Preston Calvert: 

“There are a lot of way hot pictures of my wife, but the most beautiful has got to be after our first night together. It wasn’t the first night we boned, but just the first time we fell asleep together and woke up together and….I felt like maybe it was the first time that we could maybe be in love. Plus, she looks gorgeous. And it’s not like I could pick a favorite picture without me in it.”

Rachel Berry

“I’m the luckiest girl I know. Not everyone can get someone beautiful and wonderful to love them forever, especially not someone as problematic as me. While I am talented and worthwhile, I also know I can be a handful. My fathers aren’t shy about saying so. However, I suppose it just took more than two hands to care for me. It’s not fair that, while the world has such a short supply of perfect people, I took two. Then again, I’ve always been selfish, so it’s not like it’s a huge surprise. When they sent me a joint selfie from behind the scenes of my first show, I knew I was in love. I’m just glad I have enough for both of them, because they deserve the world.”

Mike Chang [of UT because why not]

“I knew moving in together was a great idea. Our first night together and she’s already providing me with pictures perfect for my Instagram. Fun, cute, and all in my face - it’s the perfect summation of Sugar. I wonder what else living together will bring. Only good, I’m sure.”

Carter Ashford

“Char’s the coolest girl I know while also still being a total downer about everything. It’s like we can’t spend a whole weekend without studying or thinking about our future or fighting good versus evil style. Everyone knows she’s serious, but it’s kind of bomb that she lets me see her more relaxed and chill. That also happens to be when she’s at the peak of her hot.”

Mike Chang [aka Hades]

“My queen of the underworld has always been the light of my existence. Even here and now, when she’d rather be behind the camera than in front of it, she shines. Effervesces. And when shes’ around flowers, that’s when you can really see her glow.”

Mason McCarthy

“Gosh. I have a million pics of Madison that I love! One of the many fringe benefits of living together all our lives, you know. Literally. The one I’m loving the most lately though is the one she Instagrammed after the wedding. It was ridiculous amounts of fun. We love going to weddings and I couldn’t have asked for a better-coordinated date. We even got to show off our prized sibling-dance routine! But the best part is how much fun she was having. I always love Mads, but I love her the most when she’s smiling, because that’s when we look alike the most.” 

Mike Chang, producer of iBritt

“Every time Santana smiles in a photograph, she beats me up seconds after it’s taken. Seriously. It’s like a science. Even when we first started iBritt and I was barely anyone to her. Still, it’s impossible to deny the camera loves her. Always has, always will. Anyway, this is the first shot I ever got of her where she was genuinely smiling. Not I-will-kill-you-in-your-sleep smiling, or even I’m-tolerating-you-but-as-soon-as-we’re-alone-I’m-going-to-pummel-you, but a real, sincere, you’re-kind-of-alright-Chang smile. And I’m proud to say I got that first moment on film, forever.”

Mike Chang [of Honeybee]

“Caught the bae sleeping. But seriously, this is the only photo I have of her that isn’t posed while her giving me those Fabray eyes. It’s just a girl who waited in the seats until my final audition was finally done. Before, that much dedication might have freaked me out, but now? I don’t know. It’s nice to know she cares. And since I took this pic, I guess I care too.”

Evangeline had grown to be the best part of Preston’s day. She was vivacious and interesting and she kept him on his toes, and after a while, he felt less hate from her and more…acceptance? Whatever he’d felt, he liked it, and was actually looking forward to their wedding for less selfish reasons.

But then her dad got sick and her face when she realized she really was stuck in his house broke his heart. Go, he’d told her. Go back to your dad, to your life. You can always call me if you want to but….go. He needs you more now.

Preston wasn’t totally sure it was true. Who could need Evangeline more than he did? She made him feel human and healthy for the first time in a long time. And now he was alone, again.

He woke up way past noon, his tank sweated through and the bags under his eyes more pronounced than ever. Preston had to push himself out of his room in the West Wing and slug down the hallway down the stairs and to the dining room. He chewed his way through a tasteless meal and slumped back upstairs, pausing by Evangeline’s old wing. Even though he knew it would hurt, he walked into her old room.

It was almost exactly how it looked before she moved in. The bed was neat, the closet was empty….obviously his staff had been more than accommodating in getting her out. 

Some creepy part of Preston had been hoping she’d left something behind to remember her by. His heart sank when he realized she hadn’t.

He hurried back to his room, ready to bury himself under a bunch of blankets and Netflix all day, avoiding his father, when he saw an envelope by his door that he’d missed on the way out. It had his name on it in what was Evangeline’s distinct script.

Snatching it up, Preston wasted no time in opening the letter, scanning it hopefully. 

It was a goodbye letter.

The fact that she’d written him a goodbye letter at all filled him with hope, because the Evangeline that had entered the mansion certainly would never have left him a note, unless it was a law suit or a drawing of a middle finger.

But this was different. This was…nice, kind of. Reminiscing, kind of. And reading it was validation that she hadn’t totally hated him by the end of it. She saw him as a friend, and that word made his heart pound. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten this smart girl to care about him in any way. It was kind of amazing.

This was the last time he’d hear from her, probably. The thought made him feel shaky and a teardrop fell from his face and down onto the ink. Hurriedly, he put the letter aside. He didn’t want to ruin it. 

"Nothing can defeat the penis!"

The king cringed at his wife's rude language, holding up a hand to calm her. "Please excuse my queen," King Mike II tried. "She has an unfortunate compulsion to yell out sentences. If we may?" He guided her out of the room, turning agitated but amused the second the door closed behind them. "Can you please find a more diplomatic way to call out misogyny in the kingdom? Because if you continue to speak that way, that's how they're going to remember you. They'll call you the Penis Queen, and that'll be very confusing for the history books."

"I think I'm kinda gay."

"Not exactly the romantic proclamation I was expecting," Rachel teased, reaching a hand out to touch Quinn's. "But you could be wrong. It could just be the imprinting telling you that you care about me more than anyone else. Aside from Mike, that is. It doesn't have to mean that you love me or see me in any other way....unless you do?" That last bit came out more hopeful than Rachel meant for it to and her wide brown eyes filled with panic as she realized that she didn't need Quinn to be her best friend anymore; she needed someone to love. 

"She irons her jeans! She's evil!"

Mike bit back a laugh, hating himself for thinking that was funny. Then again, he had just been betrayed by his best friend; was it so wrong to seek comfort from his worst enemy? "Rachel does iron her jeans, doesn't she?" he laughed, shaking his head. "When she bothers to wear them, I mean. Instead of rocking those weird tights and skirts that make her look like she's stealing clothes from my grandmother." He paused, looking over at Quinn. "I can't insult her any more, no matter how mad I am. Can you keep going for me?"

"That isn't drool, is it?"

"Uhh..." he lifted their pink-wearing daughter and eyed the front of her onesie with disdain. "That definitely isn't drool. Or if it was, it isn't anymore." Mike could feel his stomach churning at the texture and the smell of whatever was beginning to crust on the front of Gigi's outfit. "Ugh. Can you change her, Nugget?" He turned to look for Sugar but she was out of sight. "Typical," he muttered, turning back to his daughter with a sigh. "Make sure you remember that I'm the one who changed you when you get older and only have enough money to send only one of us to a nursing home, Geeg."