Chapter 20: A Brazilian Night

Louisa would never admit it out loud; but hanging out at Kurt and Blaine's place was one of the most relaxing activities she knew. Kurt was preparing one of his famous soufflés for their dinner, Satine was rounding his feet waiting that he'd drop anything and Blaine was surfing the web on his tablet. Lou just stretched on the couch enjoying her cousin's hums coming from the kitchen and not thinking of anything in particular. Blaine's voice was what caught her attention:

"Kurt, did you know it´s Prom week at McKinley?"

Kurt's voice answered him from the kitchen:

"Really? How do you know?"

"I'm reading Marley's blog post about Prom dress hunting. She's a lovely girl, but still so insecure..."

Kurt appeared in the living room wearing an apron and licking something out of his finger:

"You know, she was one of my favorites from the new Glee club. She always had a smile on her lips and nice words to say."

Blaine smiled:

"That pretty much sums her up... Although Kitty changed a lot during my senior year. She began the year being mean to whatever moved, but she was the one lending her dress to Tina at our senior Prom..."

Kurt sat by his side and got a look at the tablet screen:

"I still can't forgive myself for not being able to escort you to your senior Prom. It would have been nice to have a night just to relax. I mean; if we didn't get much involved in the Tina accident. Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever have a quiet celebration together."

Louisa spoke absentmindedly, reminding the others that she was still on the room:

"Prom is something that always intrigued me."

Blaine looked puzzled at her:

"How so?"

"It's like you always make a big deal out of it; I mean, in the movies and everything. But you've got to go at least twice to it and I never really understood which one do you really call Prom and why all the fuss around corsages, dresses, dinner, inviting dates, hotel room. I think it would be a nightmare if I had to attend one..."

Blaine adjusted himself on the couch as he inquired her:

"What do you mean? There are no Proms in Brazil?"

"No. We have a High School graduation party but it's more like a regular party. There aren't that many rules and it´s more about celebrating with your friends that you've finished a cycle with. Anyhow, it's not even that big of a deal because almost no one moves cities to go to college and you'll keep in touch with the people that really matter. I didn't go to my graduation party and I don't regret it."

It was Kurt's turn to look at her alarmed:

"You never attended a big event with the people you went to High School with?"

She shrugged:

"Why the surprise, pumpkin? You always knew I never had a Prom. Some of my friends had big debutant parties that I went too and all the people in our year were invited. I was always more of a wallflower and I never cared. That's why it wasn't a big deal when mom couldn't afford to pay for me to attend the graduation party. I took my diploma at the ceremony at school and we had a family dinner in a nice place after."

Blaine looked in the verge of tears:

"But Lou, Prom is also about a magical night when a guy will make you feel like a princess."

She chuckled:

"Although I'm used to hanging out with a hobbit; I've stopped believing in fairy-tales a long time ago."

Kurt and Blaine exchanged a look that was beginning to mean something to Louisa too. She already knew them too well to understand they were up to something.

"Oh, no. Absolutely not! You two are not going to fly me at the end of term to Ohio just so I can go to a stupid High School Prom with a gay date. I mean; I love you two and everything but you'll have to agree none of you are my ideal Prince Charming."

They were both maliciously smirking as they made their way closer to her.

"You see, dear cousin; we were not planning on sending you to Ohio. You deserve a New York Prom and that's all you can know by now."

Blaine chuckled right by her ear:

"Besides, you're screwed, my darling: you just confessed you also loved me and I'm never letting it go."

They both attacked-kissed her cheeks and she resigned to sighing and rolling her eyes: there was absolutely no way she could escape those two and win that one.

xXxXx

"Brody, I know you've given up all your romantic intentions towards me but you'll love me like never before once you've learned what I've got to say."

Brody smiled at his Drama Queen friend but he wasn't really caught by Rachel's enthusiasm. Good thing she didn't exactly need an audience to go on with her show:

"It's simply your golden opportunity to get back with Louisa."

"Only if you were right..."

She grabbed his arm dearly but a little disappointed:

"The Brody I know never gave up that easily."

