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Taryn really didn't mind that the entire group seemed to have something to do besides her. She knew good and well that it wasn't her place to lead, nor was she the ideal person to pick for a scouting mission. She was too jumpy and going inside that dark motel looking for undead just wasn't a good idea in her book. She'd end up getting spooked and scream, which would only make matters worse since loud noises attracted zombies like booze to an alcoholic. So it really was better that no one expected her to join in on the planning and execution part of this plan. She'd just stay by the car where it was safe and wait until someone gave the all clear before she sprinted into the motel and got that shower she was craving so much. If she was lucky, maybe there would be some clothes lying around. While she had some, most were either torn to bits or just ready to fall apart at the seams. They didn't exactly pass by department stores when they were driving since they liked to stay off of the busier highways. Pretty new clothes weren't things they came by very often but what Taryn wouldn't give for a dress or a jacket. The ones she had just weren't cutting it anymore. The two dressed she had were basically shirts now because they were torn so short and her jacket... well it was the one she had been wearing when she left her friends house to morning of the outbreak. It worked about as good as a race horse with three legs.

Taryn's mind was so concentrated on clothes and showers that she barely even registered what Tristan said to her until he turned his attention away from her. Blinking a few times, she stared after him and wondered if she had heard right. Usually when they found places to sleep, it was Wendy and her to a room and Tristan and Ben to another. They didn't mix and when they did, it was usually Ben who got stuck with her... which was completely fine with her since he radiated more body heat than anyone she had ever met. But Tristan... he never roomed with her. There had been a few times when he did and he had taken the floor, making Taryn feel like he'd rather get no sleep than sleep anywhere close to her. Honestly, she preferred rooming with Wendy or Ben. At least they didn't mind sleeping in the same bed with her... at least they didn't treat her like she had some sort of infectious disease. Frowning, Taryn tried not to dweel on the disappointed tone that Tristan's voice had taken on when he had spoken and let her eyes fall to the ground as she leaned back against the car. Trinkles of conversation reached her ears but she didn't really lock onto anything in particular until Mini Baldy piped up, laying on the charm for Wendy. It wasn't a surprise to Taryn that Wendy was getting line after line from the new guys. She was gorgeous and it took a blind man not to see that.. not to mention she could kick a** with the best of 'em. She was everything Taryn wanted to be, but everything she wanted to keep herself from being all at the same time. She loved her, no doubt but being like her would mean giving up every single part of herself. And making Tristan look at her the way Ben looked at Wendy just didn't seem worth giving up everything... especially since it wasn't even a given.

Smiling weakly down at the ground, Taryn's bright blue eyes darting up the moment Ben spoke, his tone defensive and ripe with jealousy. Taryn fought back the urge to laugh at the display, all thoughts of Tristan escaping her for the time being. The scene in front of her was so purely human that it almost hurt. Ben and Sid glaring at each other, both vying for the attention of Wendy who seemed oblivious to all of it. It was like something she had seen in the older kids when she first started high school, something she never really understood until she met Tristan. She never understood why someone wouldn't just come out and say they had feelings for someone else. All the p***y footing around seemed pointless to her... until she realized just how hard admitting something like that was. How rejection was right under being killing by a zombie on her fears list. Pushing the thoughts from her mind for the upteenth time that day, Taryn tightened her arms across her chest and watched as Ben and everyone else seemed to merge into the other team. They were all armed but Taryn didn't need a gun right now. The trunk was open and she was standing right beside it so at the first sign of zombies, she could quickly grab a gun and go to town. No need in having it on her person if she wasn't even sure she'd need it. As the group made their way towards the building, Taryn found herself wishing that someone would stay behind with her but all of her group were needed. Wendy was the best fighter out of them all and if Tristan wasn't involved he'd feel like he was losing his spot as leader. Ben could've stayed behind but that meant leaving Wendy out in the open with zombies and short, semi bald guys who wanted to throw up on her. Really, Taryn would never understand the male mind.

At the sound of shoes hitting the pavement close to where she stood, Taryn looked up to find the blond who had saved her making her way towards the car with a smile on her face. when she reached it, Taryn painted on an equally bright smile. "Same as everybody else, I suppose." She said softly, a hint of amusement in her voice. She didn't really have a story. She was just lucky... very, very lucky. If it hadn't been for Wendy and Tristan finding her she'd probably be dead by now. As Caitlyn Belle spoke up again, Taryn couldn't help but laugh softly at the comment. She really didn't like that cop chick and her desire to give everyone ridiculous nicknames. "Yeah, I'm not really the super hero type." Taryn commented before turning her body to the tall, slightly older woman beside her. Her eyes wandered around for a moment before she locked them onto Caitlyn Belle's face. "Thanks for saving my butt back there. It's usually Tristan who does that, but he was a little preoccupied." It was an ugly truth, one Taryn really didn't like sharing. She hated how much of a liability she was and how the rest of her team always had to help her out of sticky situations... but at least she helped them keep morale high. Letting her eyes flow over to the group, they locked onto Tristan instantly and she felt her stomach do a strange jerk. She always loved how Tristan looked in battle. The way his dark eyes narrowed into impossibly small slits when he was about to shot and how the muscles in his arms twitched with every shot he took. Shaking her head and tearing her eyes from him, Taryn returned her gaze to the ground. "Not that, you know, I always need saving." Who was she kidding? She was Robin, doing her best to be the hero but always getting himself caught by the bad guys. Thankfully there were plenty of Batmans around to save her, but what happened when one of them was a little too late?





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Wesley Marx wasn't an idiot, though at times many might beg to differ. He knew exactly what Taylor was thinking from the moment his name fell from her lips in that deflated tone. He knew she could tell something was wrong but it was never like Taylor to pry, at least not with him. Where it anyone else she'd annoy the hell out of them until they cracked, spilling whatever secret it was they wished to conceal. With him she was more patient, opting for the friendly root which let him come out with said secret in his own time.. when he felt like he wanted to talk about it. Those instances were quite rare since Wesley was never the type of man to talk about his feelings. It wasn't that he was too much of a man or that he felt talking about what he was feelings did him no good, he just knew how everyone saw him and that he had to keep that idea of himself in their heads. If he started whining about how frustrated he was and began going on about how he was rarely getting any sleep anymore because the stress was eating away at him.. well he just wouldn't be that guy anymore. He'd end up turning into one of those heroes that just lets their problems consume them, one that complains more than they help. He wasn't going to be that sort of leader. He liked the way things were run, he liked that he had a reputation for being calm and collected and he wanted more than anything to go back to the time when he really was that man. When he was intimidating and demanded respect, instead of getting pity and concern instead. When he really was an amazing man and not just the shell of one. He'd get himself back, he knew that he'd find that one thing that was causing all this doubt inside his head and he'd come back from it.. but it would take time. Which at the moment, just wasn't something he was swimming in.

When Taylor's voice struck up again, Wesley let out a small huff of air at the sound of it. Again there was that concerned voice which to anyone else might be a bit of a relief, might make them feel better just by showing that someone cared enough to be concerned.. but it didn't relieve Wesley. Instead it showed him just how much he was showing his emotions on the outside. Had he been in control no one would be the wiser. They would think he was still the same leader he had always been. The guy with the master plan and the one who didn't let anything get to him. He wasn't doing his job right and that was evident in Taylor's voice. Then again, she had always been able to see through his bullshit. Knowing someone for as long as Taylor had known Wesley put you in tune with their mannerisms, but that still didn't mean that Wesley was happy with the fact that she saw right through his well crafted facade. He didn't comment on it or even show that he noticed her concern. There was no lingering gaze.. no gaze all in fact. Just Wesley staring across the way at a metal panel that was smashed in or down at his hands which were folded in his lap. He didn't have the time or the energy to break down again. The situation with Raegan was going to be difficult enough to deal with, having another more serious one with Taylor just wasn't on his agenda. So he pushed the feelings inside of him as far down as they cold go and listened to the girl beside him. She really was good at this whole playing along concept.

"I don't know what we would do without you." What I would do without you, he finished in his mind, knowing that voicing it aloud wouldn't help the situation at all. It was the truth though. Both the team and Wesley needed her more than they knew. She was fast and thus she could do things the others could only dream of.. not to mention she was Wesley's rock, the one person he could count on for anything. She'd never go behind his back like Raegan, she'd never decide to take on a villain herself unless they had agreed on it beforehand or she got some confirmation from Wesley. She was one of the few people he could trust with just about anything in his life, including his past which was definitely something very few people knew of. "We need all the firepower we can get and losing you.. well losing anyone might just mean the end of this war." And not in their favor. Wesley knew what losing one of his own would do to the team. Their sense of purpose would intensify but instead of fighting for the city, for it's people.. they'd be out for revenge. While vengeance was a good motivator, it made people sloppy and stupid and it got them killed faster than any other emotion. Their grief would turn into pure hatred and then Saturn would get what he wanted. He'd be able to take them all out one by one until the heroes were annihilated and he was the victor. What an ugly day that would be.

Once the odd feeling left by his words faded, the pair were plummeted into silence once more.. an awkward, tense silence that Wesley didn't want to break for fear that the conversation might turn to why he was acting so strange. Wesley wasn't a chatterbox in any way but he wasn't the type to sit around awkwardly either. Then again, Taylor had interrupted his time of the roof which was an unspoken rule in the hide out. When Wes was on the roof, it was better to leave him be unless there was a pressing matter to be discussed. There were quite a few at the moment but Wesley didn't feel like discussing any of them. He just wanted to be alone. He wanted to sleep and he wanted to wake up tomorrow, go to work and devise another plan of attack on the opposing team. He wanted to forget what happened tonight and move on from it.. but that didn't seem to be in the cards for any of them. They couldn't move past it until they talked about it and they couldn't talk about it until Wesley stopped being mopey and apologized to Raegan. That was easier said than done given Raegan's stubborn behavior and Wesley's previous actions. It would take a lot of effort just the get the boy to listen, let alone to get an equally genuine apology out of him as well.

Running a calloused hand over the scruff on his face, Wesley began moving his feet back and forth against the side of the warehouse, reveling in the noise it made every time one of his boots hit it. Where he in a talkative mood he might've asked Taylor's opinion on the weather or some significant event that had the nation's attention, but he felt more comfortable avoiding conversation than he did having it at the moment. A part of him wished she'd just go away, so that he could have some time to himself before he decided to confront Raegan.. but another, larger part of him cursed himself for thinking such a thing. If Taylor wanted to be up on the roof with him, who was he to stop her? As the thoughts clouded his brain and his feet continued to bang softly on the side of the building, he barely heard the sound of feet hitting the roof behind him. He did however hear the soft grunt that accompanied the landing and it caused all the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. Wesley tensed and clenched his hands into fists before turning his head slowly towards the place where the sound had come from. He was still, ready to pounce into action when his eyes caught a head of dark, messy hair and a lanky body. He relaxed noticeably at the realization that this wasn't some villain come to play once more, having followed them back since they were all too shaken to make sure they weren't being followed. It was a quick moment of relaxation, followed immediately by another bout of tensing. Was he really going to have to do this apology thing in front of Taylor?

What are you two doing here? Raegan's voice comes out in a pant but Wesley can tell he would rather be anywhere but on the roof at the moment. It's too dark to make out any details but Wesley is pretty sure he can see wide eyes and a shocked expression. It wasn't the smartest thing for Rae to do, sticking around on a roof that held two people that weren't exactly happy with him at the moment. Taylor had almost lost her head because of him and Wesley, well he was mad for more than just that. The sheer weight of his presence seemed to ignite a fire in Wesley's gut and the stare that the pair shared didn't do much to quell it. Tearing his eyes from his shock stricken comrade, Wesley rolled his eyes and turned back towards the sea of warehouses before him. "Avoiding you," he answered soft enough that Raegan might not have caught it. It wasn't necessarily the best way to start off his apology but it wasn't entirely false either. The pair of them were too annoyed with his behavior to talk civilly at the moment, Mars more so now that Wesley had calmed down but the annoyance still burned in his stomach. Reagan was too rash for his own good, a habit Wesley had yet to break him of. He charged into situations head on and while that wasn't always a bad trait, it wasn't a good habit to have when one was a part of a team. Raegan needed to know that and so far Wesley hadn't been able to get through to him. Scolding didn't work and yelling seemed to make things even worse.

What was a man to do? What was Wesley to do? All he had wanted was a little time by himself on the roof, to think things through and to come up with some way to get rid of Saturn and his goons once and for all. So that they could go back to the good ole days, when the cities most wanted criminals didn't have powers.. just guns and bad attitudes. Shifting uncomfortably, Wesley felt Raegan's eyes boring into his back but he didn't dare turn around. He didn't want another fight, he didn't want to deal with Rae and his snotty attitude at the moment. He just wanted to be left alone but that didn't seem to be something that was attainable at the moment. Especially since there seemed to be yet another person climbing up the stairs that led up to the roof. As the steps grew louder, Wesley grew more agitated and rose from his position on the edge of the roof as the door opened. He knew who it was before he even looked at her. Who else could it have been? Once up on his feet, Wesley brushed the dirt off of his back and turned on his heels. He listened to Natalia's confused voice ring out and ran his hand through his hair once more. He knew it was messy, sticking up everywhere like it did every time he teleported. There was no use in styling it anymore since it just got ruffled up no matter what he did, so he just let it do it's own thing. "No. No meeting," he grumbled under his breath, eyes cast down at the ground as his mind raced. Since he had them all here, the last he could do was have a make shift meeting. They wouldn't plan anything major, but a boost in morale seemed to be needed. Maybe he'd buy them all an ice cream cone to say sorry for being such a d**k.

Walking over to part of the roof that wasn't occupied, Wesley slowly shrugged off the long black coat her wore and folded it. He laid it over a pipe that was a few feet above the floor of the roof and turned back to the group. Reaching up, he loosened his blood red tie and slipped it off slowly, his eyes wandering from team mate to team mate. They all looked confused and slightly hopeful, waiting for him to say something inspiring like he always did. Waiting for the words that would make everything alright again. "I messed up." He finally said, throwing his tie on top of his coat before unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. "We all did." He continued, rolling up the sleeves of his dark shirt up until the elbows and letting his eyes fall back to the ground. "We're getting sloppy, each and every one of us. We seem to think that because we're fighting for what's right, we're going to prevail. That work isn't needed when we have justice on our side." This was becoming a speech.. he was giving one of his long winded speeches again and he wasn't meaning to. It was just coming out, most of it projection of how he was feeling. "Saturn isn't going to back down just because we want him to. We've got to work harder, we've got to get more creative. We've got to stop Saturn and his army before..." he paused, back turned to his three teammates as his eyes scanned the rooftops. This was his way of telling them he needed help without asking for it outright. His plans were obviously failing for a reason so he was open to ideas. Open to just about anything really.. as long as it helped them win. "Saturn's planning something big.. I can feel it. I just hope we're ready when it comes." He spoke softly, not even sure if the three heroes behind him cold hear him. It didn't matter.. he was sure they could feel it to. The threat looming over the city, the strange goose bump type of feeling that just wouldn't go away. Something bad was going to happen soon and if Wesley didn't stop it.. well it might be over for the heroes and their beloved city.


