Who: legallyhung and anyone who wants to interupt him
What: Research, he's actually quite savvy at it when not thinking about breasts
Where: Main Library, NYU
When: Thursday evening
Rating: He's always at least PG-13

School was back at it and things were well in the swing again, but it still was probably unusual for Lucas to be sitting in the library on Thursday night just after classes started. Any other time, maybe. Despite his persona, he was actually an extremely hard worker and got literally depressed when he scored Bs and not As. He was ambitious, and he wanted to succeed. He put the time in with the books they deserved and he was reaping the benefits for it at the top of his class. His Dad often asked him why he turned down the offer to Harvard Law School, but it wasn't a scene Lucas wanted after his years at Dalton. He needed a life, not just a qualification.

But now, disregarding the fact he had a couple of his large law texts piled next to him, he had a medical text open in front of him and a legal pad beside it with some scrawled notes on the first half of the page. He was good at hiding his feelings, but he couldn't even begin to explain how thrown he had been at Blaine's news. Stunned didn't even begin to cut it. Of all people, it had to be Blaine. He stopped in his writing, putting his pen down to just stare blankly at the books on his other side. Absolutely Positive and The First Year. HIV: An Essential Guide for the Newly Diagnosed. Something like this didn't happen to one of your closest friends without if effecting you. As if hearing he had been shot wasn't enough. Lucas was going to have to start calling the dude Garfield, because he just must have nine fucking lives.


[ooc: Open to anyone who might be at NYU for some reason. Multiple taggers welcome, again, just assume the scenes came one after the other]

Who: legallyhung and anyone who wants to interupt him
What: Research, he's actually quite savvy at it when not thinking about breasts
Where: Main Library, NYU
When: Thursday evening
Rating: He's always at least PG-13

School was back at it and things were well in the swing again, but it still was probably unusual for Lucas to be sitting in the library on Thursday night just after classes started. Any other time, maybe. Despite his persona, he was actually an extremely hard worker and got literally depressed when he scored Bs and not As. He was ambitious, and he wanted to succeed. He put the time in with the books they deserved and he was reaping the benefits for it at the top of his class. His Dad often asked him why he turned down the offer to Harvard Law School, but it wasn't a scene Lucas wanted after his years at Dalton. He needed a life, not just a qualification.

But now, disregarding the fact he had a couple of his large law texts piled next to him, he had a medical text open in front of him and a legal pad beside it with some scrawled notes on the first half of the page. He was good at hiding his feelings, but he couldn't even begin to explain how thrown he had been at Blaine's news. Stunned didn't even begin to cut it. Of all people, it had to be Blaine. He stopped in his writing, putting his pen down to just stare blankly at the books on his other side. Absolutely Positive and The First Year. HIV: An Essential Guide for the Newly Diagnosed. Something like this didn't happen to one of your closest friends without if effecting you. As if hearing he had been shot wasn't enough. Lucas was going to have to start calling the dude Garfield, because he just must have nine fucking lives.


[ooc: Open to anyone who might be at NYU for some reason. Multiple taggers welcome, again, just assume the scenes came one after the other]

Lalala, another day, another hour in the airport...

Who: dancnwithmyself, morbidbubbles, with iwannabedirty and moretalented
Where: Patsy's Italian Restaurant
When: Saturday, after Artie and Tina return to New York
What: A date, turning into something a little more awkward
Rating: PG-13 (Let's be safe)

It was with mixed feelings that Artie came back to New York. He'd stretched his stay at home to the absolute limit, taking advantage of that extra time to spend it with his Nana. He hated leaving though. His Dad dropped he and Tina and the airport, and he was quieter than normal on the flight back, holding Tina's hand tightly most of the way, for more than just hating the flight.

He shook himself out of his mood when he got back to his dorm room, quickly unpacking (thankfully, he didn't have all that much to unpack). The thought of going out on a date with Tina was a good distraction - it had been too long since they'd actually gone out on a proper date - too often they just settled for a takeaway, a movie and an evening cuddled up together. Artie was determined not to go down the route of neglecting Tina again, so he chose to take them out on Saturday to make up for the lack of time they'd had together in Lima, with her staying over - he owed her a lullaby, after all. He checked the booking he'd made, then after unpacking, he spent a while getting ready. He was due to meet Tina there (it felt more 'datish' to him), and she'd left her overnight bag with him in advance, with dire warnings not to touch it.

He made his way out in the cold night, heading towards the restaurant and getting there ten minutes early, opting to sit inside rather than wait outside in the cold January New York night.


[ooc: A few tags with Artie and Tina first, then Brittany and Santana show up?]

