Santana chewed on the side of her pinkie fingernail while she waited for her mom to pick up the phone. Every few seconds a hand dropped to pet (really, there was no other words for it), the head of the girl that was lying beside her. Quinn wasn't exactly cuddled up to her. She was lying on her side, her arm propping her head up. If she moved just a few inches closer, they would be touching, but as it was they only touched when Santana's hand brushed her head.

Finally there was a hiccup on the phone, and Mrs. Lopez's voice came through. "Hola, carina, how are you?"

"Mami," Santana said excitedly, bouncing in the bed at the sound of her mother's voice. She put the phone on speaker. "Guess what?"

"You got a promotion!"

"No."

"You're treating me to a cruise?"

"Um…no."

Maribel gasped. "I'm a grand mom!"

Santana shook her head in exaggeration and Quinn laughed. "No, mami, but you're getting warmer. I'm getting married!" There was a moment of expected silence on the other end of the line, but when two minutes passed and Mrs. Lopez had yet to say anything, Santana's smile fell. "Mami?"

"Santana Lopez! When I gave you my mother's ring, it was to place on the hand of the woman you were going to spend the rest of your life with, not someramera baratayou met in a bar."

"Mom!" Santana protested. "I didn't give abuela's ring to some floozy!"

"Well you haven't called home about any one recently, so she can't be anyone respectable if you cannot tell your own mother about her. How could you do this to me? How could you do this to mi corazón? How could you do this to Quinn?" Quinn quirked an eyebrow. "That poor girl. You've been stringing her along for years now. Did you think about how she is going to feel?" She moved to take the phone off of speaker, but Quinn beat her to it. She grabbed the phone from the bed, and held it out of her reach. "Your father and I did not raise you-,"

"Mami!" Santana hissed.

Give me the phone,she mouthed at Quinn. Quinn shook her head, grinning. "-to be some lady of the night. Just because you're gay doesn't absolve you from matters of common decency, and a decent woman admits to it if she has feelings-,"

"Mom," Santana moaned. "Please stop talking!"

"I willnot," Mrs. Lopez said stubbornly. "It's time I've said it! Santana, I have-,"

"Quinn's on the phone right now, mami. You're on speaker!"

"I'm…on-,"

"Hello, Mrs. Lopez!" Quinn called cheekily.

"Quinn! " Mrs. Lopez said eagerly, recognizing Quinn's voice. "Is that really you, sweetie?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Oh, it's lovely to hear from you again. And don't call me ma'am. You've been putting up with enough of my daughter's shenanigans that you can call me mom, you hear?"

A stunned look crossed Quinn's face. "Okay,mom. What was that you were saying about feelings?"

Santana scowled at Quinn. "Mami, por favor, te lo ruego," she pleaded.

It was almost as if they could see her wink through the phone. "I'll tell you later," Mrs. Lopez promised. "What's this I hear about Santanita getting married?"

"That's what I was calling to tell you, mami. IproposedtoQuinn."

"Oh thank you, God." Santana's mom said. "I was totally beginning to worry. Judy's going to be pissed." Mrs. Lopez sounded absolutely giddy about that fact.

"Tell me about it," Quinn mumbled.

Somehow Maribel caught it. "Oh, not that you're getting married to a woman, Quinn, she already knew that that was going to happen." Santana pointed a finger at her.I told you so, she mouthed. "So when's the big day?"

"Weekend after next."

"That's so soon!" she protested.

"We don't want some big to do," Santana said, and beside her Quinn pouted. Santana rolled her eyes before leaning down and kissing her. "Until after Puck's wedding. We figure we can have a big ceremony then, or whatever. Next weekend though, we're just going to have a little ceremony. Just the parents, Brittany, and Mercedes."

"Are you sure, baby? I've got an emergency wedding kit on standby. You'd be surprised at what I can put together in two weeks."

"I'll let you go crazy for the reception," Santana promised. "We gotta go, mami, we still have to call Judy."

"Okay. Hasta luega, mijas. Te queiro."

"Te amo, mami, even though you embarrassed me in front of my wife."

