{ catch a ride on the wild side

[william schuester]

hey, j-j-jaded

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YOU'VE GOT YOUR MAMA'S STYLE
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The weekend, finally! Damn, it had been a long first week! What with Glee auditions and all (I was able to fancy the club a few new members, but I still have to go hunt down the older ones), and the situation with Emma, and now a new person has dug herself into my life: Mimi Riter. She was quirky, witty, and outright outgoing, and seemed like just the kind of distraction I needed at the moment. I needed Emma off of my mind, out of my head, and as corny as it sounded, out of my heart. She was with her stuck up dentist or whatever, and I just didn't feel like going with all of that. Stupid Carl Howell.

It was around... eight o'clock, I suppose? Yes, eight o'clock on a Friday evening, and I was totally psyched for the two short days of break. School was hectic. The Hummel Repair Shop didn't seem all that busy tonight, and I needed to talk to Kurt anyway. Why hadn't he been at Glee auditions? I was surprised he and Mercedes didn't rush to try to get a lead part. There had been some bad schedule screw ups this year though, so maybe they'd been caught up in the guidance office, trying to fix up everything. When I pulled into the repair shop to get my engine checked, I was shocked to see the bobbing red head of Emma Pillsbury. I gulped, at first, flooring it and driving past the Hummel Shop altogether. Be a man, I reassured myself, but it was kind of embarrassing, even though there was no one else here.

Now, I decided to really go get my engine checked. Normally, I could fix it myself, but with the sputtering sounds it was making, I didn't want to take the risk. Burt would know what he was doing. I drove up to the Hummel's drive, slowly turning the car into the narrow entryway, and put the car in park. I turned off the engine, took the keys out of the car, and made sure I had my cell and wallet on me. "Hey Burt, can you fix me up? My engine's running a little funny."

[/color] I handed the guy a crisp fifty dollar bill, knowing that if the problem was bigger than that, he'd need more cash. If that was the case, then I'd give it to him.

I was being daring today. I walked straight to Emma and leaned against her car. "Car troubles?"[/color] I asked, pretending to be nonchalant. I did still love Emma, but if I couldn't have her back in full, then the least I'd want from her is friendship. The friendship we used to have. "You look good. I mean, uh, healthy."[/color] Damn, I was slipping up. Onto new conversation. "How was the first week back for you? Since the schedule screw up, I'm sure things in the guidance and main office are hectic."[/color]

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you think that's where it's at

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BUT IS THAT WHERE IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE
you're getting it all over me[/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
words. 489
song. jaded, aerosmith
with. emma pillsbury
notes. lololol
code. normal thought speech[/color] quote[/i][/SIZE]

[emma pillsbury]

F A S C I N A T I O N
it's just the way we feel,

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The first few weeks of school were always hell for a guidance counselor. I hardly ever had a break in appointments, and when I did, someone always sought me out anyways. Students needed to change their schedules, new students needed to deal with their transcripts, and eager Seniors were freaking out about applying for college. On top of that, the company that finalized the school schedules had made an error, and it was hell on earth to fix. I was, of course, the go-to person for all of those situations, so I was rarely seen without somebody sitting in front of me. I had even taken to skipping my lunch break in order to keep things moving along, but that didn’t matter. All of the things rolling around in my mind that weren’t school related made me lose my appetite, anyways.

Because, yes, I was still hung up on the golden question: The dentist or the teacher?

By now, I was convinced that that could be the title to a bad young adult novel, only in my version, I couldn’t envision an entirely happy ending.

I enjoyed the distraction of my busy job. I would clean between students and deal with their problems as thoroughly as I could, but once that end-of-day bell rang, reality would come crashing violently down around me and the weight of the decision looming before me once again settled in. I shouldn’t really have this much trouble trying to pick. Any sane woman would have gone with Carl, due to his stability and loving nature, but I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to forget Will. One look from him, one smile and I was a puddle on the ground; I didn’t think it was possible for any man to have that sort of effect on me until he walked into my life. And, sure enough, that hadn’t changed, despite everything. I loved him. There was no doubt about that; the issue came with the fact that I shouldn’t love him. Oh dear.

