Wow there is so much to say that I actually don't know where to start! First of all, I would like to apologize for the ridiculously long wait; it's many, many months overdue! I would literally write a section of this chapter then delete it, then re-write the section, then delete it again. I wanted to make sure it ended the way I envisioned it to :) So if you are still reading this now then thank you so much, it really means the world to me!

Honestly, I think apart of me really didn't want this story to end. It was my first fanfiction story, and I remember being so nervous to upload it. But the amount of support and encouragement I have gotten throughout has been so incredibly amazing! I would like to thank every single person who so much as glanced at this story – a special thank you to everyone who read, alerted, reviewed and messaged me about it along the way. I truly cannot thank you enough! I love you all! Special thank you to 777, wani, BEYONCE FAN51, msdiannaagron, agronderwood, LayLayandMikey1997, SparksFly3737, BMontague, Jamber111, and Quinn101 for the reviews! Your comments were all so incredibly sweet and beautiful; they made me want to cry a little! :)

Bonus points to anyone who picks up the line from Grey's Anatomy in this chapter!

I hope you enjoy the epilogue; I do really love happy endings and I wanted to give all the characters/relationships closure. It truly has been amazing writing this story, thanks to all of you! Maybe there will be an epilogue someday :)

Okay, enough of my ramblings…

"Oh Quinnie, you look so beautiful," her mother said, as she fastened the last button on back of her dress. Quinn felt the final tug as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, the moment reminding her of a familiar one that happened not that long ago.

Quinn sucked in her breath. "Please go up, please go up," she willed in her mind as her mother pulled up on the zipper of her dress for the chastity ball. She wished that the queasy feeling in her stomach wasn't more than just nerves. But she wished a lot of things lately.

"Oh sweetie," Judy said from behind Quinn, "I am so proud of you. You know how important the chastity ball is to your father. You just look so beautiful; it reminds me of my first ball."

Quinn felt her mother's cool fingers on her back as she tugged on the zipper a little bit harder, forcing it to go up little by little.

She couldn't believe she was in this situation. The celibacy club president. Former captain of the cheerios. Girlfriend to the most popular guy in school. And now it was all disappearing, one by one. She couldn't let Finn slip through her fingers. He was all she had left holding her atop the school's popularity pyramid. Once people found out about her little 'situation', she knew that she was going to fall and fall hard. More than that, she knew that once her parents found out, she wouldn't have that many people left to depend on. She had kicked so many people to the ground and now here she was, about to be kicked down herself, all because of one stupid night.

As much as she wanted to give Puck a chance, she couldn't. She needed what little dignity she had left. So she ignored the feeling she got in the pit of her stomach whenever she saw him or when they accidently bumped into each other in the hallway. She pretended she didn't care about him when she really did. Everyday she vowed to herself that Finn couldn't find out. Maybe if she pretended everything was fine for long enough, she would begin to believe it herself.

"That's odd," Judy said, frowning as the zipper stopped moving. She felt her mother's hand tense up and Quinn resisted the urge to look back. If she made direct eye contact, she would give it away immediately, she knew she would. "We had this custom made a month ago." Judy tugged a little harder to no avail.

Quinn felt her heart quicken, "I…I had a really big lunch today at school," she fibbed. "A really big order of tacos." Her eyes widened in fright and she forced herself not to cry. "And this girl from Glee club, Mercedes, shared her tater tots with me."

"What the hell am I saying," Quinn thought to herself, as Judy continued to pluck and pull at the fabric.

But as Quinn glanced up at her reflection in the mirror, she could already see it in her mother's eyes. Judy Fabray knew about her little secret. Quinn held her breath and waited for mom to say something, anything at all. The pounding in her heart grew louder and louder, and she swore it could have burst into a million tiny pieces and those pieces would have kept on beating just the same. She bit down on her lip. A few minutes ago she was praying that no one would find out; but now she was wishing with all her might that her mother would grab her hand and let her cry into her shoulder. She needed her more than ever. She needed her mom. Quinn opened her mouth to speak, but beat her to it.

"Oh no worries sweetie…we'll take it down to the tailor's tomorrow and get it let out a little. I just don't think you've been getting enough exercise ever since you quit the cheerios. I really don't understand why you chose to quit?"

