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janatm · 19 days ago

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right now the right kind of love is the love that lets go || MORUCK

tagging: Morgan Weston & Noah Puckerman

date & time: October 20, 2024 in the morning time

location: A little diner of the side of a road halfway between Puck's house and Morgan's Ranch

warnings: none!

summary: After both men had a crying Eva on their shouler, Morgan reached out to Puck so that they could talk and neither one of them though this is where they would end up.

word count: 5,038

PUCK had been a little surprised to get a text from Morgan, and he wasn't sure how he felt about being separated from his kid again so soon after being forcibly separated from her the past week. But after the conversation he'd had with his mother, and to a lesser extent the conversations he'd had with Santana and Jake, he figured if he could accept Eva showing up at his door, then he could go to breakfast with Morgan. After about fifteen minutes, he pulled into the parking lot for the little dinner off the main road. It was quiet and Puck had never been out this way, unless he was passing through to get to Morgan's place. Getting out of his truck and seeing Morgan's ride a few spaces over. Walking inside he smiled at the employee's who greeted him. Quickly, finding the cowboy he was looking for, he sat down across from him. It was the first time he'd seen him in a while and he still looked good, unharmed by the earthquake, his should seemed healed. Puck mentally went through the list of things he was looking for on his person to ensure he was actually okay. Rubbing a hand over his steal healing knuckles, he smiled as the waitress came over and asked what he wanted. "Just coffee for now, sweetheart." The iddle aged woman smiled back at him and went to go get his coffee. "I've never been here before, you come here a lot or was it just a halfway point?" He asked, not sure what else to say.

MORGAN wasn't able to shake what had happened in the PSU cafeteria's giant kitchen on one of the last days during the lockdown. Eva had been escorted to his location, since it had been deemed safer there, than where she originally were. And of course Morgan had gone and made a fool of himself by spilling coffee down his shirt. It had been a blessing in disguise though, because it led to the two ex lovers talking. It escalated though, when Eva finally opened up about everything - and the consequences of that had been stuck in Morgan's brain ever since they'd left and gone home. Now, he'd freshened up, he'd checked on his horses, gotten his usual four hours of sleep in hiw own bad, and he'd reached out to Puck, needing to talk to the other man about it. Sitting at the table in the diner, Morgan emptied a creamer into his coffee, stirring it as he waited for the other man. God, how long had it been since he'd last seen him? He didn't know, but the moment he saw him walk through the door, carrying that beautiful smile on his face that he always did, when he so sweetly greeted people had Morgan's heart beat as fast as it did when he'd seen Eva in that doorway. Swallowing hard, Morgan stood half up, almost anxiously when Puck came over. He wanted to hug him, kiss him; anything that could have him be closer to him. "They make a great breakfast burrito 'ere," Morgan started, implying this wasn't his first time at the diner. "How are you feeling? You look- you're always handsome, I mean, but you look like you're in one piece." He'd been worried, but he also knew that Puck was capable of looking after himself. With that being said though, his eyes caught the other man's hand and what they were doing, and his face went pale. "What happened?" Morgan asked, his voice filled with concern, and all he wanted to do was to reach out and grab his hand to examine his poor knuckles. But he stayed put, not wanting to cross any boundaries.

PUCK was looking at the menu when Morgan mentioned breakfast burrito's. He was more of an all American breakfast kinda guy, but he could appreciate a breakfast burrito on the go. Knowing that Morgan had been here before made him trust the food, so he was going for a legit breakfast and just as he was about to continue the small talk Morgan spoke and his heart fluttered at the compliment. People tell him he's good looking all the time, but it felt different when it was Morgan. Sometime about the way he says, or maybe just that it's him saying it. "You look good too, man. I bet the cowboy look was still killin' it five days in." He smiled, trying to keep things light. After the back to back conversations he'd had the past 48 hours and the absolute mindfuck of a week long lockdown, Puck was all about light, even if he knew it probably couldn't last. Following Morgan's eyes he instinctively put his hand under the table to hide it. "It ain't nothin', just a minor injury, it's all good." Thank God the waitress came back over to give him his coffee and take their orders. "Thank you, Ginivette." Puck said after looking at her name tag. "Beautiful name, for a beautiful woman." He continued. "You are just a charmer aren't you? What can I get for you, handsome? She asked, smiling. "You make it easy. I'll just take the big classic with the pancakes and all my eggs scrambled." Looking at Morgan, he wasn't sure if he'd ordered yet or not. "You ordered yet?" He asked.

MORGAN found it so easy to be around Puck. Same for Eva. He missed them so much. It was so different with them; he didn't have to constantly try and be someone he wasn't just to impress them, and he didn't have to dampen his personality. They dealt with the horse-talk, the spontaneous Hannah Montana outbursts, and all of his desires for them. At least they had, when they'd been together. It wasn't completely lost, he figured they wouldn't just change their way of being just because they'd...broken up? But after so many days in the presence of way too many people - people who liked being angry, and felt it was necessary to lash out over the smallest of things - it was an amazing feeling to be here with Puck right now, feeling everything being so easy; even if it definitely wasn't. Even Puck's injury was easy, because the worry came naturally. "Who'd you get into a fight with?" Morgan assumed, frowning at the sight. Despite it being easy, he hated the sight. Just a scratch was bad enough. Morgan watched the interaction between Puck and the waitress with a raised eyebrow, and scoffed lightly to himself. What was the man trying to get out of charming a middle aged waitress at a diner in the middle of nowhere? "I'll just take the breakfast burrito with bacon, thank you," Morgan gave the woman a gentle smile, waiting for her to move along. "Have you talked to Eva lately?"

PUCK wasn't exactly sure how to answer that first question. Can he say he got in a fight with a wall? How would he explain that? He didn't want to talk about that night, it was a bad night for him and he'd be grateful when these damn knuckles were all healed up. So intead he just waited for the waitress to leave and focused on his second question. "Yeah, she stopped by yesterday, told me how she was feelin', that we hurt her, that she'd been ready to try something real with us." It was a hell fo a summary, but considering he's pretty Sure Eva talked to Morgan about all of that first, Puck was sure the other man would be able to fill in the blanks. Is this what he wanted to talk to Puck about? Eva? I mean, he could do that, that would be a lot easier than any of the stuff Puck was thinking he'd want to hash out. Personally, Puck didn't really understand where all of this was coming from. Maybe the earthquake and lockdown had them in their feelings or something, but they were mad at him, they broke up with him and quite frankly, he couldn't even blame them. He'd finally accepted letting them go and then there they both were wanting to talk and Puck felt like he was getting whiplash and his head hurt with how loud it was. "I'm guessin' the two of you talked when y'all were stuck in that cafeteria. Did it not go well or something? You need advice on how to talk to her, 'cause I don't think I'm the best person to ask but I'll try to help."

MORGAN could feel the distance between him and Puck grow bigger and bigger with each day, and he knew that he was to blame for that. He'd pushed him away when all Puck wanted to do was to be together. The thought of the other man even being willing to try and be chill about Morgan seeing someone else had completely pulled the rug out from underneath him - not knowing that they were under completely different understandings of what had been agreed, he could see how he would say that; although, with how Morgan felt for Puck, he never ever wanted anyone laying a hand on him; and he certainly wasn't willing to try and be cool with that. It was very black and white for Morgan: they were either together or not. So even if Puck struggled to be chill with it, the willingness to try was bad enough in Morgan's eyes. But it made it much harder to care for the other man, when he then pulled his hand away, not allowing the tall man to be there for him. Biting down on his lip, Morgan ran a hand through his beard and listened to Puck speak. Clearing his throat, he shook his head. "She cried and I hugged her, Puck." He felt so bad, but he didn't know where to even begin. "Seein' her like that- I didn't know it was that bad for her. I thought she was pissed off because we didn't involve her in what we were doin', but it goes so much deeper than that. She's scared to get hurt again," Finally reaching out, Morgan tentatively took Puck's hand into his, his thumb almost ghost-like running over the injured knuckles. "So am I, but I'm confident, now more than ever, that we could do this. I miss us. I miss you."

PUCK fiddled with the handle on his coffee mug as Morgan told him how it went with Eva. That stringing pain in his heart appeared once again at the mention of how he'd hurt Eva and it just made the pain sharper to think of how he hurt Morgan too. This whole conversation was making his mind spiral and all he had was a cup of coffee to to keep himself on solid ground, so he took a sip letting the slightly bitter taste coat his mouth and give his mind something else to focus on. It wasn't quite the burn of liquor but it would have to do. Forgetting about his hand, until Morgan reached for it, he didn't pull away, even though he should have, he let himself emjoy the touch, just like he'd let himself enjoy the hug from Eva the day before. Looking at Morgan's face as he spoke, Puck knew the cowboy meant what he was saying and it's what he wanted to hear, what he'd been begging for ad now that he was getting it his brain just wouldn't let him have it. Squeezing Morgan's hand before removing his from the other man's touch and took another sip of his black coffee, he tried not to look too... sad. "You and Eva were really clear about what y'all needed. Time and space. Y'all didn't change your tune once for weeks." Puck damn near winced at the memories of rejection after rejection. "I think maybe this lockdown rattled you, rattled all of us really. But in a couple days when you feel more, even, you might not be as confident." Taking in a breath and letting it out, he sat up a little straighter. "Me and Eva had a good talk I think. I apologized for what I did to us. It was my fault and I own that. I'm sorry for hurting you, for making you feel, unwanted and- and rejected. I get why you went on that date with Serena, I don't blame you." Now that he was talking he couldn't seem to stop. "What Eva said she needed was for us to prove that we don't want anybody else that we just want her, that we want us. I know you're saying that's what you want but are you sure 'cause Eva seems to think that Serena's got feelings for you and you got some for her." With that their food came.

MORGAN didn't want to be apart from Puck and Eva anymore. He didn't want anymore space or time, and least of all, he didn't want to be forced away from them; especially not by some natural disaster. Next time, he would make sure to be exactly where they were. That was what he was going to fight for. That this would never happen again. And a small hope flew through Morgan's body as Puck squeezed his hand, but it was brief. Way too brief, in his eyes. Puck removed his hand, and that hope flew right out of his body again, along with his heart. He hated this, feeling pushed away, feeling rejected. But it was probably how Puck felt, so Morgan couldn't fault him, at all. Listening to the other man as he started to talk, Morgan wanted to give him the same time, the same space to say what he needed to, as he'd done for Eva. It was about communication, that had been their downfall before, and he wasn't about to repeat that again. So Morgan allowed Puck to speak his truth, talk about his feelings, tell him what was on his mind. But it still hurt. And Morgan frowned slightly, as he finished up, trying to figure out where to start. Thankfully, the food was brought over and it gave Morgan a moment or two to think about things, before he finally spoke up again. "I can spend a few days comin' back to my regular-scheduled program, but I don't think it's gonna do much. I did a lot of thinkin' while I was stuck in the cafeteria. Sure, it caused me to be apart from the two of ya, but I was before then too. And I don't want to be anymore, Puck." Morgan said, sincerity coating his words. "Serena and I are friends. She kept me entertained when I was injured. We're gettin' close, and I don't know, maybe there are feelings, but they're certainly not as strong as the ones I have for you guys. I wanted to take my time to figure that out before I did anythin' with anyone. But bein' in that cafeteria, bein' forced to think like that, I know what I want. It's us."

PUCK wasn't sure what he had been expecting the man across from him to say in response to all of that, but it sure as fuck wasn't him confirming that he had feelings for god damn Serena. In a weird way, Puck was grateful for the anger, it was something he was use to. It gave him an excuse to shut down, to be a dick to push and push and push Morgan away until the man never wanted to come back. The urge was simmering just beneath the surface, all he had to so was turn it up a little, goad him more on his feelings for Serena and that simmer turns to a overflowing boil. However, that isn't what he wanted and he definitely didn't wanna cause a scene in front of these nice people. So, instead he let out a humorless laugh before shoving some eggs and sausage in his mouth and taking another gulp of coffee to wash it down. Not because he was hungry but because he need a minute to calm himself down and not do the distructive thing. "Come on, man. You don't think it's kinda fucked for you to tell me you wanna be with me and Eva but you also got feelings for Serena?" Another humorless laugh was let out against his will. "Let's be real, Morgan. If I reached out to you and asked you to breakfast after rejecting you over and over and over again for a month, just to sit down and tell you i've got feelings for someone else but don't worry my feelings for you and Eva are stronger, would you be cool with that? Would that sound like I wanna be with you, that I want you and Eva back? Or would you be pissed because being i'm siting across from you acting like you should be, i don't know, happy, that my feelings for you are stronger?" Looking him in the eye, Puck paused and took in a breath, before looking out the window beside them and exhaling. "Since the moment I met you and Eva, you're the only two people I've had feelings for, the only two people I've really seen, even when I was trying not to." He turned his head to look at his ex lover again. "I could never have feelings for somebody else while I've got feelings for you and Eva. Never."

MORGAN had gotten friendly with Serena over the past few weeks; maybe more than he would've cared for. He didn't know what it was, how deep it went or if there was even anything romantic about it. She had cheered him up when he'd needed it, distracted him from his lack of being able to work, as well as this trouble with Puck and Eva, and they'd bonded over things. He was going through a break-up - even if it wasn't official - and Serena gave him thr attention that he was missing from Eva and Puck. Was that the definition of a rebound? Morgan wasn't sure, he'd never done this. He'd only really been in one relationship before and he had never been as invested in it, as he was now. Sighing as Puck started ranting, Morgan knew it'd been a bad idea to tell him that he didn't know if there were feelings involved from his side. It just led to this. "Puck," he started, his voice soft, wanting to reach out and grab his hand again. "I know you're angry with me. I would be too, if you'd told me that, yeah," he started, letting out a sigh. "But I'm here to communicate, tell you about my feelings and where I'm at. If there's anythin' I've learnt from all of this, it's that I should probably do that, don't ya think?" It was a rhetorical question, but Morgan still searched Puck's eyes for an answer before continuing. "Like I said, I don't know if I have feelings for Serena. She's been there for me during rough times, and perhaps that kinda attention has been what I've needed; but I know for damn certain that whatever feelings I have for her - whether it's me bein' grateful for the work she's put into the time we've spent together, or bein' flattered by the attention - but I know that it sure as hell hasn't confused me. Because I still know exactly where I stand with you guys. I know, with 110% certainty that I'm head over heels in love with you and Eva, and if I can't have the two of you, then I don't want anybody." He breathed out, his voice having gotten a little louder.

PUCK was sure that was going to be the end of it. Morgan would sigh and resign himself, be a gentlemen and offer to pay and Puck wouldn't let him and they'd get their to go boxes and go their seraprate ways. Puck was prepared for that, prepared to be mad and stay mad and use it as an excuse to go drink at 9 am in the morning or whatever damn time it was. He was prepared to see Morgan drive up to the house next door and start having nights out and nights in with Serena. Was prepared to watch both Morgan and Eva move on from him and from them. Maybe less prepared for how long he knew it would take for him to move on, but it always took him so long to let anyone go. Then Morgan said the one thing he never thought he would hear. Not just from him, but in general. No one has ever been in love with Puck, or if they had, they'd never told him. Now it was literally the only thing Puck could hear. 'I'm head over heels in love with you and Eva. Just on a loop, it probably had him sitting there, jaw on the table, completely incapable of looking away from the other man. The sound of a throat clearing, brought him back to reality and once he realized it wasn't Morgan he finally looked away, head turning rather slowly to their waitress. Ginivette. "You want anymore coffee, darling? She'd asked looking between the two men and Puck shook his head. "No, ma'am, maybe just some waters?" He managed to say on both their behalf. "Two waters, coming right up then. Puck mutted out a thank you as she walked away. It helped his brain come back down to earth. Still wasn't sure what to say. "Morgan, I- that's..." He trailed off still trying to find the words. Love? He loves me, is head over heels? Everything else seemed to fade away and all that existed was himself, Morgan and those words. Puck knew a month ago he was falling for them, that's why he freaked out and fucked everything up. He remembered Morgan saying he was falling for him, he thinks, in a text, maybe? "Why would you love me?" He hadn't meant to say it out loud but he winced once he realized he'd said it out loud. "Shit don't answer that." I'm gonna fuck this up, he's gonna take it back, he's gonna regret saying that to me. There's a reason no one's said that shit to me. Now his brain was in overdrive and he just didn't have any words so he just looked at Morgan, hoping he wouldn't be mad at him for being so.... useless in this moment.

