Their time in the city passes by in a blur, and before they know it, it's the day before the wedding.

They take a cab to the house on Long Island and Quinn can't help but marvel at how beautiful the place is when they arrive.

"Holy shit," she mumbles as they get their bags and walk to the front door.

"I know," Rachel agrees, nudging her forward.

They ring the doorbell and are greeted by Blaine right away.

"Hey guys! Come on in," he says as he takes their bags from them.

"It's about time you made it," Kurt remarks from the living room.

Rachel sighs, "Well, you know how traffic is at this hour."

He nods and walks over to take the bags from Blaine. "I'll get this." He turns to the two women, "Alright, I'll show you to your room."

They're led upstairs and down a long hallway to one of the guest bedrooms. Rachel finds that it isn't as big as their hotel room was, but it had a more inviting feel to it.

"Thank you," she says. "Where is everybody?"

"They'll be here tomorrow, at the wedding," he chuckles. "But my dad is on his way from the airport. And Tina, Artie, and Mercedes are flying in later today."

Rachel blinks at him. "Mercedes is coming?"

Quinn frowns and looks between the two.

He smirks, "Yes Rachel. She did RSVP after all."

She clears her throat, "I know. I just thought maybe her flight was delayed or cancelled perhaps."

"Did I miss something?" Quinn asks.

"Rachel, Mercedes, and I were all best friends in high school. Well...Rachel and Mercedes were more frenemies than anything."

Quinn quirks an eye at her girlfriend.

"We were each other's rivals in the glee club," Rachel explains. She waves a hand around, "Don't worry, I'm over it."

"Uh huh," Kurt smiles. "Well I'll let you two get some rest. My dad wants to barbecue later as a quick family, close friend kind of thing. So don't make any dinner plans!"

"We won't," Quinn assures him as he leaves the room. She closes the door and turns to her girlfriend, "Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah," Rachel yawns as she sits in the bed. "Just tired." She pats the empty spot next to her in the bed. "Lay with me?"

Quinn smiles, "Of course."

Later that day, when the barbecue is in full blast, Quinn finds herself on the back patio talking to what is probably the most random couple she's ever met.

"So what do you do, Artie?"

"I'm an independent film maker," the wheelchair-bound man answers proudly.

"Oh?" Quinn asks, not completely sure how that works. "Would I have seen your work anywhere?"

"Well," he pushes his glasses up his nose. "I just finished a documentary that's set to premiere at South by Southwest next year. This is probably the biggest gig in my career so far."

"Wow! Congratulations!"

He smiles, "Thank you."

She turns to his girlfriend, "And Tina, you said that you work in a call center?"

The Asian woman nods, "For now. It's more of something to get by while I'm in between jobs, you know?"

"Definitely. So, how long have you two been together?" Quinn asks, genuinely curious.

"We've been on and off since high school. So...a long time," Tina says, making them all laugh.

Mercedes suddenly appears in their circle and smiles politely at Quinn. "Hi, I don't think we've met. I'm Mercedes."

Quinn shakes her hand and smiles, "The Mercedes? I'm Quinn."

"So it's safe to say I've been talked about?"

"Quinn is Rachel's girlfriend," Tina explains.

Mercedes rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "I'll never understand how Rachel ends up with the prettiest people."

Quinn bursts out laughing and decides right away that she likes these people. She learns that Mercedes lives in Los Angeles and is a backup vocal recording artist. She's even done work for Beyonce's latest album, which is quite impressive.

After learning more and hearing different stories from their high school days, Quinn is slightly startled when Rachel suddenly shows up at her side.

"Are you doing okay over here?" the woman asks.

"I'm great," she smiles. "Hey, did you really send a transfer student to a crack house?"

The others howl with laughter as Rachel blushes. "Not one of my finest moments."

Quinn wraps an arm around her and presses a kiss to her temple.

"Rachel, are you performing tomorrow at the reception? I think we all are. But I was just wondering if you were too," Artie asks.

She nods at him, "That's the plan. I already have a song prepared."

"What are you singing?" Mercedes eyes her.

Rachel narrows her eyes and says, "Everyone will just have to wait and see."

"Hey guys," Blaine suddenly appears. "I'm taking off with some of my buddies for sort of a bachelor party celebration. So I'll see you tomorrow!" he says excitedly. "Oh, and Rachel, my parents should be here sometime around noon to help get everything set up and ready to go."

