LLG Scenes

Artie had known it was a rather big leap to just assume that Brittany would want to spend the night after her senior prom with him in a swanky hotel room, but it was a leap that had paid off. Once he had spilled the beans about having a hotel room for them, it was all Brittany could talk about for the final hour of the prom. The smile on her face matched his own as he slipped the key card into the lock and pushed the hotel room door open.

It wasn’t long after they had arrived in their room that the couple was stripped down to their underwear and snuggled on top of the covers watching ‘Jurassic Park’. “The dinosaur theme was very inspired, Brittany.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“This kind of reminds me of prom,” Artie mentioned in passing while writing out another flashcard. “Except instead of watching movies we’re studying, but we’re both in our underwear.” He chuckled, picking up another index card and writing out another definition on the back. The couple had spent many nights since they had got back together just like this, half naked in his or her bed trying to help Brittany get her grades up.

Nick was more nervous than he’d ever been in his life. It was one thing to hang out with Jeff, to pretend he hadn’t kissed him, to pretend he hadn’t felt something, but now? It was a whole new ballgame. Innocent banter had turned into not-so-innocent flirting with an astonishing ease and several days later, Nick was still reeling. He’d be a liar if he said some of the less innocuous innuendos hadn’t gotten to him in a very physical way; the dreams he’d had that night alone had been enough to fuel his libido for days. He was wound pretty tightly, and every interaction he’d had with Jeff since had only driven him closer to what he felt was an imminent breaking point.

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Despite cheeky text messages throughout the day and a locked door at their disposal, Blaine had other plans. Sure, they had kissed and kissed and kissed over the course of the afternoon, but it stopped at that. He had soon shifted down, laid his head on Kurt's chest and wrapped his arms securely around Kurt's waist. He hadn't moved for the past fifteen minutes. If not for his uneven breathing, one might have thought they had dozed off.

Over the past month, Blaine had been in Kurt's bed plenty of times. With Burt off in D.C. for so much of the week, it almost felt like a waste not to take advantage of alone time.

But Blaine hadn't done this in a month. Held Kurt. Felt boneless and completely comfortable pressed up against him. Over the past month, the closeness had been a means to an end.

This was better than that.

"Hi!" Chandler stepped up to the counter and smiled at the barista behind it. "I'll have an orange mango vivanno please ohhhh-" he sucked in a breath through his teeth. "I forgot you aren't Starbucks. In North Lima we have Starbucks. That's okay though! I'll just take... uhh... whatever has the most caffeine in it! If it tastes awful I can just add sugar until it's drinkable." He gave the now-scowling barista one of his (self-proclaimed) winning smiles and dropped a quarter in the tip jar. That should keep her happy. Hopefully happy enough to not spit in his drink.

He paid for his grande something-with-caffeine and began to peruse the collection of mugs and to-go thermoses, debating buying one. The whole "lima bean" thing was really a quaint pun, even if he didn't live directly in Lima. North Lima was close enough to appreciate the humor. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of someone. A very tall, attractive someone. And Chandler was never one to shy away from approaching attractive someones.

He walked right up behind said someone and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hi, I'm Chandler, and I couldn't help but notice your blazer, do you go to Dalton?"

There's probably a rule against bringing relationship paraphernalia to an event where you're supposed to be actively getting away from thoughts of aforementioned relationship, but apparently Blaine didn't get the memo.

This was why he was currently sitting on Sebastian's floor, his arms wrapped around Margaret Thatcher-Dog, and his half finished Jack Daniels/Rootbeer float mostly forgotten beside him. Which was disgusting, for the record. Hanging out with Nick and Sebastian was weird. It made him feel like he was constantly interrupting something. He vaguely wondered what would go on between the two of them if he passed out.

It had been ages since he had touched alcohol. Not since the Warblers party, actually. He chanced a look at Sebastian, who thankfully was looking away at the time. That had been much worse than a few text messages...

But that hadn't stopped Blaine from feeling like shit. Maybe it was the timing. Graduation was so close, and it felt like they didn't have enough time to fix this. Like their problems would pile up until packing up and heading to New Haven would be a relief.

"I think the RA still thinks I go here," Blaine said, toying with one of the stuffed dog's ears. "He told me not to miss curfew next time when I walked in."

( 'I do declare Mr. Anderson, I'm blushing like a maiden' )

( all your words and closeness keep you here and human )

Meet me on the McKinley rooftop.

The note had been decorated with some suspiciously familiar looking rhinestones, and even more lopsided hearts. Blaine had never been particularly good at drawing hearts.

It wasn't the rooftop of the New York apartment they often talked about, but it was as close as Blaine was going to find in Lima. Sure, there were taller buildings, but this was the only one that Blaine was certain he wouldn't get caught setting up a picnic on. A cliche looking checkered tablecloth was spread out, surrounded by just enough tea lights to lit up the area without possibly setting it on fire. The meal was modest, but Blaine had managed to make it himself - chicken marsala with strawberries and blackberries on the side. He thought about pasta, but he didn't know how well that would sit while waiting for Kurt.

He had the plastic glasses from his bedside table along with a bottle of sparkling apple juice. A little cheesy, but that was what Blaine did best.

