Quinn paces back and forth in her hotel room to work off the jitters. She even has to refrain herself several times from chewing on her nails. She doesn't remember the last time she was this nervous.

Pounding at the door breaks her out of her thoughts.

"Quinn! Let us in! Brittany has to pee!"

She hurries over to open the door and her two friends rush inside.

"Thanks Quinn!" Brittany says as she runs to the bathroom.

"The fucking line at McDonalds was ridiculous," Santana says as she dumps their food on the table. "Are you hungry?"

Quinn shakes her head, "No thanks."

"Tell her about how it had three stories!" Brittany calls out from the bathroom.

Santana nods absently as she sits down and dives into one of the burgers.

Brittany emerges moments later with a look of relief. "And there was free wifi."

"That sounds really cool," Quinn says. She sits down on the bed and takes a deep breath. "I'm glad you guys are here because I think I'm about to have a panic attack."

"What!" Brittany shrieks. "You don't want to get married?"

She shakes her head quickly, "Of course I do!"

"Whas goin on?" Santana asks with her mouth full.

Quinn sighs, "I'm just nervous that I'm going to mess this up."

"How could you mess this up?" Brittany asks.

"I don't know! What if I'm in the middle of my vows and I forget the words? What if I trip and fall on my face? What if I completely embarrass Rachel because - "

"Quinn," Santana interrupts along with a roll of her eyes. "I'm pretty sure it's completely normal to be nervous on your wedding day."

"I can't help it."

"You're going to be fine," Brittany says softly. "You shouldn't worry. Worrying will distract you from the awesomeness of today."

"And who cares if everything doesn't go according to plan today," Santana adds. "Think about tomorrow. Think about next year. Shit, think about the rest of your life. Think about how you're going to be spending it with the person you love more than anything. It doesn't matter if today is a total disaster as long as you still have Rachel in the end."

Quinn nods, feeling a little bit better after listening to her friends' words. "Maybe I should practice my vows to you guys to make sure I get them right. Just in case."

Santana shakes her head, "You've got this. Save it for when you see her."

Before Quinn can respond, someone knocks at the door.

Santana gets up and says, "I'll get it." She opens the door to see a young girl with a bag in tow. "Who the hell are you?"

"Kurt hired me to do hair and makeup."

"Let her in," Quinn calls out.

Brittany bounces excitedly. "Let's get you ready!"

Later, after Quinn is done with hair and makeup and dressed, she sends the stylist on her way and looks over herself in the mirror.

"I can't get over how much I love this dress," Brittany says next to her. "It's so simple and so...you! You're so beautiful."

Quinn blushes, "Thank you." She looks back at her reflection. "I have to look my best. It's one of the most important days of my life."

Santana senses a hint of sadness in her voice and puts her straightener down. She walks over to Quinn and lightly touches her arm. "Any word from Judy?"

"No," Quinn shakes her head. "I mean, obviously she's not coming. But it's okay. My dad came. And so did you guys," she smiles at them.

Santana smiles back at her and doesn't say more. She knows that Quinn is probably upset over not hearing from Judy. But at least the blonde is no longer a nervous wreck.

A phone goes off and Quinn says, "That's mine." She picks it up from the bed and reads a message. "My dad says him and a Puck are ready and waiting in the lobby."

Santana and Brittany hustle to slip on their shoes and grab their purses. Quinn smiles at them, "Let's go."

They head downstairs to the hotel lobby to meet the men. As soon as Puck sees her, he grins and engulfs her into a hug.

"Watch the hair, Puckerman," she jokes.

"Yes your majesty," he answers back before releasing her and going over to annoy Santana.

Quinn turns to her father, clad in his best suit, and taking in his soon-to-be-married daughter.

"You make a beautiful bride," he says softly.

"Thanks dad," she smiles. "What have you guys been doing all day?"

"Dude, New York is awesome!" Puck says excitedly. "We went to Times Square. And the zoo. And the museum of culture history."

"Museum of Natural History," Russell corrects with a chuckle.

"They had this giant ass whale, Quinn! Look, I took some pictures."

As he scrolls through his phone, Quinn laughs, "Obviously you need to visit more often."

