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CHAPTER 6

The next morning, they were up and dressed and at their appointment on time due to the diligence of Monica and the fact that she was willing to call repeatedly until she was sure that they were both awake. They showered separately; Mercedes had to wash her weave thanks to Sam's exuberance the night before. Because of their time constraints they utilized the services of Junior and Binkie, to make sure that there was no hold up due to crowds. They got to the photography studio and were immediately separated for hair and makeup. Sam whipped out his phone and started texting Mercedes. "How are you feeling?"

Mercedes laughed. "I've got just enough voice to say yes, no, please and thank you. I'm sipping hot tea with honey like it's going out of style, and I'm smiling so big my face hurts. BTW I think I had aftershocks all damn night." She texted back.

"I know… I stayed in you all night. I think I came once in my sleep." He chuckled. "But enough about our hot night of punishment lovin'…best punishment ever, BTW. I thought I was gonna lose my mind watching you touching all over yourself." Sam took a deep breath and pulled back from the arousal that that line of thinking was sure to cause. "So tell me something, Diva of mine, what's on your concert rider…fluffy puppies to dry your hands on?"

She laughed so hard they had to pause while doing her blowout. "No. No fluffy puppy hand towels." She told him honestly. "I'm pretty well known for not asking for much of anything. I do have a certain brand of water, and tea, and I like to have the right electric teakettle, but that's a safety thing, I've had one start a little fire in one of my dressing rooms." She could hear Sam's laugh despite the distance. She continued to answer his question undeterred. "I do ask that they have HEPA filters in all the vents, and Germex or Purell somewhere near each door. We bring our own slip covers for all of the chairs and sofas…I do ask for the new toilet seat thing, I just hate to hover. I like to have a second room set aside where I can do my vocal exercises and warm ups without being disturbed, or disturbing anyone else."

"My considerate diva." He texted back, they had finished shaping up his hair cut and torturing him with highlights they said Kurt had insisted on. "You know…Kurt is 3000 miles away, and he still is bullying me about my appearance."

"Don't feel too bad…at least he does it to you for free, and me at a HUGE discount…imagine all those people he charges over a grand an hour to accept his bullying." Mercedes laughed.

Sam came through the curtains hiding Mercedes from the rest of studio; she sat there in her sexy lingerie, robe and heels, her hair up in big curlers as the makeup artists began their work. "Kurt charges over a grand an hour. For him to tell you how to dress and look and stuff?" Sam shook his head. "More power to him…but people are crazy."

"Worst part is that he has a sliding scale, the more tasteless you look when you show up, the more he charges you." She laughed.

"Did he charge Sugar?" Sam asked quietly. It was a well-known secret among all their friends that when Sugar's father had passed away suddenly and without any warning at all their pesky little friend had sunk into severe depression. She had just finished her MBA, and had to take over his empire. Everyone had been there for her. Mercedes had flown Rory in to try to cheer her up but nothing had worked. Suddenly Kurt took off, and basically kidnapped Sugar. He returned her to her home a month later looking amazing and feeling ready to take on the world. She had shot to the top of the Midwest hotel supply chain, expanded her father's company by more than half and had even made inroads into the Vegas luxury market.

Mercedes gave Sam a hard side eye. "You know better than that. Though she did give him a brand new Maserati for his next birthday."

"That's a damn fine thank you." He laughed.

"It sure as hell was." A familiar and slightly flamboyant voice agreed. Kurt stepped into the room carrying a full sized garment bag. He waved as he marched over to where the stylist had hung the outfits they had brought with them. "These are wonderful for the informal shots." He sounded pleasantly surprised.

"I'm not even gonna lunch on you sounding so shocked that I can dress myself and my boo…just because I'm kinda tripping over what you are doing here?" Mercedes laughed as she shooed the makeup artist away to get up and hug Kurt.

Kurt teasingly held open the robe. "La Perla…not AP…I am shocked at you Mercedes." He laughed.

