After Deployment

42

"Who knew wedding planning was this hard?" Quinn complained, tossing one of the magazines on the table.

"Uh, we did." Brittany said. "It's super hard."

"Well, it wasn't all bad." Santana answered. "I mean, we did get married."

Quinn nodded back.

"You're not having second thoughts about it, are you?" Santana guessed.

"God, no." Quinn said. "It's just that I've been going through the magazines, and Pinterest, and it's so much to plan. Is it worth waiting and having a big fancy wedding?"

"It all depends on what you two want." Brittany said. "What does he want?"

"Honestly both of us just wanna be married. We're simple with this." Quinn answered. "We just have so much other stuff going on that... how do you choose what to sacrifice, you know? Like, what kind of wedding to plan? And what baby shower?"

"It's all just what you want." Santana said.

Quinn nodded slowly. "Well, part of me wants a big church wedding, but it doesn't feel like us."

"So find something else that feels like you." Santana told Quinn. "Brittany planned our wedding and it was perfect because it was her and I love her."

"Our wedding day was the best day of my life." Brittany told Quinn. "Some parts of the day are a blur because it's so chaotic, in the best way."

Quinn nodded slowly.

"We could totally help you plan a ceremony in, like, a week, but I wouldn't recommend doing all of that while you're pregnant." Brittany went on. "Because you'll be really stressed."

"Yeah, and believe me, that's the last thing Noah needs, too." Quinn informed her friends.

Santana nodded slowly. "Is he okay? We haven't hung out much lately."

"I don't know how much he's told you, but he's been seeing a therapist. He has PTSD." Quinn told Santana and Brittany.

"When he stayed over, all he really told us was that he was having nightmares." Santana told Quinn.

"He was." Quinn said. "It was bad."

"Is that why he stopped drinking?" Santana asked.

Quinn nodded slowly. "It got really bad."

"What happened?" Santana wondered.

Brittany looked at Quinn.

"I woke up one night with his hands pressing into my neck." Quinn informed Santana and Brittany as she took a deep breath. "He was on top of me and his eyes were open, but... lifeless."

"Oh my god." Santana said, her eyes widening. "Are you okay?"

Quinn nodded slowly. "I'm okay, and the baby's okay, but Noah still feels horrible."

"Well, he hurt you." Brittany stated with a nod.

"He could've killed you." Santana said. "Or the baby."

"I know." Quinn responded. "That's when I told him he had to go to therapy or that was it. I couldn't risk it until he got better."

"Is he better?" Santana wondered, folding her arms.

"He's doing much better." Quinn answered. "Some days are better than others, but he's not as bad as he was that day."

"Aren't you afraid?" Brittany asked.

Quinn shook her head. "Noah has it under control, and I know he would never hurt me."

"Well, I'm glad you told us what's been going on." Santana responded. "And you know if either of you need anything, we're here."

"We know." Quinn said with a small smile. "Thank you."