Who: Anyone who wants to join (GROUP THREAD)
What: One for the road
Where: Hummel-Anderson-Fabray Home
When: Wednesday night
Rating: Could be anything

Kurt had planted himself on one of the outer spots of the four-seater sofa, though it hadn't exactly been by choice at the time. He had been aiming to go get a drink when he felt a bit woozy so he sat down before he could do anything completely embarrassing like pass out in front of people and terrify them. He really didn't want to scare his friends, even if he had an awareness that was inevitable right now. Hell, he was absolutely petrified himself, but doing a very good job of keeping the masks up. He stayed in that spot and just decided to watch the goings-on around him. Right now, he just needed the people he loved around him, and he needed it to be fun. No freaking prayer circles or vigils allowed, or bitchslaps would be earned.

He had done his best to try and dress up for the occasion, but even that took too much effort. He was neat, and the colours matched. That was going to have to be about the extent of it. He didn't know when he would see all his friends together having fun again... and there was a horrible niggle in his gut that maybe he wouldn't see them like this again. Tonight had to be special, and he was damn sure not going to let feeling crap stop that.



[ooc: Feel free to join, or not. It's up to you! Group gathering thread, usual stuff going on. Tag to open threads, or start your own. Feel free to flag someone you want to chat to in a thread too by putting their name in the subject line. Whatever takes your fancy.]

Who: Anyone who wants to join (GROUP THREAD)
What: One for the road
Where: Hummel-Anderson-Fabray Home
When: Wednesday night
Rating: Could be anything

Kurt had planted himself on one of the outer spots of the four-seater sofa, though it hadn't exactly been by choice at the time. He had been aiming to go get a drink when he felt a bit woozy so he sat down before he could do anything completely embarrassing like pass out in front of people and terrify them. He really didn't want to scare his friends, even if he had an awareness that was inevitable right now. Hell, he was absolutely petrified himself, but doing a very good job of keeping the masks up. He stayed in that spot and just decided to watch the goings-on around him. Right now, he just needed the people he loved around him, and he needed it to be fun. No freaking prayer circles or vigils allowed, or bitchslaps would be earned.

He had done his best to try and dress up for the occasion, but even that took too much effort. He was neat, and the colours matched. That was going to have to be about the extent of it. He didn't know when he would see all his friends together having fun again... and there was a horrible niggle in his gut that maybe he wouldn't see them like this again. Tonight had to be special, and he was damn sure not going to let feeling crap stop that.



[ooc: Feel free to join, or not. It's up to you! Group gathering thread, usual stuff going on. Tag to open threads, or start your own. Feel free to flag someone you want to chat to in a thread too by putting their name in the subject line. Whatever takes your fancy.]

Who? Puck, Louise, and all the single ladies. Dudes welcome, too, I suppose. :)
When? About a month before Louise's due date (so backdated, yo.) Saturday evening, around 5
Where? Puck's place
What? Baby shower!
Rating: PG-13 at the most

Puck had somehow or another managed to talk Louise into going out for a few hours to browse around at one of the baby stores, trying to keep her as far as possible from his place. He'd given Tina the extra key to his place the day before, and she was busily setting things up for the baby shower.

He shot a quick text to Tina, hoping like hell she was done, and took Louise's hand. "Let's go back to my place and chill, okay?" he said, kissing her forehead.

Who? Puck, Louise, and all the single ladies. Dudes welcome, too, I suppose. :)
When? About a month before Louise's due date (so backdated, yo.) Saturday evening, around 5
Where? Puck's place
What? Baby shower!
Rating: PG-13 at the most

Puck had somehow or another managed to talk Louise into going out for a few hours to browse around at one of the baby stores, trying to keep her as far as possible from his place. He'd given Tina the extra key to his place the day before, and she was busily setting things up for the baby shower.

He shot a quick text to Tina, hoping like hell she was done, and took Louise's hand. "Let's go back to my place and chill, okay?" he said, kissing her forehead.

