not your barbie girl

[stephcrawford]

𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ( gigi & nico )

WHO @giannastone​ and nico abrams. WHEN tuesday-ish WHERE nico’s room / abrams residence.

GIGI AND NICO weren’t exactly a friendship that made a lot of sense on paper, but since they were decently young, they had each other. gigi was no stranger to the abrams household, so as she unexpectedly entered nico’s room, nico didn’t move a muscle from her perched position on her bed where she sat reading a magazine. calmly, she set it down, then scooted over to the side so gigi could sit and instantly they got to talking. it was a conversation characterized by lots of laughter and getting sidetracked thanks to nico’s wandering mind, but eventually, they got to what nico assumed gigi had come over to talk about anyhow. 

with her hands excitedly clasped to her chest, nico sat up a little. the level of gushing she was about to do made her feel like she was at the girls sleepover in some movie like grease, and she loved it. just to clarify she hadn’t messed up any of the details or made them more fantastical in her head, she asked, “so he really decorated your house with signs, then serenaded you? he asked you to be his valentine? what happened then, you have to tell me more!” she demanded with whimsy and her tone as she bounced a little on her bed and tugged at gigi’s arm. “i wish he had done all of that before candyland! no offense, but tracy wasn’t even hanging out with you. i mean i know i left early, but i barely even saw him.” a little frown. hardly noticing how she’d drifted from the original topic, she asked another question, “was your valentine’s day nice at least?”  

[giannastone]

if she had the choice between being at her house vs. being literally anywhere else, gigi would never go home. she loved her parents. they treated her well, went out of their way to give her what they could, and they loved each other.. but there was something so depressing about being confined to such a plain, lackluster bedroom. it hadn’t been a surprise to davis when she prompted him to drop her off at the abrams household, and it had hardly been a surprise to artie when he opened the door to reveal one gianna stone. “hey bitch,” she called as she forced her way into nico’s space.

“he did,” gigi replied, trying her hardest to keep her cool. nico had known the ins-and-outs of the gigi/davis debacle time and time again, but gigi never liked to show all her cards at once. “i said yes, of course,” she rolled her eyes quickly in the girl’s direction. “and then we went inside.” it went without saying. “he’s still on probation, you know? we’re just like, friends, right now.” as topic of conversation shifted to trace, gianna sighed. “don’t worry, i totally yelled at him for it, smooch,” she paused, recalling how the night had ended. “but he made up for it. we ditched candyland and went bowling,” a grimace. “i know. it’s so disgusting there, but it was weirdly fun?” perhaps the only good part of valentine’s night. “but, literally, where the fuck did you and miles go? was he a douchebag like everyone claims?”

[davisgools]

LOVE ON THE BRAIN

tagging: davis + @giannastone​ when: monday, february 15th where: stone residence notes: this is basically going to be a thread, but i wrote too intricate of a starter for this to not be a self para. i present - davis goolsby finding his heart and performing ‘love on the brain’ by rihanna noah guthrie to get gigi back.

Davis Goolsby was not the type of person that ever grew nervous in situations. He was calm, collected, and most importantly, calculated. However, as his body slid into his expensive SUV and began the short drive to the Stone residence, he could feel nothing but a bundle of nerves attacking his stomach. He didn’t care if people didn’t understand why he was trying to get Gigi back, because it made the most sense to him. Besides, he had already ruined his Valentine’s Day by skipping out on Candyland to discuss a couple things with Gigi’s family, he would be damned if he ruined the rest of his year by letting her slip out of his fingers. So today was made for nothing more than him trying one last time to show Gigi that his life revolved around nothing more than her.

