"Wow, you're engaged. That must be exciting," the reporter says and thrusts the microphone between you both. "Tell us how that happened."

Rachel loves telling this story and you never tire of hearing it. But when the story ends your brain keeps going. It keeps remembering everything that happened after.

She got you a ring. A huge ring. You asked her if she wanted to astronauts to know you were engaged. She said she wanted aliens from other solar systems to know that you were taken.

New Years come and went. You both spent it in New York at some sort of black and white ball. You were both wearing sequined masks and flowing gowns. She made sure that everyone saw your ring and knew that you were engaged. You didn't even have a pull a Santana and shove it in everyone's face.

You set a date for your wedding by throwing darts at a piece of paper that had the dates for the next three year on it. You didn't do it in your apartment because you didn't have darts and Rachel didn't want to put holes in the walls. So you went to a sports bar down the street and hung it up on their dartboard. Rachel tried unsuccessfully (four times) to hit the calendar, but kept hitting the wall. On your second try you hit a date.

She hugged you right there in the bar and kissed you deeply. Then she was on her phone a second later, calling the wedding planner that you picked out.

Now you're at the Drama Desk Awards amusing all the reporters. All speculation of your relationship with Rachel is gone. Everyone knows. You're sure it was the giant rock on your left hand. It could be the almost as big rock on hers.

Rachel just smiles and looks at you, "I just…it happened all so perfectly. I can't imagine getting married to a more beautiful person. On the inside and…" She leans forward like she's sharing a secret with the reporter, "the outside."

You and the reporter laugh. She's been so great through this whole mess. She was there for you during the opening night of your show with flowers and tears in her eyes. She was there when you read your first so-so review. She woke you up at five o'clock in the morning when the Times review came in. She read it to you word for word and tackles you on the bed, showering you with congratulatory kisses when it came out wonderfully.

She was also there when they announced the Drama Desk nominations for Outstanding Actress in a Musical and you found out that you were both nominated for the same award. You had no idea how that could happen. You're not on the same level as her. You're not of her caliber. Then you wondered if she was going to freak out. If this was going to cause your first major fight.

But she took it in stride. She congratulated you and kissed you, telling you that no matter what happens it won't change anything between you.

Of course you're still praying that she wins. She's the favorite anyway and after her Tony everyone assures you that she's a shoo-in.

"What's it like being engaged and competing for the same award?" the reporter asked.

You elegantly shake your head, "Have you seen her on stage?" you point to your fiancée, "There's no competition."

Rachel smiles lovingly at you and you can't help, but get caught in her gaze. After a few seconds the reporter clears his throat, "Thank you so much ladies. Good luck to you both."

"Thank you," Rachel says for both of you and you move on to the next one.

You hear a familiar laugh behind you. When you look back you see Santana and Brittany laughing with a reporter. You're proud of them. Santana's still the top med student in her class and Brittany is here for her nomination for Outstanding Choreography in a Musical. They're happier than ever. You watch as Santana protectively rests her hand on Brittany's almost unnoticeable baby bump and kisses her radiant wife on the cheek.

A tug on your hand tells you that you were just asked something and haven't been paying attention yet again. "I'm sorry," you say looking at the reporter.

"Any details about the wedding? Have you set a date and picked a venue?"

You nod and look to Rachel for what you're allowed to reveal. She just shrugs in a silent message that tells you to go with it. "August 24th at the Gershwin Theatre."

"Wow," the reporter looks very impressed, "How hard was that? To get the Gershwin?"

You let Rachel take that one. She just smiles, "Well, we had a move a few things around, but it's so worth it."

You still don't know how Rachel did it. She just showed up one evening and told you that you were getting married in the historic Gershwin. You could be wearing a t-shirt and getting married in the Starbucks down the street and you'd still be ecstatic.

"Is it going to be a theatrical wedding?" he asks.

"Oh yes," Rachel grins and goes on about how all of your friends are helping where they can. Kurt is designing the dresses and Lauren, Finn, and Puck are designing and building the set (you still can't believe that your wedding is going to have a 'set'). Blaine, Sam, and Santana are writing the songs that you'll walk down the isle to. Brittany and Mike are planning the movement. You didn't even know that that needed to be planned. Both your mom and her dads are supervising. You're starting to think that theatrical wedding is an understatement. You think you heard something about a choir and there's a bet between your friend whether or not Rachel will sing. You've got your money on yes.

Once you get inside the theatre and sit down, the empty seats for Brittany and Santana beside you, you kiss Rachel's cheek, "Don't forget me in your acceptance speech."

And she doesn't. When her name is called all of the cameras zoom in on both of you, like they're expecting some sort of fight or something. She just hugs you and kisses you and whispers that she loves you under the thundering applause.

You smile proudly because you're marrying that Tony/Drama Desk Award winning actress. You never expected to win at all. You're not even getting paid for all the work that you're doing. You've been living off of the sales of you mom's, your sister's and her dads' houses as well as the commission on their new purchases.

