HELLO? Am I doing this right? Hell, what is a Facebook anyway? Sounds like one of those green things he rubs on his face at night.

Okay. Right. Kurt... Finn... whoever. Just let me know that the boy got to New York okay, alright? Straight away. I know you're all busy being not kids anymore, but just humour me.

Kurt, pick up the phone, boy. It won't bite you.

Finn, your mom says to change your underwear every day and eat more carrots.

Let me know, pronto.

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I lied.

I'm not seeing someone and I do want his ass.

Who: showingnuttage (but he's 100% botherable if anyone wants)
When: Let's say Sunday evening, after the cruise has docked
Where: Some bar with booze is all that matters
Rating: PG-13


Sam couldn't have had a worse time on the cruise if he tried. Not only had he spent most of it seasick, but right at the end when he finally had Kurt alone for a conversation, he ended up blatantly lying to the flaboyant fashion designer to save face on his true feelings. Kurt had basically confronted him outright, and Sam flat out lied.

World's Biggest Idiot.

He had never banked on seeing Kurt, not in a million years. In fact, he hadn't really thought about his crush in ages. But to have Kurt there, flashy and colourful and in his face, it all came rushing back. Only to discover Kurt was well and truly taken by a hot blond and possessive doctor. What started out as an optimistic break from college had come crashing down in a heap, and although he was relieved to be back on dry land, Sam felt nothing but bummed out to be dropped back into his average life with friends he wasn't even really close to. Kurt seemed to love everyone, and vice versa, while Sam could barely remember his roommate's surname.

He dumped his bags back at his on-campus room and then jumped into a cab to head into the city. He considered going to let off some steam at the gym, but instead found himself sitting in some bar nursing a rum and coke with a bowl of peanuts for company. He flicked a nut across the bar and let out a heavy, long-suffering sigh. Why did everything suddenly seem to suck so hardcore?

Who: showingnuttage (but he's 100% botherable if anyone wants)
When: Let's say Sunday evening, after the cruise has docked
Where: Some bar with booze is all that matters
Rating: PG-13


Sam couldn't have had a worse time on the cruise if he tried. Not only had he spent most of it seasick, but right at the end when he finally had Kurt alone for a conversation, he ended up blatantly lying to the flaboyant fashion designer to save face on his true feelings. Kurt had basically confronted him outright, and Sam flat out lied.

World's Biggest Idiot.

He had never banked on seeing Kurt, not in a million years. In fact, he hadn't really thought about his crush in ages. But to have Kurt there, flashy and colourful and in his face, it all came rushing back. Only to discover Kurt was well and truly taken by a hot blond and possessive doctor. What started out as an optimistic break from college had come crashing down in a heap, and although he was relieved to be back on dry land, Sam felt nothing but bummed out to be dropped back into his average life with friends he wasn't even really close to. Kurt seemed to love everyone, and vice versa, while Sam could barely remember his roommate's surname.

He dumped his bags back at his on-campus room and then jumped into a cab to head into the city. He considered going to let off some steam at the gym, but instead found himself sitting in some bar nursing a rum and coke with a bowl of peanuts for company. He flicked a nut across the bar and let out a heavy, long-suffering sigh. Why did everything suddenly seem to suck so hardcore?

Dude, where the hell you been? Beers and babes ASAP?

Noah "Puck" Puckerman can't believe he ran into Quinn Fabray after all this time. It was nice seeing her.

IT'S AN HORRIFIC TRAGEDY! I DEMAND MOURNING! AND GET WELL GUMMI BEARS!

Who: singslikeagirl and blewouttheflame
When: Sunday evening
Where: The BFF Apartment of Perfection
Rating: Who knows with this pair


Kurt was sulking intensely, but he was just doing it with his usual style. Okay, so maybe he wasn't sulking. More like indulging completely because he felt after his terrible ordeal of becoming intimately acquainted with Finn's elbow earlier in the day, he deserved an infinite amount of pampering. Which is what led him to be now in the double-sized bathtub (pretty much the deciding factor on choosing the apartment when they were searching), almond and vanilla scented bubbles frothing up around him. He had a chilled cooling mask over his eyes with a pink satin cover emblazoned with purple diamantes that declared PRINCESS across the front and the iPod in his ears was blasting the fabulous Dolly Parton's 9 to 5.

He was singing along enthusiastically in his high falsetto and pristine tone, moving his shoulders along to the tune so the bubbles threatened to repeatedly spill over the edge of the tub. Enough candles were lit around the room to make it bright, but in the subtle enough light, he hadn't been able to see how terrible his eye looked in the mirror. But he was right in the middle of loudly singing along to the chorus, complete with bubble-covered jazz hands when he felt something tap on his head and screamed like a girl, floundering in the water. "YOU CAN'T MURDER ME! I'M FABULOUS AND I HAVE A REALLY MASSIVE GUN!"

Who: singslikeagirl and blewouttheflame
When: Sunday evening
Where: The BFF Apartment of Perfection
Rating: Who knows with this pair


Kurt was sulking intensely, but he was just doing it with his usual style. Okay, so maybe he wasn't sulking. More like indulging completely because he felt after his terrible ordeal of becoming intimately acquainted with Finn's elbow earlier in the day, he deserved an infinite amount of pampering. Which is what led him to be now in the double-sized bathtub (pretty much the deciding factor on choosing the apartment when they were searching), almond and vanilla scented bubbles frothing up around him. He had a chilled cooling mask over his eyes with a pink satin cover emblazoned with purple diamantes that declared PRINCESS across the front and the iPod in his ears was blasting the fabulous Dolly Parton's 9 to 5.