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[giannastone]

as far as gianna stone was concerned, her flawless plan with trace had been an absolute bust. it had been amazing in theory: they’d attend candyland together, sit a little too close and laugh a little too loud to catch davis’ eye, and then they’d dip out all whilst leaving him wondering what the fuck was going on. that all went to shit the second they’d arrived at candyland and davis goolsby was nowhere in sight. after some serious pouting and complaining to heidi about davis’ noticeable absence, gianna had grown more than frustrated. it certainly didn’t help that trace had spent most of the evening singing and kissing other girls. when push came to shove and trace finally, no, miraculously found the way back to their table and insisted they leave candyland, gigi happily obliged. 

the day following valentine’s was debatably worse than the holiday itself. gigi had hoped expected to hear from davis in one way or another, but the silence on his end was deafening. in true gianna stone fashion, gigi tried her hardest to masquerade her real feelings with music, friends, and shopping. there normally wasn’t anything some time with her smoochies couldn’t fix, but as gigi got home, all she felt was deflated, exhausted, and alone.

the frown that had been permanently residing on her lips since the night before quickly vanished the second gigi stepped a foot inside her house and noticed the signs leading towards the backyard. she didn’t even have to think to know who had gone through all this effort. davis. gi’s heart began beating rapidly in her chest as she read each message, growing closer and closer to the door. gianna and davis were famous for not being able to convey their feelings through conversations, but grand gestures? well, davis clearly knew the way to her heart like the back of his hand. 

if gigi was a girl who wore her heart on her sleeve, she would have teared up upon stepping outside and setting her sights on davis.... but she wasn’t. she’d never be the girl who could show that kind of vulnerability, but she was certain davis appreciated the wide smile and doe-eyed gaze. “okay,” she breezed out with a soft sigh. if davis was willing to do all of this work for her, who was she to shut him down automatically? 

the song was a choice and while some people probably couldn’t find the beauty or romance behind it all, gigi could. her earlier grin grew wide, and by the time davis had wrapped up his number, she knew her face would hurt later from the happiness written across it. it wasn’t until davis muttered the words she’d been longing to hear that gigi allowed herself to be pulled closer to him. i miss you, g. “you should,” she teased, the smile forming into something that resembled more of a smirk. “i don’t know who else would put up with your bullshit.” it went without saying that it was a two-way street. there was quite literally no one else who could deal with the tornado that was gianna stone. 

gi held his gaze for a minute before finally responding with a simple “yes.” and with that, they were back. 

the end.

[giannastone]

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practice (and sacrifice) made perfect... there was no one who knew that better than gianna stone. when word spread throughout crawford county day that the lima players would be putting on their own rendition of spring awakening, gigi knew there was only one thing to do: audition. she’d spent enough years working late at the studio just to solidify quality practice sessions that not trying out would be a slap in the face to her old self.

gigi liked to believe that her secret was a strength because, in her eyes, it proved that she was dedicated and committed to the game, as well as succeeding in it. it meant that she was willing to do whatever, say whatever, and be whatever in order to be seen as an worthy competitor in her peers’ eyes. it meant that, when push came to shove, gianna stone was willing to get down and dirty in order to shine.

the truth of the matter was that while gianna’s home life was often a motivator to succeed and become better than her parents, it also came with it’s negatives. gigi wasn’t someone who typically got nervous, or at least, showed that she was nervous. she had a loud bark and was never afraid to use in it situations. she had strong opinions and was never afraid to share them, regardless of them being wanted or not. she was tenacious, hardworking, and unwilling to let anything get in her way....but, as she entered the waiting room and glanced around at everyone else silently preparing for their auditions, an unnatural wave of nerves started coursing throughout her entire body.

her eyes took in ivy’s black binder full of professional headshots, molly pearce’s aura of private lesson superiority, margot’s clear advantage because of her father, even kenna giardi’s access jean baptiste... and suddenly, the girl who typically believed she was the best in any room felt like a shell of a human being.

the sound of her name being called was enough to snap gigi back to reality. “gianna stone,” the was voice soft and reassuring. “we’re ready for you.” after shooting one last glance at the rest of the girls, gigi squared her shoulders and entered the room knowing she was already at a clear disadvantage.

the bundle of nerves grew with each step she took, and by the time gigi reached the center of the stage and her eyes settled on bryan ryan, she had been certain she could have puked. “hello,” she forced out through shallow breaths. “my name is gianna stone and today i’ll be performing love hurts and hester’s monologue from a woman of no importance.” with a slight nod of the head, gigi continued, “i’d like to be considered for ilse, but i would be happy with whatever you see fit,” a smile rested on her lips as she boldly lied through her teeth.

after handing the sheet music over to the pianist, gianna brought herself back to center stage and stared down at bryan ryan, mustering up all the strength she possibly could. she released a deep breath as the music filled the air and she wait for her cue... “love hurts, love scars. love wounds, and marks any heart, not tough or strong enough.”