MORGAN could hear a pin drop in the quiet diner after he'd just confessed his love for the other man. He was sat there, on his side of the table, face slightly red and breathing heavily after the big speech. He wasn't the type of guy to do this stuff. He didn't make up romantic speeches or confess his feelings for other people to hear like this. But Puck and Eva made him want to shout it from the rooftops. They made him want to chase them down, so he could win them back. Being confined to the cafeteria had him thinking, and seeing Eva had only brought back the feelings. His brain and his heart were finally on the same level and that was all he needed to know what he wanted; it was them. He just sat there, staring at Puck, waiting for an answer. He didn't even look at the waitress as she came over. Instead, his eyes stayed right on the other man, not wanting to miss it if he had an answer. And after a while, he finally did. It was like he could finally breathe, but then the meaning and the reason behind Puck's question had him back to that same familiar feeling of being unable to breathe. Those small insecure cracks that Puck had shown previously in their relationship had no fully started to develop, and Morgan sighed. He couldn't do this, so far away from the other man. Getting up from the bench he sat on, he moved to scooch into the one Puck was on, his arm draping over the back of it as he faced him. "Puck," his hand moved to cup his cheek. Where would he even start? "You're an amazing man. You're a loving dad, a loyal brother, and a sweet son. I've seen the way you are with people. I've seen how you treat everyone with respect and kindness. You're gentle, and smart, and funny. Why wouldn't I be in love with you?" His thumb gently caressed the skin, feeling that five o'clock shadow under his fingertip. "Don't answer that," Morgan gently smiled, hoping it would offer a bit of lightheartedness that he imitated Puck. "I'm lucky to just be in your presence."

PUCK had been doing so well with not giving into his heart and his body since he walked in here. Hadn't initiated any touching, didn't flirt with Morgan, hadn't tried to just sweet talk him into a smile and easy conversation. Hadn't tried to use sex as an apology or way to avoid verbal communication. It all worked because Morgan was across from him, He wasn't close enough for casual touches or not so casual one. They were sharing a space but they weren't in each other's space. It worked so long as there was space. But now, he's confessed his love and Puck watched as the tall man got up and part of him thought he was going to leave, maybe go pay the bill or go to the bathroom or just run out. Anything to give Puck more space. But instead as he eyes watched him slide on the the bench right next to him, his heart started racing and he could smell him, he was so close. God, he'd missed his smell, it was comforting and usually it calmed him, but right now he'd never been less calm. Then a large hand cupped his cheek and he let out all that tension he'd been holding since Morgan had texted him to talk. His eyes closed briefly as he, against his better judgement, leaned into the touch. As he opened his eyes, Morgan actually answered his question and every word made him swoon, there wasn't a better way to put it. Made his heart swell and his stomach flip. All he wanted was this man and Eva and whatever life they could build with each other. As he used his words against him, he felt the corners of his mouth move into a smile. He leaned forward to rest his forehead against the other man's so he could just breathe him in. "I'm lucky just to be in your presence." Suddenly his father's voice started to whisper. 'He wouldn't be saying that if he knew what kind of man you really were. Tell him Noah, tell him while he was realizing his love for you, you were fucking someone else. Fuck, he wanted to kiss him, he wanted to say it back but he couldn't because he didn't deserve any of this. Morgan only thought those thing because he didn't really know him, hadn't figured out he was only useful for a good time, not a long time. He's a prett smile and night fun, that's it. Morgan deserved to know. Pulling away, the hardest thing he's had to do in a while, he made himself look at his former lover. "I punched a wall in lockdown. That's how I hurt my hand. But before that, I got wasted and slept with someone else. I'm not the man you think I am. I'm not good and I'm not worth loving." A pause as he held back tears for the second time in two days. "I'm my father's son." His voice cracked on the last word and a tear escaped and rolled down his cheek.

MORGAN wanted to lean in, wanted to kiss Puck's soft lips and just move on from everything that had happened. Sitting there, getting to look into his deep dark eyes had the man craving being close to him, in the way that he almost had himself crawling into his lap, but he kept his control and didn't. But dammit, if he didn't want to pay for this half-eaten breakfast so the two men could just go home and be pressed up against one another. His hand moved from Puck's cheek to his thigh, giving it a soft squeeze as he slowly started to lean in, wanting to seal his speech with a kiss. But he stopped when Puck spoke up. Not only to hear him out, out of pure respect, but also because there was a confession involved there. Puck had slept with someone else. Again. Leaning back again, Morgan kept his eyes on Puck's, searching for that "JUST KIDDING" that would maybe follow what he'd just admitted. But it never came. His jaw clenched, and he removed his hand from the other man's thigh. He ran it through his beard instead, looking away from Puck as he tried to gather his thoughts. What the hell was he supposed to say? "Y'know," he sighed, before looking back at the other man. "You might've done those things, but you are still every single thing I just told you - you are still every single thing that I feel for you," Morgan told him, before getting up from his seat. "You're no one else but your own person, Puck. And maybe takin' ownership of that, instead of minimizing yourself to his worth would help you see what Eva and I see and feel for ya," he pulled his wallet out, and put the cash onto the table, paying for their meals. "And maybe - hopefully - it'd stop you from drinkin' and havin' sex with people you don't have feelings for," he sniffed, feeling his throat close up. "I'm here when you've figured that out, okay?" And with that, Morgan turned around, walking out of the diner with a big gaping hole in his chest, where his heart once was.

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puckhq · 1 month ago

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right now the right kind of love is the love that lets go || MORUCK

tagging: Morgan Weston ( @morgan-weston ) & Noah Puckerman

date & time: October 20, 2024 in the morning time

location: A little diner of the side of a road halfway between Puck's house and Morgan's Ranch

warnings: none!

summary: After both men had a crying Eva on their shouler, Morgan reached out to Puck so that they could talk and neither one of them though this is where they would end up.

word count: 5,038

#morgan weston ― 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜 #f2f °( ft. morgan )#― interaction tag #°𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙜 ↳ f2f

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gleegirlimagines · 4 years ago

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Getting the Girl

The Titans were in need of a kicker after Kurt quit the team. If you asked her, that was the reason Y/N was trying out. If you asked Matt, Mike, or Puck, the reason she was trying out was to finally shut Finn Hudson up once and for all. The oaf had made Y/N his latest target to pick on. Mainly because he knew of her crush on his girlfriend Quinn. He liked to rub it in her face that HE was dating her and not Y/N. She couldn't take any more of it. So she decided that she was gonna be McKinley's next kicker.

Puck, Mike, and Matt had tried to talk Y/N out of it but to no avail. So, being the good friends they are, they decided to help Y/N. As they took to the field to help her practice, Sue and the Cheerios had made their way out to do their cardio for the day. The group on the field failed to notice a certain head cheerleader watching them practice along with Santana and Brittany. "Ah, so looks like Y/N is trying out for the team. That's hot." Santana said. Brittany giggled and agreed. "Do you think she'll help me achieve my perfect record of making out with everyone at school?" Quinn's head whipped around. "What?" "Yeah. I have a list of everyone I've made out with and she's not on it. It would mean a lot if she said yes." Quinn shook her head in disbelief before going back to watching the group. Suddenly, a voice called out from behind them. "Hey babe!" Quinn mentally groaned as Santana did it loudly for her. Finn walked up to the trio smiling. He leaned down to kiss Quinn but she turned her head, making him collide with her cheek. "Brittany, Santana." Santana gave him a fake smile as Brittany did the same. "I'm gonna go ask her."

Before Quinn could protest, both Santana and Brittany ran off in the direction of Y/N and the boys. Finn looked where the girls where headed and scoffed. "What's that freak doing out here?" Quinn glared at him. "She's trying out for your team. You need a kicker do you not?" Finn's jaw dropped. "Yeah. But we don't need a fucking dyke on our team. People aren't gonna take us seriously!" He whined. Quinn sighed. "Finn. They don't take you seriously now. What makes you think that's gonna change if a girl joins the team?" Finn groaned. "I'm gonna go give her a piece of my fucking mind. Dykes don't belong on the team." Finn stormed off as Quinn followed after him.

Y/N was talking to Santana and Brittany about things when Finn walked up to them. "Finnocence. Can't you see me and B are trying to seal the deal here?" Finn glared at the two. "And I don't give a flying fuck Lopez. I'm more worried about the fact that there's a dyke freak trying out for my team." Y/N rolled her eyes. "Because you guys suck and need a kicker. That's where I step in Hudson because obviously you can't lead us to a win." Finn scoffed. "I'm the best quarterback this school has ever had. And if you're only trying out for kicker, then why are you also throwing the ball around? It's called kicker, not quarterback." Puck spoke up. "Because idiot, we know Tanaka is gonna test her other skills. And maybe, if we're lucky, he might realize that she's a better quarterback than you."

Finn lunged at the mohawked boy before Y/N shoved him back. "Leave the fucking field Finn. We're done talking to you." He glared at her before turning to Quinn. "Let's go." Quinn stood there not moving. "Quinn. Let's go!" Quinn put on her ice queen glare and turned to the boy. "No Finn. I still have stuff to do. You can go." Finn stood in shock and stormed off to his car. Santana and Brittany looked at Y/N. They were extremely turned on. "So Y/N, does our offer still stand?" Y/N smirked. "Totally." Both Brittany and Santana kissed her cheek before running off.

Puck slapped Y/N on the shoulder. "Good for you dude." Y/N smirked before looking at Quinn who was glaring at her. "What Fabray? Jealous?" Quinn glared at the girl before running off. Matt spoke up. "What's got her panties in a bunch?" Y/N shrugged. "I don't know. Let's get back to practice though."

Y/N followed the boys to their locker room to get their stuff. No one was at school so it would be fine and Y/N was already cool with the team. When they all walked in, they heard groaning and moaning. They all looked at each other and poked their heads around the column of lockers to find a shocking scene.

Finn Hudson was fucking a cheerleader that wasn't Quinn Fabray. All four people witnessing was shocked. Y/N felt anger course through her veins. How dare this idiot cheat on Quinn. Y/N pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures and videos before all four of them hauled ass out of the locker room.

They ran all the way to Y/N's car. "Holy fuck. What the fuck just happened?" Y/N was still shocked. Puck was angry. "He's a fucking idiot for cheating on her. She needs to know. Hey, maybe if you tell her Y/N she'll give you a chance!" Y/N looked at him. "Are you serious Puck? Really?"

Two days later, after a successful tryout on Y/N's part, pictures of Finn and the girl fucking in the locker room were posted all over the school. Y/N was standing at her locker getting her books when Santana and Brittany walked up to her. "So. We had fun at Breadstix last night. You're actually really cool." Y/N smiled at the girls. "Thank you Santana. And Brittany I hope your record is now perfect." The blonde smiled and nodded. "All thanks to you. Also, have you seen Quinn? I wanna check up on her." Y/N shook her head. "No. It sucks though. Finn is an idiot." Santana nodded. "But hey, you get to have a chance with her." Y/N giggled and shut her locker. "You're starting to sound like Puck." The three walked off to class, not knowing that two people had overheard their conversation.

Y/N was walking to class texting Puck about the game when she was yanked into an empty classroom. "Hey what the fu-!" She was cut off by a hand on her mouth. "Shhh or we'll get in trouble." Y/N finally processed who yanked her in the room. "Quinn?" The blonde smiled at the girl and took her hand off her mouth. "Hi." Y/N smiled at the girl's shyness. "Hi. What's going on? Why did you yank me in here?" Quinn didn't say anything and just pressed her lips against Y/N's. Y/N kissed back almost instantly. The pair pulled away when air was a necessity. "I broke it off with Finn. I wanted to thank you for those pictures." Y/N stuttered before Quinn cut her off again. "Puck told me after I grilled him about it." Y/N's jaw dropped. "That snitch." Quinn giggled. "No. You should thank him. By the way, I'm gonna be cheering for you and only you tonight." She walked off swaying her hips as Y/N watched mesmerized. God, she couldn't wait for tonight.

The game was going awful. Every time Y/N stepped onto the field, Finn would do something to get her tackled. She was hurting all over and Coach kept yelling at Finn and Y/N was getting stressed. She sat on the bench cradling her ribs after a particularly hard hit when Quinn snuck up behind her. "What's up with Finn? Why is he putting you in situations where you're getting hurt?" Y/N shrugged and groaned. "I don't know." Puck ran up to Y/N after coming off the field. "He found out you took and posted the pictures. One of our teammates saw us posting them and overheard us talking about catching Finn in the act." Quinn gasped. Y/N sat shocked. "Fuck."

The game just got worse. Y/N got tackled time and time again much to the amusement of Finn. Tanaka called a timeout during the second quarter. "Hudson what the fresh HELL are you doing out there?! You're killing our kicker!" Finn smirked and sat back on the bench. "Well coach, some people need to be taught a lesson. I'm just doing my job." Tanaka's face turned red. "Did you just blatantly admit that you're doing this shit on purpose?" Finn blanched. "U-um no?" Tanaka pulled him up by his jersey. "YOURE BLOWING THIS GAME FOR US BECAUSE YOU GOT CAUGHT FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE?!" The team snickered at how scared Finn looked. "Y/L/N! You're playing quarterback for the rest of the game. Jameson! You're taking Y/N's place as kicker! Get back on the field!"

Y/N as quarterback was going great. She had managed to get the Titans back in the lead without a dance to distract the other team. Y/N could see Finn sitting on the bench fuming. Behind the bench however was a much better sight. Quinn smiling her million dollar Cheerio smile while yelling for the Titans. God, she was falling for this girl. Hard and fast.

The Titans ended up winning much to everyone's satisfaction (except Finn's). As Y/N was getting changed in the girl's locker room, the door swung open to reveal the oaf in question. Y/N rolled her eyes. "What do you want Hudson?" He glared at the girl. "I want you gone. Off the team. Away from my girl." Y/N smirked. "From what I've heard, she's not really your "girl" anymore." Finn saw red as he swung and connected with the girl's jaw. He only managed to get one hit in before Tanaka was bursting in pulling him off the girl and out of the locker room. Puck, Mike, and Matt helped the girl up. "Damn dude. He really packs a punch." Y/N shrugged. "I'll be okay."

Y/N had her bag on her shoulder as her and the boys headed out of the locker room. Mike had been nice enough to get her some ice for her jaw. As she walked holding the ice against her face, she caught Quinn's eye. She was standing with her parents hoping to introduce them to Y/N. At the sight of Y/N's jaw, she gasped, dropped her Cheerio bag and ran towards the girl. Y/N jumped at the blonde girl suddenly appearing in front of her. "What happened to your jaw? Was it one of their players? I'll kick their ass." Y/N chuckled at the girl's worry. "It wasn't one of their players Q. It was your ex. He ambushed me in the locker room saying that he wanted me off the team and away from you. I'm okay."