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[longbeard stinkypants]

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Quinn wasn't at all surprised when Puck went with the freak out option, though she was grateful he didn't lay it on too thick. They were in Rachel Berry's bathroom after all, only a few feet from the kitchen where Rachel was probably still getting all of the food ready. The last thing they needed was to get caught by that big mouth. She'd tell Finn in a heartbeat and then Quinn's life would go up in smoke yet again. Quinn pursed her lips and avoided looking back at Puck as he spoke. It was a stupid question that didn't need an answer, mainly because she had already given one. So instead of speaking she just ran her hands over her hair, which was now quite messy thanks to mister I can't control myself around anything with a v****a. She had gotten fairly good at tuning people out in the past few months, even moreso than she had before. Before she had been tuning out their praises and their attempts at boosting her confidence so that maybe she'd actually let herself be seen with them. Now she had to tune out all of the whispers, even the shouts she got from a few of the football players... mostly all of Puck's band of merry pranksters. While he never joined in on berading her, he never tried to prevent it either. But doing so would mean he actually felt something for her and the baby she previously had growing in her stomach. And that just wasn't Puck. He didn't care about girls, just about what was under their skirts. Even when he was dating Santana, he hadn't been a good boyfriend. Quinn's baby was proof of that. While he liked to berade her for cheating on Finn with him, he was guilty of the same thing... though she and Santana were never best friends. They were just teammates who liked the same things... or were forced to like the same things.

Running a finger over her now smeared lip gloss, Quinn did her best to clean herself up so that she could leave the bathroom and go back out to where her boyfriend was. She wasn't in the mood for Puck and his antics at the moment. She wanted someone who she knew wasn't having sex with everyone and their mother and she was quite sure Finn wasn't doing that. You'd think that after getting Quinn pregnant, Puck would be a little more careful where he put his pecker but that didn't even seem to be a thought for him. Being careful to Puck meant he double wrapped it before he went to town. With a sigh, Quinn did her best not to watch as Puck got up and made his way towards but it was almost inevitable when his frustrated face was right next to hers in the mirror. As he spoke again, Quinn's eyes darted from her hair to his brown eyes. She knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to get under her skin and damn him... it was working. "If classy is having sex with a teenage boy, I'd hate to see raunchy." She snapped, running her slender fingers through the curls Puck had messed up during their little make out session. It always irked her that so many older women around town got it on with Noah. It wasn't that she was jealous... really, she wasn't. She just didn't think it was right, all those older women having sex with an underaged boy. But it wasn't her place to judge them. She was the one who was the walking cliche. Catholic cheerleading captain who got knocked up by her quarterback boyfriend... yeah, she had no room to judge. It didn't stop her though.

Besides, you can't tell me what to do. Quinn stiffened at the tanned boys words and she clenched her teeth, both in anger and to keep from saying something stupid. It hurt, the truth behind Puck's words stung and made the urge to start crying come back full force. She wasn't sure why it hurt so much, or at least she didn't want to admit why it did. Swallowing hard Quinn stared into the mirror, looking right into those glaring eyes Puck had casted on her. Usually she enjoyed making him angry because when Puck got angry, he stopped acting like someone Quinn could fall for and started acting like the Puckerman she knew and hated. It made the whole sex thing much easier to deal with when there weren't conflicting emotions involved. Letting her eyes fall down to the sink, Quinn took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, silently willing herself not to lose it again. Her hormones might be gone but she was still a teenager girl, one who was dealing with more than most did in their lifetime. Kleenex had become her best friend as of late. "You're right," Quinn began, ready to push him away and exit the bathroom when she felt his hot palms against her and his warm breath snaking across her neck. A loud gasp escaped her mouth and she couldn't help but lean back into him, all of the annoyance melting away to make way for something stronger. Teenage lust was a hell of a thing and Puck managed to take it to a whole new level. While she hated the fact that he had been with quite so many people, those people had helped him become the well accomplished lover he was now. So it wasn't all bad.

Quinn bit her lip and let her eyes shut of their own accord as Puck moved his hands higher up her legs. She moved her hand, ready to snake it behind her and allow her hands to roam over Puck's body when a noise sounded on the other side of the door. Quinn froze as Rachel Berry's concerned voice filled the small room and she caught Puck's equally frightened expression in the mirror. As the lust faded, Quinn's previous emotions surged back up and she let her eyes narrow a bit. Damn Puck. Damn those hands. "I'm fine Berry." She snapped, turning her head towards the door before she pushed Puck back and turned around. Tangling her hands in his shirt, Quinn shoved him towards the small shower in the room and quickly ripped open the curtain. "I'll be right out." Quinn called back towards the door before shoving Puck into the tub and leaning close to him. "This is exactly why I picked him over you," Quinn hissed quietly, her eyes huming with anger and a twang of fear. "You're a joke, Noah Puckerman." She practically spat before she stood back up straight, shut the curtain and walked towards the door. She flushed the toilet and glanced at herself in the mirror as she passed, straightened her outfit and her hair before she opened the door. Like she had expected, Rachel was standing out in the hall with a look of confusion on her face and as she peered around Quinn to see in the bathroom, the blonde quickly flipped the light switch off and crossed her arms at her chest. "Please tell me you weren't just listening to me pee." Rolling her eyes, she tilted her head towards the mouth of the hallway and followed Rachel as she began to move.

"That's just weird... even for you." Quinn added for flavor, smirking inwardly at how distracted Rachel seemed to be now. Mission accomplished. As they walked down the hallway, Quinn could feel Rachel's eyes flowing over her and she quickly lost her cool, not that her anger had been under control previously. Raising her eyebrows, she gave Rachel an incredilous look and followed her in to the kitchen. "Sorry. I just... I could've sworn I heard you moaning." Rachel admitted, visibly uncomfortable with saying such a thing. Quinn just rolled her eyes again, since she was a master at that, and grabbed one of the plates of food to take out to the rest of the group. She had to get Rachel outside before Puck decided to leave. Otherwise he'd have quite a bit to explain. "Listen wolfman, I don't know what kind of freaky fantasies you have about me but I'd rather not hear about them when I'm about to eat. Or at all." And with that Quinn made her way out to the party with a plate of cold vegetables and cheese in her hands. Rachel followed close behind with a plate of small sandwiches and Quinn let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. Upon reaching the table, Quinn's eyes roamed around to find that Mr. Schuester had joined the group of misfits by the pool and was equipped with quite the assortment of baby pictures. When Quinn's eyes landed on Finn, she noticed the faraway look on his face that meant he was thinking about something hard and the saddness in his eyes. It broke her heart, so without thinking she made her way over to the group and grabbed his hand. "I need your help with the food." She said softly, flashing a smile at Mr. Schue when he shot her a chipper gretting. Hauling Finn up out of his chair was easy since he seemed to be thankful for the distraction. When they arrived at the food table which was thankfully almost all the way across the yard from the group that now held Rachel, Quinn wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and pressed her lips to his. It was a short kiss since she knew Mr. Schue wouldn't be too happy if he looked over and caught them making out, but it was enough to peice Quinn's heart back together for the time being. Pulling away, she smiled up at Finn and watched as he looked down at her with a dazed expression. "You taste weird," he mumbled, darting his tongue out to lick his lips. Quinn's eyes widened for a moment but she was good at this, she had quite a bit of practice lying to Finn... which really wasn't something she was proud of. "New lip gloss. Do you like it?"




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It's funny how one's life can change in a matter of seconds, whether for the good or for the bad. Had someone told Callum Gray a mere month ago that he would be engaged and in line to receive quite the hefty paycheck because of said engagement in just a few weeks, he probably would've laughed his arse off for the rest of the day. Of course, that's exactly what happened thanks to his eagerness in getting signed. It was more of a business deal that it was a relationship. To be honest he barely even knew this Delilah woman and even though he was going to end up married to her for a year, he really didn't plan on changing that any time soon. All he knew about her previously was that she was a big shot talent scout for one of the biggest labels in New York City... and being a musician himself, he was always looking for a way up in this dog eat dog world. He had hit rock bottom in England, no one there wanted to hear his music... so he had hoped on a plan to the Big Apple where he knew he'd find his big break. He just didn't know that break would come in the form of a quite shoddy marriage proposal. Callum had always thought he'd end up finding a nice American girl after he went platinum and that he'd be the one to propose. He hadn't ever considered that his first marriage might be a complete shame just to get some inheritance money and a record deal. One million dollars and a deal with the best record company in town was too good to give up though, which was exactly why he had agreed to the marriage in the first place. Not to mention the bird wasn't too hard on the eyes. He could actually see himself being attracted to her... if she wasn't such a neurotic b***h.

It was strange, marrying a woman you didn't know but Callum wasn't at all phased by the situation. He was fine with marrying that t**t as long as he had his record deal and got that million he was set. The only thing he wasn't thrilled about was having to meet her parents. Callum's own parents needn't to know since he didn't exactly fly home to see them or even really talk to them anymore. His mother called occasionally but there was no need to tell her about his marriage plans. He wasn't planning on staying married long, just a year so that he could get the cash and then he'd be out. There was no need in putting his mother through that kind of thing when it would only break her heart when it didn't work out. Delilah on the other hand didn't have that option. She had to tell her family in order to get the money so instead of staying as far away from each other as possible, like they had been doing for the previous two weeks... he and Delilah were at her parent's house in Colorado for Christmas. It was nice enough but the family was a little too in your face for his liking. While he was a charmer, it took every ounce of effort he had to make it look like he really was Delilah's special "one". She wasn't exactly the easiest to get along with and since they had only know each other two weeks, they knew next to nothing about each other. Most of the stuff that came out of his mouth was something he came up with on the fly or something she had told him on the plane ride.

They had only been at her parents place for a day in yet Callum already knew he was going to hate being a part of her family. The only decent individual in the family happened to be her younger sister and that was only because Callum really wanted to know what she looked like under those heavy clothes she wore. Her mother was a pain, just like Delilah and hadn't stopped bothering him about every little detail of his life ever since the pair showed up. Her father, who just so happened to be an ex army sargent, was one of the scariest men he had ever encountered. His greeting alone instilled enough fear in Callum to make him consider hopping on a plane and heading back to England, after his hand stopped aching from almost being crushed that is. With a father like that, it made sense how Delilah had grown to become such a ruthless b***h. But that wasn't even close to the worst part. No, the worst part by far was the fact that he had to act like a decent boyfriend. That meant no hitting on her sister or checking her out when he thought no one was looking. Callum wasn't exactly well versed in relationships... he was more of a one night stand type of guy than a serious relationship type. Being a musician only added to that. He was practically swimming with women who wanted him and that coupled with his accent and charming attitude kept him busy in the romance department. But sticking with one girl and not just having sex with her and moving on the the next girl with legs up to her chin was going to be a big challenge. One he really needed to come out on top of if that threat Delilah's father had given him really meant anything.

Instead of running away like his body wanted him to, Callum got situated for the upcoming night. He hadn't seen Delilah very much in the past few hours since she was helping her mother get ready for the annual Mackenzie family Christmas party, but he knew eventually he'd have to show his face and play the part of the loving fiance.

"Oh, you're a little late love." Callum said as he opened the door, his accent causing the words to roll off his tongue with ease. "You almost got a peek at England's finest in the buff." He continued, his wet eyebrows arching up as he sent her a devilish smirk and ran the towel in his hands over his wet hair. He knew it would get under her skin, the crudeness with which he spoke and it only added to his pleasure in doing so. He wasn't the type of man to really care what anyone thought of him and spoke his mind more often than not.


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well here's a good man and a pretty young girl
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i'm wasting my life you're c h a n g i n g the world
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Were this any other time, any other place Finn would be relishing in the fact that he was curled up in Rachel's arms and that the scent of her raspberry shampoo filled his nostrils. He'd be happy at the close proximity of their bodies - probably a little too happy - but there wasn't a thought in his mind that focused on how Rachel's arms wrapped securely around him and how her soft coos made him feel slightly better. His mind was focused solely on Quinn and her lies, on how his best friend had betrayed him and how his entire world seemed to be crashing before his eyes. His heart ached and it was hard to breath. He didn't know what to do, how to calm himself down. All he could think about was Puck with his girlfriend... with the mother of the child she was now claiming wasn't his. It made sense if he thought about it though. He really didn't think that a girl could get pregnant without actually having intercourse, but Quinn had always been the smarter one and he had never had any reason to suspect her of cheating. She was an amazing girlfriend, minus the no sex part and being slightly overbearing at times. Of course now he knew why she didn't want to have sex with him. It was because she was getting it on the side, because she was sleeping with the only guy Finn had ever shared his darkest secrets with. His best ******** friend. It killed him that Puckerman had just replaced him as father to Quinn's child. While he hated her for lying to him and for cheating, he still adored that baby in her stomach. Sure he was scared and he really had no idea how to take care of a baby but he had warmed up to the idea of being father. Hell, he was excited about it. But now all of those dreams and wishes were being torn away. He wasn't the father, he was just the stupid boyfriend who hadn't been able to see what was right in front of him.

Finn peered up at the raven haired starlet as she spoke, finally understanding why he had attacked Puckerman in the first place. He didn't regret it. Well, part of him regretted losing himself so completely in the moment but another part of him wished to do it all over again. Noah Puckerman deserved to get his a** handed to him and Finn was just the man for the job. He wasn't a fighter like Puck. He didn't have the bulging muscles or the physique that that caused girls to mess their pants. But he was still pretty strong. All those years of community center football as well as the weight training Coach put them through every summer really paid off. He was pretty proud of himself for being able to beat up a self proclaimed bad a** like Puck, though he knew that if he hadn't caught Puckerman so off guard that he'd have a bloody nose that rivaled the one that Puck was wearing at the moment. His glory was short lived as yet another image of Puck with his girlfriend ex - girlfriend flashed through his mind. He really was an idiot if he didn't see this coming. All of the lingering gazes they sent each other, the way Quinn always pressed her face into his shirt when Puck walked by. He never really thought much of it, mostly because his attention was usual zeroed in on Rachel when Quinn and Puck were around each other. He supposed that might be a reason why Quinn decided to cheat on him but if he really thought about it, he hadn't started being all sex nuts for Rachel until a few weeks after he started Glee. Quinn got pregnant right at the beginning, if the hot tub was any indication of what time she cheated.

As Rachel pulled away, Finn was jolted back into the present by the loss of her arms around him. Swallowing hard, Finn's bloodshot eyes locked onto Rachel's as her hand came up and she wiped the tears from his face with her sleeve. There was a fleeting moment where Finn wanted to tell her to stop, worried that somehow his tears might ruin her argyle sweater but it was over almost as soon as he thought it. Staring intently at Rachel's furrowed expression, Finn found the knot in his stomach loosening considerably and he had to fight the urge to lean forward and kiss her. It was always Rachel who made the first move those few times where he had actually been able to indulge in the one thing he truly wanted. She was abrupt, either telling him she wanted him to kiss her or going for it all by herself. He never made the first move, not even with Quinn which was weird given she was his girlfriend and he should really be over the fear of rejection after six months of dating, but he had the strongest urge to throw caution to the wind and show Rachel how much she really meant to him. Of course that didn't happen because before he knew it, she was pulling herself away from him and rising to her feet, giving him a perfect view of her upper thigh right before her skirt covered it back up. Coughing loudly, Finn shook whatever thoughts he had coursing through his head away and grabbed her small hand. Her hands were different from Quinn's. They were larger, which meant he wouldn't hurt her as easily if he squeezed them but they were softer. Quinn used hand lotion like it was going out of style but Berry, her hands were like silk.