Who: bad2theboner, showingnuttage and anyone else wanting to get their drunken celebratory indecency on
What: That's Dr Pearson to you
Where: S.O.Bs, NYC
When: Saturday night
Rating: It could be anything, let's go adult content possible

Andrew knew it hadn't quite sunk in yet that he had honest and truly finished college. He had graduated, he was officially a doctor and he would officially start his real doctor job as an ER Resident this coming week now his licence had come through. He had worked so fucking hard, so many long hours, seen so many horrible things to get here... and it was all worth it for this moment. After his rebellious teen years, nearly killing himself from drugs, putting other people at risk, he had come the full circle and had finally done. He had his M.D.

And now it was time to celebrate. The night club was absolutely pulsing. This location was picked because it was legendary for it's wide variety of music on offer, and all Andrew wanted to do was get drunk, dance, and be in good company to celebrate. He had no idea who was all going to turn up, but right now he was on the dancefloor with his other half, and they were both dancing their hearts out together. It was going to be an awesome night. Andrew's arm was wrapped possessively around Sam's waist was they danced close together to some remixed dance version of an older song. He asked him if was okay - again - and once he got the grin and the nod, he caught Sam's lips in a kiss and knew he was cool to just keep right on enjoying himself.


[ooc: Anyone is welcome to join, seriously. They don't need to know Andrew, but feel free to have them bump into him to meet them!]

Who: bad2theboner, showingnuttage and anyone else wanting to get their drunken celebratory indecency on
What: That's Dr Pearson to you
Where: S.O.Bs, NYC
When: Saturday night
Rating: It could be anything, let's go adult content possible

Andrew knew it hadn't quite sunk in yet that he had honest and truly finished college. He had graduated, he was officially a doctor and he would officially start his real doctor job as an ER Resident this coming week now his licence had come through. He had worked so fucking hard, so many long hours, seen so many horrible things to get here... and it was all worth it for this moment. After his rebellious teen years, nearly killing himself from drugs, putting other people at risk, he had come the full circle and had finally done. He had his M.D.

And now it was time to celebrate. The night club was absolutely pulsing. This location was picked because it was legendary for it's wide variety of music on offer, and all Andrew wanted to do was get drunk, dance, and be in good company to celebrate. He had no idea who was all going to turn up, but right now he was on the dancefloor with his other half, and they were both dancing their hearts out together. It was going to be an awesome night. Andrew's arm was wrapped possessively around Sam's waist was they danced close together to some remixed dance version of an older song. He asked him if was okay - again - and once he got the grin and the nod, he caught Sam's lips in a kiss and knew he was cool to just keep right on enjoying himself.


[ooc: Anyone is welcome to join, seriously. They don't need to know Andrew, but feel free to have them bump into him to meet them!]

Who: Everyone!
What: In the lap of luxury
Where: Beach House at the Hamptons
When: Saturday evening
Rating: PG-R, who really knows?

Kurt hadn't arrived. In fact, he hadn't even left New York. Because not only had the sex scene he had spent days working on leading up to been cancelled from the script, but in it's place, Kurt had to film a sex scene with a WOMAN! Of all the things. Blaine had been speechless when Kurt admitted to it the night before. So speechless that all he could do was just stand there and gape at his husband in disbelief.

Kurt Hummel had to female a heterosexual sex scene.

It was laughable. Only, Blaine wasn't laughing. He just seemed to be getting more and more irked by the whole thing. Why couldn't Kurt be acting in something less sleazy than a soap opera? Not that there was anything wrong with gay actors playing straigth scenes or vice versa, but Kurt just wasn't any actor, he was Blaine's HUSBAND. Blaine's very GAY husband and Blaine didn't want female hands all over Kurt's shirtless body.

Everyone but Kurt had arrived at beach house earlier in the afternoon, and lucky Blaine had a huge explosion in the car about it to Sam and Andrew on the way up because it diluted his frustration a little. No one else knew the horror Kurt was facing... and it was a horror as far as Blaine was concerned. He was nursing a red Bacardi Breezer and sitting on the lounge in the luxurious living room as the music played and people from their school days milled around. Blaine had to try and stop thinking about Kurt snogging chicks with fake boobs or he would go mental.


