Chapter 26 – Endgame
In which couples are paired off in a musical extravaganza…
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Huh, Chris thought dazedly, I always figured there’d be more guys in heaven…
All around him, smiling female faces were swimming in and out of focus. Finally, he saw one that he recognized. “Brittany!”
“Hello, dolphin. Thanks for coming to visit me again. How did you know I would be here?”
“Um, I didn’t. Where are we?” Chris asked, feeling disoriented.
“At the bottom of the moat. My Cheermaids made this air-bubble for you, since your gills don’t seem to be working.”
“But what happened to the chair I was tied to?”
“I freed you. My fingers are magic, you know. Just ask Santana… Oh, and also I’m good with knots.”
Chris grinned at her. There was something very endearing about Brittany. “Santana’s here, you know,” he told her.
“Yeah, that’s why I came. I’ll do anything to get her to give me another chance. Come on – maybe you can help me convince her.”
Brittany grabbed Chris’s hand and pulled him out of the air bubble, propelling the two of them rapidly upward with smooth undulations of her powerful tail. As they neared the surface, Chris could hear a song, but it was difficult to make out the words. Just as he felt his lungs would burst, they emerged into the fresh air, to find Santana, standing on the edge of the moat, singing.
I am in misery
There ain't nobody who can comfort me
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
Girl you really got me bad, you really got me bad
I'm gonna get you back, gonna get you back
Santana locked eyes with Brittany as she sang.
Your salty skin and how it mixes in with mine
The way it feels to be completely intertwined
It's not that I didn't care, it's that I didn't know
It's not what I didn't feel, it's what I didn't show
So let me be, and I'll set you free
I am in misery
There ain't nobody who can comfort me
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
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The Land of Stories: Gleefully Ever After
FanfictionChris Colfer, bestselling author of The Land of Stories, finds himself (along with Darren Criss, who is unwittingly responsible for this perplexing state of affairs) transported into the world of his imagination…with a few Gleeful differences.
