gLo Site Thread

[miss. lea emma fluff]

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[atrb=background,http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/1179/fluff1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] The bass was pumping, the hip shaking music blasting through the speakers, and the room was dark. The black lights and the strobes were the only things, besides the neon liquor signs, bringing light upon the dance floor and the newly installed bar top. gLo had spent a bunch of money and a whole week to put up a new bar – one that matched the coal black brick wall, not to mention the fact that it was also splattered with the glowing paint that the walls and the ground were covered in. The fog machines hadn’t been turned on yet, so you could see the slight incline that the dance floor had on the rest of the area in the club. Fluff , which was her bar name and last name, walked around picking up a few fliers that were left from the night before. The bright colored paper had thick black letters pressed on them, giving a time, a date, and a age limit. It was tonight, of course it was, the party for the seventeen year olds was tonight. Even though it was a big party for them, older patrons were allowed to come. It was more of an ‘opening/summertime’ night for the reopening club. They used it to hook the upcoming seniors so that they would come back if they enjoyed it, and allowed older and younger age groups to mix together in a dance party setting. Biting her lip, fluff placed her hand on her hip, letting her fingers twine through the loops of her black short shorts that were stained with black light paint, which matched her solid blue gLo shirt. With this it meant that she had to make sure to card everyone that came up – and with her being the only bartender, that meant that if anything went wrong it was on her dainty shoulders. “tonight’s going to be one hell of a party.” Fluff mused aloud, picking up the rest of the papers and shuffling them together before tossing them in a basket in the back behind the bar. Barley, one of the big burly men who stood at the door walked up and grabbed fluff, making her squeal with delight, “Oh Barley! You big oaf! You need to set me down!” she screamed happily, flailing her legs in the air as he chuckled a deep throaty sound before he set her down and wrote gLo, in his special pen, a black light pen. “ Well thank you Barley! That is very sweet!” A small smile came on the man’s face before he nodded and walked away. He didn’t talk much – mostly because he didn’t like to – his accent bothered him, so he kept his mouth shut. But even though his size, he was abnormally sweet. Walking behind the bar again, she mixed herself a hurricane, and slowly sipped at it as people started walking in, mingling, and swinging to the dance music. All she had to do was make sure that there was a limit on the alcohol, or that is what her boss told her. ---------- Wordcount - 515 Tagged- Everyone Wearing -This [/scrolly]

[santana lopez]

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[/SIZE][/color][/b]antana sat in the back of the car, wedged between non-other than Miss Goth and Mercedes. Silently she cursed whatever gods there were about tonight, for you see tonight was the 17 year old party at gLo and Santana didn’t plan on missing it. Originally she told Brittany about it, but you can never tell Brittany anything without her slipping it up and telling everyone. So what was supposed to be nothing more than an awesome club night with Brittany and some other girls turned into a field trip with the Glee Club. Not that Santana didn’t like these people; she just didn’t want to be seen in public with them. Nevertheless, Santana was forced to play with the hand life had given her so she made the best. Tonight Santana had decided to be more risqué than normal and was wearing an array of brightly colored neon clothes, all fashionable of course, but the highlight of her outfit this night was the low cut of her top. Designed specifically to attract attention, it was a guarantee of some booty and free drinks that night.

By the time they got to the club the doors had been open and the party was in full swing. Hardly giving the door enough time to open, Santana was out of the car and walking towards the club, trying to put some distance between her and the other members of the glee club. The bouncer at the door was a mountain of a man who seemed to have a perpetual frown on his face. Santana was used to the type, clubs and bars always hired the largest meanest looking guys they could in order to make sure nothing happened during the night. With a look and one of her signature sarcastic smiles, Santana reached into pocket and pulled out her ID. The bouncer pulled out a marker and made a big neon green X on both hands to let the bartender know that she was underage. Without further ado Santana swept into the club and began to case the joint. It looked like the bartender on duty was a woman so Santa’s low cut shirt wouldn’t help her there but there were many attractive guys in the club who were giving her the eye.

With a rather lascivious smile directed to about five guys, each of whom thought it was just for them, Santana sauntered onto the dance floor and began to shake what her mama gave her. She had decided to worry about getting plastered later, right now she was going to dance away an entire summers worth of bitter anger towards a certain brunette girl.
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[rachel barbra berry]

