#7

May 16, 2020

“Okay, so we have the basics covered.” Rachel shuffled through the papers covering half the table. “Blaine, you're in charge of securing the place plus all the formalities. Kurt covers the outfits and the decorations – just no final decisions without consulting everyone.” She gave him a stern look and Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Yes, I know.”

Rachel nodded, satisfied. “Quinn, you take care of the food and compiling the list of people we want to invite. I will secure the music and direct everything.” She made another note on one of the pages. “Now, let's give ourselves a week, and we'll meet here again to discuss our progress. And then–”

A burst of quiet laughter from Quinn cut into her monologue. It sounded a little hysterical. Rachel took her fiancée's hand, concerned.

“Honey? Is everything alright?”

Quinn nodded, wiping tears from her eyes. It took a moment and several calming breaths until she was able to talk properly.

“I'm sorry. I think I'm panicking a little.” She saw Rachel's widening eyes and quickly shook her head. “No, no, I have no doubts. I want to marry you, I promise. It's just… remember how we first met, all four of us together?”

Kurt nodded, understanding dawning. “Yeah. We were there to plan your wedding.” He looked between Quinn and Blaine. “Look how far we've come in three years.”

“God, I was so overwhelmed that night,” Quinn admitted. “It was getting more real by the minute, you and Rachel laying out all these details that needed to be taken care of, and each felt like another rope binding me in a place I was less and less sure I wanted.” She shook her head, incredulous.

Blaine smiled sadly. Kurt took his hand under the table.

“And now look at us,” Blaine said after a beat, mischief twinkling in his eyes already. “We're here again, planning a double queer wedding of the century, with a kid who is perfectly convinced she has four parents.”

“At least two of which are spoiling her rotten,” Quinn sighed, but she couldn't quite contain the happy smile tugging at her lips. “But overall, I'd say we've done alright, don't you think?”

Blaine put his head on Kurt's shoulder. “I'm inclined to agree,” he teased.

Kurt caught Rachel's eyes over the table. Neither of them said anything, but he knew he couldn't have been happier than he was now. And neither could she. 

This was it. This was home.

THE END

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The first time we met

Three years later