[OPEN TO ALL! HAVE AT IT!]

Who: Everyone!
What: In the lap of luxury
Where: Beach House at the Hamptons
When: Saturday evening
Rating: PG-R, who really knows?

Kurt hadn't arrived. In fact, he hadn't even left New York. Because not only had the sex scene he had spent days working on leading up to been cancelled from the script, but in it's place, Kurt had to film a sex scene with a WOMAN! Of all the things. Blaine had been speechless when Kurt admitted to it the night before. So speechless that all he could do was just stand there and gape at his husband in disbelief.

Kurt Hummel had to female a heterosexual sex scene.

It was laughable. Only, Blaine wasn't laughing. He just seemed to be getting more and more irked by the whole thing. Why couldn't Kurt be acting in something less sleazy than a soap opera? Not that there was anything wrong with gay actors playing straigth scenes or vice versa, but Kurt just wasn't any actor, he was Blaine's HUSBAND. Blaine's very GAY husband and Blaine didn't want female hands all over Kurt's shirtless body.

Everyone but Kurt had arrived at beach house earlier in the afternoon, and lucky Blaine had a huge explosion in the car about it to Sam and Andrew on the way up because it diluted his frustration a little. No one else knew the horror Kurt was facing... and it was a horror as far as Blaine was concerned. He was nursing a red Bacardi Breezer and sitting on the lounge in the luxurious living room as the music played and people from their school days milled around. Blaine had to try and stop thinking about Kurt snogging chicks with fake boobs or he would go mental.


[OPEN TO ALL! HAVE AT IT!]

Who: singslikeagirl, rockstarwarbler and anyone else coming to the party
What: Party time!
Where: Hummel-Anderson-Fabray Residence
When: Friday night
Rating: Could be anything from PG to R

So much crap had been going on lately that Kurt had decided (with Blaine's help) that they were well-overdue for another party. Not just another Glee reunion, but this time it was New Directions meets The Warblers all over again. Now that Kurt and Blaine were married, those two universes had well and truly officially crossed. Both sides of the spectrum were invited tonight, and considering the track record with the last two parties that had been throw, Kurt was determined that tonight was going to be awesome.

There was an array of booze available, and a generous selection of party food. No fancy finger food or canapes this time, just junk food in bounds lining the table along the wall and spilling out onto the balcony. He couldn't remember if anyone were smokers, but the balcony was always nice for a bit of a breather from party proceedings. In fact, it was out on that balcony that Kurt and Andrew had their first intimate encounter. How times had changed. The party was kicking off nicely already, and Kurt was by the mantel that was no lined with photos from their wedding, and he had his arms wrapped around Blaine as they danced closely to Build Me Up Buttercup, while Lucas and Callum stood by waving their cups of drink to the beat while laughing at no doubt many an inside joke. Kurt couldn't help but think back to the first party he had been to with Blaine, the infamous trainwreck in Rachel's basement that led to a very fleeting period of Blaine's bi-curiousity. Things had been so intense back then, and now here they were married. Things were far from perfect in actuality, but as far as Kurt was concerned, they just couldn't get any better. He started to laugh when Blaine began to sing the song to him, with Lucas and Callum chiming in as the back-up singers. This was more like it.

Who: singslikeagirl, rockstarwarbler and anyone else coming to the party
What: Party time!
Where: Hummel-Anderson-Fabray Residence
When: Friday night
Rating: Could be anything from PG to R

So much crap had been going on lately that Kurt had decided (with Blaine's help) that they were well-overdue for another party. Not just another Glee reunion, but this time it was New Directions meets The Warblers all over again. Now that Kurt and Blaine were married, those two universes had well and truly officially crossed. Both sides of the spectrum were invited tonight, and considering the track record with the last two parties that had been throw, Kurt was determined that tonight was going to be awesome.

