Portland Net

Look, I know Jewberry Shortcake mentioned getting some karaoke going and it wasn't a bad idea. Mostly because I was already working on it before she tried to steal it from me, but whatever, that's not the point. The point is, we needs to get our karaoke on so we're gonna start doing it once a week (maybe more if it doesn't suck) at the Teardrop Lounge on Thursday nights. I might even let Berry host it with me, if I'm in a good mood.

Oh, and just a warning? If you suck? The Teardrop won't be held responsible if someone (probably me) throws things at you. Thank God there's alcohol, because that's the only way I'm gonna be able to deal with this.

Anyway, Thursday night, be there and before you ask, yes I'm gonna sing and yes, I accept tips. You're welcome.

Rainbow Dash, Lady Hummel, I expect you both there. No excuses. If I have to deal with this, so do you. Plus, you know, you guys don't suck, so the more the good people sing, the less things get thrown at the ones who suck.

So I need some help here. Is there any guys out there that are good, well, let me rephrase that, GREAT dancers and singers? I'm helping out with a new lesson or theme and I have a great song that I want to show them when school starts back up again. Any takers?

Gleeks, Ruby Lucas & Matt:

I JUST GOT HIM BACK FROM THAT DEMON.

AND I GOT HIM A PUPPY.

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH A PUPPY BUT NO BLAINE?!

While we're all side eyeing the wishing well, say hello to Presley, whom I'm pretty sure my fiancé likes more than he likes me at this point.

My original no-dogs-on-the-bed plan? Totally ruined. I had such high hopes.


Matt & Stiles:

Blaine is adamant that Presley not be left home alone because he's just a puppy and it'll make him sad, so at least until he gets a little older he's coming into the office with me. Considering I spend half of my time doing Matt's shopping (you're welcome), it probably won't make a huge difference anyway.

I hope neither of you are allergic or have a hate-on for adorable baby animals.

Private to Blaine's Friends + TFW:

Blaine's in the hospital, but he's not hurt. He's not possessed anymore, and an Angel was able to heal the injuries that the demon caused him. It's probably still too dangerous out there for anyone to try and come out and see him, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind the visitors. If you do decide to visit him, you should probably take it easy around him. He's been through a really traumatizing experience, and he's gonna be freaked about this for a while. Just be patient with him.

TFW Only:

I'm gonna be taking up some extra shifts at the hospital. It's still crazy here, and being home is only going to give me more time to think I'd rather be helping out where I can instead of doing nothing. Don't worry I'm fine. Everyone still okay?

Oh... before I forget... Hey Crowley? Fuck you.

Dear Demon Who Has Decided To Steal My Fiance:

Give him back. I demand that Blaine be returned to me, unharmed. See, when things got bad around here, we made friends with the hunters who have your number. Blaine is going to come back to me one way or another, and you might as well make it easier on yourself.

This is unacceptable. I am terrified not afraid of you, and if you think you're keeping him away from me, you've got another thing coming.

So I'm stuck at the office, because my boss heard something (which I'm willing to bet is those damn flying monkeys and whatever Reavers are) and told me to hide under the desk. Then he stripped, which is not as sexy as it sounds, because he's wearing a red superhero jumpsuit under there, and ran off with his equally unsexy superhero friend to go fight things.

This is Kurt Hummel, coming to you all from under a desk. I'd really like to not be here if someone could do me a favor and get me home, preferably with all my limbs intact.

Are there any dogs for sale? I miss Mcconaughey. And I feel so depressed about Mercedes. It's like we didn't actually break up, but I remember it happening. And I remember feeling like so much crap. The only thing that made me feel better was seeing myself naked on that bus and then going home to Lima.

Except I'm still here. This sucks.

I want a dog.

FILTERED TO KURT HUMMEL:

#1: I love you.

#2: I'm a boy.

#3: We should celebrate that fact.

This wasn't the city that I'd planned to start over in, but it'll do. With a little string-pulling from Holly, it's official: the Law Offices of Matt Murdock are now open for business. Or they will be. Soon.

It's just me right now, which is a problem, but before I put wanted ads in the paper I thought I'd ask the community of portal refugees. I'm currently hiring a receptionist, a paralegal, and a secretary/assistant who can handle filing, organizing, and taking notes/dictation. Knowledge of Braille isn't necessary but you'll be working with it. I might want a private investigator in my pocket, too.

And if any of you are lawyers and in need of a legal partner... let's talk. I worked with my best friend for almost my entire legal career thus far and I don't want to be alone and it feels weird for it to be the law offices of just me.

Rebekah & Rachel:

I'm quitting. No, I don't want to talk and/or fight about it.

Blaine & Ruby:

I quit my job, so I guess I'll be pounding the pavement for a while. I just want to get as far away from this vampire drama as possible. So done.