Sam came over and clapped Kurt on the back. "Good to see you, Kurt, but you doubted me so bad you had to fly across the country. I'm heterosexual…but I'm not blind." He chided.

Kurt raised an eloquent eyebrow. "Really…I still have nightmares about a certain homage to Bruce Springsteen." The three old friends shared warm laughter. "Anyway, a client wants to host a lavish 25th wedding anniversary for their parents here in Manhattan, so technically I'm here scouting for the perfect venue. Though honestly, her parents would rather spend a week with their grandchildren than go to some, and I quote 'fancy smancy party with a bunch of people we barely know, and mostly can't stand'. So they and I have come up with a solution. They want me to find someplace that has a ballroom, and dining area and we'll so an old school gala, and they will kidnap the kids afterwards and take them to Disney World for a week." He smiled. "They were just going to steal the kids, but the mom likes me, and wants me to, again I'm quoting 'bilk her pretentious little girl for all I can'."

"Moms always like you. My mom still sends you flowers for your birthday." Sam teased.

"Nope…Mama Edith sends me flowers. MaMarie sends me chocolate covered strawberries." Kurt crowed. "But enough about me. I came not only to critique your chosen outfits, but to also bring you these" He said holding the garment bag aloft.

Mercedes looked at the bag with trepidation. "And what, exactly are those?"

"These, are formalwear. I was thinking about it after I spoke with that nasty little pap from TMZ. You two fell in love at Prom…I need to capture that for your Engagement pictures. So we will, the news outlets will only get the less formal pictures, but all the NDs, and the important parents will get the formalwear ones as well. I was also thinking of having a few done and mounted for charity. One of the grandkids of the anniversary couple says that your marriage is the blending of the two sides of the pop culture world. The popular kids and the fringe kids…the cheerleaders and the comic geeks…he called you two the real life Penny & Leonard." Kurt told them with a giggle.

"Wow…I didn't realize that Big Bang Theory was still popular." Sam laughed. "I think I'm hotter than Leonard, and I know I'm taller. Mercy's been hotter than Penny since she hit puberty."

"You didn't know me when I hit puberty." Mercedes pointed out.

Sam grinned lasciviously, "I may not have known you at the very beginning of puberty but just seeing how you looked at sixteen, I can extrapolate." He managed to avoid the swat that his naughty compliment elicited from his fiancée.

Kurt drew their attention back to him by opening the garment bag. "Fortunately given the neckline, I planned a head and brought the proper lingerie with me." He ignored Sam's insinuations as he pulled a gorgeous strapless mermaid gown out of the bag. He hung it on the rack and gestured for the stylist's assistance to hit it with light steam. The dress was a dark teal silk mermaid gown. The silk was overlaid with sheer black silk organza. It was embellished with faux peacock feathers that were themselves upgraded with the addition of strategic sworls of Swarovski crystals. The dress would hug every one of Mercedes curves, and with the right choice of foundation garments, it would offer her breasts up to the adoring gaze of her soon to be husband. Kurt pulled out an Agent Provocateur strapless black corset, and sheer black stockings. Next came a Christian Loubouton shoe carrying case, he also pulled out a case that contained the rest of the accessories for the amazingly beautiful formal gown. Including a truly fabulous Swarovski crystal Feather necklace from Thomas Lane, and two of the matching cuffs, simple diamond drop earrings completed the ensemble.

"And pour homme…" Kurt teased as he pulled out a Calvin Klein tux with shiny black silk lapels. The tux was beautiful, with a very tasteful black, silk waistcoat and a tie that had the dark teal of Mercedes dress, as well as the shiny black and matte black of Sam's suit. It was paired with a dove gray shirt that was just a hairsbreadth of a shade from being pure white. The shirt was traditional for a tux, French cuffed, so Kurt also pulled out a set of Burberry black and titanium cuff links and shirt studs. Another Loubouton shoe carrier made an appearance, though this one was significantly bigger. "Now Sam, this tux, shoes, and cuff link set are the same ones you'll be wearing for the wedding. So please, for the love of all things vintage Alexander McQueen, please be careful."

