactly one fresh rose."
Finn can't help but burst out into laughter at Kurt's absurdness.
"I'm marrying Rachel Berry even if no one shows up, a fire breaks out on the lot, her dress is ruined, the rings are lost, or if we're legally married by an Elvis impersonator," Finn lists off all the crazy things that could, and possibly might with their luck, happen.
A sour expression coats Kurt's pearly white face, "You paid for those truffles. Those truffles that, might I remind you, cost a good four hundred dollars."
Finn's jaw drops, "Why would we get truffles that-."
"They are as rich as Nutella and greatly age wine!" He cuts him off, "Which is why we need them here."
The taller boy just shakes his head and straightens out his posture.
"Kurt, it's fine. Stop being such a bridezilla. Speaking of the bride, how is she? I haven't seen her forever," Finn whines a bit.
"Wow, a whole week has been torture, hasn't it?" Kurt smirks. "She's fine. Right now she's with Santana, Brittany, Mercedes, and Tina at the salon getting her manicure, pedicure, hair and makeup finished."
"Salon? As in the only salon that is known by any of us in Ohio?" Finn perks up, deciding that he just might have to make a little stop at that salon.
"Don't you even dare, Finn Hudson. You are not allowed to see her until she walks down this aisle," Kurt sternly instructs. "You have four hours until the actual time. Why don't you go pick up your suit and maybe get a haircut?"
"Yeah, I have an appointment in thirty minutes. I just stopped by to make sure you weren't flipping out, and obviously you were. You need to promise me that there won't be blood splattered on the walls of this church by the time I get back in three hours. Promise me," Finn points down at him.
Kurt slaps his hand away and grumbles, "I promise."
"Well, just because I don't trust you, I'm going to make sure you have a baby sitter."
"Who is my baby sitter?"
"Puck."
"No!" Kurt exclaims. "No, no, no! I will not work with that Neanderthal."
"You aren't working with anyone. In fact, you don't even need to be here, but you insist. Plus, Puck won't cause any harm. He'll just sit back and drink some champagne. In fact, he'll probably bring a case of beer to preoccupy his time," Finn laughs loudly at that last statement, for it's most likely true.
However, Kurt is nothing but displeased.
"If you insist," He tightly says. "But I'm only allowing this because it is your wedding day."
"Awesome. I'll go call him right now."
-glee-
The morning of her wedding had gone perfectly. She had woken up in her childhood bedroom, one of her favorite places to be whenever she's in Lima, and started to squeal with joy; she's getting married to Finn Hudson! She's going to be Rachel Barbra Hudson, Mrs. Hudson, Mrs. Finn Hudson, wife of Finn Hudson.
She took her time in the shower, making sure he waxing that was done yesterday turned out alright and she didn't have some weird reaction to it. Everything looked good. She looked good. She had realized just then how much she missed Finn, not only emotionally, but physically as well.
When the shower was done and she was dressed in a light cotton dress that would be easy to take off without ruining her hair so she could put her dress on, Kurt and her other friends were all piled into her bedroom. They left and went out to have breakfast at the Lima Bean. Carole had accompanied them as well, along with her and Burt's adopted Vietnamese girl who is now three years old.
She had been adopted into the Hudmel family when she was just a baby, named Penelope Anne. Burt and Carole raised her well so far, and Finn, Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine all loved their new sister.
After eating a light yogurt with a bowl of fruit, it was time for her to open her Bridal Party gifts. Carole was in charge of 'Something Old', so she handed Rachel the first gift to open.
"Oh, thank you," Rachel smiled and opened up the bag, reaching into grab the box. She lifted the lid and her jaw dropped when she saw what it was.
A beautiful pearl hair pin was inside. It would sit perfectly on the up do she had chosen for her hairstyle. She inspected it closely and noticed the beautiful detailing.
"Christopher got me that for our wedding. He always loved giving me pearls," She lets out a light laugh. Tears had formed into Rachel's eyes.
"It's so, so beautiful, Carole. Thank you so much," She reached over to hug her mother (so they bonded so well, it always felt that way at least) tightly.
