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By xxglistxx

New week came and Bea, Quinn, Finn, and Nathalie were stood by the boy's locker, talking about what they wanted to do this week, when Burt and Carole approached them with Kurt with a look of excitement.

Nathalie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and wondered why their dad and Finn's mom were at school grounds so early in the morning, "what's going on?"

"Is this one of those interventions, 'cause...?" Finn asked, trailing off at the end as he was unsure of what was going on.

"If it is, it's for the five of us. They bombarded me and forced me to bring them to you four." Kurt replied.

"Okay, come on, tell 'em," Burt encouraged, smiling widely at Carole, who shook her head excitedly while nudging his shoulder, "no, no, no, you. Come on."

This felt like a tennis game for the five kids who watched the two adults arguing back and forth on who should break down the news.

In the end, after Carole's pleads, she managed to convince Burt to tell them, "all right, so you know how I drive Carole to work every Tuesday? Well, today I drove here, and we snuck into that classroom where Kurt introduced us... very romantic of me, I might add... and I..."

"He proposed! He proposed!" Carole cut him off and started jumping around happily. Nathalie's mouth dropped open in surprise and grabbed Carole's hand to see the ring.

"Oh, dad!" she gasped while smiling proudly at her dad. The ring was beautiful, even though it was small. There were small, encrusted diamonds that decorated the band, and then a slightly bigger one in the middle.

"It's really beautiful," Bea commented and Quinn agreed, "really gorgeous."

"Oh! We wanted the five of you to be the first to know." Carole explained to the kids and Burt shrugged with a smile plastered on his face, "yeah, after the kids in that homeroom. Come on, family hug, huh? Okay. Come on!"

The family shared a family hug together, but Burt felt someone was missing. Taking a step back, he saw that Quinn wasn't in the group hug and encouraged for the girl to hug them as well. She happily smiled and did hug the family back.

"I'm so excited and – and nervous!" Carole exclaimed when they pulled away from the hug.

"Oh, don't be, don't be," Kurt reassured and smiled at his two sisters, "this is just what I needed. The three of us will take care of it from here. I have a trunk full of wedding magazines hidden under my bed. I'm thinking of a russet and cognac theme."

The three girls couldn't help but laugh at how confused Finn looked at the words that just came out of Kurt's mouth, "those are colors, Finn," Nathalie explained and he nodded, finally understanding, "Fall wedding colors. Autumnal," the two sisters looked at Kurt, "count us in."

"Nothing too extravagant, guys, okay? We're gonna use whatever savings we have. We are spending it on the honeymoon. That's right. We're going to Waikiki. We're gonna go to the hotel where they put up the guest stars on Lost," Burt explained and Quinn looked at Nathalie confused, silently asking her where that city is.

"It's in Hawaii, babe," Nathalie whispered to her ear and Quinn hummed and nodded.

Carole looked at Finn worried about his sudden silence, "Finn, you-you haven't said anything."

"Uh, I'm... I guess I'm just kind of stunned." Finn stuttered and Nathalie couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows at him. She felt like he was hiding something from his mother, maybe he felt uncomfortable with this proposal. Maybe it was that, but she wasn't going to pressure him to tell her what was going on.

"Hey, don't worry. I'm already looking for a bigger house. One where everybody's gonna get their own rooms. All right?" Burt reassured and Bea widened her eyes in shock, "yeah, we definitely need a bigger house."

"All right, now listen, Kurt, Nat and Bea, Mr. and Misses Wedding Planners, I want you to take care of one thing. I don't care about the food or the booze at this party, but I want one heck of a band. I've been eating right. I've been exercising. And I want to boogie with Carole at this wedding. And I will boogie," Burt requested and his three kids started to laugh at how their dad is miserable at dancing.

"All right. It's already taken care of, Dad. We're going to hire the New Directions as your band. Right? It won't cost you a cent. They're cheap, they're available. Long story short..." Kurt winked at his two sisters and smiled, "you're having a Glee wedding."

︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶   ︶

The girls were assembled in the choir room discussing about the Kurt-Karofsky situation.