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[atrb=background,http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/6049/rachel2.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] The last thing that Rachel had wanted to do was stay at home – but the only other option open to her was to go to the party in Carmel. It was open for all seventeen year olds, which meant that all students were allowed in. Rachel was excited when Brittany had told her about it – and decided at once that she would go, and when the glee club had offered to go together, Rachel politely declined. She knew that if she sat in that car with Santana for long enough she would start something, and the pretty Caucasian didn’t need that kind of drama, she just wanted to be with some of her glee friends and maybe talk about the upcoming competition that would be pushed upon them. It of course was very important to them, or at least to Rachel, to get everything ready for the upcoming year. New Directions needed to win nationals, they needed to be on top before she left for New York, she needed to leave her legacy behind for future glee club members to remember her by. Rachel searched through her closet, before deciding on a simple white shirt with a black skirt. The average white tee was tucked under the ruffled black skirt made of chiffon and layers of black tulle underneath to give it a bit of height. Standing in front of her full length mirror, Rachel didn’t know what she was missing, but it was something. Letting a finger bounce thoughtfully on her nose a few times Rachel decided that she needed a bit more color in her Repertoire than just the mute black and white. The brunette sauntered over to her armoire, pulling off a few brightly colored bracelets and pulling out a neon colored hairband. A small smile washed across her face as she remembered the song that she had written for he headbands. Slipping into her multicolored flats, and wrapping her rainbow colored scarf on she looked in the mirror once more and laughed, spinning around. “Perfect.” Bouncing downstairs, Rachel kissed each one of her fathers – promising that she would be fine, and that she would bring their car back in perfect condition. See, Rachel didn’t have a car, and that she did not really mind. It was kind of strange to be the only senior in the school who didn’t have a car or at least want one, but the last thing she needed was a car. When she made her way to New York in the next year, her car would be useless, and they would have to sell it – probably for even less money than they had bought it for. So instead, she got to take more dance lessons, and let her fathers drive her, or drive their cars when needed. They had given her the keys to the Volkswagen, it was their older car, but it was still extremely nice, and she wouldn’t mind driving that instead of taking a taxi, or having them drive her. “Bye bye!!” she waved, walking through the kitchen as a loud tootles was heard from a mix of their voices. Rachel smiled, and turned on the car, letting her fathers low showtunes. It was where she got her love of Broadway, from them. It didn’t take too long for her to get to the bar, but it was harder for he to find a safe place to park the car. Driving up and down the same street for nearly ten minutes, Rachel groaned – “In the name of barbra, I guess I’m going to have to park further away.” That is what she needed – not. Finding a spot, Rachel parked carefully and made sure to lock the car twice before walking off with her small handbag in her grasp. He was scary – no more than scary. The man guarding the door was twice as tall as she was and weighed at least three times as much as the brunette. He asked for her license, and Rachel fumbled with her clutch before retrieving her id and quickly showing it to the man. Nodding, he put a giant X, in an invisible pen across the tops of her hands before he let her in. The moment she stepped in, it was like making your way into a whole new world. There were strobes, and bounding music along with fog and hundreds of dancing bodies thrown against each other in a wild attempt of dancing. Walking over to the bartendress, is that the word for a female bartender – either way that is what Rachel would call her, she smiled, “One virgin margarita.” The brunette looked at he – nearly astounded that she had asked for something virgin, and handed her the drink, a small wink in her eye. “thanks.” Rachel said smiling, looking at the woman’s nametag. Lea….fluff…. why did that name sound so familiar…? Did Kurt say something about her? Turning, Rachel took a sip of the drink, nearly gaging at the taste – the woman had put alcohol in it. With the shock, Rachel spit, the liquid into a fine vapor that went all over the person in front of her. “Oh, excuse me, I’m sorry-“ She looked up to meet the eyes of the person who had just got a margarita bath, and who was it…? Santana. “Oh – Santana. I-I really didn’t mean to do that. You see, the bartendress just gave me a margarita, even though I asked for a virgin one and it surprised me and I didn’t mean to spit it and I really didn’t mean to do It to you.” The more she talked the faster the words came out and the more she needed to explain herself. She had been dancing with a numerous amount of guys and she could almost feel the rage coming off of her. “I really like your top – it’s very…Santana.” Oh that probably didn’t help. Looking down Rachel turned and tried to get away – the last thing she wanted to do was mess with a girl who could seriously fuck her up. ----------- Wordcount -1011 Tagged - Everyone Wearing - this [/scrolly]

[kurt elizabeth hummel]

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[atrb=background,http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/7333/kurt1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] After Brittany told Kurt about the party, he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to go or not. It was supposed to take place in a club called gLo, and that was a place that let in kids, as far as he understood. Still, it made him nervous. There was bound to be alcohol, and most (if not all) of his friends would manage to get themselves drunk stupid, whether they were underage or not. Alcohol and Kurt did not get along very well. He thought back to the one time he got drunk: mumbling something about Bambi's mother and throwing up on the guidance counselor's shoes... just the thought of it made him shudder in disgust. The more he considered it, though, the more he thought that his friends would need a designated driver. His car had enough space for half the glee club. If Rachel's party last year was any indication, none of them were going to be able to walk, much less drive. Perhaps going to the club wasn't such a bad idea. This, of course, left the dilemma of what to wear. Kurt opened the door to his closet, already sorting though different outfits in his head. He didn't exactly have many clothes appropriate for clubbing; at a club, he would run the risk of ruining one of his good shirts or vests, and the only T-shirt he owned was the one he wore when New Directions did "Born This Way" (he didn't have the heart to get rid of it). Eventually, he settled on a simple button-down with a soft green color and his go-to dark wash skinny jeans. Rolling the sleeves up to his elbows, he examined his appearance in the full-length mirror on his closet door, giving an approving nod when he decided that it was satisfactory. He made his hair appropriately messy before snatching his iPhone, wallet, and keys from the vanity and rushing downstairs. "Dad, I'm going out! I'll probably be back late!" he called toward the living room, waiting for the acknowledging grunt before walking out the door. Kurt's dad trusted him to be smart and safe when he was out with his friends, though he showed more caution when it was just Kurt and his boyfriend. Kurt grinned to himself; it wasn't that he didn't approve, just that he was overprotective, and Kurt would always be thankful for that, even though it sometimes got on his nerves. He climbed into his black SUV and drove off to gLo in Akron. When he got there, the streets were already packed left and right with cars. Just to find a space, he had to park a few blocks down. He didn't mind walking the rest of the distance there. The evening was cooler without the summer sun beating down, and the air there was more breathable than in Lima. The bouncer was more than a little intimidating, glaring down at Kurt and demanding to see some identification. He flashed his liscence at the man. With a nod, he drew X's on the backs of Kurt's hands and allowed him into the club. He instantly spotted Rachel at the bar. He inwardly sighed with relief, going up behind her to say hello. "Didn't think I would see you here," he smirked. Before he could help himself, he looked over the shorter girl's outfit. The sight of her shoes elicited a grimace, but it was otherwise alright. "You know, Rachel, you really should let me take you shoe shopping sometime. Those look like a unicorn threw up on them. I do like your scarf, though." She had a very tasteful rainbow scarf coiled around her neck. It was a start. The poor girl had practically no fashion sense. The bartender was actually someone he recognized. "Ms. Fluff?" he exclaimed, almost too loudly. "What are you doing here?" he hissed. She was his English teacher at Dalton. When he was there, he thought she was a fairly normal teacher, maybe even a bit boring since she was so bored with teaching herself. But this bartender was definitely her. She had the same face, same voice, and her name tag even said Lea Fluff! As a bartender, though, she was completely different. He was also pretty sure that she could get fired for this, watching as she gave Rachel a margarita. Kurt tried to stay out of it when Santana leered at Rachel, clearly pissed off about more than just being sprayed with her margarita. He ran off to another dark corner of the club, hopefully to be left alone while he sent a quick text message to Blaine. It looked like things were taking a turn toward insanity. Word count: 824 Tagged: Everyone~! [/scrolly]

[santana lopez]

T H E R E ' S · N O · W A Y· T O · E X P L A I N

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[/SIZE][/color][/b]t had finally happened. That one thing that would push Santana over the edge and into jail. As the spray of virgin whatever misted her face, burning Santana’s eyes in a manner that she had never before experienced while look at Rachel, a wave of pure red rage swept over her. Santana stood there motionless, it seemed as if all the dancing stopped and all the sound faded into the background. It was, quite simply, the calm before the storm. Of course the source of Santana’s potent rage seemed to be oblivious to the fact that her life was now in danger. The brunette kept spouting nonsense off all the while Santana’s rage began to build up. Even her eye began to twitch in that psychotic way that seems to tell most people to get the hell away from whoever is doing that eye thing, but not Miss Rachel Berry.

