end of summer party.

[emily jordan]

----------------------------------------------------------- restless hearts sleep alone tonight.

I sighed deeply and looked down at the dress that I was wearing. I hadn't really come out of my shell completely just yet and this party was a perfect excuse to to just that. Of course, I was the one hosting this party. I threw some excellent house parties and I had a huge house. With a pool. What more could you want? I messed with my hair for a moment before deciding that I looked presentable. I smiled, turning my head to look at the clock which was above my bed. I had about fifteen minutes before people would start to arrive. That was enough time to check everything was good. I walked out of my bedroom and locked the door. The last thing I wanted was people in my room, though. Drunken people were even worse than sober people. And I didn't like sobers in my bedroom either. I walked down the stairs, humming the tune to a song that I'd been listening to earlier. I couldn't remember the name but the tune was ever so catchy. I walked straight into the lounge when I got downstairs, making sure that there was alcohol in there, too. A lot of people could get through bottles in seconds. Or so I'd heard. I walked towards the CD player and pressed play, smiling at the first song. It was a song by Journey. I liked Journey. If only those brats at regionals hadn't done a Journey medley. It would've been my idea for this years. We would have beaten them, we had better voices. I turned it up and then walked into the kitchen.

I opened the refrigerator, smiling slightly at the bigger collection of alcohol. I then closed the door and turned to the table, nodding at the selection of finger-foods and more alcohol. My father was out tonight and he'd given the all clear on me having a party. I knew that it wouldn't just be Carmel High here tonight, though. I had a feeling something dramatic would happen. After all, me and the other Vocal Adrenaline members were taking this event as an opportunity to celebrate our success. As well as it just being the end of summer party. We would be back at school soon where we'd have to work. I walked into the bathroom and checked my hair again, smiling when it was all okay.

I turned out of the bathroom quickly, walking through the kitchen with a quick glance at the time. Nearly seven pm. I slid open the front doors in the lounge and then walked outside. I stepped out slowly, walking towards the swimming pool. I grinned slightly, checking that the pool was free of leaves and other things. I then checked that there were enough towels out and nodded at the beach chairs. I sighed deeply and then walked back into the lounge and then looking at the television for a moment. I turned my head quickly when I heard a knock at the door. I smiled a little wider and then walked into the kitchen and towards the front door. I opened it, grinning at the people who flooded in. Some were from school, others from.. probably their friends. I closed the door, smirking lightly and then blinking when there was another knock. I put my hand on the knob and turned it, opening the door. I wondered who this would be...

[renee2]

I stepped out of my black B&W convertible. Stepping forwards, I smoothed out my Green Silk Taffeta Strapless Dress. It was pretty, but simple. I loved my dress. It was expensive, but so worth it. I straightened my hanging diamond earrings, and examined the rings on my fingers. I was wearing seven rings, my pretty silver diamond one, and a sets of thick, intricate, other rings, that had different designs and shapes. What can I say, I'm a gal of many rings!
My Black Kitten Peeptoe heels Clip clopped against the hard asphalt. I looked to the sky, it was turning a dark shade of orange, and I could tell the night was going to be fun. I looked at my fingernails, they were nubby, and painted green, to match my dress, just like my toes were. I'm not sure why I was so nervous about this party...we where all friends here!
We were all here to celebrate our victory at Sectionals, I was happy that we won, but I was simply a moving piece in our team, I wanted to be one of the top moving pieces! I wanted to be able to be the one who claimed the victory.
I sighed, and looked at the neatly trimmed grass, I took a deep breath, I moved my tiny little hand bag to my other hand, and stood up straight.
I reached for the doorbell, but then remembered I had probably messed my make up, up, on my way here. I stepped backwards off of the steps and quickly un-buttoned my hand held bag, and moved aside my ipod, phone, and picked up, and flipped open my mirror.

"Ahaah, there we go... "

I muttered, licking my lips, and pulled out my eyeliner, I wiped away the smudged black substance, and applied a new layer of color, ending it in a cateye, I quickly did that to the other, and examined the conclusion.
Perfect... I thought, adding a quick, extra layer of Mascara.
I fluffed my hair, and blinked a few times. My green eyes were glowing, if I may say so myself. I cracked my knuckles, and put away my mirror.
I hit the lock button on my car beeper one more time, and watched as the lights flashed.
I walked back up the steps, closed my eyes, and hit the doorbell.