Quinn swallowed hard. "Because it's not my dream, it's yours," she wanted to say, but managed to bite down on her lip before the words slipped out. Her mother knew Quinn was pregnant, but here she was, still pretending everything was perfect. And Quinn knew she had no choice but to go along with it.

"Yeah…yeah you're right. I just wanted a change, I guess."

"I mean you used to spend hours everyday doing backflips and high kicks, and now you spend all your time sitting on a stool in the dark sitting show tunes. You know how many calories you burn singing?"

Quinn forced back an eye roll.

"Not very many…"

For once in her life, Quinn was actually relieved to have her father burst into the room. She faked a giggle as Russell pretended to cover his eyes from seeing Quinn in the dress for the chastity ball.

"Oh I can't see my little girl now!" Russell teased. "It's not the ball yet!

"Daddy, it's not like we're getting married," Quinn replied, plastering a smile on her face.

"Ahhhh there's my princess," Russell beamed proudly as he got closer and opened his eyes. "Oh look at you," he said, as he stepped back to admire Quinn in her white eyelet dress. Judy kept her hand firmly planted on the back zipper, concealing it.

"Speaking of getting married, how's that boy you've been dating? Finn?"

"He's not pressure you at all, is he?" Judy asked, and Quinn felt her mother staring straight at her, trying to figure out something that she already knew.

"Of course not, he's a gentlemen; Finn's a good guy." The queasy feeling grew stronger and that wasn't even a lie.

She felt sick to her stomach and suppressed the urge to vomit. In that moment, she couldn't tell if it was a classic case of morning sickness or the thought of what she did to Finn that caused it.

"Well, no one's ever good enough for my princess," Russell prided.

Quinn forced a smile, trying to look anywhere but into her father's eyes. Every time she made eye contact, she felt the guilt wash over her time and time again. And every time she saw his clear, icy blue eyes staring back at her, all she could envision was the shame and hatred that would fill them when he found out she was pregnant. Right now, those eyes showed so much love for his youngest daughter, so much pride. And Quinn wanted to savour it for as long as she possibly could. She had spent her whole life trying to make her father proud of her, like he was of Frannie. She joined the cheerleading team and fought her way to captain, she became president of the celibacy club, dated the most popular boy in school and one day she would win Prom Queen too. She tried to make her life fit into that perfect mold that had been laid out for her. But it didn't feel like enough. Those things didn't make her feel happy or complete.

All Quinn had ever wanted to feel loved. And the one thing she didn't understand was how the bad boy who slept with the entire cheerleading team could make her feel more loved that her own family or Finn could. It wasn't supposed to be that way. But despite how screwed up and wrong it was, it felt right. And nothing scared Quinn more.

"Earth to Fabray!" Santana bellowed. "Are you day dreaming over there?"

Quinn jumped a little at the sound of Santana's voice. She shook her head slightly, "Sorry, I was just…just thinking about everything," Quinn said softly, a smile spreading across her face. "We've all come so far," she added, looking around the room at her family and closest friends – the people who had been her family when no one else was.

Judy kissed her daughter on the cheek, pulling her long blonde hair behind her and resting her hand on Quinn's shoulder. "I'm so proud of you Quinnie, I hope you know that."

"I know mom," Quinn said, placing her hand over her mom's and squeezing it tight.

"Your father would have wanted to be here, I know he would have."

"I know that too." Maybe that wasn't the truth. Quinn would never truly know. But she knew that agreeing made Judy feel better, so she went along with it. And if she was being completely honest with herself, she liked to believe that would have been the case.

A part of Quinn would always regret how things ended between her and her father, and a part of her would always be hurt. But now she chose to remember what she wanted to remember about him. Like how he would always take her to a baseball game in the summer and how she would fall asleep in his arms before the fifth inning. Or how he would always come into her room before school with a cup of coffee prepared just to her liking. Or how he always brought home mint chocolate chip ice cream on Saturday. She liked to think that Russell would have been there on her wedding day if he could have been.

"Puck…er…man…" Santana repeated, sounding out each syllable, bringing Quinn back to reality again. "You do realize that I won't be able to call you that for much longer, don't you?" Santana asked, coming to stand next to her best friend in front of the mirror.

"I guess not; I never really thought about that before. Quinn Puckerman," she said out loud, testing the words on her lips. "It has a nice ring to it."

