chapter sixty-seven:
❛ airport chaos ❜

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The bustling noise of the airport surrounded Arizona like a constant hum - the rolling of luggage wheels, the beeping of announcements, the chatter of travelers. But despite the chaos, all she could focus on was her family.

Her mom, Daniela, stood to her left, holding tightly onto Diego's small hand. Her little brother, barely eleven, was trying his best to look tough, though his teary eyes betrayed him. Next to them was her grandmother, Alba, with a stern but trembling expression. Arizona could see the worry etched into her face - the kind of worry that no reassuring words could seem to erase.

Arizona's heart twisted. This wasn't easy. None of it was.

"You don't have to do this," Alba's voice broke the tense silence. "I know it's an opportunity, mija, but what if you stayed? You're engaged now. Maybe it's time to think about building a home here."

Arizona stiffened. She'd expected this. The moment she told her family she was going to study abroad in Okinawa, Alba had been the most resistant. But hearing those words out loud - about her engagement - made her stomach twist.

"I have to go, Abuela," Arizona said softly, her voice cracking just enough to make Alba flinch. "This isn't about leaving anyone behind. It's about finding who I am, finding what I want for my future."

"But you're already building a future," Alba countered, her voice wavering. "You and Miguel-"

"I know," Arizona interrupted, her eyes flickering down to the silver ring on her finger. It was still new, still strange to feel its weight. "I love him. But this isn't about that. It's about me. I need to do this."

Alba's lip quivered as she reached for Arizona's hands, clasping them between her wrinkled palms. "And what if something happens? What if you're so far away, and you need us?"

"I'll be okay," Arizona whispered, squeezing her grandmother's hands. "And I'll call. Every day if you want. Besides, it's not forever."

Daniela stepped forward, offering a small, encouraging smile despite the evident sadness in her eyes. "Your abuela's just worried. We all are. But I'm proud of you, Arizona. I know this is what you've wanted."

Arizona nodded, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. "Thanks, Mom."

She turned to Diego next, who had remained unusually quiet. His lower lip jutted out in a pout, his dark eyes filled with tears he stubbornly refused to let fall.

"You can't go," Diego mumbled, his small voice barely audible. "Who's gonna watch Star Wars with me now?"

Arizona's heart broke. She crouched down to his level, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. "You can still call me, you know. We'll FaceTime, and we can watch it together. It'll be like I'm right there."

"It won't be the same." His voice cracked as he blinked rapidly, the tears finally spilling down his cheeks. "I don't want you to go."

Arizona pulled him into a tight hug, squeezing him as though that would somehow ease the ache. "I know, buddy. I'm gonna miss you so much. But you're gonna be okay. And hey, you'll be the man of the house now. You've got to keep Mom and Abuela in line."

Diego let out a small, watery laugh, though he clung to her tighter. "Promise you'll come back?"

"I promise," Arizona whispered, her voice breaking. "And I'll bring you something cool from Okinawa. Maybe even a samurai sword."

Diego sniffled, but a tiny grin tugged at his lips. "Okay. But not one of those plastic ones. A real one."

Arizona chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Deal."

As she stood back up, she found Daniela's gaze lingering on her with an emotion she couldn't quite place - a mixture of pride and sorrow.

"You really grew up," Daniela said, her voice trembling. "It feels like yesterday you were running around with scraped knees and making forts in the living room. Now you're-" She paused, her voice catching. "Now you're going across the world."

Arizona swallowed hard, tears burning her own eyes. "I'll come back."

"I know." Daniela pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her like she never wanted to let go. "Just... be safe. And don't forget that you're loved, no matter how far you go."

"I won't." Arizona's voice was barely above a whisper.

Alba cleared her throat, the tension still lingering in her expression. "And don't forget where you come from, niña. Okinawa may teach you many things, but your roots will always be here."

"I know, Abuela," Arizona nodded, though her chest tightened. "I'll carry that with me."

A distant voice crackled over the intercom, announcing the final boarding call for her flight. Arizona's stomach sank. It was time.

She gave one last glance at her family - her mother, her grandmother, her little brother - all standing there, watching her, holding onto these last moments. The weight of it all pressed against her chest, but beneath the sadness was something else. A sense of purpose.

With one final deep breath, she gave them a wavering smile. "I love you guys."

