The groomsmen and bridesmaids are all put up in the only decent hotel in Lima, the town Rachel never left because Finn asked her to stay. Puck had asked her to come with him to New York, and she didn't. That stung. Yet, they stayed in touch and she had even told him that Finn wanted him for a groomsmen. For motives he still didn't know he agreed. Yet Puck knew who his most likely ally would be. "Santana! Open up I know you're in there 'cause Britt's still is getting fitted for her dress. Come out." The Latina sighed and opened the door. "What do you want Puckerman?" Her pursed lips spread into a smile when he answered. "I want to break up this disaster of a wedding." "Well then get your ass in here."
"God I'm glad that someone else is finally seeing sense. They're all obsessed about how they always knew Finn and Rachel would make it, Even though all senior year we talked about how she was a fool not to be with you." I roll my eyes, "San, it's been 7 years since then. I need to make her remember that she loves me." So we spend the next hour with Santana telling me about all of Finn and Rachel's fights and make ups, while I think about how to use it against them. Then she sighs and asks me, "Have you ever even told her?" I stare at her "told her what?" She looks at me with her "are you serious" face. "That you love her." I clench my jaw, "One time, during her and Finn's breakup senior year. They had been apart for a week and I found her sitting in a swing at the park. We, we hooked up that night, and when she was just beginning to stir, I told her. I don't think she heard me though." Santana muttered something I could have sworn was Oy vay. "Did you not think about saying it when you asked her to go with you to New York? Wait, that's how we'll do it!" "That's how we'll do what?" she smacks my head. "Get her to fall for you again. She needs to know that you love her, but it's been so long, you'll have to prove it to her." I wearily ask, "And how shall I prove that." She grins like the Grinch (from the cartoon not that crappy mike Myers movie) "in the traditional glee way. We have 5 days. You need to sing to her at least once every day, but disappear right after every performance except the last one which will be the performance dinner, all of us are singing songs, and you, Mr. Professional song writer will write one for her and perform it then." I take a deep breath. It's time to reclaim the girl who turned me into a better man.
The first performance is at the café that she always goes to lunch at. Somehow, Satan had them set up an open mic hour. I grinned as I readjusted my guitar and she had just gotten her drink.
Where it began,
I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
Oh, wasn't the spring, whooo
And spring became the summer
Who'd believe you'd come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe it never would
And now I, I look at the night, whooo
And it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would
Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good
The second I started playing, her head spun around like a record. I saw her lips mouth my name and couldn't help the smirk that sprung to my lips. Her grin began to fade when, halfway through she got a text from someone. She shot me an agonized glance and then got up and left. My tone was bittersweet for the reminder of the song. I quickly go t off the stage and my phone was beeping at me, telling me I had a message. I was surprised to see it was Rachel. Sorry, I had to go. You sounded lovely. R.b.h.