He was singing along enthusiastically in his high falsetto and pristine tone, moving his shoulders along to the tune so the bubbles threatened to repeatedly spill over the edge of the tub. Enough candles were lit around the room to make it bright, but in the subtle enough light, he hadn't been able to see how terrible his eye looked in the mirror. But he was right in the middle of loudly singing along to the chorus, complete with bubble-covered jazz hands when he felt something tap on his head and screamed like a girl, floundering in the water. "YOU CAN'T MURDER ME! I'M FABULOUS AND I HAVE A REALLY MASSIVE GUN!"

Influx of Glee presence in NYC.

Kind of makes me miss those days, and some of the people.

I refuse to take the blame for this one. You can blame my sister, she infected my mind with it.

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Who Artie Abrams and Tina Cohen-Chang
When After Tina's return to New York following the cruise
Where Artie's dorm room
Rating NC-17, NSFW

Artie would like to say he was using his lap top for serious, study like activities. Plotting his next short film, writing down ideas that had come to him. No, instead he was wasting time on Facebook, groaning at the stupid videos his sister had decided to send him. Who let her loose on the internet? Wasn't she too young for it, even at sixteen? Every now and then he glanced at his cell phone. Tina was due back in the city today, and as soon as he received a text that she was back, he intended to head over there straight away. He'd missed her, and wanted to spend as much time as he could with her.

After a while, bored of Facebook (yes, it did happen - he'd deliberately taken the Bejewelled app off for that very reason), he moved to his bed, fed up of sitting in his chair, and propped himself up and began playing guitar softly. Music of choice? Hotel California. He was lost in the music for a while, to be jolted out of his reverie by a knock on the door. "It's open," he called out. One of his course mates had said that he might drop in, run over some ideas, so he hadn't bothered to lock the door. Less hassle that way.

Who Artie Abrams and Tina Cohen-Chang
When After Tina's return to New York following the cruise
Where Artie's dorm room
Rating NC-17, NSFW

Artie would like to say he was using his lap top for serious, study like activities. Plotting his next short film, writing down ideas that had come to him. No, instead he was wasting time on Facebook, groaning at the stupid videos his sister had decided to send him. Who let her loose on the internet? Wasn't she too young for it, even at sixteen? Every now and then he glanced at his cell phone. Tina was due back in the city today, and as soon as he received a text that she was back, he intended to head over there straight away. He'd missed her, and wanted to spend as much time as he could with her.

After a while, bored of Facebook (yes, it did happen - he'd deliberately taken the Bejewelled app off for that very reason), he moved to his bed, fed up of sitting in his chair, and propped himself up and began playing guitar softly. Music of choice? Hotel California. He was lost in the music for a while, to be jolted out of his reverie by a knock on the door. "It's open," he called out. One of his course mates had said that he might drop in, run over some ideas, so he hadn't bothered to lock the door. Less hassle that way.

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 Rachel Berry is suffering from insomnia and would like some hot milk with honey, please.

Who? Puck and Artie
When? Tuesday night, 6pm
Where? Outside the McDonald's on Avenue of the Americas
Rating: Probs PGish

( Ain't no party like a Puck -n- Artie Partie! )

Who? Puck and Artie
When? Tuesday night, 6pm
Where? Outside the McDonald's on Avenue of the Americas
Rating: Probs PGish

( Ain't no party like a Puck -n- Artie Partie! )

Who? Breanah Davis
When? Thursday, early afternoon
Where? NYU Student Union
Rating: PG

Pulling her wallet out of her bag, Breanah pulled open the door of the Student Union and dug through it for some cash. Clutching her money she glanced around at her options; To her left, she had Chick-Fil-A or Panda Express, on the right there was McDonald's and Subway, all four with lines longer than she was willing to wait for her lunch. Making a quick decision, Breanah weaved her way through a couple of people clusters before standing at the end of the line for Panda Express.

Clutching her order in one hand and her wallet in the other, the brunette made her way to an empty table. Dropping her bag into the empty chair next to her, she sat down and let out a light sigh. Skewering a piece of orange chicken onto her fork, she took a bite, and pulled it out of her mouth instantly before it could further burn her tongue.

Who? Breanah Davis
When? Thursday, early afternoon
Where? NYU Student Union
Rating: PG

Pulling her wallet out of her bag, Breanah pulled open the door of the Student Union and dug through it for some cash. Clutching her money she glanced around at her options; To her left, she had Chick-Fil-A or Panda Express, on the right there was McDonald's and Subway, all four with lines longer than she was willing to wait for her lunch. Making a quick decision, Breanah weaved her way through a couple of people clusters before standing at the end of the line for Panda Express.

Clutching her order in one hand and her wallet in the other, the brunette made her way to an empty table. Dropping her bag into the empty chair next to her, she sat down and let out a light sigh. Skewering a piece of orange chicken onto her fork, she took a bite, and pulled it out of her mouth instantly before it could further burn her tongue.