With a howl of ungodly fury that was the crystallization of several months’ worth of suppressed anger, Santana Lopez launched herself at the diminutive Jewish girl. What was no doubt intended to be a brawl quickly became nothing more than an a** kicking. To start this confrontation Santana hauled back and punched Rachel right in the face. As Rachel stumbled back into the bar, Santana hurled herself at Rachel again; this time her long acrylic nails were held up as a falcon hold up its claws to gouged its prey. With a visceral pleasure, Santana felt her nails bite into the flesh of the brunette but unfortunately they missed her eyes. At the last moment, in an act of pure self-preservation, Rachel had leaned back over the bar. After dodging the harpy’s claws, Rachel kicked Santana in the shin and rolled away only to end up face first on the floor when she tripped over the ledge of the dance floor. Without a moment’s hesitation Santana was on top of Rachel, straddling Rachel’s chest as she grasps the girl’s hair. With another bellow Santana screeched into Rachel’s ear, “COMA EL PISO, PERRA!” Santana jerked Rachel’s head up before slamming her face into the ground. She did this again, and again, and again. Santana was eventually removed from on top of the girl by the big burly bouncer from before. Without blinking, the man picked up the screaming hellcat and walked over to a supply closet where he threw Santana in. Needless to say this did nothing to improve Santana’s mood.

When the door was finally opened again, the people standing around the closet were met with a scene of destruction. With her rage not being fully satiated from the paltry beating that Santana had administered to Rachel, she had decided to take it out upon the contents of the supply closet. Shelves had been ripped from the wall and thrown to the floor, plastic bottles full of cleaner had been crushed, rolls of toilet paper had been shredded onto the floor; all in all it was not a pretty picture. As the police punched through the crows and locked eyes with the teenage Latina girl, Santana had one thing to say, “Shit.”

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[miss. lea emma fluff]

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[atrb=background,http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/1179/fluff1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Fluff had been passing out drinks for the last two hours, checking hands of all people, catching a few minors that wanted to wheedle their way into getting drinks though they were under age. It was way too early in the night to actually let some of them taste the alcohol that lingered in all of the drinks that fluff gave out. The bar did have a few nonalcoholic drinks, as in water, and a few virgin drinks but most of the drinks that they stalked in the bar weren’t allowed for anyone under the age. That usually didn’t stop fluff, it was just too early in the night. All of her bosses were still lingering around the club, making their rounds and checking to make sure that each person with a dink was over the age of twenty one. Leaning on the bar, a sultry smile on her face – Fluff continued to talk to the men who were hitting on her, of course none of them she planned on taking home, they weren’t becoming enough. Of course even though she didn’t believe in love, she did have a standard, and none of them really reached that bar. She would flirt with them, and leading them on would amuse her during the night, but none of them would make her scream their name. A small squeak like sound came from a girl standing at the corner of the bar. Fluff let eyes off the man and followed them to a clearly underage girl, asking for a virgin margarita. Raising an eyebrow, she couldn’t really believe that a girl would ask for something that wouldn’t get her drunk. Wasn’t that the point of a party at a club? Meet good looking guys, get really drunk and do things that in the morning you wished that you hadn’t. Well obviously it wasn’t that way for this girl. Her look was conveniently safe for a club, not to mention she wore an obnoxiously big smile. Maybe she was a theatre kid, only they could pull of looks like that. “Virgin Margarita eh?” Mixing up a normal one, she handed it to the girl, and she smiled again thanking her. With a wink, “You’ll be thanking me later.” This girl really needed to relax, fluff could already tell that she was uptight, just by way that she walked. A small chuckle exited her partially opened lips and she took the towel from her back pocket and wiped down the bar in front of her. Working here may not make a lot of money, but it sure as hell beat sitting in a classroom all day; which reminded her, she had tests she had to grade. Well – at least the Dalton job paid really really well. Brown eyes caught the sight of Kurt and they widened, before they regained normal size and she ran a hand through her obnoxiously curled hair.”Sh!” fluff snapped quietly, glad that the pounding music most likely covered his mistake. “Hey Kurt – we’ve missed you in English, not to mention the fact that it is nowhere near as fun to hear all your remarks about my shoes, well mostly the fact that I have style for a teacher.” She grinned before watching him lean over the bar and hiss at her. “Now I may not be your teacher anymore, but you don’t need to talk to me like that. Oh – and what does it look like I’m doing, I’m mixing drinks. I’m quite good, tres bien oui?” adding a bit of French to her talk always amused her – mostly because she had minored in the language so it was easy for her. “Anyways, did you want anything? It’s on the house.” Kurt moved away from the bar as the girl – the one with the non-virgin margarita – sprayed a fine vapor all over a very, very popular girl. It might just have pissed the girl off enough – but from what fluff could see in the eyes of the latina girl, there was something hidden in her blood that craved for revenge, and just being here was tantalizing enough for the girl to lunge. “Shit.” Fluff cursed, grabbing the phone one the bar she dialed the number of the bouncer and heared his low voice before she spoke, “You need to get in her, there’s a cat fight, and really its more of a cougar verses a two day old kitten, this other girl is being ripped to shreds.” The sound of the phone clicking off told her that he had hung up and she looked to some of the men just sitting at the bar. “Are you going to just sit there?!” Half of the guys looked too drunk to answer and the others were too into the fight to answer. Quickly dialing nine one one, she waited for the woman to answer, “Yes – this is gLo, the night club.” There was a pause in fluffs words. “yes, we are going to need a bus and a cop or two, there was a fight – or an assault on one of the customers here.” Listening closely to the words, fluff looked up to see if barley had made his way in yet. The big man had pried the screaming girl off the other and was walking her effortlessly to the other side of the club. “yes, they have been separated…..ok…..yeah..” Fluff tried to get a look over the counter but the murmuring and the crowd around the other girl was too large for her to see around, “Alright, see you soon.” Three minute wasn’t too long of a wait, but she didn’t know the condition of the other girl – the one who probably could have lost her life. There must have been a longstanding hatred between the girl in the closet and the one bleeding on the floor. Or, at least that is what it looked like. The sounds of crashing bottles and screaming could still be heard as the coughing and worried whispers were coming from the other side. Of course the ambulance would get here soon – but she just hoped that the girl would be ok. ---------- Wordcount - 1025 Tagged- Everyone Wearing -This [/scrolly]