I hurried out to my car as the week drew to a close, eager to get home and put my feet up and relax. I felt as though I deserved that much after dealing with so many scheduling issues earlier in the day. I thoroughly wiped down the door handle, set my bag neatly in the passenger’s seat, buckled my seat belt, and started for home. Now, my car had always bee extremely loyal. Five years old, bought new, and I had always taken marvelous care of it. It was one of the few reliable things in my life, and I had grown to love it.

What I did not expect was having to pull over due to a very loud, nasty noise emitting from the engine of my baby. When I tried to start the vehicle up again, I listened as it tried, and failed.

Well, this was lovely.

It took precisely twenty seven minutes for AAA to come pick me up, and another seven minutes for them to convince me that I had to ride in the tow truck in order to get to the mechanic’s without having to walk. There was only one mechanic in town, owned by the father of Kurt Hummel. I had, luckily, never had to pay him a visit, but it seemed as though we’d be getting acquainted. I spent the entire ride working myself through a panic attack, and before I knew it, I was back on safe ground, filling the paperwork out necessary for Burt to begin fixing.

I didn’t have a ride home. Carl was working late and I couldn’t think of anyone else to call, so my only option was to sit and hope that it was something that could be fixed in a few hours’ time. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as another car pulled up, but it didn’t dawn on me that it was familiar. On the contrary, I sighed and lowered my gaze, silently cursing the fact that there was yet another distraction keeping Burt from figuring out what was going on with my car.

Clearing my throat, I flicked a curl back over my shoulder before I heard a voice. I glanced up; there, leaning against my car, was Will. I gasped gently, more surprised than anything, and positioned myself so I could look at him properly. My arms fell limp to my sides and, while I should have kept composed, a bright smile settled on my lips. Despite everything, I missed him.

“Oh, hi Will,” I greeted, then frowned slightly, scrunching my nose. “Yes, unfortunately. My car, poor thing, stopped on me over on Beacon Road. And what about you?” I glanced over at it, almost pitifully, before Will’s next words made my attention snap back towards him, the small, amiable smile back on my face. “You look, erm, healthy as well.” And handsome, but I felt as though that would be wrong to include. “The first week was… Alright. Busy, though. Haven’t had a moment of spare time. How were Glee Club auditions?” A safe topic.

words: 876 failed words.
notes: in the picture, the girl on the far right looks like she's having an orgasm.
credit: template to me. hence why it's sucky! c:[/font][/size]

[william schuester]

my my baby blue

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I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT YOU
my my baby blue[/SIZE][/color][/font]
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Maybe I shouldn't have confronted her, even if it wasn't exactly a confrontation. Yet. I should've left her for this Carl guy alone, but even so, I longed for her simple friendship, if that's all I could have. Looking down at her sitting gingerly on the curb was tearing me apart. Her figure was comely, and the way the lights of the Hummel residence graced over her made her fiery ringlets glow. Where introspection was concerned, I was getting ahead of myself. I found myself wanting to lean over and kiss her, but there were two problems with that: one, she was dating Carl, and two, it would be really freaking awkward for Kurt and Burt. Was Kurt around? And what about Finn? Quite honestly, I hoped I wouldn't see them, despite the fact that I was peeved they didn't show up to auditions; I didn't want them thinking their Spanish teacher slash Glee Club director was going insane. "Nothing is impossible when it comes to love."

[/i] It was something I had overheard Kurt say in the hallway a while ago. Damn, I hope that kid was right.

Thank god she smiled at me. "Oh, hi Will. Yes, unfortunately. My car, poor thing, stopped on me over on Beacon Road. And what about you?"[/i] Emma glanced at my car--or was it her car?--with an almost sheepish look about her, then shot me another beaming smile. I could feel myself glowing. "You look, erm, healthy as well. The first week was… Alright. Busy, though. Haven’t had a moment of spare time. How were Glee Club auditions?"[/i] So, Emma seemed to be playing it safe; was that good? "Oh, naturally, when I arrived late, I found Rachel taking over, and Christ, she talks a lot! Most of the old Glee kids didn't show up... I'm kind of upset about that, but hopefully Figgins will let us extend the audition period. We have a few newer members though! There's a student named Lorelai Anchors, and, uh... she's really shy. Would you mind talking to her?"[/color] I had been rubbing my chin, and getting really into talking about my club. I needed a good shave; I was getting stubbly. Also, I was getting carried away; the transition from hanging out with Mimi to talking to Emma was dramatic. I needed to keep up with the little brunette teacher, whereas I felt Emma never spoke enough. Was that a bad sign? Why was I second guessing myself?

