The text message was short. 'Look Q we're dating' and attached was a link.
The headline read: Budding Off-Broadway Actress Quinn Fabray seen out with Broadway Choreographer. The two were seen laughing chatting and holding hands in an uptown restaurant earlier this week.
You sigh and lay your head on the table. Before this relationship started the media was convinced that you were using Rachel. Now they're convinced that you're cheating on her with Brittany.
Rachel sweeps into the kitchen and grabs a bagel, "What's wrong?" She plops down next to you and places a sweet kiss on the back of your neck.
You turn your phone around so you can read the article. She pulls away with a smile, "That's a good picture of you and Brittany."
"That doesn't bother you?"
"No. I know you're not cheating on me especially with Brittany," She takes a bite of her bagel and looks at you questioningly, "Why does it bother you so much?"
"I don't-" you pick your head up, "I just don't want any of this to cause problems between us."
She shrugs, "It won't unless we let it."
You sigh again and watch her pick at her food, "Why does everyone think I'm using you? And cheating on you for that matter? Why haven't you been accused of cheating on me yet?"
She grins, "Do you want me to go have lunch with Santana and hold her hand?"
You roll your eyes, "I'd like to see you try." Santana's not the holding hands type except for Brittany.
"You're new to the media's attention. You're beautiful and you're dating an established actress. What would you think?" She leans on the table and looks you over.
When she says it that way…"Probably the same thing but how do I make it stop?"
She shrugs, "Maybe another interview. We could do one together."
"If you think it'll help."
Her eyes light up. You know she loves people asking her questions and taking pictures. She was born for this. You were just born to carry her purse and follow her around.
Before you can ask her if she really wants to, she's on the phone with Kathy arranging everything. Things happen fast at the top. She tells you when it is and you tell her to tell your personal assistant.
"Don't worry about a think we're going to Lima for the wedding in a few days and then we'll go back two weeks later for Christmakkuh," Rachel kisses you cheek before she disappears into her room.
And it's easy because your next few days are eaten up by rehearsals and before you know it, you're in one of the only decent bars in Lima having a quiet drink with Santana, Craigan and Mercedes for her bachelorette party.
The party was calm and fun but the next day doesn't go so well. "I swear to fucking god," Santana is pacing around the room like she's plotting something. Knowing her she probably is.
You stick your head out the door and grab Finn as he's walking by, "Hey, have you seen Rachel or Brittany or Puck or even Britt's sister?"
He looks at you with a helpless smile, "No, sorry. You don't think Brittany….ran off did you?"
"No," you shake your head and glance down the hallway. If it had been anyone else? Probably. But Brittany? Not a chance. They're already married anyway. It's not like this was a life-changing thing any way. It was just like elementary school when they could get pretend married because Brittany would cry until Santana went along with it. You glance down the hallway, "Just can you let me know if you see them. Santana starting to get pissed."
He nods, "Yeah, no problem." He offers you a reassuring smile, "I'm sure they're just stuck in traffic."
"In Lima?" you quirk an eyebrow.
He chuckles and shrugs, "I guess you're right. I'll let you know."
You step back inside and close the door. Santana, Mercedes, and Craigan are looking at you and you get a little nervous. You rub the back of your neck and check your phone. You've sent Rachel at least half a dozen texts and you've gotten no reply yet. "Sorry."
Santana lets out something akin to a growl and your eyes get wide. You move to her and stand in front of her, "What's wrong?"
"I'm just worried," Santana sighs, tapping her foot, "This wedding doesn't mean shit to me. It's for our moms. I'm just…what if something is wrong."
You nod. You've been thinking the same thing. Your mind has gone through car crash, axe murderer, hit by a train, drowning (where? You don't know. Anywhere with water. Beach, pool, toilet?), anything and everything that could happen, you've thought of because it's never taken Rachel this long to respond to anything you've sent her.
"I'm sure they're fine guys," Mercedes walks over to Santana and pulls her into his arms, "You know Brittany. They probably stopped to help a family of turtles cross a highway."