"Ladies, the Kurt-Karofsky bullying situation is getting way out of control. Kurt's miserable, he's losing weight...and not in a good way. And he's barely even fighting me for solos anymore," Rachel announced, looking at the rest of the girls worriedly.

"And we've all been teased, but something about what Karofsky's doing is so much worse," Tina agreed.

"We're all lucky enough to have boyfriends on the football team. I say, we band together and demand that they confront Karofsky," Rachel reminded and both Quinn and Nathalie looked at each other confused.

"Okay, first of all, I'm not dating a jock, I'm dating a cheerio," Nathalie pointed out and Quinn joined the conversation, "and second of all, I think you personally just set the feminist movement back 50 years."

"We're aware that you two are dating," Rachel rolled her eyes, "but guys like Karofsky only respond to muscle," Rachel pointed out and Quinn hummed unconvinced, "so we're going to fight violence with violence?" she asked accusingly, raising her eyebrows, and folding her arms across her chest.

Nathalie couldn't help but bit her lip, "this is hot..."

"No!" Rachel protested, "look, I'm not saying that they should hit him. What I'm saying is that we need to defend Kurt, and there's strength in numbers."

"I'm confused," Tina frowned and turned to Brittany, "are you and Artie officially dating now?"

"Deal with it," Brittany smirked and Bea let out a laugh while turning to Quinn and Nathalie, "sounds like someone is jealous."

As the trio were laughing at what Bea had said, they didn't even notice that Santana entered the choir room looking rather annoyed that she wasn't left out of the glee girls meeting.

"This is a meeting for glee girls with boyfriends and girlfriends," Rachel explained, "we're going to make them stop Karofsky from bullying Kurt."

"Okay, I'm dating Puckerman," Santana tried to remind them and Bea rolled her eyes at how obvious Santana was trying to make that statement real so she could pretend to be someone else.

"You're getting naked with Puckerman," Quinn corrected, making Santana scowl at her.

"Besides, Puck can't mess with Karofsky; he's on probation. If he gets in a fight with him, he'll be sent back to juvie," Bea explained while analyzing her nails.

"Mm-hmm. Yeah, so now if you'll excuse us." Rachel pointed towards the door, trying to get Santana out of there.

"You're so on my list, dwarf," Santana spat, leaving the room.

"Look, if something bad happens to Kurt, and we didn't do anything to stop it, we'll never be able to live with ourselves."

"I agree," Nathalie commented, "if something bad happens to Kurt, I might end him."

︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶

The boys confronted Karofsky and were explaining what had happened to the girls while they waited for Mr. Schue to show up. Bea was pressing gently at Sam's injured eye where Karofsky had hit him; he winced slightly, and Bea took his hand to comfort him, and Nathalie rubbed his back softly.

"Dude was a wild animal," Mike commented.

"Manimal," Artie corrected and Brittany rubbed her hand up and down his thigh, "I'm so turned on by you right now."

"And I'm so disgusted," Bea fake-gaged after she saw the couple touching inappropriately in front of everyone.

"How bad does it look?" Sam asked; he glanced to the girl, and he saw her shrugging while wiping away some of the dried blood, "it's pretty hot, actually,"

Quinn and Nathalie looked at each other disgusted after the flirty comment made by Bea. They don't want to hear that ever again.

"You have no idea how hard it was for me not to jump into that beatdown," Puck closed his fist angrily and Mike tried to calm him down.

"Where were you, Finn?" Santana asked, but she deep down knew that he really wasn't there for his soon to be brother.

"I was still out on the field, okay? I totally would have given him a beatdown if I had been there, though." Finn replied and Mercedes scoffed loudly, "the fact is, it shouldn't have gone down without you, Finn. You should have been there, though."

"Lay off Finn, everyone. It isn't his problem," Kurt piped in, "it's none of your problems, actually. But thank you for what you did, especially Sam."

Sam gave him a smile back and Mike gave the blonde boy a pat on the back, proud of him, "serious, an epitome of a leader."

Finally entering the choir room, Mr. Schue looked around worriedly, "what's going on?" he wondered, noticing all the worried faces. He looked even more worried when he saw Sam's eye, "what happened to Sam's eye?"

