I Thought You Promised - Sequel to Scout's Honour

By thenerdwithoutglasses

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, though who would want to now anyway...

I can feel her lips brush my cheek. She moves down my jaw, placing gentle kisses as she goes and I turn my head slightly so that she is now kissing my slightly bruised lips from last night.

Pulling away slowly, I open my eyes and see her enchanting, sparkling blue eyes gazing back at me.

I feel the smile that instantly appears when I'm with her make its way onto my face. She's smiling too.

The bedroom seems blurry because all I care about is her and how amazing she looks in the morning with her long brown hair messed in that cute way it always looks in the morning.

"Hey sleepyhead," She purrs. "Someone is going to be late for class if they don't get up, and it isn't me." She snuggles in closer to me and I make some kind of groan in response.

"I don't wanna… I will just say I'm sick or something." I try and pout but I fail horribly and she starts laughing at me.

"Oh, but if you're sick, we can't do this." She kisses me more passionately this time and I can feel my heart thumping in my chest. I moan into the kiss and I can feel her hand travel down my toned torso. A smirk develops on my face yet she pulls her lips away and I groan once again.

This time when I open my eyes I can feel kisses on my forehead but they are much wetter than before. A smaller hand waves in front of my face and I hear a high pitched giggle in my ear.

"Sorry kiddo, but she wanted to wake you up today because she made you a special breakfast before you go to class." Claire says from the doorway of my room and I sigh, trying not to think too much about the dream I just had.

"Yeah Kitty, I made you waffles and strawberries with cream and chocolate and sprinkles! So you have to get up right now!" The little voice shouts at me and I smile up at the blonde haired little girl sitting on my bed.

"Oh, well why didn't you say so? I'll race you to the kitchen little Bee!" I leap out of my bed and go for the door as a squealing little girl runs past me and out into the kitchen.

"I honestly don't know which one of you is the bigger child and she is six." My Aunt Claire says from my doorway but I can barely hear her as I'm focused on the delicious plate of food sitting on the island.

"Do you like it?" Little Lucy asks and I 'mmhmm' in response. The girl may have just turned six but she knows how to make beautiful waffles (with the help of her chef mother of course).

"What classes do you have today?" Claire sits down across from me and starts reading a new cookbook in my NYU hoodie that she stole.

"Umm, I have a class on Shakespeare this morning then lunch and at 2pm, I have my Art class with Ms B to finish off the week." I turn to look at Lucy who is finishing up her own waffles. "Then we can go to the museum with Quinnie like I promised you."

Claire smiles at us both after sipping at her coffee while Lucy just grins happily and goes to get dressed for school. For a six year old, she is really independent and the smartest in her class. I absolutely adore her as I should because she and her mom are the only family I have but I wouldn't swap them for anyone.

After getting ready for class I got the subway to NYU. My class doesn't start for another half an hour but on nice winter days like these nothing beats walking around the campus and just being at peace. I often just sit on my bench and watch people walk past, my heart skipping a beat every time a tall brunette walks by.

Some days I just stick my earphones in and let the music calm me and other days can be torture. Today, it's the latter. My brain whirs with different thoughts, but the main ones are surrounding my dream. I honestly don't know why it was a dream and not the reality I had believed in years ago.

My past is, well, complicated, and any parts that involve the dazzling brunette that captivated my life are unmentionable; for now at least. Right now I want to focus on my future and in saying that I want to focus on my theatre class that I am almost late for. The dull sky emptied out onto the streets as I reached my first class. It came out of nowhere but that was autumn in New York for you. I would know after living here for almost 4 years.

The day went by in a blur; classes were classes and I met up with friends at lunch. My favourite class, Art with Ms. B, was the least painful as she encourages us to just let go and have fun. If she was musical she would beat Mr Schue's ass at being a Glee Club teacher; at least she plans lessons ahead of time.

Ms B is one of the most interesting people I've ever met and that is saying something coming from me. When I first walked into her classroom on my first day I was suddenly drawn to her. Not just because of her natural beauty, or her shining blue eyes that hurt a little to look at. It is the fact she has so much love and passion for what she does and her work is outstanding.

Art class is my outlet for stress and other… issues I have. It's in that classroom where I can take the dream I had this morning and the hundreds like it, and turn them into something inspiring.

I have always been intrigued by artists and their compassion for what they do, like musicians. After what happened to me in Ohio I craved that much passion and need for something and music hurt too much. I couldn't invest myself in another situation in which I held no power or control. So I turned to drawing as it was something for me and only me, and my love only evolved from there.