"Get used to it," Maribel laughed a very Santana laugh and hung up the phone. Santana glared at Quinn. "You are so dead," she promised her.

"So, what is this about stringing poor Quinnie along?"

"Call Judy," Santana commanded.

With a wide grin, Quinn picked up her cell phone and called her mother. "Do you think your mom was serious about my mom knowing?"

"Barbie, it's practically written on you in neon letters that were a big fab gay!"

Quinn pointed a finger in Santana's face. "Don't call me Barbie, Lopez." Quinn paused. "Why am I tellingmymother again?"

"Because you want her to be there, and stuff?"

"I'm not entirely sold on whether or notIwant to be there."

Santana rolled her eyes. "You're totally breaking my heart, babe."

"Whatever, we both know you don't have one."

"Dial," Santana hissed.

"Already…oooh, hi mom!" With a glare from Santana, she put the phone on speaker, sitting it beside her on the bed, out of reach.

"Hello Quinn," Judy said, gaily, her voice sounding louder than Mrs. Lopez's had.

Quinn sighed. "Are you drunk, mother?"

"Of course I'm not drunk, Lucy," Judy said disapprovingly. "I don't walk around with a cocktail glass in my hand."

"Anymore," Quinn muttered.

"So dear, to what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your voice?"

Santana laughed. "Well, um, mom, I was just calling to tell you that me and Santana decided to get married. Weekend after next. We want you to be there."

"Oh, fucking damn that Maribel!"

Well that was not the reaction either girl was expecting. Santana's head jumped up. Oh god, was she about to have to get into a fight with her fiancé's mother?

"Quinn, don't you think that this is something you should spend some more time thinking about? Like maybe a year?"

"Mother!" Quinn gasped.

"Well, this is really sudden. I just want to make sure that you are sure you want to do this. Are you really sure?"

No."Of course I'm sure, mother."

"Okay, forget a year, how about just a few months? This is just so sudden Quinnie."

"We're getting married the weekend after next."

Judy Fabray sighed heavily. "Well, fine, then, but I just want you to know Maribel is going to be impossible to deal with for the next couple of months. I hope you're happy."

"What're you talking about, mother?"

Judy paused, and then surprised them again when she laughed. "Maribel and I had a bet going that you two wouldn't get married before you were 30. You just lost me $10,000, Quinn."

"What the hell is going on in my life?" Quinn muttered. "And why is everyone betting on it?"

Santana merely laughed beside her. "Well, I am so sorry to hear that, mother. We were just calling to let you know that we're getting married next weekend, and we wanted the family to be there."

"Well, you may as well call your father and tell him," Judy instructed. "He'll want to be there, too. He'll cry the whole time, but he'll want to be there."

"Mom, I don't think-"

"Oh, honey, he already knows! We're your parents. Why do you think Russell always insisted you wear dresses? You know what he said when you told us you were pregnant? He said 'At least that means that you're not gay'. Ha!"

She and Santana laughed. Quinn wanted to die. Like she seriously wanted to die, right then and there. How she was still living and breathing was beyond her.

"Boy was he wrong about that!" Santana chuckled. Quinn glared at her, but she only smiled in return as she shifted on the bed.What're you doing?Quinn mouthed nervously.

Payback.Quinn had only a moment to question what exactly that meant before she felt Santana settling in between her legs.

"Those were my same thoughts," Judy went on, as Santana pulled down Quinn's panties, throwing them halfway across the room.

"Santana," Quinn hissed, trying to shut her legs, but Santana easily held them open.

"I only wish though, honey, that you could have figured out all of this before you went and had the baby."

"Mm hmmm…" Quinn hummed softly. Santana's tongue was working its way through her inner folds.

"But all that's in the past!" Judy went on cheerfully. "And now my baby girl's getting married!" Santana drew her tongue slowly along Quinn's slit. "Isn't it amazing?" Santana drew back enough to say before she attached her lips onto Quinn's clit, slightly nibbling at the little mound of bundled nerves.