"Not bad, I must admit. But you'll always be Fabray to me," Santana added, playfully nudging Quinn in the side.

"She means that too," Rachel added. "I've been married for three years, and I'm still Berry to her."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Promise me something Q."

"Anything."

"Promise me that you'll never let Puck forget that you could do better than him."

"SANTANA!" Rachel yelled, swatting at Santana's arm.

"It's the truth Rach. I know. You know. Even he knows it. But just don't let him ever forget it Q."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "That should be your job, not Quinn's."

"Even better. I can give Puckerman whatever ass whipping he may need in the future."

Quinn laughed, shaking her head at her friends. She looked at her reflection in the mirror again, letting out a shaky and nervous breath. The day she had dreamed about since she was five was finally here. Her white dress fitted her perfectly, gathering tightly around the bust and jutting out slightly at her hips. Her long blonde hair fell in loose waves along her back. It all felt a little surreal.

"Do you guys mind giving me a minute alone for a second?" she questioned.

"Of course," Frannie replied, air kissing her sister on the cheek before leaving the room. Quinn smiled back, happy that her and her sister were actually like sisters now. Maybe it wasn't perfect between them, but it was something.

"We'll see you soon," Rachel said, her eyes bright with excitement and her smile wide. "And then you'll be walking down the aisle!" she let out a little shriek, as she followed Judy and Fran outside into the reception area of the country club.

Brittany paused behind Rachel, turning to face Quinn. Without saying a word, she leaned in and wrapped her hands around her, squeezing her tight. Quinn felt tears well up in her eyes at the gesture, as she tightly hugged her friend back.

"I love you B."

"I love you too."

Brittany blew Quinn a kiss before grabbing Santana's awaiting hand and leaving Quinn alone with her thoughts.

xxxx

"Shit," Puck mumbled under his breath, running a hand over his head, forgetting that his Mohawk wasn't there anymore. Quinn had insisted that he shave it off for the wedding and after much reluctance and quite a few bribes on her end, he agreed. But he still kind of missed the comfort that it gave him. "Holy shit I'm getting married today," he said, pacing across the room, his tie loosely hanging around his neck.

"Dude relax, you're going to be fine," Finn said, his voice even and calm.

"I'm getting married today!" Puck yelled a little louder, his pace quickening with each step.

"Is this a good reaction or a bad one?" Jake asked quietly, turning to look at Finn, as they both watched Puck freak out.

"Not entirely sure…" Finn muttered under his breath so that Puck couldn't hear them.

"Well are you two ladies going to stop gossiping or what?" he snapped.

"Puck, you have to chill," Jake said, grabbing him by the shoulders to stop him from moving.

"Oh God. What if she doesn't show up?" Puck asked, his eyes wide with fright at the possible scenario his mind just conjured up. "What if she finally realizes that she can do better than me? What if she pulls a fucking Julia Roberts, or whatever her name is, and runs away like in that movie…"

"She's not going to run-away," Jake insisted.

"Oh! Runaway Bride!" Finn said suddenly, "I love that movie!"

Puck turned around sharply, shooting him the death glare. "Will you shut-up already?"

"Sorry…it's just, you know, one of Rachel's favourite movies…" he trailed off, noticing the unamused expression on Puck's face. Finn winced. "Sorry. Ill shut-up now."

"I'm just having a major freak-out here. No need to talk about your favourite rom-coms or anything."

Finn sighed, remembering how his nerves got the better of him on his wedding day too. He gripped Puck by the shoulders, forcing him to take a seat in the chair. "Puck, look at me? You love Quinn. And Quinn loves you. You guys are meant to be. Look at how much the two of you have been through together, and look at where you are now. You can survive anything. We all know how much you love her. We knew even when you two didn't. So you need to take a deep breath and calm down. Because you are about to marry the love of your life."

Puck followed Finn's instructions, allowing himself to take a deep breath, as he closed his eyes for a second. He saw a flash of Quinn in a wedding dress and even the virtual sight of her made him calm down instantly.

"Did you really mean that?" he asked, looking up at Finn. "Did you really know that I liked her all along? Even when you were dating her?"

