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sunplanter · 3 years
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the VERY LOUD “opinions” on fatness (typically made by non-fat people) that I see all over mainstream social media never fail to make me wanna walk off a cliff
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Platonic hevans how would Sam and Kurt comfort each other after all their breakups on glee
I love this omg thanks for the ask! It’s all under the cut cus this got kinda long. Sam deadass dated like every girl on the show 💀
(I’m not doing Samchel bc I didnt watch any of their scenes. I feel like I shouldn’t talk about a ship I know nothing about haha)
Fabrevans breakup: Kurt isn’t at McKinley but he overhears Finn on the phone with Puck bragging about how he got Quinn to make out with him after school even though she’s with Sam. Kurt is like ‘HUH?’ and subtly asks Rachel and Mercedes about it at their next sleepover, which Fabrevans broke up earlier that day. Mercedes and Rachel tell Kurt all of the drama, including how they had a date to Color Me Mine planned for that night that Sam was looking forward to.
Kurt is looks at the time and see’s that there’s still two hours before Color Me Mine closes. Without much thinking, he gets changed into his clothes (since they’re wearing pajamas) and starts texting people for Sam’s address. Mercedes is like “and where are you off to?” Kurt says “I feel bad that Sam isn’t able to go to Color Me Mine anymore, I’m gonna ask him if it’s okay if I go with him.” Mercedes raises her eyebrows and Kurt is like “As two friends who love painting ceramics.”
So he pulls up to the Evans residence. Sam is surprised to see Kurt at his door. He asks what Kurt is doing there and Kurt is straight up like “To take you to Color Me Mine.”
Sam is dating Santana, so Sam says “I cant go on a date with you if I’m dating Santana. Although I think she’d be okay with polyamory if you give me a second to ask her.” Kurt is like “NO! I don’t want to date both you and Santana. I heard that you and Quinn were planning on going to date to Color Me Mine before you guys broke up... and I wanted to know if it would be okay if I took you... as friends.”
Sam says “A bro date to Color Me Mine. I like that. Let me get my jacket and I’ll be right back out.”
Samtana breakup: Sam wasn’t too broken up about their breakup, he honestly saw it coming. He didn’t even realize they were broken up until he saw that Santana was now dating Karofsky. He didn’t care that much, they barley hung out to begin with. But Kurt cared a lot, he wanted to make sure that Sam wasn’t feeling like he was cheated on.
On a night that Kurt was coming over to Sam’s hotel just to drop off clothes, he also decided to bring his laptop and lots of snacks. Sam was surprised to see Kurt bringing all of this stuff, but he wasn’t complaining. Kurt popped in a DVD of avatar that he bought on the way there and they spent the night under the blankets.
Samcedes “breakup” #1: I use the word breakup really loosely as they were never dating the first time around, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t love each other and ending things wasn’t painful.
Sam is living with the Hudmels at this time so Kurt can hear Sam crying from his room. Kurt knocks quietly on Sam’s door. Sam doesn’t answer so Kurt let’s himself in. He see’s Sam bundled under the covers and notices that he’s eyes are bloodshot from all the crying. Kurt sits on the edge of Sam’s bed and tells him that he’s always there for Sam as a friend. Mercedes may be his best friend, but that doesn’t mean he cares about Sam and his happiness any less.
Sam crumbles at this and sobs into Kurt’s shoulder. He tells Kurt all about how Mercedes sing Whitney Houston to him as a way to tell him that she couldn’t do this even though she loved him. Kurt tells him that everything will be okay and that this heartache won’t last forever.... which is true seeing that Sam and Mercedes go to prom together soon after that.
Bram breakup: Sam would, once again, be a sobbing mess. I feel like Sam would be super out of himself, Blaine and Tina are doing their part to cheer him up as their best friends, but Kurt feels like he should do something too seeing as he’s at home when it all happened.
Kurt takes Sam on a bro date, reminiscent of the one that they went on when Sam and Quinn broke up. Kurt takes Sam to see some movie that just came out that Sam has watched the trailer for like 50 times. Kurt almost falls asleep during the movie, but Sam is having the time of his life. It’s the first time that Kurt has seen Sam so happy recently. They leave the theatre and take a short stop to get ice cream. While eating the ice cream, Sam raves about the movie and how amazing it was. He’s already talking about bringing Tina and Blaine to see it with him the next weekend.
Samcedes breakup #2: Sam didn’t see this one coming, they were doing so well. He thought for sure that Mercedes would be the girl he married (spoiler alert: he does marry her, he just doesn’t know it yet).
Before Sam goes back to Lima, Kurt takes Sam out for brunch to talk about how he’s feeling about everything. Sam tells him that he feels like he gives so much love, but the world doesn’t want him to be happy. He tells Kurt that he had a plan for his future with Mercedes. He could see it all so clearly, she was the first person that Sam has dated that he could imagine getting married, raising children, and growing old together. Sam says that feels like he should just give up at love, because it obviously is never going to work out.
Kurt listens to Sam talk in detail about this all for a hella long time, only adding in comments here and there to make sure Sam knows he hasn’t tuned out.
At the end of Sam pouring his heart out, Kurt says “I know my best friends, which are you and Mercedes. I can see how in love you too are and how hard you tried to make it work. From what it sounds like to me, this isn’t a forever breakup. It’s an ‘until we meet again’ breakup, meaning that your story isn’t over. And don’t you give up on love Sam Evans, you are one of the most lovable boys I know. And I promise you that Mercedes hasn’t stopped loving you ever since the summer you guys had your little fling.”
Klaine breakup #1: Sam is in Lima consoling Blaine after the breakup, but he also can’t help but wonder how Kurt is feeling.
One night, Sam calls up Kurt on skype and asks him how he’s holding up. Kurt lies and says he’s fine, but Sam can see right through it. Sam says, “You’re not fine. You don’t have to lie to me” which makes Kurt break out into tears. He tells Sam how much it all hurts and how he never thought he’d have to feel pain like this. Kurt mentions how he feels like he’s not allowed to be sad because he has to help keep Rachel’s spirits up, but it’s just so hard. All he wants to do is have his best friend huh him and help him through his heartbreak.
That gives Sam the idea of visiting New York for the weekend. Sam buys plane tickets with money he’s saved up from working at the tire shop and shows up outside of Kurt’s door on Friday night, completely taking Kurt by surprise. Sam immediately gives Kurt a huge ass hug and tells him that he’s there to help keep his mind off of things.
They have a great weekend, Kurt takes Sam to places in New York that they didn’t see at Nationals two years prior and also takes Sam to all of his fav hidden spots in the city. One of them being a cute little bakery that he spends his mornings in when he doesn’t have anywhere to be.
Sam and Kurt spend Saturday night watching musicals, while Kurt tries to hold back tears because they remind him of Blaine. Sam notices this and makes Kurt turn it off and instead put on Avatar. Kurt is like “Excuse me?” but Sam says it’s because that’s what Kurt did for his breakup with Santana. They might as well make it a tradition.
Klaine breakup #2: Just like with the previous breakup, Sam skype calls Kurt. It’s something they’ve been doing regularly, it helps keep Sam up to date with Mercedes and helps keep Kurt up to date with his dad and Carole.
Sam logged onto this call knowing that they’d already broken up, he got the info from Blaine (since they’re besties). Unlike last time, Sam isn’t able to easily take a day few days off to fly to New York for Kurt. Things at school are ramping up and he’s been needing to work longer hours. So all that he can do is give his support through the computer screen. They stay up all night talking about anything and everything.
Kurt is trying to skate around the topic of the breakup, but he knows that he has to mention it at least once that night. Before the call ends, Kurt let���s Sam know how he’s doing with it all. He tells Sam that it’s painful knowing that the man that you love isn’t the man that you will marry. Sam knows exactly know he’s feeling, as he felt the same way about Mercedes. They fall asleep while on call, Kurt wakes up first and smiles at the sight of Sam’s sleeping face.
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Anonymous asked:I'm in the mood for some royalty!au these days ^^ how about bodyguard/knight/butler!iwachan with princess!reader? a bit of angst and fluff would be awesome! i already know I'm gonna love it because I always love your writing, so could you maybe also do this scenario with reversed roles in the future?
This is the long overdue reverse scenario! I decided to go with Prince!Iwaizumi and Court Dancer!reader. Having a Knight!reader would have been badass, but I ended up coming up with this idea first. I was heavily inspired by a production of The Winter’s Tale by the RSC that I watched one time in class during undergrad and because harvest festivals are fun! 
You can read Princess!reader and Knight!Iwaizumi here.
- Admin Rachel Lauren
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There’s almost no order to what’s happening at the moment. A life inside the palace mostly has left Iwaizumi with no knowledge of what he’s supposed to do. One would think that as heir to the throne, he would have at least gone into the village from time-to-time to visit his subjects, especially during such an important festival. But the sad reality is that at eighteen, this is the first time Iwaizumi has been to the harvest festival. 
What’s worse is that it took convincing on Oikawa’s part to get him to do this. They used to do something similar years ago, sneaking out of the palace whenever his fellow prince came to visit. They would don civilian street clothing and try to be “normal” for the day. (Oikawa usually tried to hit on older  village girls, who were charmed by the then thirteen-year-old prince, but hardly wooed. Iwaizumi was more than embarrassed by his antics).
So of course, when Prince Oikawa comes to visit his oldest and dearest friend again, he urges them to take up their old habit. It doesn’t take much to convince Iwaizumi to do anything as long as Oikawa knows exactly how to do so. And Oikawa knows exactly how to do so.
“Ah, that pretty court dancer you like is away visiting her family in the village, right? There’s a good chance you’ll run into her, I’m sure.”
At this, Iwaizumi grumbles, but agrees.
Now, he finds himself separated from his best friend, wandering through a crowd of unfamiliar face after unfamiliar face at night. Children run past without looking and almost barrel into him with delighted giggles. Their squeals seem to give way to more boisterous laughter and upbeat music. The noise grabs his attention, sure enough, and he glances in its direction. 
When his eyes fall upon the scene before him, they widen and his heart picks up its pace. A small folk band is playing to a small crowd of a few dancers, among them: you. This is the first time he’s seen you outside of the palace, so he doesn’t quite know what to think of this yet. The dance is free-wheeling despite the partner work between participants, but it’s simple enough to be learned by anyone (even after a few drinks). 
Still, the sight of you taking part in such a lively dance surprises him . It’s so unlike what he’s seen from you before in court: normally poised, polished, and somewhat demure style of dance. That’s how you managed to charm him in the first place.
You’re smiling so widely, laughing with such unbridled joy each time you take the arm of the next person in the lineup, it’s hard for him to not be charmed by this version of you as well. He watches you spin and spin and spin, and loses himself  in a trance, barely noticing that you’ve stumbled awfully close to him until you’ve stumbled into him.
It’s only after he catches your arm that Iwaizumi realizes that his disguise is hardly a disguise.
“Excuse me, I got carried away there,” you say with a playful tone. You start to flash a smile, but your whole demeanor drops the second you lock eyes with his green ones. Instead you, straighten your stance and attempt a more dignified air. “Your Majes--”
His hand quickly covers your mouth and he shushes you. “Not here.”
You nod, catching his drift before he even says anything else. No one seems to have heard you anyway. Or if they did, they’re too drunk to care. Iwaizumi pulls his hand away and only then does he notice the faint blush across your face. You’ve probably been dancing like that for a while. Maybe you had a little to drink as well; it is the harvest festival after all.
“Would you like to dance?” you ask suddenly. There’s a spark in your eye that’s bewitching him easily enough, but even Iwaizumi snaps back to reality.
“I don’t know how. Well, at least not this kind of dancing.” He’s well-versed in formal dances, but nothing as frenzied and free-wheeling as what you were doing moments prior.
“Don’t worry about that!” You take his arm and practically drag him out into the circle of dancers. “These were made to be picked up easily. Besides, if the drunkest of men can still make their way through them, then you’ll have no problem!”
You place yourself at his side, facing away from him while you link his arm with yours. “Just follow my lead. Once the music starts we’ll just skip in a circle ‘round each other for a bit.”
The music starts and the two of you do just that. “And then you’ll turn me, take two steps to your right and send me off to your left. Then you’ll start over with your next partner. Ready? Go!”
“Huh?!”
Iwaizumi gets lost in the whirlwind, and you mostly lead yourself through the pattern. Nonetheless, you’re ever cheerful as you free spin away from him with a “woo!”. He has little time to watch you more. His next partner has already linked arms with him and the sequence starts over. Iwaizumi finds himself picking up the steps with each passing partner. He joins in on the whoops and hollers from the other dancers, laughing all the while. Finally, you’ve made your way back to him. Your face lights up when you link arms with him again.
And then the song ends. The crowd cheers for the band and all dancing; Iwaizumi basks in the glory of it all. Is this how you always feel after a performance?
“Your Ma--um, should we get something to drink?”
He nods and links his arm with yours, feeling a little bolder now thanks to all that fun, and leads you to the tent where cider is being served. You happen to know the couple running the tent from town, and the wife chats you up for the moment to see how you’re doing. While your occupied by that conversation, her husband motions for Iwaizumi to lean in a little closer to him.
“Wanna get something nice for your girlfriend?”
Iwaizumi feels the heat rise to his face again. This time, however, it isn’t from dancing or the alcohol in the cider.
“Er, she’s not my--”
“Over there they’re selling some lovely flower crowns.” He points to a tent a few vendors down the row. “You should get_____ a good one.”
Iwaizumi nods and takes note of some of the options. You’d look lovely in any of them, however, there is one he notices that stands out. With that one, you’d really look like the Queen of the Harvest Festival. You’re still engrossed in your conversation, so Iwaizumi sneaks off quickly to make the purchase. The vendor names her price and Iwaizumi pulls out his spending money. He didn’t bring much with him (he didn’t anticipate on buying much in the first place), and the disappointment settles in when he realizes it’s not enough.
