The past few weeks have gone smoothly, thankfully. Detention went by quickly, Allison and Mom are getting along as good as ever, Quinn told me I was her "best friend," and Kurt has gotten no trouble from bullies!
This made me especially ecstatic because Karofsky wasn't the only day-to-day bully; there was Azimo and Jackson and Sean and Michael and I could probably list a few more. Basically everyone on the football team discounting glee club members bullied Kurt.
This meant one thing and one thing only: I scared them. Me, little Maya Callisto, a girl, scared big brawny football players. This fact deeply satisfied me.
So it was a great few weeks.
It was now a beautiful Saturday at the end of November, and I was at a church venue for Burt and Carol's wedding. I was helping Carol with her makeup because apparently I'm "the best they can do." Is that like some backhanded compliment? And I thought makeup was Kurt's forte.
Honestly, I think Carol didn't care much about her makeup and didn't want to spend extra money on it.
But it's fine. It was a short-notice wedding; since Burt had had a heart attack, he'd wanted to really live life as if there were no tomorrow, and I fully supported this sentiment.
So the glee club was doing the music and I was doing the bride's makeup.
I finished Carol's makeup after about an hour, wanting to take my time with it. I was grateful she had short hair, because there was no way they were getting me to do that. I never really style my hair, just straighten or curl it. So I would've failed at that.
"Thank you honey," Carol told me. She was completely dressed and ready to be wed, and we had a spare hour and a half until it started. I was glad that I wouldn't have to rush to get myself ready.
I went to a dressing room to get dressed. I slipped on my red v-neck dress and gold heels, then - just because Quinn was right there and wasn't busy - asked her to do my hair. Also because I couldn't do some intricate half-up hairstyle by myself.
I sat down at the mirror and she stood behind me. They'd told us to wear our hair up somehow, and I told Quinn to do whatever she felt like. All I knew is I felt her braiding some of my hair.
After a few minutes of silence, she tied the braid at the end. She gave me a hand mirror to look at it in, and I loved it.
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"Thanks, Quinn, it's perfect."
She paused, carefully thinking over her words, before replying, "You look stunning."
We looked at each other in the large mirror in front of us. I didn't think over my words when I said, "And you look gorgeous." Maybe she just meant my hair, and maybe I was supposed to say a simple 'thanks,' but I didn't.
We stayed still for a few seconds, contemplating what we'd said, before she broke the spell, touching up my hair with a comb and saying we should help finish setting up. We only had an hour left to prepare. I redid some of my makeup in the mirror, before going out and helping with whatever was left to be done.
