Who: Breanah and Lucil
What: A little bit of a freak out
Where: Ferrari’s pad
When: Morning after this
Rating: PG, unless Breanah decides to be a potty mouth

Breanah had time to think about what exactly had happened the night before. It wasn’t the first time she had done something to the same extent and she knew it wouldn’t be her last. Breanah woke up the same time she normally did and went through her normal routine of shower, subway and a quick stop to the Starbucks down the street. She nursed the coffee as she stammered through a conversation with Julian, giving him a one-armed hug as she glanced down at the time.

Once inside the news station, she had expected to go through her normal routine of running around the studio fetching this paper or that report. Instead, she found herself in one of the vans with the sports anchor on her way to some sports complex to report from some practice. The brunette forced her laughs and faked smiles until they had arrived, excusing herself to the nearest restroom where she promptly splashed cool water onto her face.

“Snap out of it, Bre.” She told herself, staring at her reflection in the mirror. However, snapping out of it took more work than she had realized. During a filming break, Breanah realized that she was only a few blocks from Ferrari’s apartment. She calculated her time to when she’d be needed next as she ducked out of the complex and onto the sidewalk.

Breanah moved quickly towards Ferrari’s place, shouting an unapologetic ‘sorry!’ to whoever she bumped into as she headed up the stairs. As she reached the floor she pulled her shoes off, cursing the choice she made as she knocked roughly against the door, putting her forehead to it with more force than necessary.

“Ferrari” she whined, hitting the door with her hand once more. “I need to talk to you.”

Who: Breanah and Lucil
What: A little bit of a freak out
Where: Ferrari’s pad
When: Morning after this
Rating: PG, unless Breanah decides to be a potty mouth

Breanah had time to think about what exactly had happened the night before. It wasn’t the first time she had done something to the same extent and she knew it wouldn’t be her last. Breanah woke up the same time she normally did and went through her normal routine of shower, subway and a quick stop to the Starbucks down the street. She nursed the coffee as she stammered through a conversation with Julian, giving him a one-armed hug as she glanced down at the time.

Once inside the news station, she had expected to go through her normal routine of running around the studio fetching this paper or that report. Instead, she found herself in one of the vans with the sports anchor on her way to some sports complex to report from some practice. The brunette forced her laughs and faked smiles until they had arrived, excusing herself to the nearest restroom where she promptly splashed cool water onto her face.

“Snap out of it, Bre.” She told herself, staring at her reflection in the mirror. However, snapping out of it took more work than she had realized. During a filming break, Breanah realized that she was only a few blocks from Ferrari’s apartment. She calculated her time to when she’d be needed next as she ducked out of the complex and onto the sidewalk.

Breanah moved quickly towards Ferrari’s place, shouting an unapologetic ‘sorry!’ to whoever she bumped into as she headed up the stairs. As she reached the floor she pulled her shoes off, cursing the choice she made as she knocked roughly against the door, putting her forehead to it with more force than necessary.

“Ferrari” she whined, hitting the door with her hand once more. “I need to talk to you.”

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Who: singslikeagirl & rockstarwarbler
What: Oops, they did it again
Where: Borgata Hotel, Atlantic City
When: Saturday afternoon, following THIS
Rating: PG-13, may increase


Blaine's heart was thumping rapidly in his chest as he rolled over and flopped onto his back. He kicked his feet a little to try and uncurl his legs from the tangle of sheets and reached up to wipe the perspiration off his forehead with the back of his hand. He caught his breath for a moment and once he had his legs free, rolled back onto his side snuggled up into an equally as naked and sweaty Kurt, kissing his shoulder and unable to prevent a satiated hum of pleasure escaping him.

He wet his lips and rubbed his hand over Kurt's chest down to his stomach. "I feel like a burger," he decided with a smirk.

