Baby Just Say Yes [3/4]
Title: Baby Just Say Yes
Pairings/Characters in this part: Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Quinn, Puck/Anna(OC), mentions Will/Emma, Kurt, Rachel's dads, Brittany's parents, Santana's mother & brother, mentions the rest of New Directions
Rating: PG-13 all the way through for swears and mentions of sex
Length: ~4,200 for this part (13,700+ total, subject to change)
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
Part 1 | Part 2
Rachel blinked a few times in an attempt to process what had just happened before leaping off the couch and running up the stairs after Quinn. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Quinn!” Rachel called after her. “Quinn, please!”
Quinn had already disappeared into their bedroom by the time the brunette made it up the stairs. She paced the hallway trying to figure out what to do until her Daddy came out of his bedroom and put a hand on her shoulder. Rachel spun around and looked up at him, her eyes wide and tears threatening to spill over.
“Daddy, she thinks I’m cheating on her!” Rachel buried her head into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.
“You need to talk to her, sweetie, not me.”
“I know.” Rachel pulled away and sniffled. “I just thought she trusted me more than this.”
“Honey, I’m not trying to sound like I’m taking sides here but I think she’s got kind of a reason. You have been doing quite a bit of sneaking lately. I know it’s for a good reason but maybe you need to let her in a little bit more. Look at this from her side.”
“Kind of ironic, isn’t it?” Rachel said with a small laugh. “She thinks I’m cheating, I’m planning a wedding.”
Rachel turned around in time to see the bedroom door open and a pillow, blanket, and pajamas fly out and hit the adjacent wall. The door shut again and Rachel sighed.
“Go talk to her,” her Daddy said. He kissed the top of Rachel’s head and she nodded and turned back to the bedroom door.
Rachel took a few deep breaths and nervously clutched her lower lip between her teeth as she slowly opened the bedroom door and stepped in. Quinn was sitting in the middle of the bed hugging a pillow to her chest staring at the playpen.
“Quinn,” Rachel said softly from the door. “Quinn we need to talk about this, please. I would never in a million years even think about being unfaithful to you.”
“Then what the hell are you doing to me?!” Quinn growled. “You keep sneaking off saying you’re with Santana and you’re doing…Oh God, please tell me it’s not her!”
Rachel sighed. “Quinn, I’m not sleeping with Santana or anyone else except for you. Please, sweetheart…I promise you.”
Quinn swallowed hard and her hands trembled in her lap. Rachel carefully crawled into bed and settled herself next to the blonde.
“Please just tell me,” Quinn whispered. “Rachel, please. If you are, just tell me.”
“I’m not. I need you to trust me. Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Quinn?”
Quinn shook her head. “I do trust you,” she whispered. “I just…I want the truth.”
Rachel reached up and cupped Quinn’s face in her hand and turned the blonde’s head to face her.
“I love you, Quinn. I love you and only you.”
Quinn nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “I love you too. Can you please stop this sneaking around, though? Please?”
Rachel smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Quinn’s lips. “Okay, no more sneaking. Let’s go to bed, okay? We have an early morning tomorrow.”
Quinn arched her eyebrow.
“We have plans with Brittany and Santana and Kurt. Breakfast. I mean…unless you still want to leave.”
Quinn gave a weak smile and shook her head. “We’ll stay.”
“You alright?” Rachel slipped her fingers through Quinn's hair and the blonde pushed her head against Rachel's hand.
“I…I’m sorry, Rach. I just…I’m sorry. I should trust you, and I do. I do…I just don’t want to lose you. ”
Rachel hugged Quinn and kissed down her neck. “I’m so sorry, baby. I promise you, I promise you right now that I will never betray you like that, okay?” Rachel pulled back and cupped Quinn’s face in her hands again and kissed her forehead. “I need you to really trust me right now, though. I swear to you it will be worth it.”
Quinn nodded and the pair snuggled down under the covers, Quinn wrapped her arms protectively around the brunette and they drifted to sleep.
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Santana was up early Friday morning, nervous as hell and pacing the hotel room floor wringing her hands. She was already ready to go, they were meeting Rachel and Quinn at the courthouse at nine to get their licenses then it was to Kurt’s store for a quick breakfast, last minute fittings, hair, and makeup. She looked at Brittany who was curled up in the king-sized bed.
The Latina knew she shouldn’t be nervous. She’d been with Brittany since they were sixteen and yeah, it was rocky for a little bit when they were living in Chicago but they had moved on from it and as far as she was concerned their relationship was stronger than it had ever been. This was just…weird. She was going to get married. To Brittany. They’d played “wedding” when they were kids and always said they would do it someday but she never really given it much thought until it had been brought up again two weeks ago.
She watched the blonde’s chest rise and fall and she checked the clock again and decided it was time to wake up her future wife.
“B, it’s time to get up,” Santana whispered. She softly stroked Brittany’s arm and the blonde mumbled a little bit. “Come on babe, we’ve got stuff to do today. We’re having breakfast, remember?”
Brittany rolled over and smiled. “Morning sex?”
“I wish, but we don’t have time.”
Santana pressed a kiss to Brittany’s forehead and threw the covers back. Brittany growled. After more coaxing from Santana the blonde finally rolled out of bed and started getting ready. Santana bounced around the hotel room a few times and kept pacing nervously until Brittany was done and announced she was ready to leave. The Latina pulled the blonde out the door and down the stairs to their car. Her hands were shaking as she turned the ignition and made her way through town to the courthouse. When she pulled into the parking lot she stared out the windshield at the large building and she could feel Brittany’s eyes on her.