“How about 30 for it?” he begs. The woman sighs. With a finger outstretched, she points to the “NO HAGGLING” sign hanging behind her.
Iwaizumi groans and looks around as if it will give him guidance. Amazingly, it does, because coming down the row is none other than Oikawa with a village girl on his arm. Oikawa smiles as he approaches his friend.
“There you are Iwa-chan! I was worried about you.”
“Oikawa! Lend me some money!”
“Eh?” Oikawa blinks at Iwaizumi and then looks to the flower crowns on display. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices you not too far away still chatting with the cider vendor. He smiles playfully and pulls out his coin purse. “Consider it an early birthday gift, then.”
With that, Iwaizumi is able to purchase the crown.
“I owe you one,” he says.
“I already said it’s an early birthday gift.” Oikawa clicks his tongue before giving Iwaizumi an encouraging pat on the shoulder. “Now, go get your cute dancer.”
As Iwaizumi smirks and makes his way back to you, he can’t help but laugh as the girl on Oikawa’s arm asks for a flower crown too and Oikawa realizing that he’s now short on money for that. Just as he returns, you’ve finished up your conversation. You bid goodbye to the couple and turn back to Iwaizumi, who’s no longer empty-handed. The sight of the ornate accessory he’s holding takes you aback.
It’s a beautiful flower crown with vibrant red, orange, and yellow flowers woven skifully through sticks and twigs. 
“What’s this?’ you ask, blinking all the while.
“Is there someplace quieter we can go?”
You nod and take his hand as you lead him to the outskirts of the festival grounds near the woods. The crowds have dispersed here with the exception of a few young couples looking for a little solace and romantic scenery. All the festivities seem so far away now. The music and noise from the festival-goers sound in the distance. The two of you take a seat on a fallen log just along the wood’s edge.
Iwaizumi clears his throat and begins, presenting the crown to you as he speaks. “This is a gift for you. For showing me a good time while I’m here.” 
“You...you didn’t have to do that.”
“But I wanted to.”
He lifts the crown up and you bow your head to give him enough room to place it for you. You hold it with both your hands as you regain your posture.
“Thank you,” you say. You grin widely and tentatively lower your hands once you feel it’s secure enough on your head. “It’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.”
A small gasp leaves your lips. Iwaizumi can’t believe he just said that and without a hint of hesitation to boot. His face starts to feel hot, so he coughs once, hoping to dispel some of the embarrassment. He only gets one cough, though, because before he realizes it, your lips are pressed to his for a brief moment.
If he thought he was red before, he should see his face now. You’re looking pretty flushed yourself as well. 
You chirp, “Um, was that…?”
“Fine! It was fine!”
An awkward silence passes before the both of you burst into laughter. Iwaizumi leans in to kiss you once more, this time a little longer and more deliberate, but still very sweet. Even though he’s a prince, and he’s not sure if his position will allow him to marry a court dancer, he still fancies you royalty as the Queen of the Harvest Festival. For him, that’s more than enough.
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Fictober #4 entry for “I know you didn’t ask for this”
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After being photographed attending the matinee, which Ellis complained about, and going to a dinner that Ellis didn't eat, Felipe had thankfully found peace and quiet for a few precious minutes hiding in a hotel lobby bathroom. Lillian Frost had, thankfully, found out that Ellis was in New York and called to have a meeting with her about her upcoming role opposite Xavier.
This left Felipe alone for the rest of the night and hopefully longer. He splashed water on his face and plotted his next move. He wanted badly to go visit the store where Xavier had met Erika but didn't know how to approach it.
If the photographers, whom he was almost positive Ellis had tipped off, were still around and attempted to follow him, he'd hardly be able to get much insight into the woman his secretly single friend was smitten with. He took a long breath and walked into the lobby slowly. It seemed the vultures had left, and he took it as his cue to follow.
As he crossed the street, he passed by a redheaded woman who'd clearly been crying and what he assumed was her boyfriend who had caused it. The woman was wearing sunglasses even though the lights of the city had replaced the sun an hour or two earlier and he could hear the man saying something about her being too good for “most men.”
Felipe shook his head, remembering himself using lines like that after doing something to make a woman cry. He wanted to tell the woman it was probably true, this jerk in a hoodie didn't deserve her tears, and offer to buy her a drink. Then again, that drink would probably lead to another and maybe even another, ultimately ending the night in a bed together which was the kind of thing he was trying not to do anymore and one of the reasons he was stuck in this arrangement with Ellis to begin with.
Besides, he thought looking up at the giant children's store in front of him, I have far more important things to do tonight, so he kept on walking. Inside he examined every worker on the first floor before heading up the elevator and starting his search up there.
Finding her in a room full of people wasn't going to be easy. He'd heard about Erika many times, but he'd only ever seen one picture. It was a blurry group shot with Xavier and at least one other person. It was somewhere in Brooklyn and they'd taken a picture with a cow on a leash. It came as part of a text that Felipe had of course deleted that raved about an urbanite who turned a pet cow into a creamery business.
Felipe had thought how New Yorkers were weird, but he remembered loving the message because blurry Xavier had looked so happy. So, she was probably weird, or rather eccentric, but everyone was wearing a uniform, so her clothing wasn't going to help give her away.
She drank coffee a lot, he remembered coffee in some of Xavier' stories which meant she might be hyper. Oh, but they'd meet after work so maybe she'd look tired.
She wore glasses sometimes—she'd forgotten them the day Xavier and she went to see a cartoon festival where there was a short in which Felipe voiced a lawn mower that fell in love with a Rake. He remembered the story of how close to the screen they had to sit and how Xavier gushed over how her "squinty eyes and wrinkled nose looked like a cute bunny watching a movie."
The elevator opened and Felipe attempted to find a white girl with light-ish hair (assuming she hadn't dyed it), around thirty who was either wearing glasses or not with a nose of some sort that looked either hyper or sleepy.
"Piece of cake" he mumbled, as he walked towards a table of T-shirts being knocked over and refolded by one of the three workers who fit the description.
"Hi. Excuse me," Felipe started. The glasses-less blond looked up.
"Are you?" she said, almost scowling. "You're Felipe O’Shane. Son of a bitch."
She threw a shirt down.
“That’s not the first time I’ve been greeted that way,” Felipe shined his ample teeth, “but I’m pretty sure we’ve never met.”
"Listen Dreamboat,” She calmed down a bit. “I'm sure you're really nice but I hate you as collateral damage."
People had very strong feelings about Ellis, and it sometimes led people to attack him. Plus, his characters had done some rather horrible things, so it wasn't unheard of that fans lashed out at him for their doings. After a second look at her less angry face, the T-shirt girl looked familiar. Perhaps she was in the picture.
"Are you Erika?"
"That's a no," she tossed her hair. "Why are you asking about Erika? She’s not working today."
"We have a common friend," Felipe smiled and looked at her name tag. "Rachel, that's a nice name."
With that, Rachel started twisting another shirt, as if her name being spoken by his voice had released a venom she needed to wring out of her hands.
"Your friend is an asshole." She snapped her head up so they were eye to eye, her teeth gritted in a smile. "Now please, if you could be so kind as to get the hell out of here before I get my ass fired."
Felipe backed away and jogged down the escalator. It appeared Erika's coworkers weren't nearly as nice as Xavier claimed she was. When he reached the bottom, he saw the tear stained face of the crying girl from earlier talking to one of the men downstairs.
"Well it's inconvenient, Erika, but you need to heal. Thanks for stopping by with a progress report," Felipe heard the man say as he put his arm around the girl. She started to walk toward the door.
"Holy shit," Felipe whispered. "That’s her." Having realized he needed to get her attention, he started calling her name and waving his arms over his head.
He was a semi-well-known actor with his face on buses drawing attention to himself, but he panicked, and it worked. Erika stopped and turned around. When she saw him, he could see her eyes get visibly larger.
"Don't worry, I was going to wait for you right outside, Dave." She hollered back before existing.
When Felipe got outside, she was true to her word, standing just left of the door.
“Hi,” he extended his hand. “I’m Fel-”
"Two months ago my life was sane," she said, tears coming to her eyes again. "I was normal and boring. Strange men weren't coming to my job!”
"I'm so sorry," Felipe handed her a tissue as she pressed on.
“I wasn't eating large meals at four am. I'd watch TV, work, maybe read, but you know what? I liked it. I didn't care that I was coasting through life. I don’t want chaos and I hate, I fucking hate drama. The only reasons I went to acting school at all is because most actors fail, so nobody would be surprised or disappointed in me. And because it’s all fake, even if you succeed nothing is real and nobody knows you, they just think they do but it’s not really you.”
Her eyes were saucers and her face had become a deep scarlett as she reached a hysterical pitch. “But now this isn’t fake, it’s real. This is my life and it’s too much. I want boring.”
“Breathe,” he steadied her shaking frame. “Please?”
Erika nodded between sobs.
“My name is Felipe, Who's Dave?"
Erika started to laugh. "Funny."
Felipe joined in. "But really, who's Dave? I saw you crying with your boyfriend before. Is that Dave?"
This time Erika laughed so hard she started to cough. "It was a code name. I couldn't exactly say Felipe O’Shane, famous actor, currently in theaters everywhere playing the guy who created cell phones."
"Right, I'm an idiot," he said, rubbing his stubble. "But hey you stopped crying." He smiled a toothy grin.
"True," she sighed. "And Blake is not my boyfriend."
"Oh, well I just assume when a girl is crying with a guy, he's the reason."
"Blake's not the reason I was crying, but that's a story for another day."
"Or today, we could get coffee. Xavier tells me you like coffee."
Erika took in a deep breath. That was possibly the worst thing she could hear today.
"Rain check, I'm not feeling up to it today." She put her hand on his arm. "It was nice to meet you and maybe we can talk again some other time."
She turned to walk away before looking back over her shoulder.
"Oh when you talk to Xavier tell him I send my sincere congratulations on the baby."
According to Xavier, he and Erika had only kissed—barely. Felipe stared at her leaving, dumbstruck until he Goggled Xavier's name. Three outlets were reporting a pregnancy rumor.
"Fuck my life," he hit the phone against his head. "I'm gonna kill Ellis."
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Down the Rabbit Hole
Tagging: Finn, Rachel & Friends Location: House Party Notes: Finn and Rachel celebrate Halloween with their friends.
Finn couldn't believe that it was already Halloween. They were already two months into the school year and Finn knew that this was his best year yet. Not only was he having the time of his life partying, he was friends with Rachel and she certainly made his time even more enjoyable. They were simply friends with benefits and he honestly loved that he had someone he could be friendly with and fool around with all at the time time. Plus, it helped that he didn't have to deal with the complicated feelings that came along with anything deeper than what they were. When he got home from work, he quickly changed into his boxers and a fancy robe, more than excited for his costume as Hugh Hefner. Once Jamie was ready to go as well, they headed off to the sorority house to meet the girls. It amazed him that Jamie and Chloe had been dating from that very first party but he was happy for them. His friend was a relationship kind of guy so he figured it made sense anyway. When they arrived at the house, one of the girls let them inside and Finn headed over to the couch with Jamie to wait for Rachel and Chloe. "I wonder what Rachel's going as. I'm sure it'll be something half naked so I'm excited for that," he told his friend who rolled his eyes. "Just date her already," Jamie said with a laugh, causing Finn to punch him in the arm. "It's not like that with me and Rach, man. You know that. It's casual. We're not you and Chloe who are practically in love and wearing a couples costume. That's not what we're about," he said, him tapping his foot as he fidgeted with the tiny bag of coke that he had in his pocket. "Will they hurry up? I'm ready to get fucked up," he said with a sigh. "Finn, chill. They know we're here, they're just girls, they take extra time to get ready. Stop acting like you're gonna die if you can't do a line right now." Finn just shrugged as he looked off to the side, knowing that he was ready to get this party started and hang out with his friends.
Rachel honestly didn't know how time had passed so quickly. Classes were going fine, but it felt like time was flying by yet also going so incredibly slowly. She just wanted the semester to be over so she could move forward and not have any work to do. Honestly, she was happy to have Finn because they just had a lot of fun and there was no real commitment. It was nice to not worry about feelings or about other people because they just decided not to care. It was low stress and it was nice to just be able to text Finn if she wanted to have some fun every once in a while. "Are you almost ready?" Rachel asked Chloe as she ran a hand through her hair to make herself look more presentable. "Yeah, yeah. I'm ready. I'm so excited. We're gonna have the cutest pictures from tonight. Everyone is gonna be so jealous of our costumes." Rachel chuckled and put her ears on before putting on her heels. "I'm sure they will be. I really am not creative and didn't feel like buying any costumes or making any, so Playboy bunny it is," Rachel laughed, grabbing her phone once Chloe was finished getting ready. "Are you guys gonna finally suck it up and date? Jamie and I want double dates and shit." Rachel sighed, shaking her head. "I don't think it'll ever be like that, Chloe. Finn doesn't want that and I don't think I do, either. It's just so much easier this way and I don't know if either of us really want to do commitment right now. We're fine with what we're doing, so I'm just trying to keep things that way." When Rachel got downstairs with Chloe and they spotted the boys, Rachel rolled her eyes playfully as Chloe rushed off towards Jamie to immediately be all over him and when Rachel fully saw Finn, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Are you really fucking Hugh Hefner? You need to change," She said, laughing as she looked at him. "Why did we fucking have to unintentionally match?" Honestly, Rachel had no idea what he had planned on being. It wasn't her intention at all to match, but it honestly was kind of funny. "On the plus side, though... you look hot so that's good for me," She teased, her eyes looking over him for a moment.