The notion that I could win Emma back was far fetched, the properties and personality about her was so... So anodyne to me that I had to at least try. Just as I was leaning over to put my hands around her face, Burt was making his way over with a twenty in his hand. "It was nothing really; just some loose wires,"[/i] he said to me when I took the change with confusion. Something I could've easily fixed and saved thirty bucks, but it was better than making the problem worse. He turned to Emma with a grave look. "Looks like you're going to have to call a cab or catch the bus,"[/i] he started. "You've got some sort of leak, and it's causing some problems with the ignition. It'll take at least four days to get it fixed, and that's only if I don't have to order the supplies to get it fixed."[/i] I turned back to Emma with a crooked smile. "Need a ride?"[/color]

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yeah, you're so jaded

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AND I'M THE ONE THAT JADED YOU
hey, j-j-jaded, in all it's misery[/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
words. 524
song. jaded, aerosmith
with. emma pillsbury
notes. :DD
code. normal thought speech[/color] quote[/i][/SIZE]

[emma pillsbury]

F A S C I N A T I O N
it's just the way we feel,

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I noted how he was looking at me, and I found myself longing for him again. Not as though that was unusual; while half the time I was reveling in the stable relationship that came to be, the other half was spent nostalgic on what Will and I once had. It was short lived, but there were certain things that, whenever they crossed my mind, made the butterflies in my stomach erupt. For instance, his voice, as we slow danced in his apartment. The look in his eyes, the grin on his face, the way I felt in his arms. There was the way our lips melted together during our few kisses, the perfect mixture of lust and love. And then there was the way that the words “I love you” rolled off of his lips that time in the hallway, and the feeling I got watching him declare that he’d fight for me. Maybe that’s what I wanted. Evidence of effort on his part to win me back. It wouldn’t be hard. I was head over heels in love with him and if he really tried, he’d be able to get me. That might’ve been precisely what I wanted. I didn’t know what I wanted.

I grinned as he spoke of Glee Club. I loved the look he had whenever he did; he was so passionate about it. It was one of the main reasons I’d fallen in love with him in the first place. I decided not to try and fight my feelings today. I was far too exhausted, and really, he looked good in that shirt. It was hard to hate him when he wore that shirt. The smile on my face grew wider, and I nodded. “Rachel does have a habit of doing that,” I laughed, “she’s such a sweet girl and always means well, but goodness. Whenever she comes into my office, she never fails to take over all the talking. But, you know, I think she just wants people to listen.” I shrugged slightly, then continued, “Perhaps the kids didn’t know they had to reaudition. And Lorelai? That sounds… Oh! Yes, I handled her transcript last year. She was here, and then her parents pulled her out of school for a few months, and then tossed her back in around April. She is quite shy. I remember she lost a lot of weight last year, from the two times when I saw her, and she had always been skinny. But yes, I’ll talk to her. Glee Club should help, though. It does wonders for the kids already in it.” I beamed -- he’d done such a wonderful job with everyone.

I heard Burt speak, and I twisted around, the smile on my face fading as the mechanic delivered the bad news about my car. “Oh gosh…” I murmured, looking past him to the vehicle sat dormant in the garage. “I… Alright. Thank you, Mr. Hummel. Just give me a call when it’s, uhm, ready.” A bus? A cab? I couldn’t ride in those! They were filthy and who knows what sort of people sat in the seats before me? Just before I could be sent into a mild panic attack, Will offered up a ride, and immediately, I relaxed. As always, he was my knight in shining armor. My savior. It was all I could do to remember Carl at that point. Instead, I offered him a smile, and I was sure I’d let slip that look I used to give him, the one he’d asked for me to give him again after the ‘slut’ incident. “Yes, please.”

