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"What do you think? It's the most important day of my life." He chuckled nervously, looking around the full church. He felt everyone's eyes on him and it made him squirm, not in a good way. "What if I ruin everything? What if I forget my vows? I can't fuck this up."

"Do not swear, we are in a church!" She slapped his arm. "We went through this, Sam. We wrote these vows together and there's no way I will let you ruin it, okay?" She cupped his face with her palm and brushed the skin slowly. "I have got your back."

"Thank you, Quinn." He pulled the blonde into his arms and squeezed her softly, taking comfort in the familiar scent of jasmine and oranges. She always smelled like spring time.

"You better get a room or your better half may end up thinking you are leaving them, for the pretty blonde." A familiar voice broke the two blondes apart.

"Way to ruin a moment, Berry." Quinn rolled her eyes, patting her best friend's shoulder in comfort as they all took their places, at the altar. She couldn't help but cast a last longing glance at the brunette, who stood opposite to her holding onto her own bouquet.

"Stop eyefucking her, you'll have plenty of time to do it during the reception." Sam elbowed her gently, earning another slap on his arm. "Stop manhandling me, woman. It's my day!" He whined softly, turning his eyes down the aisle toward the main door.

"Stop being a jerk." She whispered back and stood a bit straighter, knowing the ceremony was supposed to start in a very few moments.

Like she had predicted, the priest had finally joined them at altar as the wedding march slowly started playing. All the guests raised from their seats, turning on their sides to follow as the bride slowly walked down the aisle. Rachel couldn't help but smile at the sight of her best friend being walked down the aisle by her father, whilst Quinn reached for Sam's hand to squeeze it in reassurance as both their eyes followed Mercedes getting closer to them.

Once the brunette was given away to Sam by her dad, she just glanced over the soon-to-be spouses' frames to the other brunette standing at the altar, sharing a meaningful and knowing smile. Their best friends were so lucky to have found each other...

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Rachel sat on her own at one of the guest tables, surrounded by some of her close friends and some of Mercedes' relatives. She was nursing another glass of champagne, looking around the hall room where the reception was being held. She spotted Sam and Mercedes lovingly feeding each other, bursting out in laughs that filled her heart with joy and a longing for something that she had not experienced yet. How much she wished she had someone to share that kind of happiness with. Her young life had been so focused on achieving her career goals, that she had forgotten about finding someone to share that success with.

"Hey, Rach." A familiar voice from her past startled her out of her daydream. She looked up to find her ex-boyfriend from high school standing there, with hands tucked inside the pockets of his trousers.

"Hello, Finn:" She couldn't help the annoyance in her tone. Years passed by, yet Finn was still sort of living through the days of their glorious past, when he was the star Quarterback and she was the loser who pined over him.

"I saw you alone and I thought I could come and say hi." He took her initial greeting as an invitation to take a seat, turning that longing for that someone into a desperate need. She had no intentions to indulge him nor make him think they still had a chance at happiness. Their worlds had grown so apart, that she barely remembered the happy moments of their relationship.

"That was considerate of you, FInn." She nodded and looked away from him. Her eyes surprisingly fell onto a familiar blonde girl, who was twirling a small brunette girl on the dance floor. The 7 years old kid squealed happily as she was spun around, never missing a beat, as Quinn led their dance with easiness and no false enthusiasm. She was genuinely having a good time.

"How are you? I heard you made it big on Broadway." He flashed him one of his trademark smiles, that used to make her knees go weak when they were young and ingenue teenagers. He used to be the biggest escape she had, besides her music, but when she had realized she could have gotten better, she just saw him for who he really was. He had no ambitions to make it out of Lima. He had no intentions of being anything more than his glorious past.

"Yes, I actually received my first Tony nomination last year." She downed the rest of her now lukewarm champagne. Her eyes kept on switching back and forth between Finn's face and the blonde on the dance floor, who was now entertaining a small boy. The little guy was standing on her shoes, with his arms around her waist as they slow danced. "How are you holding up, Finn? Is Burt's shop doing well?" She tried to find an easy topic to entertain him with, unable to really pay attention to anyone but the girl on the dance floor.

"-and next month I will be in New York to meet a potential supplier, maybe we could go out for a dinner? You could show me around the City." He covered her hand with his own, effectively startling her and making her glass tumble down onto the floor, shattering.

"Oh, I am so sorry Finn." She tried to wipe the stain on his pant with a clean cloth, but upon hearing the familiar muttering "mailman", she just stopped and looked away from him. "You should try and wash that away in the bathroom."

"Oh definitely." He muttered and left in a hurry, using the front of his long jacket covering any embarrassing bulge that might have dampened the mood of the ceremony.

Rachel dropped to her knees, trying to gather some of the glasses with her bare hands and prevent people to step onto them and hurt themselves. She didn't notice how edgy a piece of glass was, until it was too late and it cut her across the skin of her thumb. "Ouch." She brought the offended finger to her mouth, sucking on the small bleeding wound.

"Don't do that, some small glass could inadvertently be still inside the wound." A husky voice came from her right, before soft hands grabbed her wrist, pulling it away from her mouth. "Let me check." Quinn carefully pressed on the wound, feeling around it for any potential external object still inside the wound.

