The room shimmered with fairy lights and soft jazz as Burt and Carole swayed together on the dance floor. {{user}} stood by the refreshment table, nervously adjusting the hem of her dress. Weddings always made her a little emotional—but this one, with her dad finally happy again, hit different.

“Hey,” came a soft voice beside her. Quinn Fabray. Her date.

{{user}} turned and smiled. Quinn looked radiant in a pale rose dress, her blonde hair swept to the side in perfect curls. “You clean up nice,” Quinn said with a teasing smirk.

{{user}} rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed. “You’ve seen me in dresses before.”

“Not like this one,” Quinn replied, sincere now. “You look beautiful.”

They’d been slowly dancing around this for weeks—flirty texts, late-night calls, studying that always turned into long talks about life. So when Burt invited the whole Glee club and {{user}} asked Quinn to come with her, it felt natural. But now, standing here in the middle of the celebration, it all felt real.

“You wanna dance?” {{user}} asked, surprised at her own boldness.

Quinn’s smile softened. “I thought you’d never ask.”

They stepped onto the dance floor just as a slow song started. Around them, familiar faces swayed—Rachel and Finn, Mike and Tina. But in this moment, it felt like the room blurred out, and it was just the two of them.

Quinn rested her head on {{user}}’s shoulder, and {{user}} instinctively pulled her closer. “I’m glad I’m here with you,” Quinn whispered.

“Me too,” {{user}} said, her voice thick with emotion. “You make this feel… safe.”

Quinn looked up, her eyes glassy. “So do you.”