Finn looked up when Rachel walked down the stairs and when he saw that she was a playboy bunny, he couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my god, you have to be kidding me. How the hell did we match?" Finn moved to stand up, him rolling his eyes playfully when she told him that he needed to change. "You're the one that needs to change, I have nothing to change into. And I spent good money on this robe." He couldn't help but find it funny that they were accidentally matching and while he did think that couple costumes were lame, he figured theirs didn't count since that wasn't their intention. "You look hot too so, I guess we both kind of win," he said playfully. "I knew you were going to look good tonight. I'm kind of surprised though, this is actually more clothing than I thought you'd have on." A teasing smile pulled up at the corner of his mouth before he turned to look at Jamie and Chloe. "Guess you two are matching after all," Jamie said with a laugh. "Before we go I wanna hit a line," he said quickly. "I'll be right back, I know not everyone here would be cool with me doing this in the living room," he said with a laugh before he hurried off to the bathroom. "He's going to be a mess tonight, he's been acting like a crazy person wanting to do coke and get wasted," Jamie said with a sigh. It was only a few minutes later that Finn was back, a smile on his face as he hurried over to them. "Alright, let's get the fuck out of here," he said happily, him placing his arm on Rachel's lower back as they headed off to the frat party that was a block away. "Since you're one of my playboy bunnies, does this mean I'm basically guaranteed to fuck you tonight?" he asked her playfully as he slipped his hand down to her ass, knowing that he wanted to spend every single second having fun with her tonight.
Rachel looked at Finn with a small smirk and shook her head. "Finn, I'm not changing. And I can't just take off my ears otherwise I'm gonna look like a slut, so I mean, I guess we're stuck matching." Rachel didn't exactly care, in fact, she honestly found it hilarious. "You thought I'd be wearing less? Me in basically just a bodysuit is still too much clothing for you? Sorry, I don't exactly want to be naked in front of an entire party," She said with a laugh before fixing her ears slightly. When Finn excused himself to go into the bathroom, she chuckled softly at Jamie's words. "Yeah, well, that's Finn for you, I guess. I mean, I didn't expect much different, but at least he went off into a bathroom and didn't just snort coke in the middle of our living room here." When Finn returned, she nodded and started to walk with him. "Mm, well, I mean, if you're lucky." A smirk rose slightly on her face as she looked up at him before laughing softly. "I brought myself some edibles. You're already gonna be on a whole different high, so you're not gonna want any. Being a girl is kind of nice though because I can hide them in my bra," She laughed. Rachel reached down between her cleavage to pull out a small bag with two gummies in them to show Finn before putting them back into her shirt. "I got them from my one friend. I was gonna take them before but I forgot so I might end up just saving them." Looking up at him for a moment, she went to wrap her arm slightly around his hip to hold onto the robe that he was wearing. "Now I'm really ready to have fun, though. I have a cute ass outfit on and I have my little pimp Hugh Hefner by my side," She said with a small smirk.
Finn smiled at Rachel as she spoke. He knew they were going to hook up later that night, it was just what happened when they went out together and he was definitely looking forward to it. When she told him that she had brought herself some edibles, he couldn't help but laugh. "Rach, we're gonna be on such different levels tonight. You're gonna be all chilled out and I'm gonna be off the wall. I knew tonight was going to be fucking awesome so for me it's going to be alcohol and all the coke I could afford," he said with a laugh. When she wrapped her arm around him, he smiled as he looked down at her, rolling his eyes playfully as she spoke. "Little pimp Hugh Hefner? Don't try and call me little, my little playboy bunny," he said teasingly as he nudged her. It wasn't long before they got to the party and the four of them quickly headed towards the alcohol. "Shots! Let's fucking go," he said excitedly when he spotted a bottle of Tequila. Once they all had their shots ready to go, Finn quickly knocked his back. "Oh, this night is going to be fucking amazing," he breathed out. "You take your edible yet? Because I need my girl to me on my level with me," he said as he looked over at Rachel before he started making himself a drink that had much more tequila than mixer. "Do you want me to make you a drink? I promise I won't make it as strong as mine because if I do you'll be passed out and we won't get to have fun tonight." Finn smiled as he turned to look at Rachel, enjoying the high he was feeling and the alcohol that was buzzing through his body more with every sip of his drink that he took.
Rachel laughed slightly as Finn spoke. She was honestly so happy to be with him and she knew that whenever she was with him, she always had a good night. Once they finally got to the party and Finn immediately started talking about taking shots, she followed him and laughed as he poured her one. She took it back right after he took his, her wincing slightly. She didn't hate alcohol, but shots definitely were never fun. "No, I didn't take it yet," She said, her reaching to grab the bag in her shirt before opening it and quickly putting the two gummies into her mouth to eat them quickly. Hearing Finn say 'my girl' was something that never failed to make her insides twist in the best way possible. It made her want him even more. The idea of being his girl was nice -- just him being hers and her being his. However, she knew that things were way easier this way and basically gave her the same benefits. "Now I did," She said, her getting rid of the bag quickly and looking back to Finn. "Yeah, make me a drink. You can make it strong, but not like yours. I'm not kidding when I say tequila makes my clothes come off. I literally will start stripping in the middle of this party," She teased as she moved a bit closer to him. Rachel enjoyed being close to Finn, even if they were just laying around on the couch or in one of their beds. She loved his energy and how everything was always just so intense. "I don't want to pass out tonight but I'm definitely gonna be close. The guy who gave me the edibles said they were sativa, so at least it'll be more of a head high and not a body high. Otherwise I'd definitely be passing out."
Finn raised his eyebrows when Rachel popped both gummies into her mouth. He knew she was going to be high as fuck and he couldn't help but feel excited about the night ahead. Partying with her was so incredibly fun because they were both different yet so similar at the same time. She liked the more laid back high that she got from weed while he enjoyed the buzzing high he had from coke and somehow the merge of both highs made them always have an amazing time together. "I'll make your drink and the only stripping you'll be doing is in my room for me later tonight," he said with a laugh. He started making her drink and he smiled as she moved closer to him. He loved being close to her like this and while they were just friends, he was still happy to have someone that was a little more than that. Despite the fact that they had only known each other for a short period of time, she already meant a lot to him and he knew that despite the fact that he was teasing most of the time, he'd still do anything for her. "Have I ever let you pass out, Rach? That's not gonna happen. If you pass out or get way too sloppy, how are we gonna live out the Hefner playboy fantasy later?" Finn offered her a playful smile as he made her drink and once it was finished, he handed it to her. "There you go. I promise it's not too strong. I mean, it's strong but not Finn Hudson strong," he said with a laugh before he sipped on more of his drink. "I need another bump," he told her. "Gotta keep this high going all night long." A laugh escaped his lips as he set his drink down on the counter for a moment before he reached into his pocket to grab the tiny bag of coke, quickly pouring a bit out on the side of his thumb and snorting it quickly. Once he had the coke tucked back into the pocket of his robe, he looked back to Rachel. "Am I good? Anything on my nose?" he asked her before he grabbed his drink and took another long sip.
Rachel smiled up at Finn when he spoke about her stripping for him. "Mm, definitely. If I start stripping here, that's gonna be a good yet bad time for all of us," She laughed gently. It was nice to be so carefree with Finn, especially when sometimes she wasn't sure how they were even friends. They had some super quick connection so fast and she felt like they had acted this close since the moment they met. "No, you haven't let me pass out, but with drinks like this, you never know." Rachel went to take a sip of her drink and she grimaced slightly, before taking another sip. "Fuck. You're so heavy handed with your alcohol." It wasn't like she cared -- if Finn didn't make a super strong drink for her, then she'd just be refilling her cup all night. Rachel was broken out of her train of thought as she saw Finn reach into his pocket to grab more of his coke. Taking another sip of her drink casually as to not draw that much attention to themselves (not that anyone would care), she waited a moment to look up at him when she heard his question. She reached up and rubbed her thumb along his skin slightly to get rid of any residue before she looked up at him. "You're good," She promised him, a small smile on her lips. "Now let's get out of the way of everyone trying to get drinks and have some fun," She told him, her pulling him slightly by his hand into another room to get a little more space, angling herself close to him. "I love Halloween shit," She said, her hand moving to tug playfully at the string of his robe and taking a long sip of her drink with her free hand. "I really am glad we matched, though. Even if we didn't plan it. Because if we were two totally different costumes, we would have looked really fucking weird. I almost was a VS model and then people would have saw me with you and been very confused because you're... well, Hugh Hefner. So we did a good job. Us and our little telepathic connection," She laughed, her eyes moving to his for a moment.
Finn laughed when Rachel told him that he was heavy handed with his alcohol. He knew he was pretty much heavy handed with everything at this point but that was just because he had a better tolerance than everyone else. When he asked her if he had anything on his nose after doing a quick bump of coke, he smiled as she reached up to wipe anything away for him. "Thanks Rach," he said before he let her lead him into another room so they had a bit more space. The party was pretty packed out already and he had a feeling it would be busted fairly quickly. Especially since he knew even people who didn't usually go out would be out for Halloween. "You do, huh? I think you just like getting to dress like this in public," he said playfully as she spoke, a smirk rising at the corner of his mouth as she tugged at his robe. There was always going to be an insanely strong sexual tension between them, that much he knew for sure. When she told him that she was glad they matched, he nodded in agreement. "I mean, we did do a good job. And we do have a telepathic connection, we've figured that out when we tripped together," he said with a smile on his face. "I mean, another beneft of us wearing matching costumes is that everyone is gonna think you're with me tonight so I basically have you all to myself." Finn smirked as he stepped closer to Rachel, his eyes dragging down to admire her body before he looked back up to meet her gaze. "You know you wore this because you didn't want me to take my eyes off you, didn't you?" he asked her playfully before he took another sip of his drink. "You don't have to worry, you know. When we go out together, I never leave with anyone other than you." Finn smiled at Rachel before Jamie and Chloe approaching them broke his focus on her. "I feel like this place is getting way too packed," Jamie said as him and Chloe stood closer to them to let people through on their way to the kitchen. "That's because all the fucking freshman are showing up tonight. No way this place isn't getting busted. You guys have your fakes on you in case it does? Because I'm going to a fucking bar if they shut this shit down."
Rachel loved how easy things were with Finn. She always felt wanted, felt safe, and well, she knew that she was always going to have a good time. Everything between them just felt heightened all of the time and she loved it. As Finn mentioned her wearing the outfit on purpose, she shrugged. “Mhm. That and because like you said, I do enjoy looking like this in public. But mostly for you.” Her and Finn did obviously just have a friends with benefits relationship but she was happy that if they went somewhere with each other, they always went home together. She looked up into his eyes as he spoke and she smiled gently. “I know.” She knew that she didn’t have to worry, but she still did. She always wanted Finn and the selfish part of her didn’t want anyone else to have him. Taking a few long sips of her drink, she sighed before bringing her attention to Chloe and Jamie as they approached. “Yeah, it’s fucking crazy here.” After taking another sip of her drink, she laughed gently, shaking her head as she instantly started to feel giggly. “Mm, I’m feeling it now,” She said, leaning against Finn and smiling softly, hiding her face in his arms. “Wow. I don’t remember how strong the shit was but I’m definitely feeling it.” She loved how heavy yet light she felt and she definitely loved being close to Finn. “Fuck.” She said, her standing up and rubbing her face slightly with one hand. ”Are you high?” Chloe asked, laughing softly. “Oh. Yeah. I’m about to be really high,” She said with a smile. “Oh, wait. Weren’t we talking about going to a bar? I would so love that. But I promised Finn I wouldn’t get too sloppy because he wants to fuck later so I can’t drink too much. But Finn already made me this and I’m drunk. I hope I have my fake. I think it’s in the holder on my phone,” She said, laughing softly as she went to take another sip of her drink. “I’m also hiding that in my bra. Just like I hid my edibles. Having boobs is fucking awesome. You can store so much shit in there, you know? Guys don’t have that. They just have huge fucking pockets in their jeans and shit.”
Finn looked down at Rachel when she leaned against him and he couldn't help but laugh. "Took a little time but I guess the edibles finally kicked in," he said as he slipped his hand down to rest on her lower back while he finished off the rest of his drink. She was definitely the cutest high person he had ever met, that much he knew for sure. Whenever he smoked weed, he always just became paranoid for the most part and that was definitely why he preferred the high coke could give him. The only downfall aside from its expense was that it only lasted a short amount of time and if he wasn't drinking, the comedown was a total bitch. "About to be really high? Rach, you're here," he said with a laugh as he looked down at her. "And you better not get too sloppy." As she babbled a bit, he couldn't help but smirk as he exchanged a look with their friends. "Alright, I clearly need to do some more shots so I'm on the same level. I'll be right back, Rach," he said quickly before he made his way back towards the kitchen, Jamie following behind him to replenish his drink as well. "Yo Hudson, you got blow?" one of the guys in the frat asked him as he poured himself a drink. "Yeah but I'm not fucking sharing if that's what your asking. This shit is expensive." When the guy laughed and shook his head, Finn looked at him in confusion "Wasn't asking to share. Just wanted to let you know that when the supply is low, I've got better shit you can take for a way better high." Finn raised his eyebrows at the sound of that, knowing that he was pretty much always down for a new high. "What do you have?" he asked him, more than aware of Jamie paying close attention to the conversation. "Dope. Way cheaper than what you're paying and I promise man, the high is fucking worth it."Before Finn could say anything, Jamie practically shoved him out of the kitchen, causing his drink to spill slightly. "Yo Jamie, what the fuck?" he said to his friend. "We're not even entertaining that shit man," Jamie told him, causing Finn to roll his eyes. "I wasn't gonna fucking buy anything," he said in annoyance, Jamie looking at him doubtfully as they made their way back to the girls. Finn chugged half his drink before he slipped his arm around Rachel and pressed a sloppy kiss to her shoulder. "You are so fucking hot," he told her as he started trailing kisses up towards her neck, him pulling away after a moment to take another sip of his drink.
Rachel knew that she’d be feeling good for at least the next few hours with how intense her high was getting and how drunk she was quickly becoming. The high was nice and it was so much more mellow than every other high she experienced with Finn. She enjoyed everything else, she did. But she much preferred to relax and chill out with the weed and she wished that Finn loved the same thing, because she definitely would love just chilling out with him and laying around in bed. When Finn went to leave to get more to drink, she looked to Chloe and smiled. ”You guys are crazy,” Chloe said, chuckling softly. “We’re just having a good time. I love shit like this with him. And I love going home with him even more.” Rachel said, her relaxing for a moment before she saw Finn walking back to them. Before he got to them, she finished off the rest of her drink and set it down on a table near her. “Hi,” She said happily, her moving to wrap her arms around his waist, looking up at him. “Mm, don’t stop.” She whispered softly as his lips pressed against her skin, her shutting her eyes while she gripped onto his robe that he was wearing. After a moment, she pulled away to look at him. “You just keep looking better and better,” She mumbled, a laugh escaping her lips. “Next time I get high like this I just wanna fuck all day. Literally we’re not leaving my room.” Finn honestly just was a constant turn on for her and how he held her and touched her and spoke to her just made her want him even more. Leaning her head against him, she sighed contently, her arms still wrapped around him. “You’re so warm. Wow,” She said with a smile against him, her shutting her eyes contently. “I say that when this party is over we remake the Playboy bunny franchise. Because it sucks now. And we’ll be way hotter than everyone else. And Jamie and Chloe can be our... our groupies or whatever.”
Finn smirked as Rachel told him not to stop kissing her. "I never wanna stop, baby," he whispered in her ear as he held her close to him. Turning her on always drove him crazy in the best way possible and he knew that later that night was going to be so good. God, a part of him just wanted to leave the party early and take her back to his place so they could fuck all night long. "That's because I am looking better and better," he said teasingly as he looked down at her. "And that sounds like a plan to me. You get high, I'll pop some molly and it'll be the best fucking of our lives." As she continued talking, he couldn't help but laugh as he looked down at her. "Damn, someone's horny. Are you trying to get me to take you home when we just got here?" he asked her playfully. Finn dipped his head down to press his lips to hers, kissing her deeply for a moment before he pulled away, him sucking teasingly on her bottom lip as he did so. "I know every little thing to get you going, don't I?" he whispered as he looked into her eyes. Before he could say anything else, someone towards the front of the house shouted 'cops' and Finn exchanged a panicked look with Jamie before he grabbed Rachel's hand and started running towards the back of the house. "We gotta get the fuck out of here," he said, knowing that he really didn't need to be caught drunk or with coke in his pocket. And there was no way in hell he was tossing it either. Once they were in the backyard, he grabbed Rachel and helped her over the fence while Jamie did the same for Chloe before he climbed over as well. His boxers ripped from getting caught on the fence and when he hit the ground on the other side, he couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Oh fuck, I just ripped my fucking boxers," he said through his laughter. "The robe's all I really have now." Finn moved to stand up, stumbling slightly as he moved over to Rachel and their friends. "Let's hit up a bar and get the fuck out of here before they start looking for people who ran." 
Rachel didn't really understand how Finn knew so much about her, but she also knew that she knew a lot about him. He knew what to do to get her going and honestly, a lot of the time, she wished that they could just leave wherever they were and escape to some other place just to be together in private -- something that was a lot more beneficial for the both of them. "I'm always horny, Finn." She said, her giggling softly. "I'm always trying to get you to take me home. But I'll stay and enjoy the party. There's nothing wrong with us sneaking off to some random room for a little. I mean, what's a college party without a little head in the bathroom?" Rachel teased, her smirking as she looked up at him. Before she could speak again, she heard someone yell cops and before she could really react, Finn was dragging her out and helping her over the fence. Rachel couldn't help but laugh as Finn talked about his boxers being ripped, her leaning over slightly as she laughed. "Fuck, that sucks." She laughed, her moving close to Finn as he continued to walk with them. "Mm, yeah. We can go hit up a bar. I think there's one a couple of blocks away, but let's walk the other way so cops don't see us walking straight there, maybe." Rachel said, her just moving to follow Chloe and Jamie as they walked. They were at least a little more coherent than her and Finn, as usual. "I hope they let us in. Sometimes they're dicks about it." Rachel sighed, her looking down at her feet as she walked. When they got closer to the bar, Rachel reached in her top to get her phone out, finding her ID with her hands, every movement feeling incredibly hazy. "Fuck. Okay. Got it," She said, pulling it out and putting her phone away again and continuing to walk carefully. "This is going to be fucking awesome. It better have good music otherwise we're bouncing and going somewhere fun because now I want to dance and have a good time because that party literally was just a pregame. It was boring as hell. "
Finn nodded as Rachel spoke, knowing that he definitely didn't need to get caught by any cops, especially when he had coke on him. No way in hell was he getting arrested. "It's Halloween, they better not be dicks about it. Plus, half of these bouncers know us by now," he told her as they followed after Chloe and Jamie. He looked over at Rachel as she searched through her bra for her phone and he couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her. She was definitely high on another level and her being drunk just made it even better. "I wanna dance and have fun too, I just wanna celebrate Halloween properly," he said as they walked together. "And what was that you said before again? Head in the bathroom? I think that applies to bars too," he said playfully as he looked down at her. When they reached a bar, they all thankfully were allowed inside and when he saw the room full of people dancing and drinking, he felt in his element. "Order me a gin and tonic? I'm gonna run to the bathroom," he told Rachel, slipping her a twenty as he tapped his nose and winked at her. It didn't take him long to do another couple of lines in the bathroom and when he was finished, he excitedly made his way back towards his friends by the bar. "Are you gonna dance with me, Rach?" he asked as he moved behind her, his arms slipping around her waist and tugging her back against him. There were no words that could describe how attracted he was to Rachel and while the intensity they shared scared him sometimes, he also found it addicting. "You better be careful with me though, baby. I don't really have anything but my robe keeping me whole situation together," he said teasingly.
Rachel couldn't wait to just have a good time with Finn and be able to do anything with him. Things were always great between them and she knew that them going out and drinking was just going to be a really amazing time. "Well, I mean, we can do a lot in the bathroom but we can do whatever," She laughed softly as she looked at him. When he asked her to get him a drink, she nodded before watching him walk away. When she got to the bar, she leaned over it slightly, smirking as the young bartender approached her. "Hm, what can I get you?" Rachel shrugged, brushing some hair behind her shoulder. "A gin and tonic. And then... something with vodka. But surprise me," She told the man, him nodding before walking away. He was pretty good looking and well, if she wasn't here with Finn, not that they were together, she'd definitely be going after the bartender. Plus, well, it basically meant free drinks all night. When he handed her the drinks, she thanked him and went to hand her card to him. He quickly shook his head and still, she slipped him a small tip before thanking him again and walking away from the bar slightly and starting to sip at her drink. The moment she felt Finn next to her, she felt herself relax slightly before she turned around slightly to look at him. "Oh, you're saying you can't control yourself around me? It's not my fault if you get hard from me grinding against you. That's your own fault for letting your mind wander. But you're allowed to let it wander there because you'll definitely be having that reality later," She teased as she handed him his drink. "Let's go dance. We can leave the two lovebirds alone to do their own thing," She said, her moving to grab Finn's hand before starting to pull him towards where people were dancing. She pulled him to the outskirts of the people and went to sip on her drink while she went to press against him. "You better keep yourself contained for the night, because I don't plan on sharing tonight," She told him as she looked back at him, a small smirk on her lips. She turned around again and sipped at her drink, still moving against him. Rachel went to run a hand through her hair, her moving it to one side of her neck to get it off of her neck. "I may be wearing practically nothing but the second I get dancing in a crowd at a bar, I fucking feel like I'm dying of sweat."
Finn looked at Rachel with desire in his gaze as he spoke to her, knowing that he truly was addicted to the feeling of being near her. "I mean, you know I can't control myself around you. And I'm definitely letting my mind wonder because I know that whatever I can think up is happening tonight," he said with a laugh as he took his drink from her before he took a long sip. When she tugged him off to where people were dancing, he kept his gaze on her sexy little body, a smile on his face when she pressed herself against him. Yeah, there was no way in hell he'd be able to control himself with her like this. "I know you're not sharing tonight. Neither am I. But that doesn't mean I have to keep myself contained because you'll take care of me," he said playfully, his hand not holding his drink wrapping around her waist as he tugged her impossibly closer to him as they moved to the music. He took another long swig of his drink and when Rachel spoke, moving her hair to one side of her neck, he couldn't get his focus off her smooth skin. "I don't think it's the bar, I just think I make you hot," he told her, a smirk on his face before he dipped his head down to press teasing kisses along the curve of her neck. "We both know I'm really good at making you hot and even better at making you wet. Right, Rach?" He couldn't help but smile against her skin as he continued pressing teasing kisses while they danced, knowing that he'd never get over how fun the teasing was between them. They were so good at getting each other worked up and the intensity between them was insane in the best way. "I really wanna fuck you right now," he whispered huskily in her ear, more than aware of the fact that she could feel him getting turned on. "I can only be this close to you for so long before you start making me hard." Finn smirked before he knocked back the rest of his drink and set down his glass on a table nearby, him wrapping both of his arms around her, one hand low on her abdomen as he held her close while they danced.
Rachel wanted to enjoy this night with Finn, which she knew wouldn't be a problem. They always had a good time together and tonight was going to be no different. "Mm, you know I'm always gonna take care of you," She promised him, smirking gently as she moved against him. He was definitely right, though. Finn definitely did just make her hot all of the time. Finn did everything to make her go absolutely crazy and he didn't even have to try. As he pressed kisses along her neck, she sighed gently before biting down on her bottom lip. "Mhm, you're definitely good at that." Honestly, Finn could look at her and she'd get turned on because it was all just in his eyes. Everything he did got her turned on. "We can't fuck right now," She teased, her smiling as he wrapped both of his arms around her, pulling her close to him. She loved being with him like this, especially because it was fun and yes, while they were both high, it was easy to just get high off of life around him as cliche as it sounded. "If we wait for later, you know it's gonna be really, really amazing." She told him, her slowing her hips for a moment to move her hips slowly against him. "We'll both want each other so bad, you know?" She told him, smirking slightly. "I mean, if you don't want to wait, I think we can arrange to have some fun pretty quickly. We're pretty creative people, I think we could manage. And everyone is fucking trashed here. Plus, well, I don't know how well you're gonna be able to hide your little situation unless I'm standing in front of you for the whole night," She giggled, her turning her head slightly to kiss him, her lips meeting his as she immediately went to deepen the kiss. "This is part of the reason that I like going to house parties. Moving off somewhere to fuck is way easier when you have somewhat of a private bathroom to lock yourself in. The bar bathrooms are a little more difficult."
Finn groaned when Rachel told him that they couldn't fuck right then and there. While he knew she was right, it didn't mean he didn't still want her desperately. "It will be amazing no matter what because it's us, Rach," he told her, his eyes darkening and him biting down on his bottom lip as she moved slowly against him. Fuck, he wanted her so badly."I already want you so bad," he whispered as he gripped her hips tightly for a moment. As she spoke, he couldn't help but smirk. Rachel truly was the hottest girl he had ever been with before and he loved that she was just as adventurous as he was. She was just as crazy as he was and he knew that he truly had met his match with her. "I don't wanna wait," he told her. " I think you know I'm all about the instant gratification. I want you now and being creative is way more fun." Finn kiss Rachel back eagerly and when she pulled away from him, he licked his lips as he looked into her eyes. "Bar bathrooms are difficult but not impossible. Come on, I'm done standing around." Finn smiled as he tugged Rachel off towards the bathrooms, him quickly tugging her into the mens bathroom. He let her towards the furthest stall away from the door before he closed the door behind them and pressed her up against it, him immediately pressing his lips to hers. "No way in hell I'm patient enough to wait for later," he whispered as he grabbed her hand and guided it towards the bulge in his boxers. "Show me what you've got, baby," he told her as he pulled away to look into her eyes with a smirk on his face.
Rachel couldn't wait to go home with Finn, but she was extremely excited to just have some fun with him here. "Of course you don't want to wait," She laughed as they pulled away and she looked into his eyes. "I never said impossible. But hey," She said, her holding onto him as he started walking with her towards the bathrooms. She definitely wasn't this kind of girl, but she didn't exactly care when it came to Finn. She wanted to do more things because of him and he put her outside of her comfort zone all of the time which she loved. As he tugged her into a stall, she giggled and looked at him before his lips were against hers. She kissed him back and when he pulled away, her smirking gently as he moved her hand to his very ripped boxers. "Mm, you're never patient. You always want me, don't you? I may as well just stay by your side all day to help you when you're in need," She said teasingly, her hands moving up for a moment to the tie of his robe to undo it before she let her hands drag down to his boxers, tugging them down and moving her hand to him. She pumped her hand slowly for a moment as she went to kiss him before she went to kiss down to his jaw and then to his chest before she went to kneel down slightly to move her mouth to him. She felt incredibly weird doing this in a bathroom of a bar, but well, she didn't exactly care, either. Rachel craved any kind of connection with him.
