A/N: Supersized Chapter for my one week anniversary! Also this is part one of a two parter! Have Fun!
I.
They marry at the Berry's cottage, somewhere in the middle of woods and rivers and fields, on his dad's birthday at the end of June. The house is, like huge. Huge enough so Rachel and the girls can have their own wing. It even has a little chapel somewhere in the garden, which Finn finds ridiculous since the Berries are all Jewish. Currently Finn is in one of the living rooms, basically getting ready. To marry. He's nervous. Like, nervous enough to have Puck close his cuff buttons, because his hands are shaking. Blaine and Mike are also there, Blaine's at the moment tying his bow tie (Navy blue with anchors on it, seriously what bet did he lose again?) while Mike's fiddling with the CD-Player.
"C'mon Hudson. Stop acting like a pussy and man up." Puck utters, rolling his eyes.
"Man up? I'm gonna marry, dude. "He replies and he does his best to deny that the pathetic squeak, sounding like a fifteen year old on his first day, came from him. Classic, Hudson. Puck snorts.
"Yeah, I know. My heartfelt sympathy."
Finn simply scowls at him, going to attaching the lily to his buttonhole.
"You sure you wanna put up with that kind of craziness for the rest of your life?" Puck asks, arching an eyebrow at him. Finn closes his eyes and breathes out heavily.
"Yeah, I am sure."
"Well, good on ya, because I'm pretty sure Rachel's gonna kick your ass, if you decide to make a quick getaway." Puck comments dryly. Finn laughs.
"I'm going nowhere." He ensures him
"I'll take care of that myself, if I have to." Puck warns him jokingly
"Hey, what happened to that 'don't marry ever' philosophy of yours?" Finn asks grinning; shoving his shoulder, while walking past him.
"I won't marry ever, but you better do us the favor, man." Puck explains, dropping into the chair on the left side of the door. Finn frowns.
"What kind of a favor am I doing to whom?"
"Well, with you marrying Berry another crazy chick is off the market, which is positive for the whole male population. A hot one too, but sacrifices have to be made." He says matter-of-factly
"Let him talk." Mike waves off, chewing on a peanut. He shoots Mike a grateful look.
"Could please not call my fiancée a crazy chick? Thank you." Finn utters, swatting the back of Puck's head.
"Ouch. Is her craziness rubbing off on you now or what?"
"Could you please shut the…" He gets interrupted by the door flying open. or Will or William or however Finn is supposed to call him now enters.
"And that's my ticket outta here." Puck says, swiftly getting up and out of the room. Will looks at Finn questioningly, but all he has the nerve to do is shrug.
"So. It's getting serious!" Will exclaims, smiling widely at him. Finn shoots a quick smile back and then nods.
"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" He laughs nervously, clapping his hands together.
"Nervous?" Will asks knowingly
"Sure, but, like the good kind of nervous, not the bad, close to chickening out kind of nervous." Finn replies nodding confidently.
"So no getaway cars behind the church waiting for you?" The other man jokes, looking around the room.
"No, definitely not. I mean how stupid would I have to be? Kurt would kill me, Mercedes too, my mom and Burt probably too. Also, Rachel has two dads and I'm still not sure whether they really don't own a shotgun. Pretty high risk, if you ask me." Rachel actually did tell him they didn't own one, but judging from the way they simply look at him sometimes he just isn't convinced.
"Sounds like that." Will replies, picking up a wrinkled photo from the coffee table. It's them, Finn and Rachel, somewhere in summer before junior year. Rachel is wearing a polka dotted one piece, her hairs wet and her eyes are shining, he's got his arms wrapped around her waist and his chin resting atop her head, grinning like a fool. Finn likes to keep it with him; he likes to see it as his lucky charm, he had it with him Nationals 2012, he had it with him for Prom the same year and when he proposed to Rachel. See? Luck.
"I'm so glad you two sorted out your difficulties, after what happened after graduation." Will says warmly after a pause, slapping Finn on the shoulder. He smiles slightly, looking at the photo in Will's hands.
"Yeah, me too."
Blaine comes up beside Will, smiling pleasantly, pointing at his watch.
"Ready to get married?"
"Totally."
And how ready he is.
II.
Kurt pulls the zipper up, looking quite satisfied.
"Oh, now look at you, Missy!" Mercedes exclaims, coming to stand behind her. Rachel smiles a little at her own reflection. Her dress is simple, really, ankle-length and strapless, with embroideries and pearls on the top, the skirt is wide and sways around her ankles (And no she isn't wearing a hoop skirt, thank you very much). Her hair is pinned up loosely at the back of her neck, soft curls framing her face.