[rachel barbra berry]

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[atrb=background,http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/6049/rachel2.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] It could have been the bouncer. It could have been that man at the bar missing his right hand. It could have been the loud grinding music that had been blasting over the speakers that scared Rachel Berry. Alright, scared was too strong of a word, but everything in the room did seem to close in on her as she walked in. No matter that most of the people that were within the room were probably her age, she just didn’t feel comfortable in the room. The Black Eye Pea’s song played though giant speakers as Rachel waded her way through the crowd of people, easily making her way past the many crumping couples and placing her hands on the bar. Maybe it was a bad idea to come, seeing as no one that she even knew had shown their faces, or at least to her. Finn wasn’t here, which upset Rachel deeply, Where was he? It wasn’t like he was doing anything interesting, and Brittany had to have told him that there was a party, she told her. Where was Jesse? Rachel had another pang of hurt radiate through her. She shouldn’t have thoughts like that, especially when she was dating Finn, but something about Jesse seemed to ruffle her feathers in all the right ways. Though everyone still hadn’t forgiven him, they should, he was sorry, Jesse apologized. A small sigh left the girl, she was confused and alone. well they were there, physically dancing and laughing, but she felt so alone. It wasn’t until a few moments later that she heard his voice, without listening to what he was saying, she turned around and threw her arms around his neck laughing almost, “Oh Kurt! I thought I was going to be all alone! And then you show up! How great is that!” She pulled away smiling, hoping that the first thing that he had stated wasn’t anything important. Rachel could feel his eyes on her, he was taking in everything that she was wearing as if it was the last thing he would do. Holding her breath, she waited for approval. Kurt always seemed to have strong opinions of what she wore, it wasn’t as if she was wearing…ugly clothes to school, just her normal kitten heels, not the type of heels but heels with kittens on them, animal sweaters and high knee socks with her many assorted skirts. It was scarce if you found Rachel Berry in a pair of jeans or a French made jacket. Feeling bad, she looked down to her shoes, tilting her head to the side she also let her heels tap together as if she were some modern Dorothy trying to get away from his harsh critiques. “I like the shoes,” she muttered almost to herself. “I would love going shopping with you Kurt – maybe this makeover won’t end up like the last one.” No one needed to be reminded about what he had done because of his jealousies with Finn. But things had changed, Kurt was dating Blaine, and Rachel was dating Finn. End of story. “Really you like the scarf?” Rachel smiled, letting her hand brush through the curls of her hair then over the scarf that laid over her white tee. “I picked it out myself.” Happy for a chance that she had actually done something right, she turned to the bar and asked for her drink. As Rachel obtained the drink, Kurt stared at the bartender, see he did know her, maybe it was from Dalton or something. Turning away from the two, Rachel stumbled upon Santana, quickly realizing that tequila in the eyes probably stung, which probably lead to the eye twitching. “Oh Santana – m-my fathers can fix that. They always tell me that if I get something in my eye I should wash it out as quickly as possible, so the stuff doesn’t do any harm, not that I think that it will do any harm.” She looked pissed – and screamed of wasp with a vengeance. Seconds seemed like hours as Santana kept eye contact with Rachel before she lunged at her, scaring the daylights out of her! “Santana!” Rachel shrieked before the girl was already on top of her, sending one of her almighty fists right into her face – or more precisely, her eye. Stumbling back Rachel covered her face in terror as her back slammed against the brick bar, sending what at first she thought would have been pain, but all it happened to be was shock. The pain hadn’t come yet. The screams of Spanish could be heard over the music, “Santana!! Please!! Please! I d-d-didn’t mean to do anything!” She tried to take a peek through her fingers before the girls nearly serrated fingernails dug into the back of Rachel’s hands and pulled them off her face. Gasping, she started to fee the throb in her back and the sting in her hands. “I-“ Santana caught Rachel’s face and shoulders as she tried to move her head from getting in the way, sending read streaks across her lightly tanned skin. Fear coated every muscle in the Jewish girls body as in a attempt to get away, she threw out her foot, really wishing that she had chosen heels, making contact with Santana’s leg. Her grip loosened and Rachel ran. Turning her back on her back on the latina, she could feel the tears start to fill her eyes as she screamed “S-stop!” And then, like a cat, she could feel he hair being tugged back, making her stop in her tracks. “I-I” Though before she could even finish an apology, she was tossed to the ground, face first, her forehead hitting before he chin. Rachel screamed out in agony as she felt the girl pull back her hair, scream at her in Spanish and slam her face into the ground. The first time she barely had time to react. She was looking at the wall, then so close to the floor that he hands wouldn’t even fit, but the second, the third, the fourth and the fifth, she covered her face, feeling the knuckles of her hands drag across the hard floor.Kicking and screaming didn’t help, the ex-cheerio had strength. Rachel was shaking from the pain, the horror, the shock. She could feel the blood over her face, her hair, dripping down her throat, and soaking her shirt. The gut wrenching feeling of hair being pulled up again mad Rachel come back, and she waited for the smash to the floor again. Like a miracle from god, she could feel the weight being pulled off of her, and he face fell into her hands again, this time, softer though still enough to hurt. The screams could still be heard as the big bouncer pulled the kicking girl away. Trying to sit up, Rachel could barely see straight and collapsed to the ground on her side. Coughing, she brought her hand to her mouth, and as she pulled it away she couldn’t tell if the blood was from the other injuries or if it was coming from her throat. Shaking, she let her hand gently touch her nose, it was clearly broken, again, and so were some of the knuckles and fingers in her hands. She could feel the scratches and the clumps of hair, and all she could think about was if she couldn’t sing after this her life was over. Hands grabbed her shoulders, and she heard a familiar voice – saying something… something about Finn. Groaning in pain, she closed her eyes whimpering. “D-dads….jesse…finn.” ‘someone tell them…please…get me help’ ----------- Wordcount -1250 Tagged - Everyone Wearing - this [/scrolly]

[kurt elizabeth hummel]