Finn laughed when Rachel told him that he was never patient, knowing that when it came to her that was certainly the case. "Of course I always want you. Look at you Rach, you're so fucking hot. And if you wanna stay by my side all day and help me out when I need you, I'm not gonna say no." When she undid his robe and tugged his boxers down, he couldn't him but smile. God, this was already his best Halloween yet. His eyes closed for a moment in pleasure when she wrapped her hand around his length and when she pressed her lips to his, he smiled into the kiss. He bit down on his lip when she pulled away, his eyes trained on her as she pressed kisses down to his body before she moved to his knees. "Fuck," he breathed out the second her mouth was on him, sending pleasure immediately through his body. "You are so fucking sexy," he whispered huskily as he moved his hand down to tangled in her hair as he kept his gaze on her. "You like my dick in your mouth, don't you?" he said with a smirk on his face as he looked down at her. There was nothing hotter than the sight of a girl going down on him and he knew that the image of Rachel Berry giving him head in the bathroom of some shitty bar would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life.
Rachel looked up at him as his hand tangled in her hair. Every little touch turned her on and just feeling him tug slightly on her hair was enough to turn her on, honestly. As he spoke, she moaned softly around him and continued to move her mouth against him. She loved getting to be able to be with him like this and she definitely loved when Finn would be able to return the favor later. Pulling away for a moment, she moved her hand against him, looking up at him as she licked her lips. "What's gonna happen when we start dancing again and you get hard all over again, hm?" She whispered, looking up at him. "I don't know if you're gonna catch me on my knees in the bathroom again," She grinned before moving her mouth back to him, her taking him further into her mouth before her eyes went back up to meet his. She hummed against him slightly as she moved. If she wasn't able to get to fuck Finn in the bathroom, well, this was honestly the next best thing. Rachel pulled away from him for a moment and she went to move her hand against him, licking her lips again. "Mm, are you gonna cum, babe?" She asked him, her breathing heavy as she looked up at him. "You're so fucking hot," She said, her smirking up at him before moving her mouth back to him. It was kind of exhilarating to be in this situation with him, especially since she was still experiencing her high and the haziness of being so drunk.
Finn didn't know how Rachel was so good with her mouth but he wasn't about to question it. Somehow this girl knew every little thing to get him going and they had only been hooking up for a couple months. When she pulled away for a moment, he looked down at her with lust in his gaze and he couldn't help but laugh softly as she spoke. "What's gonna happen is we're going back to my apartment and I'm fucking you all night long," he told her. A groan escaped his lips the second she took him into her mouth again and he knew with every little thing she was doing to tease him that he wasn't going to last much longer. Plus, being high and drunk definitely helped elevate what he was feeling onto another level. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he whispered as he looked down at her, him biting down on his bottom lip as she told him he was hot. Yeah, there was no way in hell he was going to last much longer. His grip in her hair tightened as she continued her movements and when he felt the pleasure he was experiencing reach a breaking point, a soft groan escaped his lips before he went over the edge. "Oh fuck," he breathed out as he started to come down from his high, leaning his head back against the door to the stall. "Fuck, I needed that," he whispered as he looked down at her with a playful smile on his face.
Rachel felt like every single experience of the night was just heightened by the high that she was experiencing. Honestly, she never could have pictured herself in this situation with anyone else other than Finn -- she was positive that if it was anyone else, she'd most likely be leaving for the night to just fuck instead of sneaking off to a bathroom. But Finn was about the experience -- he always was. He stayed at the party until it got lame, he went hard at the bars and even in his own personal life, he didn't do things half assed. As Finn tightened his hand in her hair, she could tell that he was getting close and she just continued her movements to help push him over the edge. After he came, she worked him through his high, helping him down slowly before she pulled off of him and pressed a kiss to his lower abdomen before moving to stand up, her tugging his boxers up slightly with her movement with a small smirk on her lips. She wrapped her arms around his waist to pull herself close to him, her leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw. "Mm, I could tell that you needed that," She teased softly, smirking against his skin before pulling away. "And I'm not gonna forget what you said, you know. About fucking all night long," She said softly into his ear. "Because I'm definitely gonna hold you to that. No passing out and getting tired. Because I'm gonna want you so bad later," She murmured before pulling away, pressing another sloppy kiss to his jaw before looking back up at him. She definitely was still looking forward to the night and to hanging out with their friends, even if their friends probably were just as drunk as they were and were most likely trying to do the same thing as them -- just be all over each other for the rest of the night.
Finn smiled at Rachel as she pressed a kiss to his lower abdomen before she stood up, tugging his boxers up as well. "Fuck," he said with a laugh as she wrapped her arms around him, him slipping his arms around her waist as well. The intensity between them really was amazing and he knew he was so happy to be able to have this kind of connection with someone he was such good friends with because they got to have each other whenever they wanted. Rachel was amazing and he knew that if they could just fool around like this forever that he'd be totally up for it. "I always need that," he said playfully. When she whispered in his ear before pressing a kiss to his jaw, he looked at her with desire in his gaze. "First of all, you better not forget what I said and second of all, the minute we get back to my place, I plan on returning the favor. You're getting rewarded for that." A laugh escaped his lips as he looked down at her before he pressed a kiss to her lips, him lingering for a moment before he pulled away. "This is why you're my favorite person, Rachel Berry," he told her, his words slurring slightly for a moment before he pulled away from her. Finn adjusted his torn boxers as best as he could before he tied his robe, him unlocking the door and opening it for Rachel. When he noticed a few guys in the bathroom look over at them, Finn offered them a thumbs up before he led Rachel back over to where they had been dancing together before. "I can't get enough of you, you know that?" he told her as he slipped his arms around her waist and tugged her close to him. "If you weren't wearing one of those annoying bodysuits I would have given you a little something in there too, you know," he said before he dipped his head down to pres his lips to hers once more, him backing her up towards the wall as he deepened the kiss.
Rachel laughed as Finn started to lead her out of the bathroom, seeing practically every single person in the bathroom look at the two of them. She wasn't surprised, but she also was sure that they weren't the only people in existence to hide away in some bathroom stall. After all, she was sure that people were way more desperate for each other than they both were all of the time. But then again, her and Finn were pretty much all over each other all of the time. "I get get enough of you either sometimes," She told him, her smiling softly as she looked up at him. "Finn, they're not that complicated, you just don't want to work for it," She teased as she looked up at him before his lips were on hers, her wrapping her arms around his neck slightly as he began to back her up towards the wall. Once she hit the wall, she continued to kiss him back for a moment before pulling away, breathing heavily. "Finn," She breathed, a soft smile on her lips. "Literally all we've done all night is be all over each other." She didn't mind, not at all. That was something she never could complain about. "I don't care, but... you honestly just crack me up. I'm the same way as you though, so I don't know why I'm surprised half of the time that we're doing what we are." Rachel dragged her hand slowly from around his neck and to his chest, holding onto his robe slightly. "You look really hot in this costume," She told him, looking up into his eyes for a moment before bringing her eyes back to the fabric of his robe. Rachel went to look past him for a moment, the colors and lights completely hazy from how drunk she was and from the effects of the edibles still in her system. "Fuck," She breathed out, her letting her head fall back against the wall for a moment, her still keeping close to Finn for a moment. "Thanks for matching with me even if you didn't plan it. I love having some telepathic connection with you," She said drunkenly, a smile on her lips.
Finn looked down at Rachel when she pulled out of the kiss and said his name, him laughing when she said that all they had done all night was be all over each other. "Nothing wrong with that," he told her, him smiling at her as she spoke. They were both always on the same level and that was why he knew they loved going out together so much. When they were together, they always had someone to go home with and he always had someone who could keep up with him. "You look really hot in your costume," he told her as he looked into her eyes, a smirk on his face as she gripped onto the fabric of his robe. When she looked over his shoulder for a moment, he couldn't help but laugh as she cursed before letting her head fall back against the wall. "I'll match you any day. And I love having a telepathic connection with you too. And a sexual connection." He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at her before he moved closer to her and kissed her once more. After a few moments he pulled away and looked into her eyes, knowing that he really just wanted to spend the rest of the night with her. "Let's get the fuck out of here," he whispered. Finn obviously was having fun out at the bar but he knew more than anything he just wanted to hook up with Rachel and end the night the way every night with the two of them went. Them in his bed together.
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leigh-kelly · 6 years
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55 for the au?
A continuation of this.
Wanting to make sure Brittany’s birthday is extra-special, Santana makes the incredibly dumb decision to buy sexy lingerie. She knows damn well that she’s not the sexy lingerie kind of girl, and she’s way more comfortable in her character briefs, but she gets this idea in her head, and even when she turns twelve shades of red in the store trying to buy something sexy, she still goes through with it. 
As she promised, Santana takes Brittany to the ballet. She couldn’t afford to get really great seats, but Brittany is still so excited that it makes Santana feel really glad that she decided to do this. When the lights are out, before the performance starts, Brittany kisses her quickly, and Santana’s heart flutters. There’s something really cool about spending her girlfriend’s birthday with her, and she wants to make sure everything she does makes it the absolute best it can be.
After the ballet, Santana takes Brittany for pizza near Lincoln Center. She wishes she could have taken her to some fancy dinner, but she thinks about how many some day she’ll be able to. Something about celebrating this day together makes her feel less uncertain about the future. She thinks about what it’ll be like if they really do end up together. She considers what it’ll be like when she’s done with her degrees, if they’re still together. It feels good, and on the subway on the way back to their dorm, it feels like she can’t stop smiling.
“What?” Brittany asks, tilting her head to the side.
“Nothing, tonight was just really nice.”
“It’s the best birthday I ever had, seriously.”
“Really?”
“Santana, you took me to the ballet. And more than that, I’m spending it with someone I love. This is about a zillion times better than any lame party I ever had, or going out and getting wasted on cheap tequila in a dive bar.”
“I’m glad. I didn’t want you to regret that you did this. I know everyone wanted to go out with you. You still can, if you want.”
“No way. You think I want to do anything but hang out with you after that?”
“I don’t know, maybe?”
“Seriously, I don’t. Plus, didn’t you say you had a surprise for me?”
“Maybe...” Santana blushes at the thought. “It’s not a big deal though.”
“It’s from you, so it’s the biggest.”
They get back to Santana’s room, and Brittany takes her shoes off and sprawls out on the bed. She turns on the TV, and Santana excused herself to the bathroom. She hid her new lingerie between the towels, and she takes it out. For a few minutes, she looks at the black lace, thinking maybe this was a stupidly ridiculous idea. There are a lot of hooks on this thing, and she doesn’t think she can actually get into it herself. It seems like probably the unsexiest thing in the world to ask Brittany to help her, so when she takes off her clothes, she’s determined to do it herself.
She’s in there about twenty minutes, and she realizes that she absolutely can’t get herself into it alone. One boob is out of the top, and worse, she realizes that she’s fastened it just enough that she can’t actually get out on her own. She sinks down on the toilet and buries her head in her hands. She’s such a fucking idiot, and she can’t even believe she ever thought this was intelligent. She knows she has no choice but to ask Brittany for help, and she’s mortified at the thought. 
“Britt?” Santana steps out of the bathroom, trying to use her hands to cover as much of her almost naked body as she can. This isn’t sexy, she doesn’t want Brittany to even look at her, but she needs help.
“Santana!” A voice that is decidedly not Brittany’s shrieks, and in that moment, she considers melting into the floor and dying. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.” 
“Oh my God!” She screams, shutting herself back in the bathroom and sinking down on the floor in a state of utter distress.
Tears stream down her face, and she’s utterly mortified at the fact that Rachel Berry just saw her almost naked. As if the idea didn’t feel foolish enough before, now here she is, her roommate seeing her like this, the hooks on her lingerie trapping her inside. This is why she never does anything impulsive, this is why she likes that she’s so vanilla about things. She’s just decidedly not good at trying to be sexy, and she’s so upset that she doesn’t even know what to do.
“Santana?” Brittany knocks on the door. “Can I come in?”
“I don’t know.” Santana sniffles in response. “Is Rachel gone?”
“She’s still here. C’mon, let me in.”
“Fine.” She stands up, still covering up her body as she stands behind the door to open it. Brittany creeps in, holding Santana’s pajamas against her body, and Santana just stands staring at her. “Rachel just saw me naked, and I’m stuck in this stupid thing.”
“You don’t look totally naked to me, and I also think you look really cute.”
“Cute wasn’t really what I was going for...but I can’t get the damn hooks done, and God, I feel like such an idiot.”
“Okay, do over.” Brittany puts the pajamas down on the toilet, and rubs Santana’s arms. “You look incredibly sexy.”
“You don’t have to just say it because you think I want to hear it. I just wanted to do something special for your birthday.”
“And you think birthday sex with you in your normal underwear wouldn’t have been great?”
“I don’t know...God, this wasn’t supposed to go this way.”
“Hey, can we not end the night with you upset? I love you for you, Santana. I don’t love you because you picked out special underwear for me. I love that you did, because it’s sweet and special and sexy, but...I love you regardless.”
“I just wanted to be like...I don’t know, a sex goddess.”
“Psht, as if you’re not already? You’re the sexiest person I’ve ever seen.” Brittany takes off Santana’s glasses and wipes away the wetness from her tears, before tenderly putting them back on her face. “I’d totally do you right here in this bathroom if the walls weren’t made of paper, and I didn’t think you’d die of embarrassment with Rachel on the other side.”
“Yeah, maybe don’t do that.” Santana manages a laugh. “Can you please help me out of this stupid thing?”
“What if...I helped you into it, then you put your Wonder Woman pajamas over it, and then when Rachel left, I got to help you out of it then?”
“It’s kinda ruined now. This is so not the sexy surprise I planned.”
“Isn’t it my birthday, and don’t we get to do whatever I want?”
“I guess...”
“Well that’s what I want. I’ll even act surprised when I take off your pajamas and get to see it.”
“You’re really something else, Brittany Pierce. You know, I just wanted to make this like—“
“I know.” Brittany nods, stepping into Santana’s face. “Now shut up and kiss me already.”