Sam gave his friend a quelling look. "I'm not Finn; I don't have to wait 'til right before I leave the house to get dressed in order to make sure that my clothes stay clean."

"This is true. I apologize…for I am never sorry." Kurt laughed. He gave Sam an assessing look. "So would you prefer concealer, or photo retouching?"

Sam didn't even bother trying to dissemble. "I can't just wear it as a badge of honor. I mean…these are our engagement photos." He teased.

The wicked look that crossed Kurt's face made Sam take a step back. "We'll retouch the pictures, and accidentally leak the real one to some of the entertainment news outlets. Show that stupid hoe, Roland Stone, how a truly gifted lover can bring out the passionate side of my diva. He's lucky I didn't tell everyone what Mercedes told me about his physical impairment."

"Physical impairment?" Sam asked with a raised eye brow.

Mercedes and Kurt exchanged a look and started to sing. "Don't want no short, short man…don't want don't want no short, short man."

"That guy is like six foot two, he's not….oh…my bad he's not Lord Farquard short…he's short where it actually matters." Sam realized. "No wonder he's such an asshole." The stylist's assistant who was nearby steaming the formal wear giggled. "What? I standby it. No man who is worth a damn in bed, especially if he's built like a man not a baby rabbit, is gonna blame his lover for his own literal or figurative short comings."

However before anyone could respond to that statement, the photographer's assistant rushed over, "We'll need to begin within the next thirty minutes." He said smarmily. "I'll need to start positioning the lights within the next twenty."

Kurt shooed him away, before Sam could notice the fact that the assistant was apparently heterosexual and a breast man as well. "Let's do the easy ones first." He took down Sam's informal outfit and handed it to him. "Get dressed, you have ten minutes."

Kurt took those ten minutes and finished turning Mercedes into a beautiful diva. When she stepped out from behind the curtains Sam stopped in the process of putting on his shoes and he just stood there with his mouth open. Kurt had unrolled all the curlers and finger combed them into tumbling waves of chocolate brown and black curls that flowed around her shoulders and down her back. Her dress was a body skimming, curve hugging, sheath that stopped a little more than half way down her thighs. The neckline was straight across the top and started a little under halfway down the deep, long well of her cleavage. The versatile material that gave the dress its name was draped over her shoulders and breasts, it was pulled tight enough against her flesh to make her breasts puff up where they were displayed just enough to make any man looking at her long to touch them. The jewel green tone was amazing against her skin, and the makeup artists had created a daytime sultry look that made her eyes look even bigger and more doe-like. Her lips were beautiful, full and lush and covered in a subtle rose champagne gloss. Her shoes were peep toe sling backs that added at least five inches to her height. Sam wanted to see her in those shoes and absolutely nothing else.

Kurt called him over and gave him the once over. Kurt straightened seams and brushed off invisible lint. Then he led them over to the area where the photographer's assistant was finishing setting up the backdrop and seating. Kurt took one look at the high backed Victorian chair, and lost his mind. "What the hell is that?" He pointed to the very heavy looking chair. He had quite a problem with the chair's upholstery pattern. The mahogany wood done in amazing scroll work was on point, but the upholstery looked like someone's grandmother had picked it out in a home goods store a decade before any of them had even been born.

"It is an antique, Mr. Hummel." The photographer said as he stepped onto the scene. "You do your job and allow me to do mine."

Kurt gave him a straight screw face. "I appreciate antiques. However, that monstrosity will not show my Diva's dress to the best advantage."

Maximilian Davidson rolled large hazel eyes. "Let's say that if I am right and you are wrong…you will have to allow me the exclusive photography rights to your next three east coast events."

"Fine, but if I am right, you'll do those three events but waive your exorbitant fee for all three." Kurt shot back.

