(My note: Have you watched the Glee Project Season 2 Winner Blake Jenner? He would be a perfect Mac! Sorry it took me so long. Summer was wonderful as I ate too much, watched way too many love stories, and traveled. If you have a chance you tube Blake Jenner I'll be and listen to his I'm the Guy Poem. You will also see one of my favorite songs Wonderwall in my story. And more importantly, do my three favorite words live, love, laugh!)

I looked very decent in my midnight blue homecoming dress with interesting angles and dimensions. I opted this time to let my natural curls do their thing. My mom curled my lashes and insisted on a fake tan but it actually looked surprisingly real. Unfortunately for me, my skin color is more like my dad's. But lucky for me, I have my mom's great rear and awesome legs. I applied a layer of fresh gloss and looked impatiently out the window.

My mom entered my room with an endearing smile.

"Nervous", she asked.

I flung myself back into the soft cushion of my bed and sighed as my long hair spread out like angel wings. I sighed as I looked above the ceiling.

She walked up to the bed and sat down.

"You really like him, don't you?"

"He makes me feel….there's no words to explain…"

Her brown eyes crinkled at the corners. "Let me guess…frustrated, exasperated, giddy, tingly, crazy…"

"How did you guess?"

"Your dad"…..

"Gross, mom!"

"Actually, he still does all those things for me….when its right, its right, no way around it. Just be careful tonight and don't do anything you will regret".

"Like SEX mom, believe me I got the lecture from the six foot 4 inches and a half Neanderthal downstairs pacing the floor like a mad man."

We both laughed at that one line hysterically, unbeknownst to the man downstairs too busy contemplating what we he would say and do when his daughter's date arrived.

"Mom, I inherited your brains as you know. I'm not going to risk an unplanned pregnancy. We are not at that point and I'm definitely not ready for that yet."

She let out a relieved smile. "Well, make sure to tell your dad that before he scares the dickens out of Mac. It's hard for him to share his little girl."

"Mom", you are the one making me exasperated now!"

But, I gave her a big hug and walked downstairs to comfort the next big baby. Parents!

As I walked down the stairs, I spotted my dad looking out the window. When he heard my steps, he turned and spotted me in my dress. My dad let out a big gasp as he let out a big whistle.

"Wow, my beautiful little girl."

I swear I could see little tears in his eyes.

"You look breathtaking and so GROWN up".

We hugged a while as he danced me around the living room.

"Don't worry dad I'm a smart girl."

"I know you are but it's still not easy on me Mia you growing up so fast."

"If there are any problems….."

"I will call plus you taught me self-defense."

I mimicked some karate moves that softened the intensity of our conversation.

"It's okay dad, seriously", I said as my eyes rose to the occasion.

With one more bear hug, we walked to the door as we heard the sound of a car door closing. MAC IS HERE AND I AM SO EXCITED.

My heart was racing as I saw my handsome and complex date walk up my driveway. His swagger walk was toned down not to frighten my dad but his handsome smile and my favorite dimple so evident. His hair glimmering in the sun freshly washed. He had a cool black and midnight tie and a crisp dress shirt that showed the definition of his arms. His arms held my flowers and I could tell he was a bit nervous.

From around the corner, I saw my dad and Mac do their business with my dad's firm handshake and Mac meeting his eye contact in silent agreement and then my moment arrived when Mac saw me. I could tell by his expression that he thought me beautiful. But, what he didn't know was that he seriously was taking my breath away. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, touch every angle of his face, run my hands down his muscled arms, gaze in his lovely eyes, and kiss him senseless. When his pretty gold eyes met mine, an emotion so deep in my chest brought misted tears to my eyes.

The moment was somewhat softened by mom's over eagerness to take our picture. I could tell that Mac liked my parents but was still very intimidated by meeting them. And you should have seen his face when my mom embraced him with a great big hug. It's obvious that Mac isn't used to being hugged.