Santana chuckles at that and nods, "Probably."
"It's Lima fucking Ohio," Santana is now storming around the bridal room, "Where the fuck are they? I swear to god if your girlfriend let anything happen to my wife I'll kill her."
You check your phone again and wring your hands. Normally punctual Rachel is over an hour late.
You look at Mercedes and shoot her a panicked glance. That doesn't make you feel any better. You start to think of all the hospitals in the area to start calling when you hear a car screech to a stop outside. Car doors immediately start slamming and you hear the side door of the church burst open.
You run to the door and pull it open in time to see Brittany, Puck, Brittany's sister, and Rachel sprinting inside and down the hall. They're all smiling and laughing, stumbling over each other to get into the room.
"Rachel!" you bark, not really meaning to sound that harsh.
She stops in the middle of the hallway and turns to you with an unsure smile. "I'm so sorry. We had a little delay."
"You're over an hour late," this time her smile wasn't going to get her out of trouble. You were worried and Santana was worried and one of you worried is bad enough but both of you…if they'd have been gone any longer you two would have been so anxious your vibrations would have caused tsunamis across the world.
"I know. I'm sorry," her smile fades.
"Rachel!" Brittany calls, "I need help."
"I gotta go," she looks at you earnestly and kisses you, "I'll apologize to Santana and make it up to both of you."
"Is that glitter?" you ask brushing off her shoulder.
"Yes and I know what you're thinking it's not from a... Well it is from a stripper but we weren't in a strip club."
You blink and shake your head, "Just make sure Brittany is dressed and has no glitter on her. Santana will freak."
She nods with a smile, "Got it." She kisses you, "Love you."
The relief you feel is unreal. You close the door and fall back on it, "They're here."
"Fucking shit," Santana lets out a breath. "Awesome. Someone find me a bottle of vodka."
After a toast in the bridal suite, the wedding begins.
You walk with Rachel up the isle, Mercedes walks with Brittany's sister and Puck walks with Craigan. You don't know how all of this happened, but you don't mind because you get to be with Rachel all the way down. When you look over at her you have to contain a laugh. She looks just like she's on the red carpet, smiling at all the people and occasionally waving.
You spot Lauren in the crowd, but her eyes on her on man who with smiling. Then you see Sam smiling at his woman. It amazes you how you all paired off. You guess the only people left that didn't get together with a fellow glee member are Finn and Mike. Somehow you don't think that would work out.
You take your place and watch Brittany and Santana walk down opposite ends of the church. You feel very proud of both of them. This wedding isn't very 'them', but getting secretly married before their wedding is.
Then they meet in the middle they both smile and stand in front of the priest. He starts talking so naturally Santana starts a conversation. "You're late." Santana whispers to Brittany as the priest drones on.
Brittany smiles playfully, "Sorry, long layover."
"Long layover where?" you interject with glance at Rachel.
Rachel answers from behind Brittany, "Arizona."
"Where did you go?" Santana's eyes shift to Rachel.
"Vegas." Her face is covered with a guilty smile.
Puck grins, "It was epic."
Rachel elbows him in the ribs, "Not helping Puckerman."
You all get quiet when you see the priest is looking at the lot of you waiting for you to finish your conversation. With a kind smile he nods and continues.
The service is short and painless. You have a feeling that Brittany and Santana's moms sat down with him and explained that they have a problem keeping their hands to themselves and they don't care if they're in public or in front of a bunch of people.
"So what happened in Vegas?" you ask, Rachel's arm securely locks around yours as you walk out of the church.
"We just trolled the strip and went to a few clubs. Oh and I won ten thousand dollars on a slot machine so when this wedding is over we're flying back to Vegas because I left my purse, with my phone in it, in the room they comped me." She grins at you before kissing you. "Sorry we worried you. We were all hanging out the night of the party and Brittany's sister said Vegas, Noah said hell yeah and Brittany said why not?"
"So you hopped a plane?" you ask with a quirked eyebrow.
"So we hopped a plane," she nods as you stand in the hallway waiting for the rest of the bridal parties to join you, "I would have called you, but I thought you might be sleeping then time just sort of melted together."