After they kiss, Santana keeps her hands crossed over her chest as Brittany steps behind her and redoes the series of hooks at her back. Once Santana is able to actually get her chest into the thing, Brittany laces her up, then steps out and gives her the privacy to put her pajamas over it. Santana feels so much more naturally herself in soft pajamas, but she can’t deny that she feels sort of sexy knowing what’s under them. 
When she steps back out of the bathroom, she flushed red hot seeing Rachel’s face, and she mutters the best apology she can muster. Rachel doesn’t look her in the face, and Santana thinks it’s probably for the best. She made some spectacle of herself tumbling out of the bathroom, and she’s sure that Rachel never really pictured her as someone who’d be wearing complicated lingerie. She has a Wonder Woman poster on their bedroom wall. Her desk is littered with POP figurines, and she spends whatever time she’s not doing school work or hanging out with Brittany reading or writing lesbian fan fiction. She doesn’t exactly come off as the sexy underwear type, likely because she’s just not, and the whole thing is just so mortifying for her.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Brittany asks, trying to break the tension. “I left Only You here the other day, and we never got to watch it.”
“Yeah...Yeah, we can watch it.” Santana nods, sitting on the edge of her bed. “If you want to.”
“It’s only my favorite movie ever, so of course I want to watch it. Rachel, wanna watch with us?” She does this on purpose sometimes, Santana knows, when she wants to gauge when she’s leaving, and Santana holds back a laugh.
“Oh, no, no. Brody and I have plans this evening. I just came back here to get some things to bring to his apartment. You two can carry on with...whatever it was you planned on doing.”
“Sweet.” Brittany grins, and opens up a space with her arm for Santana to fall into. 
They always stay above the covers when Rachel is in the room. Santana is adamant about that, and she thinks it’s one of the things she’ll like the most about living with Brittany next semester. They don’t have to ever not just be how they want to be because someone is around. Still though, even above the covers, Brittany has found the hem of Santana’s lace top beneath her shirt, and she rubs it between her two fingers. Something about that makes Santana feel really sexy again, and she tucks her head into the crook of Brittany’s neck, patiently waiting for Rachel to just leave already. 
“Alright, I’ll be exiting now. I won’t be back for the weekend, so...yes, there’s that.”
“Oh God.” Santana groans into Brittany’s neck, feeling so incredibly awkward about the whole thing. “Bye Rachel.”
“Goodbye! Happy Birthday, Brittany.”
“That’s the most mortifying thing that’s ever happened to me.” Santana sighs, once the door is shut and Rachel’s gone. “And I used to get slushied in high school regularly.”
“Slushied? What does that even mean?”
“You know, when someone throws a slushy in your face? They didn’t do that in your school?”
“Uh, no, because that sounds insane. People would just walk up to other people and throw sugary ice in their face?”
“Yeah, pretty much. I flew kind of under the radar, so it didn’t happen to me as much as it happened to other people. But I was also openly gay in a high school in small town Ohio, so...”
“I don’t even know what to say about that, except I’m sorry. Didn’t your school have an anti-bullying policy?”
“They said they did, but...you know how that goes.”
“Did your mom do anything?” Brittany asks, stroking Santana’s hair.
“Oh, I didn’t tell my mom. I was way too embarrassed to. I got really good at washing it out of my hair in the bathroom, and I used to just keep extra clothes in my locker.”
“That’s sick, babes.”
“That’s why I wanted to get out. I mean, I might still be totally introverted here, but at least no one is outwardly mean to me. I can raise my hand in class without hearing groans, you know?”
“Yeah.” Brittany swallows. “I’m glad for that at least.”
“Anyway, sorry. I’ve totally brought tonight down. I got you a cake, which I totally forgot about.”
“You did?”
“Of course I did. You have to close your eyes though, okay? Because I have a plan.”
“Deal.”
Checking to make sure that the door is locked, Santana goes into the mini fridge and takes out the tiny cake she got for Brittany. She lights all twenty candles, plus the one for good luck, and then she quickly sheds her pajamas. It feels a lot less sexy, standing there in her lingerie after Brittany helped her get into it, but she had this plan, and she’s going to stick to it. She lifts up the cake, and careful not to burn herself, she approaches the bed. 
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.” Santana tries her best to make her voice low and husky as she sings, and when Brittany opens her eyes, a smile spreads across her face. “Happy birthday dear Brittany, happy birthday to you.”
“Wow, you have a beautiful voice.”
“Britt...”
“Babes...” Brittany says back in the same voice Santana uses. 
“Blow out the candles.”
“But you look really sexy in the candlelight.” She murmurs, and Santana flushes. “The only reason I’m not going to wait, is because I need my hands on you.”
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stillgeekingout · 7 years
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amazing news! it’s time for another chapter of everyone’s favorite, the ultimate aaron milverton crossover fic, now with extra crossover!
once again it’s longer than any of the other chapters... why do I keep doing this... but it’ll make sense when you read it
tw: a lot of mentions of death (again... it’ll make sense when you read it)
previous chapters as usual:  1 here, 2 here, 3 here, 4 here, 5 here, 6 here, 7 here, 8 here
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“How do you think it’s going?”
“Alex, you don’t have to whisper, they won’t hear you from the car,” Blair said.
“Oh, right.”
It had been about five minutes since Blair had returned to the van and there was still no sign of Aaron or Chad. Zoe hadn’t really thought this plan through-- would she just leave Aaron there if he didn’t come outside soon? She couldn’t exactly send anyone in after him. If Aaron was making a move, she didn’t want to interrupt. She leaned back in her seat, resigned to waiting it out.
“So, Hera--”
“I’m sorry,” Blair interrupted, “I can’t keep calling her Hera, it’s just too odd for me.” She twisted around to look back at Hera. “Don’t you have an alexname or something?”
“An alexname?”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Zoe. “She means a nickname. But you don’t have to change your name for her sake. She’ll get over it.” She shot Blair a look.
“Actually…” Hera said, then stopped. Zoe glanced at her in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were closed in concentration. She opened them, seeming to decide something. “My real name is Rachel. You can just call me that.”
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Rachel Yorick was not having a great life. For starters, pretty much everyone she cared about outside of her family had been murdered. Then there was the fact that the person she was in love with had been one of the ones doing the killing (...and the being killed). And to top it off, she was stuck living with her parents and working part-time as a cashier at some touristy froyo place. Who knew her dead-end theatre career would be the least of her problems.
Not that she had really tried to pursue acting after her world had totally fallen apart about a year and a half before. She had taken the rest of the semester off, postponing her graduation yet again. Eventually, she finished her degree online without much fanfare. She couldn’t bear the thought of physically going back to Wittenberg. Too many memories. Too many ghosts. (Perhaps literally.)
Speaking of ghosts, she had waited the better part of a year for Hamlet’s to show back up, but to no avail. She couldn’t help but feel hurt all over again. Why had Hamlet visited Ford and not her? Why had she put up the videos so they couldn’t be removed and then disappeared without another trace?
Rachel hadn’t talked to Ford since all the funerals. God, there had been so many funerals. She had thought Hamlet’s would be the hardest, but almost no one was there (she tried not to think about the fact that there would have been more people if they hadn’t all died). No, it turned out facing Marci’s family was much worse. Rachel and Marci had been inseparable since high school; it was like parting with a sister. She felt so numb she could barely muster the energy to cry.
So after the funerals and a few other legal things (Laura’s court case, for example), Rachel hadn’t kept track of Ford’s whereabouts. She assumed he was busy running Elsinore Castle, whether he claimed he wanted to or not. For all she knew, Hamlet’s ghost was still visiting him every day. She hated that the thought almost made her jealous. How sick was it to wish to be haunted by your dead best friend?
And she was haunted, in a way. By the nightmares. Her friends lying on the floor, covered in blood. Hospital rooms. Gunshots. It was all too much.
So she had moved back in with her parents, gotten a therapist, and started working at the froyo shop to get her mind off of things. It was a decent drive from her house but even in her current state, she couldn’t stand the thought of spending all her time at the middle-of-nowhere edge of Kissimmee. And the time passed, and she learned to survive. To push through another day if it meant one day farther from the worst thing that could have ever happened. One day closer to living some semblance of a normal life.
A chime went off above the door. Rachel blinked a few times to clear her head. She was at work, zoning out again. She tended to do that a lot these days. Three people walked in: two strangers followed by someone she had never expected to see again.
Laura O’Ness.
It couldn’t be. Could it?
Rachel craned her head, trying to get a better look.
Laura was in prison. Laura would be in prison for probably 25 years. She wouldn’t be here with some random strangers, sporting a new haircut and casually loading up a giant cup of froyo. Would she?
Rachel was so preoccupied by Laura(???) that she accidentally dropped the froyo she was trying to hand back to the poor girl in front of her.
“Ohhh my god I’m sorry,” she said. She handed the girl some napkins, still distracted. The girl who couldn’t be Laura looked over at her and showed no signs of recognition, just a look of disdain at being stared at by a stranger. Rachel blinked, wondering if she was imagining things. She looked at the girl on whom she had spilled the froyo, realizing she was being a terrible employee.
“Seriously, I’m really sorry about that. I was just, uh.” Distracted by the doppelganger of the girl who killed my best friend? “Startled, I guess.”
“Startled?”
“Well, you know,” she started, realizing ‘startled’ had been the wrong word, “sometimes I see a pretty girl and I make a fool of myself.” Saved by the gay. The girl’s face changed, and Rachel realized maybe that had come across as flirting. Which, to be fair, the girl was very pretty, but Rachel wasn’t exactly in a good place to date anyone.
“Blair has that effect on people sometimes,” the girl said.
“Blair?” So she definitely wasn't Laura. Or she was Laura in disguise. (Why would Laura be in disguise?)
“My friend. I’m Zoe.” Oh no, she was introducing herself. It must’ve seemed like flirting. “I’d shake your hand, but…” Zoe looked down at her skirt, still covered in froyo.
“Hera,” said Rachel. It was a name she had started using with strangers, because her real name was connected to those awful videos that she still couldn’t figure out how to take down and didn’t want anyone to find. It was sort of an anagram of her name, with some letters missing, which made her English-nerd heart happy. Plus, she liked Greek mythology, and the original Hera took no shit from anyone (something Rachel needed to get better at).
Zoe seemed to find the name funny. “What?” Rachel asked.
“Nothing,” said Zoe. “That’s Blair’s mom’s name.” So again, she couldn’t be Laura. Laura’s mom’s name was Laura, and also Laura’s mom was dead. Not really something to laugh about.
Zoe was still talking. “I mean, not that that’s… I haven’t met her mom. I don’t know why I laughed. It’s a pretty name.” She trailed off, looking embarrassed. It was pretty endearing, Rachel had to admit.
“Thanks,” she said, and Zoe went back to her futile skirt-cleaning attempts.
“Is your bathroom back there?” Zoe asked.
“Yeah,” said Rachel. She had been so distracted by Blair-not-Laura that she had almost forgotten about the froyo. As Zoe turned to go, she felt like she should probably do something better to make up for her mistake than pointing to the bathroom. “Hey,” she said, “let me buy you a new dress. I feel badly that yours is so cute and I ruined it.” Then she kicked herself for sounding like she was flirting again.
“Oh, no, it’s fine, I’m sure it’ll wash out,” said Zoe. Phew. But Rachel still wanted to help.
“Please,” she said, “I’ll feel better. At least let me give you some money for it.” She started to reach for her wallet.
“Only if you come with me to pick it out,” Zoe said. Crap. That was definitely flirting. Rachel ran through a mental list of ways to politely turn her down. She had tried going on a few dates over the past year in an attempt to get Hamlet out of her head, but none of them helped and she felt badly for leading those girls on. And Zoe seemed nice; she deserved better.
But she was pretty. And one date wasn’t a commitment, especially when it wasn’t explicitly a date. And it was an excuse to go to Goodwill, which Rachel always loved. Maybe it would cheer her up, help her stop thinking about not-Laura. She took a breath.
“I get off in an hour,” she said. Zoe smiled. Please don’t let me regret this, Rachel thought. From the corner of her eye, she watched not-Laura stand up to get more froyo.
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“This is… a really big Goodwill,” Zoe said, her eyes wide.
“Isn’t it great? I get the best stuff here.” Rachel couldn’t help being a little bit bubbly. There was something about ridiculous clothing that still brought her joy even when other things couldn’t. She bounced back to the dresses and grabbed the first thing that popped out at her. “Oh my god, this is hilarious, you have to try it on,” she said, giving it to Zoe.
“There’s no way that will fit me,” said Zoe, “But I guess I’ll try it on.” She glanced skeptically at Rachel before going into the dressing room. (Marci used to give her a similar look. Rachel felt a sudden pang of sadness.)
“Yeah, this definitely doesn’t fit,” Zoe called through the door, snapping Rachel out of her haze.
“That’s fine,” she called back, “I’ll find something else.” She returned to rifling through dresses.
The second dress Zoe tried on was obnoxious in the best way. She didn’t seem to see the appeal, however. “Are you sure about this?” She looked down at the skirt, pulling at it.
“The thing about terrible clothes is that’s what makes them great,” Rachel said. “Trust me, it’s a lifestyle choice.”
“Hmmm,” said Zoe, but she let Rachel hand her a third option without complaint.
“So are you from here?” Rachel asked, while Zoe was changing. She wanted to know if she’d be able to get out of a commitment easily. Maybe Zoe was just a tourist. Most people in that part of  Orlando were.
“Currently, no,” Zoe said. “I’m Floridian but I moved to DC a couple years ago. My friends and I just came down for a convention.” Rachel breathed a sigh of relief.