Hazel eyes filled with fury as she called Santana and Brittany over. The two suddenly appeared. "What's up Q?" "I want Finn slushied and dumpster tossed for the rest of forever." Y/N went to protest but Quinn put her hand up. "No. He deserves it after all he did to you." Santana smirked. "Aye aye Cap." The two smiled at Y/N before walking off. "I was hoping to introduce you to my parents. They want to meet you." Y/N froze. "Your p-parents?" Quinn smiled at the girl's nervousness before pecking her lips. "Yes. My parents." "Ah, so this is the famous Y/N Quinnie?" Y/N looked behind Quinn to find a blonde woman who looked identical to Quinn standing next to a tall, blonde man. "Yes. Mom, dad, this is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is Judy and Russell Fabray."

Y/N smiled as best as she could before wincing. "Oh dear. What happened to your face?" Judy cupped Y/N's face. Quinn's eyes darkened. "Finn happened. He ambushed her on the locker room. Y/N is the one who caught him cheating on me." Russell spoke up. "Well I'm glad you caught him Y/N. He didn't deserve my daughter anyway. Now Y/N, my Quinnie has spoken very highly of you. What are your intentions with my daughter?" Y/N looked at Quinn. "To love and appreciate her for as long she'll have me. If your concern with me sir is if I'll treat her better than Finn, then you don't have to worry because I will." Judy and Quinn looked at the girl with shining eyes. Russell smiled and held out his hand. "Welcome to the family Y/N." Y/N smiled and shook his hand. Quinn wrapped her arms around the taller girl's waist, burying her head in her chest. "Can we go home and watch a movie and cuddle?" Y/N smiled and leaned down to peck Quinn's lips.

"Lead the way baby girl."

#quinn fabray x reader #glee imagine #quinn fabray #finn hudson #santana lopez #brittany s pierce #noah puckerman #mike chang #matt rutherford

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nancysgillians · 4 years ago

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I'm so invested in this AU that I'm coming of anon to continue asking! So, one of the big things with Grey's anatomy is always the mid-season/end of season catastrophe, right? What are some of the big ones you can see happening in Glee's Anatomy?

oh dang the mid season and end season and sometimes even first episode ill never forgive the show for george catastrophes are the most memorable and traumatic things on grey’s. this is glee characters so these won’t be too heavy as i personally can’t put them through too much trauma. it is a fine balance of hijinks, comedy, and drama on glee’s anatomy.

there is much triggering content so i put it under a cut and will tag it with anything people need! for more info about this au check here and here.

some of the things i imagine would happen in glee’s anatomy;

- burt has a heart attack kurt’s fourth year as a surgical resident and mike handles the case. kurt trusts mike but rachel believes she could do better and kurt has to remind her that if she had the chance to marry finn it would make burt family and you can’t operate on family and rachel is kurt’s family. its a wonderful hummelberry moment. kitty is the intern who assists and that’s when kurt recognizes kitty’s talent for cardio. there’s a freak storm that has the ER swamped and causes the power to go out temporarily during burt’s surgery. santana forces kurt to the ER to support incoming traumas and keep him from hovering. burt recovers and there are no complications.

- they’ve all finished residency and are thriving in their fields. tina is in a car accident on the way back from an organ recovery surgery. everything seems fine when they are brought to the hospital but kurt ends up discovering that tina has a brain tumor. mike shuts down and quinn can’t operate on her fiance (yes i slipped in poly quinntike) so kurt has to operate. quinn and mike are banned by tina from interfering and since the tumor is not impeding her abilities, decision making, etc. there is no reason for her lovers to take over making medical decisions. quinn and kurt get into a heated argument mercedes is caught between that almost causes quinn to lose her job when marley talks to the chief of surgery about what is going on. tinas surgery goes well and quinn and kurt reconcile but quinn asks for a sabbatical to take care of tinas recovery and ends up starting research on an award winning neuro technique.

- early on in their surgical residencies, santana struggles with following the rules when she thinks there are morally right ways to handle a case. santana and brittany are on a peds case where santana suspects that the father is abusing the child. they gather a ton of evidence and call family services. brittany covers for her after surgery when santana tries to keep the father from finding the kid until family services can intervene but santana gets cornered by the uncle who she believes is sympathetic and would take care of the kid. it turns out it was the uncle who was harming the child and santana has to set off the fire alarms and evacuate the building to get away from the uncle. santana receives several third degree burns and a broken arm from the physical altercation with the uncle but the kid remains unharmed. santana is treated primarily by mercedes. this is the case that makes brittany focus on being an OBGYN rather than a peds surgeon while santana buckles down on the rush of adrenaline caused from crisis situations. she’s working on controlling her impulses with the hospital ordered therapist.

- finns death happened in the hosptial. this is the worst catastrophe and it impacts them all. this happens when they are in their third year as surgical residents. blaine is actually the last friend to see finn alive and their conversation was an argument about how to treat a patient. though it ended with them confirming weekend plans to hang out with kurt, puck, artie, mike, and sam, blaine will always remember that finn told blaine he sometimes takes too many risks in surgery when a more conservative approach will also save them. a shooter lockdown is called at the hospital and everyone is at work but no one can reach or find finn. finn is hidden in a nurses lounge with the nurse the shooter is looking for. finn takes a bullet for the nurse right before they are found. the nurse does her best but finn did not have much time left and he leaves her with some final words to pass onto his friends and family. this incident is hugely traumatic and pretty much impacts the whole hospital staff - the nurse quits, most of them are mandated therapy following the trauma and kurt and rachel take a whole month off for bereavement.

- blaine’s grief following finn’s death is held tightly bottled. blaine tries to be strong for kurt who is in turn hiding his grief from blaine. blaine is also taking on a lot of finn’s cases and questions himself daily on what the best course of action is while seriously struggling with his mental health. enter a 14 year old who is gay bashed by school bullies that blaine, puck, and santana have to treat. during surgery puck is candid about being a bully and so is santana and they regret the times they would taunt kids about being different. blaine, who is already feeling this case is too personal, starts to spiral and confides in his colleagues that he was gay bashed at the same age and it caused him to become a surgeon. he vents his frustration about what happened and how it changed him. the kid pulls through and blaine breaks down post-surgery. blaine texts kurt to head home without him and blaine heads to the local bar. matt the bartender ends up calling kurt to come pick up blaine hours later when he passes out at the bar. blaine starts to lash out at colleagues at work, he spends a lot of time at the bar, and kurt and blaine have trouble communicating and they consider taking a break (they are currently engaged at this point). there's a turning point in one of their arguments when blaine makes a comment about him taking too many risks and how even finn thought so. kurt figures out that blaine needs to talk to a therapist more than just the hospital mandated sessions. kurt goes back to therapy as well and learns to share what he’s feeling regarding finn’s death.

if you recognize some of the storylines adapted - good. there is not a single tragic event that grey’s has not covered at this point but i refuse to subject the glee group to all of them!

#tw: death #tw: abuse #tw: car accident #tw: heart attack #tw: gay bashing #tw: gun violence #glee's anatomy #glee au #glee crossover #nd #new directions

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allelitefics · 5 years ago

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Powerful

Characters: Santana x Reader

Warnings: smut, definitely smut, a little angst.

Summary: Santana needs to step up with you before he loses you completely. This one is for @allelitexo who requested something to be written about Santana. Love those guys but Santana is def my favorite as well.

...that was the only Santana gif i liked... lol

You were the girl who had the personality that just attracted people towards you. Even when you tried to downplay it, so that you weren't bringing attention to yourself, it never made a difference. Being in a job where you are social all the time was something you knew you'd excel at, and as a wrestling fan being in charge of the social media department for All Elite Wrestling was a blessing.

One of your favorite things about working for AEW was that it really was like a family, since day one you could just feel it in the air. You had prior experience working for some other indie promotions, and it was definitely different when you stepped foot on your first day into AEW. There were also some people that you automatically clicked with and they were all pretty different, one of them being Santana ... you both immediately bonded over growing up in NYC - although he grew up in the Bronx and you grew up a less rough area, you often found yourselves talking about different spots you both went to growing up. Joey Janela was another one of your favorites, same thing growing up in the same general area, and you worked with Joey a lot on the indies. You loved the girls that they brought into the roster Britt Baker and Brandi quickly became ladies you looked up to, as well as the makeup team they might've been your favorites to hang around during your down time.

Dynamite was your favorite part about AEW because of everyone going out together afterwards. Of course some would opt out, but you loved the socializing, it was honestly super motivating and promoted your own mental health. Every Wednesday the crew would find a spot, whether it was a local bar or the hotel bar - and you were there with your whiskey sour or glass of wine depending on your mood.

Santana was in the corner of the bar with his tag partner of several years, Ortiz. He watched you, he always watched you and became more and more protective as time went on. You weren't dumb, you always felt his eyes on you, watching every movement you made. He had quickly become one of your best friends, at least thats how you felt. If you were ever lonely, he was the first one you texted. No matter what time, day or night, he was there. But on these nights you went out as a group you found yourself surrounded by Joey, Britt, sometimes Sammy and a few others and Santana would isolate himself.

An hour after being at the bar and him remaining in the same area you finally went over after a conversation with the group came to an end. "Hey!" you say with excitement, glass in hand from behind him running your hand down his bicep to get his attention. He turned around with a smirk, "Hey baby girl, whatchu up to?" "Why don't you come join the group? Come hang out with me." you say, trying your hardest to charm him. You really didn't have to try that hard because he wanted you, he really did. "I'll come over in a bit." he says. You feel yourself slump, because he says that every damn week and never does. You frown slightly, "Yeah..right." You turn to walk away and once there is no way for you to hear them Ortiz speaks up. "What the hell man!" he says hitting Santana's shoulder. "What?!" "Maaaaaan, for WEEKS! She's been hinting at you, what the hell." "I don't know man, I'd do literally anything for her. She's too good and I man...you know me I fuck up every relationship I'm in." Ortiz shook his head in disappointment. "You ain't even gonna give it a shot?? You're pushing her right into Janela's arms.. literally." he said nodding over to where you were with the group.

You dug the hot dirtbag kind of thing that Joey had, for some odd reason you did. So you didn't mind the flirtatious relationship the two of you had developed. But he wasn't what you wanted and it made you so bummed out that 30 minutes had passed and you didn't even see Santana in the bar anymore.

You whipped out your phone to text him. "Where did you go?" you sent to him. "Back to my room, sorry baby." You hated when he called you petnames, especially when he knew you were probably pissed. "What the fuck Santana." you sent back to him and then put your phone away, you didn't even want to see what kind of reply he would come up with. You were completely helpless when it came to him though, you were attracted to everything about him. That thug vibe was a huge turn on for you, and you found yourself constantly looking at his social media, especially the photos in the gym, you were smitten hard. At the same time as much as you wanted him you couldn't keep with the empty promises from him. Maybe this would've been that indicator that you two wouldn't make it as a couple.

When you got back to your room that night you slumped right onto the king sized bed in your room and finally pulled your phone back out, several unread texts from Santana. "Let's see tonights excuses" you say to yourself.

"I'm sorry, I was really tired" ..the first text. "You know that I love spending time with you" ... "Shit, are you really going to ignore me?" .. "Text me when you get back to the room?" .. "I'm sorry Y/N." "At least let me know that you made it back safely.." ..

That last one got to you, because if he hung out with you tonight then he would know you got back safely. Asshole. You roll your eyes, not wanting to send him anything back, but you couldn't help yourself.

"I'm fine and back in my room." you texted him. He immediately texted you back which made you smile a little, at least he's been waiting by his phone all night, maybe panicking a little. "Are you mad at me?" "What the fuck do you think?" .. you hated to be like that, but at this point thats often the language you two used with each other. "I know, can I come by your room?" You sat there and threw your head back because you were annoyed with yourself because you knew you were going to say okay. But if he came by tonight, something would need to happen because if it didn't, then this friendship/flirtatiousness had to end. "201" you responded. 5 minutes later and he was there at your door, white v-neck shirt, his adidas workout pants and he always had the best shoes for his outfits. Just in that simple outfit he looked so damn good. The mix of alcohol and loneliness had you wanting him more tonight than you had before. You opened the door then turned around. "You gonna be cold to me?" "I don't know Santana, I'm so over this shit." "What shit?" You were so annoyed he was playing the stupid card. "Oh my god, this...us....either put up or shut-up because this is ju-" you were quickly cut off from your rant with his lips pressing against yours and his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you closer into him. He broke apart after a few moments. "I'm done too, let's do this, forreal." "Really?" you ask with big eyes which makes him smirk down at you. "Yeah." "Ugh finally." you say and you pull him back towards you for your lips to press against each others one more time. Your back hits the mattress and you knew all the tension was going to be let go tonight. Your legs wrapped around him as he then kneels up to take his shirt off. He nods at you gesturing that if you don't do the same he'll rip your shirt off in a second. You sit up and do the same and then he continues to kiss you, your lips, down to your neck, when he gets to your hips, he pulls down the jeans you had been wearing, your panties soaked at this moment and he bit his lip when he looked back up at you. You were so nervous but so eager. "You want this right?" you double checks. "Yes!" you say rolling your eyes and that just fuels him with confidence. You knew Santana was an experienced guy and really had no doubts about his talents in bed, but damn it was better than you ever expected. The way his tongue moved against your most sensitive area, then pumping his fingers inside of you, you were completely his melting right into him. "Mmmmm, fuuuck" you moaned out when you were coming close to your climax. "Cum for me baby...cum for me now" he starts sweet and then growls and you feel yourself tighten around his fingers, his tongue flicking against your nub. When you came, it was that release you'd been craving and that was just with his tongue and fingers alone. You pulled him to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips. You then look at each other and he searches your eyes, wanting them to tell him what to do next. "Fuck me" you let out. That damn smirk, it showed on his face once again, he did exactly what you told him. You moaned out loud when you felt him ease his length into you and you gripped onto his biceps. "You good baby?" You nodded as the breaths you took got more and more shallow. Time was nonexistent as he put you in all kinds of positions and then finally both of you climaxing at the same time.

He laid on his back his arms sprawled out and pulled you into him. "I'm sorry...fuck I've been an asshole." "Not an asshole, just an idiot." He laughs, "Yeah okay, an idiot. I don't want to hurt you, that's all I'm worried about." You look up at him now, resting your chin on his chest. "Stop doubting yourself, if you could just be the Santana I know, then we'll be fine." A genuine smile creeps upon his lips as his hand moves to the back of your head pulling you in for another sensual kiss.

#lax fanfiction #santana and ortiz #santana x reader #santana aew fanfic

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thctemptress · 4 years ago

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DEVELOPMENT: Jilly Bean

JEZEBEL made her way out of her bedroom, throwing her purse over shoulder as she picked up her pink glitter dance bag. Once she mentally checked that she wasn’t forgetting anything, JEZEBEL began walking down the hall of her grandmother’s home.

“Jilly? Is that you, baby?” A soothing southern drawl called out, causing JEZEBEL to halt her stride.

“It’s me, Meemaw.” JEZEBEL replied as she walked into the room from which the voice came from. “What you still doin’ up? Don’t tell me you got plans.” She teased as she approached her grandmother’s bed, sitting on the edge beside her.

“Now what plans Imma have?” She inquired with a puzzled look.

“You might have a hot date, who am I to assume.” JEZEBEL continued to joke, a playful grin easing onto her face.

“Girl..” She fell into a fit of laughter so infectious, JEZEBEL couldn’t help but join in. “My ‘hot date’ days are long gone, baby. Trust me. But you on the other hand should be on one of them ‘hot dates’ so you can hurry up and gimme some great grandbabies.”