She nods, "Great. I'll be here. I'll take care of the caterer and florist."

He smiles at her gratefully before saying goodbye to everyone once again and leaving.

They continue chatting for a while, with Quinn learning even more ridiculous things about her girlfriend. Like the crazy cat calendars she kept in her locker. And her personal favorite, how Rachel accidentally broke the leg of a high school stalker named Jacob Ben Israel when she screamed after seeing him on a tree outside of her window one night.

Quinn knows she wasn't there for all of these little stories, but they definitely help paint a picture of what Rachel was like back then.

Kurt later joins them and talks in a hushed tone, "Hey. My dad keeps insisting on staying at the hotel, so it looks like we have the whole place to ourselves tonight. Meet in the kitchen in ten minutes after he leaves."

"For what?" Artie asks.

He rolls his eyes, "You think I'm gonna let Blaine have a bachelor party without having my own final blowout? There are bottles of liquor in there that I plan on having us all drink. Got it?"

Everyone nods because it makes sense.

"Ten minutes!"

What seems like hours later, everyone is sitting around in the living room and Quinn is exhausted. Everyone is drunk except for her and Artie. And she was ready for Rachel to crash so she could finally go to sleep, but the woman was still drinking with the others.

While Mercedes and Rachel get into a heated debate about the greatest Broadway production of all time, Artie yells at Quinn over the loud music, "How did you and Rachel meet, by the way?"

She blows out a puff of air and shouts back, "It's a long story."

Rachel hears Quinn and fumbles for the remote to turn down the music. "What's a long story?" she asks.

"I was just asking how you two met," Artie explains.

Rachel snorts out loud and buries her face in Quinn's shoulder. The blonde was becoming a little paranoid that her girlfriend didn't have much control of her filter right now.

"Yeah, how did you meet?" Mercedes asks.

"I was wondering too," Tina chimes in.

Quinn takes a deep breath, ready to make up the most believable story she can while on the spot, but is stopped when Rachel interrupts.

"I'll tell them the story," she says.

"Rachel," Quinn frowns.

"Quinn, I got this!" she slurs while lightly rubbing the girl's leg.

Kurt leans forward in his seat with a smirk and mutters, "This should be good."

Rachel clears her throat, "So one night, about a year ago, Quinn was at Breadstix when I was waitressing one night."

Quinn smiles and thinks that maybe Rachel has her thoughts together after all.

"Oh, I love Breadstix!" Tina says.

"Hold up, you're a waitress?" Mercedes asks.

Rachel rolls her eyes, "I used to be. Can I get back to the story now?"

Mercedes makes a gesture with her hand, telling her to go ahead.

"Anyway." She locks eyes with Quinn and they both smile at each other. "Quinn was at Breadstix on a date...with a very attractive model."

Quinn's smile instantly drops.

"So when you say model..." Artie starts, a little too eagerly.

"Not all that important," Quinn waves off quickly. She looks at Rachel with a questioning gaze.

"As I was saying, I was their waitress that night. But as soon as I saw Quinn, there was just this instant connection between us! I knew I had to make her mine, with or without this other bimbo in the picture."

Quinn internally cringes and clasps her hands together as her girlfriend keeps going.

"But then, a little while later, I hear someone coughing and look over to see Quinn choking on a bread stick."

Her mouth drops open at the new twist in Rachel's story.

"Of course her idiot date was no help, and just ran around the restaurant, screaming her head off, while poor Quinn passed out on the floor."

Rachel pouts and rubs her back for additional effect. Quinn gapes at her and looks around at everyone else. Kurt was laughing with his face in a pillow, and the other three were really into the story, listening intently.

"And then something came over me. I couldn't just let this beautiful stranger die! So I demanded another waiter to call 911, and then I rushed over to Quinn and started performing CPR on her."

Quinn is pretty sure her face was beet red at the moment, but no one seems to notice. She'll forever be known as Breadstick Girl to these people.

"After a few minutes, she finally started breathing again and opened her eyes. And before we could say anything to each other, the paramedics showed up and took her to the hospital."

"Then what happened?" Tina asks worriedly.

"What do you think? I got in a car and rushed to the hospital, running red lights and dodging traffic as best as I could. I just had to make sure she was okay!" she cries out dramatically.

Quinn is pretty sure she hears Kurt laughing hysterically under the pillow now.

