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Three months later - New York City

Quinn's POV:

"Oh my God, Quinn! It looks so beautiful!" Rachel exclaims.

I can't help the smile that appears on my face as I smooth down the skirt of my dress and turn around to see myself in the full-length mirror for the first time dressed all in white. Rachel peers over my shoulders, tears escaping her eyes.

"Oh wait! It's not finished yet!" She runs out of the dressing room. I take a deep breath as my eyes travel up and down the dress on my body.

"I can't believe I'm getting married in a week." I whisper to myself. I raise my eyebrows and with an exaggerated smile, I repeat, this time louder, "I'm getting married in a week."

It still hasn't sunken in yet. The past few months have been crazy, with Austin and his crazy antics, and with bridezilla fever, I haven't had a break. Which, I guess, is a good thing.

Rachel interrupts my thoughts as she re-enters the room and stands behind me with her hands behind her back.

"One last touch." She says as she brings the veil that was hidden behind her back to the top of my head. "Like I said, beautiful."

I blush as I cast my eyes downward. Rachel wraps her arms around me tightly, "You know I've been waiting for this day for a while now, granted I thought it was going to be under different circumstances, but I'm really really happy for you."

"You know what, Rachel? I'm happy too. I am." I reply locking eyes with my reflection waiting to see who the first would be to crack under the pressure. It was as if the thought of my reflection running away from this reality would solve the problem. But that's the thing about mirrors, they don't crack unless you do.

I am happy.

"Hey babe, you packed and ready?" Austin called from the main room.

I shouldn't've been so surprised when Austin told me we were not having the wedding in New York. Being a March wedding, New York was out of the question, it was too cold. In fact, I was even more surprised at the location he chose for us. Georgia. I really thought he was going to go above and beyond and fly us around the world or get married on the Eiffel Tower or something, which I mean I wouldn't really mind. I have always loved Paris, and just traveling in general.

Apparently, Austin has family in Georgia, so it is more convenient and a lot warmer. Our bags are packed and we are on the next flight out of the city.

I've actually never been to Georgia before. The atmosphere was so, I don't know, different. But I kind of like it. Right when we got off the plane, there was a man holding a sign saying "Future Mr. and Mrs. James." Austin nudges me, and points in the direction of the man.

"Our chariot awaits, my lady." he says.

"You're such a dork." I giggle in response, and follow his lead to our chauffeur.

I guess I fall asleep in the car as we ride to our hotel because the next thing I know Austin is nudging me awake.

"Quinn, we're here. Wake up sleepy head."

I nuzzle my head further into his shoulder, but eventually open my eyes, yawning. I follow him out of the car, and I freeze. The first thing I notice is the bright sunlight and the blue sky. And then I notice the white sand that's spread out for miles. A beach. I look back at Austin with a confused glance and notice him smiling a satisfied smile.

"This is it." he says smugly.

"What do you mean?" I question.

"You see the shoreline over there?" He gestures further down the beach, and when I nod, he continues, "That is where we are getting married."

I actually wasn't expecting this. I kept thinking we were going to either have a traditional wedding or some fancy one. But a beach? It's so… What's the word I'm looking for? Cliché. I mean, yes, of course I love it. Who wouldn't want to say their vows with sand between their toes and the sun set over the ocean in the background? But it's just like I'm in one of those romantic comedies where there is a plot twist. All I can do now is smile and say I love it, which really isn't a lie.

I just have that feeling that something is going to go wrong. I'm not sure when, but I'm not going to let anything get in the way of becoming Mrs. James. As I look back out over the water, I try to remember the last time I was even near a beach. It's been so long. Maybe when my parents sent me to California for cheerleading camp, or wait, that one time before Pu-... No, never mind. Anyway, it's been a while. I was pulled out of my thoughts as I felt something tug my hand, and before I know it, my shoes were off and Austin was pulling me towards the tide hand in hand. We stand with our feet in the water and Austin pulls me into his side and I wrap my arms around him.

"Only a few more days, and then you'll be all mine." Austin whispers in my ear. I smile as I turn my head towards him, our lips only an inch apart.

"And I can't wait." I respond as I connect our lips in a kiss against the setting sun.

So fucking cliché.

The rehearsal is in two days. Everything is in place, the chairs, the altar, the reception space, the people are gradually making their way in town. The dress is still perfect, the cake will be ready for the reception, and apparently there's an ice sculpture and a chocolate fountain that I didn't know about also being brought in. And I'm officially freaking out. The nerves are kind of getting to me. Good kind of nerves... I think. But the anxiety of it all is killing me. I just want to get this over with, so I can relax and not have to worry about the littlest of things. You should of seen me freak out when I saw that we hadn't officiated a minister, and Austin somehow managed to calm me down. He assured me that a close friend of his was going to officiate the ceremony, which I thought was really sweet. I met him the other day because Austin didn't think I believed him when he said he had that covered, (I did believe him. Kind of.) but he was a super nice man. And then last but not least, the wedding singer. I was planning on just having Rachel, who is my maid of honor, do it because I mean singing is literally in her blood. But Austin said he also had that covered. He booked some new up-and-coming star supposedly, Brooks Sawyer. It's an interesting name, but I sure hope he can sing. I want this to be perfect. Well I guess we'll see how that goes.

Puck's POV:

It's been a busy few months trying to get my name out there. But it's been working, I've gotten a lot of gigs thanks to Brad and his mad salesperson vibe, he can talk anyone into anything, and I'm not really sure if that's a good thing or not. But I haven't really been paying that much attention, my mind has been deep in the music. But I'm happy because it's helping me move on, and I get to spend everyday doing what I love. I got my first wedding coming up, so we'll see how that goes. Until then, back to the studio.