"YOU'RE THE WEDDING PLANNER SAM HIRED," Quinn yelled, "Could this get any worse."

"No, it couldn't, I'll be going now," said Santana, "Bye blondie."

Quinn sighed and stomped away toward the backyard entrance. She quickly glanced back to see where Santana was going, only to notice that she was headed in the opposite direction away from the party. For a second, she contemplated telling her the right directions, but decided not to waste her breath on that girl, she probably wouldn't listen anyway.

As she entered the ginormous backyard, she was greeted by a fantastically decorated area. Blue, gold, and silver balloons were scattered around and a mini stage had been set up in the grass, equipped with a karaoke machine and a mic. Around the grass, the tables were covered in white tablecloths and ordained with beautiful flower arrangements. She didn't think Sugar had it in her but she definitely did pull through on this one. Quinn took a moment to just look around and enjoy the scenery. All of a sudden, she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder, and whipped her neck around to see who the mysterious person was.

"Puck!" Quinn squealed in excitement before jumping into his embrace, "I thought you were getting here tomorrow?"

"Well, I thought I'd come here early to surprise you," Puck replied as he stared lovingly into Quinn's eyes. He'd hoped that she would like the surprise, and based on her reaction, there was no doubt about it. "I also bought something for my boy Sam that I thought he might enjoy," he said as he pulled out a neat looking present wrapped in red and white wrapping paper and a silver bow on top. It had taken him a while to figure out how to do it, but it was worth it if it made Quinn happy.

"You didn't have to do that, you know Noah," Quinn said, as she leaned to give him a peck on the cheek.

"I know, I know, I haven't seen Sam in a while so it's nice to be back here, besides if it makes you happy, it makes me happy," Puck replied, and he wasn't lying. From his childhood, all the way up till now, Quinn had been his best friend. Things between them were easy, he didn't even twice before cancelling his conference to come back. It only felt natural that they were taking the next step in their relationship.

It wasn't until Santana somehow ended up at the front of the mansion that she knew she was seriously and totally lost. She hesitated for a second, eyeing the imposing mansion surrounding her. The ornate decorations and extravagant paintings seemed to blur together, leaving her disoriented. She took tentative steps down one hallway after another, hoping to stumble upon a familiar landmark or a sign pointing her in the right direction. But with each turn, the mansion's vastness only seemed to deepen her confusion.

Just as she was about to turn back, a faint strain of music caught her attention—a sweet melody weaving through a door left ajar in the halls. It was a melody Santana could recognize anywhere, "When You Wish Upon a Star", one that Santana had sang countless times to her little sister. Intrigued, she approached the room where the sound was coming from. With a mixture of trepidation and fascination, Santana pushed the door further open and stepped into the dimly lit room. Rows upon rows of vinyl records lined the shelves, with artists ranging from Aretha to Sinatra. Santana's eyes widened with surprise and delight at the sight of the collection. The room exuded a sense of comfort, a stark change from the grand nature of the rest of the mansion. Lost in the music, Santana was startled by the sound of the door creaking open. She turned, expecting to see perhaps another lost soul wandering the halls, but instead, it was Quinn, her expression a mix of surprise and urgency.

"What are you doing here?" yelled Quinn, glaring at Santana much like she had in the store.

"I- uh," stuttered Santana, catching herself off guard, "I just got a little lost."

"So you can't even find your way around a house and you want to plan my wedding.. I should've hired someone myself," huffed Quinn, "Now get out of my way, I need to grab Sam's present."

For a second, Santana wanted to retort, but she knew her only chance of finding Sams birthday was getting help from the blonde. Instead, she opted for a venemously sweet tone and cursing out Quinn in her head. "Sorry about that, Its my first time here," Santana said, "Would you mind showing me the way to the party?"

"Fine. Whatever. Follow me and keep up," spat Quinn.

As the party began laughter and chatter filled the air. The DJ blasted classics, remixed perfectly to lift the mood. Sam, mingled with guests, a wide grin never leaving his face. He was in his element, relishing the company of friends and family gathered to celebrate.

After a long hour of dancing and chatting, it was finally time for the highlight of the night: the performances! From family speeches to friendly roasts, the Fabrays had gone all out to plan an unforgettable birthday for Sam, and the next performance on the list was the one and only Santana Lopez.

As she made her way to the brightly illuminated stage, Santana hesitated for a brief moment, nerves fluttering in her chest. But after a quick look and a reassuring nod from Sam, she slowly made her way up the steps.

Slowly but surely, she picked up the mic, taking a quick look around at the audience. "Hey everyone," she began, drawing in a breath. "Before I dive into this, I've got something to say to the birthday boy himself, Sam." Her gaze settled warmly on her friend. "We've had our moments, good and bad, but I gotta hand it to you, man. You've been a solid friend. Here's to the crazy memories we've made and the ones still to come. Happy Birthday, Trouty Mouth!"

With a deep breath, Santana began:

If you're lonely

And need a friend

And troubles seem like

They never end

Just remember to keep the faith

And love will be there to light the way

Anytime you need a friend

I will be here

You'll never be alone again

So don't you fear

Even if you're miles away

I'm by your side

So don't you ever be lonely

Love will make it alright

When the shadows are closing in

And your spirit diminishing

Just remember you're not alone

And love will be there

To guide you home

Anytime you need a friend

I will be here

You'll never be alone again

So don't you fear

Even if you're miles away

I'm by your side

So don't you ever be lonely

It's alright

It's alright, it's alright

Yes, you know it's alright

Oh, don't ever feel it

Oh, I'm by your side don't you ever be lonely

Yeah, anytime

Oh, you'll never be alone

As she slowly let go of the breath she was so anxiously holding, she took a final glance around the audience. Sam whooped and applauded, being his usual upbeat self, and the audience followed suit. All except for one person of course. Out of the corner of her eye, Santana spotted her least favorite Fabray with the same scowl plastered across her face. It shouldn't bother her, but it did. Only after a couple seconds did she finally snap out of it, quickly rushing off the stage to give Sam a hug.

As the echoes of laughter and the last strains of music faded, Quinn found herself lingering in the now-quiet backyard, a mix of emotions swirling within her. Sam approached, a warm smile on his face, ready to gauge her reaction.

"Hey, Quinny! How was the party?" Sam's voice held a note of excitement, oblivious to the storm brewing within Quinn.

"Sam, we need to talk," Quinn's tone was more serious than usual, catching Sam off guard, "About hiring Santana for the wedding. What were you thinking?"

Sam's brow furrowed in confusion. "I thought it'd be a great idea! She's talented and she's been a huge help with planning. Plus, she needed a gig."

Quinn's frustration bubbled to the surface. "You don't get it, Sam. She's... she's not the right fit for this. I had a vision for this wedding, and I don't want her involved."

Sam's expression softened as he tried to reason with her. "Quinn, she's been amazing with ideas and organization. She's genuinely trying to help. Why does it matter who's doing it as long as it turns out great?"

"It matters to me, Sam!" Quinn's voice edged with agitation. "I want this to be perfect, and having her involved just... it's not what I want."

Sam sighed, resorting to his one secret weapon. With the cute puppy dog eyes even Quinn's cold demeanor couldn't withstand, he said "just give her one chance please, she might surprise you."

Rolling her eyes, Quinn have him a slight nod and walked away, already getting her firing Santana speech ready.