#p:detention

[xm-sora]

Dentention `Ricky

Sora sighed with boredom as she leaned back in her desk. She blew out of her mouth as she closed her eyes and groaned. She stared at the clocked, tempted beyond belief to make it jump. She was so bored with this detention, mainly because she was all alone. She would be allowed to talk to other people, if they were here but she was all by herself. She wondered if it was a way to increase the severity of her punishment, by boring her to death. It was her fifth detention in two weeks, not a great track record. But she was a bit too clumsy as was easily caught when her and Changmin went on their “adventures.”

Sora stared at the clock, furrowing her brow in concentration. “Park Sora!” The teacher's shrill voice broke her train of thoughts and Sora shot a glare at her. The professor only returned the look and shook her head. “Don't think I don't know all about your power, Ms. Park. And if you use it to shorten her detention it will only result in more,” Sora sighed loudly.

But suddenly she was broken out of her daze when the door slid open and in walked another boy. Sora stared at him, following him with her eyes. She was sure he had noticed her gaze, but maybe not. So she quickly looked away and chuckled to herself. It was time to make a friend and pass the time. She turned back around and smiled brightly at him. “Hi! I'm Park Sora!”

[lovesickblaine]

Detention.

Blaine had just dismissed the cast after another run through of the musical. He was still extremely nervous for their performance on Friday. There was still a lot of kinks they had to work out and they had yet to run through it with costumes yet. Blaine was having Kurt bring the costumes tonight so he could have them for tomorrow's run through. 

Blaine went to his desk and sat down, his ass still sore from last night's 'activities'. He text Kurt, maybe even suggesting that they try the idea he had a few nights ago, the one where they roleplay as teacher and students. For some reason, Blaine thought the idea of Kurt being his desperate and horny student turned him. He felt wrong thinking like that, but he knew he'd never think of anyone else like that, let alone one of his bratty students.

So Blaine sat at his desk, waiting for Kurt to bring the costumes, hoping he'd get here soon. After a short while, Blaine heard a light knocking at his door. "Come in," he called out, praying it was Kurt and not Charlie or one of the students that hadn't gone home yet.