"How did you and Rachel meet?" the interviewer asks.

You've met him in a coffee shop in the Village. His hair is tousled, but in a way you know takes hours. His eyebrows are manicured (and creeping you out) and the top two buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned. He's trying to make you comfortable by looking casual and making you think that he's not hiding a tie in his pocket that he's not going to put back on the second you leave.

"In high school," you state evenly, trying to make this formal and informational. You don't want anything you say to be able to be twisted. "More specifically glee club."

"Was it love at first sight?" he asks, attempting a smile. He seems bored.

Despite his obvious lack of interest you do find yourself smiling, remembering when you practiced this question with Rachel, "I didn't realize it at the time, but yeah it was. For me anyway."

"So what happened? Why didn't you get together in high school?" he asks.

You exhale, "I wasn't ready for…her. I wasn't really ready for me."

"High school wasn't easy for you though was it?" he asks, tilting his head to the side, showing a genuine interest for the first time.

You try to dodge the question and any questions about Beth by laughing, "Is it for anyone?"

He seems to sense this and moves with you as you dodge that bullet, "Well, how was your relationship with Rachel in high school?"

You pause to think about it for a moment before answering, "You know how little boys pick on girls they like?" You wait for his nod before adding, "It was like that. I was mean to her because I liked her and I didn't know how to deal with it."

"But apparently she's forgiven you for that?" he asks, looking down at his notes and adjusting the audio recorder.

"Thankfully," you smile. She has not only forgiven you, but fallen in love with you as well. That's quite a feeling.

"Did you keep up after high school?"

"No," you shake your head, "In fact there was no contact between us until we ran into each other in New York."

"That's lucky."

"Well not really lucky. I went to see one of her shows while I was in town for a real estate conference. She saw me when she came outside to sign autographs and we had drinks."

"What did you talk about that night?"

"We mostly talked about her. I hadn't done anything impressive since I'd last seen her," you sip your coffee. You really are ready to go. You have your dress fitting this afternoon and you're hoping to get in some Rachel time before that.

The rest of the interview was mundane. You told him about moving to New York and how you and Rachel entered into a relationship, leaving out some of the more scandalous and irrational action on both of your parts.

When you're finished, you stand together and he shakes your hand, "It was a pleasure. This should be up by tomorrow on our website and in print next week."

"Thank you," she smile politely and excuse yourself.

You get back to your apartment in record time. There are now boxes everywhere because you were nervous for your interview and couldn't sleep so you drug Rachel to the store in the middle of the night to get boxes. Virtually nothing is really unpack, but you couldn't care less. "Rachel?"

"Bedroom," she calls back.

You laugh and trot into her bedroom or what she's recently dubbed our bedroom. When you get to your bedroom, you find a Rachel shaped lump under your old comforter. "You're still in bed?"

She peeks out from under the blankets, "Someone kept me up late last night."

You smirk and take off your coat, tossing it onto the bed, "I wanted to tell you about my interview, but you can go back to sleep. I'll call Jenny and we'll go grocery shopping."

"I'm up," she groans and sits up. Her hair is a complete mess, but you think she's a cute as ever. Her eyes are mostly closed. You almost feel bad using Rachel's jealousy over Jenny as a way to get her out of bed…almost.

You sit down on the bed where you normally sleep and lean over to kiss her awake. It doesn't take long for her to crawl on top of you and just lay there. She sleepily runs her fingers through your hair, "How'd your interview go?"

"It was okay," you state, "Probably better than okay because no one asked me about Beth or exactly how I was mean to you in high school." You like when she lays on you like this. She's warm and pressing against the entire length of your body.

"Good," she yawns and rests her head on your chest, "What is the plan for today?"

You smile down at her and rub her back, "You're going to go back to sleep and I'll…"

"Not go shopping with Jenny," Rachel rolls off of you and let's out another yawn, "Is there coffee?"

"Mhmm," you watch her stretch and stand out of the bed.

"Yay," she says, but there is no enthusiasm in her voice. She rubs her eyes and shuffles to the bathroom.

"You can go back to sleep and I won't go with Jenny," you smile at her petulance.