"We love you too," Daniela said softly.

"Always," Alba added.

Diego nodded, his tear-streaked face still solemn. "Come back soon."

"I will," Arizona promised.

And with that, she turned, the clack of her suitcase wheels echoing as she made her way through the bustling terminal. The ache of goodbye lingered, but as the gate came into view, a spark of determination lit within her.

Okinawa awaited. And so did whatever came next.

Arizona wiped her eyes as she made her way through the bustling terminal, the hum of the airport echoing around her. Her heart still ached from the goodbye she'd just endured, but there was no turning back now. With every step toward the gate, the reality of it all hit her harder - she was really doing this. She was leaving.

But she wasn't alone.

She spotted Sam almost immediately, standing near the gate with her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Sam's shoulders were trembling, her head slightly bowed, her long brown hair cascading around her face. Even from a distance, Arizona could see the redness in her eyes, the tear tracks still visible on her cheeks.

Arizona's chest tightened. She wasn't the only one struggling with this.

"Sam?" Arizona's voice was gentle as she approached, pulling her suitcase behind her.

Sam sniffled, quickly wiping her face as she looked up. "Oh, hey," she said, trying to smile through the obvious pain. "You made it."

"Barely," Arizona said with a weak chuckle, though the lump in her throat threatened to return. "Saying goodbye sucked."

"Yeah," Sam whispered, her voice breaking. "It really did."

Arizona stepped closer, her heart breaking for her friend. Sam's tear-filled eyes held so much - sadness, fear, maybe even a little regret. She'd just left behind her parents, her little brother Anthony, and the only life she'd ever known.

"You okay?" Arizona asked softly.

Sam shook her head, another tear slipping down her cheek. "No. Not really."

Without hesitation, Arizona pulled her into a tight hug. Sam collapsed against her, clutching onto her like she was the only thing keeping her upright. Arizona could feel her trembling, the weight of the moment crashing down on both of them.

"I said goodbye to Dad, Mom, and Anthony," Sam mumbled into Arizona's shoulder, her voice muffled. "Anthony wouldn't let go. He kept saying I was abandoning him. And Dad was trying so hard to be supportive, but I could see how much he didn't want me to go. Mom just kept crying. It was awful."

Arizona squeezed her tighter. "I get it. Diego was the same. He looked at me like I was the worst person in the world for leaving. And Abuela... she straight-up tried to guilt-trip me into staying."

Sam let out a shaky laugh through her tears. "Sounds like something she'd do."

"Yeah," Arizona nodded, her chin resting on top of Sam's head. "But they're going to be okay. And so are we."

Sam pulled back slightly, her eyes glistening. "How are you so sure?"

Arizona paused, considering the question. She wasn't sure, not entirely. The fear of the unknown gnawed at her, but there was something else beneath it - a feeling she'd clung to ever since she made the decision to go to Okinawa.

"I don't know," Arizona admitted, her voice soft. "But I think... I think sometimes we have to let go of the things we're scared to lose. It doesn't mean we're leaving them behind. It just means we're giving ourselves a chance to grow."

Sam stared at her, her brows furrowing. "That sounds like some zen-level stuff."

Arizona cracked a small smile. "Well, I am studying abroad in Okinawa. I figured I might as well start getting into the mindset." She placed a hand on her chest, dramatically closing her eyes. "Breathe in the wisdom, breathe out the doubt."

Sam snorted, shaking her head. "Okay, maybe not that zen."

Arizona grinned, glad she'd earned a laugh. But the warmth quickly faded as her thoughts drifted back to the sadness lingering in both of them. "It's gonna be hard," she continued, her voice gentle. "We're leaving so much behind. But we're also walking toward something new. And who knows? Maybe this is exactly what we need."

Sam nodded slowly, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I just wish it didn't hurt so much."

"I know," Arizona murmured. "But pain means we care. And that's not a bad thing. It means we're human."

For a moment, they stood there in silence, the weight of it all settling between them. People bustled past, announcements echoed overhead, and yet it felt like the world had paused just for them.

Then, with a shaky breath, Sam straightened her shoulders. "Okay. I'm done crying. No more sad tears. From here on out, it's all about adventure, right?"