Mercedes went over, she assessed the chair, with a gesture she had Sam come over and adjust the angle. She turned and settled her legs over the side of the chair and twisted her hips so that her back was against the tall back. Sam moved behind the chair and draped his hand over her right shoulder. She lifted her left hand and linked it with Sam's clearly allowing not only her ring to be shown off, but their love to shine forth as well. "Shit, Robin…my Nikon!" Maximilian called to his assistant. "Jonesé…look up at your prince." He commanded as soon as the camera hit his hand. He immediately started to take shots as his assistant hurriedly tried to get the lights and shadows perfect. "Prince Sam? Sam…shift Jonesé's hair over to her other shoulder." His breath caught, "the sexual tension between you two is absolutely breathtaking. Drop her hand, and whisper something in her ear."

Kurt hustled over to the computer that the camera was streaming to. Every shot was gold, intimate and sweet, yet hot as fire. Kurt had to ask for one shot though. "Mercy, can you stand and turn and kiss Sam over the back of the chair."

She okayed the shot with Maximilian before she complied, but the shot was amazingly beautiful. Max held the camera up for a moment. "Robin, loose the chair, Jonesé stand in front of Sam. Sam wrap your hands around her and J…rest your hands on his." Maximilian directed. As soon as they assumed the position, Maximilian started to take shots that were even more intimate and touching than the ones before. After he was sure that he had gotten everything he wanted of those, he had his assistant and another guy bring in a Victorian fainting couch, and had Mercedes recline against Sam as he straddled the chaise and sat upright against the backrest.

Sam leaned in and whispered, "It's a damn good thing you wore me out last night, or we'd be seeing how sturdy these antiques are." The couple started to giggle just as the photographer began to snap shots of them. They took another million pictures, in another hundred poses before Maximilian called for lunch. Lunch was catered by Alton Brown's catering company. Afterwards Mercedes was put through another round of hair and makeup. She took off her bra and let Kurt strap her into the silken black corset. She pulled the Louboutons from their case and shooed Kurt off to go and help Sam get into his tux. She cooed at the vintage Loubouton Borghese black pumps. When Kurt returned, admonished by Sam that the blond could dress himself and he would call him when it was time to do the cufflinks, Mercedes was petting the crisscrossed, well cared for, patent leather straps that made up the vamp of the shoes like they were a pet. "Okay, Cedes dear. I know that the shoes are beyond spectacular, but we only have Maximilian for another hour."

"Fine." She pouted but she allowed Kurt to fasten her into the sky high, red bottomed heels. He carefully helped her into the gorgeous Alyce Paris dress and zipped it up just as Sam called out his name. Kurt bustled off to help him as Mercedes allowed the makeup artist to cover her lips first with an oxen blood colored lipstain, then go over that with the subtle rose champagne gloss. She gave herself a once over in the floor length mirror. The hair stylist had given her a truly beautiful, if a little elaborate, off the side bun, accented with a peacock feather that matched the dress perfectly. The makeup artist had given her an old fashion smoky eye, subtle cheek accentuation and glamorous lips. The feather in her hair played wonderfully off the design of the Swarovski crystal neckpiece and cuffs. The earrings were simple and served to enhance all the other jewelry rather than compete with it or give her a too matched look.

Mercedes smiled in the mirror and headed out to see what changes the commotion in the main part of the studio had wrought. The backdrop was no longer the very light ivory it had been. Now it looked like a beautiful starry night sky. Kurt had a word with Robin, and with a gesture the chair was back. It was soon joined by a TV tray draped in silvery fabric. Kurt arranged her on the chair as closely as he could remember to how she looked that long ago prom night. Mercedes caught onto what he was going for and adjusted accordingly. Kurt stepped out of the frame, and Maximilian selected his camera of choice, and began to take pictures. Sam slowly approached Mercedes; he looked incredible from the top of his well styled hair to the matte and shiny toes of his Loubouton shoes. Reaching her, he gently cleared his throat. "You look even more beautiful than you did that night. May I have this dance?"

