It was early morning at Belle Fontaine. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and Rachel and Mercedes were fast asleep in their temporary beds.

Quinn nursed into their room singing the military wake-up jingle. Rachel and Cedes were startled out of their sleep.

"Rise and Shine, sleepy heads." Quinn sung. "Extra! Extra! Read all about it! You two made the front page." She proceeded to hand a copy of the 'Bridesmaids News' to each of her new bridesmaids. "'Old Friends join Bridal Fun.' Now breakfast is in a few minutes and then at 8, it's time to turn on the charm because 'Wedding Bells' magazine will be here for photos and interviews. Then at 11, it's your first dress fitting and then there's so much more after that. You two need to get moving. Bye!"

Quinn walked out of the room, not acknowledging the glares that Mercedes had given her the entire time. "She keeps this up this is gonna be an obituary page." Mercedes declared as she tossed the flyer on the ground and tried to go back to sleep.

Rachel got out of her bed and reached under it for her suitcase. She pulled out a spray bottle filled with water and sprayed Mercedes.

"HEY!"

"Come on, I don't know about you but I'm not going to wait to put plan 'Bust Up' into action."

Mercedes sat up on her bed and started rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Since when is it called plan 'Bust Up'."

"Since now. All good plans need a codename."

"Well girl, I'm telling you right now, that's not it."

Rachel sprayed her again.

After finally getting out of bed and getting dressed, the girls headed out to the terrace where the interviews were taking place. By the time they got there, the interviewer and photographer were already there. The girls were seated at the table and watched as Ashlee was interviewed.

"Being selected Quinn's Maid of Honor has been just the most important thing that has happen in my entire…" Ashlee started to get teary-eyed. "Life." The magazine writer looked concerned. "I'm sorry, it's just ever since me and Quinn met our freshman at Yale," She pauses and did a sorority handshake with Quinn. "We've been like sisters. Actually, we're more like two big halves of one big Siamese twin."

Quinn looked touched by her words. Mercedes and Rachel looked at the scene in disgust.

"Funny thing is that she's happier than we are." Santana commented, guiding Brittany to the table as Tina followed behind. Mercedes nodded in agreement.

"Hey girls." Brittany greeted as she reached a seat. Rachel and Mercedes smiled at her, happy that she was there. But before she could sit down, she, Santana, and Tina was dragged away by Mrs. Fabray.

Quinn excused herself to come over and talk to the two girls remaining at the table. "Okay girls. The better the interviews the more likely we are to get the cover. I hope you two are thinking up some colorful anecdotes."

"Yah, that's what we're doing over here." Rachel lied.

"Yup, tried some jokes on the butler. Freaking killed." Mercedes continued.

Quinn giggled nervously. "Oh Mercedes, you're just a regular party starter sometimes. But seriously, when it's your turn to be interviewed, please no frowny faces, no sassy attitude, and please none of that other thing you do."

"Oh, you mean sarcasm?" Mercedes assumed.

"Yes, none of that."

"Quinn, I could never be sarcastic with you."

Quinn smiled, not catching the sarcasm in that very statement and went over to oversee the other bridesmaids' interview. Mercedes and Rachel watched till a servant brought them breakfast.

"Here we are ladies. Apple and cinnamon oatmeal for Ms. Rachel." The servant smiled, placing a bowl in front of Rachel. "And for Ms. Mercedes, spelt toast rye, and soy bacon bits." He sat the plate down. Mercedes made a disgusted face noticing 1/2 a slice of bread and a spoon of bacon bits.

"What is spelt toast." Mercedes picked up the thin ½ sliced bread. "That means someone ate it already?"

"I'll handle this." Mrs. Fabray interrupted sending the server away. "Mercedes. Our bridesmaids dresses aren't going to impress in the plus size." Mrs. Fabray touches Mercedes shoulder, but removing it after noticing Mercedes evil glare. "But with alittle work, we think you could lose 10 pounds just this week."

"You could cut off my leg." Mercedes sarcastically offered.

Mrs. Fabray laughed but continued. "It's not just diet. We're even bringing in a personal trainer for you. And trust me, he's a miracle worker." She smiled and walked away.

"I need a miracle?" Mercedes asked knowing the purpose of that statement was to offend her.

"I know you probably don't want to hear this right now, but this is delicious." Rachel admitted eating her breakfast. "Hi Ashlee." She smiled noticing Ashlee walking over to the table for her breakfast.

Rachel turned back to the oatmill just in time to notice Mercedes trying to scoop some out of her bowl. She slapped her hand, causing Mercedes do draw her spoon back empty.

"You went to Yale?" Mercedes questioned.

"Ya." Ashlee nodded from her seat next to Rachel

"They must have REALLY lowered their standards." Mercedes mumbled to herself.

"So, do you have any advice? You know, bridesmaid to bridesmaids?" Rachel asked Ashlee. "How are you getting along with Quinn?"

"We're great friends." Ashlee answered.

"What about Mrs. Fabray?" Mercedes asked. Ashlee simply shrugged. "Come on, we're friends now." Mercedes encouraged her to gossip about the others.

Ashlee looked around to see the others. "I can't do anything right." Ashlee broke her silence. "She's always on my case, and she treats me like a big dope. Can you believe that?"

"We can help you." Rachel said.

"You mean our secret tip?" Mercedes asked Rachel., who nodded. "You know, she always liked us." Mercedes said to Ashlee

"Really?" Asked Ashlee.

"Look girl you have to understand is under a lot of pressure right now. Q might be getting married but its even more stressing to plan everything." Mercedes informed.

"I've noticed she drinking." Rachel added.

"Yes, constantly." Ahlee admitted.

"That's what happens." Rachel nodded.

"Here's the trick. When she's drinking, tell her to slow down." Mercedes said in all seriousness.

"Like, in front of everybody?"

"Well, that's the only way it works!" Mercedes replied.

"What we used to do was count her drinks, then let her know."

"Yes, she always thanked us later. You'll be golden!" Mercedes said in an evil grin.

"I can do that." Ashlee nodded before taking a sip of her cold water. She quickly put the glass down and touched her temples. "That was really cold. It felt like my brain was frozen."

"I couldn't tell" Mercedes mumbled taking her first bite of toast.

I had to post because I'm REALLY REALLY happy. Amber won Dancing With The Stars. She's SO amazing. I LOVE AMBER AND MERCEDES. Don't take this chapter as a poke at Mercedes. This is for the story and it helps build for something that will happen later, and build a hatred for Mrs. F. The 2nd part of the chapter comes from the movie Revenge of the bridesmaids. I wish I had Amber's shape, so don't get me wrong.