Blaine has never seen someone so beautiful in his entire life.
Her blonde hair is down, flowing down her back like a golden river. Her eyes two deep hazel pools. Her lips are the lightest shade of pink. She looks like a doll. Perfect.
Her name is Lucy Quinn Fabray, soon to be Puckerman. She is marrying the boy she's always loved, the one who never gave up on her.
She's the image of Grace Kelly, the lace sleeves of her dress showing bits and pieces of skin. It's elegant. It's beautiful. Perfect. It's her.
As her father walks her down the aisle, she steps up to the altar. Her veil clouds her flawless face, the skin glowing. As her husband to be lifts it up, she smiles, pearly white teeth showing. When she looks up to see him, her entire face lights up.
Like it used to when she looked at Blaine.
The wedding goes on without a hitch. Champagne flowing, laughter everywhere. But Blaine stands in the corner, watching her. The only girl he ever loved.
Lucy Quinn Fabray and Blaine Jeremy Anderson.
The ones who got away.