Finn felt his bad mood dissipate momentarily at Rachel's words, the sound of her voice sending electric currents to his brain, causing him to shiver. It wasn't noticeable and he played it off with a frown and a sniff, hoping she wouldn't notice just how much he was enjoying being here with her. He felt bad that after everything he had just found out, his mind was so focused on Rachel that he could barely even think of anything else but at the same time, he relished in it. He knew that the moment she left him alone, he'd revert back to a bumbling mess of teenage angst. Nodding quickly at the mention of not going to Glee practice - Rachel was skipping for him - Finn quickly rose to his feet and stretched out his legs. His entire body ached, mostly from being so tense while he beat the crap out of Puck. There was still blood on his hands but at the moment, one of them was still laced with Berry's and he'd rather cut it off than let go of her hand. Sighing heavily, Finn turned to Rachel and peered down at her with wide brown eyes. "You're too good to me Rach," he admitted, squeezing her hand softly in his own before he turned towards the end of the hallway that led out to the parking lot. As he turned, he noticed someone in the doorway and his eyes flickered over to find Quinn with tears running down her face. It was a sight he was all but used to by now but one that still broke his heart, even after everything she had done. Forcing a stone cold look onto his face, he narrowed his eyes at the ex - Cheerio and began walking, his hand never leaving Rachel's.

He didn't know whether he was clenching Rachel's hand because he wanted to or to make Quinn hurt as much as he was but either way, he liked the feeling. When they were halfway down the hall, Finn pulled his hand from Rachel's before darting into the bathroom and grabbing a paper towel. He wiped the blood from his hands and before he knew it, he was standing before Rachel once more. Suddenly, as her eyes fly over him and he realized what he must've looked like to her and the rest of the Glee members, a flush came across his cheeks. "You know, uh..." Finn began, his now clean hand rising up to rub the back of his neck nervously. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that." And he was. Finn didn't lose his cool very often but when he did, it wasn't pretty. Most of his aggression was saved for the football field but lately he had been under so much stress that he had just popped when he found out the news. It was embarrassing but he couldn't bring himself to regret it entirely, just the part where Rachel had to see it. What did she think of him now? Obviously she wasn't too frightened because she was still hanging around him. "I hope you don't think I'm some crazy psycho now." He commented, his laugh a little more nervous than he had wanted it to be. He was ripe with emotions at the moment, each one more severe than the last. He wasn't so good with the talking about his feelings thing, so it was better to just push it down until he could deal with it himself. The only person he had ever been able to open up to was Mr. Schue but he really didn't feel like going to him right now. Rachel was helping him forget, was helping him push all of those bad thoughts away for the time being and bottling it up sounded a lot better than letting it all come out.


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For the first time in quite awhile, Quinn slept through the night without so much as a shift in her position. Once curled up in front of Noah's warm body in the bed barely big enough to hold the pair of them (especially with Quinn's extra body weight) she was out like a light. The bed wasn't anywhere near comfortable. The mattress was lumpy from too many conflicting body types using it, the sheets were of the cheapest quality imaginable and the pillows had seen better days but after the long hours spent crying her heart out and dealing with things she had nightmares about regularly, it was a welcome discomfort. When she was finally shaken awake, her mind clicking on suddenly when the warmth her back was pressed up against disappeared, Quinn began feeling how uncomfortable the bed really was. She had grown accustomed to her memory foam mattress topper and egyptian cotton sheets so sleeping on anything even remotely sub-par was... unsatisfactory. Of course, she was far too drowsy to complain. She could barely even open her eyes enough to see a lanky figure wandering around in front of her and another sitting up on the bed opposite her own. She spent a few moments with her eyes squeezed shut, blocking out all of the light flowing in through the cracks in the off white curtains hanging in front of the window, practically mourning the loss of warmth behind her. Her mind barely even registered the fact that she was missing Puck's warmth... that he was the one who had pressed up against her and wrapped his bulky arm around her torso. After a few short minutes spent swaying in and out of consciousness, Quinn's mind clicked off once more and plummeted her into a world ripe with images only a pregnant girl would dream about.

Mohawk wielding babies and a walk in closet full of waitress uniforms plagued Quinn's mind before she finally regained consciousness again, this time thanks to a dip in the bed and the feel of something running through her hair. More suddenly than before, Quinn's eyes snapped open and she found herself staring at a steaming coffee cup. As her mind clicked on fully, grogginess paving the way for awareness she replayed the awkward dream in her mind. The details were fading fast, as with any dream, and the only thing that stuck out in her mind was the image of Puck playing Mr. Mom while Quinn worked countless hours at the local diner. The thought alone caused Quinn's eyes to squeeze shut and her entire body to give a quick shudder. As her body shook momentarily, she felt a small bit of pressure on her shoulder. Quickly she snapped her eyes opened and rolled onto her back to look behind her and see who was touching her. She was barely coherent enough to realize where she was, let alone who her bed partner was. As her curious eyes found Puck's the previous days events rushed her mind. His lip was still slightly swollen from Finn's punches and his face was pulled into a concern expression that brought back more memories than she'd like to think about. She remembered his words, the three little ones he had uttered into her stomach and she remembered breaking down and bringing him with her. She remembered the way his tears mixed with hers and left a salty taste on her lips as she kissed him. Oh, that kiss. She felt her heart flutter at the memory and she swallowed hard as her eyes focused completely on his full lips. She didn't remember anything after that kiss, just the intensity of it and how it would've knocked her off of her feet had she been standing. It had been what she needed at the time but she had been upset... completely vulnerable like the night he took her virginity. After all, it wasn't like one kiss could change their entire opinion of one another.

When Quinn realized she had been staring, she quickly tore her eyes away from the confused teenager looming above her. She felt the urge to say something but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out. She wasn't sure what she should say to him, if even at all. She felt awkward in his presence, having gone from hatred to lust (love?) so quickly that it made her head spin. The previous day had been a whirlwind of over the top emotions and her actions had been a product of just that... but something was keeping her from saying so. It was selfish but she knew that if she pushed Puck away now, she wouldn't have anyone to help her out with this. There wasn't much of a chance that Finn would take her back after everything she had put him through and most of the glee clubbers would take some time to come around. Puck and Kurt were all she had at the moment so even though her head was telling her to push him away, that it would all just end in yet another broken heart... she just couldn't bring herself to do it. That didn't mean she had to embrace the fact that he wanted to become a big part of her life all of a sudden. Just because she was accepting his help momentarily didn't mean that kissing him had been a good idea. She regretted doing it, since in her sleep ridden mind she was convinced that she had been far too upset to think rationally... but now wasn't the time to bring any of that stuff up. She was tired and hungry. They both needed to get back into their rooms and change and that just wouldn't happen if they were in sour moods. So Quinn just focused on a spot on the flower print comforter and mumbled something about being tired before pulling said comforter up to her neck and shutting her eyes again. Maybe if she slept a little longer, she'd be able to come up with a better solution to all of this. Or, you know... just one in the first place.

Although she knew there was no chance she'd be falling back asleep anytime soon - especially with Puck's eyes locked on her like a sniper to his target - Quinn couldn't help but yearn for the stress-free environment sleep provided. But as she did her best to force herself back into a sleepy state, a slew of smells filled her nose. There was an almost sweet cologne type of scent, mixed with sweat and a musky odor that was altogether male. The moment the scent registered in her mind, her eyes snapped open and she soon found her focus locking onto Puck's lips as he leaned forward to press them against her own. She went crossed eyed as she watched, barely having enough time to jerk her head back when he got close enough to brush her lips with his. She watched as he realized what she had done and regarded her with a look that rivaled Finn's most bewildered look. Now would be the perfect time to claim bad breath or morning sickness but Quinn couldn'tdo anything but stare up at him. Her mouth was curled down at the sides and she knew her eyes portrayed what her mouth couldn't voice. She wasn't sure if the message she was broadcasting reached Puck but before he could open his mouth and make the situation awkward for everyone in the room, Quinn shut her eyes once more and arched her back like a cat, hearing it pop as a soft yawn came from her mouth. Slowly she sat up, running a hand over her messy blonde hair and looking everywhere in the room but at Puck. He was still beside her, no doubt wondering why she wasn't curling into him like some lost puppy that had finally found someone to love them. Things were always different in the morning and this was no exception. She wasn't the broken girl he had watched fall apart last night. At least that's what she kept telling herself.

After a few more yawns, Quinn found herself sitting on the side of the bed with her feet dangling off, staring at a fully awake and clothed Kurt. The site of him in clothes that weren't his pajamas made Quinn want to fall back onto the bed and force herself back to sleep. She didn't want to deal with the inevitable task of getting her clothes from Berry, or even dealing with the girl. It wasn't like she could go through the day in the clothes she had on now though, even if she took a sonic shower. She didn't even have her toothbrush. Running her hands through her tangled hair to try and fix it as best she could without a brush, Quinn sent Kurt a soft thank you before she turned in the bed towards Puck. There was no use in treating him like a leper, even if it seemed like the best of ideas at the moment. Technically he hadn't done anything - besides tell the world that she was a cheating skank who was carrying his baby - and if she went back to giving him the cold shoulder like she often did, it would only cause more turmoil in the long run. Play nice Quinn. "Uh, wanna come with me to get some clothes?" She asked finally, her voice a little scratchy from just waking up. She raised her eyesbrows in a quizzical manner and wondered if he'd let her earlier reaction go. She knew it would eat away at him... she knew Puck well enough to know that he'd bring it up eventually. She just hoped they were far away from Springfield when that happened. She didn't want anymore drama on this trip. She just wanted to perform and go back home where she could hide away in her room and plead with her parents to let her stay out of school for the rest of her pregnancy. Knowing them, they'd end up sending her to some convent or something. But at the moment, anything was better than dealing with the life she had made for herself.

BEfore Puck even replied, Quinn hobbled to her feet and pulled her shirt down so that it was covering everything. She shot Kurt a weak smile and slowly made her way around the bed and towards the front door, stopping and looking back at Puck when she reached it. "Come on," she muttered, waiting for him to climb to his feet before she opened the door and stepped out of it. He was right on her heels and when she stopped, she could feel his shirt brushing up against her bare shoulder. Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath and turned around with a smile painted on her face. "I think it might be better if we split up." She voiced, ignoring the double meaning the phrase had. She didn't want to get into that, especially not in the middle of a hallway that was ripe with Glee clubbers. Biting her lip, she reached out and brushed her fingers over one of his hands. "I don't think Finn wants to see us together right now." Just uttering his name hurt but she ignored the pain and grabbed Puck's hand. "So for the sake of your face, we should do this by ourselves." She continued, not sure if she was referring to changing or to the entire trip. She knew if Finn saw them together again he'd lose his cool. He had already punched Puck and man handled her - though she'd never admit it was such - so there was no telling what he'd do if he saw them again. Running her pink tongue across her chapped lips she fought the urge to lean forward and kiss him again. She knew doing so would send a message she really didn't want recieved. She was torn between running back to Finn and groveling until he accepted her apology and collapsing into the safety net that was Noah Puckerman. She didn't have to make a choice right now though. Right now she just needed to change and brush her teeth. "I'll see you at breakfast?"


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Sebastian Davenport had the perfect life, which was quite the feat for a boy of his age. Most teenagers were plagued with insecurity,borderline depression and a severe fear of rejection... but Sebastian didn't happen to be one of those unlucky few. He was far too talented to feel insecure, far too successful to plummet into the early stages of depression and rejection just wasn't something a guy like he had to deal with. He was the leading man in Ohio's premiere Glee club; his pipes were lined in gold and he had a smile that could melt the hearts of women and cause fits among girls his own age. At least he liked to think that he did. Reality was never something that Sebastian let himself meddle in for long. He much preferred the view from above, on his pedestal. In his mind, he was convinced that he was the best singer out there and the most charming guy a girl could ever meet. Unfortunately for all of his haters, he had quite a bit of charm and a killer voice to back up such claims. So while his talents were never attacked, he never went a day without receiving some sort of comment about his horrible attitude. It always bewildered him because really, what was so wrong with being confident? It wasn't like he was hurting anyone when he corrected people or boasted about getting yet another lead vocal spot in an upcoming performance. He had earned that right after carrying the club to regionals for the past three years. Granted he had help but without his flawless tenor, they never would've made it as far as they had. A little boasting could be tolerated when the end result was success right? Well that's how Sebastian saw it. Unfortunately most didn't share his view on the subject.

The front runner for the Anti - Sebastian board was none other than Izabelle Hartman, a petite girl with the voice of a goddess. She was one of the only girls in school who Sebastian felt matched him vocally, so it was only natural that he'd request her to be his partner for duets whenever the chance arose. He didn't want some scratchy voiced alto screeching out high notes and making him look bad. He wanted a soprano would could keep up with him and Izzy was the only person who seemed capable. Of course, she didn't exactly enjoy singing along side him. A realization Sebastian had yet to make, thinking she was just playing hard to get. She was convinced he was a pompous a*****e who couldn't see past his own reflection long enough to notice that people were laughing at him, not worshiping him. But Sebastian never asked to be worshiped. He wasn't a god. He just wanted the respect and attention he rightfully deserved and if he didn't receive it... well he'd just make sure everyone knew just how disappointed he was. It didn't make him a bad person that he tended to strive for perfection and more often than not, achieved it. He wasn't a bad person because he was proud of himself for his achievements. When others put on a gleeming smile after a performance and asked how he did, people fed them compliments. When Sebastian did it, he was instantly deemed a cocky son of a b***h. Double standards weren't exactly Sebastians favorite thing but he made it through the day telling himself that everyone was just jealous of him instead of hating him. Sue him if he actually believed that was true.

Unlike Izabelle, Sebastian was completely relieved when Mrs. Morrison announced that they'd be partnered yet again for the duet. He didn't whine like Izzy or raise his voice in objection, he just sat back in his seat - as much as the posture correcting chior seats would allow - and let a content smile spread across his face. While Izzy argued he barely paid attention to her words and instead, focused on the way her face grew red and her eyes shot invisible daggers at him the moment she saw that he was staring. The moment Mrs. Morrisson shot her down and all hope was lost, Sebastian let out a soft chuckle at the way Izzy collapsed into a fuming mess and refused to look at him. It amused him just how much the petite girl got worked up over him. Sure, in the back of his mind he knew it was the thought of being around him that worked her up but another, larger part of him was convinced she acted that way because she was smitten and thought she'd never have a chance. Quite the contrary really. If anyone stood a chance at being the one Sebastian Davenport held on his arm, it would be her. She was the type of girl a guy like Sebastian needed. A strong woman with talent almost rivalling his own; one who didn't take no for an answer and would fight him on things she strongly believed in. Not to mention she was completely adorable when she painted on that little grimace of hers and spouted off nonsensical insults that he knew she didn't really mean. Not that Sebastian Davenport paid that much attention to her. No, he was too focused on his singing career and better himself to waste time watching a girl like Izabelle Hartman.