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[atrb=background,http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/7333/kurt1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] The music in the club was almost too loud. Nothing too terrible; Kurt had lived through the "Rachel Berry House Party Trainwreck Extravaganza", and that was just as intense. This place was absolutely packed with people, unlike Rachel's basement. He could smell the sweat of the dancers mixed with vapors of alcohol, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. Gross as it was, though, the air was breathable. Dancing wasn't out of the question for later, so long as he found someone he knew to dance with. At least Rachel was happy to see him. He very nearly lost his balance when she half-tackled him in a hug. "Geez, Rachel! I'm glad to see you, too, but it's only been a couple days!" Nevertheless, he gave her a friendly squeeze and sat next to her at the bar. He hardly ever said it out loud, but he enjoyed the other diva's company. As they were rivals, it was a fact that he couldn't even admit to himself before. When things changed after his brief time at Dalton, the two had become close friends. Even his return to New Directions hadn't changed that, though their constant competition picked up where it left off. Being friends with her was nicer than he had expected it to be, seeing as he always saw her as obnoxious and her choice in wardrobe was among the worst he'd ever seen, but now he wouldn't dare give it up. Funny how some things worked out. Her shoes, though... Kurt almost couldn't stop staring at them. She clicked them nervously, muttering that she liked them, and he took pity on her. It was just sad that her taste in shoes was as bad as this. His expression brightened instantly when she agreed to a makeover. "Of course it won't be like last time! Although, you did look great. Something softer this time, I think. We could work with pastels." He already started mapping out the first things he would have her try on when they went out. Ideas came to him instantaneously, like with a painter looking at a blank canvas. He grinned smugly at Rachel's pride in her scarf. The fact that all his friends came to him for fashion advice was a huge boost in his ego. It was kind of amusing to see that his approval was like passing a test on What Not To Wear. "Just be sure to only wear it with neutrals, like you are now. That kind of thing is easy to clash." She wasn't completely hopeless, he thought. He could even get another shopping buddy out of this! The real shocker was the prescence of Ms. Fluff. It truly was his Dalton teacher behind the bar. Kurt had always thought that everyone at Dalton was too uptight to even consider doing something out-of-line or breaking the rules. She shushed him, intent on not getting caught, and the boy crossed his legs in a huff, silently demanding an explanation. It was nice to know that he was missed at Dalton by people other than the Warblers. He was touched to think that they liked him for who he was (in this case, a fashionista) instead of not even bothering to look beyond the fact that he was gay. Guilt came over him next. "I was just surprised to see you, is all. I didn't mean anything by it." He watched his former teacher's flair; it seemed like she was an expert. "Oui, vous êtes bon à ce." Kurt grinned at her use of the language and spoke flawlessly, accent and all. "But I don't want anything. Something tells me I'm going to be the designated driver." Rachel's scream rang out across the room. A shiver ran through his bones; he hadn't thought that Santana would actually go through with the things she had threatened. He pushed his way through to the scene just in time to see the bouncer pull her off of Rachel. She was shaking and bleeding. "Come on. I'll tell Finn what happened; maybe he can help sort this out." He draped his arms comfortingly about her shoulders. "We need to get you to the hospital." Word count: 751 Tagged: Everyone~! [/scrolly]

[jesse henry st. james]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] The beginning of summer. Jesse could smell it on the air. It was one of his favorite times of year, when he could finally relax from all the hardcore work with show choir and focus on community theater (he was also an instructor there) and ballet. Ballet was a plus lately; it was there, on a regular basis, where he would see Rachel Berry. He didn't want to seem too desperate for her, but he couldn't help but crave her attention while he watched her stretch at the bar. She was, unfortunately at this point, in a relationship with Finn Hudson. Jesse had every intention of changing this tonight. The local nightclub was having a party for the underage kids in celebration of the season. Jesse had a feeling that Rachel would be there, in spite of the fact that wild parties in clubs weren't really her thing. The plan was to sweep her off her feet on the dance floor, like at prom, and not get kicked out this time. After all, Finn was mist likely there with her, just waiting to pick a fight. His plan was flawless, he decided, driving off to the club known as gLo. Back when he went to Carmel, he went to this place a lot. After a great victory, sometimes even skipping school, he would go to gLo to celebrate. Most of the Vocal Adrenaline kids did. He wondered vaguely if they would be surprised at his prescence, seeing as he was supposed to be in California, at UCLA. Did any of them know that he came back? Did they know that he worked with New Directions now? But this was an insignificant detail, having nothing to do with his purpose there that evening. The bouncer still recognized him, at least. Apparently, though, he knew Jesse well enough to know that he was still underage. Damn, he thought, tracing the drawn X's on his hands with his eyes. He would most likely still be able to get away with drinking, he knew. The lady behind the bar always had that sense of mischief. Once in, Jesse winked at the bartender for a shot of whatever was good, ironically seating himself at the opposite end of the bar from Rachel. She slid him an expertly crafted cocktail, and he thanked her politely, turning around to scan the crowd for the unmistakeable girl. When he finally did find her, he was shocked. Not only because she was literally right there (what an embarrassing miss), but because she was not in a condition he would have liked. She wasnt dancing or having fun or drinking herself stupid; she was a bloody mess on the floor, with that friend of hers, Kurt, huddled around her. No. That should be him, not that little gay kid. Who did he think he was, running to the rescue of Jesse's girl? No, wait. Kurt liked boys. Maybe Jesse was getting a little tipsy. He set down his drink and rushed to Rachel's side, ignoring the pointed glare coming from Kurt. Oh well, he was just bitter. Rachel was infinitely more important right now. "Rachel? Can you hear me?" Jesse asked her soothingly. This was not how he imagined the night to go at all. "I think the paramedics are on their way. It'll be okay soon, baby." He just ignored the other boy's eye roll. [/scrolly]

[rachel barbra berry]

