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FUCKHEAD:

Beach Plan is officially a go, amigos. I got a house booked for 06/01, and admission is $50 for the week. Get me the money, and pick your room on the website. I’m thinkin’ we’re booking for 2 to a room, so pick your partner too, I guess. It’s buy-your-own food, but we’re gonna carpool, so it’ll save some money for everybody to pitch in for gas.

Who’s in?

private.

Okay... Quick q: was your weed laced again, or are you turning over some weird, “all-inclusive” new leaf now that you’re down your fav butt buddy? ‘Cause I don’t mean to be a bitch, but this little PSA is an open evite to each and every freak and geek with an allowance, and I totally thought you knew better.

#puck

texts ⌨ dave & san

dave: Yo Lopez. It's Karofsky. Don't think too much about how I have your number.

dave: Are you going on Puckerman's beach trip?

san: be real. who'd you threaten for these digits?

san: yeah, duh. i'm the token hispanic.

#text: dave

Santana had a bad habit of dedicating a lot of thought to the whole lady gay thing while drunk. Of course, this was most probably due to Brittany’s own tendency to strip. And dance. And flaunt the full length of her legs for any and all attending guests. And while the whole ordeal was generally fire hot (though for ways she wasn’t quite ready to acknowledge) it was also irritating.

Gay or not, it was common knowledge that neither sharing, nor caring, were her thing, per se. Seething rage was more her style, and with it: jealousy. It was jealousy that had tiptoed from the flannel closet to pull Brittany up and away from the crowd. It was selfishness that had inspired her to stow her away in one of many bathrooms on the second floor. And it was her inner... Ellen Page? Kristen Stewart? that had led Santana to kiss her, immediately, once the door had been locked.

She sat atop the marbled countertop now, arms thrown loosely about Brittany’s neck, legs wrapped about her waist. The room had begun to blur at the edges, but Brittany had somehow remained sharply in focus. It was difficult to discern if this was due to some divine sign from the universe, or a subconscious decision to maintain clarity for the sake of a clear look at her cleavage. Whatever the case, she wasn’t complaining. “You know you’re the hottest girl here, right?” She stretched to press a kiss to her cheek, placed another clumsily at her jaw, and the last on her lips. “You drive me, like, batshit crazy for Cuckoo Puffs. You know?”

#f2f: brittany

halfsuperman‌:

The red hit Finn’s ears first. It wasn’t like anything that Santana said was that bad but her words struck a certain nerve in him that he had specifically been trying to avoid thinking about. The alcohol was a helpful buffer between them and Finn took the moment to pound the rest of his beer. For whatever reason, the gift he had gotten Santana was feeling extra heavy in his pocket right now.

“ Should I walk away before that pushing goes any further? ” Finn asked, only half joking. He had done a great job of avoiding Santana since their night together, specifically since he had gotten cold feet about flaunting their encounter. Maybe it was the alcohol that was turning him red and making him stupid free. “ I got you something. For your birthday. Is that weird? Or bad? ”

They had somehow managed to avoid discussing the revenge rendezvous since Santana had demanded compensation via double quarter pounder, but that had little to do with the amount that she had thought about it. Not in the hot, private way that was reserved for thoughts about Brittany (and, by association, Brittany’s legs) but instead in a way that went hand in hand with something akin to embarrassment, or shame. Typically, she didn’t like to dwell on it, had even been doing her best to ignore it, but here Finn was: just as hopelessly awkward as he had been day of. It was almost enough to give her war flashbacks.

“You’d be lucky to get up on this.” But the quip was halfhearted, one rooted more in obligation than animosity. “That’s kind of how birthdays work, Flubber.” She was curious, despite herself. “How many carats are we talking?”

#f2f: finn

Blaine hosting wasn’t a bad thing, really. He had assured Santana that his parents’ liquor cabinet would be fully stocked come Friday, and he hadn’t disappointed. Plus, the stuff was expensive. Or so she had assumed. She tended to stay out of liquor stores--Puck was particularly useful for that kind of dirty work--but Blaine’s parents seemed like the type to hoard more than ten dollar tequila. And, in any case, the birthday buzz felt expensive; it was well worth sharing the spotlight.