Finn sighed, taking a seat in the chair across from Puck's. "Yeah," he said, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "I remember the first time we both saw her…we had just finished football practice, and we were walking across the field to the locker rooms. The Cheerios had just come out. And there she was, leading the pack of course. She was standing with Santana and Brittany. Sue was yelling orders at the three of them, but not one of them flinched."

Puck let out a bit of a soft chuckle as Finn spoke of the day that stood out so clearly in his mind. "I proposed to her in that very spot," Puck commented. "It was the first time I saw her with that pissed off expression on her face. And it certainly wasn't the last time either. She was standing there with her hands on her hips. Her brow was furrowed. And her lips were pursed together slightly. The classic 'angry' Quinn look," Puck added, shaking his head slightly at the memory.

"I remember thinking she was pretty hot," Finn continued, at which point he was cut off by a swift punch in the arm.

"Hey! That's my fiancé!"

"Dude, I'm trying to tell a nice story! She was my girlfriend first, you know!?"

Puck cleared this throat. "Sorry, carry on."

"I looked over at you then, and you had this expression on your face that I had never seen before. It was like you were in awe, like you couldn't believe she was real; an angel sent from heaven or something. I could see it in your eyes that this girl was different than the other ones. I could tell every time we hung out that you liked her."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry that I went after her when I knew how you felt. I was an ass, and I don't think I ever apologized for that."

Puck rolled his eyes, "Please. You don't owe me any apologies Finn. I owe them all to you. I was a crappy friend more than a few times. Thanks for forgiving me and for always being there man," he held out his hand for a shake.

Finn shook his head, as he reached out and shook Puck's outstretched hand. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, before pulling each other in for a hug and slapping each other on the back.

xxxxx

Everything felt like a dream. Was it really only five years ago that she moved to New York with Rachel and Finn? It felt like it was both a lifetime and just a couple of days ago. Quinn closed her eyes for a second, seeing the last few years of her life flash before her eyes like a film role.

"Did you love me?"

"Yes. Especially now."

The last three words were ones that never left her. Over the years, whenever she was confronted with sadness or pain, they would often float back into her mind. There were times when she and Puck acted like complete strangers, ignoring everything they once shared. And there were times when she felt like he was the only one who understood her; the only one she could actually depend on. But those three simply words never failed to remind her of every moment they once shared, some that she wished she could erase and some that she wished she could lock up forever.

There was a knock at the door followed by Finn's voice.

"Do you mind if I come in?"

"Of course not," Quinn said, turning to face the door as he entered.

Finn's jaw dropped at the sight of her. "Wow, you look beautiful," he said, taking a step closer to her. "Puck's a lucky guy."

Quinn felt her face flush at the compliment. "Thanks," she replied, a soft smile on her face.

"You're not here to tell me that Puck ran away are you?" she joked, but she was honestly a little scared to hear the truth.

"No," Finn laughed, shaking his head. "No running away. He's freaking out a little, but he's excited."

Quinn felt herself let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding in. "Oh, thank God. It seems like a Puck thing to do…don't tell him I told you that though," she added, looking at him in a half-teasing, half-warning way.

"I won't, promise. I just…I just wanted to come by and tell you how happy I am for the two of you."

Quinn tilted her head to the side, her smile widening even more. "Thank you Finn; it really means a lot."

"You know…I've known Puck since I was five. I've seen the best and the worst in him. And his best moments are always when you are there by his side. You make him a better guy. And he'd be the first to admit it."

Quinn felt herself grinning at Finn's comment. "Well he is one of the few who can handle my craziness. I'm sure he'd be the first to admit that too."

Finn chuckled, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Look, I know we've had our fair share of ups and downs over the years," he said, earning a smile from Quinn in reply. "But even if I could, I wouldn't change a thing," Finn paused, starting to feel himself getting a bit emotional. "I'm grateful for all the craziness."

Quinn forced back the tears as Finn spoke. She willed herself not to cry and ruin her make-up, but she knew she was super close to losing it completely.

"I wouldn't change a thing either," she whispered, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "You were always there for me. Even after all the shit I put you through, you were always there. And I know that no matter what happens, you always will be…" she gulped and closed her eyes for a brief second, trying to collect herself. "Thank you," she added quietly. "Thank you," she repeated, squeezing Finn's hand even tighter.