Arizona nodded, a proud smile tugging at her lips. "Right. And hey, if we're ever feeling homesick, we'll have each other. Miyagi-Do girls in Okinawa."

Sam smirked. "Bonsai badasses."

"Exactly."

Just then, the final boarding call echoed through the terminal. Arizona felt her heart lurch, but instead of fear, she felt resolve. She reached out, squeezing Sam's hand.

"Ready?"

Sam took a breath. "Ready."

And together, they stepped forward, leaving the past behind and walking toward whatever awaited them.

The neon glow of the old diner sign buzzed softly against the darkening sky, casting a warm hue over the gravel parking lot. Inside, the scent of sizzling burgers and fries mixed with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The place had a comforting charm - the red vinyl booths, checkered floor tiles, and the hum of the jukebox playing some old rock tune.

But none of that seemed to brighten the mood at the corner booth, where two young men slumped over half-empty milkshakes and barely touched plates of fries.

Dylan stirred his chocolate shake aimlessly, the whipped cream having long since melted into the creamy drink. His glasses slid down his nose as he rested his chin in his hand, his curly hair sticking out in a disheveled mess. Across from him, Miguel tapped his fingers against the table, his own strawberry shake untouched. Every so often, he glanced at his phone like it might somehow deliver better news.

"It's only been an hour," Dylan groaned, breaking the silence.

Miguel let out a long sigh. "I know."

"They're probably still at the airport."

"Definitely still at the airport."

A heavy pause hung between them, followed by Dylan's dramatic flop against the booth seat. "This sucks."

Miguel nodded, running a hand through his dark hair. "Yep."

"They're not even gone yet, and I already feel like a widower."

Miguel gave him a look. "Dude. They're just studying abroad for the summer. They're not dead."

"I know, I know," Dylan mumbled, sitting up. "But it's like... they're gone. No more late-night movie marathons with Sam. No more hearing her talk about the latest true crime documentary like she's secretly a detective. And what am I supposed to do when I inevitably get roped into another Star Wars argument with Demetri? Sam was always my backup!"

Miguel smirked slightly. "Sounds rough."

"And you?" Dylan shot back. "Arizona's your fiancée. That's like - girlfriend on steroids."

Miguel shook his head, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, but I want this for her. She's wanted to study in Okinawa since we were kids. It's where Mr. Miyagi taught Daniel. It's kind of a big deal."

"But still..." Dylan gestured dramatically. "That's, like, an entire ocean away. A Pacific ocean. It's huge!"

Miguel chuckled under his breath, though the ache in his chest lingered. "Tell me about it." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Arizona was so excited. I didn't want to ruin that for her. But yeah. It sucks."

Dylan nodded solemnly. "Big time."

They both stared at their milkshakes in silence for a moment. The clatter of dishes and laughter from the other side of the diner only made the booth feel heavier, as if the whole world was happily moving on while they were stuck.

Then, like a lightning bolt, Dylan's eyes widened. His head shot up, and his milkshake nearly toppled as he smacked the table.

Miguel jumped, startled. "What the hell?"

"I got it!" Dylan's grin spread wide. "We go to Okinawa!"

Miguel blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Hear me out." Dylan adjusted his glasses, suddenly filled with manic energy. "Sam and Arizona are going to be adjusting to a whole new country, right? And they'll need support. Moral support. Who better than their incredibly thoughtful, loving, and not-at-all-clingy boyfriends?"

Miguel raised a brow. "You're suggesting we fly to Okinawa? Just like that?"

"Exactly!" Dylan pointed dramatically, as though it was the most brilliant idea he'd ever had. "It's perfect. We help them settle in. Give them a proper send-off. And hey, we get a little summer vacation out of it!"

Miguel hesitated, the idea absurd yet... strangely appealing. "I mean..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "It's not like I wouldn't love to see Arizona again. And I've always wanted to go to Okinawa."

"Exactly!" Dylan clapped. "You could show off all your Miyagi-Do knowledge like a total karate nerd. I'll probably trip over my own feet, but it'll be worth it!"

Miguel laughed, the tension in his chest easing. The thought of surprising Arizona - seeing the look on her face when she realized he was there - suddenly felt like the best idea he'd heard all day.

"We'd have to figure out flights," Miguel mused. "And our parents will probably think we're crazy."