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[atrb=background,http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/6049/rachel2.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Everything hurt, every muscle, every organ, every nerve in Rachel’s tiny little body screamed at her, telling her that she needed to get help; Telling her that she needed help – that she needed medical assistance. With her body shaking on the floor, Rachel couldn’t help but to feel her eyes well up, the one that was swelling started to rise and crack like a whip, her pain arching and sending pain through her body. Crying obviously was not an option, one eye swelled shut, and the other her only source of sight – she couldn’t let herself break down – she was already a mess and didn’t need to add another wrench to the pile. The room was nearly silent, not a sound could be heard from the room. The music had been turned off, people had stopped dancing, not a single drink was being served. She could feel their eyes on her, as soft murmurs were going around the room. Rachel may not be able to see the people talking but she could still feel their words. Rachel felt soft hands on her shoulders and groaned in pain as he pulled her protectively into an embrace. Kurt spoke gently to her and Rachel just whimpered, “w-why isn’t he here… he should have p-p-protected me.” She leaned her head into the crook of his arm, wincing from the cuts on her face contacting the with Kurt’s skin – still she kept her face there to give support to her neck which was starting to feel very heavy and sting a bit. It could have been moments, it could have been hours later when she heard another voice this time, the voice was deeper than the one she had heard before, making Rachel’s mind whir in confusion. “finn..?” she murmured turning her head only slightly to try and get a glimpse at the person who had spoken to her. They had asked her something, what had they asked her? Rachel racked her brain trying to remember what he had just said – but nothing would come up. All she knew what that the boy didn’t respond to the name Finn, nor did the atmosphere seem thinner. Forgetting how much pain was thrown at her as she moved. Rachel turned in kurt’s arms catching site of someone else that she had recognized and had wanted to see that night, “Jesse.” Rachel sighed, pain and sorrow filled her voice as she reached out for his hand. Once she made contact, she could feel how shaky that she was. Jesse’s strong hand stood still as her hand trembled on his. She wanted to be in his arms, she wanted to be wrapped in his warm embrace and let him whisper to her that everything was going to be ok – that even though that her nose was broken, that she would be able to sing again, that she still would be as pretty as she was now – that she would remember everything, and not a scar would be left on her when the doctors fixed her. A slamming of doors could be heard and the sound of men walking through the crowd could be heard. But instead of the voices coming closer to her, they were getting further away, soon mixing with the sounds of cuffs being thrown around wrists and the shuffling of shoes. “w-what’s going on…?” Everything was spinning, the room, the ceiling, the words mixing in making everything much more difficult to understand than normal. Rachel tilted her head to Jesse reaching out with her other arm for him to grab her. She was like a child, a baby wanting the other parent but Rachel didn’t care, Rachel didn’t even really understand what she was doing. Her wants came before what she looked like – said so by the primitive side of her brain – and she wanted to be protected. It wasn’t like Kurt wasn’t protecting her, but that wasn’t the type of protection that she wanted. Kurt was the brother she never had, and Jesse was a guy that she really wanted to be with. Though there was Finn, and everything seemed just so jumbled – but jesse was there when Finn wasn’t, and that gave him a big advantage. Before she could feel Jesse’s arms, the sound of the door opening again could be heard, this time, their speaking was quick and worried as they got closer, pushing people out of the way and telling them to give her space. Rachel tried to grab onto jesses hand but gasped out in pain as she felt her fingers strain to move. There were some that were broken, it was clear to tell. The men moved Jesse and Kurt out of the way, she could hear complaining by one of the guys as they were forced to move, while another man kneeled next to her, gently placing his fingers under her jaw he spoke gently to her, trying to read her pulse as he asked her simple questions. “what is your name sweety..?” Rachel groaned, “R-rachel…rachel berry.” Her head hurt so much – and this talking wasn’t helping. “What day is it..” Closing her eyes Rachel tried to concentrate on the date, but every time that it was at the tip of her tongue it kept on slipping away before she could speak. "it's ok." The man didn’t look phased as he placed a neck brace on her and had another man help him gently put her onto the stretcher. When did that get there? They didn’t come in with that did they? As they started to wheel her out Rachel shrieked “N-no! s-stop!” The slow moving slowed to a halt and they looked at her questioningly. “i-I want jesse.” They looked back – then to Rachel, “We’ll get you on, then we will let him on.” Rachel closed her eyes and nodded the best she could, seeing that the neck brace kept all movement to a minimum. Tears filled her eyes again as the pushed her into the back of the ambulance – with the stainless steel equipment, slow buzzing monitors, the whole experience started to scare the girl. She could hear another person stepping into the back with her, but she couldn’t see who it was. “jesse…?” she felt her clutch lying next her on the bed and that meant that she had everything with her. “is that you…?” -------------- wordcount- 1058 tagged- everyone

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[jesse henry st. james]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Nothing could have been more sobering than this. Someone called an ambulance; Jesse couldn't tell who it was. He only sat numb at Rachel's side, trying to comfort her. She seemed to be in a painful haze. He heard her whimpering for Finn, wanting him to be there, and that just tore him apart. "No, Rachel. It's me." Yes, she recognized him. Jesse breathed a sigh of relief and took her trembling hand in his. He gave it what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze, not wanting to hurt her. "Yeah. Don't worry, okay? You're going to be fine." She was so disoriented, oh god, she didn't even know what happened to her. He shouldn't have thought about how cute she was, how her soft voice made his heart race. No, this was the part where he was supposed to panic on the inside yet at the same time be strong. He didn't think she was in any mortal danger from a broken nose, but she could have had a concussion for all he knew. That was a bad situation to be in. The paramedics finally arrived, taking the girl from Kurt's grasp and asking her what Jesse supposed were the usual questions. Even he barely registered that they were there. He only felt it when she dropped his hand. That wasn't good at all. Not for him or for her. She needed to know that someone was there for her, he thought, and it had to be him, and definitely not Finn. Not tonight. If she could see that he was more dependable than that bumbling giant, then perhaps she would once again be his. Yes, that was the new plan. Jesse's heart swelled almost to breaking point when she said that she wanted him with her. That was something. Plus, the conviction to her words only served to strengthen the feeling. He shouldn't have smiled so genuinely; she was bleeding, in a neck brace, being carted out of a nightclub, but he couldn't feel more in love with her. He would be the one to protect her in the future, even if they weren't together, just because she deserved it and because of those words. Jesse had selfishly wanted Rachel for himself when he returned from pining for her affection on the other side of the country. The world was just them and screw everyone else; they weren't good enough. Well, he and Rachel were still clearly superior to all of them. Now, though, it would be nice for her to have others be as supportive of her as he was. This attack on her had opened his eyes to that. Finn was to blame. He always was. The idiot wasn't even there to defend his girlfriend. Jesse would show him. "I'm right here," he cooed softly after climbing into the ambulance behind her. He took her hand in his once more, this time intent on not letting go. "It's okay, I'm right here." Word count: 614 (this is significantly less than what it should be...) Tagged: Everyone~! Notes: To be continued in Akron Hospital! [/scrolly]

[miss. lea emma fluff]

