You better lock your phone
And look at me when you're alone
Won't take a lot to get you goin'
I'm sorry if it's torture though
I know, I know
~Billie Eilish, Billie Bossa Nova
"Would you stop staring at your phone and feeling guilty?" Mercedes rolled her eyes as Santana placed the popcorn before her, Brittany, and Violet.
Santana snatched Violet's phone from her hands, making the youngest girl pout even more. She proceeded to lock Violet out of her own phone, "This is for your own good. We haven't had a girls night since we all officially got home from tour, and we've got to catch up without Trouty Mouth distracting you."
Violet deadpanned, "So you guys decided the best course of action is to ambush us at our own house, forcibly kick him out, and then demand a slumber party."
"I thought it was a brilliant plan. Though, I still think we should've just tied him up and thrown him outside," Brittany shrugged as she popped some popcorn into her mouth.
Mercedes shook her head at her lead dancer's antics, "Besides, Sam is crashing with his parents with McConaughey. He's fine!"
"Why couldn't you guys have scheduled something like normal people?" Vi huffed.
Violet normally wouldn't be this frustrated at her girls. She was genuinely excited to see them and would've laughed at their antics if not for their timing. When Santana picked the lock to the backdoor and let the other girls inside, Violet was upstairs with her lips on Sam's neck and a hand down his pants.
Thankfully, McConaughey gave the couple enough warning of the intruders to get them looking decent, but it took less than five minutes for them to get Sam to gather all of his and their dog's things before they were kicked out.
So Violet was still a little –very– bitter that her fun with Sam was interrupted, not that she'd say anything to the girls.
"Since when are we normal?" Santana questioned. "Plus, the wedding is coming up, so we have to talk about that."
Vi looked at the couple with slight disbelief in her eyes, "You guys are getting married this quickly?"
Santana replied, "Well, you know what they say about long engagements?"
Brittany answered her fiancée's rhetorical question, "That it's a sign that one of them is a spy for the commies." All three girls looked at the blonde with varying degrees of disbelief. "Sue told me that."
The other half of the couple rolled her eyes, "Of course. Why am I not surprised?" But then she got back on topic, "We decided to get Artie to plan the wedding. Because even though he's bossy as hell, he's a good director with a vision."
Violet agreed, "He's good at what he does."
"Yeah, well, we're still in the beginning phases of planning, but we really wanted to get together because..." Santana's voice trailed off as she looked at Brittany expectantly.
Brittany grinned, "We want to bring the Troubletones back to perform at the wedding."
Mercedes was beaming from ear to ear, "Of course! I would never pass up the opportunity to perform with y'all."
Violet was practically bouncing out of her seat, "We're getting the band back together! Oh! We've gotta get Sugar in on this too."
"Don't worry. I've already let Sugar know. We've been catching up ever since we ran into her on Lesbos," Brittany added.
Santana then clarified, "Also, this wouldn't just be a Troubletones number. My mom insisted on performing at the wedding with some of the old Glee moms. Apparently, they've been dying to do something like this since our senior year, and now that they have a Facebook group to coordinate everything and a place to do it, they're hellbent on singing at the wedding."
Mercedes stopped Santana, "Hold up. They have a Facebook group?"
Violet nodded, "Yeah, Carol made it after Schue's wedding when Finn told her that Ms. Pillsbury was stressing about who's with who in the club. Carol thought that this was a good way to keep track of any future relationship changes, platonic or romantic but especially romantic."
Mercedes gaped in horror, "So they're just in there talking about us behind our backs."
"Yeah... Apparently, they even have 'teams' for different couples like Twilight. I haven't asked Carol about any updates on the group since high school, but the last thing I remember, Puck's mom was petitioning for 'Puckleberry' to make a resurgence."
Brittany mentioned, "Actually, his mom is fully on team Quinn now because Puck and Quinn are only together when they're in the same city. I think she said that she wanted Puck to finally settle down."
Mercedes asked, "How did you know?"
"My mom got me in the group."
Violet looked at her, intrigued, "Ooh, aside from the wedding, who are they talking about now?"
Brittany replied, "When you and Sam are getting married."
The girl choked on the air, so she decided to take a drink of water.
Santana smirked, "That or how long it'll take for you to get pregnant."
Violet then started to choke on the water, so Mercedes started patting her back.
"Are you guys trying to kill her?" Mercedes laughed.
Violet glared at her former teammates playfully.
