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31 May 2011 @ 09:40 pm
so we lost. and yeah, it sucks because i know we all worked so hard for it,and i still feel like people are pissed cause of the whole 'stage incident'  
but you know what? we'll get our shot next year. we have one whole year to work on it, and to be better, and god, 12th out of 50? out of the nation? i'm pretty happy with that result.

and santana i would appreciate if you pissed off with that creepy looking voodoo doll.

and now i am really looking forward to enjoying my summer.
12 May 2011 @ 11:55 pm
Finn stumbled out of the school, listening to the door slam shut behind him. He wiped his mouth and took a step towards the car park, painfully aware of who was behind him.

He was so mad he couldn't breathe.

It all happened so fast, and he still doesn't quite know what came over him. All he knew was that as soon as his lips touched her neck, he had never felt the urge to punch somebody harder in his life. He heard him walk behind him and he gritted his teeth.

"Good work, Hudson. Really, stellar job," Jesse said, and Finn stopped in his tracks, painfully still.

He turned around. "Watch you're fucking mouth, St James," he growled, taking a step towards him.

There was no one there to tell him he couldn't beat the ever loving crap out of him now.
11 May 2011 @ 10:16 pm
i fucked up really bad.

and i'm sorry.
04 May 2011 @ 06:06 pm
I know we have been trying to like, lay low, and all that, because of Quinn, but thanks for coming with me, to the motel and all. I know it kind of sucks, this position, but ... well, just thanks.
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04 May 2011 @ 01:13 am
He walked down the empty corridor during his free period, his bag slung over his shoulder. He was on his way to the library, because he was honestly going to fail US History if he didn't get, he looked down at the piece of paper in his hand, US History: Student Edition. He's pretty sure he left his copy in the back of his truck and ... well, it wasn't around anymore.

Walking past an empty classroom, he saw Brittany sitting in the middle of the room, her bag on the table next to her looking directly at the blackboard. He frowned, and took a few steps into the classroom.

"Hey, Britt. What's up?"
04 May 2011 @ 12:57 am
Finn walked out of school and towards the football field, kicking the side door of the gym shut. He was pissed, mostly at his fucking life right now, because once again, him and Quinn had gotten into another argument, and now it was all his fault. Like it was his fault just once he wanted to talk about something that wasn't Prom. He really wished football season wasn't over right now, he really needed a distraction.

He walked out near the bleachers, his eyes on the field, when a figure caught his attention. It was Santana, standing behind the bleachers, leaning against the metal frame. He paused, confused, before he looked around and took a step towards her.

"Hey," he began, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "You okay?"
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01 May 2011 @ 09:53 pm
hey. how are you? i guess, i mean, how's your nose?

sent sunday may 1st 8:12pm to rach
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04 April 2011 @ 01:45 am
i had this really ... well, weird dream. like it had twists and turns and stuff, which never happens, and it ended ... i don't even know.

are dreams supposed to be weird? 'cause i googled it, and i read something about it tying in with your subconscious or something, like my brain is trying to tell me something.

i don't need my brain against me now as well. it's like a massive fuck you.
29 March 2011 @ 01:33 pm
It was just past six when he walked out of Glee. They had been staying back after school quite frequently recently, practicing for Nationals and brainstorming ideas. They hadn't quite got there yet, but they were all confident. Finn guessed that to be the reason Rachel had been withdrawn and busy lately; she was always trying to find ways to better the team in whatever way possible.

She had disappeared a few moments ago, telling him to go ahead and that she would meet him at his car. Apparantly she had forgotten something.

He reaches the carpark and stops at his truck, shivering slightly from the cold breeze. The clouds had gotten darker and darker by the minute; there was definately going to be a storm. He wishes she would hurry up, whatever she was doing.

Almost on cue, he saw her dash out of the school and across the carpark to him, her bag against her legs. Her nose was pink, he noticed. He wishes he didn't notice things like that.

'Hey,' she says breathlessly, stopping in front of him.
28 March 2011 @ 11:22 am
hey. how are you? I tried to catch you after glee rehearsal this afternoon, but you bailed pretty quickly. hope you are okay, I know things have been a little weird between us since ... well, I really hope you are okay, rach. I miss you.

sent 6:53pm march 28th to rach