Baby Just Say Yes [2/4]
Title: Baby Just Say Yes
Pairings/Characters in this part: Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Quinn, Puck/Anna(OC)
Rating: PG-13 all the way through for swears and mentions of sex
Length: ~1,500 for this part (13,700+ total)
Summary: When it is realized that neither Rachel and Quinn or Brittany and Santana are legally married Rachel and Santana secretly team up to rectify the situation.
Author's Note: See Part 1
It took plenty of sneaking around on Rachel and Santana’s parts and they both got yelled at more than once for their secrecy but by the time they left for Lima the majority of the wedding and after party were set up. Quinn and Brittany were frustrated but completely clueless. Santana just told Brittany she wanted to go back to see her family and the blonde agreed and so they followed Quinn and Rachel on the ten hour drive from New York to Lima. Santana started getting angry about halfway there because they had to stop for a second time so the twins could be changed and fed, Rachel told her to drive on ahead if she didn't like it and Santana mumble something about a defective GPS and went to buy snacks. When they did finally get to the town, Brittany and Santana headed straight for their hotel while Rachel and Quinn dropped Allie off at Puck’s house and they chatted for a little bit with Puck and Anna who was just beginning her third trimester with their first son.
“So, Berry, you guys got any big plans for this week?” Puck asked with a smirk.
Rachel put on her best innocent smile. “Just visiting.”
“Really? That’s all?”
“Yes, Noah.”
“Because, you know, you should throw a party or something. Wear lots of white.”
“Noah, shut up,” Anna said.
Puck smirked. Anna smacked the back of his head. Allie laughed. Quinn looked at Rachel and the brunette took that moment to check on the baby in her arms to make sure Olivia was still asleep and sucking away on her pacifier.
Rachel and Quinn set up the playpen in Rachel’s old bedroom at her dads’ house; the men insisted they stay there instead of the hotel with Santana and Brittany like they had planned. Their first evening there Quinn threatened to leave Rachel in Lima because the brunette had locked herself in a closet to talk to Santana about food choices.
Sunday afternoon Rachel snuck out while Quinn was napping to meet Santana at Kurt’s clothing store to check on their dresses. He’d worked diligently on tailoring a similar dress to the picture Rachel had sent him of the one Brittany wanted. Santana gave her approval. Rachel checked over Quinn’s dress and prayed that it would fit right because Quinn had been a little angsty over her body and what carrying the twins had done to it.
Santana had already ordered her dress and had it shipped to Kurt’s store. She tried it on and Rachel blinked a few times. The dress was off both shoulders and reached to the floor, and very loose aside from the belt Santana had chosen to put around her waist. Rachel was certain she’d seen dresses very similar to that while doing research for a paper on the sixties in high school.
“It’s not what I would’ve chosen,” Rachel said.
“This is my wedding, too, Berry. Except for the belt this dress looks almost exactly like the one my mother was married in which was also my grandmother's that was destroyed in a fire. Problem with that?”
Rachel shook her head and took a few steps back.
“Let me guess, Rachel,” Kurt said, “you’re going to wear an argyle sweater and plaid skirt? Mary Jane’s and knee socks?”
“Funny, Kurt. My play was nominated for a Tony last year, you think I don’t have my own stylist by now? By the way, if you ever move to New York I’m going to introduce you to him. He’s definitely your type. Reminds me a lot of Finn…” Rachel winked.
Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed, exasperated. “What are you looking for, then?”
“You’re the expert here.” Rachel smirked.
Kurt groaned and started going through the racks of white dresses he’d picked out from his stock. Rachel tried on seven of them before she found the one she wanted. The top was rather tight and showed off her curves very well. It was one shoulder, the sleeve and bottom half were mostly lace. Plenty of her tan skin was showing through but she didn’t look too bare.
“So, Friday afternoon? Outside? In the park? You do know it’s supposed to be ninety-three degrees, right?” Kurt asked while he was adjusting the one sleeve of Rachel’s dress.