"Pfft, details." Dylan waved dismissively. "We'll figure it out. I'm sure my mom will think it's adorable." He grinned. "Plus, I bet Sam will be thrilled. She's probably crying her eyes out right now."

Miguel's smile softened. "Yeah. And Arizona's probably trying to calm her down with one of her 'everything happens for a reason' speeches."

"Oh totally." Dylan nodded. "She's probably like, 'Embrace the temporary separation as a spiritual journey of growth.'"

Miguel chuckled. "That was scarily accurate."

"Thank you." Dylan tipped an imaginary hat. "So, we're doing this, right? Operation Okinawa?"

Miguel considered it for a moment, then grinned. "We're doing this."

They slapped their hands together in a victorious high-five, milkshakes forgotten. The sadness that had weighed them down seemed a little lighter now, replaced by excitement and anticipation.

"Guess I better start brushing up on my Japanese," Dylan quipped. "How do you say 'please don't judge my terrible pronunciation'?"

Miguel laughed. "Don't worry. I'll teach you. But first, we need plane tickets."

Dylan pulled out his phone, his fingers already flying across the screen. "On it. Okinawa, here we come!"

The bustling airport terminal was a chaotic sea of travelers, the hum of announcements echoing overhead and the wheels of suitcases clattering across the tiled floors. Miguel and Dylan pushed through the crowd, dodging families, businesspeople, and vacationers alike, their backpacks slung over their shoulders.

"Come on, dude, faster!" Dylan panted, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tried to keep up with Miguel.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" Miguel shot back, his voice laced with urgency. His heart pounded. Every step felt like a race against the clock.

The departure board had been glaring down at them just moments ago, flashing Final Boarding - Okinawa, Japan. Only a handful of minutes remained. If they didn't make it to the gate in time, the entire plan - Operation Okinawa - would crumble before it even began.

"Excuse us! Sorry!" Dylan called out, awkwardly weaving through a cluster of tourists wearing matching Hawaiian shirts. "Oh God, I just stepped on someone's foot. Sorry!"

Miguel barely noticed, his eyes locked on the glowing "International Departures" sign up ahead. "We're almost there!"

They skidded around a corner, arriving at the check-in desk. The digital sign above it read Flight 472 to Okinawa - Last Call. The ticket agent, a woman with a tight bun and a no-nonsense expression, stood behind the counter. And just beyond her, the automatic glass doors leading to TSA security stood ominously.

Miguel exhaled in relief. "We made it."

But before they could rush forward, two teenage girls bolted past them, practically slamming into the counter. One of them, a tall brunette with her hair in a sleek ponytail, was already mid-argument. Her friend, a girl with pink streaks in her blonde hair, stood beside her, arms crossed impatiently.

"We've been trying to get these tickets online all morning!" Ponytail Girl whined dramatically. "It kept glitching!"

"Yeah, and we literally had them in our cart!" Pink Streaks chimed in. "It's not our fault the app sucks!"

The ticket agent's neutral expression didn't budge. "There are only two tickets left."

Miguel's stomach dropped. Dylan's jaw did too.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Dylan sputtered, stepping forward. "We need those tickets!"

Miguel nodded firmly. "We've been rushing to get here! Our girlfriends are already on that flight."

"Oh, how romantic," Ponytail Girl drawled sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Guess what? My best friend and I are about to have a whole summer of 'girlbossing' in Okinawa, so if anyone deserves those tickets, it's us."

"Girlbossing?" Dylan blinked. "You're using that unironically?"

Pink Streaks glared at him. "And you're, what, some lovesick puppy? Boo-hoo, your girlfriend's gone for a few weeks."

"It's a whole summer!" Dylan exclaimed.

Miguel clenched his jaw, trying to stay calm. "We're not trying to argue, we just-"

"Oh, but we are," Ponytail Girl interrupted, her smirk widening. "Because we were here first. First come, first served."

"The hell you were!" Dylan shot back, his voice rising. "We were literally running to get here!"

Pink Streaks scoffed. "Well, running didn't get you here first, did it?"

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, frustration boiling over. "Look, we're not trying to ruin your summer, but this is important to us. They're our girlfriends. We just want to see them off and help them settle in."

"Aww," Ponytail Girl mocked. "And what if you don't get the tickets? You're gonna cry? Maybe call your little girlfriends and beg them to come home?"