"I get to the hospital, and then I find Quinn's room just as the doctor's leaving. I beg him to let me in to see her, and he does! And when Quinn sees me come in," Rachel holds a hand out in the air, "she says, 'You're the one that saved me'. And I said yes, yes I am. And she took my hand and -"

"And then," Quinn interrupts, not wanting this story to get even more ridiculous than it already was. She turns to Rachel and says softly, "And then I asked her what her name was."

The woman stares back at her lovingly. "And I said that it was Rachel."

"So then I said, 'I know there's no way I can ever repay you for...saving my life. But can I start by taking you out?'" She clears her throat and holds up their conjoined hands. "And the rest is history."

"That is so sweet," Tina gushes.

Mercedes nods in agreement before frowning at Kurt, "Are you okay?"

There are tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. He quickly wipes them and fakes a sniffle. "I'm fine. That story gets me every time," he subtly smirks at Rachel.

"I'm glad that you're still together," Tina smiles at them.

Artie leans over to Quinn and whispers, "So this model girl is single now, right?"

The doorbell rings before she has to answer and she sighs in relief. But the mischievous glance between Tina and Mercedes doesn't go unnoticed by her.

"I'll get it!" Tina yells as she runs to the door while Mercedes disappears into the kitchen.

Quinn takes the opportunity to lean into her girlfriend's ear and whisper, "Nice story."

"You think so?" Rachel beams.

She laughs and shakes her head, "You had me choking on a bread stick! Maybe you should be the writer because I'm clearly out of my depth."

"Don't spout such nonsense," Rachel mumbles as she grabs the bottle of tequila in front of them as well as two shot glasses. She expertly fills them both up. "Here, do a shot with me!"

"I think I'm done for the night," Quinn declines.

"More for me," the woman shrugs and downs both shots at once.

She laughs out loud and leans her head onto Quinn's shoulder, but the blonde immediately sits up when Tina comes back into the room with a man wearing a really tacky police uniform.

"Kurt, a policeman is here!" Tina cries out with a smile on her face. Mercedes comes back with a chair in tow and places it in the middle of the living room.

Kurt, however, is too drunk to realize that it's all just an act. "What! What's going on?" he panics and stands up.

The "officer" smirks and takes off his aviators. "Sit down," he demands.

Mercedes pushes Kurt to sit in the chair that she had brought over.

Quinn stifles a laugh at the scene before her and how contrived the whole thing is. Rachel leans over and cackles, "Quinn, there's a police officer here."

"I know, baby."

"And you're underage!"

"Shh!" Quinn hushes her, afraid that the actual cops are going to be called.

"Why, what's the matter officer?" Tina asks with a grin. "Were we being too loud?" She even throws in a wink for good measure.

"I'm here," he grabs the remote to turn the music up, "because you're not being loud enough!"

His outfit is suddenly ripped off, leaving him in nothing but his boots and a blue speedo. When he starts dancing and grinding against Kurt's lap, the groom to be smiles at everyone, "You guys got a stripper?"

"You're getting married. Of course we did!" Mercedes answers as she, Tina, and Rachel cheer him on. "Get it, Kurt!"

Quinn doesn't know how to react and locks eyes with Artie. "Want to go get a drink?" she asks.

The man nods and proceeds to wheel himself away into the kitchen. She follows and fills a cup with ice to hand to him.

"It was getting a little intense out there," he says as he pours more liquor into his cup."

Quinn nods in agreement as she takes a chug from her own cup, "I'm not nearly drunk enough for this."

Artie shakes his head and sips his drink. After a moment, he says, "You're a lot younger than Rachel."

She nods, "Yeah. Like twelve years or something."

"That's cool. I dated a younger girl once when me and Tina were broken up. But she was too immature and always blew me off to go out to college parties with her friends. She also forced me to make an Instagram account."

"I don't have Instagram," Quinn laughs.

"But you seem a lot more mature for your age."

"Thank you?"

Kurt bursts into the kitchen and heads right for the fridge.

"Hey Kurt," Artie says. "You guys having fun out there?"

He completely ignores them and comes out with a bottle of champagne, a can of whipped cream, and a determined look in his eyes. He then wordlessly darts back into the living room.

Quinn frowns, "We should probably get back out there."

They come back out to see the stripper dancing in the middle of everyone else to some awful hip-hop song. Rachel spots her girlfriend and immediately runs over.