There was an array of booze available, and a generous selection of party food. No fancy finger food or canapes this time, just junk food in bounds lining the table along the wall and spilling out onto the balcony. He couldn't remember if anyone were smokers, but the balcony was always nice for a bit of a breather from party proceedings. In fact, it was out on that balcony that Kurt and Andrew had their first intimate encounter. How times had changed. The party was kicking off nicely already, and Kurt was by the mantel that was no lined with photos from their wedding, and he had his arms wrapped around Blaine as they danced closely to Build Me Up Buttercup, while Lucas and Callum stood by waving their cups of drink to the beat while laughing at no doubt many an inside joke. Kurt couldn't help but think back to the first party he had been to with Blaine, the infamous trainwreck in Rachel's basement that led to a very fleeting period of Blaine's bi-curiousity. Things had been so intense back then, and now here they were married. Things were far from perfect in actuality, but as far as Kurt was concerned, they just couldn't get any better. He started to laugh when Blaine began to sing the song to him, with Lucas and Callum chiming in as the back-up singers. This was more like it.

Who: showingnuttage, singslikeagirl, jewhawk, dancnwithmyself
What: Manly Hangout Time
Where: Puck's hospital room, Mount Sinai
When: Sunday afternoon
Rating: PG, may be swearing in a roomful of boys

Sam needed a distraction. He needed a big distraction. For some reason, somewhere around 10.32am that morning he had be been plagued with the urge to just jump on a plane and following Andrew to England just to be there for him, despite all the shit that kept happening with them. Somewhere around 10.48am, Sam realised that probably meant he still wanted Andrew and that was too much of a brain overload for him. It was why he had himself offering to go keep Kurt company at the HIV clinic. So, Kurt needed distracting too, because he was admittedly nervous about the test and what the result could be, even if it was likely to be clear. Then there was Puck, stuck in a hospital bed the day before Louise's birthday and being stuck in a hospital bed in general just downright sucked.

So, impromptu plans were set, and with a text message to Artie delivered and returned, Kurt and Sam crashed unexpectedly in on Puck with an armful of unhealthy crap bought from the little gift store on the ground floor of the hospital. Sam would have knocked if he could, but hey, he was a guy. It was unmanly to knock or something, right? All he had to do was not think about Andrew, and he relied on these three other men to distract him. Even if Kurt was obviously distracted by a frantic text and/or Facebook conversation with someone on his iPhone, his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth. It looked it important, therefore it must be Blaine. Hopefully they weren't sexting, because that could get awkward.

"Hey, dude," Sam offered to Puck with a smirk. "Hope you didn't have anything pressing to attend to, because now you get to attend to us. And Artie, but he's just fashionable late. Or more like, we didn't give him notice so he's on his way."

Who: showingnuttage, singslikeagirl, jewhawk, dancnwithmyself
What: Manly Hangout Time
Where: Puck's hospital room, Mount Sinai
When: Sunday afternoon
Rating: PG, may be swearing in a roomful of boys

Sam needed a distraction. He needed a big distraction. For some reason, somewhere around 10.32am that morning he had be been plagued with the urge to just jump on a plane and following Andrew to England just to be there for him, despite all the shit that kept happening with them. Somewhere around 10.48am, Sam realised that probably meant he still wanted Andrew and that was too much of a brain overload for him. It was why he had himself offering to go keep Kurt company at the HIV clinic. So, Kurt needed distracting too, because he was admittedly nervous about the test and what the result could be, even if it was likely to be clear. Then there was Puck, stuck in a hospital bed the day before Louise's birthday and being stuck in a hospital bed in general just downright sucked.

So, impromptu plans were set, and with a text message to Artie delivered and returned, Kurt and Sam crashed unexpectedly in on Puck with an armful of unhealthy crap bought from the little gift store on the ground floor of the hospital. Sam would have knocked if he could, but hey, he was a guy. It was unmanly to knock or something, right? All he had to do was not think about Andrew, and he relied on these three other men to distract him. Even if Kurt was obviously distracted by a frantic text and/or Facebook conversation with someone on his iPhone, his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth. It looked it important, therefore it must be Blaine. Hopefully they weren't sexting, because that could get awkward.