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[atrb=background,http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/1179/fluff1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] “you shouldn’t be.” Miss fluff smiled at the boy, Kurt, almost surprised herself that he couldn’t see her doing something else. With her student, she was even more lax than normal, she tended to let go sometimes, and she was the only teacher that she knew of that under the table sold drugs to her students. Ok, no she didn’t sell it herself, but giving the students the numbers was pretty much the same thing. She smiled at Kurt’s French, happy to hear someone with such a great accent, keeping her eyes on the boy he refused a drink. “You know we do have things other than alcoholic beverages, like…..water. Well water is really just about it.” She laughed before the girls scream rang across the room and he was out of his seat. The music was off, the whispers were sliding through the bar, spreading quicker than an air born disease. Of course, everything between teens spread like wild fire, it wasn’t something that could truly be contained, and alcohol wasn’t really something that would help that problem. The girl wasn’t screaming anymore, instead a boy – whom she had given drinks before, and tonight, literally tore himself out of the chair and across the room, nearly ripping her out of Kurts arms. Curly haired boy, used to go to Carmel, what was his name! There was no way she was going to remember his name as he heroically tried to save the girl who was probably bleeding to death on the floor. It wasn’t until the paramedics got there that they realized the extent of her injuries. Fluff let a hand cover her open mouth as the moaning girl and the carmel guy walked out of the club. “Hey – DJ!” Fluff bellowed, “get that music back on!” though she was soft spoken, and she had a sweet nearly quiet voice normally, she could get really loud if she needed too. The man with the music just nodded a few times before turning on another one of the top forty songs that she had been hearing for the last month and slowly but surely everyone in the bar decided that the girl would be fine and they went back to their dancing. Fluff walked around the bar and knelt down next to Kurt – there was blood on him, she could see it. The black lights seemed to make it glow against the rest of him, “Hey, lets go get you cleaned up.” She couldn’t tell if he was in a daze from seeing his friend like that or if he couldn’t hear her over the music, either way, she took his hand and led him to the break room, where she sat him down and leaned against the wall, “Now I know why you didn’t want to go to that school… damn, is it normally that bad?” she asked, walking to the sink and wetting a cloth, before walking back over to the boy and handing it too him. “That girl, what was her name?” She sat at the coffee table situated in the middle of the room, “She looked like a good friend of yours,” Crossing her legs, lea arched an eyebrow, “Lucky her boyfriend was there to save her yeah?” she was talking about jesse, but little did she know that they weren’t dating. “Once you get yourself cleaned up we can let you back out – but if you can’t get that blood out of your shirt I am sure we can find you one in the back – we sell them so we should have one in your size; on the house.” ---------- Wordcount - 606 Tagged- Everyone Wearing -This [/scrolly]

[kurt elizabeth hummel]

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[atrb=background,http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/7333/kurt1.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Ms. Fluff smiled slyly at Kurt, and the more he thought about it, he really wasn't surprised to see her. "I think it's more that I know you from Dalton. If anyone, it would be you, but for some reason I got the impression that everyone there was just so... classy. Not the type to work in a nightclub." Well, it was a high-class all-boys private school. The staff was expected to be respectable. What Ms. Fluff was doing might have earned respect amongst the students (almost definitely, in fact), but her colleagues and certainly her boss would not be amused. "Just water?" Kurt asked, arching an eyebrow but failing to mask his smile. "Maybe later." The most he'd expected between the girls was an extra-loud shouting match, maybe a shove or two. He didn't expect Rachel to end up mangled by Santana's claws. She was bleeding from her head, and everyone and everything got really quiet after the Latina was removed from the scene. Kurt tried to handle it since she was one of his best friends, and he was going to be there for her, dammit, but then who should appear but Jesse St. James. He tore her away from Kurt and spoke soothing words to her, but Kurt wasn't sure he would have any of that. He put on his best bitch-face and glared. Jesse ignored him. Of course, he thought angrily. Because the great Jesse St. James doesn't have time to bother with anyone other than himself or Rachel. Did he even care about her well-being, or just whether or not she would break up with Finn and take him back? Kurt rolled his eyes at the man. And yet... Jesse certainly seemed to be genuinely concerned. Kurt scowled. He hated when he was wrong about someone. Because even though Jesse constantly berated everyone else, he practically worshipped the ground Rachel walked on. He'd take good care of her, at least. "Even if I'm mad at you, I will tolerate your presence, for Rachel's sake." Jesse looked back confused, if briefly, but nodded. It was as if he didn't even know what he'd done to make Kurt mad, which only served to infuriate him even more. But before he could properly chew him out, the paramedics came to take Rachel away, with Jesse tagging closely behind. Finally, the reality and shock of the situation began to settle into Kurt's system. "Oh grilled cheesus..." One of his best friends was severely injured, his outfit was probably ruined, and he was kneeling in a pool of her blood. He felt sick to his stomach: like he was about to throw up, but he didn't have the energy to do that, much less to move. He didn't even hear the music turn back on, or see the people start dancing again, avoiding the glowing floor where Kurt was. Ms. Fluff came out from behind the bar and said something he didn't quite catch, pulling him up and leading him to the back room. It was quieter and more comfortable, and the colors and lights weren't as bright and harsh on his eyes. Kurt took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves after sitting down, his knees knocking together in a way that he hated because it showed how much he was affected by what happened. It was a reflex he couldn't help, he knew that, but he wasn't about to admit how weak he was. Because he wasn't weak. "Actually, it isn't normally that bad. I mean, I used to get roughed up on a regular basis, and I got a death threat once, but not mauled like that..." Kurt informed his former teacher darkly. She handed him a damp washcloth and he immediately started scrubbing at the stains forming in his clothes. His hands shook, another thing he hated. Well, that only happened twice before, really... Only when Karofsky had done something truly horrid: the stolen kiss and the stolen cake topper (he was lucky enough to find another one under his bed; good thing he collected the things). "The situation was actually taken care of. There was an anti-bullying movement, ironically started by Santana, who is probably being carted off by the cops as we speak. It's why I left Dalton; well, that and the uniform." "Her name is Rachel. We're in constant competition with each other for solos in glee club, but she's one of my best friends. She's also wildly talented, but don't tell her I said that." Kurt tried to laugh, but it came out as a shuddering sigh. He froze and snapped his head to face Ms. Fluff when she mentioned Rache's "boyfriend". "Jesse St. James is Rachel's boyfriend as much as..." he took a moment to consider the straight Warblers he knew who were in her class, "Trent is mine. She's going out with my step-brother Finn." His eyes narrowed, but he shook his head and turned back to treating the bloodstains. The dampness seeped through the fabric uncomfortably, and he grimaced. "Of course, Jesse wouldn't object to being Rachel's boyfriend again. Nor, do I think at this point, would she." Free clothes? Kurt wasn't about to object to that. He grinned weakly and thanked Ms. Fluff. The stains were rather stubborn; without proper treatment, they might never come out. Some of them were starting to, but the scrubbing left his shirt completely soaked. "I just might have to take you up on that offer, if only to have something dry to wear." Word count: 1001 (I warned ya...) Tagged: Everyone~ Notes: Shall we assume that Ms. Fluff gave him a T-shirt and he is safe to be in public once more? And Trent is the kind of heavy-set Warbler who says "How dare you!" and "This is a kangaroo court..." [/scrolly]