"Do you think that Frannie will be able to find the time to make it?" Honestly, Frannie was the last thing on Quinn's mind at the moment. "But she's got the boys, and they can be a handful."

Santana enjoyed seeing how Quinn's body trembled beneath the ministrations of her tongue. The fingers of her free hand played on Quinn's abs, lightly tickling her.

"Are you sure you want a small ceremony? I know Maribel has an emergency wedding kit…"

Somehow Santana managed to translate an eye roll into movements between Quinn's legs. Quinn had to bite back on the moan that was threatening to escape. "I told mom," lick, "that she can," nibble, "go crazy," tongue thrust, "as soon as Noah's wedding's over."

Quinn's face was red from her effort to stay silent. Santana looked up, watching the emotions flicker across Quinn's face.Should I stop? Santana teased. The look that Quinn shot her back clearly said,only if you want to die.Santana added her fingers to the equation, and Quinn's mouth opened in surprise. "Oh."

"Did you say something, Quinnie?" Judy questioned.

Quinn took a few breaths through her nose. "No, mother, I…was…umm…there's so…much to do!"

The last exhalation came from surprise when Santana gave her ass a squeeze.

"Quinn, honey, you sound flustered, is everything alright?"

"You do, Quinn," Santana agreed. "Babe, I hope you don't come down with something before the wedding." She scissored her fingers inside of Quinn, and used her thumb to tease her clit since her mouth was no longer on it.

"Yes, that would be awful."

Santana could feel that Quinn was close to giving out. "Judy, we're going to go. I think I'm going to make some soup for Quinn."

"Well, you two havefun," Judy said, and both Santana and Quinn were certain from the way that Judy said that, that she was well aware of what both girls were up to and was highly amused by it.

"You fuck…" Quinn started to say, but as soon as the call was ended, she crashed. "Er…," she panted. "I hate you."

Santana gave her clit a few teasing flicks. "Really?"

Quinn didn't answer. Santana kissed her way up Quinn's body, letting her tongue drag along between the canyons of her breasts. She kissed soft feather light kisses on her collarbone, and paused waiting for permission to actually kiss her on the lips. Quinn nodded, and moaned when she tasted herself on Santana's lips. She found herself holding Santana closer, her tongue bravely adventuring into her mouth to collect it all.

They hadn't done this before. Sure, they'd gone down on each other, but they had never kissed afterwards. She had never spent the day after in Santana's bed, cuddling into her. She had never rested her head on Santana's chest, and listened to the sound of her heart beating. Or heard it accelerate when she reached for Santana's hand, lifting it to her lips. Santana's eyes fell on her and watched as Quinn licked herself off of Santana's fingers. She moaned softly at the sight and feel of her tongue moving in between her digits.

"Mmm….you must really like how you taste."

Quinn gave a soft sound of approval. "I like how I taste on you," she purred. "Do you want to know how you taste on me?"

She would have loved to know that, but she really wasn't looking for any reciprocation, especially since it meant them moving from where they were now. She tightened her hold on Quinn. "Maybe later," she said. "I just want to hold you right now."

And those words had certainly never been uttered before. She pressed herself further into Santana and let her do just that.

Santana was nervous, but then again she couldn't remember a time when Quinn didn't make her nervous. She used to get nervous when they stood in line for confession because rather than skip it or actually tell the truth, Quinn would make up lies, and she worried that hellfire would rain down on her. She was nervous when they started high school because all the guys would be all over her, and Quinn could be too trusting and downright naïve. She worried about her every time she got thrown up in the air, because honestly she was too heavy to be a flier, too heavy, really, to be at the top of the pyramid, but in their cheerleading world being on the top was more of a status symbol than actually logical.

It made her nervous when she started dating, because Quinn didn't have a strong male figure in her life, and she looked for the wrong things when it came to men. She worried when she got pregnant, because she knew that no matter what happened, Quinn would be forever changed by it. It made her nervous whenever Quinn bit, because she knew that she had to bite back, which resulted in some epic fights between them, and from the middle of sophomore year on, anytime Quinn had come up to her in the hallway, it had made her nervous for reasons that Santana had never been able to explain.