“You’ll never top this birthday fit, but you clean up okay.” She spills a little as she gestures with the hand wrapped loosely about her third maybe fourth? vodka cran. It was getting harder to keep track. “If I were drunker, I might even say you’re pushing fuckable.”

#tswlstart #this is open btw #<3

imessage 💌 brittana 😻

BRITT: I do like bowls.

SAN: so...?

#text - brittany.

imessage 💌 brittana 😻

BRITT: Sorry, uh. I'm not Sam or anything but.

BRITT: If they were my hands, they wouldn't want to leave even for the best burrito bowl in the world.

SAN: they could BE your hands tonight, you know

SAN: and then the whole bowl'd be yours

#text - brittany.

imessage 💌 brittana 😻

BRITT: Sam?

BITT: I think you misspelled your name, S.

SAN: i was talking trouty.

SAN: but that's not the point.

SAN: hands on, or off?

#text - brittany.

imessage 💌 brittana 😻

BRITT: Ghost peppers in a burrito bowl from Chipotle.

SAN: real talk, if you were sam.

SAN: would you be able to keep your hands off me?

#text - brittany.

imessage 💌 brittana 😻

BRITT: Sure, S! You can always count on me.

SAN: [https://bit.ly/2UBzodc]

SAN: Hot, or not?

#text - brittany.

martana | txt mssg.

MARLEY: angle?

MARLEY: to find something i like to do at McKinley besides going to English class, plus Rachel said I was good

SAN: good for swaying in the background.

SAN: srsly, do you know rachel, like, at all?

#text - martana.

imessage 💌 brittana 😻

SAN: hey britt britt

SAN: can i get your opinion real quick?

#text - brittany.

martana | txt mssg.

MARLEY: Hey, I need your help

MARLEY: I've been going back and forth for the past few weeks it seems, but I think I need to make a decision soon

MARLEY: Glee club or no? I figured you'd give me an honest opinion about it

SAN: depends.

SAN: what's your angle?

#text - martana.

TINDER & 😍😍 / BREETANA

BREE: I already have it.

SNIX: Quick q.

SNIX: What the hell are you talking about?

#tinder: bree.

TEXT MSG 🌟🌶 PEZBERRY

RACHEL: Yourself, Brody and Jake could form a Club dedicated to conveniently ignoring questions.

[PAUSE]

RACHEL: Everybody hates me, Santana. And while my purpose is to become a star, I can’t help but worry that my fan-base will be virtually non-existent. Modern society demands a social media backing and I’m more than aware that my dazzling personality has done me zero favours in terms of popularity. But I need it, Santana; I need support and I need people to like me.

RACHEL: Therefore, I need your help. The only way I’m going to be able to have a stable career is if I’m likeable, and I can use High School as almost... rehearsal for the real world when I’m a star. You’re the most popular girl at this school; out of everybody, you are the best person I can go to with this.

RACHEL: I want to be liked. I’m willing to do whatever you like in return (naturally taking into account I am not happy to partake in violence towards animals).

SAN: for starters, we'd all probably like you a lot more if you talked a lot less.

SAN: but so long as your chest's flat, and that "dazzling" personality's intact and dressed in carousel sweaters, i can't make anyone do anything.

SAN: i'm not a miracle worker.

#text - rachel.

TEXTS ✉️ FINN + SANTANA

FINN: deal.

FINN: when?

SAN: meet me in the choir room after practice tmrrw.

SAN: WITH a churro, or deal's off. i have sneaking suspicion my regular guy's gonna bail now that he's up in his feelings.

#text - finn.

TEXT 📩 PUCKTANA

PUCK: Uma Thurman asked me if she had manhands n when I said yes, she broke up w/ finn bc of it

PUCK: now he’s mad cos he thinks I told her to break up w/ him???

PUCK: like damn bitch, it ain’t that serious.

SAN: but she's always had manhands?

SAN: everyone knows that.

SAN: q and i remind her at least twice a week.

#text - puck.

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