“Is this a new restaurant?”
“No…it’s the courthouse.”
“Why are we here? Are you going to jail?”
“I…I’m not going to jail, B.”
“On those shows about courthouses someone always goes to jail.”
“You can go to a courthouse for other reasons than going to jail. Like…to get a marriage license.”
“Oh.” Brittany nodded. “So why are we here?”
Santana sighed, slightly frustrated. “To get a marriage license, B.”
“Why would we do that?”
“So we can get married.”
“When are we getting married?”
“This afternoon.”
Brittany nodded then started shaking her head. “What?”
“All that stuff that Rachel and I have been doing all week and last week, it’s a wedding. You and me. Rachel and Quinn. We’re getting married this afternoon at the park.”
“B-but I don’t have a dress.”
“Yes you do, it’s at Kurt’s store.”
“But I have a dress I want…”
“I know. I got one really close to it.”
“So…we’re having a wedding?”
“Yeah. Everything is taken care of. Your family will be there, my family, Rachel’s dads, all our friends.”
Brittany screeched and she bounced up and down excitedly and threw her arms around the Latina.
“I love you!” Brittany shrieked. “Oh my gosh! I’m getting married! Like when we were kids!”
Santana nodded and a blue mini-van navigated by a brunette with a blonde in the passenger seat pulled into the parking lot caught her eye. Rachel pulled the van up next to Santana’s car and Quinn had on her angry face and was waving her hands wildly and Santana just smirked.
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Quinn was up a few minutes before Rachel because Isabelle had started crying. Rachel roused and checked the clock and groaned. It was only just after four in the morning. Rachel knew the twins would wake up but she wished they hadn’t. She needed sleep if she was going to pull off the wedding she wanted. She got out of bed just as Quinn settled down with Isabelle to change her. Rachel picked up Olivia and a second diaper and like robots she and Quinn went through their routine of changing, feeding, burping, feeding again, burping again, and rocking to sleep before they settled back into bed.
“Do we have to go to breakfast?” Quinn groaned.
Rachel snuggled up against the blonde’s back and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I promised.”
“I want a nap when we get home.”
“Uh-huh.”
Rachel drifted back to sleep and was awoken again at seven, first by her alarm clock and then by the twins. Again, she and Quinn went through their routine, putting “get babies dressed” in place of getting them to sleep. Quinn took her turn in the bathroom first, followed by Rachel. They loaded the two car seats in the van even though Rachel and her dads insisted that the twins would be just fine staying there but Quinn refused to leave them alone, even for a few hours. Rachel quickly hopped into the driver’s seat and Quinn scowled. The brunette drove through Lima calmly but Quinn noticed right away that Rachel was going nowhere near where they usually had breakfast.
“Where are we going?”
“To meet Santana and Brittany.”
“What about Kurt?”
“Uh…”
“Where are we meeting them?”
“You ask a lot of questions, Quinn.”
Quinn growled. “Rachel…I do not want a repeat of last night.”
“We’re going to meet Santana and Brittany because we have something we need to do before we meet Kurt for breakfast. And I’m not going to tell you what we’re doing until we get there.”
There was a silence for a few minutes and Rachel spotted the courthouse. She smiled when she caught a glimpse of Santana’s car in the parking lot and an empty space next to them.
“Rachel, this isn’t funny anymore, okay? The sneaking around and not telling me things. It’s not cute or mysterious, it’s irritating and I want to know what is going on.”
“You’re about to find out, just be patient.”
“No!” Quinn started pointing her finger at Rachel. “I am done being patient! I've been patient! I want you to tell me right now what the hell is going on! Dammit, Rachel I thought I made it very clear last night that I wanted this sneaking around to stop!” Quinn was waving her hands like a mad woman. Rachel pulled into the parking space next to Santana’s car. “You wonder why I accused you of cheating?! Just think about what you’ve doing for the last couple of weeks…”
“Quinn…”
“You’ve been hiding phone calls, trying to hide receipts, sneaking in late after random emergencies you won’t tell me about…this isn’t fair, Rachel! Tell me right now.”
“We’re getting married, Quinn!” Rachel shrieked. Olivia started crying and Quinn was speechless. She blinked a few times before reaching back to the back seat to find Olivia’s pacifier and she stuck it in the infant’s mouth to quiet her down.
“It’s a wedding, okay?! Santana and I have been working to plan a double wedding for this afternoon. Brittany didn’t know about it, either. We wanted to surprise you guys so you wouldn’t have to do any of the work because I know you’re already stressed with taking care of the twins all day when I’m working and Brittany’s still working on running her studio. We’re here,” Rachel pointed out the windshield to the building in front of them, “to get a marriage license. The wedding is this afternoon in the park and the reception is tonight at the Elks Lodge because the Country Club was booked. You have a dress at Kurt’s, we’re going there for breakfast to do last minute fittings, hair, and makeup. Okay?”
There was a knock on Quinn’s window and the blonde turned around to see Brittany bouncing up and down with a huge smile on her face. Quinn turned back to Rachel.
