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Kurt was nervous. Nervous and a bit scared, but he knew it was all for the best. He was going to be there for Blaine and he was going to do this for his family. He went to see a specialist who dealt with issues like theirs, and after an hour of talking, and venting, and even a bit crying, they found the source of the problem. Kurt was a good boy, he was, but he had never really been disciplined. Blaine tried, but it ended in a fight. The solution: total submission. Start from the top and then work their way down. Kurt wasn’t sure how it was gonna go, but he was willing to try.
The next morning, Quinn awoke to staring at the ceiling again. The night before she had remembered her heated moment on the couch with Santana, her body humming with want. By the time she got settled in bed, she had tried again, but she failed yet again. Needless to say she didn’t have the greatest of nights, especially when she could hear Santana. She was jealous then. Her alarm went off seconds later, signaling to her that she had another busy Sunday at work.
Sighing, she accepted Santana’s help that morning, but she didn’t discuss work with her again nor did she discuss anything else. She avoided it and simply thanked Santana before she headed to work. Quinn groaned instantly at the sight of the four boys who incessantly bothered her. She hated the fact that they didn’t get the hint. The blonde went about her duties, trying to put up the books when the same asshole from before approached her. “Hey… Fabray right?” He asked which only made Quinn ignore him. “Why haven’t you gone out with anyone? You scared of liking a date or does everything not working down there enough? How about I take you on a date and show you a night where I can get those legs back?”
Quinn blanched at him, shoving the book into the shelf. “Leave me alone. I’ve asked you so many times. You honestly don’t get the hint what so ever,” she stated quickly, trying to roll away only to be stopped by another boy.
Playing With Fire | Puckleberry
It was like deja vu for Puck, standing in a seedy bar a couple towns over from Lima hoping to pick up a date for the night. He steered clear of the bar in which he and Rachel first met - there was no way in hell he’d every step back through those doors. He figured bad karma would have shit all over that place. Instead, he headed in a different direction and was keeping his eye on a hot blonde that was definitely over 21. He was a couple beers in, eyeing her from a distance. She was tall and slim with a huge (read: fake) rack and exactly the kind of fuck he needed to take his mind of Rachel and all the drama that surrounded her lately. After the incident in his office, he’d spent the better part of three days trying to track her down and apologize before he gave up. She was avoiding him, and he didn’t have time to deal with her shit. What the fuck ever. She was 16 and a student. There was no way he was hung up on her. He’d take blondie to a hotel tonight and she’d hopefully fuck any lingering memories he may have of Rachel right out of his head.
A Walk In The Park || Quinntana
By the time the weekend came, Quinn was definitely pending her nights sleeping in the same bed with Santana. She liked it, enjoyed being with her even. It was the sex that was starting to get to her. The blonde liked having it with Santana, even enjoyed getting that orgasm with her, but she felt almost obligated to give it to her. That’s what it was like with relationships, at least that’s what she thought they were like. Wouldn’t Santana leave if Quinn just decided to say no one evening? She couldn’t risk it, for more reasons that one.
Santana had promised to take Quinn to Central Park after her physical therapy session. The blonde was grateful Santana was coming with her to those, but it seemed like just something else Santana was doing with her. She felt like a burden sometimes. Letting Santana push her to the park, she stayed quiet for the most part, only talking with the Latina when she spoke. Quinn wasn’t sure how to breach the subject with Santana. How could she just ask her why she stayed around? Instead, she ignored it and enjoyed the day with the Latina. “Do you want to go by the fountain?” She asked softly.
Text Message || Kurtbastian
- Kurt: Hey, Sebastian, did you see David's FB comment on our relationship status update yet?
- "Well, it's about time you two finally got together. I think I won Santana's bet because I just knew it from that time when we all happen to be at Scandals. Even though you both were fighting over Blaine I noticed how much you both were watching each other too as you danced. I guess observing from the sidelines has made me notice these sorts of things. Well, I say congrats to you two. Next time I'm in town we should go out on a double date, Caleb would like that he's been wanting to meet you both."
Letting Loose || Finchel
Finn looked at himself in the mirror, making sure he looked good that night. He was wearing a grey v-neck shirt and dark jeans, complete with his signature leather jacket. It was a pretty simple outfit, but he wasn’t very picky when it came to clothes. In fact, if it wasn’t for Kurt he’d probably still be wearing puffy vests to concerts. It was other aspects of his appearance, like his hair, or his muscles, that concerned him. It might not seem like it, but Finn wasn’t as sure of himself as he made it seem. He had to keep up the image that he was cocky and full of himself, but in reality he was kind of sensitive about his looks. It didn’t help that as a celebrity, there were always people hating on him, no matter what he did. So instead of defending himself he found it easier to ignore them, pretend like he thought of himself as the hottest guy in the world, and that helped, in a way. The more he told everyone else how amazing he was, the more he started to believe it.
With one final look at himself, he turned on his heel and walked out of his room towards the kitchen, figuring that’s most likely where the other guys were. “Puck, Sam, you ready?” He called as he walked into the spacious room. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him, both of the guys were covered in food from head to toe. Before they could begin to explain themselves, Finn put up a hand to silence them. “I don’t even want to know. Look, I invited Rachel to come along with us so you guys have to hurry up or else we’ll be even more late picking her up.” He told them, gesturing to his watch to show that they were already running late. Sam shot him an apologetic look, while Puck only rolled his eyes. “Typical you’d invite your assistant even after what happened with the last one. Why don’t you just go now? The taxi guy’s been waiting for a while anyway. We’ll call another taxi and meet up with you at the club.” Puck said. Shrugging his shoulders, Finn nodded his head, calling out a “see you soon” to both of them before heading out.
