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Epilogue
"Soo…this was the story of the two boys whose lives where turned upside down?", seventeen-year-old Tracy asked Blaine. He nodded. "Aren't you too old to listen to that bedtime story?", he said, chuckling. Tracy shook her head. "I love it. You've been telling me that story since I was four", she smirked and coughed.
"And if I'm sick, then I deserve that" Blaine laughed. "You little brat!", he said affectionately. "And did the boys find out who saved Finn's life?", Tracy wanted to know. Blaine shook his head, sad. "No, unfortunately, we…they didn't", he said.
At that moment, Kurt entered the bedroom. "Hello, my most favorite people in the world", he greeted them and pecked both of them. He looked back and forth between Blaine and Tracy. "Let me guess, you are telling her the story about the two boys and their friends again who happen to have the same names as us and all our friends", he chuckled. "Yup, you caught us. I begged Daddy B to tell me the story", Tracy admitted, looking sheepish.
"You can't let it be, right? But why do you love it that much, Trace?", Kurt asked her. The girl shrugged. "I don't know. I think fantasy stories are my guilty pleasure", she admitted and got up. "If you excuse me, I want to freshen up. That girl needs to be clean", she laughed, pointing at herself. Blaine got up us well. "And I have to get going, too, earn some money with my songs", he said.
Now, that he was in his forties, he had stopped his work at Broadway, other than Rachel who was still working there as a director and scriptwriter. Anyway, Blaine was a famous singer-songwriter, now. Sometimes, he recorded his songs himself, sometimes, he let Mercedes, Santana, Tina, Rachel or even Quinn (if she wasn't too busy as a successful attorney) sing his songs to give them some feminine touch. Currently, he was working on a duet with a male and a female singer about an abusive relationship.
He thought hard.
As a music video, he wanted Brittany and Mike to perform a profound choreography instead of too much product placement. Or too much skin.
Kurt playfully smacked him. "Don't pretend we don't have millions of dollars on our accounts. You need to rest a little, gentleman", he told him. "Says the one who worked on his new fashion line three days straight without sleeping", he retorted.
Just like Blaine, Kurt left Broadway to work on his fashion career, sometimes asking Mercedes for some female advice if she wasn't busy touring around the world. The people loved his chic fashion style and his pieces soon became best seller. Kurt threw his hands up. "Fine, go. But don't overwork yourself." Blaine pecked him on the cheek. "I won't, I promise" He turned on his heel and went straight to his working room.
"Have a nice bath, sweetie. If you need something, you know where you can find me", Kurt said to his daughter and left her room. Tracy frowned. Why did her dads always say something like that? Shrugging, she went to her en-suite bathroom, towel and smartphone in hand. She pushed the holograph-button and called her three best friends.
"Hey, Trae. How is it going?", Barbara "Barbs" Hudson asked her, her holograph was showing her lying on her bed. With her black dyed hair, her dark clothes and her emo-like behavior, she was the bad girl among the four friends, much to Rachel's disdain.
Rachel was a little disappointed that Barbs seemed to like football, ripped jeans and goth, not (pink) dresses, Broadway and glitter. "You know, still bad. The flu sucks", Tracy complained, coughing. "Don't complain, Trae. Our parents told us about the Corona Virus, which scared the crap out of them around the time we were born. People weren't even allowed to leave their houses because they were freaking afraid", Celestia "CeCe" Evans deadpanned.
Tracy rolled her eyes.
CeCe was the "Ms-Know-It-All" and nerd among them and always teased her friends with her intellect and facts. "Stop it, CeCe. You don't need to scare us with your horror stories", the holograph of Camilla Lopez-Pierce said, calm.
Camilla was the most reasonable and mature among them, although she was the youngest. "What did you do all day?", she asked Tracy. "I asked Daddy B to tell me their story again", the dark-haired girl admitted. The three girls groaned. "Tracy, for the millionth time: that story is fictional, our parents used their names for the characters so that it felt more real", CeCe said slowly. The pale, blue eyed girl shook her head. "But that story is real, believe me. Have you ever seen your parents near the water? And did you forget when a mugger dragged me and Daddy K to a side street six years ago and that guy's gun was frozen all of a sudden?", Tracy recounted. Barbs frowned. "Well, that was weird, you are right. But that means nothing."
"Trae, do you really want to say that our parents are actual mermaids? You need to grow up, okay?", Camilla told her. Tracy turned on the faucet of her bathtub and dumped some soap into the water. "I won't give up until I know the truth about our parents", she said stubbornly. CeCe sighed and played with her long, curly hair. "Even if you where right, then our parents have a good reason to keep quiet about that part of their lives. I mean, we are sixteen and you are seventeen, we are almost grown up. They would've told us", she reasoned. Tracy threw her hands up. "I'm giving up. What can I say when even my best friends don't believe me?", she sighed and put off her pajamas. Underneath, she wore a bikini so that she could continue chatting while she was taking a bath. She carefully went into the bathtub. "That's exactly what friends are for, Tracy Evangelina. To give you a reality-check", Camilla said sternly, hands on her hips. Tracy rolled her eyes and sank further into her bathtub. "Yes, I know. I'm sorry. I was just…" She trailed off when she suddenly felt something weird in her legs, like they were molding or something. She looked down- and gasped.
Where were her legs?
She could only see a tail, a tail of a fish.
Her three friends, having witnessed the whole things, were speechless as well.
"So…how the hell is this possible…?", CeCe gasped, stunned. "Our parents were telling us the truth all the time and we were too stupid to realize that…", Barbs mumbled, still shocked. Camilla paled. "Oh, crap. Mermaids do exist. And if Trae turned into one, we will be next...", she realized. "We are so screwed", Tracy echoed what everyone was thinking.
-Fin-
A/N: Soo, that's it, guys, that series is officially over! To all the readers who made it to the epilogue: Thanks for reading all this, you are amazing!
I would be happy if you read my other stories too! See you next time, guys!
XOXO your Princess