“I…you…wedding…”
Rachel nodded. “Yes. I'm sorry I raised my voice, Quinn, but it's been hell hiding this from you and I asked you to trust me and it felt like you still didn't.”
“Wedding?” Quinn’s jaw dropped.
“That’s what I said, yes.”
“M-marriage license?”
Rachel furrowed her eyebrows when Quinn turned a little pale. “Quinn, are you okay?”
There was another knock on Quinn’s window and Santana yelled for them to hurry up. Rachel held up a finger and mouthed for her to hold on.
“You…planned a wedding…in two weeks?”
“My dads did a lot of it, I’m pretty sure I owe Kurt about a million and a half favors or at least lifetime tickets to my show complete with paying his travel expenses, but yes, I planned a wedding in two weeks. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be.”
Quinn shook her head. “I’m such a bitch.”
“No you’re not,” Rachel sighed. “You’re just a little…paranoid. And I’m sure your post-pregnancy hormones have generously contributed.”
Quinn finally smiled and reached out to slip her hand behind Rachel’s neck. She pulled her over and kissed her, tongues dueled and Rachel grinned a little until there was yet another knock on Quinn’s window. Quinn reached back with her other hand and flipped Brittany and Santana the bird and finally had to pull away for air.
“I love you,” the blonde whispered when she pulled away.
“Love you, too. Let’s go make this official, shall we?”
Quinn nodded and opened her door. She was met with a huge hug from Brittany and Santana shaking her head and grumbling about schedules and plans. Quinn almost let it slip that the Latina sounded remarkably like Rachel but she refrained for fear of walking down the aisle with a black eye.
Once the licenses were retrieved the two couples met Kurt at his store for doughnuts and coffee and Brittany and Quinn’s fittings. Santana and Rachel sat in Kurt’s office while their brides-to-be got fitted since Brittany insisted that they couldn’t see each other in their wedding dresses.
“I can’t believe we pulled it off,” Santana said. “I mean, I can believe that I did because I can keep my mouth shut and B can be a little oblivious sometimes. But you?” Santana laughed. “You couldn’t keep a secret if your life depended on it.”
“I’ll have you know that my secret-keeping abilities have drastically improved since high school, thank you. I almost broke last night when Quinn accused me of having an affair but I was able to take control of the situation.”
There was a knock at the door and each woman grabbed a car seat containing an infant and went out to the show room where Quinn and Brittany were waiting in their street clothes with huge smiles on their faces.
“How did you know?!” Brittany shrieked.
“I found your book,” Santana said. “The one with all of your wedding stuff in it.”
Brittany jumped up and down a few times and wrapped her arms around Santana’s neck and kissed her. Quinn grabbed the car seat out of the Latina’s hand and she and Rachel shook their heads.
“Do you like yours?” Rachel asked.
“I love it.” Quinn smiled and kissed the brunette. “I’m so sorry…again.”
“It’s okay. Even though your behavior was slightly irrational I understand your motives for feeling paranoid.”
Quinn shook her head and smiled.
Makeup and hair went smoothly. Rachel’s dads came by with lunch and to take Isabelle and Olivia while dresses were put on and last minute adjustments were made. Rachel and Brittany got ready first and took Santana's car to the park. There were chairs set up next to the pond and guests were already arriving. Rachel hugged Puck, Finn, and Allie and checked on the twins who were under umbrellas in the front row with Anna and Rachel's dads watching over them. Brittany was excited to see ducks were on the pond. Rachel helped Brittany keep the edge of her dress up off the ground and led her to one of the two small, white tents in the back where they sat and waited for their cues.
Rachel heard Santana's voice finally followed by Quinn’s and Kurt came in to do last minute makeup touches.
“Did Quinn’s parents show up?” Rachel asked while Kurt was smoothing out her slightly curly hair and re-applying lip gloss.
“Not that I saw.”
“I can't say I'm all that surprised. Tell Noah, please.”
Kurt nodded and Rachel hugged him before he left. The minutes ticked by but felt like hours. Rachel straightened out Brittany’s bouquet of yellow tulips a few times and kept peeking out one of the small windows of the tent. She saw her dads standing outside the tent and she bounced a little. Her Dad opened the flap and peeked in and smiled. Rachel hugged Brittany and the blonde squealed.
“Thank you, Rach. You know, for all of this. See you on the married side!”
Rachel giggled and took a deep breath before exiting the tent and stepping out to the end of the aisle with her dads. The crowd stood and turned, Rachel scanned the faces of Brittany and Santana's families, and her friends. All of the glee club had managed to get there as well as Mr. Schuester and the former Ms. Pillsbury along with their three children. Quinn’s parents were indeed nowhere to be found, Rachel shook her head a little and just focused as she felt herself slowly moving forward. She watched Allie who was waiting patiently next to the minister and the rabbi after having done her flower-girl duties and she smiled.
Rachel kissed each of her dads on the cheek and took her place on the right side of the aisle and bounced with anticipation. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and when she opened them again there was Quinn standing at the other end of the aisle, Puck next to her with their arms linked. Although she’d seen the dress she was absolutely stunned at how beautiful Quinn looked in it. It was about the same length as her own, reaching to Quinn’s ankles. There was ruffle on the shoulders down to the neckline and patterns sewn on the skirt. Rachel smiled brightly and blinked back a few tears as she watched her wife-to-be slowly make her way towards her.