"Hey, dude," Sam offered to Puck with a smirk. "Hope you didn't have anything pressing to attend to, because now you get to attend to us. And Artie, but he's just fashionable late. Or more like, we didn't give him notice so he's on his way."

Who: Anyone who wants to let their hair down
What: Drinks and dancing
Where: Lexicon Nightclub
When: Sunday night, following THIS
Rating: Lets go PG-13 to R, just in case

For Luke, college was getting into the tough stages. He felt like he could study his ass off for hours on end, all night, all day, and still barely put a dent in his workload. Sometimes, you just needed to down tools and let your hair down, and tonight was one of those nights. When you were in college, it didn't tend to matter what night of the week it was, if you needed a timeout, you needed a fucking timeout. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be the only one, too, so a quickie note on Facebook took care of that, even if it did seem a shame that Blaine and Kurt were going to be quite prominent absences. Luke was looking forward to when he could just hang out with Blaine again. He hadn't had the chance since Blaine was back in the States. Shit just kept hitting fans from all angles and it was still dripping down the walls, it seemed.

The nightclub was busy, and Luke was already admiring the view of the scantily clad females gyrating on the dancefloor. He spotted a posse of girls dancing together, and with a smirk, he set his beer down on the table he had been occupying with a couple of college mates and made his way out on the dancefloor to them. He smoothly draped his arm around the shoulders of two of them and started dancing in perfect timing with them, flashing them his trademark grin. They were all over him in a heartbeat. Bingo. Now this was letting his hair down.

Who: Anyone who wants to let their hair down
What: Drinks and dancing
Where: Lexicon Nightclub
When: Sunday night, following THIS
Rating: Lets go PG-13 to R, just in case

For Luke, college was getting into the tough stages. He felt like he could study his ass off for hours on end, all night, all day, and still barely put a dent in his workload. Sometimes, you just needed to down tools and let your hair down, and tonight was one of those nights. When you were in college, it didn't tend to matter what night of the week it was, if you needed a timeout, you needed a fucking timeout. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be the only one, too, so a quickie note on Facebook took care of that, even if it did seem a shame that Blaine and Kurt were going to be quite prominent absences. Luke was looking forward to when he could just hang out with Blaine again. He hadn't had the chance since Blaine was back in the States. Shit just kept hitting fans from all angles and it was still dripping down the walls, it seemed.

The nightclub was busy, and Luke was already admiring the view of the scantily clad females gyrating on the dancefloor. He spotted a posse of girls dancing together, and with a smirk, he set his beer down on the table he had been occupying with a couple of college mates and made his way out on the dancefloor to them. He smoothly draped his arm around the shoulders of two of them and started dancing in perfect timing with them, flashing them his trademark grin. They were all over him in a heartbeat. Bingo. Now this was letting his hair down.

Who: rockstarwarbler et al (open post is open)
What: New Year's Eve something or other
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Friday night
Rating: PG-13 (inevitable swearing considering who is on the guest list)


The only reason Blaine even knew it was New Year's Eve was when Kurt came in and hung a little mirror ball off is IV pole and then strung silver and pink streamers up all around the room. At least, as many as he was allowed to. At first, Blaine was just bummed to realise he had missed Christmas - and his brother's birthday - but then he realised he was lucky to actually be alive and mostly snapped out of it.

Now he actually found himself along with the streamers and the mirror ball. Kurt made some fleeting excuse about taking a shower and needing to change as he kissed Blaine, promising to come back later. It felt weird to be alone. He had people there with him ever since he had started to come out of this thing. Now he was just in this room, with an awareness of what happened to him and that Kurt knew about his illness and hadn't run away. There wasn't anymore Blaine could ask for, except he felt isolated from the world. He couldn't even get up to go to the bathroom. Hell, he couldn't even reach far enough to scratch himself. He had to give a slight laugh in just sheer bewilderment about the turn of events. 2011 had to be better, right?

