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02 April 2011 @ 10:11 pm
 Brittany was currently deciding on her plaid skirt or black jeans to go with her black top and wondering how seeing Santana after weeks of not seeing her would be like.  Listening to " ET" by Katy Perry was putting some interesting imagery in her head how Mr. S was indeed from outer space. I guess he would have to be if he wears all those vests. I wonder if he went to the 12 step program yet.
 

She finally settled on her periwinkle top with black jeans, and her favorite pair of sneakers. She checked her phone and saw it was almost time until Santana knocked on her door and: OPERATION BREADSTIX would begin. 

 

 

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Current Location: Home.
 
 
Rachel flipped through the records and song books casually, humming a song from her current favorite musical. She loved coming to the record store and just looking, sometimes buying books or CD’s, sometimes just looking through the books.

This time she was here for two reasons: the first was to get a few new broadway CD’s. The second was to do some research for songs for Nationals. They were going to need some new material if they were going to beat Vocal Adrenaline this year, and Rachel took it upon herself, as always, to start looking.

She pulled  a couple of CD’s off the rack and scanned them under the preview player, putting on the headphones to listen.

She couldn’t help herself. She started singing softly along with the demo song.

Just too unreal, all this,
Watching the words fall from my lips….



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Current Location: music store, Lima, OH
 
 
02 April 2011 @ 12:26 pm
 Blaine had managed to keep his promise of keeping Kurt's room tidy for the most part, the bed being an exception. Currently, he found himself sitting in the middle of thee unmade bed, duvet wrapped around his shoulders, and a mess of textbooks and notebooks surrounding him. He had managed to seek into his own room to grab a few things while Jeff had been at lunch. The whole 'hiding in Kurt's room' thing was probably about a day from getting completely pathetic, but he wasn't ready to face his roommate yet. 

He didn't even know what had become of the revelation. There was a strong possibility that it had ended very, very badly.

Reading the same sentence sixty-four times probably wasn't going to make much of a dent in his U.S. History reading. He slammed the book shut and tossed it to the end of the bed. Blaine glanced at the clock for the millionth time in the last hour. 4:57pm 
 
He would trade Kurt berating him for the current disorder of his room to escape the ongoing battle inside out his head, any day.


 
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 Nick stared at the phone in his hand, his eyes wide. Jeff had hung up on him? Jeff had hung up on him. Frowning to himself, he realized he was focusing on the least important thing to have happened in the last twenty minutes—surely, the fact that Jeff had feelings for him was clearly more important. Jeff had feelings for him. He repeated that over and over in his head, trying to see if it would ever stop feeling so strange. But was it actually weird? Did he not like it?

He shook his head again and threw his phone down on his bed, grabbing his key before heading out of his room and down the hallway to Jeff's. They had to talk about this. They couldn't just... stop being friends! They'd been friends almost all their lives; Nick was not going to give this friendship up now. He refused to let this get in the way.

Was it getting in the way, though? He found himself surprised with how okay he was with Jeff having feelings for him. He wasn't "freaked out" nor was he about to have a panic attack. He was relatively calm, even, if it weren't for the fact that he and Jeff might stop being friends if they didn't talk this out. He knocked on Jeff's door sharply, tapping his foot against the floor impatiently. He was even starting to have Jeff's little quirks now—tapping his foot against the floor and never being still. 

"Jeff, open up!" he said, knocking on the door once again. 

 
 
 A bird? A living, breathing, chirping, pooping, honest to god bird? Like Blaine didn't have enough to deal with, seeing as he had transfered mid-year to Dalton Academy. There was schoolwork to catch up on, neuroses to overcome, an unfortunately crush to deal with, and a multitude of other things that were keeping his new life at Dalton from being less than satisfactory.

"I'm going to kill it. I'm actually going to kill it. I'm almost certain that I'm going to kill it," Blaine muttered under his breath, pacing in front of Pavarotti's cage. In response,  the tiniest Warbler chirped happily. See Blaine? You're totally not the tiniest Warbler. Pavarotti's already taken that role. He shot Jeff the most convincing glare he could muster, and let it be known - it's not easy to throw death glares at the boy that you're head over freaking heels in love with. Or something. "This is your fault. The last thing I need in my life right now is a freaking a capella group. This is stupid, I'm going to end up killing this bird.. and, oh yeah, this is stupid."

He sat down on the bed next to Jeff, raking a hand through his unruly curls, letting a bit of a whimper escape his lips. "The council told me that my hair was a distraction. What is that even supposed to mean?"

 
 
 
The evening at Breadstix hanging out with New Directions had been bittersweet. Mostly sweet. Seeing everyone again, talking and laughing and singing with them, it had been amazing. But it also felt a little surreal. So much had happened since they'd last been together. So many new inside jokes he wasn't a part of, so many events that were casually referenced, and him the only one who had to ask 'wait, what?'

