Who: singslikeagirl, rockstarwarbler and bad2theboner
What: Hindsight is always 20/20
Where: En route to New York
When: Wednesday, after lunch
Rating: G

In theory, Blaine should have just slept in the car on the way home from Boston. It sounded like a good notion, and after the uncomfortable night he had, sleep sounded good. But they were barely an hour in the car, and he was starting to think this whole thing was a bad, bad idea. It was snowing outside, but not enough to prevent them driving, just adequate to slow the journey right now. It was going to be more like six hours to New York rather than two at this rate. He dozed on and off, but that was about it. The seat felt uncomfortable, the belt felt tight around his stomach, the pillow he had kept slipping down the window into an awkward position, and his feet were freezing despite the heating in the car.

He managed to last two hours into the trip before he started to feel like he wasn't going to handle the rest of the trip. He figured he wanted to get home enough that he could handle a bit of nausea on the trip home. It felt like his stomach was on a washing machine cycle below his ribcage, though and lower it was cramping like someone was trying to twist his insides into knots. He held the backs of his fingers to his mouth as he swallowed heavily, trying to urge the sensation to pass. What about that injection they gave him in the ass? It seemed to be doing sweet FA. It didn't help that the window-wipers were swishing back and forth in front of him at a nauseating pace, and that every bump Kurt hit with the car made Blaine feel like his stomach was going to bounce out of his mouth. All-in-all, this idea sucked, and he really wished it hadn't been his in the first place.

The snow was getting harder outside now, and Blaine was more than aware of Andrew's presence in the back. It was one thing to be feeling and looking like crap in front of your husband, but in front of his ex? It didn't matter to Blaine that Andrew had seen him at his worst in the wake of the shooting. This felt worse. He was paranoid and really didn't want to make an ass of himself.

Who: singslikeagirl, rockstarwarbler and bad2theboner
What: Hindsight is always 20/20
Where: En route to New York
When: Wednesday, after lunch
Rating: G

In theory, Blaine should have just slept in the car on the way home from Boston. It sounded like a good notion, and after the uncomfortable night he had, sleep sounded good. But they were barely an hour in the car, and he was starting to think this whole thing was a bad, bad idea. It was snowing outside, but not enough to prevent them driving, just adequate to slow the journey right now. It was going to be more like six hours to New York rather than two at this rate. He dozed on and off, but that was about it. The seat felt uncomfortable, the belt felt tight around his stomach, the pillow he had kept slipping down the window into an awkward position, and his feet were freezing despite the heating in the car.

He managed to last two hours into the trip before he started to feel like he wasn't going to handle the rest of the trip. He figured he wanted to get home enough that he could handle a bit of nausea on the trip home. It felt like his stomach was on a washing machine cycle below his ribcage, though and lower it was cramping like someone was trying to twist his insides into knots. He held the backs of his fingers to his mouth as he swallowed heavily, trying to urge the sensation to pass. What about that injection they gave him in the ass? It seemed to be doing sweet FA. It didn't help that the window-wipers were swishing back and forth in front of him at a nauseating pace, and that every bump Kurt hit with the car made Blaine feel like his stomach was going to bounce out of his mouth. All-in-all, this idea sucked, and he really wished it hadn't been his in the first place.

The snow was getting harder outside now, and Blaine was more than aware of Andrew's presence in the back. It was one thing to be feeling and looking like crap in front of your husband, but in front of his ex? It didn't matter to Blaine that Andrew had seen him at his worst in the wake of the shooting. This felt worse. He was paranoid and really didn't want to make an ass of himself.

Noah "Puck" Puckerman is feelin' kinda sick...

Matt! Long time, no see. Tana gave me your new number, and I've decided we need to hang out. ;)

Who? Puck and Carole (Lemme know if I need to fix anything here!)
When? Backdated to Wednesday, early evening
Where? A nice, but reasonable restaurant
Rating: PG, cuz Puck will behave himself around his adoptive mom

( They say blood is thicker than water, oh, but love is thicker than blood... )

Who? Puck and Carole (Lemme know if I need to fix anything here!)
When? Backdated to Wednesday, early evening
Where? A nice, but reasonable restaurant
Rating: PG, cuz Puck will behave himself around his adoptive mom

( They say blood is thicker than water, oh, but love is thicker than blood... )

Snowed in. My god.

Who? Breanah
Where? 29 Rockefeller Plaza
What? Snowpocalypse
When? Thursday morning
Rating: PG

Whoever had written Let It Snow obviously never knew how powerful their song was. Well, at least that was Breanah's opinion. The brunette had pulled the door to the studio closed and shook the flakes of snow that had nested itself in her hair out. She made her way towards the makeup room, pulling her gloves off and shoving them into her bag.

"I hate snow." she said simply, watching as npc Mickey settled into a chair for the makeup girl to take care of him. Mickey laughed and pointed out the window where more snow was falling.