Blaine wasn't sure where they would be this time next year, so he wanted to make this anniversary count.

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Nick had been thinking. Not that he wasn’t always thinking, he was. He thought about school and if his car had enough gas and if it might be a Transformer and if it was a Transformer would it be an Autobot or a Decepticon and if Jeff wanted to play Call of Duty later and if he had enough time between thinking about all of these things to stop thinking for a little while and maybe get off with Sebastian in the process.
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It's been a weird week for Blaine.

School is odd. Lots of girls sniffling into their lockers, identical pictures of Dave that just have to be cut right out of the yearbook hanging up for everyone to see. He knows Dave was moderately popular during his time at McKinley, but he hadn't expected to see this sort of reaction. Everywhere he turns, someone seems to have a story about how Dave totally lent them a pencil their junior year and they should have seen the signs.

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This was hell.

Luke died and this was his hell. Standing in a kitchen surrounded by baking ingredients, holding a sifter, and stuck working with someone he loathed. He wasn't sure why he disliked Kurt so much. Maybe it was the way he purposely wore his hair the way he did. Or maybe it was because his fashion bored on nauseating and like something most Drag Queens would have to second guess before hitting the runway. Maybe it was the way he was just so pale. Or how his voice was just grating like nails on a chalkboard. For whatever reason it was, he did not like Kurt.

It had nothing to do with Blaine, either. Lovely as his little hobbit was, that ship had sailed. Genuinely. Not that there hadn't been some lingering affection, but he could safely say he was over that crush. And it was for Blaine's sake that he was doing his best to be civil. Except Kurt had a tendency to just bring the catty bitch in him out. "I'm telling you, as lovely as it looks in that Bridal magazine, she doesn't want this." He wasn't sure how many times he had to say it. Looking back, he was fairly certain that if this was hell, the moment of death was when their Home Ec teacher announced that the contest this week would be for her bridal shower and then announced she was assigning partners. Shot in the dark what caused his untimely demise.

He just hoped Blaine took good care of their dear Sonic.

Then again, Luke could be on edge for other reasons. This was the site of some awkward moments shared with a certain fauxhawk friend. The reminder wasn't calming. No doubt, part of Kurt's plan. Which only added to the belief that a) this was hell and b) Kurt was Satan in ridiculous and questionable attire that made his eyes bleed.

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REMINDER: usually everyone is pretty respectful in these posts, but due to the subject matter of the episode, i wanted to post a little reminder. think before you speak. sensitives topics are touched on tonight, and some of you might have strong reactions. do your best to remain respectful. i appreciate it. i've always enjoyed how llg rolls in general. we have one of the most diverse community of shippers out there and will manage to get along pretty well. let's keep it that way. <3

I'm gonna come back to this and actually write an intro, but I'm dead tired and lacking Val muse (as I have been for a few days; SORRY GUYS), so I'm just gonna throw this up here so that you guys can play in it, since I know a few of you expressed interest.

Not interested? You do not have to participate. :)

things to note:
- it takes place a theater/club type place that I made up in Akron, mainly because the only two theaters I knew of didn't have removable seating. lol.
- it is in Akron. So if McKinley kids show up, it's probably a decent drive.
- EVERYONE WAS INVITED AND ENCOURAGED TO BRING MORE PEOPLE. This was a last minute party, so Val was scrambling a bit.
- lavish mardi gras decor courtesy of Lily Mettler
- Val will not be there when the party begins because she is a snob and refuses to be the first one to her own party.
- Feel free to take as many liberties as you'd like. This is just for fun.

OKAY BYE.

The weather in Ohio was still a complete mystery to Remy. When he had first poked his head out the door in the morning to bring in the newspaper, it was freezing. There had been a thick frost covering seemingly everything that moisture could settle on, and he was pretty sure the sun had simply given up on attempting to warm the earth. But by the time he’d dressed in his warmest clothes, pulled on a beanie and stepped outside at noon, it was no longer as bitter cold. It had actually warmed over twenty degrees. Granted this was still far too cold for his liking, but at least his fingers weren’t turning blue at the thought of having to spend the day out this weather. And while the detached four car garage must have seemed like a good idea when his parents were looking for their new home, but it certainly didn’t seem like one to him.

With the keys to his father’s brand new cherry red Audi R8 in hand, Remy hurried into the garage and quickly slid into the driver’s seat. Thank God for heated seats and steering wheels. His father was more than happy to let him borrow the new to spend time with girl. He had been worried that Remy would spend the next several months’ jet setting back and forth to New Orleans every weekend until the ground thawed. Tomorrow they would be taking a business road trip together to Lima to look at several restaurant investments. So, letting Remy take the car out for some fun today was the reward for being patient tomorrow.

Remy programmed Val’s address into the onboard navigation systems, and pressed the button to raise the garage door. After finding the playlist he had uploaded to the stereo systems hard drive, he was on his way to picking up Val. He was hoping that she could show him a good stretch of highway where he could to the car out and really open her up. Remy’s never met a girl whose panties didn’t get just a little wet from speeding down the road in a luxury sports car. Not that he was exactly trying to get in her pants, but there was an ego thing involved. And she was hot. There was no doubt about that. But he was and would remain a perfect southern gentleman.