Who: dancnwithmyself, morbidbubbles, with iwannabedirty and moretalented
Where: Patsy's Italian Restaurant
When: Saturday, after Artie and Tina return to New York
What: A date, turning into something a little more awkward
Rating: PG-13 (Let's be safe)

It was with mixed feelings that Artie came back to New York. He'd stretched his stay at home to the absolute limit, taking advantage of that extra time to spend it with his Nana. He hated leaving though. His Dad dropped he and Tina and the airport, and he was quieter than normal on the flight back, holding Tina's hand tightly most of the way, for more than just hating the flight.

He shook himself out of his mood when he got back to his dorm room, quickly unpacking (thankfully, he didn't have all that much to unpack). The thought of going out on a date with Tina was a good distraction - it had been too long since they'd actually gone out on a proper date - too often they just settled for a takeaway, a movie and an evening cuddled up together. Artie was determined not to go down the route of neglecting Tina again, so he chose to take them out on Saturday to make up for the lack of time they'd had together in Lima, with her staying over - he owed her a lullaby, after all. He checked the booking he'd made, then after unpacking, he spent a while getting ready. He was due to meet Tina there (it felt more 'datish' to him), and she'd left her overnight bag with him in advance, with dire warnings not to touch it.

He made his way out in the cold night, heading towards the restaurant and getting there ten minutes early, opting to sit inside rather than wait outside in the cold January New York night.


[ooc: A few tags with Artie and Tina first, then Brittany and Santana show up?]

Who? Matt and Rachel
Where? One of the dance classrooms at NYU
When? Monday morning, a little before 10.
Rating: PG at most


Matt sat in the corner of the dance room on the floor, stretching his legs, flexing and pointing his toes. He bent forward to touch his toes, before he gently rolled his neck and stood up.

Students slowly began to trickle in behind Matt, who was pretty early. He liked to be the first in a dance room. There was something about having the place to himself for a little while. As students filed in, some he knew, and some he didn't, he noticed a familiar face. None other than Rachel Berry walked into the room, and Matt was absolutely stunned.

Who? Matt and Rachel
Where? One of the dance classrooms at NYU
When? Monday morning, a little before 10.
Rating: PG at most


Matt sat in the corner of the dance room on the floor, stretching his legs, flexing and pointing his toes. He bent forward to touch his toes, before he gently rolled his neck and stood up.

Students slowly began to trickle in behind Matt, who was pretty early. He liked to be the first in a dance room. There was something about having the place to himself for a little while. As students filed in, some he knew, and some he didn't, he noticed a familiar face. None other than Rachel Berry walked into the room, and Matt was absolutely stunned.

Who: singslikegirl, showingnuttage and bad2theboner
What: Fractured fairy-tale
Where: ER, Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Following THIS
Rating: PG-13

"I swear to god, Evans, if you puke on my shoes, I'll wipe it up with your shirt and then castrate you with it. These are Armani," Kurt threatened in a quite murmur. Yes, Kurt Hummel with his perfect manicure was actually holding a very drunk Sam up around the waist and practically coaxing him how to use his feet. He had a firm handful of Sam's shirt pulled tight like some sort of brace. Of course, the ER's clientele had seemed to increase tenfold since Kurt left a short while ago and people were now everywhere. He was making a concerted effort to not let Sam draw attention to the fact he was boozed out of his brain. It just seemed like an impossible feat when all Sam did at Kurt's comment was giggle-snort and rest his head on Kurt's shoulder. Yes, giggle-snort.

Kurt closed his eyes very briefly and said a silent prayer to the fashion gods to spare him his outfit, if nothing else. When the hell did Sam get so big anyway? Kurt thought Finn was like Gigantor, but suddenly Sam seemed huge, and goddamn heavy. It was taking all of Kurt's strength to keep him on his feet, especially the way Sam was leaning on him to stay vertical. "I don't know what the hell you were drinking, but you smell like a bag lady threw up on you. Seriously, if he still wants you after this, it has to be, like, soul mate territory or something. Is that a peanut in your hair? Seriously? Did you snog the bar or something? Shit."

Who: singslikegirl, showingnuttage and bad2theboner
What: Fractured fairy-tale
Where: ER, Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Following THIS
Rating: PG-13

"I swear to god, Evans, if you puke on my shoes, I'll wipe it up with your shirt and then castrate you with it. These are Armani," Kurt threatened in a quite murmur. Yes, Kurt Hummel with his perfect manicure was actually holding a very drunk Sam up around the waist and practically coaxing him how to use his feet. He had a firm handful of Sam's shirt pulled tight like some sort of brace. Of course, the ER's clientele had seemed to increase tenfold since Kurt left a short while ago and people were now everywhere. He was making a concerted effort to not let Sam draw attention to the fact he was boozed out of his brain. It just seemed like an impossible feat when all Sam did at Kurt's comment was giggle-snort and rest his head on Kurt's shoulder. Yes, giggle-snort.