“i'm young, i know but even so i know a thing or two. i learned, from you. i really learned a lot. really learned a lot. love is like a flame it burns you when it's hot.”

there was one person and one person only on gigi’s mind as her voice filled the air. davis. in a lot of ways, it had always been davis. gianna wasn’t daft enough to not realize that her and davis were toxic in every sense of the word. when they were at their worst, they were jealous, reactive, and did things out of spite. if davis was spotted with someone else, gigi would make certain she’d be spotted with two someone elses. if gigi sang a ridiculous song about him, davis would come right back swinging with a ballad of his own. even when they were at their ‘best’, it was still spotty. they argued, bickered, and fought like their lives depended on it.. but if gianna was being completely honest? she’d say she’d rather fight with davis than do anything with anyone else.

“some fools think of happiness. blissfulness, togetherness. some fools fool themselves i guess. they're not foolin' me.”

gigi and davis weren’t ones who typically expressed their emotions and feelings through words and mature conversations because that meant one of them had to open up and become vulnerable, something that didn’t come easy to either of them. instead, they displayed their passion, anger, and lust through the musical variety.. and while she had prepared this song selection when they were off, gigi hoped that davis would find the beauty in her singing about him yet again.

“i  know it isn't true. i know it isn't true. love is just a lie made to make you blue. love hurts, love hurts, love hurts.”

as the song came to a close and gigi moved into the monologue portion of her audition, she tried her best to remain calm, cool, and collected. there was a lot riding on this audition, in her eyes, and she’d be damned if she fucked it all up because of a small amount of humility.

“thank you gianna,” bryan ryan’s words rang through clear upon conclusion of her audition. “we’ll be in touch later this week.” with a small smile and a rushed “thank you,” gigi left the stage in a hurry.

[giannastone]

tracehummelanderson​:

TRACE WAS ALL FOR THIS PLAN WITH GIGI. to him, it was pretty much foolproof. there were no feelings there, just fun. what wasn’t to love? candyland was meant to have gone off without a hitch. they were supposed to be disgusting affectionate, and loud about it at that, but trace found himself running from table to table chatting, doing a couple of performances, and definitely neglecting his duties to gigi. following the new directions’ homage to one direction, his night got a little derailed when it came to sterling duval, a bathroom hallway, and a lot of kissing. regardless, he had managed to make his way back to his date who looked pissed. oops. “gianna, hey.” he let out a breath as he sat down. he might as well have sat in a pot of boiling water, because he could feel gigi’s irritation radiating off of her. “nothing’s wrong with me i just…” he paused, mouth slightly open as he tried to come up with a good excuse. unfortunately, nothing came to mind, so instead he offered a little shrug, “look, i’m here now, isn’t that more than enough?” trying to move the conversation away from getting a lecture, he put an arm around her and asked, “isn’t this so fun? are you having fun? i’m having fun.”

“gianna, hey,” she mimicked, her head tossing from side to side as she did so. gianna stone had a flair for the dramatics so even if she was just a little annoyed with trace? she would make it a bigger deal than it absolutely needed to be. in her head, they’d been crystal clear about their expectations regarding the night, and as far as gigi could tell, the plan didn’t  involve trace ignoring her or coming back to the table with flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. “it’s not enough,” gigi pouted, and in a moment of weakness, tacked on, “he’s not even here.” she didn’t have to name him for them to both understand who they were talking about. davis. all this work for what? “are you really having fun because i’m not. i’ve been sitting in this stupid booth alone,” she noted, then cocked her eyebrow at him. “where have you been? your song was done like ten minutes ago.”