“Meemaw, pleaseee.” JEZEBEL replied, releasing a tiresome groan. “Don’t start that tonight. I already told you, you’re my focus right now. You all the baby I need, okay.”

“And I already told YOU that I’m grown. So grown in fact that Imma be gone soon-”

“Meemaw, Ion wanna hear you talking like that.” JEZEBEL interrupted, shaking her head at the thought of her grandmother not being around. Although JEZEBEL knew what her grandmother was saying was true, she always tried not to think about it. Seeing her grandmother sick like this was already hard enough, the thought of the result of her illness scared her.

“Now, I don’t mean to upset you, baby. But we gotta stop tiptoeing around the truth. Fact of the matter is, I’m going to die and I won’t be here to love on you. All I can do is watch from my seat beside God and all his other children. I don’t want to leave knowing you’re alone out here. You are deserving of the love you’ve given me. Jilly Bean, you need to live for you. I have had enough of being your burden.”

“You are not a burden, don’t say that!” JEZEBEL interjected, the sadness and frustration she usually hid now seeping in her tone. “Meemaw, I love you. You have always treated me like a daughter, even when I was acting like a bratty teenager. Even with all the attitude and defiance, you loved me and never gave up on me.You’ll never be a burden to me. Don’t ever think that.” She continued, tears now threatening to fall from her dark brown orbs.

“Don’t cry now baby... I ain’t tryna upset you none.”

“I know, Meemaw. I’m just....” JEZEBEL tried so hard to say what was on her mind but the words never formed. Out of fear that she would end up sobbing, she decided against continuing the conversation.”It’s getting late, I gotta get to the club before Uncle Santana curse me out. You need anything?”

“No, baby. Gon’ head and go, the night nurse will be hee soon. I already got my water. Gon’ head, get.” She playfully shooed her away, offering a warm smile to lighten the mood.

“Aight I’m goin’, I’m goin’.” JEZEBEL chuckled some, taking a deep breath as she regained her composure. “I love you, Meemaw.” She slowly got up and leaned down to plant soft kiss on her grandmother’s forehead before turning around to walk out the room.

“Love you, baby. Knock ‘em dead, thunderstorms only.” She called out in support of her granddaughter.

“Oh, they gon’ make it rain fa’ sho. Thunderstorms only.” JEZEBEL replied giving her grandmother one last smile before she finally left her room.

#𝒥𝐸𝒵𝐸𝐵𝐸𝐿 — development.

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migleefulmoments · 5 years ago

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I'm a psych major - i seriously believe that the CC fandom is a cult - the hate they send is cult like mentality, they have something seriously wrong with them. Like mentally. I wouldn't be surprised if one of them got arrested for harassment of C or D or their partners.

Come off anon and chat with me...there is a lot to unpack and I won’t do it publicly.

There is definite some mental health issues for in that fandom. I too keep wondering how far they will push it. If not them, will some follower of theirs do something stupid because they are emboldened by the rhetoric that the ccc leaders spew?

Whether the anons are real or the leaders of the ccc are sending anons to themselves-or it’s a combination of both- is unclear to me, what I do know is that the answers they are giving are consistently and purposefully misleading and often outright lies.

Two recent examples of their outrageous lies;

1. ANON::

“...have u seen naya say on the podcast that C was actually upset about santana's rant to kurt in that episode... because it was so real? it really makes u think that there was for sure one writer thay really did have it out for chris...

ajw720 answered:

That rant was 100% directed at C and it was divined by RM. He is raging with jealousy towards C, he has everything, looks, talent, creativity, and D. And things completely feel apart when RM realized C was genuine competition. You realize Blainofsky was punishment to CC for acting out that past summer? He literally broke up the fan favorite couple on the show during the last season for revenge. And he despises C in particular. And that rant was not aimed at K/urt. It was aimed at C. And I am glad N/aya commented on it, I can’t imagine how she felt being used on that manner.

FACT CHECK:

Had she spent 2 minutes Googling this she would have realized that fact Brad Falchuk-not Ryan Murphy- wrote Jagged Little Tapestry thus invalidating her entire theory.

Everything she said about Ryan Murphy in this paragraph is simply her fantasy. Ryan is a very successful and powerful Hollywood writer, producer, and director. He is also gay and married with young children and Is a powerful LGBQT advocate. His youngest son waged a 2-year battle with Neuroblastoma from 2016-2018. Neuroblastoma is a vicious form of childhood cancer that requires intense treatment. I used to be an pediatric oncology/bone marrow transplant nurse and this cancer and treatment is no joke.

Ryan Murphy is very creative- he created and wrote episodes of Glee, 911, and Nip/Tuck, AHS, ACS, and the upcoming The Politician. Check out his IMDB (X).

He has won numerous awards and nurtured a lot of queer content including Pose which hired both LGBTQ actors and staff making it highly unlikely that he would closet a gay actor.

She suggested Ryan is jealous of Chris because of his “looks” and his relationship with Darren. There is nothing to suggest that Ryan is unhappy in his married, his attracted to much younger or is attracted to Chris and/ Darren. Ryan called his husband, “His rock” in 2018 when talking about their son’s illness.

Abby ignores Ryan’s real life story, instead because it doesn’t fit her fanfiction character profile she created for Ryan.

2. ANON:

“....is it a known fact to the whole fandom that f/etusm/iarren is M/ia ?” (X)

chrisdarebashfulsmiles answered:

Hi, you know, i think (my opinion) that m/iarrens are ignoring purposely this fact. Like.. they have seen everything happening or showed here and decided to say “hey, you know? i don’t care”. Like they do with everything that is not part of the “D is straight” tale.

Let’s say that most of us have an idea about who the minions are (if they exists and i think i can tell you that maybe one is a real person)… but it’s irrelevant.

The account still exists because, and believe me i don’t know how this is possible, the stans who follow that account are more “m/ia stans” (the ones that bother us on our blogs and in blogs dedicated to hate and mock us) than “D stans. Let me tell you one thing: i speak with a good bunch of “m/iarren” that are D stans and we are on the same page, we worry for D. No talk of bullshit with them. Most of them understood that something wasn’t ok and they left their fandom, without becoming part of the cc one. Others are still here but more subtle and still respectful.

And I see why: because they want to understand what is wrong.

Anyway: D’s team gives her stuff, and this is one of the problem.

FACT CHECK:

In truth, there are very few “Mia stans” and a lot of “Darren stans”. The CCCers refuse to listen to what their anons actually say. Instead they pigeon-hole people into categories based on their own needs and they need us to be unreasonable and obsessed with Mia rather than Darren for their self-righteous antics to work.

Nobody that I am aware of is purposefully ignoring credible evidence that Darren is gay. None of us are looking at the “evidence “ and saying “hey, we don’t care”. The fact is that very few people care if Darren is gay or straight and the “evidence” is nonsense. I have yet to year one thing that sounds credible. Anyone else?

I did a very rudimentary look her claim that “The account still exists because, and believe me i don’t know how this is possible, the stans who follow that account are more “m/ia stans” than “D Stans”. I sampled 280 Fetu/sMiarr/en followers:

The vast majority were private accounts aka we cannot say why they are interested in the account.

4 or 0.1% called themselves Mi/arrens

10 or 3.5% listed Kl/aine or Gle/e in their profile

15 or 5.3% listen Darre/n or posted photos of him alone

1 or 0.03% was a Guns ‘N Hoses page DING DING DING we found the Mia Stan.

Darren’s team gives her stuff? What exactly would Darren’s team need to give her? She is his wife. She goes everywhere with him. they own a home and bar together.

Chrisdarebashfulsmiles had a rare moment of honestly when she said “Believe me I don’t know how this is possible”. The truth is. it isn’t possible. it’s all made up.

Abby stuck her nose in to the conversation with this wisdom:

ajw720

And a lot of the stans who refuse to accept it, need M because she is the only thing that makes d straight. And they know as soon as they start to question, they have to face reality

Um, no Abs, Mia is not the only thing that makes Darren straight.

Darren is straight because he is a man who is sexually attracted to women....the very definition of “straight”.

Darren has identified as straight for 9 years.

Your confusion around his sexual orientation is simply your refusal to respect his word because you believe you know more than he does about his own feelings-however that isn’t a valid argument.

His marriage to Mia is a personal decision to build a life with the woman he loves and has been in a relationship with for 9 years or so.

Let’s look at Darren’s own words over the years:

2011 'Glee' Star Darren Criss Comes Out—As A Straight Guy!(X)

"I think it's more empowering to everybody, including myself, if I'm articulate about identifying myself as a straight male playing a gay character," the actor says in the Hollywood issue of Out magazine. "Ultimately, that's more powerful for both communities."

When Criss first got the role of Blaine, he admits that he wanted to deflect questions about his sexual orientation, giving reporters answers like, "It doesn't matter if I'm gay or straight." But he decided that it was better if he was just honest and straightforward. Besides, he explains, he owes a huge part of his identity to gay role models.

2011 “Glee Star Darren Criss Dishes on Kissing Lea Michele & Losing Out To Cory Monteith (X)

I’ve been pretty overt about the fact that I am straight,” Darren told Billy and Kit. “I think it’s an important thing to be explicit about — not for my own sexuality, but just as a general statement that I am comfortable with my sexuality and very comfortable with the fact that I’m playing a strong gay character.”

2013 Cosmo Guy” Darren Criss On Glee’s New Chapter (X)

Q: You're not gay; you just play gay on TV. Do you ever feel the need to assert your heterosexuality?

A: No. I know who I am. I feel bad for guys who have to flex their muscles. But hey, if that's the way to make yourself feel comfortable as a man—as long as it isn't antagonizing anybody—go for it. I'm okay with your getting a Miata to feel like a dude; just don't be a dick about it.

Darren Criss Will No Longer Play Gay Characters (X)

Darren Criss has decided that he will no longer play gay characters. Why? Because he doesn’t want to be a straight actor taking potential roles from actors who actually identify as gay, he said in a recent interview with Bustle.

“There are certain [queer] roles that I’ll see that are just wonderful,” he explained. “But I want to make sure I won’t be another straight boy taking a gay man’s role.”

2018 Darren Criss on Playing Serial Killer Andrew Cunanan in ACS: Versace and Passing as White (X)

You’ve also played a lot of gay and queer characters. Has playing these parts informed how you think about your sexuality or gender? That’s a great question. God, we need like an hour. Sure, yes. Absolutely. It definitely has. I think being queer in general evokes more self-questioning than somebody who’s cisgender straight, because you really have to explore a lot of things about yourself that are meeting resistance on conventional social levels. So you have to go, “Okay, cool. Is this really how I feel?” There are questions that arise within yourself that doesn’t have to happen if you live in a hetero-normative universe. So in that sense, I think the journey of questioning oneself, which everybody does anyway — and should do— I admire that narrative. Even though I am not gay myself, or queer, I am a storyteller, and I love and appreciate the strength of character it takes for someone to get through that, whether it was difficult or not. I’ve been very blessed in my career with being allowed in the gay community. Again, as a cisgendered straight dude, that’s not lost on me. I don’t take that for granted. It’s been such a huge part of my life, even pre-Glee. I come from San Francisco doing theater, man. Like, I was raised by gay men. Not literally at home, but you know, as a young kid doing theater, my friends were these men and women in their 20s, driving me home and getting me dinner. These were my adult figures in my life, so unconsciously I’ve always had such affection for the life, whatever that means. So I guess inhabiting a gay voice is important to me because it’s a voice that I find inspiring.

These are just two of the many lies the cc fandom tell their followers in order to manipulate them into believing the fantasies that means much to them.

#cc #ccer #ccers #cc family #cc blog #ccc #CrissColfer Cult #cc fandom #crisscolfer #darren criss #mia swier #Ryan Murphy #Darren is straight

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undeniablyquinn · 7 years ago

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A game of give and take || Quinntana

WHO: Quinn Fabray & Santana Lopez

WHERE: Their dorm

WHEN: Saturday at 1:24am, October 21st

WHAT: Making up, idiocy, and stripping.

Quinn

If she had to be one of her parents for a day, she would choose Russell in a heartbeat. Her mother shared her father’s viewing on privacy, but somehow she always managed to embarrass herself one way or another, always because of the alcohol. Now that Quinn is trying really hard to open the door with one hand while the other is holding Santana’s super late dinner, she’s sure there’s no way you can fight bad genes. Sitting on her roommate’s bed is a really stupid move, considering it’s an angry Santana who’s sleeping there, but she does it anyway. “Wake up! Wak-” the hiccups were really annoying, but the stomachache was definitely worse, “I bought Olive Garden pasta and breadsticks for you.” She chuckled then because her voice sounded really funny.

Santana

It was some small miracle that Quinn wasn’t home when she came back to the dorms tonight. She knew her roommate never had plans on the weekend, so when she finally gave into the fact that she wasn’t going to be able to stay awake much longer, she’d had to mentally prepare herself to avoid eye contact and keep her mouth shut on her stumble to bed. She almost cried for joy when she opened the door and all the lights were out. Her luck lasted about an hour and a half before she was woken up from her glorious nap by the door hitting the wall that her bed was up against loudly. She sat up and blinked rapidly to clear sleep from her eyes as a blurry figure stumbled toward her. Had she not locked the door? That definitely couldn’t be– Quinn’s voice confirmed that it indeed could be, and she nearly sat on her in her not-so-graceful flop onto her bed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She scrambled to a sitting position and tried to put as much distance between herself and the blonde as possible. “You smell like cheap wine.”

Quinn

“I hate alcohol. I didn’t want to spend more than necessary on it.” She moves a bit to the side after realizing she’s kind of sitting on Santana’s feet. “Your dinner is getting cold,” she warns after a moment of silence, handing the bag to Santana and almost dropping it on her bed during the process. “It’s your favorite, please.”

Santana

“Yeah, well that makes sense, since you’re the least fun person I know.” She looked at the bag for a moment before grabbing it out of Quinn’s hands and getting out of bed abruptly. She stomped across the room, despite the fact that she’s in her panties from the waist down and she usually tries to cover herself up out of courtesy. She tosses the bag in the garbage can by the door, feeling a sad little burst of satisfaction from the act. “Gonna take more than food for this, Quinn.” She responded. “And you’re a fucking mess. Get off my bed.”

Quinn

She guessed what Santana is going to do with the food the moment she was out of bed, but her protest is silenced when her eyes focus on the girl if front of her. Santana turned back to her pretty quick, so it definitely can’t count as staring, right? Maybe if she had looked up as soon as the brunette turned around, but she didn’t. In fact, her eyes almost burn a hole in Santana’s panties. Some part of her knows exactly what she’s doing, but the other part - the one that isn’t bothering to pretend she hasn’t had sex in eight months - doesn’t really care. She feels her cheeks getting warm when she looks up to Santana anyway, because there’s a difference between not caring and not being completely embarrassed by it, and all she can say is, “You’re so… Pretty.”

Santana

Quinn’s words are so random, all she can do is stare at her dumbly in the dark. There were many ways she saw this argument going, from the other trying to ignore it completely to the tiny odds that she might actually get an apology out of her, but she’d only even seen Quinn drunk a handful of times, and she’d never been particularly flirty. “Well, yeah.” She responded, suddenly feeling a lot more exposed than she had a minute ago. “I know that, I’ve seen myself in the mirror.” Unable to handle the chill on her legs anymore, she sat back down on her bed, covering them up with the covers and staring at Quinn out of the corner of her eye.