“Wait, which one?” she asked, feeling safe to have a conversation now that she knew Zoe wouldn’t be expecting anything from her beyond that evening. “I didn’t know there was a con this weekend-- Oh, I love that.” Zoe looked very cute in dresses, Rachel had to hand her that. But Zoe still didn’t seem satisfied, so Rachel handed her another option to try.
“So are you from Orlando then?” Zoe asked through the door once she had closed it again.
“Yeah,” Rachel said. “Pretty much been here my whole life. I went to Wittenberg for school but Winter Park might as well be Orlando. Same with Kissimmee, which is technically where I live now.”
“Oh ok, I don’t know this area super well,” Zoe said. “We basically just come down here for Disney. And I went to Wizarding World once.”
“Nice, have you seen Diagon Alley yet?” Small talk was good. Small talk was safe.
“No, I’ve been meaning to! Is it good?”
“It’s so good. Hogsmeade is great, but it still feels like a theme park, you know? Diagon Alley makes you feel like you’re really there.”
“Yeah, I’ll have to go one of these days.”
Rachel wasn’t sure what to say next. She didn’t really want to ask anything personal. Light conversation was one thing, but she didn’t want to lead Zoe on (even if she was leaving town). Luckily, she didn’t have to come up with anything because Zoe opened the door again, looking unfortunately adorable.
“Seriously, this is the one,” Rachel said. “It looks amazing on you.” Careful, she told herself.
“I don’t know…” said Zoe.
“Now you’re just fishing for compliments!”
“I am not!” Zoe protested. “You just have very… interesting taste.”
“Come on, you have to admit you are rocking that dress.” She was. In fact, it annoyed Rachel how good Zoe looked when she was trying her best not to get attached.
“I rock a lot of dresses,” Zoe said, grinning. “I just don’t know if this is one of them.”
“Fine! Fine! I’ll find something else!” Rachel threw her hands up in mock exasperation.
After several more tries, Zoe finally agreed to one of Rachel’s suggestions. Rachel had the suspicion that she had worn her down. They moved on to looking at jackets-- Rachel’s weakness. The gaudier the better.
She hit the jackpot right away, pulling out matching pink Grease jackets with hand-written logos which she eventually convinced Zoe to buy (though Zoe put back the dress). Rachel pulled the jacket on for the second time as they walked through the parking lot.
“Tell me more, tell me more,” she sang at Zoe, twirling around and fanning out the jacket.
“I told you, I hate Grease!” Zoe said, laughing again. But she put hers on too.
“Me too,” admitted Rachel. “It’s super white and has terrible morals and Rizzo should’ve ended up with Frenchy. But it’s a catchy song.”
Zoe shrugged, then jokingly grabbed Rachel’s arm. “Summer dreams, ripped at the seams…”
Rachel was surprised by how nice Zoe’s singing voice was. “Bu-hut, oh,” she said in her best terrible John Travolta impression, whipping her head around to face Zoe.
“Those su-ummer niiiiiiiights,” they both sang, then laughed.
“I would like the movie better if it was about Steph and Lisa,” Zoe said, gesturing to the name on the front of her jacket.
“Oh, definitely,” Rachel said. “Well, this is my car.” She stopped. She wasn’t sure where Zoe had parked. Zoe looked at her, then looked away, then looked at her again.
“Hey, do you… do you want to get some dinner?”
“Um,” Rachel said. It would be so easy to leave. She could say she had to work early, or she had somewhere to be… or she could be honest and say she wanted to because Zoe was cute and nice but she was still sort of getting over her dead best friend. Maybe without the dead part.
“You don’t have to,” Zoe said, and Rachel realized she had paused too long again.
“I probably shouldn’t,” Rachel said, not giving a reason. “But this has been nice.”
“Yeah!” Zoe said, clearly disappointed but pretty good at faking nonchalance. “Thanks for spilling froyo on me.”
“Any time,” Rachel said. “You know where to find me.”
“Mmhmm,” Zoe said. “Nice meeting you, Hera.” Rachel had already forgotten she told Zoe that name. But she nodded.
“You too,” she said, and smiled. “Bye, Steph.”
“Bye, Lisa.”
There was an awkward moment where Rachel wasn’t sure if they should hug or shake hands or something. Eventually she just waved and got in the car, shutting the door on what might’ve been a great opportunity if Rachel’s life wasn’t such a mess. When she was sure Zoe had walked away, she rested her head on the steering wheel and sighed.
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The next time Rachel saw her therapist, she mentioned that she was finally ready to talk about her relationship with Hamlet.
Up until that point, she had mostly avoided the subject, choosing instead to focus on all the other trauma that came along with the events of the previous year. She had been telling herself that it was fine, that she needed to work through all of that, but meeting Zoe made her realize she was delaying the inevitable. The truth was, she didn’t want to confront her relationship with Hamlet because she knew it had been unhealthy and a part of her still wasn’t ready to let go.
“Your precious Hamlet.” Ford’s words echoed in her mind every time she thought about it, and she pushed them away. Because, really, how was she supposed to accept that her best friend, the person she was in love with, was “an abusive murderer”? Even after all this time, Rachel couldn’t put Hamlet at fault. She had been put under so much pressure that she cracked. It was Claude to blame, Claude and his manipulation.
But Hamlet had still killed Paul, and Rosa, and Gil, and even Claude, though Rachel couldn’t help but think the last one was deserved. She had still belittled Alex, outed him, and then broadcasted it all online against his will. She had been terrible to him; Rachel could see that even through her jealousy. Why had Hamlet dated him in the first place? Who dates their kid friend? If she had just dated Rachel instead--
And that was where she always ended up. “If Hamlet had just dated me instead, none of this would have happened. Because I would have been there for her. I could have helped her.” As unhealthy as she knew it was, as much as she hated herself for doing it, she still held onto this ideal in which no one died and she and Hamlet lived happily forever. “Your precious Hamlet.”
It was an ideal that she knew would fall apart as soon as she confronted it, which is why she had thus far been unwilling to do so. Better to keep at least one shred of something positive in her mind, even a pointless hypothetical that would never change anything. She had been fully prepared to cling onto it forever.
But then she met Zoe.
Zoe was the first person who made her feel normal again, even for just a few minutes. Because for a moment there, she had pushed her awful life to the side of her brain and let herself just sing in a parking lot with a pretty stranger. There was something freeing about it. Her family was supportive, but it always felt like they were walking on eggshells around her. Zoe had just treated Rachel like anyone else, something she hadn’t really experienced since acquiring a tragic backstory.
Turning her down had been the right thing to do at the time, but it made Rachel realize that she wanted that again. That sense of talking to someone who knew nothing about her life, who only judged her as the girl from the froyo store who loved Goodwill and not someone to be tiptoed around, a fragile spineless bystander who watched the people she loved kill each other and didn’t manage to save them.
And if chasing that feeling meant risking tarnishing her memories of Hamlet, so be it. She was done living in the past.
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A few months later, Rachel took a day trip to St. Augustine. She needed a breather from her family. Several of her cousins were in town for Thanksgiving and they were all being overly nice to her, which was well-meant but exhausting. So she had taken the day to visit one of her favorite places. It made her inner history nerd happy and it was somewhere she had never been with Hamlet or Marci, so it felt untainted.
In that regard, though, she was doing slightly better. Therapy was helping, as was her resolve to make a tangible effort to move on. Obviously everything wasn’t magically fixed, but she was almost to the point where she might be ready to find some new friends.
All right universe, you gonna send me some new friends? she thought, then laughed to herself a little. Right, because browsing gift shops alone was a great way to make friends. One of these days she would have to actually try being social. But until then, she had plenty of tourists to keep her company.
“You know, I have a pink jacket that would look great with that shirt.”
Rachel turned, sure she had misheard the voice. But no, it really was Zoe standing next to her. She blinked several times, processing. Not what I expected, universe, she thought. But I’ll take it.
If Zoe wasn’t going to act surprised, neither was she. “Is that right? Funny, so do I!”
“What a weird coincidence.” An understatement if she’d ever heard one.
“Yeah,” she said, thinking quickly, “my friend and I have matching ones.” Maybe if she pretended she and Zoe were already friends, Zoe would go along with it and forget that Rachel had rejected her once before. “She wasn’t sold on the idea at first, but I talked her into it.”
“I’m sure she’s glad you did,” Zoe said, and Rachel smiled at the shirt rack she was thumbing through. Success. “It probably reminds her of a fun experience.”
“I hope it does. I know it does for me.”
“Sounds like you two get along well,” Zoe said. How is this happening? Rachel thought.
“Yeah, I don’t get to see her often. She lives in DC, and I live in Orlando, so that’s not really conducive to hanging out.” She was beginning to see Zoe’s long distance status as a positive thing. She could practice normal human interaction for however long Zoe was in town, and she wouldn’t feel too much pressure because it didn’t have to turn into anything long term. “Now that I say that, though, I remember her saying she was Floridian, so it wouldn’t be out of the question for her to visit again. I could even potentially run into her on a day trip to St. Augustine.”
“I’m guessing she grew up right near here and she’s visiting her mom for Thanksgiving,” Zoe said. “I bet she doesn’t know you’re in town. You should ask her out to lunch or something, while you’re here.” She had to admire Zoe’s willingness to forgive her for the strange way she had left things after the Goodwill trip.
Rachel took a deep breath. “Do you think she’d want to do something right now?”
“I think she would love to,” Zoe said. Maybe she also had reason to want a fun day with no strings attached. Rachel didn’t care. All she knew was there was a nice girl with no knowledge of her past who wanted to spend the day with her, and she wasn’t going to waste it.
“I’m sure if you grew up here you’ve seen all the historical sites already, but that’s my favorite thing if you’re willing to see some of them again.” It seemed like a fine time to drop the banter. “If you don’t mind going with an obnoxious history nerd, that is.”
“Honestly, I haven’t been inside the castle since the 4th grade field trip,” Zoe said. “And I’m sure obnoxious history nerds make great tour guides.”
So they went to the Castillo, and Rachel almost didn’t notice her guard slipping. Zoe listened to all of her fun facts and genuinely seemed interested. “I’m sure they told us that in school, but it’s much better when you tell it. You’re my new second-favorite history storyteller.”
“Who’s the first?”
“Lin-Manuel Miranda.”
“Of course.”
They talked about their jobs (Zoe’s PR work in DC put Rachel’s frozen yogurt career to shame), the midterm elections that had just happened, their families, and other safe topics. Rachel made sure not to bring up college or her friends. It was fine, though, Zoe didn’t really talk much about her friends either. Maybe she’s got some kind of dark secret too, Rachel joked to herself. Can’t possibly be as weird as mine.
When they left the castle, they stood around for a while, just talking. It was surprisingly easy to talk to Zoe, now that she was allowing herself to. She knew at some point they’d have to end their little date (was it a date?) but she wasn’t ready for that yet. That would mean returning to her real life. She was just contemplating asking Zoe to dinner when someone she didn’t recognize ran up to them, shouting.
“Zoe! We did a bad thing!”
The following conversation (including another boy who ran up behind Zoe’s friend) made absolutely no sense to Rachel. She tried to follow along in Zoe’s attempts to calm down her friend, but there were too many references to events she didn’t know about. She hoped whatever this situation was wouldn’t cut their date(?) short.
She was almost maybe starting to catch up to speed when not-Laura showed up. Great. She had somehow forgotten about Zoe’s friend Blair and her uncanny familiarity. She also didn’t realize they were good enough friends that she would come with her on Thanksgiving vacation. Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea after all. How could she continue to act normally with this girl standing right there?
“I should maybe… go…” she cut in, as Zoe and her friends continued their confusing conversation.
“No!” Zoe said forcefully. Good, maybe she would shoo everyone off and Rachel could ask her to dinner after all. “I mean, I can explain. Please don’t go.” She gave Rachel a pleading look. Rachel didn’t want an explanation, she wanted to hang out with Zoe alone. But Zoe was already introducing everyone. “Um, you’ve met Aaron, and these are my friends Blair and Alex.”
“I remember you,” she told Blair. Or Laura, if it really was her in disguise. (She hadn’t totally ruled it out.) “Nice to meet you, Alex.”
Zoe coughed, and Rachel realized for the first time that maybe she was jealous. After all, Rachel had explained away staring at Blair by saying she was attracted to her. But there was no way to explain the truth to Zoe, so she kept quiet. “Anyway, so…” Zoe said, clearly intent on explaining the situation. “Blair started a charity organization a few years ago and Aaron is one of the members.” Wow, if only Laura was so nice. Clearly Rachel was being unfair projecting her dislike of Laura onto this girl. But how could she not?
“Religion,” Blair said. “And I didn’t start it, Chad did.” And just like that, Rachel lost track of the conversation again.
After a few minutes, Zoe came to the conclusion that the only way to solve whatever the heck was going on was to take a group road trip to Miami, right then. Well, that was unexpected. But then, everything so far with Zoe had been unexpected.
“Sorry about this,” Zoe said to her, as they walked towards her car. “I wish we could keep hanging out.” This was the moment for Rachel to leave, she knew. But she didn’t want to go back to her family, and she didn’t want to stop talking to Zoe. Besides, she was kind of intrigued by the whole quest. Zoe had made the first move three times now. It was her turn to be adventurous, even if she would regret it later.
“I mean, I’m down for a road trip,” she said. Zoe turned towards her, surprised. She had gone too far. What kind of person asks to go on a several hour road trip with a girl they barely know and her friends? “If you don’t mind, of course.”
But Zoe surprised her again. “Not at all,” she said, and kept walking towards her car as if nothing was off. Rachel wondered if she had these kinds of adventures often. She was starting to get excited, when--
She stopped in her tracks. “This is your car?” Zoe’s minivan was identical to Marci’s. Of course it was. What was it with this girl? She was the one person who could distract Rachel from her past, and yet she was surrounded by things that brought it back up again.