"Oh, it's no problem," Carole breathed out, rubbing Rachel's back soothingly. "I'm just so happy that this day is finally here."
"Me too."
Rachel had pulled away and wiped at the few tears that had escaped before settling back in her chair.
"Alright, Mercedes and I now present to you 'something new'," Tina explains, handing her a package.
Rachel had a feeling that there might be something embarrassing in this box by the laughter that came from her girlfriends. The only one who didn't know was Carole, who smiled and watched anxiously to see what it might be.
Rachel tore at the paper, and as soon as she noticed what it was, she dropped it into her purse, blushing wildly.
"What was it, Rachel?" Santana giggles.
"Um… How about we talk about it later?" She offers.
"No, tell us Rachel," Carole smiles. "It's fine. I know what sex is, and I know that you and Finn have it."
The others start to laugh and even Carole laughs with them. Rachel giggles nervously and blushes furiously.
"Okay, okay. Mercedes and Tina got me a vibrator," She admits, covering her face with her hands.
Penelope looks around confusedly, having no idea what Rachel had said but hearing the loud laughter coming from her Mommy.
"Let's move on!" Rachel urges.
Santana had given her 'Something Borrowed', which was a pair of her Puerto Rican made shoes that had bright colorful flowers on the high heels. Rachel loved those heels to death, down to the peep toed tips, but so did Santana and all of her other friends so she barely got the chance to wear them. She was honored that she would be able to wear them for her wedding.
Lastly, Brittany gave her 'Something Blue', and it ended up being a sexy lingerie set from their boutique, which practically specializes in sexy clothing. Basically, it was a bra and panties set, the panties completely peep hole and hosiery set to snap on to her light blue knee high socks, which were a novelty gift.
Rachel couldn't help but laugh at that. Finn would definitely enjoy that. And the vibrator.
Currently she was sitting on a comfortable chair as she got her pedicure and manicure finished, talking with Penelope.
"This feels like my feet are mush!" She exclaims, making Rachel giggle.
"But it feels good, Right?"
"Yeah," She nods, making a strange face as the idea of the soothing feeling dawned upon her. Her little naturally tanned feet sported her mini toenails that were painted with a soft pink that would match the bridesmaid's dresses.
After the drying process, Rachel's hair and makeup got done. She chose simplicity for this whole wedding, which was something she wanted. Unlike her almost last wedding which had been way too obnoxious. The only flashes of cameras tonight will be from loving guests and the photographer they hired for wedding party photos. Her hair was put up into a loose up do, one that made almost a pouf with her natural waves. It wasn't perfectly smoothed; it was just natural and simple. She looked stunning and she hadn't even put her dress on.
"Rachel is pretty!" Penelope had exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Rachel's leg.
"Thank you," Rachel beamed at her soon to be official little sister.
On her eyes she had a thin line of eyeliner and beautifully full and long lashes. A dust of highlighting cream onto the eye lids made her face even brighter. Her cheeks were light rouge and her lips had a soft nude cream that served more as a moistener than as a lipstick.
"Well, are you ready to go, chica?" Santana asked, placing her hands on Rachel's bare shoulders and giving her a slight massage.
Of all the friendships that had developed, she and Santana was probably the most insane.
A deep breath and long exhale, "Yes. I am most definitely ready."
-glee-
While the girls were getting pampered, Kurt was under a huge amount of stress. Even though he'd never step foot in any other salon besides the one his company sponsors, he found himself envying them for being able to calm down their nerves.
Noah had showed up a good hour and a half ago and was making his life a living hell. From hitting on every girl that walked by, to eating the truffles that had (Thank the Lord) finally arrived, to putting his one and only beer in the holy water. It was a disaster.
The place looked beautiful; nude pink tapestries, freshly cut roses, little gift bags, etc. It was perfect, thanks to Kurt. But this obnoxious, disgusting vermin Noah Puckerman was out of place. He was one of Finn's groomsmen, already wearing his dress suit and it had at least four wrinkles in the fabric.
Kurt had chewed him out about it for a good ten minutes before he got one of the organizers to fix it with an iron. Then, a shirtless Puck, insisted that the photographer take some photos of him. On Rachel and Finn's wedding day!