After the awards, instead of going to the after party you, Rachel, Brittany, and Santana meet, Rachel's dads and your mom and sister (plus her boyfriend) at a restaurant in Queens. Your sister has moved into a loft in Brooklyn and is currently working as an art broker and promoting Ethan's galleries.

Your mother and Rachel's dads moved to West Hurley which, not the place on Lake George Rachel wanted them on, is still a lovely town on the banks of the Ashokan Reservoir. They live two houses away from each other on the edge of the water.

At dinner you discuss the wedding and the award. Ethan pats your back and tells you that you'll win next time. You just shrug and tell him that you when you get married, it'll be half yours anyway. You don't perform on stage to win awards. You perform on stage because it makes you feel good. All those things you don't know how to say or are too scared to say out loud are released. You don't think you've ever been more happy or relaxed in your entire life.

You feel Rachel take your hand under the table and you're eyes immediately find hers. She pulls you in for a sweet kiss. You want more, but you're in a restaurant with your family. There will be time for some one-on-one time when you get home. You lean forward and graze your cheek against hers, whispering, "I'm so proud of you," in her ear.

Tears brim her eyes and she gives you a million watt smile. You have no idea why that elicits such a response from her, but if it makes her happy you'll tell her everyday for the rest of your life.

Your mom clears her throat and raises her glass, "I'd like to make a toast." Her eyes fall on Rachel, "You my dear are one of the loveliest people I've ever met. You're caring, considerate, and wildly talented. Everything I could ask for in a spouse for Quinn. I love you like my own and it's an immense joy to have you join the family officially."

Everyone clinks their glasses together and sips their drinks. You look over at Rachel who has gotten out of her seat to hug your mom. Across the table you find Frannie looking at you. She nods and smiles, "You did really great Quinn. I'm still trying to wrap my head around my little sister being nominated for a Drama Desk Award."

Honestly you are too. A Drama Desk Award? Never in a million years did you think that you'd ever be nominated for something like that. You were planning on living out the rest of your life in off-Broadway plays being the wife of a Broadway stunner. Now you're getting offers for audition for actual on-Broadway plays. It blows your mind. It really does.

About an hour later, Santana excuses herself to take Brittany home. Brittany smiles and hugs you telling you that Santana's just being over protective, she's not feeling all that sick, but she'll call you tomorrow.

Finally you and Rachel walk home together, hands swinging your hands between you. You both make a trail of your clothes up to the bedroom where you make love for hours. You know that the rush you get when you touch her will never go away.

As the months go on, Rachel gets another raise and you actually start getting paid. It's not a lot, but it's enough so that you never ever have to think about selling another house or apartment again for the rest of your life.

When your wedding rolls around, you're giddy. You get ready in one of the dressing rooms with Santana. She keeps texting Brittany to make sure that she feels okay. Brittany's not due for another three months, but Santana has been completely pampering Brittany, making sure she doesn't do anything too strenuous and pretty much hovering every second that she isn't in class or working.

You think it's cute and when you tell Santana she glares at you with a playful smile. She helps you into your dress and walks you to your starting point where your mom and Frannie are waiting to give you away. When the music starts, she walks you into the theatre and up the stairs that were set up on the other side. You look to your right and see Rachel ascending the stairs at the opposite end of the stage with her dads. Everything else fades out. You don't see the packed audience or the rest of the theatre. You see Rachel in her white gown, looking absolutely radiant.

Frannie has to pull you the rest of the way to the place where the rabbi is standing. You're sure that the set is absolutely stunning, but you can't take your eyes off of Rachel. She's looking back at you with love and tear filled eyes. You want to take her in your arms and kiss her, but you know that that's not until the end. Instead you reach over and take her hand smiling softly.

The rabbi starts talking, but you don't hear him. All you can hear and see is Rachel. Her eyes are locked onto yours and it's getting harder and harder not to kiss her.

You say your lines like you're supposed to and when Rachel steps on the glass that's under the towel you and says, "Mazel tov!" you finally get to kiss her. You feel her hands caressing your face as her lips slide against yours. It's the kiss to end all kisses. A kiss that rocks your world and shakes you down. It's a kiss that promises a future of forever with the woman of your dreams.

The ocean air feels good blowing against your skin. You're standing on the balcony of the villa you rented for the honeymoon. The sky the dotted with non-threatening clouds and the water is crystal clear. You take a deep breath and turn around. Inside the bedroom, Rachel is sleeping. She's naked until a sheet that snakes around her body modestly. She's understandably tired. After flying across an entire ocean and staying up all night making love with the ocean air blowing through the windows, it's a wonder you're not still passed out as well.

It's hard to think that just over a year ago this was a fantasy. Now Rachel Berry is your wife. You're beautiful, talented, generous, loving wife. You look down at the ring on your finger and smile. The metal against your skin reminds you that this is real. This is forever and this couldn't be more perfect.

Thank you all so, so much for staying with this story. I hope that you enjoyed it.