“Yes and once I found that out I insisted we could do it indoors and Brittany wouldn’t be too disappointed,” Rachel said. “But Brittany likes parks and therefore, because Santana is a pushover, it will be in the park. You’ll be there, right?”
“Of course. When are you planning on telling them?”
“Friday morning,” Santana said from the jewelry counter. “We have to go to the courthouse to get the licenses. And I am not a pushover, Berry. I like parks, too. It was my idea.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “And then the reception Friday evening. Unfortunately the Elks Lodge was the only open hall for the weekend. I was hoping for the Country Club but we’ll deal with it.”
“They better take down the dead stuffed animals. Especially the duck,” Santana said. “I don’t want B freaking out.”
“Daddy has assured me that a staff member has said all dead animals will be removed and stored somewhere that no one can see them.”
Kurt finished pinning Rachel’s dress and the brunette pulled it off and changed back into her clothes. She and Santana said their goodbyes before heading back to their respective staying places. Rachel was glad that Quinn was still asleep when she got home and she curled up next to her fiancée. When Santana got back to the hotel Brittany was waiting with her swimsuit on and the pair went swimming and took full advantage of the empty hotel pool house and lock on the door.
-*-*-*-*-*-
The rest of the week was filled with Rachel and Santana checking on flowers and food and Rachel being obsessive over the fact that they couldn’t find enough matching chairs for the tables at the reception hall. Santana only felt like killing her a few times and Kurt accused her of getting soft and Santana insisted that she was only learning how to tune out everything Rachel said and did.
Everything went off without a hitch until Thursday. Rachel came into her dads’ house late after an emergency call from Santana that she’d been to the reception hall and there were still dead animals stuck to the walls and she couldn’t get them down. It took a call to Puck to bring power tools, the realization that the animals were actually anchored and glued to the walls and there was no way to get them down, a quick trip to Wal-Mart for some cheap white sheets, and an hour of fighting with said sheets to cover up all of the stuffed woodland creatures for the crisis to be considered managed.
Rachel slipped in the front door, the living room was dark and she let out a relieved sigh. She tip-toed across the living room to the stairs and kind of hoped Quinn was still awake upstairs so they could get in a little time to themselves but her thoughts were cut off when one of the lamps by the couch turned on. Rachel screamed and clutched her chest.
“Quinn! You scared me! Is everything okay?”
“What’s this?” Quinn asked coldly, tossing papers onto the coffee table.
Rachel looked down at the papers. “Shit,” she mumbled. It was the receipts for the flower orders her fathers had placed that she had signed for on Tuesday.
“I haven’t gotten any flowers from you,” Quinn growled.
“Quinn it’s not what you think…”
“Really? Because what I see here are orders for flower arrangements I’ve never seen. With your signature. And I just find it odd that we leave New York and you decide to start sending flowers out and sneaking around all of a sudden.”
“Quinn…”
“I’m going to ask you this one time, Rachel,” Quinn sighed. “Please, please tell me the truth. Are you cheating on me?”
“Quinn!” Rachel practically leapt over the coffee table and onto the couch next to the blonde. She reached out to take Quinn’s hands but was met with a growl and Quinn pulling away.
“Don’t touch me, Rachel. Are you fucking cheating on me?”
“Quinn, just give me a chance to explain, please.”
“Oh God…” Quinn buried her head in her hands. “This isn’t happening…this isn’t happening. How could you do this to me?”
“I’m not cheating on you, Quinn. Would I have proposed if I were? Really?”
“I don’t know, Rachel,” Quinn hissed. “I think I would know from experience that cheaters will do some pretty desperate things to keep their partners around.”
“You have to believe me, Quinn.” Rachel reached out again to wrap her arm around Quinn’s shoulders.
“I said don’t touch me!” Quinn shrieked and pulled away yet again and stood. “Just…leave me alone. I’m taking Isabelle and Olivia and leaving in the morning, you can fly back.” The blonde’s jaw trembled as she quickly made her way up the stairs.