"Oh my god, are you twelve?" Dylan threw his hands up. "And why are you acting like you're in a teen drama? Nobody cares that much about a 'girlboss summer.'"

"Okay, enough!" The ticket agent's sharp voice cut through the air. "I'm not going to listen to another second of this."

Miguel held his breath, every muscle tensed. Dylan shot him a panicked glance.

"I'm issuing the tickets to the next people who are prepared to pay." The agent's gaze flicked between the four of them. "No more arguments. Just cards out, now."

Miguel's hands shot to his pocket. Dylan scrambled to grab his wallet. Ponytail Girl and Pink Streaks fumbled through their designer purses.

But Miguel was faster.

"I got it!" He slammed his card on the counter, breathless. "Two tickets. Please."

The agent nodded and began typing swiftly on her computer. "You're lucky."

"Oh my god," Dylan whispered in relief. "Oh my god, we did it."

"No!" Ponytail Girl screeched. "This is so unfair!"

"Cry about it," Dylan deadpanned.

"Yeah, maybe girlboss your way through that disappointment," Miguel added with a smirk.

The two girls fumed, but there was nothing left to argue. The ticket agent handed Miguel the boarding passes. "Gate 24. You better hurry."

Miguel grinned. "Thank you!"

Grabbing Dylan by the arm, he sprinted toward security. The girls' angry voices faded behind them, and all that remained was the pounding of their footsteps and the distant echo of a final boarding announcement.

"Passengers for Flight 472 to Okinawa, please proceed to your gate immediately."

"Okay, okay!" Dylan wheezed, struggling to keep up. "This is like a bad action movie!"

Miguel didn't slow down. "You wanted this plan, dude!"

"Yeah, but I didn't want to die before we even made it!"

They stumbled into the security line, breathless, hearts racing. "IDs and boarding passes!" the TSA officer barked.

Miguel handed over the papers, bouncing anxiously on his feet as the officer examined them. Dylan, meanwhile, was practically doubled over, panting.

"We're so close," Miguel whispered. "Just gotta make it through."

The officer finally nodded and waved them through. "Next!"

They bolted toward the conveyor belts, hurriedly throwing their shoes and bags into the bins. Dylan fumbled with his belt, nearly sending it flying before it clattered onto the tray. Miguel shoved his phone into the plastic bin and sprinted barefoot through the scanner.

"Clear!"

"Come on, Dylan!"

Dylan scrambled through, arms flailing. "I swear to God, I'm never running again!"

But Miguel didn't wait. He grabbed his shoes, shoving them on without tying them. Dylan did the same, and together they dashed toward Gate 24, ignoring the stares of bewildered passengers.

Just as they rounded the final corner, the gate agent was preparing to close the door.

"Wait!" Miguel shouted. "We're here!"

The woman raised an eyebrow, glancing at their flushed faces and untied shoes. But she checked their passes and nodded. "You're lucky."

"Story of our day," Dylan gasped.

The cabin was bustling with the chatter of passengers finding their seats, flight attendants assisting, and the occasional hum of the engines in the background. Miguel and Dylan stumbled down the narrow aisle, still catching their breath from the mad dash through the airport. Miguel's hair was slightly disheveled, his chest rising and falling with every breath. Dylan's shirt clung to him, evidence of the unnecessary cardio they had just endured.

"Seats... where are the seats?" Dylan wheezed, clutching his side. "I think I have a cramp. I'm too young for a cramp."

Miguel ignored him, scanning the rows. "There! Row 18."

And there they were.

Arizona and Sam were settled into their seats, side by side, laughing over something on Sam's phone. Arizona had her headphones resting around her neck, and Sam was still dabbing at her eyes with a crumpled tissue. The remnants of their emotional goodbyes were still visible, but they were visibly calmer now.

Until they saw Miguel and Dylan.

Miguel grinned, his dimples flashing as he reached their row. "Surprise!"

Arizona blinked in disbelief. "What the-Miguel? Dylan?!"

"Yup," Miguel said proudly, dropping his backpack into the overhead compartment. "Reporting for duty."

Dylan wiggled his fingers in an awkward wave. "Heyyyyy."

Sam's jaw fell open, her puffy eyes widening. "What are you guys doing here?"