Puck kissed Quinn on the cheek and smiled when they reached Rachel.
“It’s about time, Baby Mama,” he said. Quinn giggled and rolled her eyes a little. “Berry, you better be good to her.”
Rachel shook her head. “Noah, Quinn and I have been together for years. And you said the same thing when we moved.”
“Just making sure you keep it up.” He winked and leaned down to kiss Rachel’s cheek before taking his seat in the front row.
Rachel and Quinn turned to face each other and Rachel took Quinn’s hands into her own. The brunette didn’t really hear what was being said but she paid attention to key words to know when she was supposed to bow her head in prayer or when to take the silver bands from Puck and slip one on Quinn's finger and have the blonde do the same to her,.
The minister recited the vows and Rachel squeezed the blonde’s hands a little when Quinn sniffled and said “I do.”
The rabbi repeated the vows and Rachel took a deep breath. “I do,” she said with a smile and a few tears.
More words that Rachel was only vaguely aware of were said and she perked up at “you may now kiss the bride” and she did just that.
While everything was being shuffled for the second wedding Isabelle started crying and Quinn and Rachel went to the two umbrella shaded car seats and they each picked one up.
“It’s too hot to cover up to nurse,” Quinn sighed. “You think they’ll kill me if I miss it?”
“They’ll get over it,” Rachel said. “We’ll get a recording of it.”
Quinn smiled and Rachel followed her back down the aisle to Santana who was standing outside of her tent with her brother.
“Sorry S, babies are hungry,” Quinn said when she ducked into the tent.
“You guys really are old,” Santana said with a smirk.
Rachel scoffed and slipped into the tent.
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Santana watched out the little plastic window in the tent as Rachel and Quinn recited their vows and said their “I do’s”. Her brother opened the flap when they finished and she smiled at him and he motioned for her to step outside. She reached up and fixed his tie and smoothed out his jacket a little.
“You look so much like Papi, Carlos.” The Latina sighed and glanced down the aisle to see Quinn and Rachel making their way back up it, each with a car seat followed by Brittany’s father.
“I wish he could be here, San. I wish he was the one walking you down the aisle.”
“He's here, mi hermano. He’s watching.” Santana smiled and glanced up at the pale blue sky.
“He’d be really proud of you, you know? Getting out of here and making something of yourself.” Carlos dug around in his pockets and produced a ring on a chain. He reached around Santana’s neck and fastened it. “Mami told me to give you this before you went down the aisle. It’s Papi’s wedding ring.”
Santana covered the ring with her hand and blinked back a few tears. Carlos gave a weak smile and leaned down to kiss the top of her head before pulling her into a hug.
“Sorry S, babies are hungry,” Quinn said when she reached the end of the aisle. She ducked inside the tent and Santana pulled out of her brother's embrace and carefully dabbed away at the few rogue tears that had managed to escape.
“You guys really are old,” the Latina said with a smirk. Rachel scoffed and slipped into the tent with Quinn.
Santana turned back to Carlos and he offered his arm. The Latina linked her arm with his and she stood at the end of the aisle and glanced around at her friends and family. Her mother was in the front row sobbing, Rachel’s dads were consoling her. Before she took a step she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around to see Brittany’s father looking down at her, his blue eyes watery.
“I know you uh…you take good care already, ja?” he spoke with a thick Dutch accent. His eyebrows furrowed. “Uh…you are always good to her, my little Brittany. You keep doing that.”
Santana nodded. “I will, I promise.”
He nodded again and patted her shoulder before taking a deep breath and turning to Brittany’s tent. Carlos led his sister down the aisle and Santana stopped to hug her mother before she took her place on the right side of the minister. Carlos kissed her cheek and Santana reached up to absentmindedly tug at the chain around her neck.
Brittany had the brightest smile Santana had ever seen when the blonde was being walked down the aisle by her father. The brunette grinned at how stunning Brittany looked in her simple floor length white dress with ruffles around the curved neckline and thin strap looping around the back of her neck. Brittany’s father had tears streaming and Brittany’s mother was sitting in the front row attempting to look stoic but Santana took notice of the woman’s bright red eyes and her occasional sniffle. The Latina took a deep breath and grinned when Brittany hugged not only her own mother but Santana’s as well and whispered something to her that made the Latina woman smile, kiss Brittany's forehead and burst into tears again. Brittany left her bouquet of yellow tulips with her mother and Santana took her hand and tugged her forward.
“What'd you say to her?” Santana asked.
“That I'll love you forever. Only I said it in Spanish. I think that's the only thing Mr. Schue taught me that I actually remember.” Brittany grinned.
Santana blinked back a few more tears and turned her attention to the minister who started reading out of her book. She looked back at Brittany and dark eyes locked with blue.
“I love you,” the blonde mouthed.
“I love you, too,” Santana whispered.
Santana had picked out second rings to accompany their originals and Brittany gasped when Kurt handed them over. Santana wasted no time when the minister told her she could kiss her bride and she dipped Brittany back and giggled before pressing a kiss to the blonde's lips and momentarily losing herself in said kiss. She was brought out of it by a whistle from Puck followed by a loud “smack” and a, “Shit, Anna! That one hurt! I was just kidding!” and a giggle from Allie. Santana rolled her eyes and pulled Brittany back up and the minister made the announcement for the reception.
