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[usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com]

Dear Fuckface Asshole who had the damn gall to shove my boy,

Be very, very fucking thankful I wasn't there, or you would be getting up-close-and-personal with a doubledecker bus and the interior of a coffin right now.

No love and may a flesh eating virus attack your penis from the inside out,

- Quinn Fabray.

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[usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com]

Dear Fuckface Asshole who had the damn gall to shove my boy,

Be very, very fucking thankful I wasn't there, or you would be getting up-close-and-personal with a doubledecker bus and the interior of a coffin right now.

No love and may a flesh eating virus attack your penis from the inside out,

- Quinn Fabray.

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[warble-on-jeff.livejournal.com]

I'm goin' to Miami to see my friends! \o/ And now I can't stop singing Will Smith... "I'm goin' to Miami! Bienvenido a Miami!"

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[warble-on-jeff.livejournal.com]

I'm goin' to Miami to see my friends! \o/ And now I can't stop singing Will Smith... "I'm goin' to Miami! Bienvenido a Miami!"

"I want to know what love is."

[rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com]

Who: rockstarwarbler, jewhawk and possibly later justbeingaqueen (if Blaine grows a pair)
What: Where Blaine needs Puck to remind him he actually has a pair
Where: Heading for Chique Shores Salon, Miami
When: Monday afternoon, two days after THIS
Rating: Who knows yet

It was a coffee shop across the road and just diagonal from the salon Blaine had been in just a couple of days before. After being on a constant one-track all weekend like a broken record about the hot guy at the salon who was hurt, Puck finally told Blaine to grab his balls and do something about it if he wanted to... only after laughing his ass off and pulling the piss out of Blaine for forgetting to even get the guy's number. Of course, Blaine spent the whole weekend too-ing and fro-ing about whether he should do anything about it, changing his mind at least three times every hour for or against. He even made a pros and cons list before he started to draw lovehearts and smiley faces all over the paper, giving Puck even more piss-pulling fuel.

Finally, Puck offered to go with Blaine when Blaine started to err more on the side of not doing anything, and as far as Puck as was concerned, Blaine needed to get laid and badly. As soon as they got anywhere near the salon, though, Blaine chickened out again and dragged Puck into the coffee shop instead and ordered a three-course brunch so he could sit at the window seat and scope out the entrance of the salon. Maybe if Puck saw the guy first, he could offer his opinion on whether Blaine should pursue it? It sounded like a good idea at the time, at least until it came they had been sitting there two hours and still no sign of the guy arriving at or leaving the salon.

Blaine's leg was bouncing anxiously at the table as he picked up his third coffee for a sip, and because his eyes weren't leaving the salon door across the street, he promptly dribbled it all down his chin and cursed in frustration. "Shit!" He grabbed a napkin to wipe up the mess and then looked over at Puck. "What if he's not even working today?"

"I want to know what love is."

[rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com]

Who: rockstarwarbler, jewhawk and possibly later justbeingaqueen (if Blaine grows a pair)
What: Where Blaine needs Puck to remind him he actually has a pair
Where: Heading for Chique Shores Salon, Miami
When: Monday afternoon, two days after THIS
Rating: Who knows yet

It was a coffee shop across the road and just diagonal from the salon Blaine had been in just a couple of days before. After being on a constant one-track all weekend like a broken record about the hot guy at the salon who was hurt, Puck finally told Blaine to grab his balls and do something about it if he wanted to... only after laughing his ass off and pulling the piss out of Blaine for forgetting to even get the guy's number. Of course, Blaine spent the whole weekend too-ing and fro-ing about whether he should do anything about it, changing his mind at least three times every hour for or against. He even made a pros and cons list before he started to draw lovehearts and smiley faces all over the paper, giving Puck even more piss-pulling fuel.

Finally, Puck offered to go with Blaine when Blaine started to err more on the side of not doing anything, and as far as Puck as was concerned, Blaine needed to get laid and badly. As soon as they got anywhere near the salon, though, Blaine chickened out again and dragged Puck into the coffee shop instead and ordered a three-course brunch so he could sit at the window seat and scope out the entrance of the salon. Maybe if Puck saw the guy first, he could offer his opinion on whether Blaine should pursue it? It sounded like a good idea at the time, at least until it came they had been sitting there two hours and still no sign of the guy arriving at or leaving the salon.

Blaine's leg was bouncing anxiously at the table as he picked up his third coffee for a sip, and because his eyes weren't leaving the salon door across the street, he promptly dribbled it all down his chin and cursed in frustration. "Shit!" He grabbed a napkin to wipe up the mess and then looked over at Puck. "What if he's not even working today?"

"You can count on me like 1 2 3, I'll be there."

[gotstarpower.livejournal.com]

Who: gotstarpower and usedtohaveabs
What: A fag and his hags
Where: Jones/Hummel/Fabray Apartment
When: Late in the evening after THIS and two days before THIS
Rating: PG for now

Mercedes was stifling a yawn as she casually flicked through Kurt's latest copy of Vogue that was lying open in her lap. It had been a long, hard shift at work and all she had wanted when she got home was a warm shower, a cup of tea and to relax in her pyjamas. She had just been coming up the hall with mug in hand and magazines under her arm when Kurt had appeared in the doorway of his room on his crutches, but all sleepy and ruffled in his pyjamas. His hair was sticking up in all directions and it was obvious he had just woken up, and the next thing she knew, he was curled up on her bed next her snoozing once again. He said the pain in his ankle woke him up and they were going to do the quiz in Cosmo together but he wasn't awake enough for that, and Mercedes wasn't stupid. She knew sometimes, he just liked company when he wasn't in top form. For someone who had never been in a relationship, he was a cuddle bug, and without a boyfriend, his fag hags had that in their job description.

She was just giving his shoulder an affectionate rub, glad to see him content and sleeping, even if it wasn't in his own bed, when a soft knock came at her bedroom door and then Quinn poked her head in. "Hey, girl. I didn't even know you were still up. The apartment was dead quiet when I got in, except for the TV that was left on. What y'all doing awake? Not that you, of all people, need beauty sleep," she teased.

"You can count on me like 1 2 3, I'll be there."

[gotstarpower.livejournal.com]

Who: gotstarpower and usedtohaveabs
What: A fag and his hags
Where: Jones/Hummel/Fabray Apartment
When: Late in the evening after THIS and two days before THIS
Rating: PG for now

Mercedes was stifling a yawn as she casually flicked through Kurt's latest copy of Vogue that was lying open in her lap. It had been a long, hard shift at work and all she had wanted when she got home was a warm shower, a cup of tea and to relax in her pyjamas. She had just been coming up the hall with mug in hand and magazines under her arm when Kurt had appeared in the doorway of his room on his crutches, but all sleepy and ruffled in his pyjamas. His hair was sticking up in all directions and it was obvious he had just woken up, and the next thing she knew, he was curled up on her bed next her snoozing once again. He said the pain in his ankle woke him up and they were going to do the quiz in Cosmo together but he wasn't awake enough for that, and Mercedes wasn't stupid. She knew sometimes, he just liked company when he wasn't in top form. For someone who had never been in a relationship, he was a cuddle bug, and without a boyfriend, his fag hags had that in their job description.

She was just giving his shoulder an affectionate rub, glad to see him content and sleeping, even if it wasn't in his own bed, when a soft knock came at her bedroom door and then Quinn poked her head in. "Hey, girl. I didn't even know you were still up. The apartment was dead quiet when I got in, except for the TV that was left on. What y'all doing awake? Not that you, of all people, need beauty sleep," she teased.