Now she was nervous because they had never managed to be everything to each other. They had never quite managed to perfect a relationship where they were both friends and lovers. Quinn had never seemed to manage to open up to her unless there was a man (or that one short time when Quinn had entertained the thought of a girl) in between them. They only talked to each other, had serious conversations, when Quinn was with someone else. When they were back 'on', the times for normal conversations died. They might have gone as far as to get together for lunch every now and then, but most of the times it was more like lunch and a quickie. They had never even gone on a date. And now they were getting married.

"All you have to do is say I do, Lopez," she reminded herself. Even now she didn't have to be everything to Quinn because Quinn wasn't looking for everything; Quinn was just looking for great sex and companionship. That was easy enough to supply, she had been doing it for nearly a decade now. When they got bored with each other, they'd figure something out, and when theyreallygot bored with each other, Santana would probably have to come up with some really good reasons for why Quinn shouldn't leave her…or one of them would probably cheat. Most likely it'd be Quinn. All of Quinn's high school relationships had ended because of cheating. None of Santana's had for the simple fact that the only relationship she'd ever been in was with Brittany, and that ended in a fireball in Lesbos.

On the big day, which wasn't even really that because the four of them, she, Quinn, Mercedes, and Brittany, had just finished having lunch together at a nothing diner a block away from Santana's apartment. Santana was lingering, so Mercedes was lingering with her, even though Mercedes was there for Quinn. "You know, if you back out now, it'll be 10 more years before Quinn has the nerve to try this again."

Santana looked up and over at Mercedes, surprised that she was there, and by her words. "Who said anything about backing out?" Santana questioned. "When have I ever backed down from anything?"

"I'm just saying," Mercedes said. The two of them watched the backs of the two girls that were a few yards in front of them. "You and your blondes," Mercedes joked.

"Quinn's not really a blonde. She just plays one on TV." she laughed at her own joke. "Why do you say that? You know, about not getting married again? Quinn's not in love. She's just going through with this cause I asked. It's like a challenge, and you know Quinn never learned how to back down from them."

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay, let's say that's true. Even if she's marrying you because of that, you've known her for, how long?"

Santana bit down on her lip, thinking it over. She had met Quinn at the end of 7thgrade when she was still Lucy. "16 years."

"Okay, so you tell me, how well does she bounce back from things?"

"Hey, I don't know anyone stronger than Quinn."

"No one's saying that she's not strong. I asked how well would you that say she bounces back." She started to count off on her fingers. "She still carries Beth around with her inside, she was raw enough to let Noah back into her heart because he made himself available, she refuses to make amends with Russell even though he's practically begging to come back into her life, and the two of you have been fucking, pardon my French, for the past 9 years without having anything nailed down. Would high school Quinn have allowed that? No. Quinn gave up on the idea of 2.5 kids and a white picket fence when Finn dumped her and she hasn't picked it back up since then. She might be strong, but it takes her an awfully long time to repair herself."

Quinn and Brittany were stopped at the corner waiting for Mercedes and Santana to catch up. "What're you two back there talking about?" Quinn questioned.

"That ass," Santana said immediately, "and how we were wondering if you would like some fries with that shake."

Quinn gave her infamous eye roll. "You're such a perv."

"You know you like it," Santana returned.

Once they crossed the street, they dropped back again. This time, Santana really did watch Quinn's ass because it was really, really nice.

"You really think that she's into me?" Santana questioned.

Mercedes gave her a constipated look. "You two are idiots, but if you really don't know the answer to that, I dare you to flirt with someone in front of her, and see what happens." Mercedes considered her words. "Only…not Brittany." Santana's eyes moved from the ass of her fiancé, to her high school ex, to the solemn look on Mercedes face. "That would actually just break her heart."

