Wednesday wandered through her home, looking for Joel. She hadn't seen him since yesterday and he promised her he would be here. She went to the ballroom where the food and drinks were, hoping that maybe she would spot her lover there. She found her parents, french-kissing in a corner and holding two wine glasses. She decided to walk up to them and ask them if they'd seen him.

Wednesday felt a tad awkawrd interupting, as much as she was used to her parent's... involvement, -as Joel had put it- with one another. She cleared her throat. "Mother?" She tried.

They didn't even notice her.

She tried again. "Father?"

Still, nothing.

"Pubert's asking if he can plant daffodills in the garden." She blurted out.

Immideatley, they tool notcie of her.

"What?" They asked, in unison.

Wednesday chuckled, evily. "No, he isn't."

Her parents sighed with relief.

"Have you seen Joel?" Wednesday asked. "I've been looking for him and I can't seem to find him."

"No, darling. But we'll keep an eye out for him." Replied Morticia.

Wednesday seemed a bit dejected, but not her usual kind. "Alright."

"Wednesday, have you seen Blair?" Morticia asked. She figured by now, her daughter must have run into her close friend.

"Blair's here?" Wednesday asked.

"Yes. I wanted to suprise you."

"But... but, mother..." She didn't even know Blair was still in contact with her parents, it sickened her that she had the audacity to remain friends with them. "that's..." She gulped and walked away. "I'll look for her." She lied.

"Alright, Wednesday. When you do see her, tell her we'll be dancing soon!" She called as her daughter walked away.

Wednesday walked through the graveyard, needing to clear her mind. She walked until she found herself a bit aways from the mansion. She came to a wall of thorns and vines, and an archway covered by a leaf. She had never seen it before. Curious, she walked up to the archway but hid next to it when she saw Blair.

She peered through a small opening in the wall. She had never witnessed a scene that so accuratley portrayed the story of her parents' meeting.

Wednesday's cousin, Desmond had Blair by the waist, and was kissing her from her shoulder, up her neck and to her lips. She was rattling off some words in French in between breaths.

Wednesday was completely enraged at this. She destoryed her boyfriend's job, lied to her and now seduced her cousin. Angry, she watched on.

Blair had never felt love the way she was feeling it right now, and neither did Desmond. After their makeout session was over, they eyed eachother.

"Desmond... I have something I have to tell you." Blair told him.

"What is it, my darling?" Desmond asked, practically bending to this girl's will.

"I'm only five foot three."

Desmond chuckled. "I don't care how tall you are." He said.

"Good." Blair laughed. They stared into eachother's eyes for a while, standing and holding eachother, forgetting completely about the party.

Wednesday, now completely upset, entered the place, and stood before the gazebo. She couldn't get across as she was no expert at heels, let alone whilst on stepping stones. But she didn't want to anyway. "Hello, Blair."

Blair, unwillingly broke their gaze and turned her attention to Wednesday. "Wednesday." She greeted her, politely.

How badly Wednesday wanted to cry red hot tears of rage, scream at her, tell her to screw off and that she'd never forgive her for betraying her. But she didn't even know what to say. She deicded she'd wait until later, and let her have it later, too. "I... just, wanted to tell you, that we're going to be dancing soon." She said.

"Oh, thank you." Blair smiled.

Desmond eyed Blair seductively. "We'll be there shortly."

"Fine." Disgusted with Blair, Wednesday began to walk away, to run away and did not look back once.

Desmond turned his attention back to his love. "Are you aready?"

"Qui." Blair replied, which earned her yet another kiss.

Meanwhile, Tom and Dorothy were in the party room with the rest of the Addamses, dancing.

Just then, Dorothy spotted Cousin Itt. She nearly jumped out of her skin. "T-Tom..."

"Yea?" Tom asked.

"I see a walking mop." Dorothy said.

"What the hell are you on?" Tom was thoroughly confused,

"Please tell me you see that, too." Dorothy begged.

"No, I don't know what-"

Margaret and Cousin Itt then walked up to the pair. "Hello." Margaret greeted them. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm Margaret, and this," she gestured to Itt. "Is my husband, Itt."

"What?" Dorothy accidentally spoke the word aloud.

Margaret laughed. "Oh, no. That's our baby."

"Sure." Dorothy shook Margaret's hand.

Then Itt began to talk to them. Even Blair now understood the way he spoke, and Lacey typically got the gist of it. But Tom and Dorothy didn't understand a word of his... words.

"Umm... sure." Dorothy said.

"Same to you." Tom chuckled.

Margaret smiled and squeezed Itt's... shoulder. "Told you they were our kind of people."

Tom and his wife were left speechless after they walked away. Looking around the room, Dorothy grew concerned as to what her youngest was being exposed to.

Blair and Desmond arrived about ten minutes after Wednesday had. There were about fifty couples -give or take-, includong Gomez and Morticia.

Before the music started, Lacey and Pugsley were over by the food tables, testing out all of the entrees.

"I don't know." Lacey said. "I think the snails are good but they need salt." She explained. "I'll give it eight out of ten cracked out sea monsters." She laughed. "I wonder what that would look like."

"Ever been to a rave party?" Puglsey asked.

Lacey shook her head no.

"How about a mosh pit?"

"Nope."

"Well, then you, my friend, have not lived." He stated.

Lacey laughed again. "Wanna dance?" She asked.

Puglsey was a tad nervous, no girl had ever asked him to dance before. "I don't know how to waltz." He said.

"Yea, neither do I." Lacey explained. "That's why it's fun." She then grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.

In the corner, Blair and Desmond stood.

Desmond extended his hand. "Care to dance?" He asked her.