Kurt closed his eyes very briefly and said a silent prayer to the fashion gods to spare him his outfit, if nothing else. When the hell did Sam get so big anyway? Kurt thought Finn was like Gigantor, but suddenly Sam seemed huge, and goddamn heavy. It was taking all of Kurt's strength to keep him on his feet, especially the way Sam was leaning on him to stay vertical. "I don't know what the hell you were drinking, but you smell like a bag lady threw up on you. Seriously, if he still wants you after this, it has to be, like, soul mate territory or something. Is that a peanut in your hair? Seriously? Did you snog the bar or something? Shit."

Who: acontrolist and jewhawk
Where: Central Synagogue
When: Saturday, after Shabbat services
What: Two hot Jews running into each other at temple
Rating: PG

While Rachel had always been an early riser, even on weekends, there had been times after a wedding that had gone on particularity late into Friday night or the rare occasion when she'd been seeing someone who didn't share her Jewish faith when she hadn't been able to muster up the energy to get out of bed, get dressed and make her way uptown to East 55th for morning services. Over the years her visits to the gorgeous synagogue had become fewer and fewer until now they were almost exclusively around major holidays when the synagogue was overcrowded and teeming with people. So she'd made the decision, after 2010 had left her feeling like her life was more than just a little empty, to refocus on her spiritual growth for 2011. So far she'd managed to make both Saturday services for the year and there was a definite feeling of pride present as she made her way towards stairs that led down from the balcony and into the large lobby.

A pair of elderly ladies stepped in front of her and she held back, allowing them to cut in the line moving towards the stairs, her eyes traveling over the large interior of the synagogue and marveling at the intricate stained glass windows and chandeliers. There was still a part of her that felt the small thrill of enjoyment that she'd known the first time she'd come here with her dad at ten years old. It had been their first trip to New York and even now she still felt small in it's hugeness, but privileged to be part of something so beautiful and special. Her eyes drifted down to the benches below where a large crowd of people were moving towards the doors. She gave a small gasp she spotted a familiar face in the crowd and within seconds she was slipping out of line and moving down the aisle to the balcony railing. "Noah!" she stage whispered down below. While she managed to gain the attention of the people behind her, no one below her paid her any attention. "Noah!" she yelled, making a large hand movement to get his attention. This time a few heads turned in her direction, but still not the one that she wanted. She sighed. "Puckerman!" This time her voice seemed to travel further and she finally managed to get him to look up at her. She smiled widely and gave him a large wave. "I'll meet you downstairs!" she yelled again, pointing down with an over over-exaggerated hand movement. She smiled to herself and turned around to find some people in the line giving her amused looks. She felt her cheeks warm and got back into the slow moving line.

Who: acontrolist and jewhawk
Where: Central Synagogue
When: Saturday, after Shabbat services
What: Two hot Jews running into each other at temple
Rating: PG

While Rachel had always been an early riser, even on weekends, there had been times after a wedding that had gone on particularity late into Friday night or the rare occasion when she'd been seeing someone who didn't share her Jewish faith when she hadn't been able to muster up the energy to get out of bed, get dressed and make her way uptown to East 55th for morning services. Over the years her visits to the gorgeous synagogue had become fewer and fewer until now they were almost exclusively around major holidays when the synagogue was overcrowded and teeming with people. So she'd made the decision, after 2010 had left her feeling like her life was more than just a little empty, to refocus on her spiritual growth for 2011. So far she'd managed to make both Saturday services for the year and there was a definite feeling of pride present as she made her way towards stairs that led down from the balcony and into the large lobby.

A pair of elderly ladies stepped in front of her and she held back, allowing them to cut in the line moving towards the stairs, her eyes traveling over the large interior of the synagogue and marveling at the intricate stained glass windows and chandeliers. There was still a part of her that felt the small thrill of enjoyment that she'd known the first time she'd come here with her dad at ten years old. It had been their first trip to New York and even now she still felt small in it's hugeness, but privileged to be part of something so beautiful and special. Her eyes drifted down to the benches below where a large crowd of people were moving towards the doors. She gave a small gasp she spotted a familiar face in the crowd and within seconds she was slipping out of line and moving down the aisle to the balcony railing. "Noah!" she stage whispered down below. While she managed to gain the attention of the people behind her, no one below her paid her any attention. "Noah!" she yelled, making a large hand movement to get his attention. This time a few heads turned in her direction, but still not the one that she wanted. She sighed. "Puckerman!" This time her voice seemed to travel further and she finally managed to get him to look up at her. She smiled widely and gave him a large wave. "I'll meet you downstairs!" she yelled again, pointing down with an over over-exaggerated hand movement. She smiled to herself and turned around to find some people in the line giving her amused looks. She felt her cheeks warm and got back into the slow moving line.

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