It hadn't taken him long to convince her that practicing at his house was more ideal than tying up the chior room, which they'd probably end up having to share given how many other members Vocal Adrenaline had. She had been reluctant to say yes, which didn't surprise him at all but Sebastian worked better when the odds were stacked against him. All it took was a little sweet talking on his part, a promise stating that he'd play nice and the offer of dinner... which she downright refused. It didn't deter him though. In his opinion they really needn't spend much time rehearsing. They both knew the song and they were both the best when it came to singing for their respective categories (him a tenor and her a soprano) so too much practice would be... well, too much. So in his mind, dinner was a must. They had to get some chemistry going if they were ever going to make this lon song work. She needed to stop glaring at him and rolling her eyes when he tried to get into it and he needed to stop laughing when she put on a horrible act of pretending she actually wasn't interested.

So with dinner shoved into the oven to keep hot - he had ordered chinese, cooking wasn't his forte - and his music spread across the baby grand in the living room of his house, Sebastian began pacing around waiting for Izabelle to show up. He wasn't the most patient man out there, a flaw he liked to keep to himself but often found difficult to hide. They had agreed upon seven o'clock and it was at least five minutes past according to his watch. But Sebastian wasn't going to sweat it. She'd show up and he'd finally be able to show that sultry soprano what she's been missing by pretending to hate him all of these years. When a knock at the door finally broke him from his pacing, Sebastian let a toothy grin come over his features and made his way towards the front door. As he passed by a mirror hanging on the wall, he stopped to examine himself. Like most people he rarely ever passed up the chance to check himself out in the mirror, even if he knew he looked amazing. Today was no different. His sandy blond hair was just messy enough to give the illusion that he hadn't done anything to it, but neat enough that he didn't look like a bum. His teeth were pearly white and his skin flawless thanks to a facial cream his mother had bought for him... though that was something he'd deny completely if ever brought up. His clothes were clean, no fuss or fur to speak of since the Davenports weren't exactly animal people. Straightened out the black button up shirt he had on and making sure the bottom was tucked in and the sleeve rolled up perfectly to his elbows, Sebastian nodded at himself and proceeded to the door, ready to greet his leading lady.

Placing his hand on the cool brass knob, Sebastian turned it and pulled it open to find an annoyed lookng Izabelle on his doorstep. Leaning against the door frame, Sebastian kicked one of his feet behind the other and let his bright green eyes dance across the short girl's body. She wasn't dressed in anything overly provocative but that didn't keep Sebastian from checking her out. He knew he was being obvious but Sebastian Davenport wasn't the type of man who cared whether a woman noticed he was looking at her or not. He felt that girls should feel lucky to have his eyes roaming over them, to be the one he's thinking about. It took a special girl to get the attention of a star like him. "Well, if it isn't the ingenue herself." Sebastian finally voiced, his eyes trailing back up to lock onto the annoyed ones on Izzy's face. "Come on in." He said softly, flicking his head towards the inside of his house and waiting for her to step around him before he moved out of the way and shut the door. His parents were out for the night, a fund raiser or some other meaningless town affair. So it was just him and Izabelle in a big empty house for at least the next two or three hours. The possibilities were endless... but Sebastian knew exactly how he wanted the night to end. "I hope your hungry Belle," he stated as he walked around her and into the living room and falling down onto the couch. "Because I bought chinese. You like spicy stuff, right?" He asked, looking over the back of the couch at her before sending her a wink. Oh this practice was going to be loads of fun.




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"You better keep your hands to yourself Hudson. If I find out you so much as looked at her the wrong way, so help me God-" The shrill voice of Quinn Fabray's mother cut off the last half of her father's threat, wishing the golden couple a good night before she shot them a smile and shut the door behind them. Life in the Fabray house had been anything but calm since the outing of Quinn's little mistake - though she couldn't really see it as much of a mistake after meeting that pretty little girl. Her father, after nearly a month of shunning her completely, had finally come back to his senses and let her back into the house. It wasn't the same though. As Quinn grew larger, her father grew more distant. He spent more time at the country club than he did at home and anytime he was home, he was either in his study or avoiding Quinn at all costs. Her mother on the other hand could barely look at her without getting weepy for the first month or so. There wasn't a day that went by that Quinn didn't have to deal with her mother fleeing a room in tears just because she had entered it. It was tough but Finn had been there to help. Not physically since her parents barely even let her stay after school for Glee rehearsals but he was always just a phone call away. Until the truth came out that is. Until her well crafted plan went up in smoke and the one boy she had been counting on to keep her sane fled. She didn't blame him but there had been a part of her that had hoped he'd stick around even after he found out. But that was just wishful thinking on her part. Finn was a good guy and he was a little air headed at times but he wasn't completely stupid. The baby had meant a lot to him and even though Quinn tried to explain why she had lied to him for so long, he still managed to rip himself right out of her life and leave her alone with a big belly, doctors bills that her parents refused to pay and no one to talk to except for a few Gleeks who really had no idea what she was going through.

The only way the Quinn had been able to make it through, the only rock she had left that hadn't been shattered by the truth was Noah Puckerman... more commonly known as her baby daddy now a days. Just like he had promised many a time before, Puck managed to be the one who came through for her when everyone else fell away. He was the one who called her every night to make sure she was alright and that her father wasn't being too stand-offish. He was the one who brought her saltines for the morning sickness and bought her vitamins for the baby when he knew her parents weren't doing anything. He was the only one who asked how she was, not just the baby and he was the only one who offered to take her in when things got a little too heavy around the Fabray household. He was more of a man than Quinn had ever given him credit for, more of a father than Finn could ever be and more of a friend than anyone she had ever encountered. It was strange at first and like with everything else that had to do with Noah Puckerman, Quinn resisted it as much as she could. She claimed that she was fine and that his help wasn't needed but before long even she couldn't keep the fake smile on her face and the lies flowing out of her mouth. So Puck took Finn's place in a matter of speaking, after receiving a busted lip and quite a few bruises from his now former best friend. It was a lot to get use to but Puck wasn't anything if he wasn't intimidating. While they still managed to get the occasional slushie to the face, him more so than her via request from Finn, anytime someone would spew an insult at Quinn or the baby inside her belly Puck would make sure they couldn't say anything for quite awhile. It was nice to have her own little bodyguard and she'd be lying if she said over the past few months things hadn't gotten a little steamy between the two of them. It wasn't until recently that either of them had confronted those lingering feelings. Now that the baby was gone and they had nothing else to talk about except the past nine months things had started to develop and before she knew it she was dating the defensive back instead of the quarter back. Of course, her parents had no knowledge of that and she planned on keeping it that way.

As far as the Fabray's were concerned, she and Finn had never broken up. After all he had been there when the baby was born, holding her hand when they took the baby away for good and kissing her forehead when she cried harder than she ever had in her life. He had forgiven her by then, at least enough to be there when she needed him the most. Puck had been there too, exiled to the waiting room while the family visited with Quinn. He hadn't even caught a glimpse of their little girl but then again, neither had anyone but Quinn. Just a small glimpse and a few seconds to hold her before her mother told the doctor to take her bundle of joy away and give her to her new parents. It had been the hardest thing she had ever been through and even though Finn's assurances were nice when her parents were around, it wasn't until they left and Puck climbed up onto the medical bed beside her that she really felt better. Her parent's hadn't stayed at the hospital with her overnight, opting for the more comfortable option of sleeping in their own bed at home. So it was just her and Puck with the occasional nurse, the first time they had been alone somewhere other than school in what felt like ages. It hadn't been magical or all that great really. Quinn had slept most of the time thanks to the pain medication and cried into Puck's shirt the other part of the time, either from physical pain, emotional or a mixture of both. He spent his days sleeping in his truck in the parking garage and the moment Quinn's parents left, he raced up to see her. He came in a few times with the Glee kids but mostly he just spent the night with her, letting his heart break for that little girl just as Quinn's was. When she got out and went back home, her parents had begin letting up a bit. After all, now she wasn't showing and they could be seen with her. While she still had a little fat left over from the baby she was almost as small as she had been before the pregnancy. Since she wasn't showing she was able to go out more. It wasn't until the last few weeks that they had begun letting Finn take her out on dates again. Then again... it wasn't really Finn she was spending her time with on these dates.

Somehow, some way still unbeknownst to her, she had convinced Finn to play the part of her boyfriend when it came to her parents. He came and picked her up, acted the part perfectly and then dropped her off with Puck wherever it was that they were going that night. Quinn still didn't know why he did it - maybe he felt bad for leaving her at such a crucial time in her life - but she wasn't about to bite the hand that feeds. She liked how things were and a part of her even enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around behind her parents back, the same thrill she had gotten the night she slept with Puck. Now it was coupled with quite a few other feelings though, the most prominent of which being sheer attraction and awe. "I think your dad is starting to warm up to me." The husky voice of one, Finn Hudson, broke Quinn right from her thoughts as soon as it sounded. "He didn't start threatening me until we were out the door this time." As Finn spoke, Quinn let a smile come across her face at the thought. Her father would never truly like Finn, not as long as he thought that Finn was the one who got his youngest angel pregnant. As far as Quinn was concerned though, he'd never learn otherwise. Peering up at the gargantuan football player, Quinn flashed him a smile before header towards his Mustang without so much as a look back at her house. She was happy to be out of there. It was the middle of summer and while her friends were out eating ice cream and having pool parties, she was stuck at home with mom and daddy who still treated her more like a tenant than a daughter. It was the rare occasion, like tonight, that Quinn actually got to go out and have some fun. It wasn't the fun her mother and father thought it was going to be; dinner and a movie, maybe some ice cream after and home by midnight. No, there was a party at one of the football players houses and she was more than ready to act like a teenager once more.

Once she was buckled in the passenger seat and Finn was pulling out of the drive, Quinn finally snuck a glance back out the house to see her mother peeking out the curtains at them with a drink in her hand. Typical, she thought as the car began trudging down the road. Her mother was an alcoholic, always the type to have some sort of mixture in her hand. As the car made a few turns, heading down one of the busier streets of Lima, the silence in the car became almost deafening and Quinn found herself fighting the urge to break it. "Thanks for this, Finn." She finally said, her bright green eyes turning to look at Finn as a sloppy grin came across his face and he voiced a small "no prob". It baffled her why he still managed to do this when he was obviously getting nothing out of it. It had to be hard seeing her with his best friend, who he still avoided like the plague even though this arrangement was for his benefit a well. The weeks following Finn dumping her it had been hell seeing him hang all over Berry but that hadn't lasted long, thankfully. As Finn continued driving, radio on a low volume and both hands securely on the steering wheel, Quinn flipped down the visor before her and began checking her make up. She wasn't really dressed to impress nor was she wearing much make up wise but she still wanted to look nice for both Puck and the people at the party. While most of them were people who threw slushies in her face through out the previous school year she was still determined to have fun at this party. Her off white dress covered more than most girls would prefer but it was one of the few things in her wardrobe that hide the still present pudge on her stomach without it seeming like she was doing so. Her hair was wavy with a few tight curls here and there and her make up minimalistic per her mother's request... but all in all she felt she looked better than she had in quite awhile. First it was a huge belly and then excess water weight that she couldn't get rid of fast enough. For once she felt remotely attractive, which was really a feat for someone who had spent the last nine months imitating a blimp.

As the car came to a stop, Quinn applied some last minute lip gloss before she tossed the tube in her small purse and flipped the visor back up into his place. Her eyes scanned the area, noticing quite a few people outside of a rather large house and a number of cars. It took her a moment to find the one she was looking for - a beat up old truck that she knew all too well. At the mere sight of it Quinn felt her heart leap with excitement and once she noticed the figure perched up against it, mohawk and dark completion in check, she let a huge grin spread across her face and quickly unbuckled her seatbelt. After leaning over and giving Finn a quick hug, she opened the door and climbed out of the Mustang. She barely even registered the fact that Finn got out too before she made her way over to the truck across the street. As she grew closer she noticed Puck's eyes on her and it caused her smile to widened even further, though she hadn't known that was possible. Behind her Finn called out what time they had to leave to be back by her curfew but Quinn was too caught up in reaching Puck to hear what he said. Upon reaching the truck, Quinn paused a few feet in front of Puck and teased her bottom lip. He looked amazing, even in the low orange light of the street lamp a few yards away. Before Puck could open his mouth and speak, more than likely spewing some smart a** line, Quinn stepped forward so that she was standing right in front of Puck an wrapped her arms around his torso. She pressed the side of her face into his chest and closed her eyes. once his arms enveloped her she let out a heavy sigh and nuzzled her face up into his neck. "I missed you." Quinn muttered into his shirt, smelling his cologne and a scent that was altogether Puck. It was times like these that made Quinn not regret everything she had gone through in the past year. It was times like these she wished she had picked the right guy in the first place, instead of pushing him off like he was second best.

that crooked smile of yours knocks me off my feet

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one day i'll fly away
leave all { this } to yesterday
why live life from dream to d r e a m
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Quinn Fabray had gone from hero to zero in a matter of months. She had tumbled off the very top of the social ladder, only to fall into no man's land. A land ripe with dweebs and Lima losers; none of which seemed very eager to accept her seeing as her previous position entailed her picking on them whenever the chance arose. Thankfully she was smart enough to join Glee - upon Coach Sylvester's request of course - and she had a few unique people behind her through one of the worst experiences of her life. Pregnancy and childbirth. Really, what sixteen year old girl thinks she's going to get pregnant? What sixteen year old girl, who just so happens to be president of the Celibacy Club, thinks she's going to get pregnant? The type that has a trigger happy boyfriend whose best friend really knows how to take advantage of a girl. To be honest, it wasn't all Puckerman's fault, though she'd never admit that aloud for fear of the repercussions of such a truth. Quinn had gone to his house knowing full well what she was getting herself into, happy for the distraction from her Berry - obsessed boyfriend. She drank just enough to put herself over the edge and she had acted like any other hormone driven and slightly inebriated teenager would when presented with a sure shot like Noah Puckerman. Had she known that one night of teenage normalcy would lead to the collapse of her entire life, she wouldn't have accepted the invite in the first place. But there was no taking it back now. Now she just had to get on with her life and do her best to forget everything that had happened. The baby, her fall from grace.. Puck. That was easier said than done though, especially since all of those things were shoved in her face twenty four seven.

It had been a year, an entire year since she had gotten pregnant. Since she lost her spot on the Cheerios and since she became the laughing stock of William McKinley High School. She was now the poster child for good girls gone bad; the epitome of why one shouldn't have sex until after they're married - according to her mother. Of course she was taking it all back now. Soon enough it would be a brand new school year; she had her figure back and she was baby free (thanks to her sister). She planned on taking the school by storm, reclaiming her throne and making the school forget why she fell from the top of the social pyramid in the first place. Her pregnancy was old news, her absence for nearly half of the previous semester forgotten and she was slowly regaining her popularity. She was more ruthless than ever - or at least she tired to be, even though the previous year had really changed her - and she was getting all of her old friends back, in yet she still managed to get herself accepted back into the Glee Club. Why? Quinn honestly didn't know. Maybe it was the fact that Mr. Schue constantly rambled on and on about how they couldn't place at all this year without her and how she had some of the best potential out of all of them - which she was sure he said to every member. Maybe it was because the Gleeks were the only ones who stood by her when everyone else fell away. Or maybe it was because deep down she knew she was just as much of an outcast as the rest of them. No, it wasn't that. Quinn Fabray was not an outcast. She was a Cheerio.. she was in line to be queen bee once more; she wasn't a nobody.

