A/N: Hey, it's Miranda and Grace here! This our colab story.

Disclaimer: EVERYTHING BELONGS TO CP COULTER AND RIB OF FOX.


Kurt Hummel clutched the strap of his carry on bag tighter in his fist, as people rushed past him onto the terminal. The Tweedles were already walking towards the luggage pick-up when Blaine grasped his boyfriend's hand, leading him along. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?"

Kurt just kind of looked at him, like Are you seriously going to pull that after we were thousands of feet in the air? Instead, Kurt thought back to how he had ended up in his smelly new surroundings in the first place.

Ethan and Evan Brightman ran into Windsor house panting. "GUYS," they spoke in unison. "WE HAVE THE PERFECT IDEA!" All the Windsor conspirators looked at them the way they always did when the twins claimed to have a good idea.

It was Blaine who was stupid enough to ask. "What is it?"

"Well, dear White Rabbit, we decided that you all are coming with us to New Orleans," Evan stated.

"For Spring break," Ethan added.

"Our parents have vacated their whimsical, little apartment on the ever so infamous Bourbon Street for the whole of Mardi Gras!"

"Which just so happens to correspond with our Spring Break."

"So therefore, we're going."

"Pack your bags, little ones-"

"The plane leaves tomorrow."

As the twin dynamos ran upstairs, Kurt looked at Blaine hesitantly. "I'm sort of...terrified of flying," he said.

"Don't worry, honey," Blaine said as he wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist. "It'll be fine."

"Come on guys!" Charlie yelled, which shook Kurt out of his reverie, and he allowed Blaine to lead him to the rest of the Windsors, everyone with luggage in hand. The twins were literally bouncing with excitement.

The Windsors (plus Shane, because he just had to come along) piled into the two rented convertible mustangs. Apparently, the twins had demanded that they be 'candy-apple' red.

The twins were sure to give the address to each of the drivers. Nobody wanted a repeat of the year Blaine got them lost in Colorado.

They arrived at the Tweedles' luxurious condo in as quick of time that could possibly be made in a city with traffic like New Orleans. Rooms were assigned, bags were unpacked, pillows were fluffed, and before anyone knew it, Ethan and Evan were calling a meeting in their room.

With everyone gathered, they began: "Now, we have heard from a pretty good source-"

"Actually an exponentially good source, as it's a talking flower."

"Yes, Ethan, it is. But this talking flower has informed us that if we do not meet her and her talking flower friend at a certain parade in about thirty minutes, we will miss the opportunity of a lifetime."

"And nobody would like that."

"So," asked Dwight, "What parade would this be?"

Kurt almost forgot that the supernaturalist was here. He didn't really talk on the plane at all, nor either terminal.

"Endymion," the Tweedles recited at the same time. Most of the conspirators looked at each other in confusion, for they didn't know anything about Mardi Gras, but Dwight nodded in approval.

"Fun," was all he said.

"So everyone, if you would please, gather whatever you deem necessary-"

"And follow us to the car."

The Windsors, plus Shane, did as they were told. Reed disappeared into his and Shane's shared room and emerged a second later with a pair of sunglasses, then grasped his boyfriend's hand as they made their way to the cars.

Kurt smiled at the two's intertwined hands, which made Reed blush a bright red, but he just held his new boyfriend's hand tighter.

Charlie read directions to the Evan, who was driving, and all ten boys arrived at their "desired destination," as Charlie's iPhone had put it.

Ethan hopped out of the car, and looked around. "Does this look right to you?" he called to his twin. Evan nodded towards the other direction, where all the boys could now see two girls dressed in bright colored clothes running towards their parked car. The two brunettes tackle-hugged Ethan first, and then turned to give Evan the same treatment.

Everyone else poured out of the vehicles, and coughed awkwardly as this exchange went by.

"Let us introduce you, ladies..." The twins turned towards the group of boys. "This is Blaine, his boyfriend Kurt. Wes. David. Dwight. You may want to watch out for his spray bottle. Reed and his boyfriend Shane. And of course, our queen, Charlie," Evan said, while Ethan pointed to each boy.

Ethan and Evan turned back to the grinning girls. "This is Miranda," Evan said to the Windsors.

"And this is Grace," Ethan continued after him.

Miranda and Grace waved. And then they turned to the twins. "Can we give them hugs?" they asked in unison, almost like it was rehearsed. They received a nod from both in response. The four had known each other so long that their antics were just common now.

Before the rest of Windsors (and Shane) could even process what was being discussed, they were all being brought together in one, giant, group hug.

The girls released the conspirators from their hug and turned to the street, which was now being blocked off from traffic.

