"Okay, who's gonna sit next to Julian?" Quinn asked as she and Adalynn worked on the seating chart for the wedding.
"Put him with my dad and Carole," Adalynn said as she worked on making a design for the invitations. "And then Bailey can sit with Tina, Britt, San, and the twins."
"I wanna be the flower girl," Maya said, placing a tiara on her head from the collection of costume jewelry on Quinn's vanity.
"You not cute enough to be the flower girl," Ava scoffed as she painted her nails a sparkly purple color.
"Ava, we look the same," the older twin said.
"I'm cuter," Ava shrugged.
"I just said we are the same, so stop."
Woof.
"Oreo says to knock it off," Adalynn chuckled as she scratched the frenchie behind the ears.
"Ada, I wanna be the flower girl," Maya said as she walked over to where Adalynn and Quinn were sitting on the bed with a pout on her face. "I older, so I should be it."
"How about you and Ava both be the flower girl?" Quinn suggested.
"Yeah, it's not worth fighting over," said Adalynn. "Besides, you two would look so cute in matching dresses with little baskets of rose petals."
"I likes that idea," Ava smiled as she screwed the cap back onto the nail polish.
"I likes it too," Maya nodded.
"Awesome. I'm so glad we could compromise," Quinn said as she straightened the tiara on Maya's head.
"So, when exactly are we having the wedding?" Adalynn asked as she looked through the planning sheets they had been working on over the last few months.
"Maybe this spring?" Quinn suggested. "I don't know, I kinda like the long engagement."
"Christ, this is still so crazy to think about," the brunette said, as she leaned back against the headboard. "I mean, part of this still doesn't feel real...like it's some kind of dream, and I'm gonna wake up and still be that closeted freshman watching you from a distance."
"Or I'm gonna wake up in my dorm room hating myself for letting you go," Quinn nodded in understanding, opening her arms up for Adalynn, who leaned into her, her head resting on her chest. Maya nudged her twin and nodded to the door in a silent command for them to leave the two older girls alone.
"We've come a long way, huh?" Adalynn asked, looking up at Quinn as the twins quietly slipped out of the room.
"We definitely have, sweet girl," the blonde smiled as she brushed Adalynn's brunette hair out of her face. Her hand cupped her cheek, the pad of her thumb gently caressing the smooth area of skin as she leaned down to kiss her lips.
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"Welcome, everyone, to our very first Glee Club rehearsal," Rachel beamed as she and Finn walked into the choir room.
"First, we would like to welcome back our distinguished alumni, who have agreed to stay another week," Finn said as the graduates smiled.
"How exactly are you guys doing that?" Jane asked.
"Shut up," Juniper scoffed before smiling at Adalynn beside her. "No one cares."
"I can bend time and space with my mind," Brittany shrugged.
"Okay, so as you very well have heard, the Glee Club has a grand and glorious tradition of starting each week with a lesson where we explore every musical genre under the sun," said Rachel.
"But mostly Katy Perry and show tunes," said Quinn.
"Not this week," Finn said as he went over to the whiteboard. "Rachel and I are extremely excited to kick off this week's lesson with our first musical lesson, 'Jagged Little Tapestry.'"
"Oh, look, finally some songs about Rachel's hair extensions," Santana teased.
"Now, as you can clearly see, we've combined the titles of these two iconic albums," Rachel said, ignoring the comment from the Latina. "Alanis Morissette's Jagged Little Pill, which is celebrating its 20th year anniversary, and Carole King's Tapestry."
"So, these two iconic albums are sort of like chocolate and peanut butter," said Finn. "Or peanut butter and jelly."
"They're both different, but amazing. You know, you could say they're sort of like the Reese's Pieces of music."
"Or, if you don't like Reese's Pieces, you can name another candy of your choice."
"Gummy bears," Maya said as she ate a red gummy bear.
"Chocolate," Ava mumbled around the Hershey's chocolate bar she was eating
"Okay, so Carole King's Tapestry is easy and informal, like getting a cup of coffee with an old friend," said Finn.
"Team Carole," the McCarthy twins said in unison as they fist-bumped.
"And Alanis is different," said Rachel. "She's, you know, edgy and dark. Angry."
"Team Alanis," Adalynn smirked, high-fiving Juniper.
"And this is why we wanted this to be your first lesson," said Finn. "Because, like Alanis and Carole, you can look at every situation from two different points of view."
"What Finn is trying to say is that it's about working together, using this lesson to grow as a team," said Rachel.
"I'm sorry, I'm confused," Jane spoke up. "What is it exactly you want us to do?"
"Just sit and smile like I did for three years," Tina said with a forced smile.
"So, our weekly lesson is to find a partner that has a different style than you and work together to mash up an Alanis and Carole song," Rachel explained.
"Hey, Puckerman, do you know what a mash up is this time, or are you still a fudging idiot?" Adalynn asked the older boy with a smirk.
"Shut up, Hummel," Puck scoffed.
"Finn and I will demonstrate...probably tomorrow?"
"What? We–"
"Why do you keep interrupting me?"
"You're confusing the hell out of them."
"Okay, how about since you and Pillsbury Dough Turd obviously have some issues to iron out, Britt and I will go first," Santana interrupted the arguing couple.
"Thank you," Rachel said with a small smile. "That would be great."