Quinn

“I’m guessing an apology isn’t enough, then.” It’s not really a question but it does sounds a lot like one. Quinn doesn’t turn to Santana as she says it, staring at the wall before her. “I don’t know what you want from me,” she adds, because it’s true. She may be the one who wears all the masks here, but living with Santana can be very confusing too.

Santana

“It would be a good start.” She answers, having a hard time not laughing at the fact that Quinn would have rather gone out of her way to go off campus to get food from Olive Garden instead of say two tiny words. It was so ridiculous and so…. exactly like her. “I want you to stop being so awful to me.” She said honestly. “I don’t mean you have to stop calling me Satan or calling me out when I actually deserve it, but I’ve not deserved any of the shit you’ve given me lately. I get wanting to take things out on someone else, trust me, I’m an expert, but,” she turned her body toward Quinn so she could fully look at her. “I’m not the enemy here. If bringing up Rachel is a sore spot for you, fine. I’ll back off. I have other ways I can tease you. But I don’t want… I don’t have like a posse, or whatever. People I like being around and who like being around me. I thought we were at least kind of like that. It bummed me out to think you actually didn’t like me.” It’s more honest than she’d usually be comfortable being, but it was late-ish and Quinn was drunk anyway.

Quinn

This is what she mostly hated about conversations like that. She didn’t know how to do this, even if she’s aware this is a product of her upbringing. At home no one ever addressed what was wrong and having people actually being honest about the elephant in the room instead of trying to ignore it is still awkward to her. She knew it must be hard at some level to Santana as well, Quinn recognized a fellow sister when she sees one, and that’s probably the only reason she relaxed a little bit. She was almost bracing herself, but making it look casual somehow of course, a minute ago so the way she sat not so defensively now was a big change. “Rachel is… Happily taken and very much in love.” There’s no emotion in her voice when she says that, but she’s not quite successful at controlling her disappointed expression. “I can’t have an actual conversation with many people here like I can have with you and I thought you could see that. ” This seems like the closest to an I like you that Santana can get, but after a moment Quinn does add for good measure, “Life isn’t as funny without you as it is when you are around. I’m sorry I made you feel like I don’t enjoy your presence.”

Santana

Santana debated commenting on the admission for a moment, but ultimately decided against it. If the roles were reversed, she wouldn’t want someone pouring salt in the wound either. “Don’t start that ‘you should know’ bullshit again. Yeah, I understand you better than most people probably do, but that doesn’t mean you can say shit like ‘who said I liked you’ when I’m trying to be nice and I’ll understand that you’re just being broody.” Saying it out loud, it sounded a little ridiculous, like maybe she was overreacting, but she hadn’t imagined the intention behind those words. It wasn’t said jokingly, it was a pot shot in response to genuine concern. And, as lame as it sounded, it was nice to hear confirmation that Quinn did actually like her. “Okay,” She sighed, nudging the blonde with her shoulder. “We’re good. You don’t have to keep gushing about how I’m your only friend.” She didn’t know why she continued, since she’d just made up her mind not to push the Rachel issue, but for some reason, she couldn’t stop herself. “and for the record, I really like her and all, but you-know-who must be seriously damaged if she’d rather call that scruffy nerd Daddy than be with you. You’d win in a landslide based on your eyes alone. “

Quinn

Quinn chuckled, and then bumped her gently in the side. This was an almost pleasant conversation now and her expression was completely relaxed when she said, “Consider it a particularly petty form of revenge for all the mean jokes about my wardrobe and romantic life.” She didn’t expect Santana to forget about her feelings for Rachel soon, so she’s not surprised when she made yet another comment about it. What was a surprise, though, was the compliment that comes with it. Aside from glancing at Santana’s face from time to time, Quinn didn’t really look at her eyes during this conversation, but the compliment does the trick because she felt compelled to check if her roommate meant it. She can’t see much in the dark but she thought Santana’s expression was genuine. Quinn being Quinn, she wasn’t happy with the assumption and decided to ask. “You think I have pretty eyes?” Which comes out in barely more than a whisper.

Santana

Santana rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Yeah well, next time try comparing my clothes to a hooker’s uniform or something.” Her cheeks heated up when Quinn looked at her. Of course she thought she had pretty eyes, anyone who wasn’t blind could see that, but she hadn’t noticed until just now how they made it difficult to answer. She could feel a nervous giggle in her throat, but she coughed through it and broke their gaze. “I think you’ve got….very pretty eyes.”

Quinn

Quinn’s heart skipped a beat and she had to quickly stand up and walk to her bed to stop herself from doing something that she might regret, something that might shatter this peace they’re building right now. “Are you regretting that your favorite food is currently in the trash yet?” She asked, because it’s a nice, neutral question, and she’s sure Santana would thank her if she could for giving her an out. “Which… thanks, by the way. I spent some money on that, ungrateful.”

Santana

Santana sighed as Quinn got up and walked away. “Not really. I already had pasta once this week. You want me to be fat?” Still, she got up once again, picked the bag up out of the empty trash can and surveyed the damage she’d done by throwing it. “We’ll put it in the mini fridge. Just in case.” What is it exactly that you’re doing? She wanted to ask herself as she crossed the room, still mostly undressed, to stuff the bag into the refrigerator on Quinn’s side of the room. “Wouldn’t want you to have wasted daddy’s money.”

Quinn

She had almost forgotten she was drunk, until she tried to walk and barely made it to her bed. Convinced that getting up again to change into her pajamas wasn’t a good idea, Quinn gets under the blankets and starts taking her clothes off as Santana is pretending that she wasn’t as happy as she was for having a chance to rescue what’s probably going to be her lunch tomorrow from the trash. Quinn threw her pants next to her bed at the same time that Santana walked past her and she chuckled, embarrassed because anyone watching them right now would think they’re about to do something that they totally won’t. “It’s my money. I work for him, I earned it.” She finally said, secretly hoping this was going to turn into an argument just so she had something to focus on that wasn’t Santana’s bare legs. It was difficult to control the urge to steal a glance or two - and Quinn’s reasoning for that urge might not be satisfying, but thinking she only wanted to do it because they are in this constant competition made sense, to her at least, so that was clearly enough.

Santana

Santana had to laugh at Quinn stumbling over to her bed like Bambi learning to walk for the first time, and it only got worse when she was hit with her pants. “Whoa now, you’re supposed to throw your panties at rock stars, not your pants. Can’t you do anything right?” She shut the door to the mini fridge and stood in front of Quinn, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking her head to the side. “Come to think of it, isn’t this something you’d usually yell at me for?” The anger that no longer hovered between them was gone and that weight being lifted left Santana feeling almost giddy, so she picked up Quinn’s discarded slacks with a devious grin. “Clothes go in the hamper, not on the floor.” She teased, doing her best impression of the blonde before tossing the garment at her.

Quinn

“Don’t they say something about bras too?” Quinn asked, almost in a challenging tone, slowly taking the hand that was holding it out from under the blankets. She didn’t throw it in the floor, waiting to see if Santana was going to grab it and toss at her too. That’s probably a strange move from someone who had just decided this peace between them should last at least a couple of weeks, but the look on Santana’s face was too satisfying and totally worth it. As she gave her roommate this petulant smirk, Quinn wondered if Santana was surprised to find out the grandma underwear she’s always joking about was red, sexy and basically completely the opposite of anything a grandma would wear.

Santana

Santana’s eyes fell on the bra hanging from Quinn’s outstretched hand and her mouth fell open slightly. This was no amateur she was playing with. She tried to pass off the sudden throb she felt between her legs as nothing, but it was pretty difficult to come up with another excuse. Without saying anything, she stepped forward to grab them from Quinn, toss them somewhere to the side and sit down on the bed next to her. She only hesitated briefly, and then placed a hand on either side of Quinn’s shoulders and gave her a long stare before pushing off the bed, peeling her tshirt up over her head and draping it over Quinn’s eyes. “I win.” She responded smugly, chuckling all the way back to her bed.

Quinn

It was probably the alcohol, but when Santana got close, Quinn didn’t shift uncomfortably or move away like she would normally do had it been a different situation. Her expression stayed neutral, as did her body language. Of course she was feeling all sort of things now, and there was some wishful thinking she tried to ignore, but if Santana wasn’t going to do what Quinn’s entire body apparently wants her to, letting her see that would be just embarrassing. She’d just destroyed one of Santana’s favorite ways to tease her, giving her something else to joke about would be stupid. Quinn was glad that she didn’t look away when they locked eyes, though. She was sure it would make Santana enjoy herself even more right now. “You’re ridiculous,” she started, watching Santana walking back to her bed, “And you should go back to sleep now so I can plot how I’m getting my revenge tomorrow.”

Santana

Santana was careful to pull the sheet over her bare chest before laying down. That probably would have been taking things too far. “Revenge.” She balked. “You’re going to be so embarrassed that you took off your clothes for me tomorrow, I probably won’t see you for a week. Now, would you mind tossing my shirt over here? I’m kinda naked from the waist up.”

Quinn

Quinn turned in bed until she was staring Santana again, her head resting on her arm. “From the waist up? Did you forget you aren’t wearing pants as well?” She sounded amused, but then closed her eyes for a moment – they were heavy, and the alcohol seemed to be wearing off, leaving her exhausted. She absentmindedly sort of sniffed Santana’s shirt, pretending she’s looking very closely at it, before throwing it at its owner. “Wrong. I’ll be here just so I can catch you staring at me as you try to guess what kind of lingerie I’m wearing.“

Santana

“Wait a minute…” Santana pretended to look under the covers and then raised an eyebrow at Quinn. "Nope, still have my panties.” She pulled her shirt back over her head and laid down on her side, facing Quinn. “You think very highly of yourself, don’t you?” Quinn was probably right, because as is, she was itching to see what was under those covers so badly, she could hardly stand it. The rest of the night was going to be a long, sleepless one. She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before continuing. “Don’t. Avoid me for a week, I mean. Don’t do that.”

Quinn

“Why not, Santana?” She asked softly, fighting to keep her eyes open. It’s impossible though, so after a moment she gave in and closed them. There’s a minute of silence where Santana probably thinks she fell asleep, but the blonde smirked one last time and mumbled, “It isn’t like you’d miss me right?” before falling asleep.

#psl

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caleb-p-lo · 7 years ago

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Character Development

So I decided to do a thing. (This was meant to be done a while ago. But school, work, and doctors appointments have been making my life a relay race.)

BASICS AND APPEARANCE:

Age? 23 Date of Birth? May 8th 1994 Hair color? Blonde Eye color? Blue Skin color/ethnicity/nationality? White; Hispanic & Dutch; American (3rd generation on both sides) Accent (if any)? He grew up in Ohio, so he has a pretty neutral American accent for the most part. But living in New York, he’s picked up a few little things here and there. Height? 6′1″ Weight? 175 lbs last he checked Tattoos? None (Yet) Piercings? None Birthmarks? A heart shaped birthmark on his right hip. Disfigurements? None Scars? He has a line about 3 inches long on the outside of his left leg, on the shin. Do they have any nicknames? Where did they come from?

Cal - shortened version of his name.

C - super shortened version of his name.

Brother Bear - his sisters call him this when he gets overprotective

Babe, Baby, Handsome, etc. (There are literally so many it’s ridiculous) - pet names given to him by Izzy.

Mijo, Baby Boy, Ducky - nicknames given to him by his moms Brittany and Santana.

P-Lo Shortened version of his last name.

How do they usually dress? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear jewelry? - How he dresses will change depending on where he is and what he’s doing.

Just hanging around? He’s probably in jeans and a tshirt.

Going out somewhere nice? He’s a master at the semi-formal look.

Sleeping? Sweatpants and a t-shirt when it’s cold; Shorts and a tank or shirtless when it’s hot.

He doesn’t own a whole lot of jewelry. He has a couple of watches that he rotates in and out. And a few necklaces and bracelets.

Is there anything about their appearance they wish they could change? - Cal’s body has gone through a lot of changes over the years. Going from constantly playing sports and training even on the off-season, to not playing any sports at all, changes a person’s body. And at first those changes were a little strange. But after 5 years, Cal’s settled in and he feels good in his own skin. So he wouldn’t change anything about himself right now. He’s healthy and happy, and he still likes how he looks with his shirt off, so he’s good.

How would they look as the opposite sex? - As the opposite sex Caleb would probably look something like Blake Lively or Eliza Taylor.

What do they smell like? Why (do they wear the scent or does it occur naturally)? - Caleb doesn’t wear cologne usually, so most of the time he smells like the laundry detergent from his clothes and his shampoo & conditioner. He only wears cologne on certain occasions and it will be something like Davidoff’s Cool Water or The Art of Shaving’s Vetiver Citron.

Do they have an accurate mental picture of their appearance (how they see themselves versus how the world sees them)? - Cal knows he’s good looking. But he’ll never understand the attention it brings him.

LOCATION: Where does your character live? Why did they choose it, and how did they acquire it? How do they handle intruders (graciously? violently?)? Describe the space. - Cal lives in a 2 bedroom spacious loft in Manhattan, NY. It used to be a loft shared by Kurt and Santana in their younger days when they were both kicking off their performing careers. The property still belongs to their parents but when Calebella decided to move to NY, Kurt insisted they live in the loft so he knew his daughter and granddaughter would be well taken care of. The only stipulation was, so they didn’t feel completely dependent on their parents, they would pay rent and all of their own bills. Thankfully they’ve yet to have any intruders pay them a visit. But if they were to, Caleb would definitely have a more violent reaction. His home is meant to be a safe space for his family and anyone who violates that will answer to him.

PREFERENCES: Favorite color? - Blue

Favorite music artists? Movies or TV shows? Books or authors? Actors? -

Music Artists: Too many to pick one.

Tv Shows: Law & Order SVU, Orphan Black, and currently, Sense 8.

Movies: Hercules and Aladdin (The Disney versions), the Dark Knight, and Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2.

Books: Peter Pan

Authors: Rick Riordan and Robert Ludlum.

Actors: Angelina Jolie, Rosario Dawson, Tatiana Maslany, Will Smith, and Harrison Ford.

Favorite animal? – Tigers & Dogs

What is their favorite time of day? Favorite weather? Season? -

Time of day: Evening. He enjoys having nights that are just down-time. Nights spent lounging around the house with his family are the best.

Weather: Sunny but with a small breeze so it’s not too hot.

Season: Autumn

Favorite food? Favorite drink? Hot drinks, soft drinks, or alcohol? -

Food: Mofongo Relleno de Churrasco (Fried Plantain stuffed with shredded beef)

Drink: Lemonade (Cold); Hot Chocolate (Hot); Whiskey Sour or Daiquiri (Alcoholic)

Political stance? Are they active in politics or do they not care? – For so many obvious reasons, Caleb is very very liberal. And given the recent political climate, he’s more active in social-justice and political movements than he’s ever been.

What are some of their pet peeves? – Coughing/Sneezing without covering your mouth; Blowing your nose at the dinner table; People having loud phone conversations in enclosed public spaces; People who try to judge him and his family.

What sort of gifts do they like? – He prefers sentimental gifts. They don’t have to be big or cost a lot, but things that someone put a lot of thought into mean the most.

Where do they like to spend their time? – Caleb spends most of his time back and forth between work (whether that be the show or the dance classes he teaches) and home. But on his down time you can find him training at the Dojo, or browsing the aisles in Barnes and Noble.

Do they have any pets? Do they want any? – No he doesn’t have any pets right now. But he’s definitely a dog person so he’d like one someday.

What relaxes them? – Music, Family (usually), Reading.

Do they have any bad habits? – Not really a bad habit but probably annoying, he taps on things when his mind is unoccupied. His main bad habit is holding in things when they bother him instead of talking about them.