After struggling with his boutonniere, we finally walked to his colorful truck with different hues of rust. Not that it mattered to me; I was just blessed to be in his company. Mac walked around the truck and opened the passenger door which met to my father's approval. We waved goodbye as we headed to the homecoming dance.

Mac drove around the corner and pulled to the side of the road.

His golds peered into mine. "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful, Mia". His finger twirled a strand of my hair. I could feel his deep breath as he leaned toward me to gently place a kiss on my cheek.

"You're not so bad yourself!"

He smiled his killer smile and steered back into the road. And all I could do was smile as I inched next to him, my head resting on his shoulder the whole ride there.

Mac was the perfect gentleman opening the doors, talking to my friends, and engaging in polite conversation but when the slow music started things were clear. I was his date!

As his hands laced in mine, he brought me closely to his chest, his arms around my back. Gently, he brushed my face and stared at my lips. I laid my head on his shoulder as we danced. One hand reached for mine, our fingertips laced, his other arm around my back. And we enjoyed the moment dance after dance until Puckerman intervened on a fast song.

I had fun watching Puckerman's antics trying to get Mac to get funky. It was obvious they were becoming fast friends which was cool in my book. But, I couldn't help but wonder what they were doing when they both started walking to the stage when the song ended.

When they reached the stage, Puckerman grabbed his quitar and sat on a stool. Mac started fumbling with the microphone on stage, clearing his throat. What's going on? I could only wonder.

Puckerman started playing some tunes when Mac started to sing. I was in such shock as I never knew that Mac could sing. The quietness in the room made me realize that the rest of the school was in shock as well and that he was good!

The words came out and sent tingles down my spine. My face felt flushed and it was like Mac and I were the only people in the room. It was obvious the words were for me and that they were a declaration of love. I knew then that my enduring love for him was reciprocated fully.

"I'm sure you've heard it all before, but you never really had a doubt

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding

There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how

Because maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me

And after all, you're my wonderwall"

Watching his nervous but very cool expressions as he sang, it made me love him even more. There were many shades of Mac that I had yet to meet but he was taking my breath away. And when the song finally ended I ran to that stage and let everybody know with my kiss that the dimpled boy on that stage was mine. The crowd clapped along and cheered. I know that I surprised Mac with that but didn't he just do the same?

Quickly, we exited the stage as PDA is not a smart choice at McKinley High. Mac grabbed my hand and eased me into the night air. The air felt cool to my touch. I smiled at Mac and my face lit as I bragged on and on about his talent. He pressed my back against the outside wall.

He went in for the kill and gave me a swooping kiss. I pulled him closer to me. Endless tingles radiated and I felt the restfulness and out of control feelings rush in. My hands ran along his muscled back and I drank in his kiss. By this time, he had a fistful of my hair in his hands and his hot tongue circled my own. Hot, passion, love.
I don't know how long we stood there sparks flying but it was obvious to me that I could not get enough of him. It was like a forest fire, spreading so fast, hard to die down. I broke the kiss grasping my hands firmly to the folds of my dress. A huge gasp of air teetered me towards the edge. My body needed time to recuperate.

My eyes scanned his loveliness. His lips were swollen and his eyes beckoning. The magnetic pull of his lips drove me to his one more time.

"I love you Mac".

Love is not about being unafraid and he gave me the words I knew to be true. Mac loved me as well. My eyes watered as I wrapped my arms around him excitedly. Mac loves me…loves me ….loves me.

Amongst the happiness, I knew there would be struggles because my body wanted his, heart and soul but we needed time yet and I was content to just bask in his presence give him time to grow in our love. It was like a garden with the little roots expanding through the dirt. Our garden would grow but with endless cold showers in the meantime.

Mac was the best part of my bucket list and he would always be. Sure, there would be other paths to conquer but with the sureness of my mom and dad's experience, I too, had found my home, and that was Mac, FOREVER. As I reached for his hand again, we both smiled at each other and walked toward what would only be the best part of the rest of our lives, each other.

The End