Walking out of the apartment, Finn walked quickly to the elevator and made it down to the first floor, where a cab was waiting right outside the front doors. Once he was inside the vehicle, Finn gave the guy Rachel’s address, and off they went. They made it to their destination in no time at all, and Finn got out of the cab after asking the driver to wait for him again. Rachel’s building wasn’t as nice as where he lived, but that was only to be expected. He strode through the front doors, sending a cheeky grin to the doorman, who didn’t seem to question his presence. He rode the elevator to Rachel’s floor and walked anxiously to her door. She didn’t seem like someone who went out often, so this was sure to be a great night, whether she actually let loose or if he got to annoy the hell out of her all night. He knocked rather loudly three times before stepping back and waiting for her to answer.
The Delivery || Faberry
It was thrusday night. The slightest wind was blowing while Quinn waited to The Berrys appear on her doorstep. This was the last day she gave them to pay their loan, and the vampire was quite curious to see how they would to return such amount of money. And thrust me, it was pretty big money.
Everybody in Lima knew how Leroy and Hiram liked to lavish what they gained. Nothing was the limit for them, their house was reformed every year, their cars was always shine and new, not to mention the enormous amount of gifts that the couple gave their only daughter, Rachel. Came to be absurd as a child could have so many things in so little time. The tide has turned for two men when Hiram’s design company shares began to depreciate in a very fast speed. It doesn’t take to be a genius to know that the bills soon start to be delayed while the couple still struggling to keep old luxuries that they thought it indispensable. They had to asked Quinn for quite risky a loan as a help to bring back everything the bank took, including Rachel’s thrust fund for college.
When the vampire came to collect, the Berry men begged her for more time to pay off. Quinn gave one more week, just because she thought it was funny see two grow men crawling at his feet for a few more days. Hell, she could gave them a year and those two wouldn’t reunite the amount they owed to her.
Their SUV stopped in the same time Quinn finished her glass of blood. She walked to the door and prepared her ears for more mourning. It was then the vampire saw her. The bigger one, Leroy, was carry her out in bridal style while his husband, the short bald guy, stayed in the car with very puff eyes. The girl in Leroy’s arms was small, with dark hair, beautiful pink lips, a toned body and had a delicious tan skin.
“What the hell is this?” Quinn question when the dark skined man leaves the girl in the threshold. “This is how we’ll pay our debts” He answered tooking a few steps away. “This is our daughter Rachel. We know that by the vampire law one of us have to stay as your slave, so Rachel voluntary herself to take the place”
The vampire could sense that he was lying. Rachel’s skin smelled like drug, also they keep the car’s engine running. Seems that the plan was throw the girl there and run away right after. “Fair enough.” She answered with a smirk. It would be good having a slave. Fresh food, somebody to keep her entertained during the days. “Now go, before I change my mind”. Says Quinn, holding Rachel in her arms. Later she pay a visit to them anyway.
Finally all packed.
And yes I do realize bringing 2 suitcases may seem a little extreme, but all this doesn’t happen on it’s own, sadly. Although a whole lot of it is due to natural talent. So tomorrow we fly out to the Bahamas. Thank-god. I plan to ignore most of you for the trip, just so you know upfront.
Happy Birthday, Quinn Fabray||Quick
Quinn lay in bed, her body still acclimating to the notion that it was morning, when she felt something padding against her belly. Peaking through the slit of her barely opened eyes, she saw Thor trying to climb up her. He had gotten so big, not the tiny puppy he once was, and he was heavy. Still, Quinn smiled as he made it to her face and licked her and gave him a quick scratch behind the ear. “Good morning, my not so baby boy.” Pushing up, she propped up against her pillows and closed her eyes again. This time, the thing that stirred her was the smell of bacon and the feeling of familiar lips against hers. She smiled into the kiss, waiting until she lost the rough feeling of Puck’s lips before opening one eye and catching sight of the gorgeous man who had been sleeping next to her, shirtless, holding a wooden tray table.
The waffles were stacked two high on two plates and piled with strawberries and fluffy whip cream. The bacon was on its own plate, and there was a tiny, clear glass vase that held a single pink rose. “For me?” There was a lilt in her voice, letting him know she was teasing. She would never be able to eat all this food by herself, so grinned at him playfully. “I suppose I can share.” Puck set the feast down across her lap, then climbed in next to her. Cutting off the first bite of waffle, she aimed the fork towards his mouth, waiting as he took the first bite.
The First Tattoo || Brotana
- CHARACTERS → Santana Lopez & Brody Weston
- WHEN → Wednesday, March 27, 2013 - 5pm
- WHERE → Color Your Skin
- NOTES → Santana comes into Brody’s shop for his last appointment of the day, looking to get a tattoo. Conversation flows freely and a connection is made.
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Traveling Continents || Faberry
Quinn Fabray was giggling like mad. She just agreed to take on a woman to join her on her trips. This New Yorker was a trip in of itself. Rachel Berry was going to experience something she might actually not like. Laughing slightly at Rachel’s hesitancy at her comment of her safety not being guaranteed on the trips. She was telling the truth though. Lord knows she got into a lot of trouble a lot, especially with the authorities, but her Uncle always paid her way out of the jail along with making sure nothing was on her record.
The blonde grinned as she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and hooked her thumb in her belt. Wearing her camo jeans and a black vneck shirt, Quinn adjusted her aviator sunglasses and smiled as she glanced around the airport. She was waiting for Rachel to join her at the airport before they got onto their private jet to head out to Central America into the heart of Guatemala. Quinn was excited to travel with someone finally. Of course, she traveled with weapons and hopefully she didn’t scare her off, but she had reasons to bring them.