He tried a smile towards the girl:

"I'm just tired. She keeps repeating that it's not me, it's her; but I don't think I can get dumped once again."

Rachel sighed giving up on whatever scheme she had to announce her news and putting a pamphlet in front of him.

"What's that, Rach?"

She smirked at his more positive response:

"Kurt and Blaine learned that Louisa had never attended a Prom and decided to throw her a Prom-like party. Blaine arranged everything at Callbacks and it´s called A Brazilian Night because there will be Brazilian food and the karaoke will be of Brazilian songs or Brazilian influenced songs. What do you say now? Why aren't you running out of here to go ask her as your date?"

Brody shook his head at his friend while a plan was forming in his head:

"If I simply asked her; she'd drop me. But this could be the perfect opportunity to woo her. I'm thinking of something that might just be what will get to surprise her."

"Do tell!"

He chuckled seeing his friend was really up to help him at whatever cost:

"I can't tell you here. But you could help me. Would you follow me to my room?"

"Sure."

Rachel reached for her bag but she was far too slow for his new found enthusiasm. He urged her up, grabbed her hand and ran towards his room. They ran into someone and he saw it wasn't his lucky day because it was Louisa and she didn't liked what she saw.

"Louisa! I'm so sorry."

She ignored the hand he had stretched to help her:

"It's okay, Brody. Good morning, Rachel."

Rachel just nodded. Louisa kept staring between the two of them and their linked hands. She swallowed uncomfortably and went on:

"I came here just to hand you a pamphlet to the Brazilian night; but I can see that Rachel already took charge of it. Hope to see you there... both of you."

She walked away and Rachel turned to him with a thumbs-up:

"I call it progress."

He looked down, not matching with the singing-voice quality of her statement:

"You don't know her like I do. Her lips said one thing; but her eyes said another."

xXxXx

"Kuuurt! I don't want to wear a dress like that!"

He continued to flip through his magazine practically ignoring his cousin's pleas coming from the trying-room. Why did she have to be so stubborn when it came to buying clothes? Why couldn't she simply trust him blindly and let him make her look astonishing?

"Bullshit, boo. I bet you look amazing."

She pushed her head through the curtain:

"I look like a wedding cake."

"I can't believe it."

The girl sighed and walked out of the booth. Kurt had to bite his cheek to prevent from laughing: she indeed looked a bit ridiculous in the dress that ballooned around her waist. Okay; maybe she wasn't a size 2 like he suspected and he'd have to find something less traditional for her.

"Don't worry, boo. So you don't have the body type for this dress. We can still make you look dashing."

She frowned checking herself in the mirror:

"I don't know why you're making such a fuss about it all. It's just another party at Callbacks like so many others we had."

Kurt rolled his eyes:

"You're totally missing the point! It's a party about you; a celebration. We wanted to give you a night were you could feel like the most important girl in the world."

"Why?"

"Why? You still need to ask? Because you are our sweetheart that has gone through so much. We want to be together in a night where we can let our hairs down – metaphorically speaking off course; I'm thinking off some amazing do for your hair."

She couldn't help but chuckling and he smiled at that:

"See? We missed that smile. Trust your dear cousin and just concentrate on having a wonderful time, okay? Can you do this for me?"

She nodded but he didn't let her say anything:

"Wait for me here while I'll pick up some different dresses for you."

Kurt saw as she puffed and sat down, being swallowed by the dress. He gave a small chuckle remembering the little girl who would pout at Grandma for being tired and not wanting to rehearse anymore because her costume pierced. Little Lou would also complain about having to wear a big coat, gloves and hats. She would remind them (a few hundreds of times) that it was summer in Rio and she could be wearing a comfortable cotton dress instead (but never missing an opportunity to build a snowman with him). He reminded the late nights they would stay awake with she telling him amazing stories about Rio and its people.

He started humming Tom Jobim's She's a Carioca while picking up dresses and figuring out which colors would look good with his cousin's complexion. He got back to a much better humored Louisa. He began to sing out loud while she went in and off the booth with a new dress every time and earned quite a few grins from the girl. She tried a few dance steps in purple billowing dress to which he gave a head nod.

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Here she comes

Here she comes

Ela é carioca

She's a carioca

Just see the way she walks

Nobody else can be

What she is to me

I look and what do I see

When I look deep in her eyes

I can see the sea

A forgotten road

The caressing skies

And not only that I'm in love

With her

The most exciting way

It's written on my lips

Where her kisses stay

She smiles and all of a sudden

The world is smiling for me,

And you know what else she's a carioca

Ela é carioca

Here she comes

Here she comes

She smiles and all of a sudden

The world is smiling for me,

And you know what else she's a carioca

Ela é carioca

Here she comes

Here she comes

"I think this is the one, boo."

"I think so too. And on the plus side: I'm so comfortable in it."

Seeing her so happy made Kurt let go of her last sentence. His mind was racing around shoes, make-up and hair do while she swirled in front of a mirror, the perfect image of a little girl trying on a princess dress. He got closer to her and hugged her from behind:

"Don't worry; you look amazing."

She smiled resting her head in his shoulder:

"You know how much I love you; don't you?"

"Of course! Who else can make you look so fabulous?"

xXxXx

Finn felt the tie pressing his Adam's apple; he always got uncomfortable wearing a suit. He looked at Blaine so calm at his side and wondered how the boy could dress up every day purposely:

"Dude, do bowties are more comfortable than big ties? I'm dying in here."

Blaine looked at him smiling:

"I can barely feel them anymore. Don't worry; all your effort is for a good cause."

Finn placed a hand on the shorter man's shoulders:

"By the way, thanks again for sharing your plan with me. I'd never think I'd have to ask Rachel out as my date to this Prom-thingy."

Blaine nodded:

"It's not that you have to ask her; but she'll like you being romantic. Besides, Kurt loves to double date and I wanted so much to give him a romantic night."

"You really got it bad for my brother, man."

"Not bad; wonderfully perfect."

Before he had to think of an answer to the cheesy line; Finn was saved by Rachel and Kurt crossing the street to join them by the restaurant's door. They both looked very excited seeing their boyfriends so dapper. Rachel walked to him and signaled for him to lower so she could peck his lips:

"You even dressed up for this date? Finn; that's lovely. Is there something going on?"

Blaine smirked:

"Don't be so anxious, Rach. You both will know when the right time comes. Now, if you'll follow me."

Blaine made his way inside the restaurant being followed by the others and asking the hostess for the reservation under the name Anderson. They were guided to a booth lighted by candles and Rachel and Kurt's eyes seemed to sparkle even more with every new thing they saw.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm:

"Candlelight?"

Blaine smiled:

"You'll see; trust me."

Their dinner wasn't as much different from others double dates they had had. Lots of the other three catching up on NYADA's news while Finn pretended to listen. At least, Blaine chose a good Italian place with great food and fair price. He had specifically advised Finn that the whole thing would go to the pigs if he didn't pay for his and Rachel's part.

He was kind of lost as to how they would put Blaine's plan into action; but the boy had assure him it would work out and he'd tell the right moment for Finn to do it. "Just follow my lead" were Blaine's exact words and he trusted the boy. Seeing some of the romantic things he had done for Kurt; Finn could only assume the boy was a natural. At that moment, the boy winked at Finn and he knew it was his cue to take the box out of his pocket and keep it whiting reach.

Blaine hit his fork on the water glass to catch everyone's attention:

"Well, I think we've kept the suspense long enough tonight and maybe it's time that Finn and I do what we came here to do. Finn, do you mind if I do the talking? We kind of have the same goals here..."

Finn expected that his relief didn't show much on his enthusiastic nod. Blaine smiled and went on:

"Kurt, Rachel; you both know how much we love you and the journey we all went through to be here today. We're living together, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't take some time off to show our loved ones how much they are loved and cared for. You're all aware that next weekend we are going to have a little Prom in tribute to Louisa. However, you two are the light of our lives and we wish to remind you of that. So, Kurt; would you give me the enormous honor of being my date?"