Right then, one of the elevator doors opens and Kurt steps out and heads right for them like a man on a mission. He stops in front of them and begins to visually inspect them one by one.

"Good. You all look good, Quinn especially. But no surprise there," he winks. "Okay, your cars are waiting out front. Quinn, you'll ride with your father. And you three," he points to Santana, Brittany, and Puck, "will ride together. Also, the officiator had to cancel at the last minute, but my dad said he would be more than happy to take over if it's okay with you."

"Um, okay?"

"Excellent. Blaine is already at the park with him so you will meet them there. The others should be arriving within the hour. Any questions?"

Quinn frowns, "Is Rachel there already?"

Kurt rolls his eyes and laughs humorlessly, "She's still upstairs getting ready."

"Of course," she nods, not knowing why she bothered to ask since she already knows Rachel so well. "Well it's a good thing we have some extra time to spare."

Kurt looks at his watch and nods in agreement.

"Does this mean we have time to go to the zoo?" Brittany asks hopefully.

"I don't care what you do. Just make sure you stay close by and that you're at the spot by six o'clock sharp," Kurt says while pointedly looking at Quinn's friends. "This is a sunset wedding, people."

Puck checks the time on his phone and immediately starts pulling an eager Brittany and an annoyed Santana out the hotel doors.

"You need to get going too, Quinn. Rachel could be down here any minute and you can't see each other before the actual wedding," Kurt presses.

"Alright. I'm going," she says. "I'll see you there."

Russell gently guides her out with a hand on her back to their awaiting car.

"See you soon!" Kurt waves as he watches them leave. He thinks that it would have been perfect if the photographer were with him now to capture the moment. But setting that aside, there were other things to worry about.

He squares his shoulders and gets back into the elevator and heads back up to Rachel's floor.

As he unlocks the door, he's not surprised to hear a bickering on the other side. And when he walks in, sure enough, Rachel is in the midst of another argument with her hair stylist.

"It only takes ten minutes!" she yells.

Kurt decides to step in before they start running behind schedule.

Before the stylist has a chance to respond, Kurt pulls him out of the bathroom and asks, "What's going on?"

"She's so difficult!" the frustrated man exclaims, not caring that Rachel can easily hear him. She simply rolls her eyes and works on the finishing touches on her makeup. "She can't make up her mind about whether to wear it up or down and we've changed it three times already!"

Kurt sighs and glances over at his best friend, who also looks like she's on the verge of a breakdown. He notices that her hair is pinned up and says, "Rach, your hair looks perfect like that. Just leave it."

Rachel turns to him. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

She looks into the mirror with a frown. "I don't know, Kurt."

He turns to the stylist and whispers, "Get out now, before it's too late and she changes her mind again."

Not needing to be told twice, the man quickly gathers his things and hastily leaves the room.

"Did you just send him away?" Rachel fumes.

"It was for the best. You look great. Now can you please get dressed?"

She mutters to herself as she stomps over to the closet to take her dress out.

"How's Quinn doing?" she asks as she steps into it.

Kurt walks over to help her zip the gown up. "She seemed okay. She's already on her way over there."

"Shit!" Rachel pulls away and starts looking around for her heels. "We should get going."

"Rachel," Kurt says as he stills her. "We have a few minutes to spare. Just breathe. Okay?"

She nods and sucks in a breath. After a moment, when she feels like she's calmed down, she sits down on the bed.

"How does she look?"

Kurt smirks and takes a seat next to her. "You'll just have to wait and see. I will say this, Quinn never disappoints and today is no exception."

Rachel beams, "Kurt, I'm so excited! I'm getting married!"

"I know! And I'm glad I was invited to at least one of your weddings."

She rolls her eyes and decides to ignore him by getting up and looking over herself in the mirror once again.

The hotel phone rings and she hears Kurt answering it.

"Hello? Yes, this is Mr. Hummel. Mhmm. Okay? Wait, what?"

She frowns and turns to him.

"There must be some mistake. Are you completely sure?"

He locks eyes with Rachel as he listens, his expression becoming more anxious, which was really making her worry.

"No, it's fine. Thank you." He puts the phone back on the receiver.

"Kurt, what's wrong?"

He nervously approaches her and carefully says, "So, slight change of plans."