"I mean, with how often you guys fuck, I put my money on you getting preggers within the next year," Santana said nonchalantly.
Brittany raised her hand, "I said 3 months."
"I'm on the pill! And even if I wasn't, we're not that bad," Violet muttered as her face started to heat up.
Santana deadpanned, "Uh-huh. And I totally didn't hear Sam pathetically moan, 'Fuck, Violet!' when I broke into your house tonight."
Violet stole the pillow Santana was leaning against and buried her face into it to hide her red face, "Stop!" She really thought they didn't catch the couple doing anything inappropriate.
Mercedes changed the topic, "Even though Santana likes talking about your sex life, I'm more interested in when Sam's gonna propose."
She kept her head buried in the pillow, "We talked about it already, and we're in no rush. We don't care about getting married as long as we're together."
Brittany exclaimed, "Ooh, I should post about this in the group!"
"No, babe, you should bet on Vi getting pregnant before getting married. We could use more money for a honeymoon or even a second honeymoon."
Violet screamed into the pillow, her composure completely gone at this point. "Why do you guys do this to me?"
Santana chuckled, "For someone so sex-positive, you get so embarrassed about talking about your sex life. It's hilarious."
She lifted her head from the pillow and pouted at her before getting up and jokingly opening up the front door, "Out."
The three older girls laughed at her, but Mercedes managed to control it to light chuckles, so she could guide the girl back onto the couch, "C'mon. Let's leave Vi alone now."
Violet just sighed and accepted her fate, "I need a drink. Who wants wine?" The rest of the group raised their hands, so the hostess of the night made her way to the kitchen to get the glasses and the bottle.
"I'm glad we're doing this," Mercedes mentioned fondly. "After award season, I needed this. Plus, it's good that we're doing this before I have to go back to LA to work on my second album."
"And this is why I broke into your house, Vi," Santana justified as Vi gave her and Mercedes their wine.
Violet glared at her again before going back into the kitchen to get her and Britt's glasses. She yelled back to the living room, "Okay, moving on. Anything else new?"
When Vi gave Britt her glass, Brittany remembered, "Oh, I found out who my dad really is."
Mercedes furrowed her eyebrows, "Wait... your dad isn't your dad?"
"I mean that makes sense. I've always wondered how you got none of your dad's features," Violet reasoned.
"Yeah, my dad is Stephen Hawking. My mom told me this morning."
All three girls looked at her incredulously. Mercedes broke the silence, "Are you sure?"
Brittany nodded, "It explains how I'm insanely smart and not Asian."
Santana processed the information, "I mean, it makes sense. But how did it happen?"
"Apparently, my parents went to England for their honeymoon, but my dad got confused and told my mom he couldn't have kids when he could, so she got really sad and went to drink without him. That's where she met my biological dad, and they had sex in the bathroom. Then, my mom gave birth to me in a barn in Indiana 9 months later."
"Wait, is that the wedding venue we were considering?" Santana asked in disbelief. Brittany nodded.
Violet tilted her head in confusion, "And your dad never questioned why you came out with blonde hair and blue eyes?"
Brittany sighed, "He just thinks that it's because I should look like my mom since I came out of her vagina. My dad's pretty stupid. My mom says that 'he's as dumb as bricks' all the time. But he's still my dad, and he'll always be my dad. I'm just glad I didn't get his IQ."
All of the girls clinked their glasses of wine to that.
§ § §
The next day, Violet sat in her office, door closed, trying to focus on making lesson plans for both the Glee Club and the Cheerios.
Keyword: trying
Sam was sitting obnoxiously close to his girlfriend, effectively distracting her from her tasks.
He wasn't doing this maliciously. He wasn't even thinking about their interrupted escapades. In fact, he had the most wholesome intentions. Sam missed her terribly especially because they were apart for nearly 12 hours straight. Usually, he wouldn't say he was a clingy boyfriend, but being forcibly thrown out of the home you and the love of your life shared wasn't something he was prepared for.
Hence, his clinginess.
But Violet's mind wasn't as innocent as her love's. She felt his breath on her neck and the electricity of their skin almost touching, and she couldn't think. Frankly, it was annoying her. She usually had better self-control than this.
"Buttercup, I need you to take three– no five– yeah, five steps away from me."
Sam pouted, "What? Why?" She then turned to him with dilated pupils, and her eyes slowly drifted to his lips.
Sam then widened his eyes in realization before a smirk graced his lips, "Oh, well, this is new."
