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| Annie Brown | Aug 16 2010, 05:22 PM Post #311 |
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My Weakness Is That I Care Too Much.
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Annie was lying on the counter, and it was probably one of the most awkward things she'd experienced in her life. She couldn't really do it anymore, so she got up from the counter, and as she started to pull her dress back on, Quinn dropped a bomb. Puck is the baby's dad. Annie just stood there, not really knowing what was about to happen, other than an extreme fall out. She tried to back into a corner to get away from the mess. |
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| Finn Hudson | Aug 16 2010, 05:39 PM Post #312 |
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Football Quarterback. Glee Stud.
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Finn couldn't believe it. This was really happening. No alcoholic daze to snap out of, no nightmare to wake up from, just pure reality. He had a feeling, just a tiny one though, that he might not have been the father, considering that they didn't have sex. But he believed Quinn. He believed her, he stayed up all those nights thinking about the baby, he did everything he could to try and look for a job, just so he could try and raise the baby, only to find out that none of it was real. Only to hear, now, in front of all these people, that two of the people he trusted most were stabbing him in the back all this time. He threw his hands aimlessly in the air, letting go of Quinn's grasp and turning to Puck. Puck pissed him off even more, considering all the crap that he had been making Finn guilty for. He trusted him and though Finn has screwed up in their friendship before, none of those were as this bad. He shook his head, scoffing, unable to believe that he could hardly see a sign of remorse on his former friend's face, before throwing a punch coming out of nowhere, hitting Puck squarely on the nose. Finn shook his hand vigorously, hoping to make it numb so that he could punch him again, but he controlled himself. He took a deep breath, before making his way out of the kitchen, paying no attention to the bottles that he knocked to the ground as he rushed past them. |
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| Quinn Fabray | Aug 16 2010, 06:19 PM Post #313 |
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You suck, You Suck, You suck
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Quinn looked at everyone and walked out she opened the front door and closed it behind her and sat on the porch |
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| Noah Puckerman | Aug 16 2010, 07:10 PM Post #314 |
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Firm Believer of Going Commando
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Puck flew back from the punch he received from Finn and fell onto his ass. He never felt so humiliated in his life. He got up and looked around, people were staring at him like he was a criminal. He knew that this would happen. This was Quinn's fault! She threw him under a bus and made it seem like it was all his fault! He ran from the kitchen and pushed Finn as hard as he could onto the ground. "Dude, I honestly don't give two fucks if you are mad at me. But you are NOT about to think that this is all my fault! She might have gotten drunk and she wanted it just as much as I did! She begged for it because she felt fat that night! Fuck all of this, dude. I'm gone." Puck turned around and ran out to the porch, not before seeing Quinn there though. "I can't believe you did that. Bitch." said Puck angrily as he ran off and headed home. |
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| Quinn Fabray | Aug 16 2010, 08:07 PM Post #315 |
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You suck, You Suck, You suck
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Quinn stared at puck has he ran down the road Quinn sighed and rubbed her stomach |
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| Santana Lopez | Aug 16 2010, 10:19 PM Post #316 |
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Free Bitch
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What a fucking week. Virginboy putting his religious ass where it doesnt belong, psychokid tries to kill Finn, Coach Sylvester making us skydive from helicopters in some weirdass rutine and now this. Im sick of this shithole. Santana ignored the fight and apathically looked at the blonde who had joined her "So...you in again?" she said before downing another shot of everclear. |
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| Ashley Marie Bellerose | Aug 16 2010, 11:39 PM Post #317 |
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Ash bit her lip, nodding. She was worried for the girl, but wouldn't admit it, certainly not to her. "Yeah, I'm down," she replied with a shrug. "I think we should stick to the Patron though...this shit's expensive," she gestured at the bottle the brunette was holding, "and not even legal in this state." She finished with a light laugh. She wasn't going to bring up any heavy topics or anything, or try to get her to talk about it. She was just, well, here. She'd do whatever the other girl asked, short of leave her to drink herself to death, or let her drive. |
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| Santana Lopez | Aug 16 2010, 11:51 PM Post #318 |
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Free Bitch
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"Alright then" Santana gathered ten empty shot glasses and filled them all with the Patron and grabbed one and held up the small glass "Bottoms up baby" and sunk the burning liquids. She continued to down the four remaining shots instantly. "You know. As much as you look better without the shirt, its kind of skanky" |
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| Ashley Marie Bellerose | Aug 17 2010, 12:07 AM Post #319 |
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Ash quirked an eyebrow as Santana managed to find ten clean shot glasses. Seriously, how many of these did the Berrys own? She smiled, breathing an inward sigh of relief when she wasn't pushed away, but damn, that was a lot of booze. She downed the five shots in rapid succession, wincing slightly at the last one. She was past her limit, and she knew it. 'Fuck. She raised an eyebrow as the Latina told her she looked good without a shirt, then called her skanky in one sentence. Her brow furrowed in confusion, not quite sure what the other girl was talking about. 'Shirt...?' she thought, looking down. Oh. So that was what she meant. "Oh!" she exclaimed softly, "shit." She bit her lip, feeling the blood rush into her cheeks. 'Should probably fix that...' she mused, before realizing that she had no idea where she had left her shirt. "Um..." she started, dropping her gaze to the floor, "d'you know where it is? My...shirt?" |
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| Kurt Hummel | Aug 17 2010, 12:15 AM Post #320 |
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Free Bitch
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Kurt continued to rub Luke's back as he spoke, listening as he recounted his story. When Luke finished, Kurt moved, glancing up at Luke's face, seeing the sad look there... It broke his heart. "Oh, Luke..." He whispered, biting his lip and brushing some hair out of Luke's face again, placing a kiss on the newly exposed skin. He snuggled up closer to Luke, guiding his head to rest under his chin, against his chest. He pressed his lips to the top of Luke's head, placing his cheek against the spot as he spoke. "That sounds absolutely horrible... I'm so sorry you had to witness that..." He said, stroking the back of Luke's head. He hesitated before speaking again, not sure how what he wanted to say would sound out loud. "But... Do you really wanna let him win? To just... let him get away with shit like that? And to let it come between you and your mom..." Kurt stopped, closing his eyes, thinking for a second. "True, it's easy for me to say stuff like this, and then for you to actually go and do it is a whole other thing, but... I think that you have to do something. Because, if you let this come between you and your mom like it is, and you don't do anything... I know you're gonna regret it." He pressed another kiss to the top of Luke's head, pulling back to stare into Luke's eyes. "I'm not saying you have to - I mean, I totally understand if you don't want to. I just..." He sighed, biting his lip. "Like I said before, hon... Growing up without a mother is something I'm familiar with, and I don't want you to have to go through that as well." He cupped Luke's cheek with his hand, stroking it with his thumb as he spoke. |
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