Currently, Kurt had no clue where he was. He was hoping that he had gone to get the pink rose petals like Kurt had asked him to.
Walking through the corridors, Kurt sighs in relief when he sees the familiar pink tie on a door knob to a room. Puck must be in a storage room, getting the flowers. Calming down that he had finally gotten him to do something productive, he walked right over to the door and opened it up, screaming when he realized that it was some girl and him making out.
"Are you two insane! This is a church! What do you not understand about that?" Kurt shrieks, grabbing Puck by the arm and pulling him out of the room. The girl has a permanent smirk on her face.
"I'm Jewish, so it's alright," Puck shrugs.
"What the hell is going on here?" Finn's voice interrupts.
He had just gotten back from his appointment and had his suit in a dress bag over his shoulder. He definitely did not want to come back to the church he was going to get married in in an hour with his best friend naked, a girl in the storage room, and Kurt screaming at the top of his lungs.
Both Puck and Kurt started yelling at the same time, both describing how ridiculous the other was being.
"Noah why are you shirtless!" Another voice added to the mix.
Finn was completely side tracked by that, quickly whipping around to see Rachel.
"Finn!" She shrieks. "Do not look over here!"
He couldn't help himself. Unfortunately he only saw her feet, for Santana and Brittany had quickly jumped in front of her to hide her from the groom.
"Come on Rach, nothing bad is going to happen," Finn whines.
"You can wait," She sternly says. "More importantly, why is there a fight going on right now and again, Noah why aren't you wearing every article of clothing you should be right now!"
All at the same time, Kurt says, "Because he's an idiot."
"Because I'm a stud," Puck answered.
"I miss you," Finn added softly.
Rachel smiled gently, "It's almost time, Finny. But I have to go get ready. Please, just make sure you wear a shirt, and please don't fight anymore. I don't want to stress and I want everyone to be happy."
Santana and Brittany escort Rachel to a back room for her to get her dress on.
"I will kill Puckerman if he doesn't have a shirt on," She seethes, sitting down before she could lose it all.
Just then, Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, Tina, Carole, Burt, Penelope, Hiram and Leroy came bursting in through the door, ready to get things moving along. Burt, Blaine, and Leroy stepped out to let Rachel change while all the others stuck around to help her.
Her dress was stunning. It was effortlessly beautiful, for lack of better explanation. The strapless bodice was adorned by ornate lace detail, a fit and flare fitting featured her body the best way possible, in the back the feminine lace up added allure, and the Chapel trail was absolutely extravagant.
Most importantly, it was the dress. The one that when she put it on, her eyes got all watery and an overwhelming feeling of 'this is it' overcame her entire thoughts. She'd put it on at least three times for fittings and now this is it. Every time it grew more and more special, and now this was it. She was finally getting married and she was happier than anything in the world.
She didn't need champagne to force her to do this. She didn't feel an anxiety attack coming upon her. She just felt love, love, love and readiness and passion. Everything that you should feel on your wedding day. She couldn't wait. She had twenty minutes until her dads' walked her down the aisle. She put on all her gifts; her lingerie set and blue knee highs, her favorite pair of heels that gave the perfect spice to everything, and the delicate, charming and old pearl hair pin.
"I'm so proud of you," Leroy said. "Princess, this is the right thing."
"Thank you. I know. I love you guys' so much," She gave each of them a hug and pulled away with a bright smile.
"Are you ready to do this?"
-glee-
"Oh, Finn," Carole blubbered. "You look so handsome. I can't believe this is finally happening! Well, we all knew it would eventually."
"Mom, please calm down. We haven't even walked down the aisle or said our vows and you're this emotional?" Finn chuckled, leaning down to give her a kiss on the forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby," She sniffed, wiping at her face.
"Finn," Penelope shouted, startling the lineup of the bridal party so they could walk in the correct order. She jumped out of her flower girl spot.
"Hey, Penelope," He grinned at his adorable little sister. "Might I say you are the prettiest princess I have ever seen?"
She giggles and blushes, "What about Rachel?"
"She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," He explains. "You are a cute little munchkin. You promise me to be good when you walk down that aisle?"
