Author's Note: Hello again, lovely people! My disappointment in the Steeler's loss tonight was hardly quelled by the return of Glee since it contained so little of my beloved Brittana...so I thought I'd give you some Faberry. I hope you all enjoy, and, as always, thanks a million times for reviewing, reviews are kind of becoming my life source.

Rachel settled into her couch with some tea and put Funny Lady in her DVD player. She'd seen it a million times, so she found her attention drifting in and out of the movie. Quinn had been crazy tonight. Not that Quinn hadn't clearly shown herself to be a little unstable lately, but tonight really took the cake. Rachel understood that Quinn was depressed, heck, Rachel had been the one taking care of Quinn's depressed mess for the better part of a month now, but she didn't understand why Quinn would take it out on her. Maybe it just had to do with being enemies turned occasional friends. She remembered in high school, during those rare times when she and Quinn shared a moment of kindness, it always felt as though the earth might have just turned on its axis and something was bound to explode in any moment. Rachel laughed at herself, maybe she was being a little dramatic. Still, though, even as adults, there was definitely a level of tension in the air whenever she spent time with Quinn. Maybe, subconsciously Rachel was scared that Quinn would snap and show up with a slushie one day, and maybe Quinn was scared that…well Rachel didn't know what Quinn was scared of.

Quinn's head was spinning. Not necessarily in a bad way, but definitely spinning. She was allowed to get drunk, she decided. Her two best friends in the world were getting married, and she'd been good and sober for nineteen months while she was pregnant and breast feeding her youngest child. She was more than allowed to be drunk. She'd been pregnant three times and she was 25, and she was tired of spending months at a time being left out of the fun. Her husband could take care of the children for once. Yup, she was definitely allowed to be drunk. It wasn't her fault she was so damn fertile. Puck looked at her questioningly, a little bit like he regretted taking that last shot with her. Well, forget Puck. He was the one that got her pregnant the first time. She was definitely allowed to be drunk around him. She surveyed the room. Emma and Will were dancing with their little brood of gingers around them. She didn't want to interrupt their marital bliss. Her husband was talking to Finn and Mike, probably about football, and she really didn't think it was possible for her to get anymore bored of talking about football. Brittany and Santana were sitting at the wedding party table, making out. She wished she could interrupt them, but it was their wedding, and for once, it was appropriate for them to be making out in public. They both really looked beautiful. She watched them for a moment, but started to feel like she was getting a little creepy, standing in the corner, watching her two best friends make out. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Rachel, standing awkwardly close to the dance floor in Brittany's yellow bridesmaid dresses. She was bobbing back and forth, looking as though she was trying to dance, but not really knowing if she should do it by herself.

"Hey, girl, what are you looking at?" Mercedes said, coming up to Quinn and knocking her out of her thoughts.

"Nothing," Quinn said, her speech slightly slurred. "Do you want to take a shot with me?"

"Girl, I think you've had enough," Mercedes laughed.

"Oh, come on! It's a wedding, we're allowed to be drunk!" Mercedes didn't look like she was going to budge. "For old times sake, then?"

"I guess," Mercedes laughed.

Quinn felt good, it was like that shot had cleared her head. She walked over to the table where Finn, Mike, and Justin were deep in conversation.

"I want to dance." She said, tapping Justin on the shoulder. He looked up at her, cut off mid-sentence from whatever he had been saying.

"Babe, I'm in the middle of a conversation." He turned back to Finn and Mike.

"Please?" Quinn pouted. She wasn't really a pouter, but it always worked when Brittany did it to Santana so she figured she might as well give it a try.

"Why don't you sit down, babe. I think you may have had enough—" Quinn put up her hand, silencing him before he could continue his sentence, she knew where it was going. "Fine," he said, turning back to face Finn and Mike. "Why don't you dance by yourself. Besides, someone has to watch the kids." Quinn couldn't believe he was saying this. He, who was only home 2 months of they year while she stayed home watching their two children was calling her the irresponsible parent. She knew she couldn't say anything though, it was Brittany and Santana's wedding, she couldn't ruin it with her own drama. She walked over to the dance floor and stood next to Rachel.

"Hey Rachel."

"Hello there, Quinn."

"It's too bad this is a gay wedding." Rachel looked at Quinn incredulously.

"I'm sorry, Quinn, but I'm going to stop you right there. I would have thought that you moved past your issues with homophobia ages ago and I am dismayed to see that I was wrong. I am appalled that you have the gall to bring this up on the happiest day of Brittany and Santana's life after all that you three have gone through together. And then to bring it up to me of all people. You are aware by now, I'm sure, that I have two gay dads—"

"Woah, woah, Berry calm down," Rachel winced a little at being called by her last name, a detail that didn't escape Quinn's attention. "Sorry, it's just when you revert back into High School Rachel the nickname slips out…" Quinn looked down at her feet, feeling a little ashamed of herself. "Plus, I'm a little bit drunk, if you hadn't noticed." Rachel nodded at her, and a small, bemused smile started to cross her lips. "You misunderstood me," Quinn said, speaking softly. "I believe it's tradition for ushers to get drunk and dance with bridesmaids during the wedding reception, but since this is a gay wedding, your only dance partner options are Puck, me, Sasha, and Theresa. And Theresa is married and I believe Puck is busy with Santana's aunt…" Rachel raised her eyebrow as she turned and saw that Puck, was in fact hitting on Santana's aunt. "And it seemed like you wanted to dance…"

"To be honest, I prefer not having the drunk friends of my friend's husbands sweating all over me and stepping on my feet. Besides, isn't Sasha gay? Maybe I could dance with her, at least she's attracted to women…"

"I was thinking maybe we could dance?" Quinn wasn't sure why she was getting so bashful about this. Maybe she shouldn't have had that lost shot after all. Her throat had suddenly become very dry and she felt her face grow hot.