[queenrafferty]

[giannastone]

heidianderson​:

If there was anyone who could call Heidi out on her bullshit and make her listen, it’d be Gigi Stone, but the last thing she wanted to hear was how Kaden wasn’t good for her or out of her league. “I know I’m out of his league,” she sighed, turning her back to the mirror and placing her hands on the sink behind her. “But my pickings are so slim. All of the Warblers are gay or they’re Chad and the only half-decent guy on VA is Davis so the best I’m ever going to get until graduation is some football player at McKinley,” she explained and while her sentiments weren’t completely true, they were true to her. “Besides, isn’t it kind of romantic? Valentine’s Day? First love? It’s so cheesy that John Green could write about us,” Heidi retorted. She wasn’t about to go all into detail if she even did still love Kaden, but if someone had their cap on straight they could piece together what was going on in Heidi’s mind, she was an easy read at best. “Wait, so this is like a thing to get Davis back?” She asked, squinting her eyes. “I should have known, but you couldn’t have used someone who like wasn’t related to me? I’m sure there’s five other New Directions guys you could have used,” and much cuter ones, at that. “Leave my family alone, bitch,” she bounced back with a laugh. At the end of the day, she didn’t care if Gigi was making out with Trace. At least there was someone putting out for him. “I’m not the one macking on someone else’s cousin, even if it is some psychotic ploy to get an ex back,” a pause. “Dylan’s probably too straight for me, isn’t she?” 

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gianna stone was hardly the best person to be dishing out relationship advice to anyone, let alone to heidi. gigi’s own love life was in shambles which, in hindsight, was pretty par for the course. logic and rationalization aside, gigi wasn’t about to let the moment pass without giving her two, or twenty, cents. “then why are you with him?” she countered, brow raising out of curiosity. “were you just using him for valentine’s day? because, if so, i totally support that.” okay. so maybe heidi was making some points about the warblers. the pickings were definitely slim there, and lord knew that gigi and heidi already barked up the semi-available trees. as the word davis came tumbling out of heidi’s mouth, gi shot her a glare that all but said don’t. realistically, gigi knew that heidi was the last person who would dare cross her on that front, but gigi tended to not think realistically when it came to matters of one davis goolsby. “romantic or vomit-inducing?” she challenged, not fully sure she believed heidi had spent all this time truly missing kaden. “since when the fuck do you want cheesy? who are you and what happened to my best friend?” heidi was going to do whatever she wanted when it came to kaden, gigi knew that, but at least now she’d be able to say i told you so when it inevitably went up in flames.... again. “no. this wasn’t to get him back,” gianna clarified, though she was clearly lying through her teeth. “but if he happened to hear about it, get jealous, and come crawling back? i wouldn’t be like, so opposed to it.” heidi’s dramatics earned an eye roll, or two. “trace is cute,” gigi defended her actions. “it’s not my fault the anderson genes are so superior,” gi lightly flicked her friends arm as she smirked. “i promise to not kiss your cousin in front of you if you promise to leave mine alone,” the last thing gigi wanted was some kind of nightmare storm between heidi and dylan. “isn’t there some other girl you can go scheme on?”

[heidianderson]

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 // para

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Heidi Anderson & @giannastone​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Sunday, February 14th. Night.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Breadstix. Restroom.

Heidi was surprisingly enjoying her time at Candyland. It wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, but it wasn’t the worst Valentine’s Day she had ever celebrated and things were actually going really well. Even if the Canaries lost regionals, there was one thing for her to look forward to. Her and Kaden were going to get back together and after the night they were having? That seemed to be the most plausible scenario to come out of the night. Sometime throughout the night, Heidi and Gianna had crept off to the restroom to touch up on their makeup and gossip without the likes of any McKinley or Carmel kids listening on in them. Opening the door, she quietly muttered an “ew” and then furthered her steps into the bathroom, heading straight to the sinks and mirrors. “So,” Heidi started, a smile appearing on her face as she looked straight into the mirror, her fingers instinctively going up to her lips and wiping off any smeared lipstick. “I think Kaden and I are like actually getting back together,” she revealed, her eyes darting to look at Gi in the mirror. She was ready for any and all backlash her friend had for Kaden considering Heidi knew that if someone wasn’t his biggest fan, it was probably Gianna Stone. “And we for sure need to discuss you and Trace, smooch,” a grimace appeared on her face as she reached a hand into her hair, tousling it to give it more volume as it had fallen flat. “I mean, cousins should totally be off limits. Besides, Trace is…” she couldn’t find the words to explain him but she did physically shudder at the thought of him and Gigi. “Then again,” this time she turned her head to look at Gigi for real this time, “do you think I’m Dylan’s type?”