"What is it?"

"We won't be riding together. So I'm going to meet you there."

She furrows her brow, "Okay? Any particular reason why?"

"Something came up. But everything is fine," he adds. "So don't worry."

"Are you sure?" She doesn't know why he would be acting this strange if it wasn't a big deal.

He nods before going to the mini bar in the corner of the room and comes back with three mini bottles of liquor. "Rum, vodka, or tequila. You only get one."

She takes the vodka and uncaps it before downing the shot. Kurt then takes a can of mints out of his jacket pocket and hands her one.

She finds it strange that he's not saying much now. But if there really is something to worry about then she'll find out soon enough.

He looks her over and smiles, "You look amazing."

"Thank you," she says softly.

"So, are you ready to do this?"

"I couldn't be more ready."

They go downstairs and outside to the busy New York street. Kurt walks Rachel over to a limo and says, "This one is yours."

When she nods, he opens the door and helps her inside.

"Thanks Kurt."

"Don't mention it. I'll see you in a bit."

After he closes the car door, she watches as he heads back into the building. She sighs and relaxes in her seat.

A couple of minutes later, when the limo still hasn't moved, she frowns and asks the driver, "When are we leaving?"

"Soon. We're just waiting on one more person."

She's taken aback. "Who?"

She jumps when the door in the other side suddenly opens and the person quickly gets inside.

Rachel stares in shock at the other person and before she can react, the limo starts pulling into traffic.

She continues to gape and says, "Judy?"

Judy glances over at her and says, "You should put your seatbelt on."

Rachel absently does so. "I wasn't expecting you to come."

"I wasn't expecting to come either," Judy sighs. "But late last night, I found myself booking the next available flight. I got here this morning."

"Does Quinn know?"

"No. I haven't told her or Russell."

"Well either way, I'm really glad you came."

"Are you really?" Judy eyes her.

Rachel nods, "I am."

Judy says nothing more and looks out the car window. Rachel cringes to herself with how awkward it was. It's been nearly a year and a half since she's seen or spoken to the woman she used to consider her sister. Where do they even begin?

"You look great," she says suddenly. "Have you lost weight?"

"A little," Judy nods. "Russell and I have been going to the gym a lot more lately."

"That's really good. All I have time for now is maybe a quick jog twice a week," she laughs.

Judy smiles politely and it's quiet in the limo once again. Rachel curses internally and figures she'll just have to endure the rest of the ride in awkward silence,

Ten painfully long minutes later, the driver pulls to a stop by one of the Central Park entrances. "When you're ready," he tells Rachel before stepping out of the car and leaving her alone with Judy.

They both continue to sit there and stare straight ahead. Rachel decides she'll have to be the one to get the ball rolling. So she turns to her and says softly, "I thought you never wanted to see me again."

Judy meets her gaze. "I did for a while. Just knowing that Quinn was out there somewhere with you made me crazy. I couldn't handle it."

"And now?"

"I don't know when or how," Judy smiles sadly, "but I think I'm almost at peace with it now. Because if I have to decide between hating you and being in my daughter's life, it's really no contest because I'm always going to choose Quinn."

Despite herself, Rachel smiles at this.

"It was really hard for me to come to terms with this. But I just have to accept it because Quinn loves you and she chose to be with you." Tears start to well up in Judy's eyes. "And I want more than anything to be okay with this."

"I know how hard this is. And I never intended to put you through any of it. And I'm truly sorry that you had to go through what you did. But I'm not sorry for loving Quinn and I will never apologize for that."

Judy doesn't say anything and just nods.

"None of this is your fault," Rachel assures. "The only thing that you're to blame for is raising Quinn to be so kind and loving and perfect."

This gets a genuine smile out of Judy. The woman carefully wipes her eyes. "I guess there's not much left to do except embrace reality." She looks Rachel right in the eyes and says, "You're never going to be a sister to me again."

Rachel nods because she understands. "That's fine. All I want is for you to be in our lives because Quinn is always going to need you and Russell."

Judy is quiet for a moment as she lets this sink in. She then turns to Rachel and hesitates before she speaks, "I'm sorry that I hit you and said the things I did."

"I forgive you."