All the eyes were caught on Kurt's bright ones as Blaine gave him a box with matching boutonnieres. Kurt was nodding vigorously and went to hug his fiancé. Just then Finn remembered to look at Rachel and caught her looking at him with teary eyes:

"Finn, you took me out to dinner to ask me as your date?"

He smiled a little uneasy:

"Blaine helped me a lot; but once he mentioned the Prom, I knew I wanted to take you and give you a special night."

He took the rose corsage that was under the table and presented it to her:

"The girl at the flower shop said that roses meant love. I didn't know what color your dress was, so I understand if you can't wear it. But please keep it and remember how much I love you."

"No, Finn; it's perfect. Even if it didn't match my dress - which you are lucky, it does - I'd change dresses so I could wear it. It was so romantic of you! I love you so much."

She cupped his face with her hands and went in for a gentle kiss. Finn made a mental note to thank Blaine as soon as possible.

xXxXx

Louisa felt pretty silly walking out of the taxi in her dress (that could be called a gown) just to go to Callbacks. Okay, the way it was lighten for the night really created an atmosphere of anything is possible; but her head wasn't in the fairyland Kurt wanted it to be. She took a few deep breaths and walked closer to the door. And that was when she remembered why she was so nervous about that night: Brody was already there and hugging Rachel, who was laughing in his arms.

She lost it for a moment and went to sit on the sideway. Why did she care so much? Wasn't she the one who was better off alone? Wasn't Brody a done deal? Sure, she liked him. That's why she should be happy that he moved on and found somebody who made him happy. Somebody healthy. But why wasn't she? Was it because of Finn? Well, she hadn't considered him in all of this up until that moment. However, before she could come up with any conclusion, a hand in her shoulder caught her attention.

She turned her head up, whipping away the tears that where menacing to fall from her eyes, to find Blaine's stretched hand towards her:

"You'd make your cousin very disappointed right now. You're ruining your outfit and make-up at the same time."

She gave him a half-smile and looked back down. Without further ado, he took off his jacket and sat beside her. They stood quiet for a couple of minutes until she gathered the courage to look at him. He turned his gaze from the starts to her face, wearing a friendly smile:

"Are you all cried out? I don't mind sitting with you here all night; but if I'm trustworthy enough, I'd like to hear what's troubling you and see if I can help."

She chuckled:

"You saved my life, Blaine. I would trust you with anything."

He smirked:

"Calling me by my name? Someone really have her guards down for tonight... Come on; you still haven't told me if it's just being put on the spotlight or if there's something else behind those tears."

She frowned her nose not knowing how to put it out in words. He whipped away the stubborn tears with his thumb and she felt loved and cared for. She sighed:

"It's not the spotlight. I... I know what Kurt's trying to tell me with it and I'm thankful. I love you both very much. It's... It's Brody."

Blaine stopped her:

"Say no more."

He looked in his jacket's pocket and produced a small plastic box. He handled it to Louisa who looked puzzle at the small flower inside.

"An orchid?"

"An orchid corsage. You may have heard of them; it's what a guy gives to his Prom date. Well, technically I'm taken; but I wanted you to have the full Prom experience. Besides, you already said that you loved me twice; that is a big deal. Can I?"

He gestured to her arm and she stretched it to him. He smiled while tiding up the corsage at her wrist and made her stand up.

"I was actually saving this to be my contribution to the Brazilian night. However, after what you said about Brody; I think the lyrics might have an extra meaning tonight. You'd make me incredibly honored if you gave me the first dance of the night."

Blaine begun to sing Milton Nascimento's Unencounter; while he placed a hand at her waist and grabbed her left hand with his right. They were waltzing in the middle of the sideway and catching more than a few curious looks. But Louisa didn't care: it truly felt like a fairytale moment.

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Why did you too leave this town, my friend?

Do you remember that tune

The song you sang to me

Asking about the friends

Who were leaving the town?