"How did you get Brittany's sister into a casino?"
"The fun thing about Cheerios is that most of them have fake IDs," Rachel answers with an accusatory look, "She didn't drink or anything I promise. I was scared that she has the same problem Brittany does when she drinks and turns into a stripper and that would have been awkward and probably illegal."
"Speaking of strippers…" you trail off ominously.
"The glitter was from a stripper, but it was because I hugged her," you mouth drops open and she turns to furious shade of red as Mercedes and Brittany's sister appear. "We ran into this stripper…"
"Oh my god," Lil' B grins, "I got this story Rach." She turns to you, "So we're just walking along the strip and there are these girls dancing on this bar that's right on the sidewalk. Puck buys this huge margarita, I mean it's like one of those yard stick ones. Anyway, he drops his straw and Rachel won't let him pick it up off of the ground and use to so she and Brittany go into the closest door to us, which is a casino." You glance at Rachel who is still blushing profusely.
"Oh are you telling the shoe story?" Puck asks appearing with Craigan at his side, "You have got to hear this?"
"It's not a big deal," Rachel says trying to herd everyone to the side as Mercedes and Brittany's sister appear, "I just helped a stripper who fell off of her stage and somehow ended up with her shoe and her…erm…bra."
"Why did she hug you?" you ask quirking an eyebrow. You're not jealous, just curious.
"She had dinner with us," Puck piped up, "Then she took us to this rad club where it's freezing in there and they hand out parkas at the door and everything is made of ice."
"I'm totally jealous," Santana pouts drawing your attention to her.
"Oh please," you roll your eyes, "Your honeymoon is going to be a million times better than Vegas."
Santana looks at Brittany, "Where are we going?"
The blonde just smiles and kisses her, "I promised not to tell."
"Brittany!" Santana pouts.
You loud and loop your arm in Rachel's. She rests her head on your shoulder and you say, "Well, I'm glad we're going back to Vegas. I want to meet this stripper."
"She's actually really nice," Rachel explains, "I think you'll like her. And just to clarify, she is no threat to you. She was actually very taken with Noah who rebuffed her constantly because his heart now belongs to another."
"Fuck yeah it does," Puck smirks trying to still look tough while being completely whipped.
"Alright you guys," Mercedes laughs, "I'm going to go find Sam. I'll see you at the reception."
Puck nods, "Open bar?"
"Of course," Brittany grins.
Puck looks at Rachel, "Don't forget to get my pirate hat from the room."
"I won't," Rachel laughs.
You feel completely lost, but you're sure they had fun. You wonder what the paparazzi are going to make of the pictures you're sure they got in Vegas. You look at her and find her smiling at you. She kisses you softly and pulls your bottom lip between your teeth.
You stifle a moan and pull away before she can do anymore. She leans forward and whispers in your ear, "Remember when I said I would make it up to you for being late?"
"Mhmm," you have a feeling you know where this is going and there's no way you're going to stop it.
"Meet me in Brittany's bridal suite in three minutes," she whispers and gives you a kiss on the cheek, disappearing in the swarm of people that just walked out of the church.
You make sure Brittany and Santana get outside before slipping into the bridal suite. Your eyes nearly bug out when you see the heavenly, glorious…mouthwatering sight before you.
Rachel's wearing a sexy, cocky smirk with matching lilac lingerie. There's nothing that could have stopped you from marching across that room and sweeping up her and her insane sexiness in your arms.
She breaks away from the heated kiss to nip at your jaw and unzip your dress. "I missed you."
"It was only two days," you breathe. Your hands easily find their way into her hair as she follows your dresses path down to the floor.
"Oh god it's been that long?" she asks, running her tongue down your stomach in a blazing line. Her eyes twinkle when she looks back up at you, "I guess we need to make up for lost time."
Quick question: I'm throwing around an idea for a new story and I'm wondering how everyone likes the second-person POV. Would first or third person make it better or is this doing it for everyone? Thanks for you input.