Happiness [Book 2]

Chapter 52 - Beautiful

I was still sitting in the chair, and at least every Glee club member had sung. I'd probably been there for an hour, and I'd seen Travis on the dance floor multiple times, but I looked away as soon as I saw him. 

"Hey, Marley," Finn said, leaning on my chair.

"Hi, where's Rachel?" I asked, looking up at him.

"She's in the bathroom, and she takes forever in the bathroom." Finn sighed with a laugh. I laughed quietly and put my head down. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah. I'm just not in the party mood." I shrugged.

"Are you sure? Is it Ryder troubles?" Finn said.

I shook my head. "No, I'm just thinking." I sighed.

"What about?" 

"Stuff." I sighed, pulling my hair away from my face. Finn nodded and sat in the seat next to me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Finn asked.

"Are you my like, th-"

Finn cut me off. "No, I've just been helping you with your Ryder troubles and I want to help you with other stuff. I don't want Ryder coming back here and he's piled up with problems from you."

I chuckled and shook my head. "It's nothing, Finn, honestly." 

"Okay, well, you're dancing." He said, pulling me out of my seat by the arm and pushing me to the dance floor. 

I looked around for Angie and Jake, but I couldn't find them anywhere.. until I spotted them on stage, fiddling with their microphones. I pushed my way through the dancing crowd and walked to the front, watching them begin singing... to each other.

Angie:

You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face

And show the world all the love in your heart

Jake:

Then people gonna treat you better

You're gonna find, yes, you will

That you're beautiful as you feel

Angie:

Waiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowing

I've got nothing to do but watch the passers-by

Mirrored in their faces I see frustration growing

And they don't see it showing, why do I?

Both:

You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face

And show the world all the love in your heart

Then people gonna treat you better

You're gonna find, yes, you will

That you're beautiful as you feel

Jake:

I have often asked myself the reason for sadness

Jake reached across and placed his hand on Angie's shoulders, and I saw the smile visibly grow on his face. Angie blushed and looked down to the ground, singing directly to Kitty - who was dancing with Artie.

Angie:

In a world where tears are just a lullaby

Jake:

If there's any answer, maybe love can end the madness

Maybe not, oh, but we can only try

Both:

You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face

And show the world all the love in your heart

Then people gonna treat you better

You're gonna find, yes, you will

That you're beautiful as you feel  

They ended their song with a smile and their eyes staring into each other's. They were pulled out of their trance by the crowd. They ran down the steps, handing the microphones to the next people along and to the dance floor, running up to me.

"I love that song." Angie smiled, stopping in front of me.

"Carole King's a good song writer." I grinned at her, before Jake dragged her away, mumbling about getting a drink.

I stood there for a moment before Travis tapped on my shoulder. "Hey, do you want to dance?" He asked with a smile. I stared at spot on the ground and shrugged. "Please?" He said with a smile. 

I sighed and shook my head, walking back to my seat. I fell down in it and took another sip of my drink, staring at the dance floor again. 

"Hey," Santana said, sitting down next to me.

"Hi." I smiled over at her.

"Are you okay? You've been sitting here a while." 

"I'm fine." I smiled. "You're not the first person to ask me that. I don't want deja vu." I looked over at Santana, flipping my hair over my shoulder and running my fingers through the curls.

"Well," Santana laughed. "Why aren't you dancing?"

I shrugged, resting my head on my arm. "I don't feel well, can I just be left alone for a bit?" I whispered.

"Nope." Santana said with a hint of sass, tucking the chair under the table. "No one should sit alone at a wedding. I'm going to keep you company." 

"Shouldn't you be dancing?" I asked her, watching her pick her bright red nails. She looked at them with such care, and I couldn't help but wish I looked that beautiful while doing something so... sassy.

Santana shook her head. "No point, not without Brittany S. Pierce..." Santana frowned at the dance floor before shaking her wild dark hair. "So, how's Ryder?" She asked with a sudden smile.

"Good. He came down here for Christmas and we hung out." I laughed, playing with the tablecloth.

"Like hung out, or 'hung out'?" She said quietly, raising her eyebrows.

"Both." I whispered with all seriousness.

"Marley Rose!" Santana screamed, shock taking over her face.

I smirked at her and flicked my hair, before I heard talking about a solo. I looked to the stage to see Travis standing there, adjusting the microphone. He caught my eyes and a grin was put across his face. 

"Do you think he's going to sing to someone?" Santana asked.

I nodded at her. "Probably."

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Song: Beautiful by Carole King