You didn't see but I cryed

Because it was my time to go

You were so sad and I didn't know what to do

But to leave with that song leaving you

You were so sad and I didn't know what to do

But to leave with that song leaving you

Do you remember that tune my friend?

I can remember you saying

Maybe those people are searching for their place

Maybe their time isn't here

But you could never understand

Because it was your time to stay

But always the same goes on

Always the same goes on

Now you left the town

And I'm here looking for you

He finished his song and they stood cuddled a while longer. He whispered in her ear:

"I may not be your Prince Charming; but I like to think of myself as your Fairy Godfather."

She took a step away so she could look in his eyes:

"Thank you. For everything."

xXxXx

Blaine was glad to see he was able to put Louisa in a better mood so she could walk confidently inside. The only thing she asked of him was for him to announce her number as soon as they walked in. He didn't know why she wanted it so badly; but he judged it was a small compromise to be made.

"Okay, Lou; just wait here and I'll call you to get on the stage. You're the opening number and the great honoree of the night, so I'll have a few words to say or Kurt will kill me."

She rolled her eyes in the Hummel way:

"How does it feel to be so whipped, Bowtie?"

"Look who's back! Please, Lou; just be a good girl and don't get me into trouble."

She nodded and he accepted as much as guarantee. He crossed ways with a concerned looking Kurt on his way to the stage; he simply winked to let Kurt know he had succeeded with Louisa. Blaine turned the microphone on and called for everyone's attention:

"Good evening everyone. We at the Callbacks are proudly to present or first Brazilian Night. We tried to recreate a Brazilian atmosphere for you; but also, we wanted you to feel like it's a magical night were everything is possible. To start the fun and open the karaoke for the night; I'd like to welcome to the stage the girl who inspired this night. Applauses for Miss Louisa Hummel."

Louisa had her head high as she climbed the stage. She took the microphone smiling and glimpsed at Blaine before addressing to the audience. In that brief moment, he could tell she was wearing her "I'm strong" mask.

"Hello again Callbacks. I'd like to thank each and every one of you who came here tonight but specially to my wonderful cousins: Kurt and Blaine. I had another song prepared for tonight; but circumstances made me want to sing this one from Tom Jobim. You may recognize it in Judy Garland's voice."

She provided Blaine another piece of sheet music and he looked puzzled at her after reading the title: How Insensitive. He was blaming himself for being so stupid. He thought she'd get the clue his song gave to her that the Brody story was just a misunderstanding. Clearly she still thought he was with Rachel and was about to put her heart on the line again. Dumb Blaine! However, he couldn't think of a solution at the moment.

And so she began to sing her sad melody and so it was clear to the whole bar that she was heartbroken.

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How insensitive

I must have seemed

When he told me that he loved me

How unmoved and cold

I must have seemed

When he told me so sincerely

Why he must have asked

Did I just turn and stare in icy silence

What was I to say

What can you say

When a love affair is over

Now he's gone away

And I'm alone

With a memory of his last look

Vague and drawn and sad

I see it still

All his heartbreak in that last look

How he must have asked

Could I just turn and stare in icy silence

What was I to do

What can one do

When a love affair is over

xXxXx

Kurt welcomed his long faced cousin in his arms:

"Don't be like this, boo. I don't know who hurt you; but you'll tell me just after Rachel and Finn's number and I'll kick their ass."

She looked confused at him:

"Rachel and Finn's? They broke up and are singing together?"

Kurt was more shocked than her:

"They broke up? Why hasn't Finn told me anything? I had lunch with him, for crying out loud! I'm his freaking brother."

"Easy pumpkin; he hasn't told me anything. I just assume Rachel was with Brody."

Kurt put the pieces together:

"Oh no, boo. Don't tell me you're like this for Brody?"

She made a guilty grimace and looked back down. But before Kurt could argue further, Rachel was taking the microphone and announcing their number:

"It's so nice to be back at Callbacks. For tonight, my boyfriend Finn and I have prepared Black Eyed Peas' version of Mas Que Nada. Louisa, sorry about our Portuguese; it was the best we could master in the short notice."