"He stood up to Karofsky," Nathalie was the first to reply, followed by Tina, "all the guys did. Well, not Finn."

"Is everyone okay? Do we all need to go talk to Principal Sylvester?" Mr. Schue asked.

"No. I got in a few good licks, too, so we can just call it even," Sam replied, "and maybe this will send a warning to Karofsky, telling him to back off Kurt."

"You okay, Kurt?" Mr. Schue asked, resting a hand on the boy's shoulder after he saw the boy really quiet; he only nodded, "all right, guys. Let's take our places. We got a wedding to prepare for!"

︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶

Later that day, the siblings, plus Finn, Quinn, and Burt, were in the choir room, teaching them how to dance in time for the wedding.

"Thank you both for attending the Hummel Wedding Dance Seminar," Nathalie introduced and turned to her father, "dad, you're going to have to pull off the first dance with Carole, as well as the dance with me and Bea."

"And if Uncle Andy's 40th birthday party was any indication, you need some work," Kurt added with a playful smile.

"What are you talking about?" Burt frowned, "my moves were great, okay? It was the damn sangria," he said, making excuses for why his dancing was so bad.

"Okay. We dance to the beat, not to the words," Bea instructed as she placed herself in front of Burt, who hummed while trying to put his hands on Bea's hands, "affected my coordination. I'm here, right?"

"Yes, right here," Bea confirmed, sorting out the placement of his hand so it was on her waist and the other one in hers.

"Okay," Nathalie nodded, confirming their position was correct, "have you guys chosen a wedding song?"

"Uh, yes. We're thinking Stairway or some Buble?" Burt replied although he sounded unsure. Kurt nodded and went to the stereo to try and find the song.

"Okay. Great. So, it's basically one-two-three-four," Quinn instructed and Nathalie nodded proudly at her girlfriend, she sure was listening to what Nathalie has been saying about dancing routines.

"Okay," Nathalie position in front of Quinn, "follow me and Quinn, all right? Gentleman and Quinn leads on the left. Right. Okay? Get ready?"

Burt was actually a fast learner to lead Bea with this song, yet again, this is one of the easiest dances ever, but Nathalie didn't have the guts to tell him.

"Hey, look at me, I'm dancing, huh? Look at that!" Burt exclaimed, sounding impressed with himself.

"Yeah, okay. You two come dance over here, practice," Kurt instructed and made his way over to Finn, who was looking at the boy nervously.

"Come on, Finn, no chickening out. I did it. You gotta do it, too," Burt teased.

"Okay, uh..." Finn looked around nervously as if he was embarrassed to be there.

"My feet are moving and there's music," Burt reminded, showing Finn that anything was possible if he was able to learn to dance that quickly.

"All right. Okay. Position," Kurt instructed, holding himself in the ballroom dancing stance.

"That's dancing," dad commented, making the kids giggle at how proud he sounded of himself.

Quinn couldn't help but look down at Nathalie and gave her a peck on the cheek, making the other girl blush, "I love dancing this close to you."

Nathalie smiled and stood on her tiptoes to kiss her, "me too."

After a while dancing, finally Kurt and Finn were dancing together, Karofsky walked by the choir room and saw the position that both boys were. All of them saw him make a limp hand gesture, mocking them, making them all stop and clench their jaws in anger.

"He didn't learn..." Nathalie whispered angrily.

"What the hell was that?" Burt asked angrily and Kurt tried to brushing off what just happened, although the girls knew that, deep down, he was terrified.

"That was not nothing. That guy was making fun of you. What the hell's his name?"

There was silence for a moment as they looked at one another. Nathalie saw that Kurt wasn't going to tell him, "tell him, Kurt."

"Tell me what?" Burt asked, looking at his son.

"Tell him, or I will," Nathalie ordered, her eyes blazing with fury.

"His name's Dave Karofsky. He's been harassing me for a few weeks now," Kurt revealed.

"Harassing you how?" Burt asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Just shoving me and giving me a hard time," Kurt replied, not telling his father the whole story and Burt knew that and turned back to Kurt, "there's more. There's something else you're not telling me."

"He threatened to kill me," Kurt sighed.