She peeks out from the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth, "I know you won't because you're going with me."

"You're going grocery shopping?" you ask. You try to remember a time someone talked about Rachel grocery shopping and you can't think of any. "When was the last time that happened?"

You hear the sink running and after a moment it turns off. She emerges from the bathroom looking more awake, "I…don't remember."

Before you know it, Rachel is pushing the cart through the isles of the store. Actually pushing is a little reaching. She's more like riding it. You're behind her with your hands on either side of the handle and she has her feet firmly planted on the metal cage on the bottom of the cart.

"You know this doesn't seem fair," you mention while she grabs a box of pasta as you roll by.

"I think this is a very efficient way to shop," she smiles back at you, "A couple more times of this and we could get our shopping done in ten minutes."

"You don't even know what you're getting," you smile and place one of your feet next to hers and push off. You easily glide down the near empty isle. She manages to grab your favorite chips and some vegan cookies without having to slow down.

You rest your chin on her shoulder and turn the corner, "We rock at this."

"Totally," she leans back into you, "After this do you want to go see a movie? It's been forever since I've been in an actual movie theatre."

"Rain check?" you ask, "I have my dress fitting."

"Oh yeah," Rachel wiggles a little and steps down. She pushes you onto the cart in her previous position before taking off again. "Can I go? I'm getting really good at taking your clothes off."

You gape at her for a moment before laughing, "You can come if you want to. Why haven't you been forced in to a hideous dress yet?"

"My dress is with Brittany's sister's dress and Noah's suit in Lima," She picks up a package of dried cranberries and examined the ingredients. She tosses them into the basket with a smile, "I sent my measurements ahead of me and we just have to hope it fits."

"Noah? Like Puckerman?" This is news to you. You never knew that he was going to be in the wedding.

"Yeah," Rachel nods, pulling the basket along with her down the frozen food isle, "You know how he and Brittany keep up with each other. I bet Santana blew a gasket."

You bet she did too. "Any idea who is in Santana's wedding party?"

"No idea," she answers, "Maybe some of her med school friends."

"She doesn't have any med school friends," you answer, "They're all threatened by her and she's been kinda reclusive since moving here."

She opens one of the freezer doors and picks up a frozen vegan dinner, "Did I like these?"

"No," you answer.

"Oh," she replaces it and closes the door, "Does she have sisters or cousins or something?"

"No siblings, but a shitload of cousins," you offer, "She kinda keeps up with her cousins. Through like Facebook and stuff. Maybe one of them."

Rachel stops dead in the middle of the isle and looks at you. You look her over for like a…you don't know what makes people freeze. "What's wrong?"

"What if Sue Sylvester is officiating it?" Rachel asks, her eyes locked onto yours.

You burst out laughing and lean into the basket for support. She crosses her arms and lets go of the basket. Because you're leaning on it, it goes rolling away and before you can grab it, it starts rolling away. Rachel takes off after it as it rolls out of the frozen food isle and toward a row of shelves housing chocolate syrup. You know if it hits, that chocolate syrups with fall onto the ground, probably bursting open and making the biggest mess, but the visual in your head just makes you laugh harder and you can't stop. Your girlfriend grabs the handle and plants her feet, stopping herself and the cart in the nick of time.

Rachel rolls her eyes, but can't help laughing with you. People are staring to stare at you so Rachel puts you back in your place at the front of the cart with one arm on either side of you. You step onto the bottom cage and she pushes you along, "We're never going grocery shopping again."

And she made sure of that by jumping onto the cart right before you checked out. She looked back at you with a kilowatt smile and crashed into a rack full of magazines.

You both were asked to never come back.

You're running late in meeting Santana so Rachel offers to put the groceries away and bring you coffee at the shop. When you meet Santana at the bridal shop, she's quite the opposite of how you pictured her. She's just sitting in a chair, calmly sipping from a coffee shop cup with a smile on her face. You sit down in the armchair next to her and follow her eyes to see what she's watching. You finally see why she's so chill. Her mom is running around, directing people on what dresses go where and how she wants the dress racks arranged.

"How long has your mom been in town?" you ask quietly.

