Quinn gasped and put a small, feminine hand over her glossed mouth. Will, however, didn't respond at all. He just stared peacefully at Quinn.
"Quinn Fabray, will you marry me?" he repeated.
Quinn slowly nodded. "Yes, Will. Yes, I will marry you!"
He leaned close to the blond, and pressed his lips smoothly against hers. He wrapped his rough arms around her slightly round waist, making the kisses deeper and more passionate.
"I love you," he murmured, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from her eyes.
"I love you too, Will. It's just that…"
"Just what?"
"Forget it. Never mind," Quinn snapped. She marched to their bedroom and sitting herself on the bed. Closing her eyes tight, she allowed the tears to fall freely down her face, wrapping her face in the blanket.
"What's wrong, Quinn?" Will asked, standing in front of her.
"What's wrong? I feel like a Terri replacement, that's what's wrong!" Quinn shoved her blonde head back into the comforter, ignoring Will, who was rubbing soothing little circles on her back.
"Quinn, I can tell you right now. You are not a Terri replacement."
"I'm not, huh? Then how come you picked me? How come you didn't take Santana in, what with her crazy abusive family?"
"The reason is because I love you, Quinn. I love Quinn Fabray."
"Really? I'm blonde. Like Terri. I have hazel eyes. Like Terri. I'm the captain of the Cheerios. Like Terri."
"Quinn, trust me, you're not like Terri. Terri is an aggressive person; while you may have your bitchy moments, you're naturally a caring person on the inside. You're not a psychopath, like Terri. She was willing to pretend to be pregnant and adopt a child from a confused, pregnant teen girl and planned on me never finding out and thinking that little girl was mine. I love you much more than I did Terri."
Quinn finally lifted her head from the damp comforter. "Really?"
"Yes, Quinn. I'll take care of Summer for a while, you go and make plans for the wedding." Quinn nodded, beaming. She was so excited.
"I can't believe you're getting married to Schue, girlie!" a fellow popular girl said to Quinn as the girls marched through the halls.
"Well, we are," Quinn told her. She couldn't stop grinning.
"What are your budget cuts for the wedding?"
"None. Will told me that he has a ton of money." Quinn grinned as the two girls stopped at Quinn's locker and Quinn began to fiddle with the dial.
"What kind of dress do you want?"
"I want a beaded dress, for sure. I want it to be long and flowing, but easy to dance in. I want the top to be a halter-style top."
"That sounds awesome. Who are the bridesmaids going to be?"
"Santana, Brittany, Charlotte, Abby, and Eliza."
"I thought Santana was really mean to you when you were pregnant? Well, really, all of those girls were mean to you when you were with child. Except for Brittany, of course."
"Nobody else wanted the role." Quinn got out her books for Geography, and then waved goodbye to her friend, heading towards class.
"Quinn, would you prefer lilies or roses for your bouquet?" Brittany asked, standing in the doorway, accompanied by Santana. Shocker. Quinn was in her apartment, at Will's desk, doing some calculus. Quinn had made Brittany and Santana her official wedding planners, which is why they were asking her a whole bunch of questions about what she wanted at her wedding.
"What kind of roses?" Quinn asked, shoving her calculus homework aside. She could finish it later.
"White or red roses," Santana replied, lusciously chewing a piece of gum, throwing it around with her tongue. The thought made Quinn want to rush to her daughter's side and cover her eyes from the horrific site. Santana could even chew a piece of gum in a sex filled way. It looked like she was giving oral, with the way her tongue was throwing the gum.
"White," Quinn replied, absently playing with a loose strand from her ponytail.
"Quinn, you know Coach Sylvester's rule," Brittany gently chided. "Any loose strands from you're ponytail and you're off the squad."
"I'm sorry, Britt," she replied, taking the ponytail holder out of her hair. Her blonde hair gracefully tumbled out, and she continued to speak to Brittany while frantically finger combing her tangled blond hair. "It's just that with taking care of Summer and planning the wedding, I can't think straight."
"Don't worry." The dutch Cheerio focused her intense gaze on Quinn. "You'll get through it."
The blonde had finally said the right thing for once.