Part 4
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Dresses loosely based off of these pictures:
Faberry
Brittana
Pairings/Characters in this part: Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Quinn, Puck/Anna(OC), mentions Will/Emma, Kurt, Rachel's dads, Brittany's parents, Santana's mother & brother, mentions the rest of New Directions
Rating: PG-13 all the way through for swears and mentions of sex
Length: ~4,200 for this part (13,700+ total, subject to change)
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
Part 1 | Part 2
Rachel blinked a few times in an attempt to process what had just happened before leaping off the couch and running up the stairs after Quinn. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Quinn!” Rachel called after her. “Quinn, please!”
Quinn had already disappeared into their bedroom by the time the brunette made it up the stairs. She paced the hallway trying to figure out what to do until her Daddy came out of his bedroom and put a hand on her shoulder. Rachel spun around and looked up at him, her eyes wide and tears threatening to spill over.
“Daddy, she thinks I’m cheating on her!” Rachel buried her head into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.
“You need to talk to her, sweetie, not me.”
“I know.” Rachel pulled away and sniffled. “I just thought she trusted me more than this.”
“Honey, I’m not trying to sound like I’m taking sides here but I think she’s got kind of a reason. You have been doing quite a bit of sneaking lately. I know it’s for a good reason but maybe you need to let her in a little bit more. Look at this from her side.”
“Kind of ironic, isn’t it?” Rachel said with a small laugh. “She thinks I’m cheating, I’m planning a wedding.”
Rachel turned around in time to see the bedroom door open and a pillow, blanket, and pajamas fly out and hit the adjacent wall. The door shut again and Rachel sighed.
“Go talk to her,” her Daddy said. He kissed the top of Rachel’s head and she nodded and turned back to the bedroom door.
Rachel took a few deep breaths and nervously clutched her lower lip between her teeth as she slowly opened the bedroom door and stepped in. Quinn was sitting in the middle of the bed hugging a pillow to her chest staring at the playpen.
“Quinn,” Rachel said softly from the door. “Quinn we need to talk about this, please. I would never in a million years even think about being unfaithful to you.”
“Then what the hell are you doing to me?!” Quinn growled. “You keep sneaking off saying you’re with Santana and you’re doing…Oh God, please tell me it’s not her!”
Rachel sighed. “Quinn, I’m not sleeping with Santana or anyone else except for you. Please, sweetheart…I promise you.”
Quinn swallowed hard and her hands trembled in her lap. Rachel carefully crawled into bed and settled herself next to the blonde.
“Please just tell me,” Quinn whispered. “Rachel, please. If you are, just tell me.”
“I’m not. I need you to trust me. Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Quinn?”
Quinn shook her head. “I do trust you,” she whispered. “I just…I want the truth.”
Rachel reached up and cupped Quinn’s face in her hand and turned the blonde’s head to face her.
“I love you, Quinn. I love you and only you.”
Quinn nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “I love you too. Can you please stop this sneaking around, though? Please?”
Rachel smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Quinn’s lips. “Okay, no more sneaking. Let’s go to bed, okay? We have an early morning tomorrow.”
Quinn arched her eyebrow.
“We have plans with Brittany and Santana and Kurt. Breakfast. I mean…unless you still want to leave.”
Quinn gave a weak smile and shook her head. “We’ll stay.”
“You alright?” Rachel slipped her fingers through Quinn's hair and the blonde pushed her head against Rachel's hand.
“I…I’m sorry, Rach. I just…I’m sorry. I should trust you, and I do. I do…I just don’t want to lose you. ”
Rachel hugged Quinn and kissed down her neck. “I’m so sorry, baby. I promise you, I promise you right now that I will never betray you like that, okay?” Rachel pulled back and cupped Quinn’s face in her hands again and kissed her forehead. “I need you to really trust me right now, though. I swear to you it will be worth it.”
Quinn nodded and the pair snuggled down under the covers, Quinn wrapped her arms protectively around the brunette and they drifted to sleep.
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Santana was up early Friday morning, nervous as hell and pacing the hotel room floor wringing her hands. She was already ready to go, they were meeting Rachel and Quinn at the courthouse at nine to get their licenses then it was to Kurt’s store for a quick breakfast, last minute fittings, hair, and makeup. She looked at Brittany who was curled up in the king-sized bed.
The Latina knew she shouldn’t be nervous. She’d been with Brittany since they were sixteen and yeah, it was rocky for a little bit when they were living in Chicago but they had moved on from it and as far as she was concerned their relationship was stronger than it had ever been. This was just…weird. She was going to get married. To Brittany. They’d played “wedding” when they were kids and always said they would do it someday but she never really given it much thought until it had been brought up again two weeks ago.
She watched the blonde’s chest rise and fall and she checked the clock again and decided it was time to wake up her future wife.
“B, it’s time to get up,” Santana whispered. She softly stroked Brittany’s arm and the blonde mumbled a little bit. “Come on babe, we’ve got stuff to do today. We’re having breakfast, remember?”
Brittany rolled over and smiled. “Morning sex?”
“I wish, but we don’t have time.”
Santana pressed a kiss to Brittany’s forehead and threw the covers back. Brittany growled. After more coaxing from Santana the blonde finally rolled out of bed and started getting ready. Santana bounced around the hotel room a few times and kept pacing nervously until Brittany was done and announced she was ready to leave. The Latina pulled the blonde out the door and down the stairs to their car. Her hands were shaking as she turned the ignition and made her way through town to the courthouse. When she pulled into the parking lot she stared out the windshield at the large building and she could feel Brittany’s eyes on her.
