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"Oh my god! I totally remember that! I was all like "Excuse me, but my dad's a dentist", and she was all like "I'm gonna blow his head off."" Mercedes laughed.

"It seems like forever ago," Tina couldn't help but add.

"I know, it's insane. I mean, we haven't seen each other since graduation." Rachel set down her glass of white wine.

"Well, where have you all been?" Tina questioned.

"That's a long story," Mercedes twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. "But I could tell you a thing or two…"

Mercedes had been eighteen when she'd first been discovered. She was down on her luck, and working at a coffee shop. But everyone there knew she had a voice.

It was only when a special customer came along that her voice got a work out.

Karaoke night was like no other. The bright lights, the stage, the scent of lattes, and the loud cheer after every song. Everything made it special. But, oddly enough, Jack Denkson happened to feel like some coffee that night.

Mercedes was behind stage, knowing full well that everyone would love her.

"And up next, Mercedes Jones, with Rihanna's Breakin Dishes!" Michael, who had offered to be the announcer that night, called loudly.

Slowly, she stepped on stage, grinning at the crowd. Nothing like the cheer of the crowd.

"He been gone since 3:30
Been coming home lately at 3:30
I'm super cool, I've been a fool
But now I'm hot and baby you're gonna get it
Now I ain't trippin', I, I ain't twisted
I ain't demented, well just a little bit (huh)
I'm kicking ass, I'm taking names
I'm on a flame, don't come home babe

I'm breakin' dishes up in here
All night (uh huh)
I ain't gonna stop until I see police lights
I'm a fight a man
I'm a fight a man
I'm a fight a man
A man, on a m-a-a-a-aan
A man, a man, on a m-a-a-a-aan."

So she kept singing, powerful voice rebounding of the walls, to the very last note. The crowd was cheering loudly, getting up out of their seats and yelling at the top of their lungs.

But as soon as she had taken her bows and gone backstage, someone was already there.

A man in a business suit stood before her, blonde hair gleaming with gray. "Excuse me, Ms. Jones; I'm Jack Denkson, the director of New World Productions. Do you write your own songs?"

"Yeah," Mercedes said, eyes sparkling with anticipation. I think I know where this is going!

"We would like to see if we can make you a star,"

That's when the excitement came spilling out.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! This has got to be the best day of my life! You won't regret it!" She cried, about ready to hug the man who had just made her dreams come true.

"Oh, I'm sure I won't regret it. Your voice is great." Jack smiled.

"Wow, it was that easy?" Rachel asked disbelievingly.

"Well, it was just a coincidence! I certainly didn't invite him there!" Mercedes continued. "So, Tina, how'd you and Artie get together? I thought you two were done for good."

"It's weird how these things work." Tina gazed off into space.

19 year old Tina quickly logged onto her Facebook account, seeing a friend request on the side bar.

Friend Request:

Artie Abrams

A small tear tumbled down her cheek. I never did get over him.

So she clicked the'confirm' button.

Chat: one person

Tina: It's been a long time

Artie: Yeah. How've you been?

Tina: Fine. U?

Artie: I'm okay. Just been working a lot lately.

Tina: What do you do?

Artie: I'm studying to be a doctor. U?

Tina: Workin 2 be a teacher.

Artie: Coolness. :D

Tina: Thnks. Maybe you'll wanna meet 4 coffee sometime between classes?

Artie: That would be awesome. U free wednsday?

Tina: Yep. Ur free, right?

Artie: Sure. See ya then.

Tina: Bye.

So, everything started with a Facebook chat. Coffee stops and diners filled their evening hours and every morning filled with short kisses and chaste hugs.

Until the day they said "I Do,"

"That is so sweet!!" Rachel cried, clapping.

"Totally!" Mercedes agreed.

Tina blushed, unable to keep it down. "What's new with you, Rachel? You and Finn, huh?"

Rachel sipped her drink. "There's not much to say. We just stayed in touch after high school."

"Hmm…. Cool.

Quinn didn't believe her eyes at first. "Is that who I think it is?"

"Maybe."
"Which is the guy you wanted to introduce me to?"

"Italian dude. His name's Jimmy."

"What? I meant the girl over there. Isn't that Brittany?"

Noah squinted. "I think so,"

Quinn's head tilted a little. "I haven't seen her in forever," She strode over to Brittany.

Noah shrugged. I may as well get a drink, go talk to some people, maybe dance with Quinn.

Jimmy broke the kiss, gazing into Kurt's grey-blue eyes. "Look, let's just let the bartenders handle it. Let's just enjoy this,"

"Okay. Maybe just a little bit. How bout a drink? I make a mean cocktail,"

"A beer might be nice,"

Kurt grabbed a beer from the cooler and handed it to him.

"Thanks," Jimmy took a sip, before saying "Accidenti! Did you spike this or something?"

"Maybe," Kurt giggled a little while Jimmy gave him a pointed look. "I'm kidding! I got the authentic Italian, just for you!"

"You didn't have to do that,"

"I know, but I love you."

Jimmy brushed his bambino's jaw line. "Ti amo, bambino."

"I didn't understand a word you said."

"How bout I translate?" Jimmy kissed him on the cheek, grinning.

"Hmm… I kinda like that phrase." Kurt grasped his boyfriend's hand, leading him into a corner.

So, the said boyfriend acted accordingly, planting a passionate kiss on his lips.

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