[giannastone]

candyland was turning out to be an absolute bust. instead of flirting and enjoying her night like originally planned, gigi could’t get her mind off the noticeable absence. where the fuck was davis? and more importantly, who the fuck was he with? despite her best efforts, gigi’s thoughts kept circling back to her on-again, off-again boyfriend... or, ex-boyfriend? regardless of semantics, davis was gigi’s, and the thought of him spending valentine’s day with literally anyone else had her wound up to 100. when heidi had appeared at her table with the promise of girl talk and a distraction, it was safe to say gigi was more than thrilled. there was nothing she wanted more, apart from a certain someone, than to engage in some gossip with her smooch. that mood instantly departed the bathroom the second the word kaden came rolling off heidi’s tongue. “you’ve gotta be kidding me,” gigi sighed as she leaned closer to the mirror to apply a new layer of lip gloss. “what happened to leaving trash in 2040?” after pushing the gloss back into her purse, gigi turned to look at her friend. “seriously, smooch. kaden? you’re so out of his league it’s insane.” gianna stone was nothing if not honest to a fault, and that meant she didn’t hold back...especially when it came to heidi. “trace and i are just friends that kiss sometimes,” gigi waved her hand at heidi, as if to thwart off the conversation. “i just wanted davis to know he’s not the only one who has options.” ridiculous? yes. dumb? yes. but that was the status quo. “dylan?” gigi echoed, a laugh rolling off her tongue. “exhibit a why you shouldn’t be with kaden. and no,” she smirked. “dylan is way too nice for you. leave my family alone, you bitch.” 

[giannastone]

can you comethru? 

WHO: gigi stone & @tracehummelanderson​ WHEN: sun feb 14th WHERE: candyland

in gigi’s mind, her plan was flawless. her and trace would show up to candyland, be annoyingly gross, and word would get back to davis. did gigi like trace? no, but neither did he, and that was what had made the plan so beautiful. they were both well aware that the other was getting something out of the deal: gigi would get a jealous davis and trace would get... a pretty girl on his arm? regardless, the ride to candyland had been full of silent excitement as gigi imagined how the night would play out. any plan that gigi had went to shit the second they crossed the threshold into candyland. trace was the definition of distracted as they struggled through their conversations. at the rate everything was happening, all davis would do in response was laugh. after his performance and him being M.I.A. for a good 20-25 minutes, trace finally returned to their table, looking more out of sort than ever. “what’s wrong with you?” gigi sighed upon sight of him. “this is like, not what we talked about.”

[giannastone]

text | davis + gigi

DAVIS: lol what?

DAVIS: gianna, c'mon. it's been long enough. i get it, i messed up. let me make it up to you.

DAVIS: by taking you to Candyland.

GIGI: i know u lost ur common sense when u started seeing other people, but i didn't realize u lost ur ability to comprehend simple sentences too.

GIGI: i already have a date.

GIGI: i'm gong w trace.

[giannastone]

text | davis + gigi

DAVIS: so what time am i picking you up for Candyland?

GIGI: ur not.

GIGI: i already have a date.

[valentinhos]

[giannastone]

davisgools​:

While Davis hadn’t been expecting the warmest of welcomes from Gigi, he hadn’t expected to hear her audibly sigh. Sure, they were still in the very public eye right now, but the Canaries had lost their Regionals - they didn’t need to hide anymore. It definitely took some wind away from the very high flying wings that Davis was sporting tonight, but he had never considered himself to be a quitter. “And you look beautiful, are we going to keep sharing obvious things?” He cooed out with a wide and toothy grin before his face was falling immediately. Was she… moving away from him? He knew that she had been mad at him, but perhaps Davis had underestimated the power of a Gianna Stone scorned. 

