Even as Kurt was zipping up her gown for her, she'd wanted to tell him the truth about the whole thing. But she knew it was a risk she couldn't afford to take, not when she was so close to the finish line. It was part of the reason why she'd pressed Finn to move up the date in the first place; the thought of stringing this whole thing out for another couple of months had started to become unbearable, especially after her parents had found out about it.
It was one thing to fool a bunch of seventeen year olds with the drama and pageantry of a high school wedding, but her own dads?
Actually, it had stung a little that they hadn't started laughing the minute she's been forced to confirm for them her intention to marry the boy who still didn't know his rights from his lefts on a good day. And the fact that they still hadn't tried to talk her out of it all these weeks later made her wonder what other stupid situations they had let her wander into out of some misplaced sense of guilt. For example, should they perhaps have told her that it would be a mistake to attempt recreating that scene from The Way We Were in her third-grade run in the Little Miss Lima Pageant?
No. That performance had been flawless. And the judges' failure to recognize that was a product of their own short-sightedness, nothing more.
She'd seen her dads earlier that day, smiling even as they were laying out their rented tuxes on the bed in the guest room. It made her heart ache for them. All they'd ever wanted was for her to be happy, but no matter how hard they'd tried, she'd always seemed one rejection, one insult, one slushie away from shattering.
That wouldn't be a problem anymore after this. By the end of that day, she'd know for sure that she was truly worthy of anything she wanted. And everyone else would know it, too.