Part 3
Pairings/Characters in this part: Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Quinn, Puck/Anna(OC)
Rating: PG-13 all the way through for swears and mentions of sex
Length: ~1,500 for this part (13,700+ total)
Summary: When it is realized that neither Rachel and Quinn or Brittany and Santana are legally married Rachel and Santana secretly team up to rectify the situation.
Author's Note: See Part 1
It took plenty of sneaking around on Rachel and Santana’s parts and they both got yelled at more than once for their secrecy but by the time they left for Lima the majority of the wedding and after party were set up. Quinn and Brittany were frustrated but completely clueless. Santana just told Brittany she wanted to go back to see her family and the blonde agreed and so they followed Quinn and Rachel on the ten hour drive from New York to Lima. Santana started getting angry about halfway there because they had to stop for a second time so the twins could be changed and fed, Rachel told her to drive on ahead if she didn't like it and Santana mumble something about a defective GPS and went to buy snacks. When they did finally get to the town, Brittany and Santana headed straight for their hotel while Rachel and Quinn dropped Allie off at Puck’s house and they chatted for a little bit with Puck and Anna who was just beginning her third trimester with their first son.
“So, Berry, you guys got any big plans for this week?” Puck asked with a smirk.
Rachel put on her best innocent smile. “Just visiting.”
“Really? That’s all?”
“Yes, Noah.”
“Because, you know, you should throw a party or something. Wear lots of white.”
“Noah, shut up,” Anna said.
Puck smirked. Anna smacked the back of his head. Allie laughed. Quinn looked at Rachel and the brunette took that moment to check on the baby in her arms to make sure Olivia was still asleep and sucking away on her pacifier.
Rachel and Quinn set up the playpen in Rachel’s old bedroom at her dads’ house; the men insisted they stay there instead of the hotel with Santana and Brittany like they had planned. Their first evening there Quinn threatened to leave Rachel in Lima because the brunette had locked herself in a closet to talk to Santana about food choices.
Sunday afternoon Rachel snuck out while Quinn was napping to meet Santana at Kurt’s clothing store to check on their dresses. He’d worked diligently on tailoring a similar dress to the picture Rachel had sent him of the one Brittany wanted. Santana gave her approval. Rachel checked over Quinn’s dress and prayed that it would fit right because Quinn had been a little angsty over her body and what carrying the twins had done to it.
Santana had already ordered her dress and had it shipped to Kurt’s store. She tried it on and Rachel blinked a few times. The dress was off both shoulders and reached to the floor, and very loose aside from the belt Santana had chosen to put around her waist. Rachel was certain she’d seen dresses very similar to that while doing research for a paper on the sixties in high school.
“It’s not what I would’ve chosen,” Rachel said.
“This is my wedding, too, Berry. Except for the belt this dress looks almost exactly like the one my mother was married in which was also my grandmother's that was destroyed in a fire. Problem with that?”
Rachel shook her head and took a few steps back.
“Let me guess, Rachel,” Kurt said, “you’re going to wear an argyle sweater and plaid skirt? Mary Jane’s and knee socks?”
“Funny, Kurt. My play was nominated for a Tony last year, you think I don’t have my own stylist by now? By the way, if you ever move to New York I’m going to introduce you to him. He’s definitely your type. Reminds me a lot of Finn…” Rachel winked.
Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed, exasperated. “What are you looking for, then?”
“You’re the expert here.” Rachel smirked.
Kurt groaned and started going through the racks of white dresses he’d picked out from his stock. Rachel tried on seven of them before she found the one she wanted. The top was rather tight and showed off her curves very well. It was one shoulder, the sleeve and bottom half were mostly lace. Plenty of her tan skin was showing through but she didn’t look too bare.
“So, Friday afternoon? Outside? In the park? You do know it’s supposed to be ninety-three degrees, right?” Kurt asked while he was adjusting the one sleeve of Rachel’s dress.