They were just simple landscapes and inanimate objects at first but after the summer of 2013, I was doing portraits of famous people and sketches of people I saw at the mall. My hands would be coated in paint for days and Claire let me design and produce Lucy's bedroom in Denver and in New York. It came to me like something I had been doing my whole life; I just let myself explode my feelings onto a blank canvas and it actually helps.

Today, like every Friday, it's a free lesson almost where we work on anything we like and Ms B just walks around and gives us advice. Since it is most of our last years she doesn't always give advice but just stops to talk to us about our work and what it means to us.

"Kitty what are you doing? You are never lost for ideas in this class! Are you daydreaming about a girl in my class?" Ms B pops out from behind my canvas and has a playful tone to her voice replacing the real anger any other teacher would have. "Is she hot?"

"Oh yeah totally Miss. She has these rocking legs that go on for miles and abs that look like they were sculpted by gods and she is completely nonexistent." I reply while placing my paint brush into the tub of green paint.

"Too bad I thought maybe you could hook me up with a friend… And what did I say about calling me 'Miss' or anything like that?"

Another thing I love about her is that she has a great sense of humour and the fact that she is 100% gay is okay too I guess.

"It makes you sound old and it is too professional." I say smiling. "Even though you are 37 and not actually 25 like you claim."

"I will ignore that preposterous comment because you have finally started doing some work. And yes, you are right Kitty; my name is Beca not Ms Harris. That name brings too many ghosts and memories along with it." We sometimes have these serious moments but then she breaks it like this:

"So how is that horrible drawing you were working on last week doing?"

"Hey that's unfair! Just because you are the teacher doesn't mean you get to mock my stuff."

"I think you will find Kitty that is exactly why I became a teacher in the first place." She says while I lift my drawing out of my folder and put it onto the easel, over the barely touched canvas.

"There's the picture I was basing it on."

I hand her the photo of Lucy when the three of us went to the park for her birthday and her face is covered in ice cream.

"You definitely have her eyes right. They remind me of someone I once knew. How do you know this little cutie?

"Thanks. She is my cousin, Lucy. She just turned six that day. She is like the light in my life most of the time." I say with a smile painted on my face. She has always been able to do that ever since she was born.

"Well that's uh, great. Keep up the good work kiddo." And with that she is gone. I always find it funny that she uses the same nickname for me as Claire does and makes me call her by her first name because anything else is too formal.

Art class was over as soon as I really got into it because I was off someplace else for most of it. Now I had more art to look forward too as Lucy and me are meeting Quinn at the Met in an hour. Lucy took to Quinn instantly and she has been trying to get her to go with us since she saw a poster for it last month.

"Hey Wilde, what are you doing this weekend?" Amber walks up behind me and links her arm with mine.

"Oh I'm taking Lucy to the museum later with Quinn. And then I will probably get some work done. And of course, I will see you Sunday for our weekly brunch that we don't call a brunch at Claire's." I say and she yawns at me before bursting the hallway door open and strutting through, her arm still linked to mine.

"You are so boring sometimes. I don't even know why I am your friend. We should be out partying and looking for some hot guys for me and cute girls for you." She smirks and continues. "Oh then I will find a super hot millionaire and he will fly us out to Paris or some other amazing place and will pay off all our student loans and stuff, then spend all night having crazy sex with me and you will totally fall in love with his cousin." She winks at me and I roll my eyes at her.

"Okay, so clearly you are insane and I should be the one questioning our friendship."

"But that's why you love me K. You know your life would be so dull without me, so don't even bother lying to yourself." My phone beeps as we reach the courtyard and I get my phone from my pocket.

"You know I love you Amber, I don't think I could go on with life if you were to ever leave me best-friendless." I retort sarcastically while opening up a message from Quinn. We stayed in touch after I left Lima, she was still at Yale and I was in Denver, but it worked. We texted and called (and she actually answered), until 2 years later. I graduated from high school and she from Yale and we both moved to the Big Apple, purely by chance. Now I hang out with her, Rachel, Santana and Brittany quite a lot.

From Quinn: Hey, I'm out of work early so I will meet you and the cute one at your place instead :)

I sent her a reply before continuing to talk with Amber until we reached the subway. "I will see you on Sunday, Wilde. Hopefully you won't die from boredom not seeing me until then." She laughed as I shook my head, smiling at her humour.

