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Chapter Three
After my little walk through the park full of surprises, I retired to my room to get ready for the wedding. Kurt, Quinn or Rachel constantly came to check on me (well, mostly Kurt) and see how I was doing.
I did my hair myself (of course the grooms were horrified by my suggestion, but I insisted) and did my own makeup (once again, it took some convincing). My bridesmaid dress was black and short, strapless and with a few velvet squares mixed in with the pattern of the skirt. I decided to bring the wedding a little luck by wearing a pair of blue high heels and borrowing the curling iron I used for my hair. In the end, I liked how I looked and didn't give a damn if Kurt wasn't happy with it (Good thing was, he thought I looked nice. No drama ensued, at least between me and him).
The wedding took place in The Conrad Suite, which was exquisite and expensive, from the black and white foyer to the art deco ceiling. The wedding began promptly at six, and I waited in the foyer for my turn to walk down the makeshift aisle (You would a pricey place like The Waldorf-Astoria would have a real aisle in their wedding venue, but I guess everyone's just cheap these days). I saw all of my friends from the night before in their bridesmaids dresses and groomsmen tuxes, and I also saw Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury, who were, not surprisingly, still unmarried. (Senior year, Mr. Schue had tried to propose to Miss P by writing "Marry me?" on the whiteboard and having the glee club serenaded the "lucky" lady with "Without Love" from that super weird musical, Hairspray. Jacob Ben Israel had filmed the rejection for his blog and the video had received over a thousand hits, much to Mr. Schue's humiliation and Miss P's chagrin).
I spotted the very girl I wanted to see from across the room. Brittany was bending down to help Artie with his bow tie (Which I assumed, Blaine must've picked out, the guy has a strange bow tie fetish I still cannot explain). I snarled, letting my lips curl back and my teeth show. Brittany spotted me and waved sweetly, before turning back to her wheelchair bound friend.
Soon the music started to play, and I forced a smile as I started off towards the "altar" (Once again, the person in charge of the ceremony must've been cheap).
The wedding felt endless. I was rather fidgety throughout the whole thing, because I was looking right at Artie and Brittany, who were whispering to each other, inadvertently pissing me off as they did. There were several times when I wanted to throw my flowers to the floor and walk out.
Finally, after what felt like hours of cruel and unusual punishment, the priest finally proclaimed: "You may kiss each other." The room erupted in applause as the newlyweds leaned in for a lip lock, but my face fell as I saw that Brittany and Artie were kissing as well.
Shit. It was worse than I thought.