The blonde woman clears her throat, "And thank you for allowing me to be here."

"Of course." She then frowns to herself. "I guess it's about time to go."

"I would like a moment with Quinn before it starts, if you don't mind."

"I'm sure she'd like that as well." She looks around to see Kurt waiting just outside the limo with the driver. "Kurt will show you where to go."

Judy nods and opens the door to get out.

"What's taking everyone so long?" Quinn asks her father. Her, Russell, Burt, Blaine, and Mercedes were waiting around at their designated spot in Central Park. Tina and Artie had taken off with Puck, Santana, and Brittany nearly half an hour earlier. They promised they wouldn't go far. But that didn't make her worry any less.

"I don't know," Russell answers. "But I'm sure they'll be here soon."

"Just relax, Quinn," Blaine says. "There isn't really a set time that we have to be out of here."

"But the sun is getting close to setting," she points out.

"Sweetheart, don't worry," Russell smiles at his daughter.

Quinn sighs in relief when she sees Brittany and Puck running over with Santana right behind them.

"Are we late?" Brittany asks as soon as they stop.

"No," Quinn says.

"Holy shit," Santana wheezes as she nearly falls over. "Those cigars were a terrible idea."

"Where's Tina and Artie?" Mercedes asks.

Brittany frowns and looks around, "They were right behind us."

"There they are!" Puck points.

And sure enough, the Asian girl can be seen walking towards them while pushing her boyfriend's wheelchair. "Don't tell me we're late," she says when they reach them.

"It's fine," Quinn says. "Rachel isn't even here yet."

"Really?" Puck asks. "Then me and Brittany are gonna go look at the polar bears. We'll make it back in time."

"You both stay right here," Quinn says sternly. "Rachel will be here any minute."

"Quinn?"

She hears Kurt's voice calling out from behind her and turns around. She freezes when she sees him escorting her mother.

"Judy?" Russell asks, confused.

Quinn can only continue to stare in bewilderment.

"You have a surprise guest," Kurt smiles. "I'll leave you both alone." He clears his throat while giving all of the others a pointed look. They quickly start to spread out to give Quinn her space.

"Mom, you came," Quinn smiles with tears in her eyes.

"I would have hated myself if I missed your big day."

She can't help herself. She pulls her mother into a tight hug. When she pulls back, she says, "Thank you for coming." She then pauses before she asks, "But are you really okay with being here?"

"I'll be fine. And I already spoke with Rachel."

Quinn frowns, "When?"

"Just now. Before I came over here."

"How did it go?"

"It event fine."

"What did - "

"Quinn," Judy stops her. "Don't worry about it, okay? From here on, we're moving forward. This is your day. I love you and I want you to be happy."

"Okay," Quinn nods. "I love you too."

"The second bride is coming!" Kurt suddenly shouts. "Places people!"

Russell walks over to take Judy's hand and pull her to stand next to him. Everyone else gets to where Kurt demanded them to stand.

Quinn turns around to look for Rachel. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

This is it.

It's only a minute later when she spots the brunette walking towards her. They lock eyes and neither can stop themselves from beaming at one another.

When Rachel reaches her, Quinn takes both of her hands in her own. "Wow," she breathes out as she takes her in.

Rachel blushes with a shy smile. She then leans over and whispers, "I think they're all waiting for us to get married now."

Quinn smiles and whispers back, "I think you're right." She then links her arm with Rachel's and guides them to stand before Burt.

The man grins and clears his throat, "Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray."

Burt continues with the ceremony speech, but Quinn finds herself subconsciously tuning out his voice as all of her attention is in the beautiful woman before her. She still can't believe that they made it this far. Her hands tighten their hold on Rachel's and the brunette purses her lips to keep from crying out of happiness.

Quinn is brought out of her daze when Rachel widens her eyes at her and whispers, "Quinn?"

She frowns and only then does she realize that everyone is giggling at her. "What?"

"I said it's time for the exchange of vows," Burt smiles.

"Oh!" She shakes her head at herself before looking into Rachel's eyes again. "So, sorry if I get nervous. Just bear with me."

Everyone lets out another chuckle while Rachel just gives a reassuring smile, and Quinn feels all of her anxiety suddenly fading away.