To be completely honest, I didn't really understand why Finn and Rachel were getting married – did anyone? Sure he and berry were like 'made for each other 'or whatever (their words not mine). But everyone had kinda expected some marvellous ceremony in New York or something, on a cruise ship, in space. .. You know? Somewhere as big and flamboyant as Rachel berry's fashion sense - only not as disastrous. I mean I was no Kurt at fashion but come on. (Seriously Berry, you wore a pant suit to school!) Rachel by her very definition was crazy.

Actually to be utterly honest, as I was waiting in that depressing pit of dust and death, I admit I had fantasised about it. Standing tall and handsome at the altar, Looking down the aisle and seeing Quinn all beautiful like smiling up at me, walking with all the grace in the world, and looking like a fallen angel. She'd take my hand and I'd pull her up to meet me and my eyes would shine with the light she took with her when she last left me. We'd both be radiating happiness and she'd lean in and we'd kiss and-

Okay Puckerman. Stop. Quinn moved on, a long time ago. Thinking about a future together was impossible, it was just stupid (heart-breaking). Quinn picked everyone else over you. Heck even Finn.

I glowered pushing the thoughts from my mind, walking faster. My mind had caused me to lag behind Finn, he reached the room minutes before me and I was alerted to his arrival as a series of screams hit my ears.

'' GO AWAY FINN, YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE HER YET!'' said someone (most likely Kurt) Then a voice I instantly recognised as Santana's chipped in.

'' Hey'' she drawled '' is this wedding like off or something?''

Brittney then shocked half the room by choosing that moment to scream Finns name run over to him and slap him hard on the shoulder. A confused but relieved Brittney then mumbled very fast,

'' I thought this was your funeral, cus everyone looked kinda happy and Rachel was acting weird and you'd like disappeared and I was making sure you weren't a ghost so I slapped you!''.

She said the last part as if it were a huge favour and Finn should thank her. I chocked back a laugh very bemused watching the ordeal from the doorway.

Finn replied to her outburst with a confused thank you and a hug. Brittney smiled at this and meandered her way back to her girlfriend as Finn spoke again trying to ignore the daggers Kurt was sending him.

'' it's cool guys! I already saw her!''

That of course did not calm Kurt down. '' FINN! This is your wedding. You. Cannot. Just. have. already .seen. the. Bride. ''

I then entered the pandemonium. (By pandemonium I mean Kurt and Rachel.) The girls – minus Rachel were all sitting on the crummy looking couches dressed magnificently.

''Looking good Satan'' I whispered cockily, straitening my tie and jacket cheekily.

''You wish, puckerman''. she said rolling her eyes , then smiling.I think even Santana at least suspected I only had eyes for Quinn.

…...

Rachel was pacing the small area like a madman frantically texting Quinn.

''Woah! Give her a break berry! She'll be here your and texts aren't going to help that.''

Rachel replied with only a glare and more furious key punching, 'Where are you?!'I read over her shoulder, at least she had lain of the capital letters this time.

'' Calm down, berry, I know it's your wedding and all but Q doesn't own a time machine, she said she'll be here right? Then she will be here. I mean –'' I continued after pausing a second

'' It's not as if she has enough time to reply '32 Jackson street 10 minutes from church, thanx xox-Q.' I laughed (I hope no one else noticed how nervous it sounded I certainly did.) I patted her shoulder awkwardly '' She'll be here, She's Quinn''. It was more to convince myself now then her. She will be here. She has to be.

I had barely hidden my growing panic in my nervous laugh. Shoot! Finn just looked at me with slightly concerned eyes. He mouthed to me '' you okay?'' I give the tiniest shake – nod and evacuate into the dark peacefulness of the corridor breathing in deeply.

Calm down puckerman .Frick. Look were fantasying got you! Now you want her back. You cannot have her – she is just a girl. No, she is not just a girl. She is MY girl. MY Quinn. MY baby mama. Mine.

And I (no) … (don't even think it!) … l- (It would never work out between you!) l- loved her!

I did. I really did. So why was this wedding really so important to you puck? That's right. That's what it was always about, it never really stopped. Not today. Not ever.

My hand snaked into my tux's pocket and pulled out a little pink bit of cloth. It was only about the size of my hand, but it meant the world to me. I examined it closely as if it were a part of me. The edges were frayed and the blanket was a bit tattered and torn, but that didn't matter not to me. Some part of me just wanted to curl up and cry every day, especially today. After regionals exactly 3 years ago, my daughter Beth was born… and not even 3 hours later she was taken from me forever. I would love her until the day I died, heck in the afterlife. Forever. My fist curled around Beth's blanket and I tried with all my might not to cry. My baby! My baby… I had wanted to keep her from the moment I found out about her, I still stand by what I said; we would've made a great family. Now this blanket and Quinn (who sometimes was so broken she wasn't even Quinn anymore)were the only connections I had of Beth.

I was pretty sure if I tried I could still smell Beth's icing sugar baby smell, whenever I was sad, or mad I just grabbed Beth's blanket, and didn't let it go, I always thought '' Beth wouldn't want this of me, make her proud to call her your dad…

I was sure Quinn had something of Beth's too, sometimes I would see her slip her hand into her pocket and grasp at it, as if it was the only thing keeping her here , sometimes I worried that was true. I saw her crying once, clutching at Beth's hospital wrist band running it through her fingers again and again, slumped against the bleachers hidden from sight. It said on it in hospital writing -Beth 'Drizzle' Puckerman-Fabray. – She was the perfect result of a mistake. Who left us in our lives in after she left. Nobody knew about my blanket or Quinn's Band. They were our secrets our only connection to Beth, and they would stay that way.

No matter what they said. I did love them, both of them. I gently slipped Beth's blanket back into my tux pocket, safe from view and harm. But the unwelcome feeling of doubt was still rising in my chest- tightening frighteningly with every passing minute. my mind flash-backed to that day in the hospital.

''do you love me?''

''yes especially now''

( forever, forever and always...)

She'll be fine – I calmed myself. She'll arrive in time, chewing her lip running in, saving the day just like she always does. With that sad look in her eyes she'll look at me,remembering Beth and I'll tell her, finally tell her how I feel. (like i should have told her last year. and before that. before Beth.)

I stood up shakily and took a deep breath, running my hands through my hair and walked back towards the waiting room.

I had made my way from the corridor just in time to hear the first cry of disbelief utter from Rachel Berry's lips as she held her phone to her ear ''Quinn…?''

Thank you so much to the people who reviewed :D really ,REALLY I mean THANK YOU!

So I have decided to make Finn and puck friends! Yay! But sometimes I'll make him super annoying so that you'll want to punch him, but not all the time ;D OH Puck's Blanket and Quinn's band are like their like.. .hurm how do I put this 'therapy?' Its like their only connection to beth and they both really love Beth and stuff. OKAY I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY :D- hope you understood that. OH right – Beth was born after regionals and their weddings after regionals so they are a bit sad – hence the blanket moment in the corridor.

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