Who: rockstarwarbler et al (open post is open)
What: New Year's Eve something or other
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Friday night
Rating: PG-13 (inevitable swearing considering who is on the guest list)


The only reason Blaine even knew it was New Year's Eve was when Kurt came in and hung a little mirror ball off is IV pole and then strung silver and pink streamers up all around the room. At least, as many as he was allowed to. At first, Blaine was just bummed to realise he had missed Christmas - and his brother's birthday - but then he realised he was lucky to actually be alive and mostly snapped out of it.

Now he actually found himself along with the streamers and the mirror ball. Kurt made some fleeting excuse about taking a shower and needing to change as he kissed Blaine, promising to come back later. It felt weird to be alone. He had people there with him ever since he had started to come out of this thing. Now he was just in this room, with an awareness of what happened to him and that Kurt knew about his illness and hadn't run away. There wasn't anymore Blaine could ask for, except he felt isolated from the world. He couldn't even get up to go to the bathroom. Hell, he couldn't even reach far enough to scratch himself. He had to give a slight laugh in just sheer bewilderment about the turn of events. 2011 had to be better, right?

Who: Whoever knows Quinn and wants to show up
What: fabraymazing's surprise 21st birthday party
Where: Edison Ballroom, New York City
When: Saturday Night
Rating: Could be up to R


Through everything going on in his life, one thing Kurt made extensively sure of was that he kept the secret of Quinn's surprise birthday party 100% concealed. Everyone invited was under the threat of death if they let slip to her, and even though he had been ridiculously busy with college and this rapid turn of events in his career, he had made sure everything for this part was perfect. The venue was amazing, and the food had to meet his approval. There would be dancing, and an open mic for anyone who wanted to get up and sing their hearts out to their favourite songs. It was right up the alley of everyone from McKinley and Kurt would make sure Quinn had a perfect night if it killed him.

Despite her protests, Kurt had managed to get a pink diamante blindfold onto Quinn in the cab, and despite telling her he just had a table booked somewhere nice for them to haved dinner together, he insisted he wanted to surprise her with the location. She bought it without even being suspicious, because nothing Kurt decided to do every really surprised her. He never did anything in halves, so this wasn't any different.

Who: Whoever knows Quinn and wants to show up
What: fabraymazing's surprise 21st birthday party
Where: Edison Ballroom, New York City
When: Saturday Night
Rating: Could be up to R


Through everything going on in his life, one thing Kurt made extensively sure of was that he kept the secret of Quinn's surprise birthday party 100% concealed. Everyone invited was under the threat of death if they let slip to her, and even though he had been ridiculously busy with college and this rapid turn of events in his career, he had made sure everything for this part was perfect. The venue was amazing, and the food had to meet his approval. There would be dancing, and an open mic for anyone who wanted to get up and sing their hearts out to their favourite songs. It was right up the alley of everyone from McKinley and Kurt would make sure Quinn had a perfect night if it killed him.

Despite her protests, Kurt had managed to get a pink diamante blindfold onto Quinn in the cab, and despite telling her he just had a table booked somewhere nice for them to haved dinner together, he insisted he wanted to surprise her with the location. She bought it without even being suspicious, because nothing Kurt decided to do every really surprised her. He never did anything in halves, so this wasn't any different.

Who: singslikeagirl, rockstarwarbler, showingnuttage, bad2theboner, mightbenaughty
What: Road trip and weekend away
Where: From New York to Atlantic City
When: Weekend
Rating: Various
Note: This post is going to be open to anyone who wants to throw their characters at Atlantic City for the weekend. The different threads in it will indicate different scenes throught the weekend to keep it contained to one post. We will put in the subject line who it is and when it is. Just tag yourself in if you decide to join, I will amend the "Who" here later (so far, I have only added those I know of who are going to thread here).