"W-what?" Nathalie was speechless. How come she never noticed? She really thought that he would stop after the threat, but maybe she made it worse.

"You've got to be kidding me," Burt muttered angrily as he ran out of the room after Karofsky.

The kids didn't think twice and ran after him, already finding the older man shoving a surprised Karofsky against the lockers.

"You like picking on people?" he asked, anger taking over his entire body, controlling everything from his movements to his voice, "why don't you try me?"

"Burt! Stop!" Finn protested, trying to separate the two with the help of Quinn and Bea, "dad, please, you're sick. Come on."

Burt finally pulled back, letting Karofsky go, and turned to Finn angrily, "what the hell have you been doing while this is all going on, huh?"

"Dad..." Kurt tried to protest but realized it wasn't worth it.

Nathalie, who was watching her dad proudly scaring the crap out of Karofsky, she made sure that her family wasn't watching her and ran towards the guy.

She wasn't done.

"Hey, you son of a bitch!" she yelled, and everyone looked at the girl scared of what she was going to do.

He turned around, definitely shaking with fear, but Nathalie didn't care when she punched him hard in the jaw, making him fall.

Everyone around them gasp in shock and the boy whined in pain, trying to get up from the floor, to which he received another punch from the girl.

"If you get up, I swear to god," she warned him, punching him again as he tried to get up.

"You threaten to kill my brother? Uh?" she yelled at him, "I warned you so many times. But you never learn!"

Quinn tried to stop Nathalie from what she was doing, but to no use. All she could see was anger and couldn't let him threaten her twin brother's life and let him get away with it.

"I feel like our little talk didn't scare you enough," she spoke slowly as possible to scare him off; she grabbed her phone from her back pocket and showed the boy JBI's contact.

"You already know what's going to happen, right?"

He swallowed in fear and tried to talk her out of it. Everyone knows that if JBI knows any drama, everyone will eventually know on his website, "please..."

"If you don't want this on everyone's mouths, go to the principal's office and confess everything you did to my brother. If you don't..." she waved her phone and gave him a sarcastic smile.

"Choices darling."

︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶

This was it. The wedding day. Everyone looked beautiful with their attires and happy for the couple. The glee club, behind the curtains, were putting their final touches on their clothes and hair.

Nathalie was constantly adjusting her dark red dress, which went just above her knees, and looking at the bouquet of roses, which was bigger than all the others, as she was the bridesmaid as well as Bea.

"You look beautiful," Quinn admired her girlfriend from behind and reached for the little box she had hidden in her person, "even more while wearing this."

Nathalie looked at Quinn confused, but suddenly gasped as she watched the blonde opening the box and revealing a ring. It was beautiful, a rose gold ring with a little rose in the middle.

"This is a promise ring," Quinn explained as she put the ring on Nathalie's finger, "I hope in a few years to exchange it for a wedding ring. If you accept, of course."

"Of course," Nathalie whispered and rested their foreheads together, enjoying the peaceful moment together, "thank you. It's so beautiful. I love you."

Quinn smiled and rested her right hand on the girl's cheek, not before pressing her lips in a soft kiss., "I love you too."

"Guys," Mr. Schue peeked over the curtain, "it's time!"

Marry you
sang by the New Directions

Both sisters smiled as they saw their dad dance down the aisle to the front of the church, followed by Carole. They both looked so happy to be going through the ceremony together that Nathalie couldn't help but shed a tear at the happy couple.

The priest smiled warmly at the guests who had gathered in the church and asked everyone to seat, "we usually start with a prayer. But a certain young wedding planner, who shall remain nameless, was afraid that some in attendance might fall asleep."

Bea stifled a giggle as she saw Santana nudge a sleeping Brittany, "so instead, I'm going to let Burt and Carole tell you in their own words why they've invited you here today."

Burt glanced around at all the guests and his eyes landed on Nathalie, who gave him the thumbs up and a smile, encouraging him, "I'm not really known for having a way with words. Uh... you know when you're a kid, adults will tell you a lot of things. But one thing they neglect to mention is how... sad life can be. I lost somebody I loved very much. But Kurt and Nat... they lost their mom. Bea lost both of their parents. And that killed me. Well, we got by, but looking back? I-I want to apologize to you, Kurt."