"Quinn! Can I give the stripper a dollar? Everyone else did," she asks, completely out of breath. She then takes Quinn's drink and starts chugging it.

"Yeah," Quinn chuckles. "I think I actually have a dollar." She reaches into her front pocket and pulls out a dollar bill. The woman takes it with a smile before rushing back over to everyone else.

She tries a couple times to stick it in the waistband, but his hips won't stop moving. She eventually gets it in and cheers for herself, and hesitantly smacks his behind before getting back to dancing.

Quinn laughs at her girlfriend and all of her adorableness. She's happy that she finally has a chance to let loose since their lives have been so busy lately.

Her thoughts are interrupted when Artie nudges her. "This place is completely trashed," he says as he looks around. "We should probably start cleaning."

She sighs and looks around at all of the cups and bottles littered on the floor as well as the scattered furniture. She then goes to the kitchen and returns with a couple of trash bags and hands one to Artie.

After about twenty minutes of collecting all the trash, Quinn frowns as she looks at the dancing group.

She walks over to Tina and asks, "Where's Rachel?"

"I don't know," Tina laughs and stumbles over. "I think she went that way," she points to the other side of the house.

Quinn rolls her eyes and says, "Thanks."

She goes down the hall and rounds the corner to go upstairs, but stops when she sees her girlfriend sitting in the middle of the flight of stairs, hunched over.

"Rach, you okay?" she asks as she climbs the stairs to sit next to her.

"Quinn!" she looks up and it's then that Quinn can see she's been crying.

She wraps an arm around her shoulder and says, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"I -" Rachel sobs. "I did something bad."

She furrows her brow. "Something bad?"

"Uh huh," the woman hiccups. "I slapped the stripper's ass."

She bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing and clears her throat, "Really?"

"Yes!" Rachel cries. "I'm so sorry! Please don't be mad at me!"

"Baby," she chuckles. "It's okay. I even saw you do it."

"You saw it?" Rachel looks beyond devastated.

"Hey, calm down. I'm not mad."

"You're not?" Rachel was now sporting a look of confusion.

"Not even a little bit." Quinn says as she kisses her cheek.

Rachel thinks to herself for a moment, then smiles at Quinn. "I love you so much."

She leans over for a sloppy kiss, but Quinn pulls back and laughs, "You are so gone right now, you know that?"

"But I love you!" Rachel hiccups. She then smirks, "You know, you can spank me anytime you want."

Quinn blushes and purses her lips, "I wouldn't be surprised at all if you were into it."

She gasps when Rachel suddenly kisses her again. Only this time, she actually lands on her mouth and deepens the kiss.

"Quinn," she moans. "Touch me."

"Rach," Quinn says cautiously as she pulls back.

"Can we go upstairs?" Rachel asks eagerly. "I really, really need you right now."

"Baby, you know we can't do that when you're this wasted."

"Why?" Rachel whines. "Why do you have to be so...morallyistic all the time?"

Quinn smiles, "Morallyistic?"

"Whatever," the woman hiccups again. She starts unbuttoning her own blouse but is quickly stopped when Quinn stills her hands. "Can you just fuck me already?"

"Um, guys?" A red-faced Artie wheels around the corner and looks up at them. "Sorry to interrupt, Quinn. But the stripper's underwear came off and I'm not exactly..." he gestures down at his wheelchair, "equipped to do anything about it."

Quinn runs a hand through her hair and stands up. "Rachel, stay here. I'll be right back."

"What? No! I wanna go with you!"

She attempts to stand up and catch Quinn by the waist, but misses and falls forward, sending them both tumbling down the stairs. Artie is able to wheel himself backwards just enough to narrowly avoid them as they crash into a heap at the base.

"Ow..." Quinn groans as she lies there for a moment.

"You guys okay?" Artie asks.

She holds a thumb up in the air, "I'm okay."

She quickly turns over and tends to her girlfriend, who was lying in top of her for a moment.

"Rach? Are you all right?" she asks as she gently rolls her onto her back.

"Ugh, yeah," Rachel moans before she looks up at Quinn. "I think I landed on you."

"I think you did too." She turns to Artie and sighs, "Shit, naked stripper. Right. Can you watch her for a minute?"

Before he has a chance to respond, she takes off down the hallway and yells, "Kurt! You put that whipped cream down right now!"