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t a g s ; Renee ; Emily

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[cameron beckett]

hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister
ON THE RADIO, STEREO, THE WAY YOU
move ain't fair, you know

Tonight was the night of the Carmel party so many were talking about at school. I knew that plenty of the Glee kids wanted to crash it, I guess because of a defeat they suffered at the hands of Camel’s Glee club. I was a little new to all of the drama, so I was still in the process of learning everything. I had met Rachel Berry, star of the Glee club, at a music store in the mall a few days ago. She was the first friend I’d made since I moved to Lima in the summer and she had mentioned the party, as well. We decided that we’d go together, since I didn’t know anybody else and she was too embarrassed to go by herself, given that she might run into her ex there.

As I drove down the quiet, residential area, I scanned the houses. She had texted me her address and I squinted into the distance, trying to make out the tiny numbers on the houses. I finally found her house and I stopped the car in front. I wasn’t sure if she was going to come out, or if I should knock on the door and get her. I shifted the car into park, then stepped out of the door and walked along the small path in her yard, up the stairs, and I stopped on the porch in front of her door. I pressed the doorbell and I could hear the chiming from the inside. I waited for someone to answer.

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<sup>Both my fathers were out at a restaurant, and I was almost finished with getting ready for the party. I curled the last strand of hair and ran my fingers through the ringlets so they looked more effortless and natural. I smiled at my reflection and smoothed down my dress, pulling on a pair of shoes. I was about to text Cameron and ask him where he was when I heard the doorbell go. I wasn't completely sure about my plans with Lorelai, my friend from a long time ago, so I had decided to go with Cameron and meet her and Finn there. Rushing down the stairs, I slid to a stop in the hallway and walked over to the door, opening it and grinning when I saw him. "I'll just go get my purse. And a CD for a car, you have a CD player, right?" I asked, stepping back to allow him to come in and then turning around, rushing back up the stairs into my room. I ran my finger across my CD collection and mused over what to take with me.

I wasn't sure what sort of music he liked, so I grabbed a compilation disc and then looking for my purse. It had been on my bed, but it must have fallen off or something, because it was nowhere. Brilliant. I wasn't having the best day. I would have been calmer but I sensed there was going to be drama tonight. I was kinda psychic like that, I could sense things that other people couldn't. It just proved how talented I was. On the point of taking my anger out on something, I spotted the purple purse lying on the other side of my bed. I rushed round to it, picking it up and holding it in the other hand to my CD. Now I had to go downstairs and get in a car with a guy I didn't know overly well, attend a party with my on/off boyfriend, ex, and hundreds of people who detested me. All in a days work. I sighed and pranced down the steps into the hallway, smiling at Cameron. "Shall we go then?" I asked, tilting my head and putting my hand on the door handle, still smiling my best 'I'm nervous but I will never let anyone know that' smile.</sup>

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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; nothing by no one!
word count; 391 w/out code
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credit; to brooke (template) and sarabi! (picture) from caution

[lorelai anchors]

if i don't say this now i will surely break

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It was a pathetic text, and I knew that, but it was truthful and I supposed that was a good thing. I leaned back against the railing and glanced down at the flats adorning my feet, chewing nervously on my lower lip.
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oh, oh, be my baby

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WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS TO LEAVE OR TAKE.
WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS TO MAKE YOUR OWN.
i'll look after you[/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
tag. everyone!
words. 456.
music. Look After You//The Fray
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credit. [/color]La-La-Lia @ Caution.

[noah puckerman]

theres nothing wrong with me ---------------------

I sighed at my mother who was now trying to smooth out the collar on my shirt. I moved her hands away with small smile, rolling my eyes. "Mom, seriously, I'm old enough to look after myself." I told her with my smile slightly wider. She dropped her hands, rolling her eyes at me and then looking at me for a moment. I blinked, waiting for her to move out of my room so that I could finish getting ready. I was going to a party. Not just any party. The end of summer party. The best part was that I wasn't actually invited. Nevertheless, me and some of the others from New Directions were planning on going to this 'hell of a party' in Akron. Not to dance or make friends, simply to just destroy it. I'd heard that the person hosting the party was Emily Jordan. I only knew that because she didn't have a mother as I hadn't slept with her. I cleared my throat as my mother turned and walked out of the room. Quietly, I looked back in the mirror, unbuttoning the top few buttons on my shirt and smiling again. I picked up my tags from the desk and pulled them so they were around the neck. With another quick glance in the mirror at my hair, I was ready to go.