They did quite well for who said they had almost no time to rehearsal. Rachel had managed to prepare this number in between Spring Awakening rehearsals and it wasn't half bad. And Finn had his unique charm while trying to follow the dance routine she had created.

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Oaria raio

Oba oba oba

Oaria raio

Oba oba oba

Mas que nada

Black eyed peas came in to make it hotter

We beat the party starters

Bubblin up just like lava

Like lava heat it like a sauna

Penetrating into your body armor

Rhythmically we message ya

With hip hop mixed up with samba

With samba so yes yes y'all

You know we never stop

We never rest y'all

The black eyed peas are keeping it funky fressh y'all

And we wont stop until we get you, til we get you sayin

Oaria raio

Oba oba oba

Oaria raio

Oba oba oba

Peter piper picked peppers but tab rocked ryhmes

1,2,3 for several times

Heavy rotation made by every kind

Of radio stations blessing every mind

And we crossing boundaries like everyday

Tu papi papi pair to the r n b

We got we got tab magnification tab magnafied

Like every day

So yes yes y'all

You know we never stop we never rest y'all y'all

The black eyed peas are keeping it funky fressh y'all

And we wont stop until we get you, til we get you

Sayin

Oaria raio

Oba oba oba (la la la la la)

Oaria raio

Oba oba oba

Drop hot hot be my daily operation

Got to put a right in this crazy occupation

Gotta keep it movin' that's the motivation

Gotta ride the waves and keep a tight relation

With my team keeping moving and doing it right

I've been in a lab every day til daylight

Thats the way things move in this monkey business

We took a old samba song and remixed it

Mas que nada [Not at all]

Sai da minha frente [Get out of my way]

Eu quero passar [I want to go through]

Pois o samba esta animado ['Cus the samba is hot]

O que eu quero e sambar [And what I want to do is samba]

Este samba [This samba]

Que é misto de maracatu [That's mixed up with maracatu]

É samba de preto velho [It's an old black man's samba]

Samba de preto tu [It's a black man's samba]

Mas que nada, we gonna make you feel lil hotter

Peas and Sérgio Mendes heating up sambaaaa

Badabababababaaaaaa

Sergio play your piano Sérgio play your yo yo yo yo

Piano (echoing)

Check it out

Oaria raio

Oba oba oba (la la la la la)

Oaria raio

Oba oba oba (la la la la la)

Oaria raio

Oba oba oba

Este samba [This samba]

Que é misto de maracatu [That's mixed up with maracatu]

É samba de preto velho [It's na old black man's samba]

Samba de preto tu (la la la la la) [It's a black man's samba]

They were hugely applauded by everyone; including Louisa, who seemed to have found her peace with Rachel.

xXxXx

Rachel got down from the stage giggling and satisfied; it didn't matter how many times they fought or were in each other's throats: Finn would ever be her perfect duet partner. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and she went to check on Brody and his plan.

She found the boy by the bar and looking terrified. She approached him and placed her hand on his shoulder:

"Tonight is the night; right?"

"I wish I had your enthusiasm, Rach. Haven't you pay attention to her song? She's mad at me for something I have no clue about."

Rachel studied her friend's scared eyes for a moment:

"It was odd. Maybe you were right the other day when we bumped into her in NYADA..."

He stopped her mid-sentence:

"That's it; Rachel. Maybe she thinks we're together."

She looked at him in disbelief:

"She couldn't! She knows I'm with Finn and that I'd never go behind his back!"

Brody seemed to be considering a lot of things in his head at that moment:

"In fact, she was never your friend. So she doesn't know you that well..."

"Come on; Brody. We wouldn't be as stupid as to have an affair and meet up at NYADA at broad day light."

He sighed:

"I don't understand completely what goes in her head! Maybe I should try to talk to her first..."

"No! That would be worse; you know how thickheaded she can be. She simply wouldn't listen. Now is not the moment to get cold feet; just jump on that stage and do what you came here to do. I guarantee that she will at least stop and listen. Go on; Blaine is taking the names and I think he'd be glad to help."

