New Directions

Patricia Stride had decided that Lillian deserved a nice new dress for the prom. She did a wonderful job with re-making all the vintage and heirloom clothing they'd acquired over the years, but if she was going to the prom (with a boy and another girl...sometimes she wondered about her daughter...), Patricia wanted her to be in a style as up to date as she could afford.

So Ned had brought them both to the mall, and while he was checking out the Sears hardware department, she and Lillian were in a dress shop.

"Mom, seriously," Lillian said, "I can just remake something...you don't have to do this, I'm not even a senior yet..."

"Nonsense. And don't argue with your mother when she wants to spoil you. Really, where did I go wrong?" Patricia chuckled.

Lillian grinned and turned back to browsing the racks.

During study hall Rebecca had gotten a hall pass for a long overdue visit to see Miss Pillsbury. For a change nothing was wrong (minus the protesters) and this was a simple update on the confidence gaining project since Christmas. She softly knocked on the door but her blonde hair caught the light a step quicker,"Miss Pillsbury? Its Rebecca". But unlike back in December the girl in the doorway was looking much brighter thanks to newfound confidence.

Will had to admit, he was feeling pretty down. He was getting divorced, he'd betrayed Emma by kissing the coach for Vocal Adrenaline, and now he and Emma were...well, not together.

And he was alone, for the first time since he was fifteen. He wasn't at all sure how to deal with it. The apartment was so quiet.

But right now, he had to concentrate on getting his Glee club in a good place for Regionals. The kids were working hard but there were a lot of distractions. Quinn was getting huge, the RENT production, and of course, various personal problems with the kids. Being a teenager, after all, was difficult, and there were still slushie facials to contend with...

Suffice it to say, Will was worried about the Glee club's chances. But he'd try his hardest...and the kids were working hard.

He clapped his hands to bring the kids to attention. "Okay! So, it's the last call for practice solos, duets, any sort of talent you want to show us...after today, we'll be working flat out on the pieces for Regionals and polished performances. So...let's have fun before we get to work. Show me what you've got!"

[ooc: I'll be in and out all day, just start posting away and I'll answer any tags to Will later! Have fun with this!]

Somehow, they'd found out that the kids were having a RENT rehearsal today. And so, they came out en masse, with signs in hand, and a rather poorly-thought up chant that fell apart every so often.

A group of about 20 protesters with signs are picketing the Gentlemen's Club, mostly women and men but some teens, as well. Most notably, the teens from the Chastity Club are there, yelling with as much venom as they could muster.

Which, for supposedly devoted Christians, is quite a bit.

The kids wanted to garner attention...they've got it.


[ooc: Feel free to use the gleeklub account to interact with the protesters. NO VIOLENT CONFRONTATIONS! period, end of sentence. The protesters know the law. And no one wants to be arrested.]

Quinn was currently in the baby section of the Macy's, looking to use a gift card her Grammie had sent her. Her mom was in another department. Quinn wasn't asking which one.

She very rarely was alone these days. She couldn't drive any more because her belly had grown to interfere with steering. Her mother was hovering.

Between that, the fact that Finn was still angry with her (not that she blamed him), and the fact that her pregnancy pants were getting tight, Quinn was not in the best of moods. She was tired of being pregnant, tired of being this big, and tired of not being able to move. She couldn't believe she still needed to wait another whole month before the baby came.

Quinn had...never been good at patience. And this was no different. But at least she was alone for a few minutes, and could clear her head. She was currently looking at cozy bedding for the baby's crib. She was starting to get sleepy already.

Both sides were now ready, the NCAA playoffs in the Red Room while Doctor Who was set up in the living room. But at the same time all Rebecca was hoping for was someone, anyone, would show up for the viewing party she had planned for a delayed 16th birthday party. "Sis, don't freak" reassured Alex,"Someone will show, we did send out that mass email with party plans after all". "Your right, as usual" Rebecca relaxed,"Someone has to be the sane twin after all" as she pulled out the dvd with the first episode of the party, the Ninth Doctor's first story "Rose".

Rebecca was perched atop one bench with her sandwich in hand as she went back to a copy of "The Looking Glass Wars" between bites. She knew the party invites were tucked in her bag just in case the email she sent did not get to everyone within Glee as she watched for Alex, after all today is their birthday. "But for now I can pretend the book version of Hatter sounds like Connor from Primeval" she joked to herself as she turned a page.

Melissa didn't look like she was feeling so hot. Brooke noticed her sister was never without a tissue and her eyes looked blurry and tired. << You really need to make an appointment with a doctor. >>

( And leave you hanging? )

Alex and I are having a joint birthday party this weekend thanks to the actual day falling mid-week. His side is having a NCAA playoffs viewing party and my side is a best of Doctor Who (Ninth and Tenth Doctors with several Classic Who Doctors mixed in) viewing party so 7 PM on Saturday at my house?

*insert address*

Rebecca

An hour before kickoff, and things were coming together for the Super Bowl gathering. The Rutherfords were all home and gathered as per tradition. Matt's father was sitting in his lucky recliner, feet up. Jonah and Matt were seated on different sections of the wraparound couch. The men chattered amicably amongst pre-game coverege. Occasionally, Matt checked his phone, in case people needed directions to his house or similar.

In the kitchen, Mama Rutherford and her three daughters were busy preparing food for the party. Since they were expecting guests this year, they were preparing extra food--perhaps too much, but teenage boys could eat! (Heck, so could teenage girls.) The delicious smells wafted through the house.

(In the right place this time!)

( Give love on Christmas Day )

Emma clutches onto her bag, walking in the hallway toward her office. She is still pretty distracted...

-What happened between you and Will was wrong, Emma. You two are together now, but you go ahead and go all the way with him on the first date? Since when are you that kind of girl?-

But she's relieved that work will become a distraction from her distraction.

Turning a corner, she sees a girl near her office, one that she's never spoken to before. She's sitting down, staring at her hands, shaking almost.

Emma isn't blind. The girl's face is bruised.

"Hello. Can I help you?" Emma kneels down to the girl's level and tries to make eye contact with her, but the girl just stares into her lap.

This is serious.

( There is no I in TEAM. There is, however, 'tea' )

Even though this wasn't precisely a frivolous party, that didn't mean that it wasn't a social event! Therefore, there are munchies and soft drinks, and plenty of seating in the Fabray's den.

The Abrams' had come over to help her organize the meeting and create the agenda. Mrs. Fabray had looked over the site over the past few days and she couldn't believe how horrible and cruel the writers were.

When she was a girl, nothing had been this vicious.

Mrs. Fabray sighed and as the first attendees to the meeting began to arrive, she called, "Quinnie, could you get that?"

( State your name, rank, and intention! )

( Everybody Wang Chung Tonight! Whatever that means... )

Rebecca had gotten lost on the way to the lunchroom and decided to make full use of the empty hallway she somehow found herself in. "Today its the paso doble" she decided as she started to dance through the hallway, hitting the foot placement of one of the harder International Latin dances. She had made one decision besides tipping off her brother and dance partner about random slushie attacks, she was going to stop living in fear of what she was. But to be on the safe side had chosen the jeans that had survived 15 washings in one week after a bad spree of being a bully target back in Keaton.

As she spun through the dance she was watching for anything off or anything being aimed at her. *If all else fails I pull off a spin and it'll hopefully backfire* she mused to herself. But all anyone could see was a sea of blue, black, white blonde hair and a small hint of silver (via her Dalek earrings). And well the sight of the paso doble outside the ballroom is a little unusual at the same time.

That was when it finally happened, an unknown person slammed a slushie right into Rebecca.