“Is this a new restaurant?”
“No…it’s the courthouse.”
“Why are we here? Are you going to jail?”
“I…I’m not going to jail, B.”
“On those shows about courthouses someone always goes to jail.”
“You can go to a courthouse for other reasons than going to jail. Like…to get a marriage license.”
“Oh.” Brittany nodded. “So why are we here?”
Santana sighed, slightly frustrated. “To get a marriage license, B.”
“Why would we do that?”
“So we can get married.”
“When are we getting married?”
“This afternoon.”
Brittany nodded then started shaking her head. “What?”
“All that stuff that Rachel and I have been doing all week and last week, it’s a wedding. You and me. Rachel and Quinn. We’re getting married this afternoon at the park.”
“B-but I don’t have a dress.”
“Yes you do, it’s at Kurt’s store.”
“But I have a dress I want…”
“I know. I got one really close to it.”
“So…we’re having a wedding?”
“Yeah. Everything is taken care of. Your family will be there, my family, Rachel’s dads, all our friends.”
Brittany screeched and she bounced up and down excitedly and threw her arms around the Latina.
“I love you!” Brittany shrieked. “Oh my gosh! I’m getting married! Like when we were kids!”
Santana nodded and a blue mini-van navigated by a brunette with a blonde in the passenger seat pulled into the parking lot caught her eye. Rachel pulled the van up next to Santana’s car and Quinn had on her angry face and was waving her hands wildly and Santana just smirked.
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Quinn was up a few minutes before Rachel because Isabelle had started crying. Rachel roused and checked the clock and groaned. It was only just after four in the morning. Rachel knew the twins would wake up but she wished they hadn’t. She needed sleep if she was going to pull off the wedding she wanted. She got out of bed just as Quinn settled down with Isabelle to change her. Rachel picked up Olivia and a second diaper and like robots she and Quinn went through their routine of changing, feeding, burping, feeding again, burping again, and rocking to sleep before they settled back into bed.
“Do we have to go to breakfast?” Quinn groaned.
Rachel snuggled up against the blonde’s back and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I promised.”
“I want a nap when we get home.”
“Uh-huh.”
Rachel drifted back to sleep and was awoken again at seven, first by her alarm clock and then by the twins. Again, she and Quinn went through their routine, putting “get babies dressed” in place of getting them to sleep. Quinn took her turn in the bathroom first, followed by Rachel. They loaded the two car seats in the van even though Rachel and her dads insisted that the twins would be just fine staying there but Quinn refused to leave them alone, even for a few hours. Rachel quickly hopped into the driver’s seat and Quinn scowled. The brunette drove through Lima calmly but Quinn noticed right away that Rachel was going nowhere near where they usually had breakfast.
“Where are we going?”
“To meet Santana and Brittany.”
“What about Kurt?”
“Uh…”
“Where are we meeting them?”
“You ask a lot of questions, Quinn.”
Quinn growled. “Rachel…I do not want a repeat of last night.”
“We’re going to meet Santana and Brittany because we have something we need to do before we meet Kurt for breakfast. And I’m not going to tell you what we’re doing until we get there.”
There was a silence for a few minutes and Rachel spotted the courthouse. She smiled when she caught a glimpse of Santana’s car in the parking lot and an empty space next to them.
“Rachel, this isn’t funny anymore, okay? The sneaking around and not telling me things. It’s not cute or mysterious, it’s irritating and I want to know what is going on.”
“You’re about to find out, just be patient.”
“No!” Quinn started pointing her finger at Rachel. “I am done being patient! I've been patient! I want you to tell me right now what the hell is going on! Dammit, Rachel I thought I made it very clear last night that I wanted this sneaking around to stop!” Quinn was waving her hands like a mad woman. Rachel pulled into the parking space next to Santana’s car. “You wonder why I accused you of cheating?! Just think about what you’ve doing for the last couple of weeks…”
“Quinn…”
“You’ve been hiding phone calls, trying to hide receipts, sneaking in late after random emergencies you won’t tell me about…this isn’t fair, Rachel! Tell me right now.”
“We’re getting married, Quinn!” Rachel shrieked. Olivia started crying and Quinn was speechless. She blinked a few times before reaching back to the back seat to find Olivia’s pacifier and she stuck it in the infant’s mouth to quiet her down.
“It’s a wedding, okay?! Santana and I have been working to plan a double wedding for this afternoon. Brittany didn’t know about it, either. We wanted to surprise you guys so you wouldn’t have to do any of the work because I know you’re already stressed with taking care of the twins all day when I’m working and Brittany’s still working on running her studio. We’re here,” Rachel pointed out the windshield to the building in front of them, “to get a marriage license. The wedding is this afternoon in the park and the reception is tonight at the Elks Lodge because the Country Club was booked. You have a dress at Kurt’s, we’re going there for breakfast to do last minute fittings, hair, and makeup. Okay?”
There was a knock on Quinn’s window and the blonde turned around to see Brittany bouncing up and down with a huge smile on her face. Quinn turned back to Rachel.
“I…you…wedding…”
Rachel nodded. “Yes. I'm sorry I raised my voice, Quinn, but it's been hell hiding this from you and I asked you to trust me and it felt like you still didn't.”