I actually wasn't sure if some of the ND people would bail on me. I might get there and it just be me. Not that I couldn't take half the guys in Vocal Adrenaline. I had good reason to punch Jesse St. James, anyway. I didn't know if he'd be there, anyway. Probably knew that us Lima kids would come crash their joke of a party. I could probably throw a better party with my eyes closed and hands tied behind my back. But then, I hadn't even seen the house. I didn't really want to. It'd most likely be some posh, big mansion. I shook my head, picking up my house keys and then walking to the door. I waited for my mother to come so she could drop me off at the party. She wasn't aware that I wasn't invited, but couldn't understand why I had 'friends' in Akron. I smiled when she walked over to me and then out of the door. I followed her quickly, locking the door behind me.

We were soon outside the house and I got out. She drove off without another word and I sighed. I rolled my eyes, walking towards the door. I blinked at the girl sat on the porch and then frowned, stopping when I was next to her. She looked kind of familiar but I wasn't actually sure where from. School, probably. "Hey.. you go to McKinley High, right?" I asked her quietly, my eyes looking at her for a moment and then at the door. I didn't move for people, just waited for her to answer me.







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[renee]

I have been working on my hair for the past half hour, it was doing a Cliché'd cow lick. It was driving me nuts. So finally, I had to improvise, so I broke out a bit of hair Gel. "Hardly noticeable, Hardly noticeable", I muttered to myself, closing my eyes, and crossing my fingers.
I walked up the stairs, with my simple ensemble on, and my skin smooth as it would get.

My dad was standing by the door, come to give me the whole, "don't do drugs, drink, or get anybody pregnant at this party" speech.
I rolled my eyes. Pff. You'll never have to worry about that last one, it was all taken care of.
[/grey] I thought, tapping my foot a bit.
When he finished his speech, I picked up my keys, and walked out of the front door. I closed it behind me, and sighed.
I locked the door, and unlocked my car.

I stepped up into it, and gripped the steering wheel with both hands, hyperventilating. I was incredibly nervous about this, I mean, how many other New Directions where coming...what if they bailed?
"Calm down, Kurt, they'll be there...

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I whispered to my self, as I turned the key in the engine, it roared to life on que. I quickly pulled my phone out, and texted Rachel,

"Hey, you going to the party...?"

I clicked sent, and began to drive to the address, it was in Akron, so I was nervous about it.

My phone buzzed, I looked at it, Eh... it was my cousin. I just left it unread for now.

I pulled up to the house, and looked out the window, Puck was sitting there, with a girl from McKinley, thank god, somebody's here.... I thought, I parked behind a tiny B&W, and hopped out of my car. I walked up to the steps, and wondered why they where simply sitting there.



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[cameron beckett]

hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister
ON THE RADIO, STEREO, THE WAY YOU
move ain't fair, you know

The door opened and I was met by a grinning Rachel. Her hair was slightly curly and she was wearing a dress. I always found it funny how it was some sort of rule that girls had to get dressed up and let good for a party. I, on the other hand, was wearing what I pretty much wore all the time; a pair of jeans, a t-shirt of my favorite band and a leather biker jacket. Guys didn't have to worry so much about parties, we were expected to look like slobs. If one of us tried to spruce up for going out, we'd probably be made fun of to no end by our peers.

"You look nice," I told her.

I wasn't trying to come onto her or anything like that, it was merely an observation. My dad used to tell me that you should always tell a woman she looks nice, even if she doesn't, because she spends a lot of time trying to look nice and it always makes her feel good. I remember when I was just a kid, being on the road for hours on end, all of us exhausted. My dad used to smile and tell my mom she looked nice. She would laugh, because she knew he was lying, but even if she didn't look too nice, it at least made her feel nice.

"I'll just go get my purse. And a CD for a car, you have a CD player, right?"

"Sure. Yep, I have one."

Who didn't? It was 2010. Although, my uncle did still drive a car with an 8 track player. It was a real hunk of junk. My car wasn't exactly a Mustang or a Ferrari, but it was pretty decent. I drove a 2006 Toyota Corolla, a gift from my parents when I moved to Lima. In a city like New York, you can walk or take the subway anywhere. In a city like Lima, a car was almost a necessity.

I stepped into her house and watched her run back up the stairs, presumably to her room. I was curious as to what she would pick. A few minutes later, she reappeared with her purple purse in one hand and a CD case in the other.

"Shall we go then?"

Seeing as their was no point in hanging around here anymore, I nodded.

"Okay. Let's get going."