Pulling up in front of her house, he sent her a message to let her know he’d arrived and that he’d be waiting for her at the front door. There was no need to waste time with the mystery of who was knocking at the door or ringing the doorbell.

It was obvious when Cash had asked about spending the night over at his friend Brittany’s house that his mother was dying to ask him about Santana. The concern and worry about the fight was written all over her face. Even though she had assured him that no matter what the fight had been about, we would work it out there was something in her eyes. She was worried more than she was letting on, and it confused him as to why since she didn’t know what the fight involved.

Regardless, she had said yes and let him stay at Brittany’s. Brittany was like the sister he’d never had and had mentioned this to his mother several times. If anyone was going to help him out of his funk from his and Santana’s stalemate of not talking to each other, it would be his honorary sister, Brittany.

After picking up some surprises for Brittany, Cash found himself standing on her front porch with his overnight bag slung over his shoulder and shopping bag in hand. He carefully reached up to ring her doorbell and waited for her to answer.

( I was feelin' done in... )

It wasn't that Thad wanted his fellow council members to live in fear, it was just that... okay. He can't lie. Today, he felt that a healthy amount of fear would be good for them. And they kind of deserved it. They had put him under a considerable amount of stress over the past few weeks - all of the Warblers had.

He did not like what was happening to them as a group. Had they forgotten what the Warblers stood for? Honesty, integrity, musical excellence. Relying on their hard work and talent in competitions, not petty mind games and literally throwing things in their opposition's faces. He didn't want to lay the blame on one person, but recently it had become increasingly tempting to do so anyway. The moment Sebastian Smythe had waltzed in and started to take over suspiciously coincided with the moment subtle, unfavorable changes had started to take place within the group. Things had been snowballing out of control for a while now, but this past week... this was the final straw. It was time for something to be done.

And that started with whipping his fellow council members back into shape. The petty squabbling and passive aggressive attitudes had to stop, or Thad was going to throttle them both. He'd set out the refreshments (Perrier and a platter of assorted crackers and cheeses), and now all that was left was to await his fellow councilmen's arrival. He leaned back in his chair behind the long table at the front of the Warbler's practice room, and kept an expectant eye on the door.

( What kind of heart doesn't look back )

So, Luke was nervous. Who would've thought that the kid with a vicious tongue, and confidence to spare, would be standing by the punch bowl of his mother's awards dinner feeling nervous. It was the first time that Luke and Noah had been in the same vicinity since they had that night together. True to form, Noah did what he always did when he was confused: he ran away. The only difference was that usually when he was angry or annoyed, there were times when he'd just blow off steam and talk to him. This was the first time, aside from that first date gone horribly wrong, that he'd avoided him all together. Summer not withstanding. To be fair, Luke didn't blame him. Up until this point, someone who was supposed to be straight and hadn't ever done anything with a dude, wasn't exactly used to hooking up with a dude. Let alone someone who was your friend. New experiences, boundaries pushed, and Luke couldn't blame him from wanting to keep his distance.

Didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.

Luckily, though, Puck had finally come out of hiding in time to be his date. Though he shied away from using that word. No sense in startling the already startled teen. If Luke were honest, and he'd admit it if he asked, a part of him would love it if this was something real - more than just Noah helping him out so he wasn't bored. He was realistic, though. Whatever had happened between them, happened. He didn't expect anything from it, though. That would be too much pressure. On both their ends. Instead, he'd just ride it out and see where it took them. Besides, come May, who knew where they'd be. He tried not to think about that, though. No, he'd focus on the task at hand.

Grabbing the two cups, he poured himself and Noah some drinks. "I like him," said the voice from behind him. "A little rough around the edges, but anyone who is willing to do this for a friend is okay in my book." Luke couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, glancing back at his mother. She wore a red dress, hair done up, and she slipped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"The mohawk not scaring you off."

"Oh, please," she replied. "I dated a boy with a mohawk once." She smirked. "College was a fun time."

"Oh, ew, no thank you, mother," he replied as he scrunched his nose. "Let's not walk down that memory lane."

His mother nudged him as she laughed and kissed the side of his head, slipped her arm around his and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Thank you for coming, I know how much you hate these things." Luke shrugged. It was an important day for him. "You like him, don't you?" Luke had grown still for a moment before he took the glasses and lifted them up.

"He's my friend, mother," he replied. "Of course I like him."

"You know what I mean," he replied. "I never understood why you and Jason never worked." She glanced at Puck in the distance. "Is he why?"

"Mom," he hissed. "Let's not do this. He's a friend. That's all." Even if she was right. "Besides, he doesn't like me like that." Though he tried to hide it, there was a sadness that lingered, and all he felt was his mother run her fingers through his hair. "I should go before the vultures start to circulate," he said, finally, and pulled himself away. He smiled at her, though. "I'm fine. Mom." He offered her a wink before seeking out his friend.

Once he found Noah, he offered him a cup of punch. "This is the lamest thing ever," he replied with a grin, "but I managed to get you some of the spiked punch."