Burt then look at Nathalie and he saw that his daughter was trying to contain her tears as well as him. He knows that Nathalie gave up a lot just to make her brother happy. He knew that he neglected at some things and Nathalie was the one to do those things.

"And definitely Nat. What we were living just... wasn't living. You know that saying, that when God closes a door, he opens a window? Well, sometimes out of nowhere, he'll do you one better, and he'll kick a whole wall down. He grabbed me by the shoulders, and he pointed me towards this woman right here. And he said, 'There she is. Go get her'. You're everything, Carole. Words can't describe you. You're everything. And I will love you till the day I die."

Quinn held Nathalie's hand and planted a kiss on Nathalie's knuckles, making the girl smile and lean against Quinn's shoulder.

"Oh, hey... I'm lucky. Most women, when they get married, they get one man. I get two. One of you saved me from my wardrobe, the other one just saved me. But on top of this, I got two women as well. Kurt, you are an amazing person. I'm not only getting a son, but I'm also getting a friend. And Bea and Nat, I finally get someone who will go shopping with me," Bea and Nathalie gave a wink at the woman and the three laughed, "you two are so amazing and kind. I'm so happy I now get to call you my daughters and son. Finn... I know you were resistant at first, but I am so proud of you. I've watched you grown into a man. But I think I'm most proud that you've become a brother to Nat, Bea, and Kurt. We are six people. Becoming a family."

"Okay. Burt, do you take Carole..." the priest began to speak but was interrupted by Burt, "you bet I do!"

"And do you, Carole, take this man...?" yet again, the priest was interrupted by Carole, who shouted a loud yes and both kissed, making everyone clap and cheer for the new couple.

︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶

Finn had just sung Just the Way You Are and now people were enjoying the energetic dance.

Nathalie decided to take a little break and found herself in the bar hoping to get a glass of champagne as her friends were all on the dance floor dancing and singing like their life would depend on it.

"Can we talk?"

Looking over her shoulder, Nathalie saw Santana looking at her expectedly and a little confused about the fact that Nathalie was leaning over the counter to grab a champagne bottle.

"Yes, we can talk. Do you want to go somewhere private?"

"Okay, let's go," Santana instructed the girl, not before successfully reaching for the bottle of champagne, causing the other girl to huff in annoyance.

The two finally entered the dressing room where Nathalie was getting ready. Santana closed the door behind her and took a huge gulp of the drink, preparing herself for the conversation, and gave it to Nathalie, "you'll need it."

Nathalie just took the bottle and decided not to drink it, thinking it wouldn't be necessary, "what do you want to talk?"

"About what happened between Bea and I."

Nathalie hummed and looked at the bottle, now taking a huge gulp as well to prepare for the conversation, "figured and don't need to."

"It is needed though," Santana said and took a step closer to Nathalie, who took a step back, "what she said was true. I've been a liar, and a coward. I shouldn't be jealous because you moved on and I still feel like I'm on that park where we shared our first kiss before everything turned to shit."

Nathalie sighed and took a step forward. The two were so close to each other that they could feel each other's breaths on their faces. The girl rested her hand on Santana's cheek and gave her a small smile, "you are entitled to have your emotions."

Santana took it as a sign and tried to kiss Nathalie, but the girl quickly took a step back and gave the latina a look, "as well as I am entitled to give or not consent to someone."

"I'm sorry," Santana murmured and sat on the ground in shame, "I shouldn't have done that."

"I do agree on that," the other girl sat down next to her and held her hand, "you're confused, Tana. I can really see it that... you're so confused about what and who do you want. It takes time and you've got all the time of the world for that."

"Thanks," Santana gave the girl a smile and pointed with her head to the bottle, "how about we finish this bottle and go back to the party?"

Nathalie nodded enthusiastically and both enjoyed the rest of the day drinking and dancing with everyone else, not knowing that it would be the last time Kurt was going to be with the Glee club and that he was going to change schools.




─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───

The fact that I was so close to make Santana and Nathalie kiss but I decided just for them to have a conversation.

Nathalie doesn't cheat in this new version, I think 🙃

Hope you liked this chapter!!

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