HOBBIES: What are some of your character’s hobbies? What do they do with their time? - Not one to be idle, he’s always up to something. He teaches some hip-hop and Latin ballroom classes at a dance school not too far from their home maybe once or twice a month. His Martial Arts instructors from Lima helped him find Dojos where he could continue training. He can also be found fiddling with one of his instruments. And on a slow or rainy day, he’s probably reading in a corner somewhere.

ABILITIES: Where did they learn their abilities? –

Dance: Cal’s been mimicking his Momma’s dance moves since he could stand on his own two feet. But soon as she thought he could handle it, she enrolled him for classes at her dance school.

Singing: Santana was always singing around the house, so it was only a matter of time before their home became a live in sing-a-long. And as he grew, Caleb never grew out of it. Stage fright and Insecurity about his voice were grown out of with coaching and lots of practice.

Instruments: Self-Taught via YouTube University (with the exception of Guitar, which he actually learned from his Abuelo.)

MMA: He’s been taking Martial Arts since age eight starting with Muay Thai.

Sports: Aside from MMA, Caleb played Baseball in middle school and Football in high school. Football was his favorite between the two and under the tutelage of Coach Puckerman (Or Uncle Puck, as he knew him off the field), he got to be pretty good.

OTHER CAPABILITIES: How are they with technology? - Caleb is pretty handy with technology. He knows his way around most of the electronic devices he uses. He’s probably the one in a million who actually reads the instruction manual that comes with things.

Are they specially qualified in any particular field? Would they be considered at the top of the field? - Especially qualified? Probably not. He’s good at a lot of things but he wouldn’t say he’s at the top of those fields.

Have they ever been publicly acknowledged for anything? (Ex. Nobel Prize) - Not outside of high school.

Is there anything they’ve deliberately sought to improve at? - Caleb is always trying to hone his skills. And right now he’s focused on improving his acting abilities. He sometimes feels like he cheated his way into his profession somehow, having not been classically trained, but he’s working on it.

Do they speak more than one language? - Yes, Caleb is fluent in 3 languages. English, Spanish (he learned these both at the same time growing up), and French. He’s also got a decent conversational grasp of Italian but he wouldn’t call himself fluent.

RESOURCES: Why do they have their resources? How long have they had them, and how have they served the character over time? (Ex. Contacts, money, political power, fame, etc.) – Caleb was born into a fairly wealthy family, and his last name became something of a power in itself in the right environment. While that could be a good thing, it also made him very careful not to lean too hard on those things. Things like contacts and money were almost always in Caleb’s back pocket, but he more often than not chose not to use them. He preferred to get by on what he brought to the table rather than what was already given to him.

If they have an income, where does it come from? – Currently his income comes from performing as Gabe in the soon-to-Broadway production of Next to Normal.

Do they have a job? Do they like it? How do they feel about their co-workers? - Yes. (See above.) He loves it. It’s everything he wanted to be doing. It’s an original show and everything about it is amazing. His co-stars are fantastic people. He’s the baby of the cast and he’s found great mentors in his co-stars. They all have far more experience on stage than he does, but they don’t look down on him for it. They are very encouraging and recognize his work ethic and ability over his last name and associations (Kurt is included in associations of course) which he appreciates.

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: What are some of your character’s more notable merits and flaws (including physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, etc.)? How did they develop? How has this helped or hindered them in the past?

Merits - Caleb puts the needs of his loved ones before his own needs in most situations. He’s the type of guy that will make sure you’re taken care of before worrying about himself. And when you’re struggling, he’s doing everything and anything he can to try and help. He wants to be the person you know you can call in a hard time. This comes from watching how his moms and grandparents are with their family. They’re always making sure everybody they care about is okay and Cal always found it comforting. He wanted to be that for his loved ones too. This can be seen as a flaw by some people. He’s been called a martyr before. But it doesn’t matter to him because he knows that no matter what, the people he loves most in this world know that he’s always there for them. No matter what. Caleb also tries very hard to not come across as judgemental, and he thinks he succeeds pretty well. He wants people to feel free to be themselves around him, whoever that may be, and be completely comfortable. This again came from his family, but it also came from his personal experiences. He’s been bullied before for other people’s lack of understanding. Cal is one of the most loving people you could ever meet. He has a big heart and he's always trying to make people around him feel appreciated and irreplaceable.

Flaws - He has quite a temper and when you’re on the receiving end, it’s not a fun experience. His anger doesn’t play favorites and unfortunately he’s a master at hitting where it hurts. So if he’s not careful, what would otherwise be a simple argument could turn into a fight to end a relationship. The running joke is he gets said temper from Santana, who everyone knows has a whip for a tongue. But he’d rather keep his contained. In the past, Cal has almost lost friends and loved ones because of his temper. A lot of people have a hard time dealing with the levels he can take things to and he completely understands why. He’s also not the best at dealing with things that upset him or make him insecure. It’s easier for him to pretend something doesn’t exist than to deal with the negative emotions surrounding it. This makes him pretty hard to decipher when he’s hurting, and even harder to help. Combine the two, and it makes for a sticky situation when you’re on his bad side. He can go from real emotional to feeling nothing at all, on command. And when you’re not ready for it, that quick 180 can be a little devastating.

RELATIONSHIPS AND HISTORY: What is their family history like? How does it affect them? How do they feel about their family? How does their family feel about them?

Caleb has always known since he was small that his family was different than how most people would define one. He didn’t have a mommy and daddy like many of his friends, but he was never ashamed of that. He was always proud to have two moms and he never let anyone take that from him. He knew that growing up with two moms was going to have its struggles. People would look down on him and them, they’d laugh, they’d tease him, but it just rolled right off of his shoulders. He would always just say they were just jealous, because there was more love in their household in a day, than most of those people would experience in a lifetime. Cal was extremely proud to be his mothers’ son. They were amazing women, and they did so much for not only their loved ones, but their communities.

But Cal’s family life did impact him in a way he wasn’t expecting. Caleb is bi-racial; one half Hispanic, the other half White. And inside the P-Lo home it obviously wasn’t an issue. Inside their home, Cal and his sisters were always surrounded by their culture. They even grew up speaking Spanish as their second language. But the kids quickly found out that once they were outside of their home, it was a lot harder to feel connected to that culture. Caleb took this lesson really hard as the years passed. Even now, Caleb finds it difficult to relate and in certain situations it does take a toll on him. But for now, as always, he pushes these things down and tries to focus on positives instead.

Caleb’s family loves him so very much. They are so proud of who he is and what he’s been able to accomplish. Although they are all scattered across the country sometimes, they are all as close as ever. His mothers still love to call and harass him as often as they have the chance (especially with all the wedding planning things they want to “help” with). And he is always in contact with at least one of his sisters throughout the course of his days.

CHILDHOOD: What were they like as a child? What was their favorite toy? Favorite game? - Caleb was kind of hyperactive as kid. He was always running around and climbing or jumping off of things. It made his moms pretty nervous when he was small. He also had a bit of a knack for finding trouble. In his early elementary school days, both his parents and school counselors were concerned because Caleb kept getting into fights with classmates. They were concerned that as he grew the fights would turn more physical than they already had, and they believed he needed extra attention to turn that behavior into something more productive. Hence, contact sports became Caleb’s new extracurricular activities. As a kid his favorite toy was probably his little plastic lightsaber that he would swear was real. He would clip it to his waistband and be off on his adventures. Actually there was a time period of about a year or so where he wouldn’t go anywhere without it. His reasoning? A Jedi can never be caught without his lightsaber. He wanted to be a Jedi so bad. He’s actually still waiting for his force abilities to kick in. Caleb used to love to play pretend when he was a kid. He would spend hours in an imaginary world having some crazy adventures. He would draw inspiration from movies and tv shows some days. And other days his mind would spin a brand new adventure of its own. His favorite adventures were the ones he could convince his sisters and his friends to join him on. Because as much fun as he had playing pretend by himself, it always made it a little extra special when there was another leading character in the story of the day.

Playmates? - Caleb spent a lot of time around the Hummel-Anderson girls when he was very small and they’ve been close since practically birth. When the P-Los moved back to Lima, he found quick best friends in Janey Puckerman and Lucky Morales. And after some convincing from his sister, Jason Puckerman eventually came around and found a friend in Cal too.

MEMORIES: Describe their best and worst memories from childhood: Best - Caleb spent a lot of time with his grandparents when the family moved back to Lima and he loved it. But there’s one memory in particular that always brings him joy. It was a time when Santana had a meeting to attend to in Los Angeles and Brittany was going to take the trip with her. It was only for the weekend but naturally they needed someone to watch the kids. They ended up staying the weekend at Abuelo and Abuela’s house and it was great. At one point in the weekend, the kids had the idea to build a fort in the living room. They were sure their grandparents wouldn’t allow it, but to their surprise, they even helped. Abuelo had started stacking chairs and side tables to make a high ceiling, and Abuela had grabbed all the pillows and blankets they could find. When it was all done, they had stayed in there the whole night having a movie marathon and the kids all woke up still in the fort, the next morning. The fort stayed up the whole weekend. That’s actually where Brittany and Santana found the kids (and Abuelo) when they came to pick them up Monday morning. From that moment on, every time the kids came to visit, they would beg to build more forts. And they only got crazier each time.

Worst - One of Cal’s worst memories was a confrontation that had happened when he was 11 The P-Los were out to dinner and some guy had came up to their family screaming at the top of his lungs. He had seen Brittany and Santana kissing and decided he needed to tell them (and the rest of the neighborhood apparently) how disgusting he found them and their “disgrace to wholesome traditional families”. He threw around a lot of words that Caleb didn’t really understand like “Abomination” and “Damnation” and some other words that he eventually learned to despise. Santana had absolutely lost it on the guy and if it weren’t for Brittany reminding her that their kids were present, she might’ve gone to jail that night for what she later said she’d been planning to do to the man. But the worst part was when the guy had gone so far as to start telling the kids that they weren’t really a family; he’d told them that they probably weren’t even related. There was a lot more that had been said that night but at some point Caleb had to tune it out because his sisters and Brittany were already crying, he didn’t want to cry too. For a couple of weeks afterwards, Cal was very distant from both family and friends and it took a while for him to open up to his moms about what that night made him feel.

WHERE IS HOME?: Where (and when) did they grow up? How did they view it as a child, and did that change as they matured? How do they feel about the place now? - Cal grew up in Lima, Ohio. As a kid he always thought it was an okay place to be. He liked it because all of his friends and his moms’ friends were here with them too but sometimes it was just a little too small (and small minded) for him. As he grew older, he realized more and more that Lima was only the product of the people who lived there. And not all of them were bad. It was still a kind of conservative place to live, but not nearly as bad as the Lima his parents had grown up in. The people were still quick to gossip and judge, but their kids were learning more about tolerance and cooperation (mostly anyway). Now, when Caleb thinks about Lima, he thinks about how it will always be a home to him. It was the place that watched him grow up; where he found a new kind of family in his best friends; where he fell in love; where he learned the lessons that would mold him into the man he is today. And maybe when he thought of it that way, it wasn’t so bad after all.

MENTORS & EDUCATION: Do they, or have they in the past, had a mentor? - Caleb had mentors in his parents, his grandparents, and even his “aunts and uncles”. But outside of them, Caleb had one mentor in particular that really helped him shape up. His Martial Arts Instructor, Cesar.

What was their relationship with this person, and how has it changed since then? - Caleb was brought to Cesar when he started having trouble in school with fighting and keeping his temper controlled. His grandfather and Cesar served in the military together back in their day and had been long time friends. So when Caleb was brought in, no time was wasted in getting his training started. But all the years he spent training, taught Caleb more than just how and where to throw a punch. As corny as it sounds, one of the most important lessons Caleb learned was how to walk away from a fight. He was taught self-control, patience, and that not every conflict needed to end with someone on the floor. It was this lesson in particular that was most important to keeping little Cal out of trouble. And if he’d never learned it, he might have been a completely different person today.

Cesar was always a strict but determined instructor. He made sure that all of his students were pushed to their fullest potential and Caleb was no exception. Now even though they no longer train together, they keep in touch through both social media and their shared connections. And when they end up back in the same town for a few days or so, Cesar is always ready to remind Caleb of his teachings.

What sort of education have they had? Do they want more? - Caleb graduated high school with honors. But he never necessarily wanted to go to college. He tried going to school with online courses for a little while but ultimately realized it wasn’t going anywhere. He was just wasting money on classes to fill requirements for a degree he wasn’t even sure he wanted. Not to mention the time schoolwork was taking out of his already packed schedule.

FRIENDS AND ENEMIES: Who is their closest friend, and why? What do they like to do with this person? - Caleb keeps a tight circle. He doesn't have a lot of close friends but the ones he does have are basically family. His closest friends are Janey and Lucky. Back when they all lived on the same side of the country, it was a lot easier to hang out together.

When Caleb and Lucky spent time together, it was always about distractions. There were parties to go to (there were a lot of them), sports to play, and pranks to pull. With Lucky, there was never enough time for Cal to sit down and be upset by whatever was getting him down that time. And even when there was nothing wrong, it was still a ton of fun. But now that they’ve both grown up a bit, they’ve calmed down. They’re still a couple of fools, but they’re a little more stationary nowadays.

Janey and Caleb have a completely different relationship. Janey had always been the person Cal would go to for heartfelt (also, usually good) advice, and emotional support. This meant quite a few heart-to-hearts during their excursions. Add in their similar thought processes and this meant a whole lot of geeking out too, sometimes a bit of existentialism thrown in for good measure. Oh, and food! Lots and lots of food. When those two got together, no diner or burger place within a 50 mile radius was safe

Do they have any rivals? Who and why? - Ohhh yes. There is definitely a rival in Caleb’s life. Although in recent years, it’s calmed down for the most part. Marc Vallieri and Caleb never got along. From the day they met, they were almost always on opposite sides of every line. And as they grew, it only got worse. Add in some pretty strong feelings for one Ms. Isabella Humderson, on both of their parts, and it was a recipe for disaster. Caleb tried to be civil while Izzy and Marc were together, but he also tried to not be around so it was a tricky situation. Then when they broke up, all bets were off. It got a little confusing during the on- and-off period but for the most part, Cal just tried to keep his distance. This was working out just fine until it started looking like Cal was finally going to get his chance with the girl he’d been crushing on since middle school. Marc didn’t like that. There were a lot of digs, a lot of jokes, and a whole lot of almost fights between the two boys. It even turned into an all out brawl at one point. (McKinley wasn’t ready for that one, but ask me about that later.) But eventually it turned into more of a stalemate when Caleb came to grips with Marc always being in Izzy and Noah’s lives; and when Marc realized that Caleb was a fixed feature in the family he could’ve had. Now they’re civil, for real this time, and both trying to make it work for the woman and little girl they share love for.

Have they ever been betrayed? By who, and how did it affect them? - The only time Caleb was ever really “betrayed” by someone was when his girlfriend junior year cheated on him. They’d only been dating a few months and it wasn’t a particularly serious relationship. Looking back on it, Caleb only regrets the time he wasted trying to fill a space with someone who wasn’t worth it. But her betrayal didn’t sting too bad in the long run. At first it messed with his head a little bit in terms of feelings of inadequacy. But his friends and family were quick to snap him out of that mindset. After that, though, all it did was make him more careful about who he spent energy on and who he brought into his life.

SEX AND ROMANCE: What is their sexual orientation? Do they ever question it? - Caleb grew up understanding that sexuality can be a fluid thing. It wasn’t something he ever questioned or actively explored, but his mind was always open to the possibility of having feelings for anyone regardless of sex or gender. But at 23 years old, he’s yet to feel any kind of serious attraction or romantic feelings for a man. And since he's about to marry the actual love of his life, it's probably a safe bet that he never will. So if you ask him, Caleb will tell you he's straight.