“Wedding?” Quinn’s jaw dropped.
“That’s what I said, yes.”
“M-marriage license?”
Rachel furrowed her eyebrows when Quinn turned a little pale. “Quinn, are you okay?”
There was another knock on Quinn’s window and Santana yelled for them to hurry up. Rachel held up a finger and mouthed for her to hold on.
“You…planned a wedding…in two weeks?”
“My dads did a lot of it, I’m pretty sure I owe Kurt about a million and a half favors or at least lifetime tickets to my show complete with paying his travel expenses, but yes, I planned a wedding in two weeks. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be.”
Quinn shook her head. “I’m such a bitch.”
“No you’re not,” Rachel sighed. “You’re just a little…paranoid. And I’m sure your post-pregnancy hormones have generously contributed.”
Quinn finally smiled and reached out to slip her hand behind Rachel’s neck. She pulled her over and kissed her, tongues dueled and Rachel grinned a little until there was yet another knock on Quinn’s window. Quinn reached back with her other hand and flipped Brittany and Santana the bird and finally had to pull away for air.
“I love you,” the blonde whispered when she pulled away.
“Love you, too. Let’s go make this official, shall we?”
Quinn nodded and opened her door. She was met with a huge hug from Brittany and Santana shaking her head and grumbling about schedules and plans. Quinn almost let it slip that the Latina sounded remarkably like Rachel but she refrained for fear of walking down the aisle with a black eye.
Once the licenses were retrieved the two couples met Kurt at his store for doughnuts and coffee and Brittany and Quinn’s fittings. Santana and Rachel sat in Kurt’s office while their brides-to-be got fitted since Brittany insisted that they couldn’t see each other in their wedding dresses.
“I can’t believe we pulled it off,” Santana said. “I mean, I can believe that I did because I can keep my mouth shut and B can be a little oblivious sometimes. But you?” Santana laughed. “You couldn’t keep a secret if your life depended on it.”
“I’ll have you know that my secret-keeping abilities have drastically improved since high school, thank you. I almost broke last night when Quinn accused me of having an affair but I was able to take control of the situation.”
There was a knock at the door and each woman grabbed a car seat containing an infant and went out to the show room where Quinn and Brittany were waiting in their street clothes with huge smiles on their faces.
“How did you know?!” Brittany shrieked.
“I found your book,” Santana said. “The one with all of your wedding stuff in it.”
Brittany jumped up and down a few times and wrapped her arms around Santana’s neck and kissed her. Quinn grabbed the car seat out of the Latina’s hand and she and Rachel shook their heads.
“Do you like yours?” Rachel asked.
“I love it.” Quinn smiled and kissed the brunette. “I’m so sorry…again.”
“It’s okay. Even though your behavior was slightly irrational I understand your motives for feeling paranoid.”
Quinn shook her head and smiled.
Makeup and hair went smoothly. Rachel’s dads came by with lunch and to take Isabelle and Olivia while dresses were put on and last minute adjustments were made. Rachel and Brittany got ready first and took Santana's car to the park. There were chairs set up next to the pond and guests were already arriving. Rachel hugged Puck, Finn, and Allie and checked on the twins who were under umbrellas in the front row with Anna and Rachel's dads watching over them. Brittany was excited to see ducks were on the pond. Rachel helped Brittany keep the edge of her dress up off the ground and led her to one of the two small, white tents in the back where they sat and waited for their cues.
Rachel heard Santana's voice finally followed by Quinn’s and Kurt came in to do last minute makeup touches.
“Did Quinn’s parents show up?” Rachel asked while Kurt was smoothing out her slightly curly hair and re-applying lip gloss.
“Not that I saw.”
“I can't say I'm all that surprised. Tell Noah, please.”
Kurt nodded and Rachel hugged him before he left. The minutes ticked by but felt like hours. Rachel straightened out Brittany’s bouquet of yellow tulips a few times and kept peeking out one of the small windows of the tent. She saw her dads standing outside the tent and she bounced a little. Her Dad opened the flap and peeked in and smiled. Rachel hugged Brittany and the blonde squealed.
“Thank you, Rach. You know, for all of this. See you on the married side!”
Rachel giggled and took a deep breath before exiting the tent and stepping out to the end of the aisle with her dads. The crowd stood and turned, Rachel scanned the faces of Brittany and Santana's families, and her friends. All of the glee club had managed to get there as well as Mr. Schuester and the former Ms. Pillsbury along with their three children. Quinn’s parents were indeed nowhere to be found, Rachel shook her head a little and just focused as she felt herself slowly moving forward. She watched Allie who was waiting patiently next to the minister and the rabbi after having done her flower-girl duties and she smiled.
Rachel kissed each of her dads on the cheek and took her place on the right side of the aisle and bounced with anticipation. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and when she opened them again there was Quinn standing at the other end of the aisle, Puck next to her with their arms linked. Although she’d seen the dress she was absolutely stunned at how beautiful Quinn looked in it. It was about the same length as her own, reaching to Quinn’s ankles. There was ruffle on the shoulders down to the neckline and patterns sewn on the skirt. Rachel smiled brightly and blinked back a few tears as she watched her wife-to-be slowly make her way towards her.
Puck kissed Quinn on the cheek and smiled when they reached Rachel.