Just a few days into winter, and even though Atlantic City looked like it should be warm and sunny, it was cold and gradually becoming overcast and dreary. There was no rain, though and it still had potential. At least, it was going to if Kurt had anything to do with it. He couldn't explain completely why he had jumped at the chance to come here when Sam suggested it, beyond the fact it seemed like a perfect way to get him and Blaine both on unfamiliar ground. Both out of their comfort zones. For some reason, he hoped that would help them think a little easier and maybe resolve something of this whole messy situation.

The trip up there had been mostly quiet and a little awkward. Kurt managed to break the monotony by plugging his iPod into the stereo system and by the time they reached Jersey, they were both singing loudly and passionately along to a range of classic favourites. It definitely helped to ease the tension. Then there was the fact Kurt had booked them a room with twin beds, but an error of the online booking system had them in a double bed, so the first night there had revolved around Blaine lying stiffly on his back whilst Kurt huddled over to the one side of the mattress and tried to think of cold showers, squashed toads, and bad Target clothing. There was so much UST bubbling between the two and it was impossible for Kurt to sleep. Now that it was the next day, he knew he didn't look quite as fabulous as he wanted to, but he could cover it up with an amazing new winter coat with matching scarf and gloves.

They were now walking slowly along the boardwalk together, and Blaine had fallen into a silence that told Kurt his ex was intent on letting Kurt start the conversation. The only thing was, Kurt had no idea where to start, and suddenly everything that he wanted to say was a huge jumbled mess in his head. He glanced at Blaine out of the corner of his eye and wet his lips. "That looks like a good place to sit," he suggestion, pointing to a free bench a short distance away.

Who: singslikeagirl, rockstarwarbler, showingnuttage, bad2theboner, mightbenaughty
What: Road trip and weekend away
Where: From New York to Atlantic City
When: Weekend
Rating: Various
Note: This post is going to be open to anyone who wants to throw their characters at Atlantic City for the weekend. The different threads in it will indicate different scenes throught the weekend to keep it contained to one post. We will put in the subject line who it is and when it is. Just tag yourself in if you decide to join, I will amend the "Who" here later (so far, I have only added those I know of who are going to thread here).


Just a few days into winter, and even though Atlantic City looked like it should be warm and sunny, it was cold and gradually becoming overcast and dreary. There was no rain, though and it still had potential. At least, it was going to if Kurt had anything to do with it. He couldn't explain completely why he had jumped at the chance to come here when Sam suggested it, beyond the fact it seemed like a perfect way to get him and Blaine both on unfamiliar ground. Both out of their comfort zones. For some reason, he hoped that would help them think a little easier and maybe resolve something of this whole messy situation.

The trip up there had been mostly quiet and a little awkward. Kurt managed to break the monotony by plugging his iPod into the stereo system and by the time they reached Jersey, they were both singing loudly and passionately along to a range of classic favourites. It definitely helped to ease the tension. Then there was the fact Kurt had booked them a room with twin beds, but an error of the online booking system had them in a double bed, so the first night there had revolved around Blaine lying stiffly on his back whilst Kurt huddled over to the one side of the mattress and tried to think of cold showers, squashed toads, and bad Target clothing. There was so much UST bubbling between the two and it was impossible for Kurt to sleep. Now that it was the next day, he knew he didn't look quite as fabulous as he wanted to, but he could cover it up with an amazing new winter coat with matching scarf and gloves.

They were now walking slowly along the boardwalk together, and Blaine had fallen into a silence that told Kurt his ex was intent on letting Kurt start the conversation. The only thing was, Kurt had no idea where to start, and suddenly everything that he wanted to say was a huge jumbled mess in his head. He glanced at Blaine out of the corner of his eye and wet his lips. "That looks like a good place to sit," he suggestion, pointing to a free bench a short distance away.

Puck had decorated his place according to Kurt's VERY specific directions, and as much as he hated to admit to it, the place looked amazing, thanks to Kurt's help. Still, this was hardly the big bash that Kurt's party had been. There was a bunch of beer in the fridge, a few different bottles of liquor and mixers close by, and  now, all there was to do was wait.