Hearing that she wasn’t interested was something that, maybe, Davis had heard before, but it had never been paired with the fiery look that was lingering behind her eyes. Maybe he quite literally had fucked things up a little too much this time. Davis knew that there was going to be some fallout from his Jazmine Evans debacle, but this? This was supposed to be their night. “I came over here to steal you away,” Davis said through gritted teeth before he was looking over at Gigi’s lesser conversational partner and shooting him a quick smile. “Gigi’s busy now, thanks.” Without another word, Davis was grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the hallway of rooms in the fucking Motta household. Davis was rich too, but the Motta mansion was almost ridiculous with how many rooms there were. Once they were in the privacy of their own space, Davis was finally dropping her wrist and sighing heavily. “You know we don’t have to pretend like this anymore, right? I’m sorry you lost tonight, really I am, but we… c’mon G.” There weren’t many times in which Davis Goolsby felt anything near ‘helpless’ and ‘hopeless’ but he was starting to feel pretty damn pathetic right now. But for Gianna, he would grovel.

“i know,” gigi snapped, her arms quick to fold across her chest as she put more space in between herself and davis. “i’ve been told many times tonight,” a pause. “and i don’t need to hear it from someone that reeks of cheap alcohol.” in gigi’s eyes, it was a little too late for pleasantries... well, it was a little too late for anything. gigi and davis were no strangers to getting back together at the end of a competition season, but gigi couldn’t shake the feeling that this season was going to tell a different story. in their times apart, both parties always made an effort to go out, mingle, and subconsciously (or consciously) make the other jealous, but davis had never taken it as far as he had this time. and while gigi normally always came running back, she was loving this new source of power that had replaced her earlier anger.

“that was your first mistake,” gigi retorted, her line of eye sight following his to trace, who had seemingly fallen into another conversation. “i was having fun with h-” she began, but was quickly cut off by davis’ hand wrapping around her wrist and dragging her into a room. a smile fire started burning in gigi’s chest, and she was certain it was evident on her cheeks. a tell-tale sign that she was on her way to an explosion. “i’m not pretending,” there was an iciness to her tone that davis had only seen on a small, selective amount of occasions... and, even then, he’d only been a witness of such attitude, it had never truly been directed at him. “when you tell someone sorry and follow it up with but, you’re totally negating the entire apology,” and as davis uttered we, gigi felt her eyes narrow. “newsflash, goolsby. there is no ‘we’. you made that pretty clear when you decided to parade jazmine, ivy,” she helped up a finger for each passing name “and winnie around town. so, if we’re done here, i’d like to get back to the party.”

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michaelchangiii​:

It did not take a lot to annoy Michael. He was naturally grumpy, so really, anything could get his eyes rolling. But Gigi really knew how to get on his nerves. From the moment she climbed into his car, he knew she was going to start messing around with his stuff, so it did not surprise him when he eyed her going through his phone. He didn’t know what annoyed him, the sound of Katy Perry or whoever the hell it was blasting through his speakers or the fact that she was now asking questions about football Chad. “He’s like the nicest guy at McKinley. You’d ruin his life,” Michael replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He pulled his focus back onto the road as he listened to her talk about her mall trip. They both knew he didn’t mind picking her up. Michael usually came up short when it came to building genuine connections with people. Mostly because he refused to do it, but with Gianna, it had all just happened fairly naturally. She started talking to him, and she was clearly one of those people who liked to hear themselves talk. And Michael? He was the type of person that barely spoke, so they ended up meshing well together. And now, he was stuck being her favorite chauffeur. “You’re really in my business tonight, huh?” He questioned with slight annoyance in his voice. But if there was anyone he was really going to talk about Otto with, it would be her. “We’re hanging out or whatever,” shrugged, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. “Nobody’s throwing around official titles like that.” Not that he was opposed to the idea or anything, but he was starting to realize that his best friend Octavia sometimes needed a little push in the relationship direction. “What about you? Which show choir dude is it this week?”  