Miguel plopped down in the aisle seat next to Arizona while Dylan took the spot next to Sam, both of them still catching their breath. Miguel leaned back, a victorious smirk plastered across his face.

"Well, we couldn't exactly let you two fly off to Okinawa without backup," Miguel said, trying to sound casual. "So we decided to tag along."

"Tag along?" Arizona repeated, still looking stunned. "Miguel-what?"

"Yup," Dylan cut in, finally getting his breathing under control. "We figured you might need a little extra support. You know, moral support, emotional support, snack-fetching support." He paused, glancing around dramatically. "Also, I heard the food on international flights is questionable. I brought granola bars."

Arizona's eyes narrowed, though there was a small amused smile tugging at her lips. "You're telling me you two went through all that trouble just to help us 'settle in'?"

Miguel grinned, his dark eyes sparkling. "Exactly."

Sam shook her head, still trying to process it all. "But... how? When did you decide this? You didn't even say anything!"

"An hour ago," Dylan admitted. "We were in a diner, sulking like a couple of lovesick losers."

"Speak for yourself," Miguel shot back. "I was brooding. There's a difference."

"Sure, bud," Dylan teased. "But then I had a lightbulb moment - the grand idea. I said, 'Why don't we go to Okinawa too?' And Miguel was on board immediately."

Arizona couldn't help but laugh softly. "You guys are insane."

"And you love us for it," Miguel replied with a smug grin.

She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks were pink, and there was no hiding the affection in her gaze. "Maybe a little."

Sam, on the other hand, was still blinking in disbelief. "But what about-your stuff? You didn't pack anything!"

"We'll figure it out," Miguel said with a shrug. "You're talking to two guys who've survived crazy road trips, karate fights, and teenage drama. A lack of luggage is nothing."

Dylan nodded. "Besides, we packed our essentials."

"Which is?" Sam asked.

Dylan tapped his pocket. "Granola bars. And-" He dramatically pulled a portable phone charger from his backpack. "A full battery for our phones. Boom. Essentials."

Sam groaned but laughed despite herself. "Oh my God, you two are impossible."

"But endearing," Miguel pointed out, nudging Arizona with his elbow.

She snorted. "Fine. Endearing. But this is still crazy."

"And romantic," Dylan added, leaning into his seat dramatically. "Like a rom-com. Except with slightly more airport drama and less Ryan Gosling."

The girls laughed, their previous sadness momentarily forgotten.

Miguel reached over, taking Arizona's hand in his own. "Look, we just wanted to be here for you. It's a big adventure - studying abroad, living in a new country. You shouldn't have to do it alone."

Arizona's fingers curled around his, warmth spreading through her chest. She could feel the sincerity in his words, and it made her heart ache in the best way. "You're the best," she murmured, squeezing his hand.

"I know." Miguel grinned, winking playfully.

Next to them, Sam leaned her head against Dylan's shoulder, finally letting herself relax. "Okay. I'll admit it. I'm glad you guys are here."

"Thank you," Dylan said with a dramatic sigh. "Finally, some appreciation."

"And hey," Miguel added, "if we embarrass you too much, you can just tell people we're your awkward American cousins who got lost on the way to a baseball game."

Arizona giggled. "You? Awkward? Never."

The four of them settled into the seats as the cabin doors closed, the hum of the engines growing louder. Miguel gave Arizona's hand another reassuring squeeze.

"Next stop," he whispered softly, his voice filled with anticipation. "Okinawa."

Arizona smiled, her heart full. They weren't alone in this. Not even close.

ASH SPEAKS!!!

and noooo this is still not the end!!! i've got some more ideas for post-cobra kai!!

until you see "completed" in title and the end chapter, then we're done!

BUT we're no where close to that!

i'm going to have at least 2 or 3 chapters of them in okinawa

then 1 chapter of arizona and miguel planning for their wedding

then another chapter of the balchor/balchorette party

then another chapter of their wedding

then a chapter of their future self with kids

THEN after that we have a few (could be just 1 not sure how many for this one) of season 1! i haven't written season 1 mig and arizona so these will be bonus chapters of what happened in season 1(not every episode, maybe one or two. not sure yet)

THEN that's the end! so we still have a lot more time :)

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