I headed outside again, down the steps and along the path. When I reached my car, I opened the passenger door and held it open for her to enter. It was the polite thing to do, right? It wasn't too long of a drive, but I realized how little we knew about each other and how awkward that could get. I wanted her to feel comfortable, since she didn't have any reason to be freaked out by me... at least, I didn't think so. I was a pretty normal guy, all things considered.

[lorelai anchors]

if i don't say this now i will surely break

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[/color][/b] I responded finally, “I’m a S-Senior there. You go th-there too, r-right? I’m sure I’ve seen you a-around b-before.”[/b] I didn’t even have to ask. I knew he went there.

I reached across my body with my left arm to hook my hand over my right elbow, gaze flitting, momentarily, to another boy as he approached. Kurt, if I could remember correctly, had just joined our ranks and I offered him a nervous, soft smile.
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oh, oh, be my baby

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WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS TO LEAVE OR TAKE.
WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS TO MAKE YOUR OWN.
i'll look after you[/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]

words. 491.
music. Look After You//The Fray
credit. La-La-Lia @ Caution.

[quinnfabray]

Yes or no? Make a decision Quinn, just pick one. The question of the century was riding on my shoulders and if I chose wrong it could end in disaster. No. With a toss of my wrist the white cardigan flew through the air and landed on my bed with a small thud. It was warm outside tonight; I wouldn’t need it. One last glance in the mirror for inspection deemed me ready to go. I grabbed my small purse from the dresser and made my way out of the Jones house. Mercedes and her family had gone out for family dinner that evening. Of course I had been invited along, but I declined, wanting to have ample time to get ready for the party both physically and mentally. Mercedes had promised to try and swing by later, but when it came to her family it was never a solid answer. The Joneses were a lively bunch and I knew from firsthand experience that it was easy to get caught up in the fun and dismiss any other previous plans without a second thought. So I was on my own tonight. Honestly, it was probably for the best. This was something I needed to do myself. I climbed into my small, echo-friendly car and made the short drive to the house. Honestly, I had no idea who was throwing the party. I was pretty sure it was a senior, but that was about it. Not that it mattered. Parties in Lima were pretty standard. If you got the text with the address and weren’t a complete social leper showing up rarely caused too much drama. And since I’d kind of been MIA lately I didn’t think anyone would mind, especially since I knew just about everyone around, even if it was just in passing.

The drive over was tense and I kept my mind focused as I drove. I hoped to God I didn’t make an idiot out of myself. I wasn’t sure who exactly was going to be there but most of my friends were regular party-goers. All I had to do was find one person that I knew and everything would be fine. Finding the house was easy; the mass of cars was all I needed to see before parking and climbing out for a quick outfit inspection. I was wearing a floral print dress Kurt had picked out on a recent mall trip with Tina and Mercedes, it showed off my shoulders since I had forgone the cardigan and my new bronze glow from the tan I had acquired over the summer. On my feet were black sandals, I knew from experience that heels were never a good idea at parties like these: tight crowds of people and half the time you couldn’t see your feet, heels were just asking for disaster to strike. My small black purse was wrapped around my wrist (another party trick: never leave your bag unattended if you A. ever wanted to see it again or B. planned on having all of your original possessions by the night’s end). I had decided against jewelry, aside from the pair of diamond studs I always had in my ears, and at the last minute I had grabbed a pink flower pin from Mercedes’ room and stuck it behind my ear. My hair was down and simple, a single braid going down my face on the opposite side of the flower. For such a short amount of time’s work, not to mention the fact that I hadn’t had any assistance in preparation, I thought I’d done pretty well.

As I approached the front yard I saw Puck talking to a girl that looked vaguely familiar, and Kurt. I think her name was Lorelai, like that chick from Gilmore Girls. She was pretty, in the unconventional way. But I didn’t know much about her other than she was a senior and she’d had some sort of mental breakdown last year. Whatever, she looked stable to me right now. And then there was Puck. I felt my heart flutter in my chest even at only a glance. I hadn’t seen him in so long, and he looked amazing. I’d spent so much time with Kurt and Mercedes and Tina this summer trying to get a semblance of my old life back, even if it was sans Cheerios and popularity, by hanging out with the friends I had. The truth was for a while seeing Puck was just too painful. Every time I saw his eyes I saw Beth. There wasn’t a minute that went by that I wasn’t thinking of her and it killed me. I had bad dreams almost nightly of being back in that hospital, waiting for the results of Regionals, looking into the nursery. Just as I reach out for my baby girl Shelby Corcoran rips her away and cackles at me like the Wicked Witch and screams, “She’s my daughter now! Mine! And you have nothing!” I haven’t been sleeping well this past summer. It kills me thinking of what might have been. I know Shelby is more than capable of being a good parent, probably more so than Puck and I will ever be, but the truth of the matter is I’ve been having second thoughts. It’s way too late, I know; Beth has a new home and the deal is done, but I can’t help but wonder if I’d kept her maybe Puck and I would be together now with our daughter and actually be a real family. It kills me, it really does.

