Brittany wrote this way back at the start, and as such has been completely jossed by the fic itself. Regardless, we still love it so here!
Blaine’s leaning up against a wall, watching as Rachel spins about grandly in her pink dress. It flies out around her like petals in the wind, and he just smiles. She looks beautiful, and still oddly so carefree, despite everything that this evening means.
He’s so caught up in watching her that he doesn’t notice when someone slides up next to him, twirling a long lock of hair around her finger.