Hullo, all. This idea came to me after I was supposed to be 'asleep.' (I can't fall asleep unless I'm positively exhausted and can't keep my eyes open) So I scribbled it down in my notebook, using my iPod as a light, then proceeded to give myself pen tattoos. The first one is on my left forearm and says Defy Gravity, and the second one is a list of words: Love, Peace, Dream, and Courage. I was going to put Strength, but there wasn't any more room.
Special thanks to anyone who reviewed or favorited my first story. Seriously, I love you guys.
Anyways, enjoy.
Rated T to be safe.
Warning: Buckets of angst, with a (somewhat?) happy ending.
Disclaimer: I used to own Glee, but then Sue stole it from me and gave it to Ryan Murphy. Sorry.
I'm the person standing at their wedding ceremony blinking back tears. He looks so perfect today, next to his husband-to-be.
That isn't me.
I'm the person putting on a fake smile, just for him.
He catches my eye and grins back.
I'm the person listening to them exchange their vows. His are flawless, slipping in Katy Perry lyrics at appropriate moments, like I knew he would.
His fiancé's sound robotic.
I'm the person standing next to him pretending to be happy.
I'm far from it.
I hear the preacher call out "Speak now, or forever hold your peace."
We're there already?
A silence.
The preacher opens his mouth to speak again.
I step forward.
People are gaping at me. I know what they're thinking. The best man, speaking against his best friend's marriage? Against 'true love'?
His fiancé looks enraged. Red's not a good color on him.
He just looks shocked.
I take a deep breath.
"I am the person that stopped Blaine on the stairs of Dalton years ago.
"I am the person that fell in love with him the moment I met him.
"I am the person that became Blaine's best friend.
"I am the person that was too scared to admit my feelings.
"I am the person that watched Blaine go to college a year before me.
"I am the person that watched him fall in love in New York.
"I am the person that supported him through the ups and downs of dating.
"I am the person whose heart was broken every time I talked to him.
"I am the person watching the man I love marry another."
Tears drip down my face at this point.
"I am the person that just wanted my best friend to be happy.
"I am the person that loves my best friend enough that I'm willing to let him go."
My voice drops to a whisper. If I speak louder, I'll break.
"I am the person that will walk out of my best friend's wedding so I don't ruin what should be the best night of his life."
I choke back a sob as I run up the aisle, through the ballroom and out the door. I fumble with my phone, unable to see the white numbers.
"Ally, I want to know if I can still move my work to Paris. Permanently." Away from my regrets.
I'm suddenly spun around by a pair of calloused hands, and his lips are on mine.
Oh.
I've dreamed about this for years, but this is ten times better than any fantasy.
But why is he kissing me?
I don't care why, actually.
"Mr. Hummel?" I break away from him, bringing the well kept piece of plastic to my ear.
"Cancel that." I flip my phone shut with a snap.
Our first kiss wasn't perfect, but neither are we.
You're supposed to wait for the one you love, and waiting nearly made me lose him. But that doesn't matter, because now I have him, and he has me. I found him, and he found me.
Our wedding is next week.
I tried to keep that simple, using the line 'I'm the person' or 'I am the person' repeatedly.
Artie: Yo, review this or I'll run over your feet.
Me: Artie, stop talking like a gangsta.