Chris's Pov
Walking into the chapel, I see well a shit tone of people I don't know, Santana is already here I'm later because, well, I had to pee. Better before than during the wedding, right?
Walking down the aisle, I see Santana and Quinn sitting next to each other, and I make my way over to them.
"Glad to see you on time." Quinn says with a smirk as I sit next to Santana. "I'm always on time." I say with a raised brow. "You're barely ever on time." Santana says, and I roll my eyes at her.
"You can sleep on the couch for the next week." I say, and Quinn raises her brow. "On the couch?" She asks, and well, I guess she didn't know Santana moved in.
"I moved in with Chris." Santana says, and I think Quinn's eyes popped out of her head. "You guys are like together?" Quinn asks, and well, the answer is "No, she just moved in, nothing more." I say with a shurg .
"I am so over this, and it hasn't even started yet. I'm clearly the hottest b*tch in this lousy joint, but I'm all alone, stuck here sitting with you." Santana says as Quinn does her lipstick.
"Uhm and me, I'm amazing." I say with as shrug. "Do you want me to slap you again?" Quinn asks as she hands her mirror to Santana.
"No slapping, ladies." I say with a roll of my eyes, like these two I swear to God.
"I hate weddings, and I hate Valentine's Day. They were invented by breeders to sell cheap chocolate and false hope." Santana says as she fixes her hair. Did that old pig just wink at my Quinnie? Oh, hell no.
"Hey, keep your eyes to yourself." I bite his way, and he quickly looks away.
"Do you know what I hate? Men. Every single one of them is a pig, except Chris and maybe Mr.Shue and Al Roker." Quinn says. "Aaawh Quinnie, I love you too." I say with a grin.
"And you know what? You were right.
I do let men define me, but not anymore. Like Gloria Steinem said, a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle. " Quinn says as Santana hands her the mirror back ,and oke?" Al Roker is disgusting, by the way." Santana says, and she does have a point.
"Whatever." Quinn says as she leans back. "At least I'm lovely." I say, and Santana rolls her eyes at me.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, I let you live in my multi-million apartment for free, I cook, clean, I even do your laundry, so just say it Chris your the best." I say as well I do all these things I don't mind to be honest. 11
"Yes, you are now. Be silent. it's gonna start." Quinn says, and I put my hands up in defense.
As Mr Shue stands next to Finn, a smile makes its way on my face, I would love to get married someday. And just seeing him there and Mercedes singing it makes me happy.
As the tune starts to play we all turn around in the direction of the door but once they open I think everybody's jaws just hit the fucking ground.
Sue in a fucking wedding dress is walking down the mother fucking aisle.
"Wtf." I soflty mumble to myself. I guess Emma doesn't wanna get married to Mr Shue I think they are perfect together, sure he dated my mom but I think that was just casual as disgusting as i find find that I think that's all it was.
But between him and Ms Pillsbury idk it's just real love.
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Well right now we are at the reception,.Mr Shue wanted us to have fun because we all came home and everything. So well even if this sucks for him I'm gonna have fun tonight.

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FanfictionChristopher Ford or how people know him Chris is the bastard son of William Clay Ford Jr., who right now is the executive chairman of Ford Motor Company. He and his mom have moved a lot, but there was always one place that felt like home. With his...