Okay, listen up people, because I'm only gonna say this once. If someone wants to say something to me, then you need to fucking say it to me instead of being the little bitch you are and saying stuff to my girlfriend(s) behind my back. In fact, you needs to keep your damn mouth shut about things you know absolutely nothing about.

I'm talking to whoever the hell this applies to, but mostly this is for you, Prancy Smurf. You don't know anything about what the hell I'm dealing with right now. You haven't even bothered to fucking speak to me since any of this happened so don't you dare pretend you know what's going on with me. Because if you thought I was a bitch before? You have no idea what I'm capable of now. Got it?

Consider this your PSA.

Hey! So, I loved the idea of a video that Sam suggested. However, I thought maybe we could just all get together and just have a night amongst friends. I was thinking that next Sunday since the Teardrop is closed, we could transform it into a comfortable setting and throw a small gathering for Santana. I know she's dealing with her control, but I did talk to Rebekah and there are measures that we could take to prevent any accidents. She told me about vervain, which she'll provide us with. It's supposed to repel vampires and make us less tasty to vampires. Which is great.

I was thinking that we could all maybe sing a song for Santana and also maybe one for Rebekah considering she's taken on Santana so generously and protectively. I talked briefly with Santana tonight and there was a moment that I felt where she really missed us. Sam, I'm in no way trying to dismiss your idea, but I think if we all try and come together, it would really help her out and maybe help us out as well. Maybe it could lessen our fears if we try and associate with the vampire's that are taking care of her and guiding her. I do understand if it's too much, but I really believe that if we're accepting despite our fear of being killed that it will help Santana with her transition and maybe help her deal with this better.

We will need a theme. If you're wanting to do a song, that's perfect. I'd love to get a set list made and of course, we're all included in the group number, I think that's really important. Any and all idea's are welcome, I'd love to hear them. I really want this to happen. This is important and I think we should all be involved. We're only stronger together. If we can get through this, I want to believe we can face anything because we have eachother.

Rebekah will be inviting her vampire family. If we get to know them, that will only help us have a better understanding of what Santana will face and what we will face as well.

FILTERED TO SAM EVANS:

Do I look like I've gained weight to you??

FILTERED TO KURT HUMMEL:

Oh, man, I think laundry day shrank all my jeans. Maybe I should get a pair that has a little more give.

---Somehow talking about ANYTHING other than Santana being a bloodthirsty vampire makes me feel insensitive, but I don't know what else to do. We can't have a musical intervention yet because Santana will eat people, and not just tell us how much we suck like last time.

Winchesters & Co.:

I'm Kurt Hummel. You kidnapped my fiance and tied him up in your basement because he thought you were serial killers, and one of you works with my brother.

I love my friends. I love Santana. She's a huge pain in the ass, she's made my life hell more often than not, but she's family to me. I care what happens to her. I'm all about supporting her through this whole mess, but the fact of the matter is that she turned into a thing that eats people.

Santana's been My friend Quinn, she I'm not supposed to be telling you this, but I'm terrified I don't know what to do God I'm scared

I need you all to promise me that if push comes to shove and you have to do your jobs, don't draw it out. I know that if something big happens, you'll have to protect people, but please remember that she's a person too.

FILTERED TO GLEE PEOPLE (EXCLUDING SANTANA):

I just wanted to apologize for freaking out and snapping at all of you. I was scared. I still am. Santana left the house and while I feel better about not being attacked accidentally in my sleep, I also don't know anything about what's happening to her. None of this is okay, and I don't care if Santana says she's happier this way because that's got to be crazy vampire-brain talking or she's trying to cover things up because she doesn't talk "feelings."

ETA: I'm not sorry about going to the Winchesters. This isn't like the time Sebastian got rock salt in my eye. This is the time when we'd go to the police, only we can't. They're the closest thing to vampire police we have. This is bigger than us, and way out of our league.

FILTERED TO SANTANA:

Um. So. How's it going?

I'm going to come by and pick up my things and then I'm going to go stay with Rachel and Finn for awhile. Santana is staying with Rebekah. I just wanted you to know where I'll be.

My network has been totally on the fritz and with everything going on, I forgot to mention-- Shawn's gone. His stuff, too. So he's probably home now, I guess.

It looks like it might be dying down out there. Maybe we're through the worst? It's hard to tell.

Listen up losers, everyone can stop freaking out now. I'm fine. So calm your lame asses down and get over it, okay? It's not the end of the world or whatever the hell you think it is. I'm still here, just new and improved and I don't know how it's possible, but even hotter than I already was.


[Private to Dani]

Quinn said you were here. Hi.

I don't know how to say this so here it is.

Santana was attacked by a vampire last night that killed her. She died with vampire blood in her system so she's a vampire now. We're staying with Rebekah so she can help Santana with the transition.