Zoe started trying to defend herself, which made Rachel realize she was being rude again. It must have seemed like she was judging Zoe for her choice of car.
“No, no, I like it,” she said. She was intent on having this adventure, damn it, and she wasn’t going to let Laura’s secret twin or Marci’s car duplicate stop her. She would get over it, help some nice people commit an act of matchmaking or whatever they were doing, and most importantly, not put a stop to what had been her first truly relaxing day in recent memory.
She had been planning on using the time to talk to Zoe, but it wasn’t meant to be. Not-Laura (Blair, she had to start thinking of her as Blair) insisted on shotgun. That’s ok, she told herself through her disappointment. I said I wanted more friends. These other people seem nice too, I’ll just talk to them.
Most of the trip was spent listening to music. Zoe sang along to everything, and her voice was amazing. She shared Rachel’s love of Hamilton and Halsey, though she liked Taylor Swift a little too much for Rachel’s taste. Then she started on Disney soundtracks, and Rachel was nervous she would have to ask her not to play The Lion King. Luckily, though, it didn’t come up. Alex sang every song, loudly and not very well. Blair was mostly quiet, but got very enthusiastic about Hercules. Just seeing the back of her head, Rachel could almost forget about the whole Laura thing.
At one point, while Zoe and her friends were caught up in singing, Rachel had a conversation with Aaron in the backseat. “So, if I’m understanding this situation,” she said, feeling sure she wasn’t, “you like this guy but he thinks he can’t date you because of your religion?”
“Kind of, yeah,” said Aaron. “Honestly, I don’t even know if he likes me. We might get all the way there and figure out he didn’t want to date me even if he was allowed to. I don’t even know for sure that he’s not straight.” He seemed distraught, and Rachel could tell this wasn’t the sort of crush he would get over easily.
“That’s rough, buddy,” she said, and he laughed.
“I mean either way it’s better than my last relationship. At least I know he likes me as a friend. My ex didn’t even like me, she was just using me for information.”
“Yikes,” Rachel said. “What kind of information?”
“Something to do with a case. She was a detective or something, and my cousin was into blackmail. Well, I guess she’s probably still a detective.”
“And your cousin?”
“Dead,” he said matter-of-factly. She could tell by how he talked that he hadn’t liked his cousin, so she decided not to offer sympathy. From experience, she figured he had probably gotten enough of that already.
“Well, I hope this boy likes you. You seem pretty cool to me.”
“Thanks, Hera,” he said sincerely, and she cringed. In the scheme of life, she thought, a cross-state road trip with people who didn’t know her real name probably wasn’t the best idea. What if something happened and they needed to identify her? But she didn’t know how to bring it up, and besides, there was still the matter of the videos. These were her new, no-backstory-required friends. They existed in some kind of magical bubble where her old life couldn’t get to her. So she said nothing.
She tried to tell herself again that it wasn’t worth getting attached to these people who would only leave her once the trip was over. But Aaron lived in Orlando. And Zoe might just be the type of person who was worth staying in touch with long distance.
For the past year and a half, Rachel’s life had felt pretty pointless. Why put work into anything when everything could just fall apart in a moment? But looking around the car at this weird little group, she realized she had finally found something that felt worth the effort again.
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Your Song
Blaine Anderberry enlists the help of a Prostitute, Kurt Hummel, as inspiration for his new song
Author: PorcelainandLeather {Me}
AO3
“It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside. I’m not one of those who can easily hide.”
           Blaine sighed as he said goodbye to his sister, and walked down to the bus stop. He took a ride to the a shadier part of town and found a run down diner. He knew he needed to compose something new for his company’s new musical to stay on schedule, but he found himself with a lack of inspiration. He had been working with an independent film company for around 10 years and had never had trouble delivering a beautiful score, before.
           Blaine ordered himself a cup of coffee and a reserve, before finding a table by the door. He thought he might find a little inspiration from the patrons who frequent this dirty little establishment. He pulled his notes from his satchel and looked them over. The film was fairly controversial and that should have been inspiration enough, but Blaine could not find himself connecting with the characters.
           It was the story of a barely legal teen struggling to find his way through and escape the world of prostitution. Blaine, and his sister, Rachel had led a fairly sheltered life and he could not fathom having to sell himself to survive. Rachel had suggested that he go out and interview an escort and it made him feel dirty just thinking about it. He could not imagine seeking a prostitute let alone talking to one. Yet, here he was, siting in the diner and waiting for a hooker.
           Blaine shook his head and sipped his coffee as he witnessed a very attractive man, in leather and combat boots, walking into the diner and up to the counter.
“I don’t have much money but boy if I did, I’d buy a big house, where we both would live”
           Kurt shivered as he walked into the diner., satisfied that it seemed to be fairly empty. He made his way over to the counter and asked if a reserved coffee was available. He gave a broken smile and thanked the barista and as he claimed a table, where he could doctor the coffee. He had been forced to sleep outside, last night, and with worn leather jacket and tight jeans, the chilled wind cut to his bones. He knew he would not be able to warm up for hours, but the coffee helped.
           He looked up and noticed a man staring at him. He laughed bitterly and softly at the man’s carefully crafted persona. The clothes were always the first things Kurt noticed. He had wanted to study fashion when he moved to New York, nine months ago, but the city had other plans for him. He never got into Parsons and his money ran out quickly ran out. He shook his head hating to dwell on the circumstances that led to him living on the streets. He usually earned a warm bed when he found a client for the night  
           Luckily, it was fairly easy to find a man to pay for his services, most nights. Apparently he was a hot commodity. Kurt sighed and ran his fingers through his green hair, and walked over to the man, staring at him. “May I help you?” He smirked as the man blinked, seemingly speechless. “Cat got your tongue?”
“If I were a sculpture, but then again no, or a man who makes potions in a traveling show.”
           “Um ...” Blaine gulped and looked at his coffee, before looking back up at the young man. He was one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen, despite the worn clothes, dyed hair and piercings. He took a deep breath and tried to give him a smile. “No, I’m sorry. I was just waiting for someone. I apologize for staring. “
           The beautiful boy laughed causing Blaine to blush. He could not have been more than 19 but his eyes seemed much older. Blaine was bit nervous and he was not sure how he was supposed to act. He did know he wanted the boy to stay, even if he was not exactly what he was looking for. “Um, would you like to take a seat and I’ll get you another coffee?” Blaine finished his and called a waitress over.
           The boy raised a brow at him and smirked. “I thought you were waiting on someone?”
           Blaine chuckled nervously and played with the sugar packets. “Maybe, you’re the person I was waiting for?” Blaine blushed looking down. Was he really flirting with this boy? He shook his head and ran his hand over his over gelled hair. “I should say I was looking for a certain type of person.”
“Oh, I know it's not much but it's the best I can do. My gift is my song and this one's for you”
           Kurt sighed and turned a chair backwards as he sat down in front of the man. Of course, that is what he wanted. That is what anyone wanted, when they came in here. It wasn’t exactly a secret that a large number of prostitutes frequented this diner. The owner tended to turn a blind eye on any illegal activity. Kurt licked his lips and finished his coffee. “I charge $200 an hour.” He smiled at the man. “If you want an entire night, it’s $2000 and you pay for the hotel.”
           It was shame. The man was actually pretty cute, but he gave up on finding a boyfriend months ago. It was not recommend that a whore get attached to anyone. This was a pretty cut throat world and he had to keep his eyes open and his heart closed if he was going to survive. He smiled at the god smacked look on the man’s face and chuckled. “Well, are you alright with those terms?”
“And you can tell everybody this is your song. It may be quite simple but now that it's done “
           Blaine stared at him; unable to process anything he had just been told. “What...” He shook his head and asked the waitress for two more cups of coffee. He could not believe that the boy had just offered himself, in front o f everyone. “I think we need to start over. My name is Blaine and I do not want to buy you...”
           He looked into the boy’s eyes and took a deep breath. “I just want someone to talk to, I wanted to interview a prostitute and.... well...” He shrugged not knowing how to tell the boy exactly what he wanted. He sat silent for around five minutes, and the boy watched him carefully. The poor kid looked like he wanted to run but he wanted to know what Blaine had to say even more. Finally Blaine was able to form a proposal for the teen. “I am a composer. I am writing the music for an independent film, set to be released next year.” He let out a deep breath. “The movie is about a teen boy lost in the world of prostitution and I want to interview you, so I can better understand the character.... so I can write the music.”
“I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words...”
           Kurt looked at the man in shock. This man could not be serious. He just wanted to interview him. “You have got to be joking. You came down to the red light district, to interview a prostitute?” He gestured quotes with his finger and then flipped Blaine off. “Where are the cameras? Are you a cop?”
           He sat back and took the business car that Blaine offered him. He huffed and placed it back on the table unsure what to say. He looked at him and sighed. “Fine. I’ll answer your question, if you buy me dinner. I’m starving.” He hoped he wasn’t wasting his time. Chances are, he was not going to find work tonight, and he was going to have to sleep in the ally again. “I’ll give you an hour. Then I have to find a client, and hopefully a warm bed.” He glared at the man as he lit a cigarette. “Oh yeah, I’m Kurt.”
“How wonderful life is while you're in the world”
Blaine grinned and nodded. “If you give me two, I’ll pay for a room for you to sleep tonight.” He began packing his papers away and smiling as he looked at the boy. `How old are you anyway?” He paid for the coffees and stood up to leave. He was excited that the boy had agreed to talk to him, and was willing to make sure he had a warm meal, and a warm place to sleep tonight.
           “Where would you like to eat? It is my treat after all,” He chuckled and shook with excitement. He still felt a little uneasy about enlisting the help of someone who sold himself for money, but at least he was keeping the kid off the street, for tonight. He grinned as he tightened his jacket and began walking outside.
“I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss. Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross.”
           Kurt was a bit confused by the generous offer, but he could not afford to turn it down. He got up and followed the man outside. “You know, if you want to interview me, you have to shut up long enough, for me to answer the questions.” He took a drag of his cigarette as he followed, Blaine. There is a taco place about a block up. I would love a burrito.” He smiled as Blaine nodded and headed in the direction he pointed. “And to answer your first question, I’m 18. I’ll be 19 next month.” He smirked. “How about you, Mr. Music producer?”
           He chuckled as the man blushed. He was little fun to mess with and he was an attractive. He stomped his feet clean as they arrived at the restaurant, and he went inside. The hosted looked a bit unsure but led them to a table, offering them menus but forgetting to take their drink order as, she ran off. “Rude...” He rolled his eyes and looked at the man. “You know, you have to admit this is weird.”
“But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song. It's for people like you that keep it turned on.”
           Blaine looked up from his menu and nodded. “I know, but I need a little inspiration. I’ve been dealing with a little bit of a musical block.” He shrugged and began looking for the waitress. “I’m 29, by the way.” He smiled, deciding it was best to be honest with the young man. He wanted to keep the relationship professional but friendly. “And it is Blaine Anderberry, not Mr. Music Producer.” He chuckled so the boy knew he was joking. “You can call me Blaine.”
           The waitress reluctantly came back over and Blaine ordered a tea and a taco salad. He was not very hungry, but it would be awkward for him not to eat. He looked back at the teen, who was looking at him in shock. He was confused at what he said for the boy to look at him lock that. “What did I say?” He chuckled.
“So excuse me forgetting but these things I do. You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue”
           “You’re kidding right? You’re Blaine Anderberry? Twin Brother of the one and only Rachel Anderberry, “the Broadway princess?”’ He blushed and sat up trying to make himself more presentable. This had to be a cruel joke. If this man was telling the truth, he was sitting across from theater royalty. He had wanted to be on Broadway, before his father passed away, but he had given up on those dream a long time ago.
           He cleared his throat and decided to act more polite, to Blaine. If this man really was Blaine Anderberry, he may be a little closer to that dream than he thought. All he needed was a foot in the door. “I’m sorry I was so rude to you earlier.” He looked at the waitress and ordered water and the burrito dinner. He still could not believe who was sitting in front of him. He was looking at Blaine in a new light as he stared into his eyes for the first time.
“Anyway the thing is what I really mean. Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.”
Blaine blushed and looked down at the table. He was used to people knowing who is sister, but it was hard to believe this punk knew anything about Broad way. He hated how fast his attitude had turned around at the mention of his sister but he would have to take it. “Yes, my sister is Rachel Anderberry. I’m really proud of her She worked really hard to be where she is today.”
           He smiled at Kurt and chewed his lip. He did not want him to see the disappointment in his eyes. “Have you seen her perform?” He ran his hand over the back of his neck. He knew that if he wanted to keep Kurt pleasant, he would need to keep him interested. “I’m sure she would love to hear that you enjoyed her performance.”
“And you can tell everybody this is your song. It may be quite simple but now that it's done”
           Kurt smiled and nodded as he looked at the table. “I did see one of her shows, in high school, but... I have not been able to go back.” He shrugged feeling a little shamed. He could barely afford to live sometimes but he really wished he could go see Funny Girl again. Rachel was almost as amazing as Barbara. He would give anything to meet her.
           The waitress brought their drinks and the table was silent again. He knew Blaine needed to learn about him, but he was a little too shy, knowing whom he was talking to. “I’m sorry...” He blushed deeper. “What did you want to know? This is your song, after all.”
“I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you're in the world”
           Blaine smiled at him. He seemed so much younger, now that he got him to cooperate. He licked his lips and sat back. “Why don’t we finish dinner and then, we can talk?” He shrugged as he ran his hands through his hair. “You can talk about yourself and then I can let you know a bit about my sister. I’m sure she would love to meet a fan. I just hope you come to like me too, despite my sister?” He shrugged, and they waited for their food to arrive, unsure of what else to say. It would be an interesting night. Kurt was wrong though; this would be his song, not Blaine’s.
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