“Yes and once I found that out I insisted we could do it indoors and Brittany wouldn’t be too disappointed,” Rachel said. “But Brittany likes parks and therefore, because Santana is a pushover, it will be in the park. You’ll be there, right?”
“Of course. When are you planning on telling them?”
“Friday morning,” Santana said from the jewelry counter. “We have to go to the courthouse to get the licenses. And I am not a pushover, Berry. I like parks, too. It was my idea.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “And then the reception Friday evening. Unfortunately the Elks Lodge was the only open hall for the weekend. I was hoping for the Country Club but we’ll deal with it.”
“They better take down the dead stuffed animals. Especially the duck,” Santana said. “I don’t want B freaking out.”
“Daddy has assured me that a staff member has said all dead animals will be removed and stored somewhere that no one can see them.”
Kurt finished pinning Rachel’s dress and the brunette pulled it off and changed back into her clothes. She and Santana said their goodbyes before heading back to their respective staying places. Rachel was glad that Quinn was still asleep when she got home and she curled up next to her fiancée. When Santana got back to the hotel Brittany was waiting with her swimsuit on and the pair went swimming and took full advantage of the empty hotel pool house and lock on the door.
-*-*-*-*-*-
The rest of the week was filled with Rachel and Santana checking on flowers and food and Rachel being obsessive over the fact that they couldn’t find enough matching chairs for the tables at the reception hall. Santana only felt like killing her a few times and Kurt accused her of getting soft and Santana insisted that she was only learning how to tune out everything Rachel said and did.
Everything went off without a hitch until Thursday. Rachel came into her dads’ house late after an emergency call from Santana that she’d been to the reception hall and there were still dead animals stuck to the walls and she couldn’t get them down. It took a call to Puck to bring power tools, the realization that the animals were actually anchored and glued to the walls and there was no way to get them down, a quick trip to Wal-Mart for some cheap white sheets, and an hour of fighting with said sheets to cover up all of the stuffed woodland creatures for the crisis to be considered managed.
Rachel slipped in the front door, the living room was dark and she let out a relieved sigh. She tip-toed across the living room to the stairs and kind of hoped Quinn was still awake upstairs so they could get in a little time to themselves but her thoughts were cut off when one of the lamps by the couch turned on. Rachel screamed and clutched her chest.
“Quinn! You scared me! Is everything okay?”
“What’s this?” Quinn asked coldly, tossing papers onto the coffee table.
Rachel looked down at the papers. “Shit,” she mumbled. It was the receipts for the flower orders her fathers had placed that she had signed for on Tuesday.
“I haven’t gotten any flowers from you,” Quinn growled.
“Quinn it’s not what you think…”
“Really? Because what I see here are orders for flower arrangements I’ve never seen. With your signature. And I just find it odd that we leave New York and you decide to start sending flowers out and sneaking around all of a sudden.”
“Quinn…”
“I’m going to ask you this one time, Rachel,” Quinn sighed. “Please, please tell me the truth. Are you cheating on me?”
“Quinn!” Rachel practically leapt over the coffee table and onto the couch next to the blonde. She reached out to take Quinn’s hands but was met with a growl and Quinn pulling away.
“Don’t touch me, Rachel. Are you fucking cheating on me?”
“Quinn, just give me a chance to explain, please.”
“Oh God…” Quinn buried her head in her hands. “This isn’t happening…this isn’t happening. How could you do this to me?”
“I’m not cheating on you, Quinn. Would I have proposed if I were? Really?”
“I don’t know, Rachel,” Quinn hissed. “I think I would know from experience that cheaters will do some pretty desperate things to keep their partners around.”
“You have to believe me, Quinn.” Rachel reached out again to wrap her arm around Quinn’s shoulders.
“I said don’t touch me!” Quinn shrieked and pulled away yet again and stood. “Just…leave me alone. I’m taking Isabelle and Olivia and leaving in the morning, you can fly back.” The blonde’s jaw trembled as she quickly made her way up the stairs.
Part 3