It was just weird. This group... He was used to thinking of them as like his family - a dysfunctional one, maybe, but a family all the same. And now he was like the cousin from out of town. Here, a part of it, but less a part of it as he had been when he lived there.

Between the feeling of being an outsider where he'd used to be an in, his conversation with Artie, the news about Karofsky's big April Fools stunt (Kurt still couldn't believe it, couldn't process it, didn't know what to do about it), the collection of medical and other bills he'd seen on his father's counter, Blaine's ill timed revelation to Nick the night before, just how much he missed Blaine when it had only been 24 horus since he'd seen the other boy... Kurt had a lot to think about this weekend. And right now? He didn't want to think about any of it.

So thank Gaga for Rachel Berry. A sleepover was just what he needed. It would have been better if Mercedes could have attended, but Kurt would take what he could get. He'd changed into his favorite blue silk jammies and was now reclining comfortably on the sofa in the Berry's den. "You promised me rom coms and vegan ice cream," he pointed out, grinning. "I expect you to deliver."
 
 
01 April 2011 @ 08:44 pm
Kurt had spent most of the morning cleaning. This, apparently, was what happened when he was gone for three weeks - the house turned into a disaster zone. This wasn't entirely surprising, considering the habits of the other three people who lived there. His dad had never been particularly neat, Kurt had always been the one who kept things picked up (not because he was required to, just because it made him crazy if things weren't tidy). And now that Finn and Carole had been added to the family... well. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Finn only added to the clutter. And Carole tried, but she was one of those people who always kept themselves busy, and Kurt thought cleaning was pretty low on her list of priorities.

Which was fine. He didn't mind cleaning, and putting the house back in order made him feel... secure. Like he was still needed. He liked that feeling.

The doorbell rang. Kurt dropped the scrub brush back in the sink and quickly stripped off his yellow plastic gloves (although he left the apron on) and quickly made his way to the door. "Artie!" he said, pulling it open and grinning at his friend. Gosh, it had been a long time. "Please excuse the me- woah." Kurt blinked, his brain catching up with what he was seeing. Which was, obviously, Artie - but Artie like Kurt had never seen him before. Artie standing up, and looking like he'd walked straight out of a sci-fi movie. So Blaine hadn't been making it up. "Um. So. Wow."
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01 April 2011 @ 12:19 pm
But I think I'll try the real world for a while.Collapse )


[ooc: This is the end of the scene with Dave. If you want you can post your character's reactions, and if you want to interact with him, that's fine too.]
 
 
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
 
 
 (The events taking place in this thread do no occur until Friday night. Starting it early so we can make sure a particular scene goes down before I go out of town.)

Blaine gently ran a hand through Jeff's hair, casting a small smile down at the sleeping boy. He hadn't even made it through High School Musical 2 before he passing out. (The alcohol probably hadn't helped matters.) He felt the pleasant buzz he had kept going for most of the evening start to drift into something a bit fuzzier. It was a lot cozier than the last time he had partaken in teenage debauchery. Less heart thumping bass, less Rachel Berry's tongue... and unfortunately, less Kurt.  

With his voice of reason currently dead to the living world, he pulled out his phone and tapped out a quick text with his free hand.

wish u wre here. two-tone passedo ut u could totally dye his hair

sent 11:45pm april 1st to the boyfriend

He fully expected Kurt to reply with spelling corrections within minutes. 
 
 
Feeling a pair of eyes attempting to bore into his skull, he shifted uncomfortably - a difficult feat considering the fact that Jeff was pretty much cemented to his side. Looking up only confirmed his suspicions. Cursing Jeff for falling asleep and leaving the two of them alone, Blaine took a long sip of the kool-aid and vodka concauction that had been his poison of choice of the evening.
 
"Listen, man - I'm trying," he grimaced at both the way the cheap vodka burned as it slid down his throat and how his words seemed to slur together. "I'm trying, for his sake. You know? So answer me this. What's your problem?"
 
 
29 March 2011 @ 06:46 pm
If Karofsky wanted to ease his own guilt and apologize to Artie, that was fine, but it would be on Artie's terms. So, when the jock invited him out to a Breadstix dinner, Artie tweaked the plan. Instead of going out, Dave would be bringing Artie dinner at his house. And Artie was going to make sure that he made an impression on the guy.

He had TV tray tables set up in the livingroom, and Artie figured he could provide the beverages if Dave was going to be bringing their Breadstix feast. A 2-liter of Dr. Pepper was on the coffee table beside two plastic cups filled with crushed ice. Artie reclined on his couch while he waited for his guest to arrive.