[lucas alan gilliam]

Lucas had been out all day basically. It was just him and his motorcycle today. However, when he drove passed Glo, he saw an ambulance out and police cars. Oh my. This looked interesting. He parked a block down so no one would try and run over it or steal it for fun. He unbuttoned the black leather jacket and threw his hands in his pockets. He saw a large crowd outside the Glo. He walked up and police were holding everyone back from getting inside. He frowned and went around back. Dumb cops. He slipped in through the back door and tried to see what might have happened. There was blood on the floor and someone being taken away. He saw a sway of black hair and a lot of yelling. If he had to guess one person, it would be Santana. He was a man whore basically, but that was one chick he would not go near. She was crazy and more of a bitch than anyone he's ever met.

He saw a crowd hurdled around someone and tried to get a closer look. He saw some kids from school, plus a women he'd never seen in his life. He also saw the familiar guy named Jesse standing over there as well. He raised his eyebrow and tried to get a glance. Her knew her as Rachel Berry. She was lying on the ground, helpless, and looking pretty bruised. Santana must've snapped on her, which explains how she got arrested. He didn't know the girl too well and didn't feel right trying to see her, so he backed up and sat down on a stool by the bar. "Coke." While yes, he had a fake I.D., he didn't feel like pulling it out after what had just happend. He felt like coke would just do the trick.

He took off the jacket to reveal just a plain black shirt underneath. He wasn't one for the fancy designs or anything like that. The only thing "fancy" he had was the jacket that he had bought himself for fixing his father's car. He usually just wore jeans and a t-shirt for his attire, but sometimes wore a collard shirt or two. He never "dressed-up" because there was no need to. He didn't even dress-up for his mother's court dates anymore that there had been so many. Oh well. He didn't particularly care for anything that was going on in the club anymore. He felt bad for the poor girl, but didn't want to be that one awkward guy that just goes up and says, "I hope you feel better". Perhaps he would say something to her at school when there wasn't such a large crowd over her.

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[miss. lea emma fluff]

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[atrb=background,http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/1179/fluff1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Miss Fluff arched a long slender eyebrow at the boy as he spoke. The first time she had met him, she had to keep herself from laughing. Normally she wasn’t that rude, nor would she be that insane in a first meeting, or at Dalton. His voice nearly killed her the first time she saw him. It was just funny to her – of course she got used to it, and never needed to laugh when hearing him speak; but what did she really expect? He looked like a girl, he wasn’t going to go around talking in a deep throaty voice. She loved Kurt – in that friend sort of way – and everything that she felt was not to be mean, but more reminiscing on the times that they shared. “Well you have to love what you do.” Fluff leaned over eye to eye with kurt, “And did you really believe that English was my passion? Teaching snobby rich kids, most of whom have parents with so much money that they don’t even care if they get good enough grades to pass? I love English – and teaching it is fun, but it’s clearly not something I do for fun.” Coming back up, she took an order, mixing the drink, and handing it to a curly haired boy, one she had seen before. Oh – everything clicked – it was that St. James kid. Wasn’t he in California? Ignoring her light confusion, she turned back to kurt, “So this is what I do. And I love it. It’s better than being a stripper – trust me, ive done that too.” Open, something that people enjoyed about her. But that’s when the world around her tumbled to the ground, shaking and sputtering as the horrific sound made its way over the loud throbbing music. It wasn’t until the ordeal was over that Fluff had come out from behind the bar. Being a club policy that she needed to follow, she was bound to stay by the bar until the fighting had finished. If she was hurt in the ordeal, then she would be in the same amount of trouble that she would be in if she handed over a full glass of vodka to a minor. Kurt was covered in the girls blood, the black lights making the whole floor, along with Kurt’s shirt shimmer a bright blue. Had the girl really lost that much blood? Dear god, she did she part of the fight, well at least the parts before a crowd started to form, and that Latino girl was strong, the other – probably had never been in a fight her whole life. Taking Kurt to the back, she could feel the boy shaking as she walked with him. As the boy sat down and continued to tremble. It was a lot to take in, Fluff knew that, and she was willing to wait for a moment to let him take a breath and calm down. She was off to the hospital and should be fine. Even though Fluff didn’t see the damage, it wasn’t like she had her face slammed into the ground a bunch of times, right? “You told me about that.” She mused lightly, thinking about how he told her about his threat – but never really told her how it came to be. “So it was that bad – I mean, yes, I can see the blood, but I only saw the part where she was thrown into the bar and an away.” It was clearly worse than what she had originally thought, maybe he should go see her. Well in any case she would let him decide. Fluff couldn’t help herself, she laughed, “Doesn’t seem like the girl really understands what ANTI means.” Rolling her eyes she went over to the fridge and grabbed a water, opening the bottle and taking a swig, but when he talked about the uniforms a grin formed over her face, “Those things are hideous, ours aren’t too bad. We don’t have a ‘set’ uniform yet, but they are thinking of putting one in motion. And that might tip my boat.” “that was Rachel?” lea murmured. “You and Blaine talked about her didn’t you? That name sounds wildly familiar, and it isn’t like I am teaching a Rachel.” She took the seat next to Kurt and smiled, “Does she have a big head? Talented girls seem to get that sometimes – or all the time.” Smiling she leaned on her elbows continuing to listen. Her eyes widened, and she moved back a bit –“I didn’t mean – anything by that. He just seemed very fond of her.” When fluff heard that she was dating someone else, it surprised her, “That sounds like drama. Pure Drama.” I guess that was a good thing about Dalton, no girl guy drama. “He cares – I can tell that much. I don’t know Jesse very well, but he has come in here and talked about her.” Standing, Fluff walked over to a box, pulling out a black shirt, gLo written in neon colors across the chest, and tossed it to him, “Here, It’s on the house.” She smiled and walked to the door. “You can stay in here as long as you need, But I have to get back to the bar.” Grabbing her towel, she closed the door behind her and walked up to a blonde boy – another teen and arched her eyebrow “What did you say you wanted?” ---------- Wordcount - 905 Tagged- Everyone Wearing -This [/scrolly]

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