"Only a few hours," Santana answers, tilting her head toward you, "Thanks for coming. My cousin should be here in a minute."

"Which one?" you ask.

"Craigan," she sips her drink and scratches her forehead, "My other bridesmaid is going to meet us there."

"Two questions," you lean back in your chair, "Who is your other bridesmaid and isn't Craigan the one who is completely in love with Brittany?"

"He is one of my many cousins who is completely in love with Britts, but he's the least pervy about it" Santana answers with a smirk, "and Mercedes."

"Mercedes Jones?" you ask, turning to look at your best friend.

She nods, "She Skyped me one day about a month ago with a few questions about Physical Anthropology and we started studying that together. My mom told me that I needed another girl to balance everything out. She was going to be in Lima that weekend anyway."

"Awesome," you nod. You're happy that Santana seems to have other friends besides you.

"How's your show going?" Santana lulls her head to look at you.

You shrug, "Okay I guess. My throat is getting sore from all the singing, even though I don't actually do much singing. We open in about a month. When does Britt's show open again?"

"The day after we get back from our honeymoon," Santana offers with a sigh, "I have a test that afternoon anyway." You hear her mutter something akin to fucking school.

You offer her a friendly pat on the arm when a glint catches your eye and you turn to her. You spot the silver band on her left hand, "Santana, ring."

She looks down at her hand and quickly glances at her mom as she slips off her ring, whispering to you, "I totally suck at this pretending not to be married thing."

"Definitely," you say, "Why don't you just both take off your rings until the wedding?"

"Do you know how awesome it is to see that ring on Brittany's finger everyday?" Santana asks, her gaze intense because you know she's trying not to be sappy, "It fucking rocks because she's stuck with me now."

"You make it sound like she doesn't want to be stuck with you," you roll your eyes. Of course that makes you think of a ring on Rachel's finger, which is way, way, way, waaaaaaay too soon. You just got divorced a few months ago. You don't want to be one of those people. Whoever those people are. You're just now moving in together so it's safe to say that she's sort of stuck with you too. She went to great lengths (buying a new apartment and all) to make sure that you're close to her.

"Santana! Quinn!" Santana's mom calls you, beckoning you toward her.

She hands you a dress. You look it over with a thoughtful frown, "This dress is not hideous." In fact it's just the opposite. It's simple and elegant. A gorgeous shade of lilac.

Santana smirks, "I was just fucking with you."

You playfully push her, "I can't believe you." After a beat you rephrase, "Actually yes I can."

Once you and Santana are put in dressing rooms right next to each other, you shimmy out of your clothes and start to put the dress on. You find that the zipper is extremely difficult to zip. "Uh, San?"

"I'm having way more trouble than you are," she says back around the partition between you, "I can't even figure out where my head goes."

There's a light knock on the door and a pleasant voice asks, "Do you need assistance ma'am?"

You push the curtain back a little and allow Rachel to step in. She grins at you, but it soon turns into a pout, "I thought I was going to get to do the undressing part."

"Oh my god!" Santana calls, "I don't need to hear you two going at it in the dressing room. Please."

You blush deeply and Rachel just giggles. She hugs you around your waist. She stands on her toes to whisper in your ear, "I wish we had time to go to home before my show because I really, really want to undress you right now."

"Rachel!" you whisper at her wide-eyed. You don't think you'll ever get used to dirty talk or sexual innuendos leaving her perfect lips. She always seems so…innocent. That is until you're both naked….well you don't really have to be naked either.

She just offers you a Cheshire grin and kisses you softly on the lips, "What did you need help with?"

You take a moment to give her an incredulous look before lifting your arm to show the zipper down your side. She easily and very innocently zips up your dress. She smiles at you, "You look beautiful Quinn."

"Oh god I'm gonna gag," you hear Santana spout.

"Shut up," you quickly bite back.

"Hey, it's my wedding. I could go all bridezilla on you and there's nothing you can do to stop me," your friend answers. You know she's joking. This is more her mom's wedding than her own and she doesn't care. She already married Brittany. She never did play fair.

"So Santana," Rachel holds the curtain open for you to walk out and show Mrs. Lopez, "What are your plans for the rest of today?"