Placing her hand in his she stood gracefully. From out of nowhere, the opening strains of Christina Perri's Jar of Hearts started to play. They danced, moving through the steps of a tango, that didn't quite fit the music, but it was the only sexy ballroom dance Sam had been able to learn from Mike over the years. The rest of the room faded away as they danced. Sam dipped and twirled Mercedes around the small 'dance floor'. Eventually Kurt put on a fast song and they let loose. They resurrected the robot, and the cabbage patch, the running man and the prep. Sam busted out the windy city, so Mercy started to drop it like it's hot. By the time Maximilian released them they were barely able to dance for all their giggling and laughing.

"I'm not ready to undo the magic…Kurt doll yourself up. Let's see if Monica can get us reservations for four at La Grenouille. Maximilian, you will join us, won't you?" Mercedes laughed. Her miracle worker managed to get them slightly early reservations at the posh French restaurant. She even sent a car service and Binkie and Junior to pick them up. The evening was filled with good company, good food and good conversation. Before the dessert course, Sam and Mercedes adjourned to the dance floor. They returned just as dessert was presented. Sam and Mercedes had each gotten something different and they shared their differing soufflés until they were all gone. They said good night and hurried back to the privacy of Sam's apartment.

Sunday, they attended Sam's church and had a wonderful brunch afterwards. Monday found them back on their grinds. Sam had meetings with his team, and then he had meetings with the money people. DC's accountants decided that it was extremely fortuitous that Sam's fiancée was the person that more than seventy-five percent of their focus groups felt would make the perfect Vixen. They took that and Sam's moving to LA as signs that this was the perfect time to begin moving on the first Justice League movie. Mercedes, accompanied by Kurt, Monica and Marley, had appointments at several smaller boutique bridal salons. It was in a very tiny shop in Soho that she managed to find exactly what she was looking for. They went to Unique's village apartment and dragged her with them to Neiman Marcus, and Mercedes found a perfect pair of blue Gucci sandals to wear with it. For the ceremony she was going for a more traditional something blue, she had found some beautiful sapphire and blue diamond hair pins that would work perfectly. Also at Neiman, she found six different Le Pearla lingerie sets that she purchased for their honeymoon and some great stockings for any occasion she might need them for. Kurt was searching through dress racks like a man possessed. He still hadn't found a dress that would work for all of Mercedes bridesmaids. They ranged in age from twenty to forty and had different shapes and heights and everything else, including budgets and personalities. Granted he had one less responsibility, he'd finally called in the towel on trying to convince Edith Jones that he was going to pick out the Mothers' dresses as well. Apparently even his charm could only go so far against her brand of stubborn. He had sent her a picture of the dress he'd selected for Marie Evans, so they were all hoping that Edith would be able to find something similar or complimentary. But still he searched for the perfect bridesmaid's dresses.

"Kurt, does it help if I say I'd love to go old school glamour for them, think fit and flair or mermaid. If you're going cocktail length instead, I'd prefer a bateau neckline. If you can get both in the same dress, I will never again mention you almost throwing me over for Rachel back in the day ever again." Mercedes offered.

Kurt was thoughtful. "You know I think that Zac Posen's line put out something in their spring line that would be perfect. It's higher end though."

She shrugged. "I'll buy Stacey's; everyone else can easily afford it. I saw a cute little short number that will look great with my reception dress. I'll fork out the cash to get them each one of those. That and their bridesmaid's jewelry will be my gift to the girls, though some of them have a little something extra back at Sam's already. But my bitches or not, they are on their own for their shoes." She turned to Monica and had her send Kurt the link for the Alfred Angelo bridesmaid dress that she'd liked.