When did they lose their virginity? Who to? Where? What was it like? - Caleb lost his virginity during spring break of his sophomore year, to his girlfriend at the time. They were at her house and her mom had gone out for the day with her little brother. It was a little awkward as one could expect, being it was the first time for both of them. But all in all it wasn't a bad experience.

What is their favorite sexual fantasy? - Listen, cheerleaders are everyone’s thing. But when your fiancée actually used to be one, it just makes things a little more fun. And yes he knows it’s very cliché.

Do they have any particular fetishes or kinks? - Caleb doesn’t mind a little power struggle every now and again. He also gets a kick out of walking around with any marks Izzy’s given him, exposed. (Bites, Hickeys, Scratches)

What’s the strangest thing they’ve ever done in bed? - Well not strange in general but strange to Caleb. He had a headache one day and Lucky thought it’d be hilarious to slip him a little blue pill instead of the painkiller he’d been asking for. But joke was on Lucky cause as it turns out, medicine isn’t the only way to get rid of a pounding headache.

Is there anything in particular that they won’t do? - Anything involving degradation. He ain’t about it.

What are they attracted to in a partner? - Confidence. And he’s gotta admit, he likes a little fight.

RELATIONSHIPS PAST AND PRESENT: If applicable: Who is their current partner, and what attracted the character to them? - Isabella Hummel-Anderson is his fiancée . And he was initially attracted to her personality. He really just enjoyed the way being around her felt.

How did they meet? - They’ve known each other almost literally since birth. Their parents were close friends for years so naturally, since they were so close (geographically and personally) it was pretty much guaranteed that they’d be spending quite a bit of time together as kids.

How long have they been together? - Since October of 2011 so...5 years going on 6.

What kind of a relationship is it? - The two of them couldn’t find better matches in this world if they were given a millennium to search. If soulmates exist, they are definitely each other’s.

Do they have any plans for the future? - Broad future? Get hitched, raise a family, live happily ever after. Near future? Get through the wedding without killing somebody.

What would be their perfect date? - They’re disgustingly adorable so pretty much anything that involves them spending quality alone time together. But their perfect date night involves nothing but Disney movies, snacks, and cuddles. Also singing at the top of their lungs for all of their neighbors to hear.

Describe one of the character’s past relationships and what was significant about it. - Caleb’s only ever been in one other relationship that actually meant a lot to him. He started dating Alisa Souza their sophomore year. She was an army brat who’d moved to Lima the year before, from Jacksonville, North Carolina. Her and Caleb shared some classes and they became really fast friends. It took them a while to start dating, but when they did, popular consensus was that they were the perfect couple. Their relationship was definitely important to Caleb because it was the first relationship he’d been in where he felt like it was okay to be himself. Every other time he’d tried to date, he always felt like he was meant to play a part. It was also the first time he genuinely thought he could move past his feelings for Isabella. This relationship became Caleb’s basis of comparison for the rest of his relationships up until he started dating Izzy. He learned to take note of different things that could make or (more likely) break a relationship for him; How comfortable he was with the person; How deep (or not) the connection really went; How valued he felt by the other person. The relationship ended because Alisa’s family moved away again, the summer after their Sophomore year. It hurt them both pretty bad, but they managed to stay friends until they eventually just drifted and lost contact.

Have they ever hurt someone they loved? - Unfortunately Caleb has. He wishes he could say he never meant to, but he’d be lying. Again, that temper of his does not play nice.

Do they fall in love easily? - Depends on who you ask. He’d say no, absolutely not. But others would say we’ll never know for sure because he’s been in love with one special someone for as long as anybody can or chooses to remember.

FUTURE: What are their dreams? What do they want to do someday? - Caleb always dreamed of being an entertainer. And he loves being able to do so in his current career. But he wants to expand his skill set and see what the film and tv industry has to offer. He’s actually already started trying, going on auditions here and there for small tv roles. But he loves the theatre so he has no intention of leaving it at this moment in time.

Are there places they want to go? Where and why? - Hawaii, Australia, Greece. Why? Cause he’s been told they’re beautiful places to be.

If these don’t apply already: Do they want to get married? - Again, engaged. Yes.

Have kids? - Already has a daughter, Noah.

Would they ever consider adopting a child? Why or why not? - Absolutely. Every child deserves love and to feel like they’re wanted. If he and Izzy can bring a child into their life and give them that, that’d be a beautiful thing for everyone involved.

HEROES AND OLD AGE: Who do they want to meet? - If Cal ever got the chance to meet Mark Hamill or Harrison Ford, he’d probably lose his shit. But it would be the best thing ever.

What about them is heroic? - Caleb’s willing to do whatever he has to do for his friends and family. He would bend over backwards to help them or protect them.

What would the character be like in their old age? - When Caleb’s an old man he’ll be that Grandpa that acts more like a kid than a grown up. His kids will be responsible for making sure he doesn’t run off to get into trouble. And if he manages to sneak away, he’ll be sure to sneak any little ones off with him. He’ll probably also be flirting with his wife like they’re teenagers all over again. It will make the kids cringe, the grandkids laugh, and the rest of the population “aww”. When he’s getting into his senior years, Cal’s going to definitely be older, hopefully wiser, and possibly in a motorized wheelchair. But he’s going to be the same goofball, wannabe Peter Pan he is now.

PLOTS: Describe one (or more) plots you would like to do.

Okay so fun fact, waaaaay back when this whole thing originally came together, I had been toying around with this one plot in my head. It goes back to the original storyline, but we carried some of this plot over so it still exists. Caleb used to be in a touring production of Spring Awakening. While he was going around the country (this is the part where things differ from the way we changed it), Izzy was still in Lima and then going to college in Florida. So one of my genius ideas at the time was this whole elaborate breakup plot that basically just involved the two of them being heartbroken and it shaking up every single relationship with every single person they’d been connected to. And it was great, in my head. There were also a few songs thrown in there for good measure. But ultimately, we never did it because Nicky wouldn’t let me release the angst. It’s okay though, i’m over it now, but it would’ve been a fun kind of shit show back in the day. Anyway, as far as plots i’d like to do currently...I have a list:

I’d really like to see the conversation that happens between Caleb and Marc that is essentially them burying the hatchet.

When Cal first meets Janey and Lucky

And a whole bunch of other ones that I have written down but won’t make sense until we release the list of changes.

VALUES: What is one thing in their past they’re ashamed of? - Trying to push the people that matter to him most away from him. Especially because of the ways he went about it.

One thing they’re proud of? - Caleb’s proud of himself for never giving into peer pressure to be someone he wasn’t. It was tempting sometimes to just go with what everybody else was doing so he wouldn’t have to deal with arguing with people. But every time that temptation came close, he would look around and see exactly the kind of people he didn’t want to become. And although it was a struggle, he made it out of McKinley as one of the few people who knew who they really were on the inside.

What is one thing they feel strongly about? - Equal rights for all.

One trait they admire? - Cal admires when people are willing to look beyond image, and when they’re willing to push past their own impressions, to see the real person underneath it all. He thinks the ability to judge people only on the content of their character is incredible.

What disturbs them? - One thing he will never understand is how people can be full of so much hatred for others. Especially when they don’t even know the person beyond a first impression.

Do the ends justify the means in their eyes? - Not always.

Would they be more likely to act for the good of one or the good of many? - Depends on who the one and many are.

Are they manipulative? - He absolutely can be when he feels it’s necessary.

Are they a leader or a follower? Why? - Caleb is definitely a leader. He might only be leading himself, but he’s okay with that. He refuses to be anything other than the most authentic version of himself, and if that means he walks alone, so be it.

What do they feel responsible for? (Ex. I owe it to the world to do this.) - Caleb feels responsible for taking care of his family and friends.

Do they believe that a person can redeem themselves from mistakes of the past? - Yes. He believes that people can change for the better and while they can’t change the past, they can learn from it and become better people for it.

What scares them? - Cal’s worst fear is not leaving behind a positive legacy when he’s gone from the world. It doesn’t have to be a big thing, or even for a lot of people. But he wants to be a positive influence in something or somebody outside of his own life. If not, he’s scared that it will mean in the grand scheme of things, his life served no purpose.

DEATH: How do they feel about death? Have they been significantly affected by it? - Caleb’s not afraid of dying. He’s not ready to die yet, but he doesn’t fear it. For him, the part of death that scares him is the idea of having to watch his loved ones die. That would break him in unimaginable ways. Luckily, Cal hasn’t lost anyone he’s particularly close to (he’s hoping it stays that way.) But he has come close a few of times. He’s even come close to losing his own life on a couple of occasions. And all it’s done is made him more grateful for the time he has, and the people he has around him.

How would they like to die? - Cal would like to die in his sleep. Sounds corny, but he’d rather go out in literal peace.

RELIGION AND BELIEFS: Is the character religious? What are their views, and why or why not? - Cal’s not religious at all. He’s agnostic but also polytheist. Basically he isn’t sure if any God exists or not, so why not believe in them all? He thinks the stories written in the bible and other religious texts are just that, stories. But there’s nothing wrong with telling a good story. His only issue with religion is that people then use these stories to cause pain to others and he’s not about that.

Do they value faith over reason or vice versa? - Reason and Faith each have their time to be valued, as far as Caleb is concerned. But he’s more inclined to value reason over faith. He can accept logical reasoning a lot easier.

Do they believe in an afterlife? - Yes. He’s just not sure which one he believes in. Right now, he likes the idea of Elysium.

Do they have any habits that reflect their beliefs? (Ex. regular prayer, vegetarianism, etc.) - None that can be recalled.

Do they respect the beliefs of others? - Of course. Everyone is free to believe whatever they believe. Just don’t use your beliefs to do any kind of harm to others and Cal has no issues.

RANDOM: First crush? - Alexa Vega in Spy Kids 2. He thought she was really pretty and funny and her attitude would be perfect for her to fit into his family.

Do they have any prominent sensory associations? (Ex. the smell of their mother’s perfume, the sound of ice cracking under their feet as a child, etc.) -

Sound: The sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor of an empty dance studio; The beeping of hospital monitors; Rain pattering against his window

Smell: Fresh cut grass; Fresh baked brownies; Burning charcoal

Sight: The stars from an open field; Flickering diner signs; The black and white old school movie countdown

Taste: Fresh popped popcorn; S’mores; Vanilla soft serve ice cream

Touch: Crushing fallen leaves in his hand; Soft pillows; The cold when you first dive into a body of water.

Stuck in a waiting room. Which magazine do they pick up? - National Geographic or Time.

#[character development]#[ooc: my apologies for any noticeable mistakes. if I edit this any more i'm gonna go nuts.]

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leigh-kelly · 8 years ago

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Cover Me When I Walk Alone

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marlsdyanrose · 6 years ago

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See You Again - Reunited

Marley had never been one to go to parties, but here she was going to one anyways. Her roommate/best friend thought it’d be a good idea to go the one tonight, especially because it was some big thing for the school. And it’s not like Marley didn’t want to go, she just never thought about it. Getting ready was slightly more stressful for the girl since she wanted to really look good, but soon they were out the door and at that party.

After a while of dancing and having fun, Marley started to make her way to where the drinks were to get something. As she passed her way through the crowd, she ran into someone and started apologizing like crazy until she saw who it was: Finn Hudson. She had met him before in school, and now here they were at the same college party. “Finn, hi. It’s Marley Rose. I’m not sure if you remember me…”

Finn was definitely not the party kind of guy given his awkward dance moves and tendency to hurt anyone close to him. But for some reason, he had allowed his roommate to convince him to attend one of the last parties of the year. He didn’t want to go but he had made a lot of friends these past few years and he wanted to bid those graduating goodbye in case he never ran into them again. Some were going off to New York, California, and even Alaska, for job opportunities and he was probably going to be stuck in Ohio. He wanted nothing more than to escape this town but due to not getting into his dream college, he had to stick to the state university. He didn’t know anyone here and it really sucked because with new students came a new reputation.

His saving grace was the football scholarship Coach Beiste had been able to procure for him. It wasn’t the greatest and only for two years but he kept his grades up enough to qualify for another one once his two years was gone. His mother had made enough from her house-cleaning job to buy him a car and now, he was in his last year of college and about a month away from becoming a teacher. So why shouldn’t he be celebrating? It was on campus, he didn’t have to drive. It was the perfect set up. He was coming back from the drink table when he felt someone bump into him. His beer spilt on the floor and as he looked down to make sure it didn’t spill on her, he recognized the girl immediately. “Marley. Oh my gosh, hi. What are you doing at a college party?”

Marley laughed because of his question. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was at a party, or just didn’t expect to see her again, but the question was there anyways. “My roommate convinced me to come along and so I did. But I go to the school. Have for about two years now.” She explained, though she felt like she was rambling to him out of the shock of seeing him again. Outside of Unique, Ryder, and Jake, she didn’t really see anyone from McKinley anymore. However, she was definitely happy about this run-in.

“What are you doing here? Are you visiting?” She asked him, unsure if he went to the school. And if so, how was it that they just now saw each other. Sure, it was a big place, but it wasn’t like Harvard or something and she should’ve seen him once or twice before, not not at all. “How have you been?”

“Y…You’re roommate? How are you graduating already? You were like two years under me at McKinley.” He laughed, pulling her in for a hug. “Sorry I just, you’re the first face from McKinely that I’ve seen. Its so hard to know that Rachel and everyone got to go to New York and I’m here, you know?” He stated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just find it weird how we’ve managed to miss each other these past two years. How is that possible?” He chuckled, stepping around the spilt beer and extending his hand. “Would you like to dance? Its feeling a bit crowded right here.” He offered, just happy to finally have a friend in all this busy commotion.

Once they were out on the floor, Finn decided to finally answer her questions. “I’m a student here as well. I got here because of a very gracious recommendation later from Coach Beiste. It allowed me to play football for two years. And my good grades allowed me to stay.” He stated, his hands falling to rest on her waist. “As for how I’ve been, well, tired mostly. I had no idea that the teaching program was so grueling. I just have one more paper to write and then its off to graduation. What about you? How’ve you been?”

A smile came to Marley’s face as he hugged her and nodded as they parted. “Yeah, her name’s Alice. And I did some college courses in high school so I’m graduating earlier than expected. It was cheaper for Mom and I that way.” She explained her situation. She couldn’t even drink legally yet and there she was graduating. Though she was ready to get out and do her own thing. “Your fine. I haven’t seen anyone else much either. I mean, I Skype with Unique, Ryder, and Jake, but they’re all off doing their things. I’m really happy to see you.” She grinned at him. “I have no idea how that happened, but at least we’re seeing each other now.” She watched him as he moved and then down at his extended hand. Her heart jumped as he asked her to dance and just nodded. “Yeah, I’d love to dance.” She took his hand and let him lead the way.

She listened to him over the music and paid close attention to his answers. She really couldn’t believe they had missed each other all these years. “That’s great you got that. I got some scholarships, but do have student loans.” She told him. She took a deep breath as his hands found her waist and stayed focused on their conversation right now. This was Finn, not a random guy. Things were friendly. “You’re in the teaching program too? We really have an act for missing each other.” She laughed. “I’m alright. Glad school’s finally over. I’m ready to start a life.”