As more people gathered in the street, a huge game of two-hand-touch football emerged. Grace and Miranda sat on folding chairs, watching as the twins ran up and down the concrete, making touchdowns. Kurt set up another chair next to Miranda's, and sat down.

"So, I'm guessing you two live here..." Kurt trailed off.

Grace leaned towards the tall fashionista. "Yes, we do. It's beautiful isn't it?"

Kurt smiled and nodded. "Yes, it's very...cultural. I can see there's a lot of history in this city. But anyway, how did you two get mixed up in the epitome of craziness, aka the Tweedles?"

Both girls laughed.

"Well," Miranda said, smiling slightly. "Mr. and Mrs. Brightman went to college with my mom and Grace's dad. They all knew each other back when they were young. But now they're old and have lame cocktail parties."

"And they make their dear children attend these cocktail parties, which is where we all met," Grace continued.

"Exactly! Usually when our parents drag us along with them, we help the twins prank the guests. It's quite fun."

Kurt looked at the two girls. They could have been sisters for all he knew. "You two...you'll be good for them. They need girls like you to keep up with their crazy antics."

Both girls grinned. Grace was about to say something, but her sight lingered on the two identical blonde boys now taking off their sweaty shirts.

Miranda looked sideways at Grace, and sort of waggled her eyebrows- something that was not missed by Kurt. "It really is going to be a crazy night, isn't it?" He sighed.

"I sure hope so," Miranda replied, nodding her head vigorously.

"Honey, we're in the French Quarter. Of course it is," Grace said.

The boys came running back to the neutral grounds as cops started riding by, clearing the streets of people.

"How was your game of football, boys?" Miranda asked, with a hint of a smirk gracing her features.

"Absolutely intense," Wes panted. All the Windsors, except Kurt because he had opted for chatting with the girls, were still struggling to catch their breath.

The beginning of the parade started rolling by: Policemen, Firemen, Beauty Pageant winners, etc. The boys kind of stood there awkwardly, not sure of what to do.

"The objective is to get the people throwing beads to notice you. Get as many beads as you can. Show no mercy," Grace said to Wes. The Asian boy just nodded his head. She was unsure if he had heard her or not, but figured that even if he hadn't, he'd figure out soon enough.

And that was when the first actual float rolled by. It wasn't the most spectacular, but it definitely wasn't a disappointment. The float-riders were dressed in turquoise and yellow dresses that sparkled and shined, and the feathery headdresses they wore almost reached the floor. All the boys just stared in awe, until Grace and Miranda shoved their way to the front. They were jumping up and down, waving their arms, screaming. They looked back, and waved for the rest of group to follow suit. The twins ran up first, screaming and flailing like the two girls.

"Oh. My. God. They're crazy. This whole city is crazy," Kurt told Blaine, staring as Wes and Shane joined in.

Blaine laughed and looked towards the second float just in time to catch a couple pairs of crawfish beads from hitting him in the face.

"This is a very dangerous recreational activity," Kurt commented. He looked at Reed, who was standing my Shane waving his hands, though not with as much enthusiasm. Just then, someone threw a whole bag of purple, green, and gold beads at Reed, which hit his hand. Shane grabbed the bag off the ground and added it to the growing pile of treasure before kissing Reed hand.

Ethan looked over to where Dwight was almost cowering behind the crowd, desperately trying to protect himself from something.

As one of the private school bands passed, along with their cheerleaders and dance team, the twins grabbed Grace and Miranda and started dancing wildly. The two girls laughed at them.

Suddenly, Wes tapped Evan-or so he thought-on the shoulder. "Hey, have you guys seen David?" Everyone shook their heads, and Wes was worried for the half a second it took for him to see his friend back on the sidewalk, his phone in his hand, texting. Undoubtedly Katherine.

Wes walked over to David and snatched the phone from his hands. He looked David straight in the eyes. "This week is about you. Not her. I get it, David. I do; you're worried. But tonight we're gonna get dressed up and find a couple of girls to dance with and have fun. A concept you don't seem to comprehend. Plus, Katherine would want you to go out and have a good time." David nodded his head. But it wasn't the understanding nod; it was the I've heard this a thousand times before nod that Wes had been seeing much too often for his liking lately. "David, I'm serious! You're seventeen years old- let yourself have some fun, damnit!"

David sighed. "Okay, I'll...I'll try. To have fun. You're right. It's just...I'm always so worried about her-"

"And if anything happens her mom will call. But David, you're my best friend. I hate seeing you so defensive all the time." Wes handed David his phone back.

"Thanks Wes." David smiled and gave Wes a hug, which the latter gladly accepted. He slid his phone into his back pocket, and together the duo walked back to the group of crazy teenagers flailing around wildly.

Charlie looked at Wes questioningly, but Wes just shrugged and mouthed 'Katherine'. Charlie nodded in understanding.