She quickly turned away from him, and as her cheeks started to heat up, she repeated, "Five steps away, Evans."
He held his hands up in defeat and obeyed. "I just missed my girlfriend, but apparently my girlfriend only missed certain parts of me," Sam teased.
"I missed you too. I missed all of you."
He challenged, "Then, why won't you look at me?"
She protested, "I can look at you."
"Then look at me, Vi."
Defiantly, she looked at her boyfriend with all of the self-control she could muster up in that moment.
Sam smiled, but there was still a mischievous glint in his green eyes. He asked, "May I get closer to you? Or is that too much for you?"
Violet narrowed her eyes slightly at him because he didn't often tease her like this. Throughout their on-and-off relationship, she was always in the driver's seat; there was never a power struggle.
But she couldn't lie and say she didn't not like this.
Albeit different from her experiences with him and most (if not all) of her previous partners, she was intrigued by this new side of Sam.
"No, I have more control than that, buttercup."
"Good because I just wanted to see more of my girlfriend's face." He walked up to where she sat and lightly brushed his thumb on her cheekbone. "There's my Violet. My angel."
"...Am I interrupting something?"
Violet jumped out of her seat and away from her boyfriend, but surprisingly, Sam kept his cool and acted like nothing happened.
"Hey Mercedes! I'm glad to see you not kicking me out of my own house," he said playfully. "I was just heading out because the health class I'm teaching should be starting in 15. I still have to write the lesson plan on the board."
Sam walked past Violet before he exited and whispered, "Don't worry. I promise I'll finish what I started." He kissed her cheek innocently and then left her with her mouth slightly agape.
Mercedes shook her head, "Like rabbits. Maybe I should join that bet..."
"We weren't doing anything," Violet stated truthfully.
Her best friend just took a seat on the couch in her office, "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"
Violet could feel her face burning up, so she defeatedly plopped down in her own chair and put her head in her hands, "What did you need me for anyway?"
Mercedes got down to business, "I need your help in convincing Rachel to audition for this Broadway show."
She sobered up quickly and looked at the new pop star seriously, "No."
"No? But... why? She's clearly ready to get back out there." Mercedes truly didn't understand.
Violet breathed out and contemplated the best way to state her opinion. She really didn't think that Rachel needed a goal of a Broadway role again. So instead, she asked, "Why do you think she rejected your offer?"
Mercedes stated, "She's scared–"
Before she could explain herself further, Violet asked, "Why do you think she's scared?"
"She made a mistake, but she's learned from it. She came here to revive the club. You and Rachel are on good terms– actually good terms this time. I think she's ready to spread her wings again."
"She and I are on good terms as of around three days ago."
"And she realized how she treated you was wrong. She realized that you weren't stealing anything and that she lost the opportunity on her own," Mercedes argued.
"And while I applaud her for realizing what she did was wrong and stopped shifting the blame, realization is only the first step in recovery. She's in the process of becoming a better person that can handle the heartbreak and unforgiving nature of Broadway and fame. Even an audition feels too soon. She even said so herself."
Mercedes disagreed, "She needs to take the first step, or she'll always be afraid to take that first step."
Violet refuted, "And when she's ready, I'll help her take those first steps, but I think she's rebuilding a cracked foundation. She should be allowed the time to rebuild instead of being held to a time limit."
"I... I just don't get it." Mercedes got up from her seat. "I'm just trying to do what's best for her."
"As am I. We just don't see eye-to-eye. I'm sorry."
"I hope you know that I'm gonna convince her with or without you."
Violet nodded slightly, "I know. I won't stop you."
With that statement, both women agreed to disagree, and Mercedes left her office without another word.
§ § §
The Cheerios hit their final pose, and Violet audibly sighed in her megaphone from her spot in the stands.
"What do you think you could've done better?"
The new cheer coach was trying a new tactic to teaching. Instead of using Sue's proven method of screaming and insulting her cheerleaders, Violet decided to see if teaching the Cheerios self-reflection could save her vocal cords.
15 hands shot up in anticipation and lingering fear.
This method was somewhat effective because the Cheerios were afraid of doing wind sprints if they didn't participate in Violet's new exercise.
Violet pointed at a senior who replied, "We didn't smile enough."
Kitty looked at the boy incredulously, "Did your mom drop you on your head as a baby?"
The 21-year-old just decided to move on and pointed at a junior, but the junior gave an easy answer. "Energy! We needed more energy in our movements."