Finn nodded along as she explained her situation, remembering her mom and how hard they struggled in high school. It was good to see her again but deep down, he wondered why it had taken him this long to realize they went to the same college. “Really? That must have been done after I graduated or soemthing because I don’t remember that as an option when I was a senior. I guess Sue, despite all her crazy, actually did some good.” He stated, only just now realizing that they seemed to be the only ones dancing. There were people making out and some looked to be heading upstairs and a slight blush crept onto his face as he looked away. “I try to skype with Rachel a few times a week but she’s so busy on Broadway that she doesn’t really have a lot of time. I did find out that Puck and Quinn got married and he’s in the Marines now. They live out in California and seem pretty happy. As for Santana, well, she’s still the same. Married to Brittany and expecting a kid.” He trailed off, his face falling as he thought of all his friends being gone and him being stuck there by himself.

But he cleared his head and instead focusing on the one bright light in his life at the moment. Trying to figure out how they kept missing one another in the same field made him laugh. “Maybe its because I don’t have classes before 10am? Football practice consumes my life and I just can’t get up early in the morning. You were always early to Glee Club so I know you can. Maybe that’s why.” He laughed, blushing softly when a drunken idiot pushed Marley flush against him. “Do you have any jobs lined up after you leave? I thought about going to Dalton and teaching there because I highly doubt if Sue would let me back at McKinley.”

Marley shrugged as he mentioned Sue. “Things definitely changed after Glee was cut. Um, it was all academic. I was excelling at everything else so I took college courses. By the time I graduated high school, I was able to be on a good track to graduating soon here.” She smiled at him. “Sorry if I’m rambling. I don’t mean to.” She blushed slightly and took a deep breath as she saw him blush a bit too, only to find that it was probably because they were officially the only ones not making out. She looked back at him as he talked about his friends and nodded. “I actually went to Puck and Quinn’s wedding. Jake needed a date and no one fills a seat better than me.” She joked, giving a small laugh. “Everyone’s definitely busy it seems. I mean, Jake has his dance thing and Ryder plays football in Michigan, and Unique’s going into performing too in New York. Then Kitty’s a cheerleader at a university in California. Seems everyone got out but us.” She tried to be funny, but really she knew how much it sucked. At least for her.

As he gave an idea on how they missed each other, she nodded. “That’s probably it. I do a lot of morning classes. Some night. And I work during the day.” She shrugged before giving a soft yell of surprise when she was pushed against Finn. She blushed as she stepped back and looked up at him. “Um, not really. I’m gonna try McKinley because, well, my mom and I can live at home, but really I’m going to put in anywhere nearby. What do you plan on teaching?”

“Yeah, I heard about that. Did Mr. Schue really go to Dalton to teach Glee there? I mean, he was capable of it and kinda better at teaching Glee than History. I hope he’s happy at least. He must have taken it pretty hard.” Finn said, making a mental note to go by and see him soon. Mr. Schue had been a father to him and he wanted to check in and see if he’d gotten everything he wanted. Hearing her comments, he laughed and shook his head. “You’re more than just a seat filler, Marls. If Jake still couldn’t see that, then that’s his loss. I wanted to go but I had a final the next day and you and I both know how crazy parties can get where the old gang is concerned.” He laughed, his nose crinkling. “I sent them a waffle maker though. You would have thought Puck had won the lottery.” He grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m so out of the loop on everyone. I knew they would all do good and we couldn’t all live in Lima forever but it definitely feels lonely, you know? I do find it surreal that you’re still here though. You were better than this town and I always thought you’d do well in New York. But call me selfish, I am glad you’re here with me.”

Finn shook his head and let out a sigh. “I don’t know how you do it. I think my body is old and worn down because of the years of football but it doesn’t wake up before 10am and then I have one class at 11, lunch, then two back to back. And then I have workouts in the gym and football practice from 6-9 so by the time I get time to study, I’m too exhausted to think.” He explained, noticing the blush on her face but not actually thinking too much about it. He’d blushed earlier too and it hadn’t meant anything. “That’s good. And its not like it was that bad of a school. We both graduated with good grades. The bullying and social cliques were a problem but surely its changed with Sue in charge.” He finished, focusing on the question at hand. “I want to teach young kids so I’m looking at becoming a kindergarten teacher. I think I could do some good given that my immaturity level is right around there.” He joked, so caught up in their conversation that he didn’t realize the music had stopped and moved on to something more upbeat.

Marley nodded at his question about Mr. Schue. “He did. It was hard without him. He was the only teacher that understood any of us.” She took a deep breath and sighed. “He’s not the only one who took it hard.” She sighed and tried to build back up the pep she had a moment ago. She smiled as he laughed. “It’s more like I saw that. He always wanted to try again, but i could never like him anymore than just a friend after everything that happened in high school. The wedding was nice though. Not too crazy, but I think that was because of Puck’s mom wanting it to be nice.” She smiled. “I’m sure Puck and Quinn love the waffle maker.” Marley took a deep breath and nodded. “I know the feeling. I can’t afford to be anywhere else and I knew immediately my music career would never take off. I’d rather be here though. And I’m glad I ran into you.” She smirked.

She shrugged. “Lots of coffee and desire to help out my mom. Other than that, I can’t tell you how I manage to do all this.” She laughed softly. “You seem very busy though. I’m not sure how you do it. At least school is over soon, right?” She asked and looked into his eyes. “Not everything changed at the school because of her. It was just… different. I wouldn’t mind teaching there, but I’m glad I graduated. I wouldn’t want to be a student there ever again.” She listened to what he wanted to be and smiled. “You’d be great teaching children. Really would. It seems perfect.” She hadn’t given much thought as to what she wanted to teach just yet, but she knew she’d figure it out. Or she hoped.

“I know how much we meant to him and how hard he tried to make the club work. And we gave him a Nationals Trophy that he wanted so desperately to win so he should definitely hold his head up. And Dalton is amazing and if anyone can make it to Nationals again, it would be him. And perhaps one day, the opportunity to start a new one will arise and we can be a part of it again. And even though Mr. Schue recruited me by fake planting weed in my locker, it turned out to be the best time of my life and I still find myself singing in the shower.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Talk about embarrassing when the roommate walks in and hears me.” As she talked more about the wedding, a feeling of happiness crossed over him when she told him that she had no interest in Jake anymore. He always thought she was better than him anyway and now to hear her realize it herself made him proud to be her friend. “I’m glad that you realized it before he sucked you back into another bad relationship.” He admitted, before biting his lip at her next sentence. “It sucks doesn’t it? To know that you were so good at something but because of circumstances beyond your control you had to give it up? You will sing for people, Marley Rose, it may just take you a while. I still have as much faith in you now as I did then.”

“Well that will definitely be worth it. I know its not healthy but since I don’t like coffee, I’ve been drinking those energy drinks. I don’t really like the taste but it gets me through the day.” He shrugged, not removing his hand from the small of her back. Being pushed into her was fulfulling some subconscious desire he already had so instead of backing away, he held her tighter, a small smile crossing his features. The slow song had long ended but they’d been so engrossed in one another, they didn’t notice. “I can’t believe its almost time to graduate again. It feels like only yesterday I entered college and now here I am, about to embark on yet another adventure I’m not prepared for.” Grinning wide, he laughed and nodded his head. “She might be a horrible person but somehow, she still seemed to care about things. She’d never admit it out loud but she does. It wouldn’t be terrible to teach under her. I guess I’ll have to wait and see if they require my services.” He paused, scratching the back of his neck. “Well what do you feel like you’d want to teach?”

Marley nodded as he talked, remembering exactly why they sucked the year everything fell apart for them. If she had just been okay, she wouldn’t have collapsed on stage and they probably would’ve won. “Well, I’m sure he’s going to do great there. He’s a great teacher and the’re a great Glee club.” She gave a slightly forced smile that time before genuinely laughing. “Don’t worry, I sing in the shower too. I’m sure we all probably do.” She shrugged as they talked about Jake. “After what happened, how could I possibly trust him? I’m not that kind of girl.” She sighed. “Even if I had the right circumstances, I don’t think I would’ve done it. No one liked my song writing, and it just seems not meant to be.” She smiled. “But thanks, Finn. I appreciate it.”

“I think we all drink those. I mean, I like coffee, but I also go for the energy drinks too.” She told him. Her heart skipped a bit as they were now closer and he was holding her tighter. She was trying to fight herself on what she was feeling, but she couldn’t help but like the closeness to Finn. “It’s like after high school, time goes by so much quicker. It’s completely crazy that I’ll be wearing a cap and gown again. I honestly can’t believe it.” Marley shrugged. She didn’t have a good relationship with Sue. Sure, she did that one Christmas for her and helped her with getting better, but there was still a lot she wasn’t sure about. “I guess it depends how she treats you still. You’re a teacher, or almost a teacher now and deserve to be treated with respect. She doesn’t always do that.” What would she want to teach? She really wasn’t sure about that. She loved kids, but she felt like her skills were more high school level. “I’m not sure. I could do either, I guess. Whatever job comes my way. I’m qualified for both English and teaching kids.”

“That’s true. If anyone can restore their reputation back to its former glory, its Mr. Schue.” He added, looking down at her and smiling. He figured that would be the end of the conversation because as much fun as it was to reminiscence about high school, he wanted to talk more about her and what she’d been up too since then. He laughed and shook his head, a big smile crossing his features. “Once a gleek, always a gleek. Its kind of ironic that I hated being one at first.” Finn laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Your songs were nowhere near as bad as some I’ve heard before. You should have been here when we tried to do original songs. Puck’s song was pretty damn bad. And Brittany literally wrote one about a coffee cup. It was… whew, not good.” He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “Yours at least made sense. Are you still writing songs at least?”

“I heard they’re not exactly good for you. Something about rapid heartbeats. I drink them in moderation. I limit it to two, three a week. For the rest of it, I rely on soda or water.” He admitted, giving her a weak smile. He wasn’t exactly sure why he didn’t want to let go of her or why he was all of a sudden getting sweatly palms but he hadn’t felt like this since Rachel and it scared him. He was far to busy to even consider the implications of what it might mean. Not to mention that he didn’t want to ruin their friendship by developing feelings that he shouldn’t feel. But he also couldn’t deny how good it felt to be in her arms. “Well I can. I always knew you were smart so it makes perfect sense. I just never thought it would be at the same time as me.” He smirked, nodding along with her words. “Well apart from all the mean nicknames and her sad, and sometimes successful attempts to sabotage us, I think deep down there was some love there. Besides, its been years. I’m sure she’s changed just as much as I have.” Finally leaving the dance floor, he led her over to a table and held the chair out for her. “Oh that’d be fun. English was probably the only subject I really felt good about.” He laughed, finally taking a drink of his beverage.

“That’s true.” She smiled at him. She was envious of him because of his high school experience. He had the perfect experience and she felt like she had the worst. She honestly hoped they’d end the conversation of the past entirely. “At least you grew into it.” Marley smiled again before blushing as he moved a hair behind her ear. “I’ve heard the cup one before, but mine were nothing. They were stupid.” She shook her head. “I stopped after that year. There was no reason I should keep trying for a unrealistic dream.”

“That’s true. I don’t drink them much. Every now and then when coffee doesn’t work.” She explained. Her heart just raced, though, as they stood their touching. She knew she shouldn’t have been feeling these things. For all she knew, he could’ve been seeing someone. Or still have feelings for Rachel. She was stupid for even thinking about liking him. She laughed softly and shrugged. “It’s not that bad, right? A younger girl graduating with you. Just seems fitting to be there with someone who went to high school with me.” She shrugged. “I don’t think so. I don’t know how a person who ruined so many people’s only place they were able to be themselves can change. You had a better experience with her, I guess, but I didn’t.” She took a deep breath as he lead her off the dance floor and she sat in the chair he pulled out for her. “I really liked English. So I think it’d be a good choice, but I also think teaching children would be too.”

Finn had done enough reminsciencing for one night and instead wanted to focus on the present. He had a former classmate, a former gleek, and a friend, in his arms and he couldn’t shut up about himself and his past. He knew Marley came to McKinley after he’d already graduated and had only heard stories about how good his experience was but if she had known about the bullies, the slushies, the rumors, she wouldn’t have believed that it was all smooth sailing for him. He was a legend now but back then, he was a loser despite dating one of the popular girls in school. When Mr. Schue planted that weed in his locker, he assumed his life was over. But it had turned out to be the best time of his life. Singing in front of his mom, winning Nationals, getting a scholarship for football. It all started with being a loser. “I didn’t think they were that bad. But I might be biased. Your voice is amazing and well, I don’t think you should give up. Maybe do something else for now but always keep that voice in your mind. You’re way to good not to at least try.”

“I think its awesome that you’re graduating with me. I was expecting to blow off the after parties because I didn’t know anyone except for my teammates and a few classmates but now, it’ll be nice to see a much friendly face there. I mean, if you go of course. I’m still meh about the whole thing. I’m not really a party person. I never really got over watching everyone else have fun while I had to take drunk people home. The things I heard and saw… I could write a book.” He laughed, his head shaking at her next words. “I don’t recall ever having a pleasant conversation or encounter with her. The only time I saw her being compassionate was with Becky and even then she had her limits. She’s not evil but close enough.” He finished, shrugging his shoulders as he sat down next to her at the table. “So why not combine the two and teach English to children? That would be fun, especially with how imaginative they are. Imagine the papers you’d be grading. I’m actually envious as I sit her and talk about it.” Finn laughed, finishing off his drink and setting the glass down.

Marley was glad they stopped talking about the school and their experiences. Hers weren’t as good as his was, and she hated even thinking about them. Especially after everything she seemed to ruin. “I don’t think I’ll ever try again. Mr. Schue only liked them after protest and they couldn’t win us a trophy and YouTube hated them…” She shook her head. “The music life is not for me. I had to face that, and I did. Now I’m focusing on my future teaching career.”

She laughed softly before shaking her head. “I’m not going. This is my first and last party like this. Maybe we could grab pizza or something instead. Celebrate together that we’ve graduated. If you want to, of course.” She blushed softly before nodding to his thoughts on Sue. “She’s definitely her own person.” She commented as she watched him join her at the table. “Maybe. That’d be fun. And I do love children.” She shrugged. “I’m just unsure. I guess wherever hires me is what I’ll do.”

Finn smiled sympathetically at her but nodded. He personally found her songs nice in a naive, high school angsty kind of way and wasn’t that the whole idea of that assignment? When Rachel wrote her song that won them Regionals, it was full of angst and her personal message to what an ass he’d been. And the group song had a grammatical error but it had still been fun to write about personal experiences. He knew that if Marley had wanted to continue writing, she could have something album worthy now that she was more mature and smarter. “Well, I can’t argue with you. I mean, I could because I liked your songs and they weren’t that bad but it appears as if you’ve made up your mind so I’ll drop it. For now. I personally thought you could do anything you wanted and I’m really happy that you seem to have found it. I just hope come graduation, we’re not fighting for the same position at the same high school.” He chuckled, bumping his shoulder against hers.

At her suggestion, he nodded and took the last sip of his drink. “I’d like that. It’d certainly be quieter and we could hear ourselves think. And the food and drink would definitely be better.” He laughed, feeling his phone buzzing in his pocket. Looking down at the name, he smiled softly, a mix of happiness and disappointment on his face. “Well, I hate to do this but I actually need to go. My girlfriend is home from work and I promised her we could watch a movie of her choice. I’d much rather stay here with you because she likes the chick flicks and if I have to sit through one more Channing Tatum movie, I might literally die.” He laughed, leaning over to give her a hug. “But I will text you later and we can make plans to hang out, okay?” He said, standing up from the table and throwing his cup away. “And for the record, you’re going to be an amazing teacher, whether its kids or smart ass teenagers.” He complimented, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “Text me tonight. I want to make sure you got home safe, all right?” He asked, writing his number down on a piece of paper. “Goodnight Mar.”

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