Then why did she stick around?

To be perfectly honest, Quinn enjoyed singing. She had always been into dancing, even if most didn't really see tossing pom poms around and doing back handsprings as such. She hadn't even realized just how much she enjoyed singing and being on stage until the previous year. She wasn't as good as Rachel - which was something she'd never say to the hairy misfit for fear of inflating the girl's head even further - but she had grown as a performer thanks to Glee and it really made her happy. So the moment Mr. Schuester called her up and requested her for summer practices - they conflicted with Cheerio workouts and summer school but she had managed to figure it all out - she had practically jumped at the chance to start working again. After all, being stuck in the Fabray's personal penitentiary wasn't exactly something she wanted to deal with her entire summer. At least with all of her extra-circular activities, she had a reason for her parents to let her out of the house... even if they didn't approve. They weren't exactly the most supportive of her desire to be in Glee club, especially since it conflicted with quite a few church functions. They didn't see a future in it, in yet her mother was beside herself when Quinn came home and told her that she had been accepted back onto the Cheerios - as a regular member, Santana was the head Cheerio now and boy did she love flaunting that fact. Her mother seemed to feel that Quinn should join the choir at church if she really liked singing, not some drama club at school that really wasn't going anywhere. But since it looked good on her college resume as well as got her even more in shape, successfully ridding her of the godawful fat she had obtained while pregnant, her parents didn't force her to quit. Of course, it was more to keep her out of their sight than it was anything else. While she was back in her parents house after convincing her sister to help her plead her case, that didn't mean her parents felt any differently about her. They still couldn't stand to look at her and frankly, Quinn was beginning to feel the same way.

Being so lost in her own head - something that had become quite the habit as of late - Quinn didn't even notice that Mr. Schuester had given them all a five minute break. She was too worried about Hope, too lost in thoughts of whether or not she made the right decision and how life might be different if she hadn't been just another girl who fell for Puckerman's over-used lines. It wasn't until a voice sounded beside her and a water bottle was shoved into her hand that Quinn snapped out of her trance. By the time she blinked a few times and let her eyes wander over to the person who had just supplied her with water, all she could see what the retreating back of Rachel Berry. Quinn watched for a moment as Rachel's wavy hair swished back and forth behind her and almost began taking a few steps in the direction she was headed to give her a soft thank you, until she realized exactly where she was going. On the other side of the auditorium stage stood Finn, looking moody as ever. He hadn't really been the same Finn since he found out about the baby not being his. While he use to exude so much happiness, now he just shuffled around with a frown on his features. It was all her fault that he was so upset, all her fault that the bright light in him had faded... but it wasn't like she could do anything about it. Any time she so much as tried to speak to him, he made up an excuse and ran off... no doubt to find Berry who had taken it upon herself to take Quinn's place in his life. She missed him, that much was evident to anyone with a pair of eyes, but it was over between them and she had accepted that a long time ago. She had brought this all on herself and she was paying the price for her stupid, stupid mistake. Quinn just didn't feel like Finn should continue to pay for it though and the fact that he was so miserable only added to her anguish.

By the time Quinn had taking a few gulps of her water and taken a few steps across the stage, the break was over and everyone was slowly returning to their seats. Quinn watched as Santana stormed back into the room, obviously furious from another fight with Puck - they were dating again, though Santana would probably be over it in a week or so. After letting a small smile form across her lips - she got a small kick out of seeing Puck get his a** handed to him by girls - Qinn returned back to her seat and placed her water bottle on the floor next to her chair as she sat down. While she waited for Mr. Schuester and the rest of the glee club to get started again, she smoothed out the material of her Cheerios skirt. Today was one of the days where she had both Cheerios practice and Glee club, so not only was she sweaty and nasty when she showed up but she was also already completely tired of seeing Noah Puckerman's face. to make things even worse though - as if seeing him in summer school, at Cheerios practice and Glee club wasn't enough - Mr. Schuester had decided that both she and Puck deserved solo's of their own since Finn and Rachel constantly stole the spotlight. She had complained like any sane person would but Mr. Schuester had already made up his mind and he didn't seem to want to change it. It wasn't until he provided them with the sheet music and gave them both a half smile that Quinn realized what his real motives were. He could see the tension between Puck and Quinn... everyone could see it. Whenever she was paired with him on choreography, she got Mr. Schuester to change them around and if Puck accidentally touched her while they were rehearsing a number, she practically jumped out of her skin. This song was a way to get them back to how they use to be, or at least make it less difficult for them to work together. Honestly, Quinn would rather fall off the top of the cheer leading pyramid onto concrete than dance and sing with him. But she really didn't have much of a choice.

Finally when everyone was settled down and Mr. Schuester was done with his small speech about conveying emotions, he called Quinn and Puck up to the front and Quinn instantly grimaced. Standing up she made sure her skirt wasn't bunched up in the back and followed Puck up to the piano. She took the spot opposite of him and for a quick moment, her eyes met his. He looked almost as bad as Finn, with dark circles under his eyes and a wounded puppy dog look that flowed off of him. It was too much and Quinn quickly turned her attention away from him and onto Mr. Schuester who was going on about how they needed to use the entire stage and really feel the music. As the music began, Quinn took a deep breath and looked back at Puck, ready to sing. She began the first few lines (you don't bring me flowers, you don't sing me love songs, you hardly talk to me anymore) and watched as Puck headed towards her. She gulped as he too sang and grew ever closer. By the time the song was halfway through, he was right in front of her and it was as if they were the only two in the room. Sure, this was what the song entailed but it still made Quinn uncomfortable. So by the time Quinn and Puck sang the last few lines, Quinn had spun away from him and was about as far away as she could be... much to Mr. Schuester's displeasure, if his expression was anything to go by. When the last note rang out and the music stopped, Mr. Schue motioned for them both to come back to the center of stage and sighed heavily. "That isn't exactly how I was hoping this would go." He said, letting his eyes dart between the pair of them. Frankly, Quinn didn't care if that wasn't how he wanted their choreography to go because that's how it was going to. All be damned if she was going to act like Puck did anything besides disgust her.

"Sorry Mr. Schue, but Puck kind of reeks." She said suddenly in her patented Quinn Fabray, Queen Bee tone before she looked over at Puck and crinkled her nose in disgust. Truthfully he did smell bad but it wasn't nearly enough to warrant her acting the way she was. still, she was Quinn Fabray and if she didn't want to do something... she wasn't going to do it. No matter what Mr. Schuester wanted. "I was afraid that if I got too close, I might pass out from the fumes." She said again in her catty voice, trying her best to hide the amusement in her voice. Mr. Schuester wasn't exactly pleased with her sudden onslaught of insults aimed at Puckerman but before he could say anything about it, Quinn shot Puck one last glared and turned on her heels before headed off the stage. "I have to go to the restroom." She said over her shoulder, ignoring the stares from the Glee kids in the choir chairs as she made her way past them. She had a feeling Mr. Schuester wouldn't be too happy about her little storm out - she was really channelling Berry something fierce there - and she couldn't exactly use the baby as an excuse anymore but she really didn't care. She hated Puck and she hated being near him... and it was Mr. Schuester's fault that she was so upset now. For once she just wished that Schue had given the solo to Rachel. At least then she wouldn't have to deal with Puck. Once out in the hallway, Quinn quickly made her way into the girls bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. She really didn't have to pee she just didn't want to deal with Puck at the moment. She really like singing and having a solo was really exciting for her, but Puck was even starting to take that happiness away from her. She was tired of him making her life so difficult. She really wished he'd just go away already.



Quinn hated the fact that even though she was no longer pregnant and no longer plagued with those horrible hormones that went along with carrying a child, she still managed to cry more than she use to. Now she had more to cry about though. Before the baby it was always Coach Sylvester's snide comments about her belly fat - had the woman ever even looked in a mirror? Her thights were bigger than Quinn and Brittany's waists put together - or the fact that she made an eighty-seven on her English test and her parents were going to murder her. Now all of that seemed like nothing in comparison. She'd kill to go back to being the perfect little cheer captain, a spitting image of her older sister... even though deep down she despised the comparison. Now instead of English tests or belly fat (okay, maybe a little belly fat) her mind was plagued with stress over the baby she could no longer call her own, the school she wasn't even sure she wanted to be on top of anymore and the boyfriend she knew wanted someone a lot more than he wanted her. It was like she was in the same position she had been the previous year, only with more stress than before. Not that she'd ever go back and deal with carrying a baby again. She wasn't stupid. Was it too much to ask for a break though? Maybe a little while without having to watch everyone pine over Berry while she sat in the hallway, fuming mad about a kiss she really shouldn't care about in the first place? She wasn't even sure why it hurt anymore. She had her chance with Puck and it just didn't happen - mainly because he can't keep it in his pants long enough to prove he's worth her time. So why was it that every time she saw him with someone else, she clenched her fists so hard that she had half moon shaped marks on her palm for the rest of the day? Why when she saw him with other girls, she always wished it was her standing on his arm and laughing at his godawful jokes?







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While Aubrey had been prepared for some sort of agressive act from Luke she hadn't expected him to be so physical. She had gone in thinking he would just take her beating and add a few half assed attempts at insulting her, maybe even grab her arm as she tried to leave. She hadn't expected him to grab her fully and spin her around. She hadn't anticipated the look of sheer abandon in his eyes as he let his anger consume him and erase all sense of reason from his mind. Had she known he was so lost she might've refrained from wailing on him so fully, though she wasn't the type to regret something when it was fully deserve. Gritting her teeth, Aubrey stumbled backwards and braced herself right before she slammed back into the wall. All the air escaped her lungs as her torso and head banged back against the hard wall and she closed her eyes, hoping this was all Luke had planned but knowing he wouldn't just leave it at that. She stayed like that for what felt like hours before she cracked her eyes opened and stared up at him. The anger from before was gone, at least for the time being, and had been replaced with pure fear. He had never gone this far before. He had never been this out of his mind with rage. It worried her that he might not stop this time. That he might not realize what he was doing until she was really hurt. She was a tough girl but her skinny body had nothing on his over-abundance of muscles. If he decided that he wanted to hurt her, there was nothing she could do but wait for it to be over. Unless by some miracle she got free and began to run. With the way his hands were tightening on her arm though, Aubrey had a feeling she wasn't going to be able to break free. At least without causing even more damage to her pale skin.

As Luke opened his mouth, Aubrey felt a sliver of anger creep back up and she couldn't help but grit her teeth and narrow her eyes. How dare he. He had no one to blame but himself for the things he was going through. Aubrey felt like screaming at him and she really wanted to break his nose even more... but for the first time in quite awhile she thought about what to do before doing it. Luke was livid - even Helen Keller could conclude that - and he looked like he was ready to snap. Not to mention he looked pretty scary looming over her like that. His eyes were vacant of anything that would remind her of Luke, he looked downright murderous and he was already covered in blood... that was also dripping down onto her shirt. That was going to be fun to explain. Finally, Aubrey's emotions got the best of her and she looked him square in the face, glaring as best she could given she was nearly shaking from fear. "What you're going through?! You brought all this s**t on yourself!" She yelled, moving her leg to kick him in the groin but missing as he angled his hips to the left. "It's your fault! You deserve to feel like s**t for how you treated me!" Aubrey continued letting out a hiss as his fingers began digging into her skin. In an attempt at breaking free, she tried to pull her arms from his grasp but only succeeded in causing his nails to dig deeper into her skin. Letting out an airy groan, she tried to wiggle her hips to get him off of her but it didn't help at all. "I'm surprised you can feel anything!" She hissed but Luke was too far gone to care about what she was saying. At least later on when he looked back he'd be able to over analyze it. For now though, they were just failed attempts at getting him so angry that he let her arms go so that he could hit her. The moment he let go, she'd be out the door.

As if answering her prayers - that is if Aubrey actually had a deity to pray to - just as Luke looked like he was either going to hit her or spout some pathetic rebuttal, someone called his name from downstairs and came stomping up them. Aubrey locked eyes with Luke and hoped he didn't plan on getting one good hit in before company came calling. Thankfully the person showed up before Luke could make any sort of decision and Aubrey looked over quickly in a pathetic attempt at showing them just how much she needed their help. Her entire body relaxed when she saw Nick standing there instead of someone else. She had been too caught up in Luke's rage to differentiate whether the caller had been male or female. Her mind had been racing over who it could be. Had it been Elle she would've stood there while Aubrey became Luke's human punching bag, giving him instructions on where to punch next. At least Nick would try and help her. He hated Luke enough that any excuse to punish him was more than likely a welcome occurrence. As her eyes locked onto Nick, she watched as his own darted between the two of them as well as the contents of the room and she found herself jumping at the intensity of his voice when he finally spoke. What was with the Steele men and anger issues? Finally Nick made his move though, stepping across the room and grabbing Luke by the collar before pulling him off of Aubrey which in turned caused his fingers to scratch along her skin as he went. Letting out a sharp yell, Aubrey collapsed back against the wall behind her and grabbed her forearms before sliding down the wall into a sitting position. The adrenaline from before was fading fast and the reality of the situation was sinking in, which caused her eyes to water.

Aubrey's attention wasn't on the two men as they began fighting. Instead her eyes were focused on the fresh wounds on her arms and the tears rolling down her cheeks. This just went to show that she was much better off without him. He was worthless and she deserved so much more. The only thing she could think of as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall was how much she wanted to see Zeke. He'd clean her up and probably end up attacking Luke once he knew she was alright. Oh what she'd give to see Zeke beat the crap out of Luke with his plastic light saber. Letting out a shaky breath, Aubrey finally opened her watery eyes to see Nick and Luke fighting before her. She was just in time to see Luke's uppercut which caused her to gasp out loud. What if he really hurt Nick and all she did was sit on the ground crying about her hurt arm? Climbing to her feet, Aubrey had to press herself back against the wall as Nick slammed into Luke and Threw him into a hanging shelf. With wide eyes she watched as Nick delivered blow after blow to Luke's side, obviously cracking a few if the sounds coming from that corner were anything to go by. Darting her eyes towards the door, she braced herself to run towards it when Luke finally got ahold of Nick and threw him off of him and right in front of Aubrey. She stared down at him with wide eyes and watched as Luke began giving as much as he got. "Please stop," she found herself saying half-heartedly. She had thought that this would be fun to watch, Nick and Luke fighting, but it was a lot less entertaining than she had imagined. Not to mention she was absolutely terrified that Luke might turn on her next.