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The next day, Brittany and Santana performed a mash-up of I Feel The Earth Move and Hand In My Pocket. When they were done, everyone clapped and cheered.
"And that is how a mash-up is done, everyone," Rachel beamed.
"No, actually this is," Santana said as she turned to her girlfriend. "Britt, can you take a seat?"
"Okay," Brittany said as she sat down in the chair used in the number.
"So, I figured that this is as good a place as any to ask you this question, mainly because it's gonna really upset all the single guys and gals in here," Santana began. "I want to mash-up with you forever, Britt. I mean, some people love someone because they make them a better person, and that's not why I love you. Because you've just always wanted me to be myself. You're my favorite person in the whole world, and we're a big deal, you know? Like, no matter how many times we've tried to put our thing down and walk away from it, we can't because I don't want to live my life without my one true love. And I normally use a lot of words when I'm saying something negative, so since this is the most positive thing I'm ever gonna do, I'm gonna keep it simple."
A band member handed Santana a box. Adalynn gasped, exchanging a look with Quinn beside her as Bailey's eyes widened with excitement.
"Brittany S. Pierce..." Santana said as she got down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"
Maya excitedly wrapped her arms around Ava, who was bouncing in her chair with excitement.
"Wait, what's happening?" Roderick frowned.
"Shut up and let the lesbians have their moment," said Julian.
"This kind of thing happens in here all the time," Puck added. "Just go with it."
"Oh my god, I would love to," Brittany said, taking the ring out of the box and slipping it onto her finger.
"Really?" Santana gasped, her face flooding with relief.
"I would love to," Brittany said again as she stood up to hug her fiancé. "Yes."
Everyone smiled and clapped for the newly engaged couple. The twins screamed in excitement, jumping up and down as they hugged each other.
"Oh my god," Bailey said as she jumped up from her chair to hug her soon to be sister-in-law.
"I finally get a little sister," Santana cooed, hugging Bailey tightly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" the younger Pierce asked.
"Cause it was a surprise, Little B," the Latina chuckled.
"I'm sorry," Kurt spoke up, rising from his chair. "I just have to speak now or forever hold my peace."
"Um, normally you save that kind of thing for the wedding," Quinn said, slightly annoyed.
"Did you learn nothing from me and Blaine?"
"Kurt..." Adalynn sighed, shaking her head. "Don't ruin their moment by making this about you."
"We're too young to get married. All of us," Kurt said, sending a pointed look in his sister's direction.
"As somebody who has lived their life jealousy attacking the happiness of others, even I can't hate this engagement," Tina spoke up. "You guys are perfect together. Same with Quinn and Adalynn."
"Thank you, Tina," Santana said, sending Kurt a look as everyone came down to congratulate them.
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"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!" Adalynn yelled, storming after her brother. "Don't you walk away from me!"
"What do you want?" Kurt asked, turning around to face his fuming little sister.
"Don't play stupid, you fucking idiot," the younger girl scoffed. "What was that all about? Santana and Brittany are our friends. Even if we don't agree with every choice our friends make, we're supposed to support them, the same way that we support our family."
Kurt sighed, looking down at the engagement ring on Adalynn's finger. "So you guys are really going through with this?"
"Yes," Adalynn said as calmly as possible.
"Oh, Kurt, can I have a word with you?" Santana said as she walked up to the two siblings.
"I'm gonna go," Adalynn said as she tried to walk away.
"No, Addibear, stay. I need a witness," Santana said, grabbing Adalynn's arm to pull her back. "Kurt, I took what you said to heart and I thought long and hard about it, and it occurred to me that you may have a point. Okay, maybe Brittany and I are too young to get married. I mean, after all, that's why it didn't work out with you and Blaine, right? Or maybe it didn't work out because you're a judgemental little gerontophile with a mouth like a cat's ass."
"Santana Diabla–"
"Maybe Blaine got tired of hearing a shrill self-aggrandizing lecture about how you felt you two were at the very apex of the gay rights movement every time you so much as cooked macaroni and cheese together or farted. Maybe he didn't want to be with someone who looks like they just removed their top row of dentures every time they smile, or someone who doesn't dress like an extra out of one of Andy Dick's more elaborate wet dreams. Maybe Blaine grew weary of dating a breathier, more feminine Quinn Fabray. Maybe he finally got freaked out by your strange obsession with old people that causes you to skulk around nursing homes like one of those cats that can smell cancer. Maybe he got tired of watching you drape yourself on every piano you happen past to entertain exactly no one with, say, some song that Judy Garland choked on her tongue in the middle of or some sassy old Broadway standard made famous by another dead alcoholic crone. Maybe Blaine woke up one day and said, 'You know what? I don't want to marry a sexless, self centered baton-twirler. Maybe I need someone who knows more than three dance moves.' The finger wag, the shoulder shimmy, and the one where you pretend to twirl two invisible rainbow-colored ribbons attached to your hips. So, you know what, maybe that's why it didn't work out. Maybe it has nothing to do with me and Brittany, or Adalynn and Quinn. Maybe it's just that you are utterly, utterly intolerable. Maybe that has something to do with it."
And with that, Santana turned on her heel and stormed away, leaving both siblings in shock.
"I...I'm gonna go," Adalynn eventually said as she turned and walked away.
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a/n
oh, kurt...
the wedding is next! i have some things planned that i think you guys will be happy about
two more chapters left 🥲