"Beautiful." Tina tells her, smiling as she opens the box with her own wedding shoes in it. Something Borrowed. She has a pretty, little comb with blue stones in her hair. Something blue. Her dress is something new, of course and as for Something Old she has a simple necklace, with a single pearl as a pendant. Normally it's resting in a black, velvet box and Rachel almost feels a little bad for wearing it, because it once was Finn's mothers. She got it from her and because Finn wouldn't have much use for it, his mother gave it to her. She smiles a little trailing her hands over her ribcage. She turns around to the girls and Kurt, all prettily dressed in lavender colored silk, for Kurt it's the shirt of course.
"Ladies, I just wanted to tell you how…" She starts, carefully sitting on an ancient wooden chair with pretty fuchsia colored cushioning.
"No." Kurt interrupts her, holding his pointer finger up.
"No?" Rachel repeats, tilting her head to the side.
"We won't have a heart-to-heart moment now." Kurt explains matter-of-factly, smoothing some wrinkles out of his anthracite-colored colored suit, before getting up and going to her dressing table.
"I just wanted to tell you how thankful I am!" Rachel protests weakly as Kurt sprays yet another can of hairspray at her hair.
"I know what you wanted and that ends in Mercedes and Tina bawling…"
"I wouldn't bawl!" Mercedes argues, fixing her own hair in her pocket mirror. Kurt rolls his eyes.
"Of course not." He states dryly "So, where did I stop?"
"Mercedes and me bawling?" Tina suggests, idly picking at her freshly manicured nails.
"Thank you. So Mercedes and Tina will start bawling and if they bawl, you'll follow suit." Kurt utters, tightening his bow-tie.
"So?" Rachel asks frowning. Kurt sighs as if she was a kid failing to understand the principle of two plus two equals four.
"You have tons of mascara on. I sure as hell won't be responsible for my brother marrying one of the Beagle Boys!" His voice gets a little shrill as always when he's extremely frustrated with her. Rachel blankly stares at him until she realizes what he just said. She stands up quickly to stand in front of the mirror.
"Do I really look like a Beagle Boy? I mean I could still change my make-up a bit, or…" Mercedes gets up and hurries over to her, putting a reassuring hand to her arm while.
"You look gorgeous, hun. Finn's gonna be speechless." She tells her pleasantly, scowling at Kurt
"You think so?" Rachel asks, exhaling heavily
"Promise." Mercedes says warmly. Kurt gets up standing at her other side.
"Of course you don't look like a Beagle Boy. You shouldn't take me too serious sometimes." He states, squeezing her hand.
"Thank you." Rachel replies, laughing alittle.
"How are your nerves doing?" Mercedes asks grinning. Rachel turns around facing her.
"Surprisingly good, actually." She admits, shaking a silky, mahogany lock out of her face.
"I'd so die if this was my wedding." Kurt comments taking a sip from his glass of champagne.
"I'm only waiting for Sam to come around with that ring already." Mercedes tells them nonchalantly, earning laughter from the others.
"You just wait 'till you're in that position." Tina advices, arching an eyebrow at her.
"Rachel isn't nervous." Mercedes points out chewing on a grape.
"I didn't say that. I said I'm good, not that I'm not nervous." Rachel calls in quickly, reapplying her lipstick.
"Yeah, because Rachel is gonna marry her soul mate. You aren't nervous when you marry your soul mate." Tina explains, dreamily, simply ignoring Rachel "I wasn't either, you know."
"Oh, no, totally not!" Kurt utters, rolling his eyes.
"You know I don't believe in stuff like that. " Mercedes utters, rolling her eyes.
"See? So even if you and Sam are soul mates, you'll still be nervous because you wouldn't know it!" Tina declares triumphantly.
"I bet Finn is dying right now!" Kurt bursts out suddenly, clapping his hands together.
"As becomes a gallant soldier!" Mercedes exclaims
"Could you please have the decency not to wish my future husband death before we're even married?" Rachel questions, trying not to smile.
"Aww, he'll be all okay, I promise." Kurt coos, patting her arm. She shakes her head, earrings jingling.
"And why is it good if he dies of nervousness and I'm all fine and that's okay too?"
"You always had better nerves." Mercedes replies, shrugging.
"By that you mean to say…"
"Ladies, I really hate to interrupt, but you don't wanna miss your own wedding, right?" Kurt asks, tapping against the glass of his watch.
"Well that's not quite the thing!" Rachel agrees, biting her bottom lip.
Curtain Call.
A/N2: As always thank you for reading, my pretties. Tell me if it was worth it's time! Cookies and milk wait in the review section! Love, Kat