Stepping forward Aubrey looked over at Luke and didn't recognize him one bit. His eyes were sunken in and he was a complete mess, not to mention he reeked of weed and alcohol. She had a feeling there was more than just pot and alcohol coursing through his veins though. "Stop it!" She yelled finally, reaching up and grabbing one of Luke's arms as he pulled it back. This got his attention and she watched in horror as he turned his eyes towards her, barely even registering who she was before he jerked his arm and threw her back against the wall again. With a soft hmph she felt her head slam against the wall and she slowly slide down it once more. Once she was on her bottom, Aubrey opened her eyes only to have the room spin slightly. Walking to the door wasn't an option anymore. She could barely focus on anything in the room, let alone walk down stairs. So she sat there and tried to regain her composure but the buzzing in her head and grunts around her weren't helping her feel better. Her head was starting to pound and all she wanted to do was go home. As the men before her barely missed falling on top of her in their attempts at killing one another, Aubrey got the bright idea to call someone for help. Since she didn't think her voice would carry all the way outside, her phone would have to do. Reaching into her pocket, Aubrey pulled out the phone and flipped it open. It took a minute for her to focus fully but she quickly typed up a message before Luke could see what she was doing and sent it to her father. Out of all the people in the world, she knew he's the one that would help her no matter what. And he'd kick Luke's a** on the way out as well.


daddy, i need you.




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Becky was torn. She had been torn since the moment she stood up in her tub and washed off all the evidence of what she had partaken in. If she was being honest, she had been torn long before that but she didn't really want to admit that to herself at the moment. She wasn't sure what she wanted anymore. A part of her, a big part of her, was still waiting on someone to jump out and say this was all a joke and that Warren was really coming home. But another part of her knew that wasn't even possible and that part of her wanted something to help her finally get over that last hill, to help her stop living in the past and start enjoying the present. She knew deep down that Adam was that something. He had helped her so much over the past year that she knew he could help her with this too... that they could help each other. It was just too much too soon. One minute they were blushing from accidentally walking in on one another and the next minute they were having sex in a bathtub. It wasn't exactly the way she had expected things to develop; not that she ever really expected them to get that far. It was all just too confusing and as much as she wanted to forget it or push it off on Adam, she knew she couldn't do that. She had already tried and he had broke her down yet again. We didn't do anything wrong. Becky wanted so badly to believe those words, wanted so much to convince herself that she hadn't in fact done something wrong... but she had. It wasn't the right time for them, like Adam had said. They should've waited, like Adam wanted. She should've said no, like Adam had tried to. But she was weak and she needed him. She always needed him. He was just so good at making her forget and on a day like this, forgetting was all she really wanted to do.

"Are you feeling alright Rebecca? You haven't even touched your food." The concerned tone and sudden cool feeling of fingers against her idle hand were enough to bring Becky out of her mind and back into the present. She wasn't herself today - hadn't been herself for awhile - so it was only natural that her mind would be elsewhere when she was suppose to be visiting with a family that technically wasn't even hers. Blinking a few times, Becky looked down at the cold hand that was clasping her own on the table and shot a weak smile at its owner. Mrs. Hunter, a woman who acted more like a mother to her than her own mother did; the only person in the world that called her Rebecca. She had known Mrs. Hunter - though she was always told to call her Mariam, or Mom - just as long as she had known Warren and Adam. They had all grown up in the same town, gone to the same schools and even attended the same church. Mr. Hunter, a man that Becky still to this day hadn't quite figured out, and Becky's father had been hunting buddies while she and the boys were growing up. It wasn't until Warren began dating Becky that she really became a part of the family though. As strange as it felt now to be with all of them after Warren was gone, she couldn't help but remember the way it felt when he was still alive. Like she belonged... like she finally had a big family full of people who would do anything for her. Her own family wasn't that close. They were just a mess of distant people who only got together for holidays or funerals. Letting out a soft sigh, Becky let her eyes flow up to the woman before her and broadened her smile ever so slightly. Even in her old age, Mrs. Hunter still managed to look good. She was a voluptuous woman with a love for food that rivaled any culinary genius alive. Her dark hair was peppered with gray and her eyes crinkled at the sides with laugh lines. Both of her sons had gotten her almond shaped brown eyes and her ability to make people smile without even trying. She was an amazing woman, the type that Becky hoped to one day become.

Squeezing the hand that was now laced in her own, Becky made sure to flash her most genuine smile before she finally responded. "I'm fine. Just had a big breakfast." It was a lie but Mrs. Hunter didn't need to know that. Adam would know and once the small untruth left her lips, she couldn't help but let her eyes travel over to where Adam sat on the other side of his mother. He had been acting strangely ever since she sat down at the table, hovering over his food like someone might steal it if he moved so much as an inch away and avoiding eye contact with her at all costs. She didn't blame him. To be honest, she was a little relieved that he was being weird about this as well. Instead of being angry with her and going off like she had, he was avoiding her which only made his mother's brows furrow even further when she regarded them. Usually she and Adam were inseparable, especially at the Hunter household. He always sat by her at the table or on the couch, throwing an arm casually behind her just to let her know that he was there. When things got a little too heavy for her and she escaped out of the back door for a bit of fresh air, he was always on her tail. It was almost as if they were a couple without all of the messy feelings, something his mother had voiced only a few weeks prior when they stopped by after going to eat at the local steakhouse. Mrs. Hunter had a knack for dropping little hints like that but never coming out and saying exactly what she wanted to. Becky knew that Mrs. Hunter felt it was only time before Becky really was a part of the family, on Adam's arm instead of Warren's now... but Becky just couldn't think like that. She couldn't see herself being anyone but Warren's wife, no matter how much she had grown to love Adam. It just wasn't a thought to her. She could barely even deal with the fact that she had slept with him. A relationship - and god forbid, marriage - with him was something she couldn't even bring herself to consider.

After a few moment of idle conversation and forks clinking against glass plates, Becky found herself being led from the table and into the living room by Mrs. Hunter. She hadn't eaten any of her food, just moved it around with her fork while avoiding any sort of eye contact that might mean she had to speak up. The house was dead, it's usual booming energy interrupted thanks to a memory they all just wanted to suppress. For the first time in Becky's life, she almost felt awkward inside the Hunter household. Even when she first began dating Warren it hadn't felt awkward, just new and exciting. Mrs. Hunter's beaming face and Warren's hand pressed against the small of her back in a reassuring gesture were enough to wipe away any feeling of anxiety from her. That smile wasn't there anymore though and that hand wouldn't rest upon her back again. The memory clawed at Becky's chest and she quickly tried to build that wall around her heart back up again... but she wasn't sure it would stick now. There were so many things trying to knock it down. As she left the room, Becky shot a glance back at Adam and caught his eyes with a pleading look. She wanted him with her even though things were tense between them. She wanted that rock, wanted that arm behind her head and that voice in her ear if she got a little too lost in herself. Upon reaching the living room, Becky took a seat by Mrs. Hunter on the couch after she patted it enthusiastically, as if she'd actually turn down the older woman's request. It wasn't long before the photo albums were pulled out and opened, much to Becky's displeasure. This was by far her least favorite part of coming to the Hunter household.... the memories. But she always did her best to deal with it, painting on a fake smile for Mrs. Hunter and clenching Adam's hand when she saw a picture that contained her and her deceased fiance. She was in for an interesting time this afternoon, especially since Adam was a little too far away to grasp at when her heart felt a too heavy for her chest.

"Oh here's one of Warren and Adam playing in the sprinkler." Mariam said with a low rumble of laughter, pointing out an old picture on the worn black page. In it there were two boys - no older than four or five - one with a pair of blue swim trunks on and the other with nothing covering him up. Becky couldn't help but smile at the picture, her eyes darting up to find Adam who was seated in the chair right next to the couch with a slight flush on his cheeks. "Adam never did like wear clothes." Mrs. Hunter continued, her voice taking on an amused tone and causing Becky's mind to venture places it really needn't go, especially given present company. Letting her eyes dart back to Mariam for a moment, she shook her head and spoke. "Thankfully, he grew out of that." She muttered softly, letting her brown eyes sneak a glance over to Adam through her eyelashes, sharing a knowing look with him before they returned back to the scrapbook. Mariam turned the page and Becky felt her heart leap in her chest at the sight. Up in the left hand corner of one of the pages was a picture of her and Warren from her junior year. They were sitting on the hood of Mr. Hunter's old Mustang out in the front yard. Becky was curled up against Warren's chest, asleep and Warren was looking down at her like she was some forgotten treasure, a look of pure bliss cast across his face. It was enough to tug at Becky's heart and she heard herself gasp before she felt it. Leaning back against the couch, she ran her tongue over her teeth and willed herself not to give herself over to the stinging sensation in the corners of her eyes. Slowly, Becky found her gaze drifting over to Adam and she shot him a frown before biting her lip and standing up to leave. She couldn't do this. Not right now.

She didn't even hear the protests as she left, muttering something that sounded like bathroom - yet another lie - before she left the crowded family room. She walked, darting around corners she knew all too well until she came to the empty kitchen. It was full of dirty dishes and food, leftovers that she knew she and Adam would be eating for at least a week. When Mrs. Hunter was upset, she cooked and when she cooked, she made enough for the entire town... and then some. As she looked around, eyes not locking on anything particular she barely even registered that someone had followed in behind her. She just let her eyes fly around, willing the moisture in them to dissappate so that she could finish this lunch and go home to cry. It wasn't until a large hand came to rest on her shoulder that she even realized that there was someone else in the room. Looking over her shoulder she let out a huff of annoyance as Adam spoke, the words not registering in her mind. All she could focus on was getting away from him, controlling herself. Pulling herself from his touch, Becky made her way over to the sink and paused, Her hands gripped the edge of the counter so hard that her knuckles turned white and she looked up at the ceiling in an attempt to make the tears in her eyes go back where they came from. She was tired of crying, tired of being a mess. She didn't want to be the mourning fiance anymore, didn't want to be the one that Adam had to take care of. She wanted to be strong. She wanted to move on but her mind just wouldn't let her. There were to many reminders... too many things that reeked of Warren lying around. She could box up his stuff but she knew that would just make her feel like she was trying to forget he ever existed. She could move away but that would mean she'd just be sad and by herself... instead of sad with company.

"Adam, I need," Becky began in a hushed tone, her tear clouded eyes cast out the window in front of the sink. As she spoke a bit of movement in the trees caught her attention and she cut herself off mid-sentence. Leaning forward a bit, she tried to get a better view of what was coming out of the woods. She had been expecting a dog maybe, or even a deer. She hadn't expected a person dressed in crisp, clean clothes. As her eyes roamed over the figure, she felt a tremor of pure shock flow through her body when her eyes finally reached his face. Had she not been gripping the counter so firmly she might've fallen over. It took a moment for the nerve endings in her brain to figure out what exactly she was seeing and before she could stop herself, her mouth dropped and she exclaimed, "Oh my god!" In a slew of motion, Becky shot from her place at the sink and over towards the door. She threw it open quickly and bolted out towards the woods with one thought on her mind. Warren. She had seen him. She had really seen him. He looked just the same, only a little older and more tired than she had ever seen him. With a grin on her face, she quickly sprinted out to the edge of the woods and peered in towards the spot where she had seen him but he was nowhere to be found. At the sound of Adam's voice behind her asking what she was doing, BEcky felt her heart sink and her grin turn into a look of bewilderment. "I saw him." Who? "I saw Warren." Where? "He was right here." You're going crazy. "He smiled at me." Her voice lost it's excitement with each statement she made, not directing it at anyone but herself. Adam was behind her, probably as confused as she was and probably thinking that she was going insane. But she wasn't. She had seen him... hadn't she?

Turning on her heels, Becky regarded Adam with a look that resembled a deer caught in the headlights. Taking a few steps forward, she swallowed hard and furrowed her eyebrows. "I saw him Adam. I swear." She said in a pathetic voice, needing him to believe her. If he didn't believe her than who would? She had seen him but if he was really there, why hide in the woods when she came out to find him? Doubt plagued her mind as Adam spoke, telling her he believed her but not sounding so sure of it himself. It was enough to make Becky wonder if maybe she had wanted it too much, if maybe she had seen Warren just because she wanted him to come back and make everything right again. Her throat clenched and soon she found it hard to breathe, her eyes misty once more and the smile of her face gone for good. She was breathing hard, sucking in heavy breaths quickly as she tried to gain control of herself. Before she could even ask for it, Adam was there with his arms around her and his lips on her forehead. "I'm going crazy." Her voice was airy and showed just how exasperated she was. Her eyes were wide and unseeing, her body shivering as the realization hit her. "I'm ******** mental." She cried, the swear word barely registering in her mind as she spoke it. She didn't swear much, thinking it very unladylike so saying something so biting was a big deal. It didn't seem like much to her at the time though. Instead of dwelling on it, her mind raced with thoughts of Warren and what she had just seen. He looked so real and that smile... it killed her to think she had just imagined that. Burying her face in Adam's shirt, Becky didn't even realize they had an audience until a voice sounded above her sobs.

"Uhm, I think it's about time we wrapped this up." Mrs. Hunter said in a low voice, her eyes boring into the back of Becky's head. She began ushering the rest of the family back into the house and by the time the door was closed, Becky was a crumbled mess in Adam's arms. She couldn't even remember the number of times that week alone she had cried into his shoulder or collapsed in his embrace. It was becoming too much of a habit but it wasn't one she could kick just yet. She needed the comfort, needed the words he was whispering in her hair. She needed him to bring her back more than she ever had before.







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It's funny how one's life can change in a matter of seconds. How tiny decisions can end up deciding someone's fate, for good or for bad. Complimenting a stranger in the books store, having just one more beer at the bar or flashing the new foreign exchange student your most supportive smile as he struggles with his English. It's the little things that make up Lilly-Anne Beastly's life. Instead of a series of major events, her past is sprinkled with little ones barely significant enough to mention. Growing up in Louisiana right along the bible belt doesn't really make for a riveting history. Just a childhood flooded with bible school on sunday's, ballet practice on wednesday's and the occasional birthday party. It was no surprise, given how uneventful her childhood had been, that she let her hair down the moment she turned sixteen. Being a teenager in northern Louisiana meant one had to find inventive ways to have fun, most of which included underage drinking and a slew of casual sex. You see, Lilly had never been the type of girl to desire anything particularly steady in her love life. She liked the sporadic nature of sleeping around, of wooing boys and getting rid of them the moment they began to bore her. She never wanted that white picket fence her mother always talked about, never had the desire to feel her heart swell at the mere sight of the one. She didn't want that picture perfect romance because she didn't want to end up stuck. She didn't want to grow up to be like her mother who lived in a small house in rural Louisiana, always bitching about how much her husband doesn't pay her any attention and her kids don't do anything but take and take. She didn't want to end up like that, so she never went out searching for that special someone. Whenever someone would get close, whenever someone would just about reach the top of that wall she put up she cut them loose. Of course, that was all before Diego Malue came into her life and shattered every wall she had ever managed to put up.