"You'll have to deal with it. I'm also pretty sure it snows in Ohio, Bre, shouldn't you be used to it?" Breanah gave him a dirty look and leaned against the edge of the counter. "You know, I hear the University of Arizona has a decent meteorology program; they don't get snow in Arizona."

"That is a true statement. However, it's also like a million degrees there 90% of the year, I'm not going to die of heatstroke when hypothermia is much easier." she pointed out, tapping one of the brushes against the edge of the counter. She held the brush between her fingers and pointed at the sports anchor. "And by sending me to your alma mater wouldn't make my life any easier, I'd still have one extreme to the next." the anchor laughed, causing the makeup girl to give him a stern look.

They dropped their conversation there, earning a pleased look from the girl until Mickey started laughing again. They left the room snickering, heading towards the news desk where the floor manager was waiting, unamused at what was an inside joke.

"Breanah, we need you to take over for Summer." he said, pointing her back to the makeup room. Breanah made a face and nodded, turning on her heel to get fixed up for the morning news cast. The artist seemed a little less than enthused when Breanah returned to the room but did her job without a word to her. The minute she was done, she slid out of the chair and made her way towards the studio. A glance out of the double doors told her one thing: Snowmaggedon was among them.

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With another morning show under her belt, Breanah pulled on her gloves, coats and hat and headed towards the front door of the building. She froze, staring out into the swirling white abyss in front of her. What in the name of Jon was going on outside? Cautiously, she took a step towards the entrance and paused. That sure as hell was a LOT of snow. Shaking the inane fear of getting trapped in a snowman, Breanah pulled open the door and shut it almost immediately afterward.

"I'll just go ahead and stick around and do the rest of the days weather" she told the producer, when she noticed that the girl had not moved from her spot. "I am not fighting my way to my dorm through all of this. Consider me your weather girl for the day." she said, tucking loose hair behind her ears. The producer nodded and went to check on the talent that had arrived a few minutes prior to their conversation. From the corner of her eye, Breanah could see Mickey snickering at her misfortune. "Its going to turn into Snowmaggedon, just you wait." she said, secretly wishing that this was just a passing phase.

Who? Breanah
Where? 29 Rockefeller Plaza
What? Snowpocalypse
When? Thursday morning
Rating: PG

Whoever had written Let It Snow obviously never knew how powerful their song was. Well, at least that was Breanah's opinion. The brunette had pulled the door to the studio closed and shook the flakes of snow that had nested itself in her hair out. She made her way towards the makeup room, pulling her gloves off and shoving them into her bag.

"I hate snow." she said simply, watching as npc Mickey settled into a chair for the makeup girl to take care of him. Mickey laughed and pointed out the window where more snow was falling.

"You'll have to deal with it. I'm also pretty sure it snows in Ohio, Bre, shouldn't you be used to it?" Breanah gave him a dirty look and leaned against the edge of the counter. "You know, I hear the University of Arizona has a decent meteorology program; they don't get snow in Arizona."

"That is a true statement. However, it's also like a million degrees there 90% of the year, I'm not going to die of heatstroke when hypothermia is much easier." she pointed out, tapping one of the brushes against the edge of the counter. She held the brush between her fingers and pointed at the sports anchor. "And by sending me to your alma mater wouldn't make my life any easier, I'd still have one extreme to the next." the anchor laughed, causing the makeup girl to give him a stern look.

They dropped their conversation there, earning a pleased look from the girl until Mickey started laughing again. They left the room snickering, heading towards the news desk where the floor manager was waiting, unamused at what was an inside joke.

"Breanah, we need you to take over for Summer." he said, pointing her back to the makeup room. Breanah made a face and nodded, turning on her heel to get fixed up for the morning news cast. The artist seemed a little less than enthused when Breanah returned to the room but did her job without a word to her. The minute she was done, she slid out of the chair and made her way towards the studio. A glance out of the double doors told her one thing: Snowmaggedon was among them.

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With another morning show under her belt, Breanah pulled on her gloves, coats and hat and headed towards the front door of the building. She froze, staring out into the swirling white abyss in front of her. What in the name of Jon was going on outside? Cautiously, she took a step towards the entrance and paused. That sure as hell was a LOT of snow. Shaking the inane fear of getting trapped in a snowman, Breanah pulled open the door and shut it almost immediately afterward.

"I'll just go ahead and stick around and do the rest of the days weather" she told the producer, when she noticed that the girl had not moved from her spot. "I am not fighting my way to my dorm through all of this. Consider me your weather girl for the day." she said, tucking loose hair behind her ears. The producer nodded and went to check on the talent that had arrived a few minutes prior to their conversation. From the corner of her eye, Breanah could see Mickey snickering at her misfortune. "Its going to turn into Snowmaggedon, just you wait." she said, secretly wishing that this was just a passing phase.