Sucking up my pride I make my way over to the pair and smile kindly. “Hi Puck,” I start, the anxiety in my voice painfully evident. “It’s been a while. You look good.” Oh great, I sound like an idiot. Pressing forward, because it’s too damn late to turn around and go back home to the couch with a tub of ice cream and A Walk To Remember now, I turn my gaze to the other two. “Hey Kurt. And… Lorelai, right?”

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[rachel berry]

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<sup>I smiled when he said let's go, walking out the door and getting into the car when he opened the door. So chivalrous. And people said guys didn't have manners any more. Obviously they were talking about those jerks Azimio and Dave Karofsky that were constantly harassing Finn. "Thanks" I said to him before he shut my door and got in beside me. Once he started the car I put the CD into the player and grinned at the first song, America from West Side Story, and soon I was singing along quietly under my breath. I wish I could control the random and spontaneous outbursts of song, but I had seen and obsessed over musicals for the majority of my life and now the effect was pretty much irreversible. To stop myself from singing too much, I decided to strike up a conversation with Cameron. The car ride wasn't too long, but it was better than him sitting their in awkward silence as I sung along to one of the CDs I had carefully and thoughtfully compiled on iTunes.

"So, you looking forward to the party? I am, one of my old friends is going, and using social networking I've actually discovered quite a few McKinley students are going. Which is a huge relief, I was beginning to worry we would be the only crashers." I said to him, smiling and looking up at the road we were driving along. It was early evening, but it was still late summer so you couldn't tell. The sky was quite bright and it was a relief, if it had been dark I wouldn't be surprised if one of the Carmel High students tried to pickpocket me, or worse. I was about to speak again when I saw the house the party was at, grinning when I spotted Lorelai, Puck and Quinn on the porch. I saw Kurt too, but I had the faintest idea that he didn't like me. Jealousy, probably, ever since I blew the group away with my rendition of Defying Gravity. Once Cameron had parked up I got out, shutting the door and waving to the people on the porch, turning round to check Cameron was coming</sup>

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tagged; open!
lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; nothing by no one!
word count; 367 w/out code
outfit; white/black dress, purple shoes and purple purse!
credit; to brooke (template) and sarabi! (picture) from caution

[cameron beckett]

hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister
ON THE RADIO, STEREO, THE WAY YOU
move ain't fair, you know

As soon as we pulled away from the curb, she inserted the CD into the CD player. I waited to hear what kind of music would be emitted from the speakers. Given how much she liked Broadway tunes, I was willing to bet on that option. Sure enough, America from West Side Story filled the car and she sang along quietly. I smiled. She seemed like a Maria kind of girl, the kind of girl who would have the role memorized inside and out.

"So, you looking forward to the party? I am, one of my old friends is going, and using social networking I've actually discovered quite a few McKinley students are going. Which is a huge relief, I was beginning to worry we would be the only crashers."

"Yeah, I'm actually pretty excited. It'll be nice to meet your friends, too, I guess."

I didn't really know anybody other than Rachel. I figured that the people she was willing to befriend were the kind of people that could be trusted, or at the very least, the kind of people that I'd even consider hanging around with. She seemed to have good judgment and I trusted her. It was weird, going from having tons of friends to not knowing a single soul. Although, most of the people back in New York or Toledo only liked me because they thought I was "cool," being in a band in all. I wondered how many actually liked me for myself. It was irrelevant now, because I was in a different place with different people. Maybe I could turn things around this time, find people who actually liked me for me.

"And if any of those Carmel kids try to give us trouble, we'll have backup."

I wasn't sure what good it would do, but if worst came to worst, I wouldn't get my ass kicked alone. That was somewhat comforting. As I continued driving down the road, I couldn't help but notice that it was still somewhat bright out. Their were still remnants of summer in the atmosphere, mainly the shortened nights and prolonged days. Before I knew it, I reached our destination. I managed to find a pretty decent parking spot close to the house and as soon as I finished parking, Rachel jumped out, grinning and waving at who I assumed were her friends, standing on the porch. She turned around to check if I was coming and I smiled, following closely behind.