“It’s about time, Baby Mama,” he said. Quinn giggled and rolled her eyes a little. “Berry, you better be good to her.”
Rachel shook her head. “Noah, Quinn and I have been together for years. And you said the same thing when we moved.”
“Just making sure you keep it up.” He winked and leaned down to kiss Rachel’s cheek before taking his seat in the front row.
Rachel and Quinn turned to face each other and Rachel took Quinn’s hands into her own. The brunette didn’t really hear what was being said but she paid attention to key words to know when she was supposed to bow her head in prayer or when to take the silver bands from Puck and slip one on Quinn's finger and have the blonde do the same to her,.
The minister recited the vows and Rachel squeezed the blonde’s hands a little when Quinn sniffled and said “I do.”
The rabbi repeated the vows and Rachel took a deep breath. “I do,” she said with a smile and a few tears.
More words that Rachel was only vaguely aware of were said and she perked up at “you may now kiss the bride” and she did just that.
While everything was being shuffled for the second wedding Isabelle started crying and Quinn and Rachel went to the two umbrella shaded car seats and they each picked one up.
“It’s too hot to cover up to nurse,” Quinn sighed. “You think they’ll kill me if I miss it?”
“They’ll get over it,” Rachel said. “We’ll get a recording of it.”
Quinn smiled and Rachel followed her back down the aisle to Santana who was standing outside of her tent with her brother.
“Sorry S, babies are hungry,” Quinn said when she ducked into the tent.
“You guys really are old,” Santana said with a smirk.
Rachel scoffed and slipped into the tent.
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Santana watched out the little plastic window in the tent as Rachel and Quinn recited their vows and said their “I do’s”. Her brother opened the flap when they finished and she smiled at him and he motioned for her to step outside. She reached up and fixed his tie and smoothed out his jacket a little.
“You look so much like Papi, Carlos.” The Latina sighed and glanced down the aisle to see Quinn and Rachel making their way back up it, each with a car seat followed by Brittany’s father.
“I wish he could be here, San. I wish he was the one walking you down the aisle.”
“He's here, mi hermano. He’s watching.” Santana smiled and glanced up at the pale blue sky.
“He’d be really proud of you, you know? Getting out of here and making something of yourself.” Carlos dug around in his pockets and produced a ring on a chain. He reached around Santana’s neck and fastened it. “Mami told me to give you this before you went down the aisle. It’s Papi’s wedding ring.”
Santana covered the ring with her hand and blinked back a few tears. Carlos gave a weak smile and leaned down to kiss the top of her head before pulling her into a hug.
“Sorry S, babies are hungry,” Quinn said when she reached the end of the aisle. She ducked inside the tent and Santana pulled out of her brother's embrace and carefully dabbed away at the few rogue tears that had managed to escape.
“You guys really are old,” the Latina said with a smirk. Rachel scoffed and slipped into the tent with Quinn.
Santana turned back to Carlos and he offered his arm. The Latina linked her arm with his and she stood at the end of the aisle and glanced around at her friends and family. Her mother was in the front row sobbing, Rachel’s dads were consoling her. Before she took a step she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around to see Brittany’s father looking down at her, his blue eyes watery.
“I know you uh…you take good care already, ja?” he spoke with a thick Dutch accent. His eyebrows furrowed. “Uh…you are always good to her, my little Brittany. You keep doing that.”
Santana nodded. “I will, I promise.”
He nodded again and patted her shoulder before taking a deep breath and turning to Brittany’s tent. Carlos led his sister down the aisle and Santana stopped to hug her mother before she took her place on the right side of the minister. Carlos kissed her cheek and Santana reached up to absentmindedly tug at the chain around her neck.
Brittany had the brightest smile Santana had ever seen when the blonde was being walked down the aisle by her father. The brunette grinned at how stunning Brittany looked in her simple floor length white dress with ruffles around the curved neckline and thin strap looping around the back of her neck. Brittany’s father had tears streaming and Brittany’s mother was sitting in the front row attempting to look stoic but Santana took notice of the woman’s bright red eyes and her occasional sniffle. The Latina took a deep breath and grinned when Brittany hugged not only her own mother but Santana’s as well and whispered something to her that made the Latina woman smile, kiss Brittany's forehead and burst into tears again. Brittany left her bouquet of yellow tulips with her mother and Santana took her hand and tugged her forward.
“What'd you say to her?” Santana asked.
“That I'll love you forever. Only I said it in Spanish. I think that's the only thing Mr. Schue taught me that I actually remember.” Brittany grinned.
Santana blinked back a few more tears and turned her attention to the minister who started reading out of her book. She looked back at Brittany and dark eyes locked with blue.
“I love you,” the blonde mouthed.
“I love you, too,” Santana whispered.
Santana had picked out second rings to accompany their originals and Brittany gasped when Kurt handed them over. Santana wasted no time when the minister told her she could kiss her bride and she dipped Brittany back and giggled before pressing a kiss to the blonde's lips and momentarily losing herself in said kiss. She was brought out of it by a whistle from Puck followed by a loud “smack” and a, “Shit, Anna! That one hurt! I was just kidding!” and a giggle from Allie. Santana rolled her eyes and pulled Brittany back up and the minister made the announcement for the reception.
Part 4
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Dresses loosely based off of these pictures:
Faberry
Brittana