"Where's Justin?"

"Talking about football," she gestured over to the table where her husband was still talking and laughing.

"Well, we have danced together on numerous occasions during our years in New Directions, so I don't see how it could hurt. I have really been wanting to dance." Quinn grabbed her hand and led her out on the dance floor. They danced an appropriate distance apart; the distance apart that friends dance when their hands occasionally graze, but nothing beyond that. The music was great-obviously, it was Brittany and Santana's wedding, there had to be good dance music. Even though the two of them weren't getting much use out of it. The music went silent for a moment, and everyone just stood awkwardly on the stage. Rachel pouted a little and Quinn couldn't help but laugh. The intro to Unchained Melody suddenly cut into the silence. Rachel stopped pouting, but her expression became unsure. Her eyes briefly made contact with Quinn's but she closed them quickly and lightly swayed back and forth to the song. Quinn could just barely hear her singing along under her breath. Quinn lightly grabbed Rachel's hand, causing Rachel's eyes to snap open. Quinn opened her mouth to suggest that they could still dance to this song, it was a gay wedding, after all, no one would judge them, just as one of Santana's cousins tapped Rachel on the shoulder, asking her to dance. For a split second, Quinn could swear that Rachel looked questioningly at her, but the looked vanished nearly as quickly as it appeared and Rachel accepted the dance. Quinn left the dance floor and sat back in her seat at the head table, which Unchained Melody had effectively cleared. Rachel was making what appeared to be awkward small talk with Santana's cousin. Brittany and Santana held each other tightly, barely swaying back and forth to the music, just staring into each other's eyes and occasionally kissing. At the crescendo, Santana flipped her head back and sang, "I, I neeeeeed your love," perfectly hitting Bobby Hatfield's distinctive falsetto. Brittany also tilted her head back and let out a long laugh, along with the other people on the dance floor. Quinn looked over at her husband. He hadn't noticed the song, and was laughing with his hand on Mike's shoulder. She got up and took a seat at the bar.

Quinn wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she was sitting at the table again, alone, playing with the petal flowers scattered on the table. The room had thinned out, after Brittany and Santana had left to start their honeymoon early, the rest of the guests had slowly been making their way home.

"Hey Quinn."

"Hey Rachel," she softly smiled at her.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm off for the night. I have an early flight back to New York in the morning. Quinn nodded, clumsily standing up and pulling Rachel into a tight hug. Rachel's mouth opened in surprise, but she returned the hug anyway. Rachel turned and began to walk away.

"Hey Rach," Quinn called out, as she sat back down at the empty table. Rachel turned to look at Quinn. Quinn wasn't really sure why she called back to her. "Next time you're in LA, give me a call." Rachel just nodded, a little confused and left the room.

It was one in the morning by the time Quinn and Justin got home and got the kids to bed.

"You coming up?" Justin called from the stairs.

"In a few minutes." Quinn said. She sat down on the couch and pulled out her camera, looking back at pictures of the day. She was already starting to feel sick from all the alcohol she drank. She had to laugh out loud of a close up picture of her and Santana; they both still had rollers in their hair and Quinn was kissing Santana's cheek while Santana rolled her eyes. Most of the pictures were of Brittany and Santana, though, who were completely oblivious to the fact that they were having their picture taken; they were just staring at each other in every single one. She paused on one of them dancing, their foreheads pressed together, eyes shut. She zoomed in on the picture. Rachel was in the background in her yellow bridesmaid dress, staring at the couple. She looked sad, Quinn thought, sad and she actually looked beautiful in the yellow bridesmaid gowns that Brittany had picked out. Quinn looked up at the big black and white photos of her and Justin's wedding hanging up in their living room. Quinn was three months pregnant with Hannah when those pictures were taken, although you'd only be able to tell if you knew. There was a very similar one to the one of Brittany and Santana, with Quinn and Justin's foreheads pressed together as they danced. Quinn's eyes were open in the photograph, and she was looking at the ground. She looked back at the picture of Brittany and Santana. She wondered if she and Justin had ever been that happy. She wrapped a throw around her and curled up on the couch, feeling the nausea and the alcohol and her emotions all hit her at once like a wave. She began sobbing into her pillow, in a way she hadn't sobbed since she was 16 and found out she was pregnant, and then when she was 22 and found out she was pregnant again. She sobbed the way Quinn only sobbed when she was scared. Only now she was scared that life had hit her so fast. She was scared that she was 25 and already had two children and a husband, and had no idea what she was doing. Most of all, looking at those pictures of Brittany and Santana's wedding, Quinn was scared that she had again made a mistake. She cried until she fell asleep.

Author's Note: I know the last couple of chapters have been a bit, well, angsty, but between no Brittana and the Steeler's losing, what can you expect? The next couple will be a bit more lighthearted! Thanks for reading!