“nice is boring,” gianna sighed as she continued to scroll through michael’s messages. when she came across another name, her finger paused over the screen. “rocky,” the name rolled off her tongue. “he’s cute, but he seems like his bark is bigger than his bite. what’s his story?” it was safe to say they were both well aware that gigi had no intention of pursuing rocky, chad, or any other bumbling fool that stumbled across the mckinley hallways. michael had been around long enough to know the ins-and-out of the davis goolsby saga, regardless of whether he wanted to or not, which meant he ultimately knew that every time gigi spiraled on about new boys, she almost always ended up back in davis’ arms. a vicious cycle that had no end in sight.  “i’m trying to be in your business,” gigi counterd, an annoyed sigh escaping her lips. “but you’re so damn boring it’s nearly impossible.” in a way, that was kinda why their friendship even worked in the first place. gigi was chaotic, nosey, and blunt to a fault... and michael’s quiet demeanor was a calming source, even if it wasn’t always welcomed. “we’re hanging out or whatever,” she mocked as she dropped his phone into the cup holder, a smirk spreading across her lips. “when are you gonna stop acting like you’re not the world’s biggest simp for her?” anyone could tell by one glance at michael and otto that there was more than ‘just hanging out’ going on. “if you don’t snatch her up, someone else will,” gigi was sure of that. “trace and i are going to candyland together,” she stated simply. “sang to me at the mall and everything.” the smile was still ever present on gigi’s lips as she turned to her friend. “you’re taking me to heidi’s, right?”

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VOCAL VALENTINE

TO: GIGI FROM: TRACE MESSAGE: Happy Valentine’s Day. Can’t wait for Candy Land. Hope you like the number.

Spotting Gianna down by the fountain of North Hills Mall, Trace waved Sam and Julien to follow him down the escalator and right to her feet.

Sam smirked seeing Trace and was ready. He was born to perform and this was just another challenge. He entered performance mode and strutted down the escalator. “Ms. Gianna Stone.” Her name was emphasized by him, as he hit a loud whistle note after saying it to set the mood. “You are a lucky lucky lady and someone super special. A true sweet heart sent you vocal valentine.” He was smooth and acted as if he was on stage speaking to one crowd member out of hundreds.

Julien bounced towards Trace while maintaining his bashful smile and eye contact with Gigi. “This guy,” Julien planted his hands firmly on Trace’s shoulders and gave him a gentle shake, “asked us to do this little diddy for ya!”

Then, Trace stepped forward and took Gigi’s hand to deliver the message, “Happy Valentine’s Day.” he said with a wink, then brought his lips to her knuckles in a smooch, “I can’t wait for candyland, I hope you like the number.” he whispered, before standing upright, “Let’s get it!” he called.

As the music began over the mall’s speakers, all three of them began vocalizing with a series of buh-buh-duh’s. The three of them sang and moved in unison with a perfectly silky tone and swift dance moves that Trace had plucked straight from an old warbler routine.

A performance in the choir room or even on a regional stage was one thing…but performing in the middle of such a public place like the mall? Totally different ball game…it was kind of awesome!

About halfway through the song, quite the crowd had gathered to watch the performance. If anything it fed their energy as the three of them skillfully circled Gigi with immaculately precise vocals and dance moves. Julien had half a mind to put his hat on the ground to start collecting tips, but he refrained.

Eventually the performance came to a close and the patrons of the mall applauded thunderously. When the clapping died down, After the number, Sammy smoothly slid in front of Gianna on one knee. A trick he learned in parkour classes. He was huffing a little and smiling brightly at her. He smoothly reached behind his back and pulled out a dark red rose. “We’ll see you at Candyland.” He fell back when she took the rose and joined Julien and Trace as they moved on to prepare for their next target.

when trace had texted gigi to inform her that he’d gotten her a vocal valentine, she hadn’t known what to expect… but whatever she had guessed? well, it was blown out of the water at the sight of trace, julien, and sam busting into a near-flawless routine in the middle of north hills mall. 

the smile on gigi’s lips only grew wider with each passing moment, and when the performance came to an end and sam was placing the rose in her hand, she was certain her smile was accompanied by a slight blush. “you guys were incredible,” she gushed. a compliment from gianna stone was no small feat. “but you?” she directed the question towards trace, reaching over to plant a light kiss on his cheek. “i’ll see you later.”

it was safe to say their little scheme was off without a hitch. 