Quinn felt a tear fall down her cheek and quickly wiped it away. "God, I promised myself I wasn't going to cry today," she joked, chuckling slightly through the tears.

"I'm sure Rachel will still cry more... you know how weddings make her get crazy emotional."

Quinn raised her eyebrows in response, believing that there was more to her friend's emotions than just wedding talk, but she managed to cover it up with a smile pretty quickly. "Every Berry loves a good wedding."

"I mainly came here to tell you that Puck is my best friend, and I love him. I do. But you…you're like my sister Q. And if he ever hurts you, I swear I'll beat his ass and kick him to the curb."

Quinn felt the tears well in her eyes again, but this time she knew she wouldn't be able to stop them. She let them fall freely down her face, as she wrapped her arms around Finn and buried her face in his chest. "You have no idea how much that means to me," she choked out.

Finn was her family. He took her in when she had no other place to go, he called her out on her actions when she was so desperate to win prom queen and he sat by her bedside in the hospital after the car accident. Puck, Rachel, Finn, Santana and Brittany had been her family when no one else had been. They had loved her even when she didn't love herself. They made her whole again. And that was only one of the reasons she loved them so much.

"I love you, you know that right?" Quinn asked, looking up at Finn.

"Of course I know; I love you too."

Quinn pulled back from the hug, wiping away the tears from her cheeks.

"I should probably go and let you finish getting ready. I think there's a wedding soon or something…" Finn teased. "I hear it's a pretty big deal…two people who denied their feelings for each other for years."

"Well, sometimes it just takes some people a little longer to figure it out."

A rap at the door interrupted their playful banter.

"Mind if I take over for a second," Mr. Shue asked, leaning against the doorframe in his black tuxedo.

"Of course, I was just leaving. See you out there Q," Finn added, wiggling his eyebrows in excitement, as he patted Will on the shoulder on the way out.

"You look beautiful Quinn," Mr. Shue said, as he came to stand in front of Quinn.

"Thanks Mr. Shue."

"You know that you can call me Will now, right?"

Quinn tilted her head to the side, observing him. "I know, I guess it just doesn't feel right. You'll always be Mr. Shue to me."

Will felt his heart swell with pride at the young woman standing before him. It felt like just yesterday that she was a scared girl in the choir room worried that she would be stuck in Lima forever. Now here she was, a young woman about to marry the love of her life. "You ready?" Will asked, holding out his arm.

Quinn closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I've been dreaming of this day since I was five, I just can't believe that it's finally here." She reached out to grab his hand when she remembered something she had shoved in her bag earlier that day.

"Oh just a second, I forgot something," Quinn said, as she rummaged through the pocket of her purse, pulling out a velvet box. From it, she gently picked up the diamond cross necklace that her father had left for her in his will. "I need my something old and something borrowed," she said, smiling sadly, as she held out the necklace to the light. "Will you put it on for me?" Quinn asked softly, lifting up her blonde hair so that Mr. Shue could fasten the necklace.

Quinn pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the coolness of the silver against her skin. She smiled to herself with the comfort that at least a part of her father was here with her today. "Okay. Now I'm ready."

xxxxx

Puck and Quinn had chosen to get married on the beautiful outside terrace of Lima's best country club, with their closest friends and family by their side. The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. There was a light scent of lavender floating in the air. Kurt, who would be marrying them, hummed quietly under his breath. However, Puck noticed none of this. He stood frozen at the altar, unaware of his surroundings; his eyes stared straight ahead as he waited for the ceremony to start. His heart was beating so fast that for a second he feared that this was all a dream and that he would wake up any second and be back in Lima cleaning pools again. The firm weight of Finn's hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality. Out of his peripheral vision, he could see his brother and Mike Chang standing by his side.

"She looks beautiful dude," Finn said under his breath.

Puck let out a shaky breath and nodded at Finn's words, which only managed to calm him down for a few slight seconds, as the processional music began to play right after.

At that moment, Puck looked up to see his little girl bounding down the aisle. Her blonde curls were bouncing everywhere, and she had a smile on her face that always managed to melt Puck's heart. Beth was wearing the most precious white dress, and Puck immediately knew that Quinn had spent a lot of time looking for the perfect one. He couldn't believe she was already seven years old. The grin on Beth's face immediately calmed Puck's nerves, and he winked at her playfully as she reached the end of the aisle and went to sit in the front row next to Shelby.