She saw Brody take a shot in one go and get up to talk to Blaine. The younger boy signed the other in with an understanding smile. Brody took the stage and looked in Rachel's direction. She smiled and nodded; he took a deep breath and begun:

"Good evening; my name is Brody Weston and I'd like to show you something I've been working on. This song is dedicated to a very special girl I mistreated in the past. These are not my words, but I hope I can borrow Tom Jobim's words for his Luiza to tell mine how I truly feel."

Rachel listened to song they've been rehearsing together all week. They struggled trying to pronounce the words in Portuguese and looking for meanings in on-line videos and translators. They were glad to having found a song with Louisa's name so soon after typing "Brazilian love songs" on Google. He looked for the translated lyrics and knew that was the one. The only thing they had yet to figure out was if it would reach the goal they pursued...

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Rua, [Street]

Espada nua [Naked sword]

Boia no céu imensa e amarela [Floats in the sky enormous and yellow]

Tão redonda a lua [So round the moon]

Como flutua [How it floats]

Vem navegando o azul do firmamento [It comes sailing the blue skies]

E no silêncio lento [And in a slow silence]

Um trovador, cheio de estrelas [A trobadour, filled with stars]

Escuta agora a canção que eu fiz [Listen up now to the song I did]

Pra te esquecer Luiza [To forget you Luiza]

Eu sou apenas um pobre amador [I'm just a poor amateur]

Apaixonado [In love]

Um aprendiz do teu amor [An apprendice of your love]

Acorda amor [Wake up love]

Que eu sei que embaixo desta neve mora um coração [I know beneath the snow lives your heart]

Vem cá, Luiza [Come here, Luiza]

Me dá tua mão [Give me your hand]

O teu desejo é sempre o meu desejo [Your desire is always my desire]

Vem, me exorciza [Come, exsorcize me]

Me dá tua boca [Give me your mouth]

E a rosa louca [And this crazy rose]

Vem me dar um beijo [Come give me a kiss]

E um raio de sol [And a ray of sunshine]

Nos teus cabelos [In your hair]

Como um brilhante que partindo a luz [As a diamond that breaks light]

Explode em sete cores [It explodes in seven colors]

Revelando então os sete mil amores [It reveals seven thousand sides of love]

Que eu guardei somente pra te dar Luiza [That I kept just to give you, Luiza]

Luiza

Luiza

Rachel took her eyes from the boy on the stage to look for the girl being serenated in the audience. Louisa, who usually was so tough to read, was an open book that night. Rachel clapped her hands excitedly: she could bet her friend would find his happiness that night.

xXxXx

The lights on the stage and the place she was standing didn't allow Brody to see Louisa while he performed. Hoping for the best, he sang his heart out. He thanked the audience and was on his way to rejoin Rachel at the bar. However, someone had stopped on his way and wouldn't let him go unless he talked to her.

"You really did mean all that, Brody?"

He sighed looking for courage:

"Yes, Louisa; every word."

She was in her ever-suspicious attitude:

"Did you learn Portuguese?"

He chuckled:

"No; just the lyrics to this song. My pronounce probably sucked..."

"It did."

He took a deep breath:

"Okay, Louisa. If you came here just to insult me, I'll just go..."

He took one step away and felt her hand in his arm.

"Wait!"

He turned to her:

"What for, Louisa?"

She looked down:

"You got me confused..."

"I got you confused? You've been doing nothing but sending me mixed signals ever since we broke up!"

She answered in a feeble voice:

"I was a mess; I didn't want to hurt you."

He took her chin and raised her head so that her eyes were in his:

"You keep trying to protect me; but I don't want to be protected. I want you. I know you've got baggage, but I don't care! Everybody got baggage and mine was pretty heavy and you gave me a chance anyway. Please, Lou; let me do the same to you."

He could barely believe in what came next. She attacked his lips with such passion that he could barely recognize the kiss. Eventually, she got softer against him and he kissed her back tenderly. She broke the kiss and he saw her smile matching his. He took her hand:

"Does this mean we're back together?"

She smirked:

"This means you better walk me home tonight and find out."