"While you're not wrong–" The junior cheered at this, but Violet deadpanned, "Do not congratulate yourself. That was a bad answer. It was a cop-out answer."
She stared back into the crowd of Cheerios and asked again, "What do you think you could've done better?"
No hands were raised this time, and Kitty crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. Violet had forbade her from answering because the Cheerios were getting lazy and relying on the head Cheerio too much.
Then, the McCarthy twins raised their hands at the same time. Violet nodded at the two, knowing that they'd both say something in tandem.
"I think there's a disconnect in how we look and how we think we look," Madison commented.
Mason added, "But we also don't know how we look because there isn't a mirror."
Violet thought to herself, 'I'm glad those two are transferring that one day of Booty Camp knowledge to the field.'
She then walked down from the bleachers to the front of the crowd. "Kitty, come assist." Kitty took her place next to Violet, unsure of what she was planning.
"This is a test. I expect all of you to have your hands up, ready to answer. Watch. Carefully." Violet then turned to Kitty, "Do a toe touch."
Kitty nodded and executed it perfectly.
Violet nodded then turned back to the crowd, "Now, watch me." She executed a toe touch herself before turning back to Kitty. "Together."
The coach counted off, "5... 6... 5, 6, 7, 8," and they executed the toe touches together. She turned back to the group of cheerleaders, "Test time."
"I didn't realize this was an eye test."
Violet glowered at the snark, and with her megaphone, she marched to the source. She yelled into the megaphone, into the person's ear, "You're cut from the team."
The senior widened her eyes and stuttered, "W-What? Y-You can't do that. I've been a Cheerio since my freshman year."
Violet smiled unapologetically, "I don't care." She then brought the megaphone back to her lips, "Now, get off my field!"
Embarrassed, the senior Cheerio sprinted off the field with tears in her eyes.
Violet retreated to her original position and looked at the crowd once more. There were looks of fear and sympathy, but it was mixed in with plenty of apathy and even smirks.
"Let this be a lesson to you all. I don't care about seniority. I don't care if you're a senior or a freshman. I don't care how many years you've been a Cheerio. I don't care about what you think you deserve. Being a Cheerio is about grit and determination. It's about executing routines that other people would drop dead doing but doing it with energy and passion. You are athletes of the highest degree, and I am holding you to high expectations because you are Cheerios."
A look of pride spread through the group, and Violet smirked slightly, "I hope that my decision to cut back on the yelling didn't impact your respect for me."
A scattered, "No ma'am," echoed through the crowd.
"Good. Now. Why did I show you that demonstration?"
All hands bolted up, and Violet pointed to a freshman who simply stated, "Unity."
Violet nodded and accepted the answer, but then asked, "Can anyone else expand on that? What about unity? Why did I show you that demonstration?"
She pointed to a senior, "You and Kitty didn't have the same height. It looked sloppy and not like you were doing it together. They were both good toe touches individually, but not together."
A knowing smile graced Violet's lips, "Ah. So we were two separate entities. But were both toe touches actually good toe touches?"
The high schoolers were deep in thought, pondering what Violet meant and rewinding the demonstration in their heads.
Madison's eyes shone in recognition, and she raised her hand, practically bursting at the seams with excitement.
"Yes, Madison?"
"You didn't use your plié!" She continued to explain, "Coach Suzuki's toe touch was intentionally not as good as Kitty's because she didn't use the power and momentum from the crouch. She just went through the motions, so Kitty's toe touch was not only more even, but it was higher."
"Brilliant analysis, Madison. Great mention of my plié and the symmetry of the legs."
Violet then explained to the group, "You are a team. You have to work together to convey a message together, not individually. Cheerleading requires precise movement, so even if one of you didn't use your plié or cheated on the positioning or even counted a quarter of a beat off, you look sloppy. There won't be clarity in the performance, and people will only look at how you weren't together or how things could've looked better."
She chuckled slightly before she explained, "That's what Principal Sylvester means when she calls you guys 'sloppy babies' after a routine. So, to rectify this mistake, what should you do?"
"Keep practicing?" A sophomore answered when Violet called on him.
Mason added, "Practice in front of a mirror and then without it. Make sure what you see and what we think you see are the same thing."
Violet nodded and then clapped, "Good work today! You know your assignment, so go home and show me progress!"
The Cheerios dispersed aside from Kitty who stated, "I still think you could've called them 'sloppy babies.' It's a classic after all."
