The Way We Were

The Way We Say It

"I think this is going to lead to disaster." Mercedes sang as she looked over place settings.

"Mercy, please." Kurt begged. "I asked you over to help me plan my father's wedding to Finn's mom because you just got married. I don't want to hear any incriminations."

"I'm just saying. You've seen Blaine nearly every day for the past two weeks and you haven't spoken a word to Dave."

"He's the one who won't return my phone calls." Kurt sniffed bitterly.

"If I know anything from Marcy and Mal, it's that not talking is not good."

"Well talk to him. I'm willing and able to talk."

Mercedes sighed. "What about ivory?"

W.W.W.

Jude threw a ball at Marcy. "I don't really think being in pain is good but your game has gotten better."

"Lacrosse is the game for the furied." Marcy threw the ball back with her stick. They were working on passing before practice.

"You're killing it, brah."

"I hope so. I haven't been feeling well lately."

"Since October?" He lifted a brow.

She threw the ball back hard. "I don't want to talk about it."

"You need to talk about it with somebody, dudette. You have sad eyes again. Like when I first met you."

She caught the ball with her hand.

"He makes you happy."

"Even if I were to forgive him, how would I ever trust him again?"

He shrugged. "Maybe you can have an open marriage? My parents cheat all the time but they never talk about divorce."

"Your parents are awful people never to be emulated." She spat.

"I'm just saying. It might work." He shrugged.

She walked over to the bleachers and sat down.

He sat next to her and pulled her into a one armed hug. "It'll be okay."

She allowed one tear to escape.

Someone touched her cheek and she started. This someone held a tissue up to her face. "I don't mean to bother you but I don't believe a beautiful woman should cry."

She jerked back. Who was this guy?

"My name's Luke." He held out a hand.

She eyed him and his hand but he held firm. Eventually she reached for his hand.

He grasped her hand lightly and brought it up to his mouth to kiss. "You're the one they call Monster, right?"

She nodded slowly. "My name is Marceline Anne."

"It's a beautiful name. For such a stunning girl."

Okay, dial it back. She rolled her eyes. "You don't have to work so hard."

"Sorry. I'm not really good with girls."

She took her hand back. "Are you better with boys?"

His brow furrowed. "Uh... no?"

"Shouldn't you know?"

"I do. I'm not. I like girls." Luke was flustered.

She smirked. "Well this girl is married."

"I know. I heard." He stuck his hands in his pockets. "I also heard what he did. And with Eliza Parker of all girls."

"Not a fan?" She raised a brow.