Who: singslikeagirl & rockstarwarbler
What: Oops, they did it again
Where: Borgata Hotel, Atlantic City
When: Saturday afternoon, following THIS
Rating: PG-13, may increase


Blaine's heart was thumping rapidly in his chest as he rolled over and flopped onto his back. He kicked his feet a little to try and uncurl his legs from the tangle of sheets and reached up to wipe the perspiration off his forehead with the back of his hand. He caught his breath for a moment and once he had his legs free, rolled back onto his side snuggled up into an equally as naked and sweaty Kurt, kissing his shoulder and unable to prevent a satiated hum of pleasure escaping him.

He wet his lips and rubbed his hand over Kurt's chest down to his stomach. "I feel like a burger," he decided with a smirk.

singslikeagirl is in a relationship and it's complicated.

Who: iwannabedirty and carsandsoftball
What: A little clubbing.
Where: Nightclub Unnamed because I'm too lazy to look one up, okay?
When: Sunday night
Rating: PG-13, because San still hasn't cleaned up her language. :P

Tonight, Santana was hanging with Ferrari and, as they were prone to do, they were hitting up a club. Dancing and drinking sounded like a nice break after all the studying she'd been doing. And, next to shopping, it was one of her favorite things to do. Very little could beat shopping in Santana's book.

Carefully counting out the bills, she handed the correct amount of money to her cab driver. She had to watch herself financially. She and Brittany weren't hurting, but they weren't swimming in pools of money or anything, and her parents only helped her out so much. She walked up to the entrance of the crowded club, eyes peeled for Ferrari.

Who: iwannabedirty and carsandsoftball
What: A little clubbing.
Where: Nightclub Unnamed because I'm too lazy to look one up, okay?
When: Sunday night
Rating: PG-13, because San still hasn't cleaned up her language. :P

Tonight, Santana was hanging with Ferrari and, as they were prone to do, they were hitting up a club. Dancing and drinking sounded like a nice break after all the studying she'd been doing. And, next to shopping, it was one of her favorite things to do. Very little could beat shopping in Santana's book.

Carefully counting out the bills, she handed the correct amount of money to her cab driver. She had to watch herself financially. She and Brittany weren't hurting, but they weren't swimming in pools of money or anything, and her parents only helped her out so much. She walked up to the entrance of the crowded club, eyes peeled for Ferrari.

Who: dancnwithmyself & morbidbubbles
What: He wasn't always a boy in a wheelchair...
Where: Artie's dorm room
When: Saturday, after Tina's shopping trip
Rating: PG


There were pictures strewn out all over the desk in Artie's dorm room. When he'd asked his Mom to send a certain box of items he hadn't looked at since before his accident, he'd underestimated just how much his mother had collected up over the years. She was a pack rat, and now he was the one going through it. If he wasn't currently amused by a Christmas decoration he'd made one year after, he'd ring her up and complain. At this rate he was going to need his dad to come and pick him up at Christmas to take it all home.

He picked up a photo of him and his father, standing with a soccer ball in his arms. It was nearly as big as he was, but he remembered that he'd loved playing it. Now the pangs he felt at missing running around were tiny, no more than a hazy memory. He really had adapted to what he could and couldn't do. Now was the right time to show Tina.

Who: dancnwithmyself & morbidbubbles
What: He wasn't always a boy in a wheelchair...
Where: Artie's dorm room
When: Saturday, after Tina's shopping trip
Rating: PG


There were pictures strewn out all over the desk in Artie's dorm room. When he'd asked his Mom to send a certain box of items he hadn't looked at since before his accident, he'd underestimated just how much his mother had collected up over the years. She was a pack rat, and now he was the one going through it. If he wasn't currently amused by a Christmas decoration he'd made one year after, he'd ring her up and complain. At this rate he was going to need his dad to come and pick him up at Christmas to take it all home.

He picked up a photo of him and his father, standing with a soccer ball in his arms. It was nearly as big as he was, but he remembered that he'd loved playing it. Now the pangs he felt at missing running around were tiny, no more than a hazy memory. He really had adapted to what he could and couldn't do. Now was the right time to show Tina.

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DAMN YOU, JUSTIN BIEBER. I GOT SO FAR IN LIFE WITHOUT RESPECTING YOU AND NOW YOU GO AND DO THIS: