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Santana was going to be here in a few minutes to help Quinn get ready. Quinn sat in front of the mirror. She just stared at her reflection for a few minutes, analyzing it. Her reflection told her so much: she appeared to be happy, and successful, it also told that she had aged about ten years since she graduated from high school.
Time really did fly, it seemed like was something that had happen a few days ago, that she and Rachel were graduating from William McKinley High school. After graduation Quinn and Rachel moved to New York city; Quinn was going to the French Culinary Institute, and Rachel had gotten into Julliard, just as she had planned. They had both followed their dreams to the big city, together. Quinn smiled to herself as she traveled through her flashback.
Quinn was snapped out of her trance when there was a knock on the door, "Come in!" Quinn yelled.
"Hey, so how are you feeling?" Santana asked as she walked through the door.
"Nervous. I know it's a cliché but I am." Quinn said as she turned back to the mirror.
"Anyone who isn't nervous on the wedding day isn't in it for the long haul. You are going to be fine Quinn." Quinn smiled; Santana had become a much more gentler person since she graduated high school, Quinn was guessing it was because she and Brittany had moved in together when they moved to the city.
"Thanks Santana."
"No problem. So where is your bride to be at?"
"With your fiancé at some secret location, but you already know that." Quinn smirked as she said this.
"Of course I know that, I just wanted to know where she was specifically because-"
"You haven't gotten any because Brittany is with Rachel at the secret location."
"Unfortunately." Santana groaned as she plopped onto the coach.
"I'm sure you can survive until Rach and I leave for our honeymoon in Italy."
"Whatever. Besides your not going to have a whole lot of privacy the moment you walk out this door to go to your wedding, till the end of your honeymoon Quinn. Let's face it you and Berry are a high profile famous couple. I think it was E who said that there is only one lesbian couple that you guys and that's Ellen and Portia."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Shit."
"I know, it's just so difficult being the most popular chef in the world, and your wife-to-be is the biggest thing that Broadway has ever seen." said an extremely satirical Santana.
"It's not like you and Britt are no bodies. You, Santana Lopéz, are the most famous lawyer in the United States because you lead the team of lawyers who won the case in the supreme court, which lead to gay marriage being made legal every where in this country. As for Brittany, she the most sought out choreographer in the world."
Santana nodded, "I know, me and Britts are famous, but you and Rachel are like mega-huge celesbians. That is why the paparazzi are trying to crash your wedding, and why they aren't going to crash mine."
Quinn knew she was right, but she hated to admit it. "We have become the cliché lesbian power couples, did you realize that."
"Yup, and I knew it was going to happened the day the four of us moved to New York."
"Wait, don't tell me you're psychic." Quinn giggled.
"No, I'm just omniscient." Santana laughed, then proceeded to chuck a pillow at Quinn's face.
Quinn dodged it with ease, "Don't you dare start that! I have to get ready!" Quinn was laughed as she yelled this,
"Alright, alright. Clam down. Let's get you ready."
"Fine. Lets do my hair first."
As Santana did her hair she flashed back to her trip to Cleveland with Rachel a year ago. Rachel was traveling around the country with the musical Wicked, so she hadn't seen her girlfriend in quite awhile. She decided she needed some r&r, so she would take the week off from five start restaurants and spend the week in Cleveland meeting up with her friends, family, and spend some quality time with Rachel. At the gate she met Sam and his boyfriend Charlie. "Hey you, long time no see."
"Nice to see you Quinn." Sam said as he gave her a hug.
"And Charlie, how are things with the swim team?" She asked as she gave him a hug.
"Excellent. Hey do you think you could come with me to the pool and give my swimmer's some ideas for meals, snacks, and stuff?"
"I think I can make time." Quinn grinned as she said this.
"Quinn deflate your ego a bit, this isn't New York, no paparazzi, your not running one of your numerous restaurants. You here for some r&r."
"Okay. Come on let's get me to my hotel."
When Quinn opened the door her hotel, to find that it was not the room she had reserved, but rather it was the presidential suite. What was even proposing was the note on her bed. It read: Meet me backstage after the performance, I have a surprise for you. Love Rachel
Ever since their first date, Rachel and her would take turns surprising each other, which was nice always learning something new about the person you are head over heels in love with.
With no fashion police lurking around every corner, Quinn pulled out her simple, yet stylish, black dress from her suitcase.
After the performance, she met Rachel backstage. The greeted each other with a romantic kiss.
"I missed you, love." Rachel whispered into Quinn's ear.
"I missed you too Rach." Quinn whispered, and then proceed to kiss Rachel again.
"As much as I love this, we have to leave so we can make our reservation."
"And where is that?"
"At Lola." Rachel smiled as she said this, knowing the joy and excitement that it would bring Quinn.
"Michael Symon's Lola," Rachel nodded, "Oh my god! Thank you!" She screamed as she gave Rachel a hug.
It was night that at Lola that Rachel proposed to Quinn.
"Earth to Quinn. Hello. HEY SNAP OUT OF IT!" Santana yelled trying to get Quinn's attention.
"Oh. Sorry, I zoned out."
"Clearly" Santana laughed. "Come on, let's get you to your wedding."
Quinn and Santana arrived at their super secret location, also known as Lima, Ohio. Both Rachel and Quinn felt that it would be remote enough so to the paparazzi doesn't interfere, it would have sentimental value to them both, and majority of their friends and family were from Lima, so it worked out.
"Alright so I have to go change into my dress, and as your maid of honor I must thank you for choosing such amazing dress cause, but I make no promise when it is my wedding." Santana laughed.
Quinn stood in front of the full length mirror. She looked at her dress, which had been designed and made by the famous Kurt Hummel. The dress had intricate beading along the bottom of the dress, and along the torso of the dress. Quinn twirled her dress around, when she heard a knock. "Come in."
"Hi Quinnie" Judy walked in and gave her daughter a hug. "How do you feel?"
"Nervous. So nervous that I have knots in my stomach."
"That's good."
"So I've been told. Um, can I ask you something?"
"Sure." Judy raised an eyebrow as she said this.
"Did you feel nervous on your wedding day?"
"No. I think it was because neither one of us loved each other, but you and Rachel are in love and have been in love, so you have nothing to worry about. Okay?"
"Okay." Quinn smiled as she walked to the door, she was ready.
Quinn had a few minutes to spend with Rachel before the ceremony would start. The met outside the church door; when they saw each other tears of joy began to flow down both of their cheeks. The pair stared at each other for a few moments, "You look… beautiful Rach, absolutely beautiful." Quinn said as she gave Rachel a hug.
"As do you Quinn. You look radiant in that dress." Quinn giggled, "Well leave it to Kurt to make us dresses that are utterly marvelous. Rachel nodded in agreement, Kurt had designed their dresses perfectly. The two of them talked about their days: Quinn talked about her flashbacks, and Rachel told about how Brittany and her sang Cyndi Lauper's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun all day.
Soon the ceremony would start, so Quinn and Rachel headed inside, holding hands. Their was a small crowd of people inside. There was Michael, Ryan, Judy, Brittany, Santana, Finn, and Sam; Brittany and Santana were the maids of honor, and Finn and Sam were the best men. The music started and the procession started: Finn and Sam lead the procession, followed by Santana and Brittany. Once Santana and Brittany had arrived at the altar, the music change to Here Comes the Bride. Rachel walked down the aisle with both of her father. For Rachel it seemed like an eternity for them to reach the altar, but in Reality it was only forty-five seconds.
It was now Quinn's turn; she and her mother walked down the aisle. As the walked down the aisle Quinn didn't see: her friends from culinary school, Mr. Schuster, Coach Sylvester, the glee club, or even her best man and made of honor. All she saw was Rachel, who some how looked more beautiful than she did five minutes ago.
As her mother gave her away, only one thought entered her head, If it wasn't for Coach Sylvester, this wouldn't have happened.
The End