Ten minutes later and I'm outside my place, well technically Claire's place, trying to get my keys out of my pocket. It was quite good weather when I left class earlier but now the wind is really picking up. You could swear it was Mother Nature's time of the month, the amount of times the weather changed today.

"So are you excited yet? I mean, it's only a few weeks left right?" I hear my aunt's voice from the kitchen as I open the door.

"Yeah, it's just over three weeks left. I am really excited. I mean I've been waiting for this day for forever. Of course, planning the day that I want to cherish for the rest of my life is stressful because I want it to be perfect for her. But I know it will be all worth it to see her smile on the day." I walk into see Quinn with a love sick smile on her face, before Lucy notices me, gets down from her chair and runs to hug me.

"Kitty, can we go now you are back?" She looks up at me with an eager grin on her face.

"Hey guys." I address the adults before turning to Lucy. "Just wait until I get changed, then we can go."

I quickly change my t-shirt because as usual, I seem to have gotten paint on it. I don't think I've ever left an art class without some part of me coated in a rainbow of colour. When I go back into the kitchen, Lucy is asking Quinn questions about her cake.

"So are you done talking about your stupid wedding so we can go now?" I question, over exaggerating an eye role.

"Oh be quiet, we all know that you are so excited for this wedding."

"Yeah, I definitely am. A day that is full of lovesick couples constantly reminding me of my non-existent love life; that sounds fun." My aunt laughs at me while clearing up the island.

"Stop being so dramatic kiddo. I know you do theatre and stuff, but seriously."

"And all the original glee club and other members will be there, so it won't be like you won't be able to talk with anyone." Quinn offers me a smile, but it doesn't really make the situation better. "Right, anyway, we better get going if we want to see everything, little Bee."

I help Lucy put on her coat before I grab my own and we finally head for the subway to take us to the Met.

Not surprisingly it was difficult for Quinn and me to get Lucy to leave the museum before we got into trouble. She didn't want to leave every exhibition we came to; every type became her favourite as we went on. Of course doing Art at NYU left me slightly in love with the place too, but I didn't want my ass kicked by Claire if I didn't have Luce back by seven.

We were walking back to Claire's restaurant, with Quinn holding Lucy's hand, because she immediately favourite her over me. To quote her, 'Quinn works with books, which automatically makes her the coolest in the universe'.

"So where's our next trip with Quinnie gonna be to, Bee?" I smile teasingly at Quinn, as she rolls her eyes in response.

"Quinn said she was going to take me to the library with Rachel because she has a special pass. She said she can see the old books that people forget about and that you are not invited." Lucy replies, sticking her tongue out at me cheekily.

"Well I guess I'm just not cool enough for you. That really hurts, Lucy." I feign hurt, bringing my hand to my chest for added dramatics.

"I think mom was right about you being too dramatic Kitty. And we can always go to the museum again or you could just get me ice cream now." She smiles innocently at me, her green eyes shining up at me while Quinn laughs in the background.

"I don't think your mom would want you given back to her on a sugar rush, little Bee. But maybe when we get to the restaurant she'll have some of that chocolate cake you like left." Quinn interjected and Lucy smiled up at her instead, clearly forgetting I was even there as we approached the restaurant.

"Hey Kitty." The hostess, Lilly began before looking at Lucy. "S'up little girl, I think we have a plate of chocolate cake with your name on it in the back. Do you want to me follow me to your table?" We followed Lilly to Lucy's reserved table for one at the back near the kitchen. Her mom was waiting for her looking slightly worn out, but a smile still on her face.

"Lucy! How was the museum?" She laughed as she lifted the little blonde into her arms. That little girl was her world and it warmed my heart to watch the two people who mean the most to me together.

As Lucy launched into a spiel about the musical instruments section and all the funny sculptures, I looked at Quinn texting on her phone. She quickly put her phone in her pocket and looked back over to Lucy and Claire.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt but Santana texted saying that she and Britt called with Rachel and she is stressing out. Apparently there's a crisis back home. Something about clashing colours or the latest family disagreement, I'm not sure." She joked. "Lucy, it was a pleasure as always. I guess I'll see you tomorrow Kitty. It looks like you have your hands full here with this one." She ruffles Lucy's hair playfully.

"No I have it under control here. Kitty, it sounds like Quinn needs all the help she can get. Luce will be fine here with her cake and her old copy of Matilda."