Finally, pretty much, finished with the things they had planned to get accomplished for the wedding, they headed to the snazzy little dress boutique that she loved to visit on Fifth Avenue. They searched and searched, finally finding her two different outfits that would work for going out with Sean Combs, no matter where they ended up going. She searched out shoes and accessories. The five friends hooked up with Sam and met Quinn, Blaine, Mike, and even Rachel for a little reunion dinner.

"Man, you and Mercedes getting back together after all these years is giving me all kinds of hope, Sam." Mike said as their servers began to set out their dinner selections. "I had hoped she might call me after Artie sent us all each other's contact info." Mike said referring to Tina.

Sam shrugged. "I kind of had to make Mercedes come to me this time I was too scared of rejection to put myself out there in the same way I used to. Maybe Tina is kind of feeling the same way."

"Yeah, but what if she is with somebody? I think it hurts less not to know." Mike finally returned.

"Yeah, at least Tee's not with one of the 'our designers are celebrities' fashion houses. I was forced to listen to international commentary every time Mercedes went out with some new guy." Sam sighed as he remembered those dark days.

Mike clapped him on the back and commiserated. "So, what's up with Kurt and Blaine? Kurt has a husband and Blaine has a boyfriend. Why are they flirting so much?"

"Man, that is not Blaine flirting…not anymore. I've had to play his damn wingman. Lost a bet…don't ask…but that is flirting for the nice, sweet, humble Blaine we knew back in the day. Flirting for grown up Blaine is a whole lot closer to Santana's high school flirting than anything you're seeing right now." Sam laughed.

Mike wiped an imaginary tear drop from his eyes. "They grow up so fast." The two old friends shared a laugh and returned their attention to the other conversations going on around the table.

Mercedes asked everyone what they were doing on Wednesday evening. She explained to them that she would need an entourage to be accepted as 'elite' in the New York club scene. She did advise them that they really shouldn't come if they had to be anywhere before noon the next day. All of the New York New Directions agreed to come, and in Blaine's case bring his significant other. They discussed the details and it was agreed that everyone would meet up at Sam's apartment and have a late dinner before heading to whichever hotspot P. Diddy was partying at that evening. Mercedes told them that Monica would text them with the details as soon as she had them. They enjoyed the rest of their dinner, chatting and catching up in all the ways you could only do face to face.

Before the dessert course was served, Kurt drew everyone's attention to himself; he had several skype windows open facing him on several different devices. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen…the long, very, very long…really too long awaited blessed union of Mercedes Jones and Sam Evans will be occurring on Saturday August third in Lima, Ohio. The wedding will begin promptly at five pm. The reception will begin promptly at eight. Those of you, who are to be in the wedding party, will receive notice within the next few days. I will email you the dress and/or tuxedo details. Invitations will be in the mail no later than June 28th. For all of the New Directions of 2012 and 2013…except that Kitty broad, attendance is mandatory. If you fail to show up, then you will automatically lose any and all privileges that come with being our friend…i.e. no more will call concert tickets, no more friends and family rate for styling or event planning, no more positive spin on stupid antics, no more preferential casting, and anything else we can come up with."

Mercedes rolled her eyes, "Kurt…" she chided.

"What?" He said innocently. "I'm rather sick of only being considered a friend when there is an opening I just have to plan, or an awards show that they just have to look their best for. I'm rather sick of almost all of us going out of our way for each other, but then when we need certain people, they are too busy to even take our calls, or if they do, they find some way to benefit from assisting us." Kurt said his eyes narrowing on each and every word.

Mike spoke up; falling easily back into a role he thought he'd left behind years before. "We'll all be there Kurt ready to assume our roles are your perfection soldiers; ready, willing, and able to make sure that nothing goes wrong on that, the most overdue of, wedding days."

"Everybody got jokes about how damn long its take me and Sam to get to the altar, but let me point out, Puck on west coast, Lauren on east. Brittany back with dudes, but in NYC while Artie is in Vegas. Santana, gonna leave her alone 'cause I know her chick and she is all kinds of awesome…if they didn't both have such rampant commitment issues, they might actually move in together. Mike, Manhattan, Tina, Paris…both of you single and asking me all the damn time how the other one is doing. Joe in Orlando, Quinn in Manhattan…see where I'm going with this…now let the mutherfucker who is without issues cast the first joke." Mercedes read everyone the riot act.