"Britt and I are going to take our moms to our favorite museums," she says, "Then we're going to dinner. You two can totally come with us."

Mrs. Lopez starts looking you over turning you and looking the dress over.

"I was hoping to get some ideas from Brittany about her bachelorette party," Rachel offers as Santana emerges from the dressing room.

"A bachelorette party?" Santana raises an eyebrow.

Rachel's eyes dart to you and then back to Santana, "Traditionally the maid of honor throws a bachelorette party correct?"

"Of course," Mrs. Lopez nods, making her way to her daughter. She tugs at the fabric of the dress, "Have you been eating?"

"Just keep it clean got it?" Santana narrowed her eyes at Rachel.

Rachel nods. You're not worried because you don't think Rachel really does huge crazy bachelorette parties. "At least Puckerman's not in charge of it."

"He's not going is he?" Santana asks, anxiety edging her voice.

"Of course he is," you smile reassuringly at Santana, "He's a bridesmaid right?"

Santana laughs at this and it effectively puts her at ease.

"What do you want to do for your bachelorette party?" you finally ask. You didn't remember that you actually needed to plan a bachelorette party until Rachel said something.

Santana shrugs, "Do you mind if we wait until we get to Lima? I want 'Cedes to come too."

"Of course," you nod, "We can just go get a drink somewhere. No big deal."

"Hey ladies," Craigan walks in, "Sorry I'm late."

You've met him before once or twice at various Lopez family functions. Of course that was when you were all teenagers. Now is a strapping man with unruly, curly brown hair and a chiseled face. His dark, skin was flawless against the soft lights of the boutique.

"Craigan," Mrs. Lopez walks over and hugs him, "How are you?"

"Great," he smiles.

You tilt your head and wonder how everyone in Santana's family is so hot. Not that you're calling Santana hot, or her mom or dad…okay, you wonder how everyone in Santana's family is so beautiful. Attractive?…this is going downhill fast.

"Quinn," he smiles and hugs you, "It's been forever. How are you?"

"Fantastic," you answer with a polite smile.

He turns to Rachel and gives her a friendly hug then laughs, "I probably should have introduced myself before I hugged you. I'm Craigan Wagner, Santana's cousin."

"Rachel Berry," she grins back at him, "Brittany's maid of honor."

He looks at her for a moment, "You're not the Rachel Berry are you?"

"Well I am a Rachel Berry," she shrugs modestly.

You know the modesty thing is just an act though so you slide up next to her and put your arm around her shoulders, "Craigan this is Tony Award winner Rachel Berry."

Rachel beams and Craigan starts gushing over her. Santana gives you a sympathetic smile before you're both sent back into the dressing rooms to change.

You all wait around as Craigan tries on his suit. It doesn't take long and he does look dashing in it. He leaves everyone with a hug and says that he's going to meet you all in Lima. You tell him that you'll call him about the bachelor party.

It's not long before you and Rachel are strolling behind Brittany and Santana in the Guggenheim. Your arms are linked as you both look up and down the walls. Rachel's head is on your shoulder and she inhales deeply, "I can't wait until your show starts."

"I wish you could be there on opening night," you sigh.

"Actually," she stops and looks at you, "I will be."

"But you have a show," you look at her skeptically. In your mind you picture some kind of rom-com standard where she's running from one show to the other, acting until her scenes are over and then running to your theatre to watch what she can before running back.

She bites her lip, "I am calling upon the services of my," she mutters something inaudible, "so that I can support you."

"What?" it takes you a moment but you manage to fill in the blank on your own. "You're letting your understudy-"

"Shhh," she clamps a hand over your mouth, "Don't say that word."

You pull her to you in a bone-crushing hug, "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course," she relaxes in your arms, "It's your first play. Ever. I want to see the beginning of your ridiculously successful career."

You smile and just hold her to you. "You're awesome Rach."

"You're pretty awesome too."

"Get a room," Santana calls.

You shoot her a playful glare at her snarky smile before Brittany takes her hand and drags her to the next exhibit. Rachel takes your hand and laces your fingers together, guiding you deeper into the museum.