"That sounds great, thanks Claire, I'll see you soon then, little Bee!"Quinn smiles and grabs my hand dragging me through the restaurant. We say goodbye to Lilly at the door, before she steps outside in the rain and impressively hails a cab.

Before we know it we are thanking the taxi guy outside Quinn and Rachel's apartment. I pay the guy as Quinn rushes to the door of the fancy complex. I smile at the doorman under his umbrella as Quinn runs past him to the elevator. It's clear that she's worried about Rachel although she has been like this since there was only six weeks to the wedding.

"Thank the Lord that you're here Q. She's losing her shit over table placements and the designs of name cards. Control yo wife Quinn, or else we won't be just dropping by anymore." Santana says and Quinn hurries over to Rachel who is sitting on the couch, surrounded in sheets of paper and a huge diagram of the reception layout spread on the coffee table.

"Hey baby, what's wrong? I told you to relax for a bit while I was gone. Not get worked up over the wedding." Quinn pulls Rachel closer to her and kisses her fiancée softly on the cheek.

"It's just a few of my co-stars have this rivalry at the minute and can't sit beside each other. And Aunt June isn't speaking with Uncle Kevin or my cousins Logan, Elder and Blue. All Santana can do is laugh at their ridiculous names and I agree. Who calls their daughter Blue Berry? I also have to write like 80 name cards for those who have accepted. Meanwhile, the phone is constantly ringing because the RSVP deadline is in two days." Rachel looks even more worked up than before and Quinn just hugs her closer.

"Rach, it's okay. You have three friends here to help and I will always be here for you babe. We will work this out, I promise. Look, your cousins with the berry names can go at the table with my friends from Yale. Sara will have a field day with them, for sure."

"Yeah Quinn's right, I will help you sort out the seating arrangements while Quinn and San make us some tea to relax." They both head into the kitchen before they get stuck with another job.

"And sure Kitty here can help; she does Art so she can do those name cards. Right Kitty?" Brittany offers, smiling at me.

"Of course I will. Last year, we spent a month on calligraphy last because my teacher was obsessed with it. She's a weird one. Seriously, just get me the list; anything I can do to help." Rachel beams up at me, her cheeks tinged pink, the glint returning to her watery eyes.

"I'll go get the set I bought last month. The cards are on the island in the kitchen." She runs out towards her room while I approach the kitchen. I grab the set off 100 name cards, remembering when Quinn had told me about that time Rachel argued with her over the meaning behind handwritten cards over typed ones.

"Has Britt turned you into a slave too, Wilde?" Santana laughs,

"Yeah but at least I'm not her whipped wife, Santana. I can go home tonight, and you can't." I smirk at Santana while Quinn tries and fails to stifle her laughter at the Latina's shock.

"Fuck Wilde, sometimes I forget you are still as much of a bitch as you were in high school. Props to you, but at least I gots me a wife."

"Hey, hey now S, that's a low blow. You know that's a touchy subject." Quinn chastises her and I try and not show any weakness. I should be over her by now.

"C'mon Kitty, you haven't talked to her in, what? Five years? It's not like she's just gonna show up one day and be like 'Hi, how are you?'!"

"I know that, and I'm stupid to think it, but I do okay? She was my first love, the first person I let in and the first person who broke my goddamn heart! I can't just forget about her…"

"We get that Kitty, its okay." Quinn offers me a sympathetic smile as I walk away with the blank name cards.

"Do you have the list there Rachel?" I ask Rachel, shaking images of taller brunette from my head.

"Yes, these are all the people that have accepted the invitations. I think there are more in Quinn's study. More people should be calling all weekend though."

Suddenly the phone rings sharply throughout the apartment and Rachel calls to me.

"Kitty, could you answer that? It's probably another RSVP, just take their name and name of a plus one if applicable, thanks."

I make my way to the phone, shrill sounds still piercing the room. I press the answer button and lift the phone to my ear hesitantly.

"Hello?"

"Hi, how are you?"

"Marley?"

"Kitty?"

Fuck.

A/N: Hey, what's up? Long time, no read. I can't express how sorry I am that this is only being posted now but life gets in the way sometimes. This is it though, the first chapter of the barely anticipated sequel and it goes out to someone very, very special, you know who you are. Without this person giving me casual reminders all the time, you would never be reading this.

So weekly updates for now? Please continue reading and review. I know you guys are awesome, so see you next week!