[lorelai anchors]

if i don't say this now i will surely break

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[/color][/b] I confirmed with the slightest of nods, "That's right."[/b] I decided not to bother trying to guess how she knew my name, and instead I tucked a curl behind my ear for something to do with my hands. I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want to stay, in case that they didn't want me there anymore, and I didn't want to be a burden. Yet, on the flip side, Puck had inquired and I was afraid that stepping out of the conversation too early would have been considered rude. So I stood there, rubbing my arm anxiously, keeping my gaze to the ground as I listened for any indication that I should stay or leave.

I didn't have to wait long. While they didn't give any verbal commands or hints or anything, I saw Rachel getting out of the car with a guy I'd never seen before. Everything would be fine as long as I was around Rachel, because I trusted that she wouldn't get in too much trouble at this party. She didn't seem like that kind of girl. Despite the fact that I hadn't spoken to her in ages, I smiled in relief and took a few steps closer to her. "Rachel,"[/b] I greeted amicably, "hey. It's really good to see you."[/b] I offered the male she was with a shier smile and a small nod of acknowledgment, then turning back to Rachel.
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words. 462.
music. Look After You//The Fray
credit. La-La-Lia @ Caution.

[emily jordan]

----------------------------------------------------------- restless hearts sleep alone tonight.

I smiled at the people I knew who had come into my house. Everyone seemed to be pretty happy at the moment. I left the door open, walking into the living room and raising my eyebrows at a boy who was drinking a whole bottle of pepsi in one. I clapped when he did it and then he fell to the floor, groaning. I grinned. "Wooh! Three cheers for Pepsi Kid!" I shouted. Most of the people around me clapped. I turned and walked back into the kitchen, picking up a cup of beer and then moving past some of the people. I walked to the counter and put my cup on the side, turning with my back to it and then pulling myself onto the side. I let my legs hang over the side, picking my cup up and taking a drink quickly. I began to hum along to the song that was on. I couldn't recall the name of it, but it was catchy. I looked out of the window, smiling as some more cars pulled up. I looked back around the room, grinning at the people dancing. The people I could see looked happy enough. I looked back out of the window, frowning at what I saw next. Great. I pushed myself off the counter, leaving my drink and then walking to the door.

I blinked at the McKinley High kids and then shook my head. Now what did I say? "A little far from your burrows, aren't we?" I asked them, raising my eyebrows. "Or the sty as Rachel Berry would call it." I smiled when I saw her get out of the car and then scowled at Puck and the others. "You're poorness is stinking up my porch." I hissed.

[noah puckerman]

theres nothing wrong with me ---------------------

I was still waiting for the girl to answer me. I turned my head while I waited, looking up as the door opened but nobody walked out. I'd been kicked a few times, but I'd just punched legs back. I rolled my eyes at the people inside and then looked back at the girl. She was stuttering? Was I really scary. Did she think I'd get a slushie out of nowhere and just attack her with it? I raised my eyebrows, opening my mouth to say that point aloud but then closed it, thinking it would probably just make matters worse. I could be kind and smart when I wanted to be. I blinked and then nodded, smiling. "Yeaah! I remember, now. I've seen you around. Yeah, I do go there." I told her. "Really? Wouldn't have guessed." That was obvious. I was everywhere. I smiled to myself and then blinked. "Didn't catch your name, though." I told her, shrugging. I turned my head, kind of smiling when I saw Kurt. So he hadn't chickened out.

"Kurt!" I said and then blinked at myself. "At least you didn't chicken out." It was aimed at both of them. Both of them had showed and there was only one reason McKinley High kids would be here. To crash a party. I didn't notice Quinn until she spoke. I looked at her and then bit my lip. "Quinn." I said and then smiled. "Thanks." I said. "Looking pretty good yourself." I looked at her stomach for a split second before looking back to her face. "We're gonna take this party by storm, Quinny." I told her with a slight wink. I looked behind Quinn, seeing Rachel and some other guy. I didn't know his name. she waved and I lifted my hand, waving slightly before dropping it and then standing up, looking down at Quinn and then at the door again. "S'good to know there aren't any losers in Mckinley." I said with a slight nod. I raised my eyebrows at the girl who had just come to the door. I didn't reply to her, just stared at her.






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