Just gonna leave this here. (DISCLAIMER: On first chapter)
Noah Puckerman winced as the salty water came in contact with his olive skin. Sam had been splashing around in the olympic sized swimming pool when he'd arrived. "So, what's this big news that you interrupted my lunch for, eh?" he snarked, frowning at the blond who had just come up for air.
"Pucky! Glad to see you too!" yelled Sam in a chipper manner, which confused the hell out of Puck. "Where's Mike?"
Before puck could ask why the hell his best friend was acting high- or drunk, or both?- he was interrupted by the sound of dress shoes snapping against the tiled floor of the pool area. "Mike's right here," said the dancer. "Let's hurry this up, I've got a thing to do somewhere, right now."
"The gang's all here!" exclaimed Sam. "I'm just gonna get right down to it. I want the two of you to be my best men. For my wedding. Next month."
The two dark haired men simply stared at the blond.
"What's the matter? I though you guys would be happy for me?" questioned Sam?
More silence. And wide eyes. And dropped jaws.
"What the fuck, Samuel?" Mike whisper-yelled, not wanting to rub the other swimmers the wrong way.
"Yeah, my sentiments exactly. Who is this chick anyway? Is this the same chick from Peru? You've known her for like three months, Sam!" shouted a shocked Puck.
"Yeah, and I'm in love," Sam stated simply.
"How can you be in love with a woman that you've known for three months, Sammy?" Mike said, his voice tinged with awe.
"I don't know how, but she's it for me."
"Does she happen to know what you do for a living?" asked Puck.
"No," said Sam. "And she won't know. She's a fashion designer for God's sake. That shouldn't even be a problem."
And that was that.
SM
"He proposed on top of this hill. We could see the whole city and there was just a sparkle in his eye, and I just knew he was the one," gushed Mercedes. She managed to leave out the fact that they fucked like rabbits on that same hill (but c'mon he had a picnic blanket laid out for them so it's okay.)
Tina was the first to speak. "Well, I'd be honored to be a bridesmaid. I'm going to start crying now because that is like the sweetest love story ever." She wiped her hands of the clay that they were making pots with, and began to blow her nose with the same paper towel.
Quinn spoke next. "Mercy, while that may be cute and all, you've known him for like, how long?"
"Three months. He's a good man. A physical therapist and he does some artwork for ad companies in his free time."
Quinn scoffed while Tina unleashed a brand new set of tears.
"Listen, I love him and that's all that matters, so are you in, Quinn?" asked Mercedes.
"Of course, as long as he doesn't interfere with our line of work."
"He won't. He's not an idiot."
And that was that.
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