As the boys shoved their way to the front of the neutral grounds, they saw that the Tweedles now had the girls perched on their shoulders. There were beads flying from the floats and right into the girls' hands. Even though Grace might have been tall enough to get beads herself, Miranda definitely wasn't, and the twins had volunteered their shoulders for both girls without fuss.

Ethan looked at Evan, each careful not to drop the figure using them as foundation, and smirked. Talking flowers on their shoulders. Yes, life was good. The float stopped, and the Tweedles walked up to the side, where a somewhat buzzed man handed Miranda and Grace each a rainbow boa and a 'Hooters' tank top. They laughed and slipped the tank tops over their t-shirts and wrapped the ostentatious feather boas around their necks.

Meanwhile, Dwight was seated on the grass well behind the crowd. He was wielding one of his many medallions, though it wasn't protecting him from being pelted with beads of all colors, shapes, and sizes.

As the parade came to a standstill, the Tweedles let the girls off of their shoulders and pushed their way back through the crowd to their White Knight.

Speak of Satan's spawn, Dwight though.

"Oh Knight, why don't you come have fun?" One Tweedle-Ethan, he supposed-asked.

"It really is a blast!" the other commented.

Both boys grabbed one of Dwight's arms and hauled the pale boy to his feet.

"Let's go!" they cheered simultaneously. Ethan and Evan forced themselves, plus Dwight, to the front of the tightly packed group of people.

"Hey Dwight!" Grace yelled (Saint Paul High School's band was playing quite loudly!).

"Um, hi," Dwight replied, awkwardly standing there.

Miranda waved, too, which really only served to put more sweat under the Knight's collar then before. He shifted a little, and sort of smiled back. But the girls had been warned of his awkward proclivities. They weren't phased, just simply exchanged a last smile and turned back to the parade, as it was starting once more. They walked to the twins, and demanded their spots back at once. Which, of course, the blonde boys happily obliged.

Blaine stood a little ways away from the street so the float riders could see him. He waved his hands back and forth and screamed as loud as his voice would allow, all the while his boyfriend stood there laughing at him. Blaine leaped for a pair of brightly colored beads that caught his eye, and caught them in one hand.

"Very nice," the short boy said, nodding his head and smiling smugly. He turned to his boyfriend and bestowed the beads upon the countertenor's neck. "For you, my lovely." He quickly pecked Kurt on the lips, not really knowing if it was acceptable to do, but not really caring. That is, until a particularly drunk man stumbled up to him, muttering things like, "Flaming faggots..." Blaine turned to the man with a frown on his face.

"What did you say?" Kurt demanded, hands on his hips.

"What I said," the man slurred, "Is that you and your boyfriend are a couple of flaming faggots who are gonna burn in hell."

"I dont know who you think you are-" Blaine started, but he was interrupted by Charlie.

"What's going on here?"

"This man...he...he called us..." Kurt was so laden with anger that he couldn't properly form a response. The man just rolled his eyes and went back to glaring at the teenagers.

Charlie understood, though, by the way the scruffy man was looking at the two juniors in disgust. "Oh, come on, you two." He grabbed Kurt and Blaine's arms and led them to Wes and David, who immediately pushed them into the throng of parade goers. Blaine reached down for Kurt's hand and gave it a small, reassuring squeeze. Kurt gave a small smile, and Blaine knew he was trying to cool down a little before talking.

They turned back to the parade, only to see that the last float of the parade, and arguably one of the most extravagant floats they'd seen all night, was passing by. There were people stationed on each of the three stories, throwing what beads they had left. The twins turned to their group of friends and shouted, "After party!" Everyone cheered. They turned back to Miranda and Grace. "We'll see you there, talking flowers." Ethan kissed Grace's hand, and Evan did the same to Miranda.

"Yes you will," the brunette girls chorused.


It took a little while longer to get to the condo; taking backstreets was challenging enough since they weren't locals, but the copious amounts of traffic just made it that much worse. Soon enough, though, each boy was showered and dressed in their best, prepared to arrive at the iconic Superdome as gentlemen.

When they arrived at the Superdome, which was actually quicker than they had thought, Ethan and Evan stood on the tippity tips of their toes, searching for Grace and Miranda. Everyone else did the same. Except for Blaine- poor boy wasn't much of a help in that area. It was David that found them. "There they are!" And all the boys made their way towards them.

"Well don't you two look quite lovely," Evan stated. Ethan nodded. It was true, the two girls did look absolutely beautiful all dressed up. The blonde boys each presented an arm, which their date took without hesitation.

