"Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

Brittany and Santana dragged their lips apart with a soft smack, though Santana didn't move her hands from Brittany's ass and Brittany left her hands planted firmly on Santana's chest. They looked over at Quinn expectantly.

"What?" Santana spat out venomously.

"I leave you two alone for five minutes, five fucking minutes, and you go at it like rabbits? For God's sake, look at your hair!"

They looked each other over and sheepishly smoothed down each other's hair.

"Did you conveniently forget there are over a hundred people right down that hall?"

"Calm down, Q. We were just about to get changed, it's just Britts and I got a little distracted."

Quinn harrumphed and crossed her arms. "Well change now then."

Brittany looked at Quinn expectantly. "Aren't you going to leave?"

"And risk another horny outbreak? I don't think so."

"But what if I want to change into some special underwear?" Santana shot back.

Quinn glared at the two for a moment. "Fine. But I'm coming back in ten minutes and you two need to be changed by then." Spotting what Brittany probably thought was an inconspicuous eyebrow waggle, Quinn emphasized her point. "Ten minutes, do you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, Q."

Quinn rolled her eyes and turned to walk out. Santana moved forward and placed a hand on her arm, stopping her, with Brittany just a step behind.

"Thank you, Q. You know, for everything. We wanted you in charge of today for a reason. You're here for a reason."

Brittany added, "We're still the Unholy Trinity. Today, with me and Santana, doesn't change anything. It never did and it still won't. We love you, Quinn."

Quinn smiled back at them and pulled them in for a group hug.

"I love you guys too." She indulged them one more sappy smile before pulling back. "But seriously? Of all days to go all hormonal teenager on me, you pick today? It's your wedding for Christ's sake. Your wedding."

"Exactly. So don't we deserve this? Today's, like, supposed to be all about us. Or something."

Brittany nodded in agreement.

Quinn rolled her eyes again and made to turn back around. "Ten. Minutes."

A/N: My headcanon has this happening after the wedding, before the reception, and they wanted a laid back reception so changed into casual clothes (the sappy part of me imagines they wear white sweaters to keep the white thing going), but interpret it how you will :)