Sam put a soothing arm around her shoulder. "But Mercy…the only ones in happy, healthy relationships are gay. Our straight friends want to pick on us too. What can they pick on us about?" he said teasingly.

Quinn took the first shot. "I call that HUGE ass hickey that Sam is sporting, and just for Santana, I'm going to add the question, can normal sized lips even come close to making one of that size and intensity?"

"I want to mention that I saw Ms. Jones on her first day in New York and Mercedes, you haven't been walking normally since." Marley added lightly.

Finn had Kurt turn him around to face the couple. "I want to know if Sam's neighbors call him by name when they see him in the lobby now. Cheezus knows that when he lived with us during that summer of love part deux, our whole neighborhood knew both their names."

By that point, no one had a straight face any more. Even Rachel was laughing so hard that she had tears running down her face. Once everyone was finally back under control, Kurt resumed control himself. So now that we've tormented out happy couple, let me continue my announcements. Rachel, Quinn, or Noah, before the end of this evening I'll need Shelby Cochran's mailing address as well as a 'not completely super personal' email address. I have to invite Schue, I cannot figure anyway around it, Coach Sylvester has already called me and told me that she will be attending 'Aretha and Lady Lips' shindig…not because she likes you anymore now than she did when we were students, but just because 'Aretha' is still her biggest Cheerio success story; so if those two will be there than I think the teacher who truly saw our Diva's talent and brought it forward should definitely be there. And, of course, Mercedes wants her 'supposed to have been' god daughter there as well. Now, Finn, your son as the only little boy in our entire social circle, will be serving as the ring bearer…and my precious Marissa will be one flower girl, Mercedes' niece, Joyanna, will be the other."

Kurt started addressing people more individually. "Blaine, I understand that you shall serve as the best man, since Sam promised it to you quite some time ago. Right now, I doubt Mercedes even knows who her Maid/Matron of Honor shall be. I am asking that all New Direction females who are not in the wedding party wear jewel tones, other than amethyst, silver, or gold. I will need all of us in Lima no later than July 29th. Mercedes you and Sam are to be there by the 27th. Everyone is allowed to bring a plus one…not Brody, Rachel, he is pathetic, and if I see one lock of Jessie St. Shameless' hair on the premises…I will have him shot. I cannot believe that you still associate with either of those two. Quinn, I will put it on the invite, but please make sure that Shelby knows she may bring a plus one as Beth will be named on the invitation. Beth, however, is too young to have a plus one and if she does chose to bring one, if it is a boy, I will have Mr. Evans shoot him before Puck or Jake can ruin their tuxedos by killing him with their combined bare hands. He is southern so I am sure that he owns at least one gun. There will be many celebrities here, not just us, so please remember this when selecting your plus ones."

He took a sip of water and continued his instructions. "Santana, I don't care if they are still in the process of choosing a new pope or not, you will get your ass back stateside and in Lima by the 29th. I'm still not sure why they have you anywhere near the Vatican. Aren't they worried you'll burst into flames?" he teased to soften his imperative. "Brittany, darling, please…as a personal favor do not bring pets. The Wyndham was kind enough to hold a very large percentage of their rooms for us…they do not allow pets. Mike, if you are going to try to contact Tina, do so now so the drama can be resolved or at least shelvable by then. Puck, I will be inviting Lauren, so please make sure that there will be no lingering drama there either. Puck, if you aren't in the bridal party, you will sit with Cedes' family and Jake, you will sit with Sam's, there is some division among others as well. Marley, Sam's side…Unique, Mercedes'. I think that is everything, but be prepared for me to be texting and emailing you more and more details as we get nearer to the event." Kurt made a gesture and dessert was finally served.

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