Violet rolled her eyes and asked, "What? You don't like my new method?"
"You're going soft on them. Soon enough you'll turn into Mr. Schue," Kitty joked, knowing how the comparison got under her skin.
"Mmhmm, yeah, how's it going with Jake, by the way?" Violet retorted as she gathered her things.
"You're delusional."
"Ah. So I'm imagining you guys falling asleep on the phone together?"
"Yes."
"And you talking about the future together?"
"Yes."
"And you guys talking about potentially going to school together in New York?"
"Jake needs to keep his trap shut."
Violet smiled knowingly, "No can do. Big sister figure knows all."
Kitty grumbled, "I wouldn't go to New York just for him."
Jake had teased her in their call by saying that Kitty could just follow him to NYADA instead of following a rich, white dude to Princeton. He was joking because he knows how strong and independent Kitty is, but he didn't realize that what he said managed to hit a nerve. Kitty then showed some vulnerability to him for what felt like the first time ever, and Jake being Jake, didn't know how to handle it. So he called Vi.
Violet's eyes softened at the small girl, "I know that."
"I just... I always thought that I'd live a small-town life or even a life like Quinn's where she's basically a socialite going to an Ivy, but... I don't know... Is New York a crazy pipe dream? I mean, all of you came back."
Violet sighed and draped her arm over the smaller girl's shoulders, "And most of them are going to go back to New York. Sometimes– not always– you need to nurture your roots to grow, but I'm 100% positive that, eventually, Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine will go back. Mercedes has an 85% chance of going back to record her next album even though she thinks she'll record in LA. And I know that Jake feels at home in the city."
She emphasized to the younger girl, "New York isn't a pipe dream. You can have dreams bigger than the box you've put yourself in. So, even if you're wary about it now, I really do think you should apply to schools in New York."
Kitty started to consider everything that Vi said, but she tried to diffuse the air of seriousness by stating, "Oh, look. It's your boyfriend. I'm gonna go before you decide that you can't keep your hands off each other and fuck on the field."
"Kitty!" Violet screamed at the senior who was dying of laughter while running back into the school.
Sam chuckled at her appearance, "Now, who keeps embarrassing my beautiful girlfriend?"
He tried to lean in for a kiss, but Violet took a step back and crossed her arms.
"This is your fault."
"My fault?"
"Yes!" Violet exclaimed in exasperation. "Your fault! Everyone thinks we fuck like rabbits! Did you know that there are several bets going on about our sex life? Some of the Glee parents are running bets in their Facebook group!"
Sam paused and then asked, "Is that why my mom told me that we didn't have to get married to give her grandbabies and that God didn't care if we were married or not if he decided to give us a baby?"
"She's a part of this bet too?!"
Sam just wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back comfortingly.
She buried her face into his neck, and he could feel her pout as she said, "Still your fault."
"Angel, it takes two to tango."
"You're not allowed to use that nickname out of the bedroom."
Violet could feel his hum rumble in his chest. "And why's that?" he asked.
"You know why," she replied petulantly.
Sam pulled away from the embrace slightly so he could see her face. His eyes softened at her troubled ones, "I'm sorry, Vi. I know how you like to keep this stuff private because it gets in your head."
She looked down, "I hate being an overthinker."
He gently tilted her chin back up with his finger, so she'd look at him again, "I'm sorry for teasing you. I never see you flustered, and I thought you looked cute. But I'll stop if it makes you uncomfortable."
"Thank you," she whispered before giving him a light kiss. "I'm... I like when you make me flustered, but only when it's just us... in private. Is that okay?"
"More than okay."
She smiled softly, and he returned the action, "There's my beautiful Violet." He kissed her again before saying, "Let's try and forget about the bets and everyone's teasing. What were you talking to Kitty about before? How was practice?"
Violet hummed as she recalled the past couple of hours, "Practice was good. I had to kick off a senior for insubordination–"
"Were they bad?"
"A slacker who thought that they could coast. Senioritis most likely." Vi continued, "But I think the not yelling at them is working. I think this is a teaching tactic I could use in the studio."
"Oh! Before I forget, I wanted to tell you that they delivered the whiteboards and the portable barres to the studio already, but we're still waiting on the furniture," Sam tried to remember all the information. He's been working hard in helping with her studio since she's been more involved with the New Directions now.
"Ooh, okay. Thank you, buttercup."
Sam prompted her again, "What else happened?"