He tried to sit down and watch TV, but he couldn't get comfortable, and kept standing up, pacing back and forth as he waited for his friends to arrive. He checked his watch time and again, trying to figure out when and if the others were coming. He hadn't gotten many people to say one way or another on his facebook event, and though he was on a budget, he'd bought a ton of food, hoping that a lot of people would come. Otherwise, he was gonna have to consume his weight in brownies, chips, and salsa.

Finally, the man forced himself to sit down, watching a football game on TV as he waited for the first doorbell.

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Puck had decorated his place according to Kurt's VERY specific directions, and as much as he hated to admit to it, the place looked amazing, thanks to Kurt's help. Still, this was hardly the big bash that Kurt's party had been. There was a bunch of beer in the fridge, a few different bottles of liquor and mixers close by, and  now, all there was to do was wait.

He tried to sit down and watch TV, but he couldn't get comfortable, and kept standing up, pacing back and forth as he waited for his friends to arrive. He checked his watch time and again, trying to figure out when and if the others were coming. He hadn't gotten many people to say one way or another on his facebook event, and though he was on a budget, he'd bought a ton of food, hoping that a lot of people would come. Otherwise, he was gonna have to consume his weight in brownies, chips, and salsa.

Finally, the man forced himself to sit down, watching a football game on TV as he waited for the first doorbell.

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Ulterior motives aside, Kurt had no doubt that his party was going to rock. They always did. By this point in his life, he had shed the crappy teenage past he had lived through and made it his mantra to live a life of fabulous. He managed it most days, but like any diva, he had his moments. He just wasn't going to apologise for them unless it was absolutely vital. He had reasons for throwing this party, and he wasn't going to apologise for that, either. He wanted to 1) know what McKinelyites were in New York (they might even need some sort of register), 2) to try and get Andrew and Sam into the same room without bloodshed, and 3) Operation FiQui Reunion Sex.

Kurt was going to get Quinn and Finn back together if it killed him.

He did realise at this point that it could very much kill him, but he fancied himself as an awesome cupid, and he was way sexier than the little fat angels with curly hair and nappies. He could totally rock a bow and arrow accessory, though. He was standing up beside his DJ friend, leaning over the turntable as he dictated the song list, much to his friend's amusement. It wasn't like this was a first. Kurt was nursing a Cosmopolitan, and was dressed to the max in a black leather kilt with silver studs up the side and a silver business shirt to match. Only, the business shirt was covered in little silver sequins to make him look much like a disco ball, and he had a leather tie over that with a black fedora hat and silver Doc Martin boots to complete the look. He was dancing along to, of all songs, Teenage Dream, which would forever remain to be a favourite of his, and the party was already building loudly and proudly around him.


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Ulterior motives aside, Kurt had no doubt that his party was going to rock. They always did. By this point in his life, he had shed the crappy teenage past he had lived through and made it his mantra to live a life of fabulous. He managed it most days, but like any diva, he had his moments. He just wasn't going to apologise for them unless it was absolutely vital. He had reasons for throwing this party, and he wasn't going to apologise for that, either. He wanted to 1) know what McKinelyites were in New York (they might even need some sort of register), 2) to try and get Andrew and Sam into the same room without bloodshed, and 3) Operation FiQui Reunion Sex.

Kurt was going to get Quinn and Finn back together if it killed him.

He did realise at this point that it could very much kill him, but he fancied himself as an awesome cupid, and he was way sexier than the little fat angels with curly hair and nappies. He could totally rock a bow and arrow accessory, though. He was standing up beside his DJ friend, leaning over the turntable as he dictated the song list, much to his friend's amusement. It wasn't like this was a first. Kurt was nursing a Cosmopolitan, and was dressed to the max in a black leather kilt with silver studs up the side and a silver business shirt to match. Only, the business shirt was covered in little silver sequins to make him look much like a disco ball, and he had a leather tie over that with a black fedora hat and silver Doc Martin boots to complete the look. He was dancing along to, of all songs, Teenage Dream, which would forever remain to be a favourite of his, and the party was already building loudly and proudly around him.


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