"I thought you were a writer and not another dreamy member of Grey's Anatomy's cast." What should have sounded like a sarcastic remark, turned into an unintentional flirty comment that made Quinn's eyebrow raise in amusement.

"You think I am dreamy?" She chuckled and tugged the brunette to her feet, letting her take a seat on her chair before grabbing an ice-cube from the bucket, in the middle of the rounded table. "Keep it pressed here and the wound will stop bleeding." She dabbed the wound with the edges of the cube, making the brunette wince for the coldness. "Don't be a baby, it's just cold."

"Tell that to my wounded finger." She huffed in protest, wishing she could cross her arms over her chest, to support her melodramatic comment.

"There, there." Quinn brought her finger to her mouth and kissed it gently, winking at the now blushing brunette. "It was a great day to save lives, Miss Berry." She smirked and released the grip around Rachel's wrist, walking away with a smile plastered on her face.

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Most of the guests had already left. The dancing room was almost empty, except for some couples who were still enjoying one last slow dance before going home and call it a night. Sam and Mercedes were off to their airport, for their honeymoon trip and Quinn was on her way to her room, having wisely decided to go back to New York the morning after. She was in no condition to drive or jump on a red-eye flight.

With her shoes in her left hand, she walked up to the concierge to retrieve her key when she spotted Rachel there, talking animatedly with the guy behind the counter. The brunette was obviously frustrated and she could tell by the way she kept on moving her hands, sighing and almost wanting to pull at her hair.

"Is there a problem, here?" Quinn walked up to the counter, switching her gaze between the tired brunette and the guy, who didn't look like the brightest crayon in the box.

"I was trying to reason with this guy about my accommodation, but it seems they have misplaced my booking and suitcase." Rachel stared at the guy with a death glare, something that could have frozen hell.

"Actually, Miss Berry, we do have your suitcase here but we don't have any available room where to put you." He shrugged and pointed to the small trolley at his feet. He lifted it over the counter, effectively passing it to the brunette who sighed even louder.

"Look. We are all obviously tired, so maybe Miss Berry can take advantage of my spacious room and we settle this, as amicably as possible." Quinn grabbed the suitcase, from its handle, and lifted it with ease. "C'mon, Rachel, we had a long day and I just want to lie down once for all." She started her way towards the elevator, chuckling when the brunette threatened the guy to have her lawyer sue the hotel for their lack of organization and sensible customer management.

"I am sorry for causing you this disturbance, Quinn:" Rachel followed the taller blonde into her room, closing the door behind her as she took in the size of the place. "Wow. What did you do to get a room so big?" She walked around in awe, getting a glimpse of the spacious tub inside the bathroom as well.

"Sam's dad loves me like his own daughter. I guess part of him always wanted me to become part of the family, but he had to deal with the fact I didn't swing that way." Quinn plopped herself down on the bed, having left the small suitcase by the door. "Make yourself comfortable. I am going to jump in the shower quickly and then head straight to bed, New York is waiting for me tomorrow afternoon." She got back on her feet and tugged at the zip behind her back, letting her dress pool around her bare feet. After years of sharing a locker with other girls, she really didn't have a problem with standing half naked in front of Rachel, but it seemed that the state of nakedness was making the brunette blush hard. "Oops, I am sorry for making you uncomfortable. I'll go change in the bathroom." She grabbed her night shirt and walked to the en-suite bathroom, making sure to add some more sway to her hips.

"God, I swear she is doing that on purpose." Rachel hid her face behind her hands, unable to add the effect the blonde writer was having on her.

When Quinn emerged from the bathroom, 15 minutes later, she was surprised to find the brunette lying on the left side of the bed, wearing a nightgown that left very few to her imagination. She couldn't help but see why Sam had hinted about her peculiar way to stare at the brunette. God, she was gorgeous. From her long and bronzed thighs, to her petite waist and full breasts and, last but not least, her captivating eyes. Had she been a man, she would have been probably sporting a , but she had been blessed with an impeccable self control.

The writer crawled on the empty side of the bed and rolled on her side, wondering how she would be able to get the remote out of Rachel's dead grip. Leaning over the brunette, she carefully lifted the girl's wrist from the bed and crossed it over her stomach, effectively setting the remote free. Making sure the brunette was still fast asleep, she just shut the silent TV off and placed the remote on the nightstand, ready to settle on her own side of the bed and get some rest herself.

Although, it looked like Rachel had something against it. The brunette was still visibly dreaming, but it still gave her the chance to roll on her side and cuddle up into Quinn's front, effectively closing her arms around her waist in a soft embrace. The blonde couldn't do much, besides going along with it, not wanting to wake the brunette girl up. Settling on her side, she loosely draped her arms around the girl's head, cradling it gently against her chest as Rachel snored softly.

"God, you are cute." Quinn whispered quietly. Her lips curled in a gentle smile, feeling a sense of warmth fill her heart as her eyes took into Rachel's relaxed and peaceful features. Not knowing what else to do, the taller woman tugged the blanket over their bare legs and just settled down against the brunette, slowly succumbing to the exhaustion and the comfort of her embrace.