There's always that one exception to the rule, the one clause that breaks every boundary and finds the proverbial loophole. For Lilly-Anne Beastly, that exception was a cute foreign exchange student who went by the name of Diego. The moment he had walked into American History, teeth teasing his bottom lip and eyes darting from person to person out of sheer nerves, she had decided to make him her little project. Really, what girl wouldn't want a little spice after flavoring so much of the same thing over and over? Louisiana boys were all just little carbon copies of each other, with their love for their trucks and fishing and anything that had to do with being outdoors and grimy. It was enough to bore a girl to tears if she had to listen to it long enough. So the thought of Diego was exciting in and of itself; Lilly just hadn't expected how much his mere presence would change everything she ever thought about herself. She hadn't expected that batting her pretty little eyelashes and throwing her charm his way would result in anything but a few good nights with the Colombian Casanova. He turned out to be more of a challenge than she expected though, which she later realized was why she was so keen to stick around longer than she usually would. He wasn't like other guys, as cliche as it sounds. The language barrier made it hard for him to realize when Lilly was obviously throwing herself at him. Nothing kills the mood more than "Can you translate that". But with time Diego began to notice and with time Lilly found herself craving his attention more than anyone else she had been with. The things he said, even in his broken English, were sweeter than all of the sweet nothings boys had whispered into her ear combined. He was suave, even if he never really saw it that way, and he treated her more like a woman than any other man had before. He didn't just have sex with her to get off, he did it to show how much she meant to him. He bought her flowers and opened doors for her, all the cheesy romantic things she had never really liked. She still wasn't a huge fan of it but with Diego is was different, just like everything else was with him.

Lately things were becoming a little more serious than Lilly would like. There was mention of marriage, the "L" word and even talk of kids, all from Diego of course and all waved off by Lilly. She was eighteen years old, fresh out of high school and attending a college barely an hour from New Orleans. This was her first real relationship since Mikey in the eighth grade. She wasn't ready for that kind of commitment and she didn't even know if she wanted to have kids at all, let alone get married. But Diego was so adamant about it, his eyes always lighting up at the mere mention of a family of his own. It was those eyes that drove her to laughingly agree to this social experiment, at least that's what she figures it was. Reality shows had never been something Lilly was particularly interested in. The way they focused more on how much of a fool they could make someone look instead of what the actual show was about bothered her, not to mention with the right editing they could make a perfectly normal situation look like a complete mess. So how she had agreed to be one of those fools was beyond her. Being a girl who constantly made rash decisions probably helped the situation on quite a bit. All she could remember was Diego complaining about how he didn't trust her and how their relationship was doomed to fail if she didn't prove to him that she was faithful to him and only him, that she could be the woman of his dreams. Lilly had never been the type to be into all of that gushy romantic stuff but the way those words just rolled off of Diego's tongue in that yummy voice of his, it was enough to make any woman melt. She still wasn't quite sure when she had agreed to a show that forced them to play out a stereotypical suburban scenario, something Lilly would never in a million years desire. But there wasn't really any going back now. Especially given their current position.

Lilly had never been driven around with a chauffeur in her life. They didn't even have a limo service where she lived, so for prom she ended up driving her dad's old pick up to the dance which was held in the town's banquet hall (which really wasn't anything to brag about). So having a driver to escort her and Diego from the airport to their new home was a welcome change, something she could really get use to. Lilly had a bit of an obsession with the finer things in life and she had always expected that she'd find a man with deep pockets and settle for a mutually satisfying relationship. He'd buy her anything she wanted and she'd have sex with him whenever he wanted. It didn't exactly work out that way though. Instead of a handsome millionaire, Lilly found herself falling for a boy who wasn't even a citizen and thus had quite the hard time finding work at all, especially in Louisiana. His accent didn't help much either but it wasn't like Lilly was the type of person to leave him just because he couldn't support her right now. They were just kids after all and he was fun. That's all she really wanted right now. But the future was steadily approaching, that white picket fence playing a large role in all of her nightmares. She wasn't ready for kids and she sure as hell wasn't ready for this experiment but she knew that if she didn't stay, if she didn't at least try the one boy she had ever let down her defenses for would be out of her life for good. As much as she hated admitting that she relied on a man so heavily for her happiness (something she had spent most of her life trying to avoid) losing Diego would be heart breaking. Sure, they didn't have the ideal relationship but Lilly was never the type of girl to go after the American dream. Diego was exotic and even after a year of being with him he still managed to surprise her, whether it was with a term of endearment he had spent hours on the internet looking up or a controversial reality show that would finally put her in spotlight. Granted, not all of his surprises were good but the fact that she had yet to grow bored with him meant something. Didn't it?

Unlike all of the other couples, who Lilly figured were cuddled up in the back of their respective cars, she and Diego weren't speaking or curled into one another with goofy grins spread across their faces. It wasn't that either of them were mad, at least Lilly wasn't... Diego just preferred not to display their affection so publicly which had really been a challenge to adapt to over the past year. Lilly was all about flaunting whatever catch she had managed to obtain; always holding hands or giving them kisses on the cheek, but Diego was a traditional type of guy and he didn't like that sort of thing. It embarrassed him, which was something Lilly had yet to break him of. He didn't speak much in public either, always ashamed of his accent and easily frustrated when someone asked him to repeat something. Lilly adored his accent, especially when he was speaking rather passionately about something, whether it was a result of her flirting with a nameless guy in front of him or something less extreme. There was a comfortable silence in the car though, one they usually shared when around other people. Diego was sitting idly next to her, gazing out the window and she was flipping through a fashion magazine as they made their way towards their new home. She was nervous and curious at the same time, though her nerves were more from what might happen if she didn't perform to Diego's liking. Had someone told her a year ago that she'd end up on a television show worried about whether her current boyfriend was going to dump her or not, she would've laughed in their face. Now it was something she was seriously afraid of. She wasn't sure how she had gone from a free spirit that refused to be tied down to yet another girl in a committed relationship, but she really didn't want to let it go. She liked waking up to text messages from Diego, liked knowing that if she was feeling a little down he'd be there to listen.. she liked that she could rely on him and that he was sticking around not because she was giving him boatloads of sex, but because he actually liked her. She liked it all and she wasn't ready to give it up just yet. But at the same time she wasn't sure if she was ready to take the plung either.

As the car finally pulled to a stop, Lilly closed the magazine in her hands before looking over at Diego. She noticed the half smile he flashed her and beamed back before reaching up and pushing the large sunglasses on the top of her head down over her eyes. She waited as the driver came and opened the doors before she grabbed her small bag, stuffed her magazine and stepped out. Although she had spent quite a few hours on a plane and a few more in the car, she still managed to look her best. After all first impressions were everything. Dressed in a long gray shirt that was ruffled at the neck, a pair of black leggings and black stilettos, with her hair falling in loose curls down her back. Stilettos on a plane ride weren't exactly practical but fashion wasn't meant to be practical.. it was meant to look good. Letting her eyes flow around the culdesac, Lilly waited as the driver pulled their bags from the back and let a smile come across her face. It was much nicer than she imagined. Once the bags were out and the driver back in his car, Lilly made her way over to where he boyfriend stood, her heels clicking softly against the sidewalk. As Diego finally spoke, his accent thick and his sentence short per usual, Lilly let a smile come across her face before she grabbed one of her bags. "It's gorgeous." Lilly replied softly, remnants of a southern accent dripping from her voice. Thankfully she hadn't picked up on the southern drawl that most people in her hometown spoke with. It made things easier with Diego and it sure as hell made her seem less like a redneck and more of an approachable person. "Come on." She said quickly, grabbing one of her bags and hauling it on top of a rolling one. She had quite a few bags, after all they were staying for quite awhile but thankfully it wasn't enough to warrant more than one trip from the curb to the house. As she made her way through the door, Lilly's jaw dropped and she couldn't help but gasp. It was so big and upon stepping inside she only had one thing on her mind.

With the bags abandoned just inside the foyer of the house Lilly turned to Diego with her trademark predatory smile. It was the smile she wore when she was about to do something naughty, whether with a boy or all by her lonesome. Stalking over to him, Lilly's intense eyes locked with his and she teased her bottom lip before pushing him up against the wall next to the doorway. She saw the surprise in his eyes, remembered it from the few times she had tried this before. He was never really the type for quickies and it often took quite the amount of coaxing from Lilly to get him to have sex anywhere that wasn't a bed. She was hoping that since all of this was new for both of them that she might catch him with his guard down for once. "Which room do you want to christen first?" She asked, her voice heavy as she lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Before Diego could even open his mouth to answer though, Lilly shot him a purely evil smirk and leaned forward. Her hands traveled up to his hair, her fingernails running over his scalp as she pressed her lips against that spot under his ear, then his jaw before finally making her way to his lips. When she noticed he wasn't responding like he usually would she leaned back and opened her eyes to look at him. While he looked completely sinful with her pink lipstick staining his skin and his hair a complete mess, there was a look of sheer confusion on his face that made her purse her lips and sigh. "It means have sex, kinda.." she admitted softly, hoping the mere mention of the word wouldn't cause him to push her away and go running. While they had a pretty active sex life it was never as adventurous as Lilly would like it to be and she often found that a little too much adventure in the bedroom scared Diego off... so she didn't try it very often. "As in, which room do you wanna have sex in first?" After practically purring the question she moved one of her hands to his chest and the other to the side of his face. Leaning in slowly she pressed her lips against his, giving him enough time to pull away before she got down to business. The foyer sounded like the perfect place to start, as long as no one looked in through the windows.

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fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller a snake with blue eyes
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller and he only comes out at n i g h t
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Moving was a real pain in the a**. Not only had the move from Nashville been pure hell - driving in a uhaul with his father for god knows how long wasn't something he'd wish on his worst enemies - but a week later, he had to turn around and move again. It was like his parents couldn't make up their mind. Granted, he had known he'd be moving into the dorms at Western the moment the real move was confirmed but he hadn't expected it to be so quick. He barely even had time to get use to seeing palm trees and sand instead of dirt and cow pastures before he was making the journey down to western. Compared to the trip from Nashville, this one was a piece of cake. The girls and his mother had flown down from Nashville, leaving Mason and his dad to deal with bringing all of the furniture and such. It wasn't exactly the most exciting road trip of Mason's life, mainly because he and his father had never really been that close, but it wasn't something Mason wanted to think about at the moment. He was about to spend months away from his parents - even though they'd only be a little ways away - and as much as he knew he would miss them (mostly his mother) he couldn't wait. He was ready to meet some Miami girls, wondering how they stacked up to the girls in Nashville. He wasn't particularly excited about meeting girls at a private school but he'd deal with what he'd been given. For all he knew, private school girls were more wild than public schools ones. He definitely hoped so because he wasn't about to play the perfect little boyfriend for some rich snob just to get in her pants. He was better than that.

According to the things Mason had heard about Western, it was a private acadamy that held a few of the more tempermental kids in Miami... which really made him wonder why his parents were sending him and his two sisters there. It wasn't like any of them were particularly unruly. Mason had a bit of an issue with women according to his family and quite a few of his ex-girlfriends but that didn't warrent him a place at a school for troubled kids. Cady was a little bit on the wild side but that was just a quirk of hers... not to mention Mason was always there to make sure she never got in over her head. And Avery... well she was a bit of a control freak but that definitely wasn't something she needed a school for. All in all, they were fairly innocent compared to the picture of Western that had been painted in Mason's mind. It wasn't like he couldn't handle himself around those types of people though. Not only had he worked on a farm all his life, building up the rock hard physique he now had... but he had been in his fair share of fights over the year, whether with some random girl's boyfriend or a guy who looked at his sister's the wrong way. He could handle himself in Miami... he just wasn't sure if his sister's could. At least in Nashville there was only so much they could get into. Miami was a party town and Mason didn't want to spend his entire year following his sister's around and making sure they weren't being taken advantage of. Letting out a heavy sigh, Mason peered out the window at the palm trees they passed and did his best to ignore the godawful music flowing through the car. He was annoyed to say the least. They had only been out of Nashville for a little while and he was already missing getting up with the sun and doing the work his father refused to do. After all, he was a lawyer and lawyers didn't do grunt work. As much as he missed it though, he knew things would be more than interesting in Miami. Different, but interesting.

Once the car finally came to a stop in front of Western, Mason found his nerves jumbling more than he had anticipated. He wasn't sure what to expect of Western. He was use to Nashville and its big personalities. He was use to being on top, use to not having to work for the popularity he had. He wasn't use to being in a place where he knew no one besides his sisters. It was a new experience and he wasn't quite sure how to respond to it. Once the girls were out of the car, Mason quickly threw open his door and stepped out, grabbing the small backpack he had at his feet and throwing it over his shoulder. As he made his way around to the back of the car to get out the bags, he listened to his sisters and his mother say their goodbyes and rolled his eyes. It wasn't like their parents were going to be across the country. They were a thirty minute drive away, if that and he knew that the moment any one of them asked, they'd be on their way to pick them up. Granted, that probably wouldn't happen unless they were completely miserable. Mason oculd tell his mother was upset from the sound of her voice and once he had everyone's bags on the sidewalk, he walked over to the short blond woman and wrapped his long arms around her. "Don't go crazy without me there." Mason mumbled into his mother's hair, smiling at the airy laugh she gave before he pulled away. He was definitely a mama's boy if he really had to choose one or the other. He and his father had never really gotten along. Mr. Alfred always expected so much out of him and Mason just didn't like the pressure of being the only one who could carrying on the Alfred name once his dad was gone. He didn't want to be a lawyer like his father expected him to be. He didn't want to turn out just like his dad. He wanted to be his own man, make his own decisions but apparently that wasn't an option in his old man's eyes.

Inhaling deeply, Mason watched with disinterest as his sister's finished up their goodbye's. As his father made his way to him, mouth pulled into a tight line Mason just nodded and let his eyes dart from the man's face to the ground awkwardly. "Sir," he said quickly before shooting him a half assed salute and grabbing the handles of a few of the bags. As soon as his parents drove off, the tension in his shoulders disappated considerably. As Avery and his sister spoke, Mason couldn't help but shake his head and look down at the bags at his feet. There was no way he was carrying all of their s**t. He could barely handle his own and what would it look like if he was being their pack mule and some fine piece of a** walked by? "How about we forgo the ruckas for now and start with grabbing our bags?" Mason asked in an amused voice, grabbing his own bags before he caught up with his sisters. "I'm seriously not getting your s**t. So if you don't want it to get stolen, you better go grab it." His tone was strictly matter-of-fact as he stepped in front of them and stopped. He only had his suitcase and a backpack full of stuff. They on the other hand, were women and had more packed than he even owned. Shrugging his shoulder, Mason turned from them and came face to face with a messy haired guy that was about the same height as him though not nearly as built. Scrunching up his eyebrows, he listened as the guy went on about showing him around and making sure he didn't befriend anyone unpopular. Mason couldn't for the life of him understand why, without even knowing who he was, this guy wanted to do such a thing. What ever happened to "Hey, I'm so and so." ? Arching one of his eyebrows, Mason dropped the backpack on his shoulder down onto his suitcase and gave the guy his full attention. Who was this guy anyway?