Puck watched in anticipation and nervousness as Rachel walked down the aisle next, followed by Brittany, both of them smiling at him as they took their spots at the altar.

Santana entered next, the fierce red and tight fitting form of her dress attracting more than a few of the male eyes in the crowd. "Little did they know," Puck thought to himself, almost smirking a little, as Santana joined them.

"You hurt her, I bust you balls," she gritted through her teeth, still maintaining a perfect smile.

"Duly noted," he replied clearly under his breath.

"Well you clean up nice Frankenteen," she whispered to Finn, as she took her spot across from him.

"As do you Satan."

"I prefer ruler of all things evil, but I will take Satan."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Oh shut-up you two."

Normally Puck would shush them, but their pointless bickering was a familiar source of comfort.

A new song started, indicating the bride's arrive, and the crowd stood up as Quinn emerged. Puck instantly felt his heart drop when he saw her. Before that moment, he didn't think it was possible for Quinn to be anymore beautiful, but he was proven wrong. Her long blonde hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and the ivory white of the dress made her glow from within. But it was the smile on her and the gleam in her eye that made his breath catch in his throat. And for the millionth time that day, he couldn't understand why she was choosing to marry him. He was the damn luckiest guy in the world.

Quinn bit her lip halfway down the aisle trying to keep herself from crying. She felt Puck's eyes on hers, and she stared straight back at him, unable to take her eyes off of him. Her eyes filled with tears at the thought of how much she loved him; how he knew her better than she knew herself; how he put her back together again. She couldn't believe that she was finally marrying the man of her dreams. Her soul mate. Her one true love. As Puck smiled down at her with so much love in his eyes, Quinn knew that this would always be one of the happiest moments of her life.

She felt Mr. Shue squeeze her hand in reassurance as they neared the altar.

"I'm so proud of you," he said softly under his breath. He gently pulled back the delicate veil from her face. "You were always one of my favourites," he said, kissing her on the cheek and giving her hand over to Puck.

"Thank you," Puck whispered, a smile gracing his face.

The two men shook hands, and Will felt tears sting his eyes as he took his seat in the front row.

Kurt gave them both a few seconds to let all the wonderment and excitement to sink in before he began. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in the bonds of holy matrimony."

Puck and Quinn looked up at each other, as they locked eyes; a wide smile spread across both their faces.

Kurt continued, "I have known Puck and Quinn for a very long time. I have seen them together and apart. And I think we can all agree that they make each other better people. They truly are perfect for each other, even if it did take them a lot longer to realize it -" Kurt said, earning a hearty laugh from the audience. "Regardless, I think that they have known all along that they are meant to be."

Puck and Quinn stared intensely into each other's eyes, both letting out a bit of a laugh at Kurt's words.

"We will now have the vows. Quinn, would you like to go first?"

Quinn smiled, letting out a shaky breath as Santana handed her the vows she had written a couple of weeks ago. "Puck," she began, looking up to meet his gaze for a brief second, "for so long I wondered if I would ever find the man of my dreams, my one true love, my soul mate. Then 10 years ago, I met you. I turned to you one night when I was upset and it changed our lives forever. And although it took me a while, I finally realized that everything I was looking for my whole life was right before my very eyes. Because you understand me better than I understand myself. We've been through so much together, and I know that know matter what comes come our way, you will always be there for me. Some people are just meant to be. You and I are one of them." Quinn wiped a few tears away as she finished her vows, her heart filling with love.

Puck wanted to lunge forward and kiss her right then and there.

"Puck," Kurt said, motioning in his directly.

Finn leaned forward to hand him his vows, but Puck shook his head, pushing the paper away.

"No, that's okay."

"I spent a lot of time trying to write my vows but everything I wrote didn't seem good enough. And then I finally realized that there are not enough words in the dictionary to sum up how I feel about you and how much I love you. Quinn, you are the love of my life. I've known it since the very first day I laid eyes on you. Whenever I was with you, I felt complete. And for once in my life, I knew what it felt like to have someone believe in me, to have someone see past my exterior. And even though I tried not to, every thing you did made me fall deeper and deeper in love with you. I love everything about you. We haven't exactly had an easy past, but I know that no matter what the future holds, it will be okay, because we have each other. And all I've ever wanted is you."