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notes: super psyched.
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[william schuester]

it will always be

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WHAT I LOVE AND HATED
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Were my hopes getting to high? Were her expressions ambiguous, or was what I was seeing splayed across her face really love? Why was I second guessing myself? I was always so confident in my actions, but Emma mentally incapacitated me, and it was absolutely maddening, and a tad delicious, which was even more deranged. I was going mental, and I needed some way to stop. But all I could think about was the nights that Emma and I had spent time together. Our first date had been intimate in the beginning, until she revealed she was a virgin. But still, the touch of her arms, the feel of her lips, the swing in her hips, and her legs. The only other time I could think of us being together like that night was the week the Glee Club was doing Madonna, and she had become so confident in herself. Just thinking about it was making my head swim, so I had to cease my fantasies.

In my ramble about Glee Club, I saw the start of a smile form on Emma's face, and I grew delighted, pleased to have her approval for the club, which brought me to another memory: I had never seen Emma so angry before until the time that she had been yelling at Figgins for what had been happening to Glee at the end of last school year. She definitely seemed more charming and amusing than feisty and threatening. This made me chuckle to myself, which I found a little odd (and it must have been for Emma, who probably had no idea what I was chortling about), so I shut up. Get ahold of yourself, Schuester. "Rachel does have a habit of doing that. She’s such a sweet girl and always means well, but goodness. Whenever she comes into my office, she never fails to take over all the talking. But, you know, I think she just wants people to listen."

[/i] She had been laughing, so it made me feel more relaxed, and my shoulders slumped in alleviation. Maybe Rachel did want people to listen; but then again, if I listened to everything she had to say, I feared I'd have no life of my own. "Perhaps the kids didn’t know they had to reaudition. And Lorelai? That sounds… Oh! Yes, I handled her transcript last year. She was here, and then her parents pulled her out of school for a few months, and then tossed her back in around April. She is quite shy. I remember she lost a lot of weight last year, from the two times when I saw her, and she had always been skinny. But yes, I’ll talk to her. Glee Club should help, though. It does wonders for the kids already in it."[/i] I nodded when she spoke of Lorelai; more than anything, she seemed intimidated and afraid of me, which was never a good thing. And for the first time in a long time, I blushed. I felt the blood run to my face, and I looked away and down, trying to hide myself, embarrassed that I would show such an emotion at being praised. "Thanks Emma, that means a lot,"[/color] I said, though I felt half of it was mumbled into my sleeve. When I took a peek at her, she was radiant. Did she really think that highly of me?

After a brief awkward moment, I turned back. "Well, I'm sure Figgins will let me hold another audition period later in the year before Invitationals, but I'd really feel more comfortable if they tried out before Sue finds out and gets to him before the kids have a chance."[/color] Just thinking about Sue made me scowl. If anyone deserved a slushie facial, it was her. When Burt had broken the news about Emma's car to her, she started to mumble a thank you, asking for him to keep her posted. As egotistical and crude it sounded, thank god I offered her a ride. When her face fell at the news, her eyes had widened, and the sound of taking the bus or a cab probably seemed horrific to her, by the looks of it. "Yes, please,"[/i] she had said to me, and she looked lovesick. Was that a good thing for me, or should I be worried? This was the first time that I was thinking about what Carl might say. What would he say if he found us together? Would we get together? I really hoped so, but that was a little too much of wishful thinking, even for the biggest tool in the world. Damn, Emma made me feel like a loser, in a funny and attractive kind of way; she was too good for me.

I made a motion to where my car still sat in the Hummel's driveway, giving Burt a nod of gratitude for the fix, and opened the passenger door. "After you,"[/color] I said, making my way over to my own side of the car. I'd give her a minute to spray and attack my seats and door handles with Lysol if she needed to. "Ready to go? Where to?"[/color] I hadn't realized that I'd never been to Emma's place before, and I suddenly became excited, the way a six year old gets excited to go to his or her first day of elementary school, but I tried to mask it as best I could.

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to the other side

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WE'RE THINKIN' OF
we'll slip into the velvet glove[/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
words. 744, quotes discluded
song. jaded, aerosmith
with. emma pillsbury
notes. wemma mood FTW
code. normal thought speech[/color] quote[/i][/SIZE]