"Dude, seriously?" Mason asked under his breath, trying to figure out exactly why he was being bombarded the moment he stepped into Western. Sure, he knew he probably looked like a real threat to this guy but was that really enough to warrent this type of attention so soon. He had expected it from the girls - he always expected it from the girls - but this was a little weird, especially for a guy like him. Do I have in need of a bromance tattood on my forehead or something? He thought, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in an expression that read half bewilderment and half annoyance. This guy was obviously in dire need of friends but why the ******** did he need to find a friend in him? It wasn't like he didn't want to have bros at Western but this guy just didn't seem like the type of dude Mason surrounded himself with. He was too in your face, probably scared off girls more than attracted them. Mason was having a hard time figuring out whether the guy wanted him to be his wing man or if he wanted to ******** him. He definitely wasn't into all of that Brokeback Mountain s**t... but maybe he was being a little too harsh. After all, he wasn't in Nashville anymore. He was in Miami and maybe this was the way people acted in Miami. As hard as it was to believe, Mason did his best to open up his mind to the idea and forced the scowl off of his features. Looking over his shoulder at his sisters, who were standing there idly waiting to see what Mason would do, he raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders before turning back to the over-enthusiastic guy. "Uh... sorry. It's been a long week." He said awkwardly, reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He knew he should probably take the guy's offer. After all, if he didn't make any friends at Western the move really would turn out to be pointless for him.

Swallowing his pride and pushing away the annoyed feeling, Mason decided to give Mr. Enthusiastic a chance. Just as he opened his mouth to respond though, the guy was making his way over to some short lanky kid and saying something about carrying his bags. Turning back to his sisters, he painted a confused look on his face. "We're definitely not in Nashville anymore." Mason grumbled just as another guy joined their midst, this one a little less in your face but a lot more annoying... since he seemed to only be interested in speaking to Avery. It took everything that Mason had not to get in the stranger's face and tell him to leave his sister alone, that touching her was a very bad idea on his part. But he kept his emotions in check and instead sent the foreign guy an icy glare before the guy from before returned. "Uh, I guess I'll catch you guys later." His bright eyes flew over his two sister's, darting from Avery and the guy beside her before he locked eyes with him. "And you'd do well to keep your hands to yourself." And with that, Mason turned on his heels and went after the guy he had met moments earlier, half because he was curious as to what this guy wanted with him and half because his little firend now had his luggage... which was something he kind of needed. As he caught up with the guy, Mason had to keep himself from checking over his shoulder on Avery. He knew nothing terrible would happen given it was only nine in the morning but that still didn't mean he wanted to leave his sister in the hands of some strange guy. Thankfully before Mason could do anything about it, homeboy was speaking up again and asking his name."Uh, I'm Mason. Just moved here from Nashville." He voiced, finally giving into the urge and turning around as he walked. His eyes lingered on the area he had just come from and he couldn't help but gnaw at his bottom lip. "Hey," he said suddenly, elbowing the guy in the side suddenly to get his attention. "Who's the douche?" So much for leaving his sisters be to have their own life.


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fillerfill • x twenty-four
fillerfill • x female
fillerfill • x werefox
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{ !! } fillerfiller identities erased; ryder, abby or abs.
{ !! } fillerfiller not dead but definitely dying; twenty-four
{ !! } fillerfiller last time i checked; female
{ !! } fillerfiller too many options may kill a man; straight
{ !! } fillerfiller just a part of the herd; werefox... nothing special.
{ !! } fillerfiller my baby's got sauce; i have a thing for men of power, so the pack leader is pretty attractive to me... but I can't keep my eyes off of the shapeshifter.
{ !! } fillerfiller just another shade of grey; #AA2258

» » shine on me baby

{ !! } fillerfiller doll it up in virgin white; links
{ !! } fillerfiller guilty pleasures; being barefoot and outdoors. sex (what honest human being doesn't enjoy a nice tumble between the sheets?) the city. parties. parties in the city. stargazing. the feeling of the moon on my back and wind flowing through my fur. long drives with no destination. dancing. vegetables.
{ !! } fillerfiller devils playthings; cops. waking up early. pop music smelly people. how the world waits for no one. creepy old men. smog. whores. the unpredictability of life. cigarettes (there's nothing like bad breath to kill the mood). the fact that i turn into a fox (thanks mom and dad). being under appreciated. ******** vamps.
{ !! } fillerfiller under the bed; drowning. car crashes (i tend to grab the "oh s**t" handle even when people are just going around curves). going blind. oompa loompas (you can't tell me those little orange things don't make the hair on your neck stand up). anything with more than four legs. ventriloquist dummies. becoming one of them.

» » a sight to behold

{ !! } fillerfiller do i run rare; five foot six
{ !! } fillerfiller and you've changed so; one hundred twenty-eight lbs
{ !! } fillerfiller bat those eyelashes and pull up those skirts; green
{ !! } fillerfiller what was golden is gray; brown
{ !! } fillerfiller fortune finds me fit and able; not even my ears
{ !! } fillerfiller i killed my dinner with karate; ink isn't my thing
{ !! } fillerfiller do you want to run with my pack; i have a scar on my stomach from when i had my appendix taken out

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{ !! } fillerfiller made me bold like a horse;
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillernomadic -- i've always been the type to never stay in one place for too long. i blame my species. we're wanderers by nature. always one to start a bit of mischief here and there, then up and leave. i've never really been the mischievous type but I do tend to keep my bags packed and my eyes open for a new place to venture. i've bounced from big city to big city all around the state. i even spent some time in the Carolina's but i always seem to find my way back home. it isn't that i really hate it here... i just don't like the fact that it's so intimate. at least in the city i wasn't at risk of someone finding out my secret. mainly because there wasn't anyone i was terribly close to.
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerloyal -- if i befriend someone, i'm their friend for life. i know I don't seem like the type but trust is a big thing with me. i guard the people i love with my life and frankly, i expect the same. i don't befriend easily since i know just how humans are and it takes a lot to gain my trust. i'm not the type who befriends people who are powerful just for the sheer fact that they'll help me better myself. i befriend people who deserve it, people who aren't two-faced bastards like most of the human (and supernatural) populace.
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerimpetuous -- i tend to make rash decisions, act without thinking if you will. it's one of my oh so many flaws and it gets me into trouble quite a bit. i'm the type of girl who sees a lever and pulls it, asking "what does this do". the type who will always push the red button before even considering why you wouldn't do so in the first place. i let my emotions control me, instead of thinking before acting. and it always gets me into trouble.
fillerfillerfillerfillerfilleranti-vampire -- i don't have some sob story about how bloodsuckers killed a member of my family. i don't even know any bloodsuckers personally. i just hate them because they go against my very nature. they're murderers and they don't deserve to occupy the same space as my kind. this mainstreaming s**t is just a ploy to make the humans trust them. as soon as they get that, you better believe they'll rip every one of their throats out. i don't trust them as far as i can throw them and seeing as i turn into a fox, that isn't very far at all.

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Although it was the middle of winter and many northern states were blanketed with copious amounts of snow, Box Ankle had yet to see it's first snowball. There had been a few times when the air was just cold enough to freeze the rain as it made it's way down to the ground but it hadn't stuck. Even if there had been snow fall, it was doubtful that it would last long if it did decide to stick. The temperature in Georgia fluctuated so much that the snow wouldn't be able to last much more than a day. That wasn't much of a disappointment to Abigail Ryder though, given she preferred the blistering heat of summer to the brisk cold of winter - a big reason why when she left home, she never ventured too far north. She had always been the kid sitting inside on the rare occasion that there was snow on the ground of Box Ankle, huddled up in a blanket and reveling in the warmth as the rest of the town made snow angels and had snow ball fights. Cup of tea in one hand and fire blazing in the fireplace beside her as she waited for the warmth of spring. Spring brought with it flowers and leaves on the trees, making it easier for a little thing like Abbey to hide when the full moon lit up the sky. Being a werefox of all things made life a little more difficult than it would be had she been born to two wolves. Changing into something so small when the full moon came about was more of a hassle than a gift. While she could hide pretty well, in the way of defenses she didn't have very many. She had sharp teeth and claws but when pitted against a foe that was ten times bigger than her, those didn't help much. Such was the life of Abigail Ryder though. Always recieving the short end of the stick and always having a bad attitude as a result.

Although bad attitudes seemed to be her signature, tonight was a little different. Instead of feeling as if she were stuck in ******** nowhere, doing nothing yet again on a saturday night... Abbey actually had plans. Granted those plans also coincided with every other resident of Box Ankle but it was better than sitting at home and watching Lifetime with her mother. There was a party of sorts, though Abbey wasn't quite sure what the occassion was. Whatever it was, she was pretty excited to go. Or as excited one could be about a bonfire in the backwoods of Georgia. About thirty minutes prior to the beginning of the party, Abbey found herself dressed and nearly ready to go. Since it was still chilly outside and would be getting colder as the night grew on, Abbey had dressed herself in a weather appropriate outfit. Framing her small upper body was a tight fitting cream sweater that cut off mid-thigh. Had it not been so cold she probably could've gotten away with wearing that and some leggings. As it was, the weather outside called for a bit more material covering her body so her long legs were encased in a pair of light gray skinny jeans. Abbey hated the skinny jean fad and preferred her legs to be less constricted but she couldn't deny that they made her legs look good and they did serve a purpose, occasionally. The bottoms of her pants were tucked into a pair of boots that matched the color of her top almost perfectly and stopped at about the middle of her shin. After putting on the smallest bit of make up and adding a gray belt over the sweater as well as a bit of jewelry, she was practically ready to go.

The party tonight was going to be one of the first big get together's that Abbey had been to since settling back in Box Ankle. There were a few ceremonies here and there, like when Troy had been named pack master though she hadn't been nearly as close with the pack as she was now. A friend of the pack.. that's what they called her. Though she saw herself more of an acquaintance to a few of the members, mostly the pack master. Something about Troy intrigued Abbey, which was quite the feat in and of itself. Then again, there were quite a few other creatures in Box Ankle that she found herself intrigued by now-a-days. Things weren't as dull around town as they were when she was a kid. With the addition of the vampire club just a mile or so from the city limits things seemed to have heated up. There were more supes around than Abbey remembered, mainly werewolves that hadn't been on Abbey's radar when she was younger. They all seemed to have the same goal; get rid of the vampires and make sure the town stayed safe. That was easier said then done though. The vampires weren't planning on giving up without a fight and they had enough of their own backing them that if said fight was to go down, they'd put a huge dent in the numbers Troy had on his side. Of course, none of that really mattered to Abbey. She wasn't in it for the safety of the town - though deep down it did bother her that vampires were threatening her hometown - and she sure as hell didn't have some sort of debt with Troy. No, she was in it for the sheer thrill of it. She craved adventure and this situation prvided just the right amount. After all, she was stuck in Box Ankle for awhile... at least until her mother got a little better. So why not have some fun while she was there and help the local pack eradicate some filthy bloodsuckers?

After making sure she looked presentable and letting Mrs. Carter from next door in to look after her mother while she was out - thank god for sweet southern neighbors - Abbey gave her mom a kiss on the cheeks and was out the door. The feild that the bonfire was being held at was just down the road from Abbey's house so there was really no need to waste gas getting there. Usually she changed and ran to the feild through the woods since that's where the pack met on the full moon (as well as the other were's around town) but running through the woods whilst trying to hold onto her clothes just didn't sound like a good plan. She didn't want to end up looking like a bum when she finally showed up so changing was out of the question. It wasn't like walking along the road would kill her anyway. And if she was lucky, maybe one of the townfolk would see her on their way to the party and give her a lift. Setting out, Abbey was glad she had chosen a pair of shoes that didn't have an enormous heel on them. Back in the city they were ideal because nearly every man one encountered had some sort of heel fetish. But in the country heels just weren't practical, especially not in the middle of winter. There were more dirt roads than paved ones here and half of the sidewalks in town could really do for some upkeep. A girl would break her neck if she tried walking around in Box Ankle in heels that were more than an inch or so high.

By the time she got close enough to the party to see the flames crackling through the thick branches of the forest and light playing off the cars that were parked along the road she was on, the sun was almost set and she was thankful that not only was she close enough to hear voices, but there were plenty enough for her to make a less than noticable entrance. The last thing she wanted was to be bombarded with questions about her mother or stares that obviously read "What is she doing out? Shouldn't she be taking care of Margaret?". For a few moments, Abbey stood at the edge of the feild beside a tricked out Ford that was nearly twice her height and fiddled with her outfit which just didn't seem to feel right. It was her first party in ages, ever since moving down from the city and while she often prided herself on her nonchalant attitude, she couldn't help the nervous feeling that overtook her gut. The feeling was soon pushed away as Abbey's eyes locked onto the refreshment table and the blue and red coolers filled with beer. That was exactly what she needed to make herself feel better about being out with all of these people. As she made her way around the edge of the party, she was only stopped by a few people who were standing close by the two tables filled with food. After a few forced nicities and half smiles, Abbey finally made it to the coolers and opened one up for find exactly what she needed. Reaching in, she winced at the cold feeling and quickly pulled out a Guiness before wiping both her hands and the bottle of with a napkin. It was way too cold to walk around with ice water all over her.

Opening the bottle, Abbey took a sip before she began moving towards the crowd of people. There was a low hum of music coming from a set of speakers in the back of someone's truck but thankfully it wasn't loud enough to be unbearable. As she slowly made her way towards the middle of the party, she found herself issuing a few nods and even waving at a few of the more enthusiastic residents around her. She was stopped a few times as people inquired about her mother's health but the conversations never lasted long. Her mom wasn't as sick as she was when Abbey first showed up. Every day she was getting better but Abbey was still bombarded with questions every time she went out. She understood that the town cared about her mother but while it was sweet, Abbey still found it quite annoying. As one her mother's church buddies asked if she could do anything to help out, Abbey heard someone call her name behind her and quickly turned around to find Annie Ashire walking briskly towards her. She let a smile come over her face as the blond made her way towards her and completely abandoned her conversation with the woman behind her. Annie was the closest thing to a best friend that Abbey had. They had gone to school together but they hadn't really run in the same circles. It wasn't until Abbey came back to Box Ankle and met Annie at the only bar in town that they even began talking. They had clicked the moment they met each other. Annie was more energetic than Abbey was and a lot more religious than Abbey would ever be but she had a perkiness about her that just made Abbey want to be around her. Not to mention she wasn't exactly rolling in the friend department. Annie was everything Abbey wasn't though and it didn't hurt that she took bi-weekly trips up to Atlanta.

When Annie finally stopped in front of her, Abbey regarded the girl with a smile before taking another sip of her beer. It surprised her that Annie wasn't inebriated yet. Usually she drank as much as she could the first hour or so into a party or trip to the bar and then Abbey had to make sure she drank water so that she wasn't puking all over the floorboard of her car on the way home. "Come on. As if I'd miss this." Abbey voiced, a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she looked around. "This party puts the club scene in Atlanta to shame." She continued, the sarcasm lining her voice fully now as she rolled her eyes and let a small laugh fall from her lips. Sure, the party was nothing like the ones in Atlanta but at least here she didn't have to worry about cops breaking it up, mainly because they were attending as well. Flashing Annie a toothy smile, Abbey peered around the blond and looked for Derek. She remembered the girl before her telling her about how weird he had been the day before and how he had asked her to the party... as friends, she was convinced. It killed Abbey how oblivious to Derek's affections Annie was but no matter how many times Abbey tried to tell her that Derek liked her as more than just friends, she never believed it. "Where's your loverboy? Don't tell me he chickened out." She inquired, letting her eyes continue to roam around the party. She wasn't really sure who or what she was searching for but she continued to look just the same.



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