[giannastone]

tracehummelanderson​:

ERUPTING IN LAUGHTER as gianna got herself all worked up over his comments. “chill, g” he advised, still grinning. “utah can’t be that bad. chaddy’s mormon and he’s a blast.” he said with a very convinced nod. though with gigi glaring daggers, he figured it best he put away the jokes for now at least. “okay, okay, i’m joking. cool it.” he encouraged her, then narrowed his eyes at her suggestion, “you wanna go to candy’s birthday at breadstix together?” he asked, “don’t get me wrong, I love candy, and i can tolerate breadstix if i’m stoned but i was fully planning on sneaking out after my performance.” he admitted, but as she raised her proposal, he sighed. “alright.” trace agreed easily, there truly weren’t any holes he could poke in her logic. they both had something to gain. “what kind of deal are we talking though?” he attempted to clarify, “like, are we going full happy couple or are we going as us?” 

“is he?” gianna countered, not all that convinced that trace was correct.. or even on the right path to being correct. trace was a lot of things, but his logic was clearly flawed and seriously tapped. “literally why would you leave after your performance?” she questioned, eyebrows knitting together in a mixture of frustration and confusion. as trace pondered her proposal and finally uttered a simple alright, a smile stretched along gianna’s lips. there was no feeling quite like getting what you wanted, and in this situation, trace had provided her with such. “it’s valentine’s day,” she stated the obvious. “if we’re not showing up at candyland and being disgusting, what’s the point?” she was certain trace knew how to do that. she’d witnessed it enough when he had been dating his ex. “are you done talking now?” she questioned, before tacking on, “because i didn’t exactly come over to talk.” they’d both known that going into, so gi didn’t bother to wait for a response before wrapping her hand around his neck, pulling him closer, and crashing their lips together.

the end.

[davisgools]

what do you mean, ‘no’?

tagging: davis + @giannastone​ where: post regionals party

Regardless of what he had said to Ivy St. James earlier in the week, Davis would rather die in a fiery and violent crash than miss a single second of the first round of Regionals. There was no other place to get top grade entertainment like he had received that night. Sure, the Canaries were a mess and a half with their yee haw cowboy song selections, but he couldn’t remember a time in which Gigi had look so freakin’ good. Maybe it was the sheer fact that he had barely spent any time with her one on one since her birthday last month (arguing at a stupid McKinley party last week about who was and wasn’t his girlfriend hardly counted) or maybe he just genuinely missed her. However, as soon as the results were read aloud and the Canaries were (unfortunately) meeting their doom and the end of their competitive season, he knew that he wasn’t going to have to miss her any longer.

The end of competition season meant that the Vocal Adrenaline contract was null and void whenever it came to Crawford. 

It was the only thing that could explain his demeanor at the after party. He had single handedly greeted people he had nearly thrown up thinking about before, congratulated his possible biggest rival for the New Directions win, and taken enough shots with Lima losers to have him feeling like this was his party. As soon as he saw Gigi, he couldn’t stop himself as he walked over to her, arm immediately snaking around her waist as he pulled her close. “Can I steal you away?” He asked with a smile dripping through his slightly slurred words as he already began to pull her away from whatever loser she was currently wasting her time with. It was time for them.

[giannastone]

gianna was annoyed. not only had she been forced to snap and sway behind aubrey at yet another competition, but the canaries’ captain had lead them to a devastating loss. in gigi’s eyes, the only redeeming part of their performance had been her solo. she had owned the stage and she was certain people would never forget her rendition of here you come again. regardless, the loss had only done one thing: made it crystal clear that she absolutely needed to go through with dethroning the former canary queen. with her, and margot, at the helm, the crawford canaries would never have to sing a country song again. 

an after-party to celebrate the new directions/trouble tones win was hardly the place gigi wanted to be after being publicly embarrassed, but she’d rather put on a fake face than let anyone think they’d seen the best of her. the other reason gigi was so quick to accept an invitation to candy motta’s party, apart from dylan or candy, was the desire to keep an eye on davis. it was no secret to anyone that the pair were on-again, off-again... in normal circumstances, this game of cat and mouse didn’t include davis parading around with half of lima. it had irked gianna to her very core, and in retaliation, she’d rekindled friendships with people like trace and reggie. she been flirting with the former when she felt the arm snake around her waist. when her gaze cut to the one person she’d ever allowed to get close, she audibly sighed. “you’re drunk,” she started as she pulled herself out of his touch. “and i’m not interested. in this conversation, or quite frankly, you.” a lie. “did you come over here to gloat that my pathetic excuse of a replacement won?”