"Well, after practice, I was talking Kitty into applying for colleges in New York."
"Is she going to?"
Violet replied, "I think she's considering it."
"That's good. Did I tell you that I'm thinking about going to the University of Lima?" he asked nervously. He knew that she had negative memories regarding the school, so they didn't even look at the program when they were doing their research.
"Really?" Violet's eyes widened slightly. "Finn's old school?"
He nodded, and she started to think before saying, "Hmm maybe I should join you."
Sam's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before he smiled fondly at her, "We can apply together."
"Perfect."
Their moment was interrupted by Vi's phone buzzing. She read the text, and she bit her lip in contemplation.
Sam was concerned, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
She sighed, "It's Skylar. He's double-checking if we're good for dinner and making sure I'm absolutely okay with helping cook... I think they might think I'm a flight risk."
"I think they just want you to be ready to talk to them, so you don't get overwhelmed," he pointed out. "Are you sure you still want to?"
Violet let out a weighted breath, "I'm not sure, but I want to not be scared anymore."
"Are you ready?"
"I don't think I'll ever be ready. I just... I want things to go well, but I know that's out of my control."
He kissed her forehead, "It doesn't have to go well. This is just about you facing your fears. And no matter what, I'll be by your side."
She nodded, "I know. Thank you."
For some reason, this conversation reminded Violet of her discussion with Mercedes. She pondered internally, 'Is this what Mercedes was trying to say? That it isn't about the role but just about facing her fears?'
§ § §
Santana was frustrated. And worst of all, she was frustrated at Brittany, the love of her life and the person she tells everything to.
But Santana couldn't talk to her right now because thinking about what she did made her feel like throwing up or punching someone in the face.
Luckily, she had her best friend.
"I just don't understand why she would make up this whole scheme to try to invite her to our wedding," Santana vented to Violet while she helped her out with painting one of the rooms in the studio.
Violet sighed, "Britt knows how much your Abuela means to you–"
Santana interrupted, "Meant. Past tense."
She gave the older girl a look, "You know you don't mean that."
"Even if I do still care about that backwards, old bat, it doesn't change what she did. And yeah, it's been 3 years, but she's not going to change," Santana replied with a hint of disappointment. "She might say that blood is thicker than water and to surround yourself with family on your wedding day, but that's a load of bullshit. And Brittany just doesn't get that."
"Have you talked to her about it?"
Santana shook her head, "No. I watched that 'Queso por Dos' episode, and I was so mad that I came here instead. I needed to cool off."
Violet turned to look at her friend, "That's probably a good idea, but you'll have to talk to her about it eventually. And you know she's probably never gonna get it, right?"
Santana looked at her questioningly, so Vi continued, "Britt's family has always been extremely supportive in everything that she does. She never had family members disown her for being queer."
"Okay, but you haven't either, but you get it," she argued.
Violet replied, "It's because Britt's an optimist, and I'm a realist. Britt's also been extremely sheltered compared to me. Abuela is the only person tangentially in her life that would cut off contact with someone because of their sexuality. Britt just doesn't get why, so she thinks that she can change her. And all she really wants to do is make you happy."
Santana hummed at Violet's analysis before asking, "Do you think my abuela can change though?"
"Honestly... I don't know. I don't know her really except for the one or two times I met her sophomore year. But... I think it's always a possibility. People change for the people they love. I mean, my uncle changed his outlook on the arts because he loves his son. It's not impossible, but..."
"But...?"
"I don't want to get your hopes up. I know how much loved your abuela, but sometimes old people have a hard time changing..." Violet's voice trailed as she looked at Santana's crestfallen face.
The younger girl brought her into an embrace, "But we're all here for you. Your parents accept and love you. Your mom is extremely excited about this wedding. All of us that were in Glee love you and can't wait to see you and Britt get hitched. And best of all, you have Britt who will love you even through the afterlife."
Santana looked at Violet incredulously, and she just chuckled and continued her sentiment, "I'm serious! The whole 'til death do us part' shit isn't enough because I know that even if there's a chance of an afterlife, she'd love you until she ceased to exist."
She smiled at the thought of her fiancée, "She really is trying to do her best."
"And that's why you need to talk to her."
author's note
the introduction of the bet! this wasn't originally in my outline, but I'm so glad that I added it
also I'm releasing this chapter early because I have my first day of classes tomorrow, and I want to focus on that and writing another chapter instead of editing and such!