Meanwhile, David, Wes, Dwight, and Charlie had taken a seat at the table they now identified as the 'Singles Table'. A girl with short red hair walked up to Wes, and politely asked if he would dance with her. Surprised, he accepted. David sighed and rested his head in his hands as he watched his best friend walk onto the dance floor and proceed to dance with this new girl; he missed Katherine now more than ever.

"So," David said, turning to look at Dwight. "Are you gonna find yourself a pretty girl to dance with?"

Dwight looked at the tall boy as if her were crazy. "No girl would want to dance with me."

"Oh come on, Dwight! Just ask someone!" David encouraged. Suddenly, Dwight spotted a pale girl a couple tables over sitting by herself. Her light brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose curls and the light blue dress she was wearing accentuated her hourglass figure; she was gorgeous.

She was perfect, in every way Dwight had ever thought to define the word. If he thought he had any sort of chance, he would have walked over to her right then. But he didn't. He just turned back to David and said, "I think I'll pass for tonight."

David wasn't convinced. His eyes followed Dwight's to the girl. He did a quick double take between her and Dwight. Dwight was staring at her, yes, but she was staring right back.

"Dwight, just go talk to her!" David prompted.

Dwight tore his eyes away from the lovely girl and shook his head. "I can't just go talk to her! She's beautiful and I'm just...me." He gestured to himself and David laughed.

"Just go. She won't reject you. Believe me." David smiled for emphasis and Dwight nervously nodded his head.

"Okay," he breathed. "You can do this Dwight, you can do it!" he whispered to himself as he neared the table.

"Hi" he said, quite breathlessly. Dwight mentally slapped himself. She's just a girl! A beautiful girl, true, but still a girl.

"Hi, I'm Jay." Jay smiled brightly.

"Dwight." Dwight extended his hand hesitantly and Jay took it, pulling him along to the dance floor.

David looked around at all of his friends; they were all having so much fun. Blaine and Kurt were sitting at a table alone, sipping champagne and laughing. Shane and Reed were at another table, holding hands, talking, smiling. Then, of course, the twins and their equally crazy dates were dancing like there was no tomorrow. Did he just throw her into the air? David thought. Wes was also pretty light on his feet, twirling the red-headed girl and waltzing elegantly. Then he saw Dwight, actually smiling, having fun dancing with Jay, who was obviously way more enthusiastic. He didn't know where Charlie disappeared off too.

David stood up and unceremoniously dropped his napkin onto the table. Looking around the room, he found a pretty blonde girl sitting alone. Wes caught his best friend's eye and smiled. Finally, Wes thought. Honestly, he didn't really think David was gonna take his advice. But it was nice to see him finally do something for himself.

David approached the blonde girl and smiled warmly. She looked up and him and smiled back. "May I have this dance?" he asked. He offered his hand and the girl took it. As the pair made their way to the crowded dance floor, David stated, "I'm David, by the way."

"Moore, Denise Moore."

"Well, Denise Moore, it's nice to meet you."

Without another word, the pair started their own little waltz. In the back of his mind though, David wondered how Katherine was doing. He tried to push it aside, and for the first time in a while, he had a little fun. Wes mentally hi-fived himself.

A couple people straggled off of the dance floor as a slow song started to play through the speakers.

Settle down with me
Cover me up
Cuddle me in
Lie down with me
Hold me in your arms

"So, what's going on with your friend, David? He looked a little down today," Grace asked Ethan.

Your heart's against my chest
Lips pressed to my neck
I've fallen for your eyes
But they don't know me yet

"His girlfriend Katherine is in the hospital. He feels guilty, like he put her there. He constantly worries about her." The blonde twin smiled sadly.

"Oh, sorry I asked," Grace replied, looking down.

"No, it's okay. We just wish he would do something for himself sometimes. I mean, we all love Katherine like a sister, but even she thinks that David should actually live his life."

Kiss me like you wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
This feels like I've fallen in love
Fallen in love
Fallen in love

Grace rested her head in the crook of Ethan's neck presumed dancing without another word.

It was near 1 AM when people began leaving, taking their complementary Endymion beads and throwing out whatever cups of liquor they were drinking earlier.

"Come on boys, it's time to go!" Charlie yelled, as he walked across the almost empty room. Even the janitors started to pick up trash around the perimeter of the dim room. Ethan and Evan's shoulders slumped. Dwight, Wes, and David's dance partners had all left earlier, leaving them to talk amongst themselves for 30 minutes or so. It turned out, Charlie was wandering around the Superdome, looking for a bathroom for most of the night. Needless to say, he wasn't good with directions.

"Bye-bye, talking flowers," the twins chorused, each spinning their dates dramatically, before leaning down to press a kiss to their lips. "See you tomorrow."


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Also, on another not, the song we used is called Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran (Grace's favorite song at the moment), and we don't own that either.