Hopelessly Devoted To You

The Reception

Okay so I had finally found Rhonda and we made our way to the reception almost in silence. Yes, she was hot – not as hot as Quinn fucking Fabray – and it was kind of easy to talk to her, but my mind wasn't just there at the moment.

Once we arrived I couldn't help looking for a certain blonde without finding her. She said she was alone, so maybe she just left? Please, God tell me she didn't left. I don't know why was I so concerned since the last words she politely offered me where the ones that have hurt me the most in my life. I loved Quinn, okay? Maybe I didn't make it clear enough to her but I did. Finally Brittany and I had gotten into better terms and decided that we were better friends than lovers, so my heart threw itself into Quinn's chest after Mr Schue's failed wedding and stayed there ever since. If I had to be completely honest, it had never came back, but I was still very disappointed with Quinn. Even if I wanted to be as close to her as possible, maybe even inside her, the fact of her calling me a whore would not be something easy to forget.

That was why instead of keeping looking for her I had a drink with Rhonda and took her to the rest room to get all my sexual frustration out with a quickie. Fuck, Rhonda was good, but no one knew me better than Q. FUCK, I needed to get her out of my mind.

I have to say the food was delicious, and the happiness on everyone faces was kind of contagious, but maybe it had something to do with me having like four heavy drinks before eating anything. Yeah, maybe I was a bit tipsy, but most part of the evening went quite smoothly, and since I couldn't find Quinn, and assumed that she left, I almost stopped thinking about her.

Now was when the party was getting started. Of course all we the glee kids had to sing for the happy recently married couple, and for some reason I had been trusted enough to get the party started with a classic waltz for the happy-go-lucky pair. So there I went, tipsy as I was, and gave Mercedes and Sam the most beautiful waltz anyone could remember. I still had my talent, okay? Maybe I hadn't used it that much for the last five years, but it was still there.

I had to say Mercedes was looking really beautiful, and Sam was looking quite handsome himself, and watching them dancing like no one else mattered was making me emotional...again. Soon enough the rest of the people joined the couple and I let my eyes wander again through the room as I sang, only to catch Rhonda looking at me quite surprised and amazed at the same time – I had never sang in front of her, we used to keep our mouths busy with other stuff – but no sign of the blonde. Once I was done with my song, everyone hollered at me and I let my spot to Puck and the recent husband. Now it was my turn to start having fun, getting really drunk, dancing, and hopefully get laid by the end of the night.

"Woah, Tana, that was awesome. You never told me you sang that well" Rhonda said in awe, already handing me a drink that I downed almost like water before ordering another one.

"Yeah, I used to sing, it was kind of my dream, but then everything just screwed up" I shrugged. Maybe I shouldn't have been so open about that, but the alcohol was already taking over me. Thank God Rhonda didn't ask any further.

"Well, you do have an amazing voice, you shouldn't dismiss it. Just think about it" and she winked at me. All I could do was give her a sort of shy smile before sipping on my drink, not downing it this time. Maybe I wanted to get wasted, but not that fast, I wanted to enjoy a bit of the party, it was the least I could do.

When Rhonda and I finished our drinks, I grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the dance floor to dance with her. I wasn't going to dismiss the opportunity of getting laid that night – how come I always got laid after weddings? – and as I already stated, Rhonda was hot. Why did I have to convince myself of Rhonda's hot-ness? We had been fucking for a few weeks, of course she was hot damn it.