"I pinky promise," She held out her miniature finger. Finn awkwardly, but successfully, wound his own pinky with hers. "Love you."
"Love you too!" He kisses her, watching her step back in her designated spot.
The music cues and Finn straightens up, fixing his nude pink tie and brushing off a small piece of lint that was on his arm.
"This is it," Carole breathes out.
"I know. I'm excited. I just want us to be married already," He admits.
The pairings leave and separate as soon as they get to the altar. Finn and his mom walk down and he hugs her before he goes and stands in his designated spot.
That traditional 'here comes the bride' starts playing and everyone looks anxiously at the doors. Finn gasps when he sees his bride. With a dad on each side of her, she walks down in a crisp white dress that makes her body look amazing. He focuses on her face though; she's so beautiful. Damn, she is so beautiful and it makes him wonder how girls like Quinn could ever think they could have a finger on her.
She finally makes it to the altar and Finn can barely control himself from leaning down and kissing her right now. He has to be patient. He mouths 'I love you', and she smiles brightly, mouthing the same words back.
-glee-
"I love you in every way possible," She admits, holding his hands as they exchange vows. "You'll always be there for me; you're my best friend and I wouldn't want this moment any other way. I'm just really glad you had enough faith in me to fight for me. If it weren't for your courage and integrity, we wouldn't be standing here today."
She tears up, watching Finn smile his slight, half grin, his eyes wide and showing nothing but love to her.
"Okay, Mr. Hudson, you may now recite your vow to Rachel Berry."
He takes a deep breath and lets out a shaky laugh, "Well, I'm not the best with words and that was great, really Rachel. I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me."
He takes another deep breath before going on, "When we were sixteen years old and I first heard you sing… That was the moment I knew that I loved you. Of course I was ashamed to show it, for reasons I still have no clue why because you truly are the most amazing, wonderful person in the whole wide world. But I knew that I loved you when the lyrics to 'Don't Stop Believin'' tumbled out of you. You're everything I'd ever want in anyone. We tried dating other people, thinking that we were just some silly high school sweetheart couple that wouldn't make it.
"Boy we were so wrong. I regret all those years we missed out together, but we're making up for it. I want nothing but you for the rest of my life, okay? I don't need anything else but you and I don't ask of anything from you except for you to feel the same way back," He pours out.
She nods her head, tears dropping down her face slowly.
"And you do, so I'm the luckiest guy in the world. Anyways, I just really love you and I'm ready to get married, so get those rings right now so we can make it official."
She lets out a giggle along with the laughter from the pews and wipes at her face.
"Finn Hudson, do you take Rachel Berry to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The rabbi asks him.
"I do," He grins, watching as Rachel slips his simple gold band on his left ring finger.
"And do you, Rachel Berry, take Finn Hudson to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asks.
"I do," She croons, watching as Finn slips the beautiful wedding ring on her finger.
It was just a silver band that matched the engagement ring. But it meant the world to her. He could've just given her some old piece of metal; she still would have loved it. Engraved on the inside of this is 'Finn and Rachel, Faithfully' and a mini heart cut out that showed some skin. It was simple and beautiful.
"We now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss-."
Before they can finish, Finn wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her in closely. Rachel's hand goes up to caress his freshly shaven face, meeting him halfway and puckering her lips, sharing an intimate, joyous, scorching kiss that lasted for a good fifteen seconds. The guests cheered as Finn leaned down to kiss her one more time. She giggled and arched her back as he leaned her so he could get better access.
"I love you," They said at the same time, eliciting giggles from one another.
They walked out, rice thrown at them. Finn's Kia Sorento decked out to the nines with fancy scrawl 'Just Married' on the back and designer shoes dragging off the back. He helps Rachel into the car and hops in the driver's side, both waving to the guests.
"You're extremely beautiful. You know I love seeing you in a white wedding dress."
"Oh really?" She chuckles gently. "I'll have to keep that in mind. You look pretty handsome yourself."
"Thanks. You ready to get to the reception, eat food and cake, then get the hell out of their so we can have marital sex?" He raises his eyebrows at her.
"Yes."
Driving off, hand in hand, a married couple.