Four and a half hours later, Quinn and Santana were standing underneath a pergola, waiting for the pastor of the Unitarian church on the corner to get off the phone with her husband, who was apparently in the middle of a crisis with their son. The ceremony was set to start in five minutes, and Quinn didn't know if it would be considered rude to remind the Reverend. Santana was shifting from one leg to the other, watching joggers run by. She was wearing a simple peasant gown that Quinn was sure Brittany had picked out, her hair falling down around her shoulders in beautiful waves. She looked like an angel.

For like the first time, ever, Quinn's dress was actually the shorter of the two, but only because Santana's came all the way down to her ankles. Quinn's hung just down to her knees, and was a sort of faded olive green, that was far prettier than it sounded, and brought out the greens in her eyes. To be honest, she hadn't expected Santana to dress up, and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had. Santana's dress had pockets, and with three minutes to go, Santana pulled out their rings. "You might want this," she said, trying on both before she pulled the one that fit her finger off and handed it to Quinn.

The light hit the rings in just the right way, and Quinn noticed the inscription on the inside. "Really, Santana? SOS? You had SOS engraved on our rings?"

Santana smiled. "That's for you, babe. I figured you'd make one last appeal for divine intervention before we do this."

If Quinn wasn't so worried about her hair coming undone, she would have shaken her head. "I can't wrap my head around you, you know that?"

"That's a good thing, right?"

Quinn just curled her lips because there was really no point in doing anything else. "What's 6:3 mean? Coordinates?"

"That's the odds Vegas gives us. Hmm…I forgot to reduce, oh well."

Reverend Carmichael came over at that moment. "Alright is every one present?" She took in the two brides and the six witnesses. Maribel and Judy were standing beside each other, looking teary. Russell looked like something had died, Brittany looked like she had seen a butterfly, and Dr. Lopez tugged at his tie. "Yep, all here and accounted for," Santana joked.

"Okay, than shall we get started?" Santana gave a sideways glance at an impassive Quinn. There was a nod. "The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life.

"Santana and Quinn, I remind you that marriage is a precious gift, a lifelong commitment, and a challenge to love one another more completely each and every day. Please join hands and look into each other's eyes."

They followed Reverend Carmichael's instructions. "Santana, please repeat after me." Reverend Carmichael gave her the script, and Santana repeated it.

"I, Santana Lopez take thee,Quinn Fabray, as my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

It was Quinn's turn. "I Quinn Fabray, take Santana Lopez to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad time, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

They exchanged rings.

"Santana, repeat after me: with this ring, I thee wed, and forever pledge my devotion." Once the words were spoken, Reverend Carmichael turned to Quinn, and they repeated the process.

"Now, please join hands."

Santana gave Quinn's hand a quick squeeze.

"By the act of joining hands you solemnly promise to love, honor, comfort, and cherish each other so long as you both shall live. Therefore, in accordance with the law and by virtue of the authority vested in me by the law I do pronounce you married.

"You came to me as two single people and you will now leave as a married couple, united to each other by the binding contract you have just best of good fortune to both of you."

Quinn let out a breath, Santana gave her a soft smile.

"You may now kiss the bride."

It was Quinn who lunged forward first, but it was a chaste kiss that she placed on Santana's lips. "Well, I guess its official now. Let's go consummate."

This was whispered, but apparently they failed to notice that their guests had moved closer. "How about we do dinner first, and then you guys do that?"

Quinn and Santana looked at each other. "I guess that works too."

Judy looked at her ex. "Russ, you coming?"

He had a look like something had died and he just caught a whiff of the smell. "Why not?" he questioned. He then proceeded to give Santana the world's most awkward hug. "It'll be my treat," he added. Quinn was just as shocked, but she laughed at the stunned look on her wife's face. And whether it was planned, or just the moment gave over to it, Mercedes and Santana started singingTheir Can be Miracles, in a performance that surely would have made Whitney and Mariah proud. They drew a small crowd of people who were wondering why two idiots were singing at the top of their lungs in the middle of the park, and the answer was the same that prompted this event in the first place, 'why not'.

A/N:
Back when this was first posted, I had a lot of people ask what is SOS 6:3. I didn't answer because it was supposed to come up later in the sequel, but it didn't. Song of Solomon 6:3 is: I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.