"I don't know if I'm a very good dancer." Blair replied.

"Then this should be interesting." Desmond smiled.

Blair then took his hand and they got into position with the rest of the couples. She noticed her sister and Pugsley and wonked at Lacey. She then saw Morticia and Gomez, lost in eachother as usual. But Morticia did give her a glance and a smile. Joel and Wednesday were going to dance, too. Of course Blair payed no attention to her nor vise versa.

The music started, and the couples began to waltz. Blair felt like she was bouncing on a cloud, and was doing very well.

Desmond enjoyed the feeling of his arm around her waist, in love with her and her curves. As they danced, he kissed her hand. "My love, I thought you said you weren't a good dancer."

"Well, darling, it appears I am." Blair responded, a sultry tone to her voice.

Lacey just kept giggling at how hard Pugsley was trying to be a good dancer. He was five foot six, only an inch shorter than she was. "I think you're very cute." She told him. "But, you don't have to try so hard to make sure I have a good time. I always do when I'm around you."

"Really?" Puglsey asked.

"Yes, really." Lacey confirmed.

"Wow. I never thought I'd fall in love with a girl into the color white." Pugsley admitted.

A smile played on Lacey's lips. "So... you're in love with me?"

"I think so." Pugsley said.

"Well... look, I have to leave here next month. But I love you, too." Lacey told him. "I'll call, and I'll write, and I'll come back anytime I can if you guys can pay my plane fare."

"I'd like that." Pugsley said.

"Yea, me too."

And then he kissed her, and they both enjoyed it.

Tom and Dorothy were part of the few people standing. They watched their daughters dance with the boys.

"Oh. My. God." Dorothy was in awe. "Do you see her?" She asked, referring to Blair.

"Yea, I see her."

"And...?"

"And, I love her. I'm worried about her but do you see that look in his eyes?" He asked. "I think she'll be alright."

The dance was now over, and tango music began to play.

Blair sighed. "Do you honestly believe I can tango?" She asked.

Desmond nodded. "Yes, yes I do."

The dance began, and the couples all had their own certain style about the way they tangoed. And of course, Gomez and Morticia had the best and wackiest of them all.

Blair was doing the dance like she had done it her whole life.

"I told you you could do it." Desmond said triumphantly.

"That you did." Blair was quite proud of herself.

As the dance continued, it got a bit more sensual. Blair and Desmond shimmied together and he had his hands practically touching her butt, with her arms wrapped around his neck. Blair looked around and saw one couple do a move with the woman's leg up over the man's head, he picked her up, spun her around and they continued the dance.

Desmond noticed her glance. "You want to do it?" He asked.

"Me? Desmond, really, I-"

"I'd give anything to have that leg up over my shoulder." He pleaded.

"Well, if you put it that way..." Blair kissed him breifly as they danced. "Alright, what do I do?"

"How flexible are you?" Desmond asked.

"As flexible as I want to be." She responded.

"Good. Just lift up your leg and put it over my shoulder. Your hand goes around my neck and I'll take care of the rest." He directed.

"Oh, is that all?" Blair asked, scarastically.

"That's all." Desmond confirmed. "Are you ready?"

"Qui, darling." Blair confirmed.

"Perfect." He kissed her due to her words.

Blair wrapped her leg over his shoulder, hoisting herself up. Her other leg dragged along and Desmond rotated backwards, after having been thrown a thorny, red rose from his cousin, it was now in his mouth. He held her waist tightly.

Blair's parents stared in awe and horror, as they knew just how sensual a tango was, let alone that move, which they haf never even seen before. Dorothy's jaw hung open.

Desmond dropped the rose out of his mouth, and Blair caught it with hers. "Ready?" He asked her.

She nodded and he proceeded to spin her over his head, throw her up into the air and catch her in his arms. Midair, the rose flew from her mouth and landed in a vase on the food table.

Blair gasped. "Holy shit." She paused. "I loved that."

The tango music ended and Desmond kissed her, the most passionate kiss they had shared yet. Setting her down, they stood in the middle of the floor, French kissing like the rest of the world didn't exist.

Morticia and Gomez did the same, and Pugsley and Lacey tried, Joel and Wednesday were no where to be found. And of course thunderous applause could be heard from about the room.

Then, finally, it was time for a sacred dance which the Addamses called, The Mumushka. Gomez walked out and patted Fester on the back. Everyone got into position. "Taught to us by our cozect cousins, The Mumushka has been an Addams Family tradition since God knows when. We danced The Mumushka while Nino fiddled, we danced The Mumushka at water lou, we danced The Mumushka for Jack the Ripper. And now, Fester Addams and Dimentia Demonia, this Mumushka is for you!" They started the dance, and what a glorious event it was. Blair watched in awe, and wished she could be part of a family so beautifully bonded.

Wednesday and Joel sat on the stone bench in the middle of the graveyard.

"Wednesday, is this about coming late to the party?" He asked.

"No, Joel." Wednesday said. "It's about you being late to everything." She confessed. "I miss you, I wish you could spend a little more time with me, that's all. I just... I don't know."

Joel then pulled her in, and they met eachother's lips. "I'm sorry, Wednesday. I guess I'm just worried."

"Worried about what?" Wednesday asked.

"Worried about screwing up, worried I won't be able to love you right."

"Since when have I liked things that were right?" Wednesday asked.

"I just don't want it to be over if I screw up."

"If you screw up, you're human. And anyway, you already made your first mistake. And you've admitted you were wrong and that I was right. I'd say you're doing pretty well."

"How did I find you?" He asked.

Wednesday sighed. "Some people just get lucky."