Puck broke out into a wide smile as he finished, looking down at the ground trying to regain his composure. When he looked up, he found Quinn staring at him with an expression filled with so much love and desire. Puck leaned forward slightly towards her, the lack of contact driving him insane.

"Not yet," Kurt hissed under his breath, noticing Puck's fervent.

"Well hurry up all ready Hummel!" Puck said eagerly, earning a few chuckles.

"Alright, alright," Kurt mumbled under his breath, before turning his attention back to Quinn. "Quinn, do you take this man to be your husband?"

"I do," Quinn replied, her right hand covering her mouth as she tried to suppress the tears building in her eyes, as Puck slipped the ring onto her finger.

"And Puck, do you take this woman to be your wife?"

"You bet I do," he grinned, as Quinn slipped the ring onto his finger in return.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may NOW kiss the bride!"

"Finally," Puck cheered, as he leaned in and captured Quinn's lips with his own. Her hands found the back of his neck as his snuck around her waist drawing her closer. The crowd cheered in the background, as they both pulled away, staring lovingly into one another's eyes. Neither of them ever wanted to let go.

xxxxx

Quinn watched from afar as Beth stood on Puck's feet as he swung her across the dance floor, even going for a dramatic dip at the end. The sound of Beth's giggles made Quinn's heart flutter with joy. She tilted her head to the side slightly as she watched with wonder at how sweet they were together. Puck looked up then, meeting Quinn's gaze, and he smiled brightly at her. "I love you," he mouthed, making Quinn blush as she mouthed the same words back.

Quinn moved her gaze across the room, letting them settle on Brittany and Santana who were both sipping champagne (while more like chugging champagne in Santana's case) and chatting animatedly. Brittany's arm was around Santana's shoulder, and they both looked so madly in love that Quinn knew their wedding wasn't that far off. As she turned around, she could see Rachel talking excitedly with Finn in the distance. Rachel had a hand placed on her stomach. In that moment, Quinn knew that her early intuition hadn't been wrong. She grinned as Finn practically pounced on Rachel, smothering her with kisses.

"What are you looking at?" a voice said from behind her, as a pair of hands wrapped themselves around Quinn's waist.

She hummed in pleasure, turning her head to look up at Puck. "I'm just thinking…"

Puck leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "About what…?" he asked, as he moved down lower to kiss her neck.

"Oh just how far we've all come. And how even more whipped Finn is going to be once baby Hudson arrives."

"Yeah...wait, what?!" he asked, Quinn's words finally settling in.

Quinn shrugged happily. "See for yourself," she said, gesturing towards Finn who was staring intently at Rachel's stomach, as if he was trying to process everything.

Puck laughed at his friend's face, pulling Quinn even tighter against him. "They'll be good parents. That kid will be spoiled rotten."

"Speaking of which, where is your dancing partner?" Quinn asked, looking around for Beth.

"She's with Shelby. My awesome dance skills tired her out."

"Ahhh I see," she replied, leaning happily back against Puck's chest.

"Speaking of dancing, may I have this dance Mrs. Puckerman?" Puck said, offering his hand.

Quinn giggled, wondering if she would ever get used to her new last name. "I'd be honoured."

Puck took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor, as he put his arms around her waist. He wasted absolutely no time in spinning her around and dipping her down more than a few times. Quinn shrieked in surprise, feeling like she was a 16-year-old girl in love for the very first time again. As he pulled her back up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him even closer to her and pulling him in for another kiss.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear. Hearing those three words from Puck never failed to give Quinn goose bumps, even if she had already heard them five times that day.

"I love you too."

As she stood there swaying with Puck on the dance floor, Quinn realized that maybe everything does happen for a reason. She used to think that she wasn't supposed to fall in love with the boy who knocked her up sophomore year. But clearly she had been wrong. He was the person she had always pushed away the most, but he was the one who always came back. He was the one who loved her regardless of her craziness, the one who stuck up for her even when he knew she was wrong, the one who told her that she was beautiful every single day. Some people were just made for each other. So maybe it had taken them both a while to figure it out and maybe it hadn't been easy. But then again, nothing that's worthwhile is ever easy.

I hope you liked it! Thank you again! :)