#th: 005.

[violetndhq-blog]

YOU KNOW ME AND HONESTLY I’M BETTER WITHOUT YA.

TAGGING ➝ Chloe Harper, with NPCs Nicole, Scott and Aliyana.

LOCATION ➝ Aliyana and CeCe’s old house, Dallas.

TIME FRAME ➝ 6/24, around 3 am (posting early).

WARNINGS ➝ Alcohol.

WORD COUNT ➝ 746.

CeCe hadn’t realized just how badly she needed to break down until she was sitting in Nicole’s car on the way back from the airport. Her best friend had picked her up and was driving them to their old apartment... Or CeCe’s old apartment; Nicole and Scott still lived there. Her head was still hurting from everything she’d drank at the party last night, but she’d promised Nicole that she’d explain everything once she got to Dallas.

Soon enough, she was in Dallas, she was explaining, and CeCe completely broke.

Luckily - or not so much, depending on how you looked at it - her former roommates knew her well, so they’d cracked out a bottle of jack and the three of them had gotten nicely drunk, all venting about how much they hated Aliyana, and how they should’ve known all along that she would’ve done something like this.

Not one of them was in a fit state to be driving, but after deciding that she just couldn’t wait any longer, CeCe had begged Nicole to drive her to Ali’s place, and her best friend had come through as usual. Now, CeCe found herself stumbling from the car, Scott and Nicole waiting behind for her. They’d brought the remainder of the bottle along, clearly anticipating that it’d be a long wait for them. They were probably right, mostly because CeCe almost fell into a bush before she’d even made it to the door.

It was late, but CeCe didn’t know how late. It was after midnight, but the sun hadn’t started to rise yet. Either way, the lights were all out in Aliyana’s house, and she was most definitely sleeping. That didn’t stop CeCe from ringing the doorbell multiple times in quick succession, though, or from banging on the door with a balled up fist right after. “Aliyana!” she yelled, her voice sounding drunk and tired. “Open the fucking door, I have to talk to you.”

“Fuck yeah, Ce. You tell her!” could be heard from the car, though CeCe was able to drown out their cheers when she noticed the light turning on behind the closed door, followed only a moment later by the sound of keys and locks turning, and then Ali was suddenly standing before her.

CeCe had pictured this moment, and she’d expected to feel anger wash over her instantly, but instead she cracked a smile. A lazy, drunk one, but a smile nonetheless.

“CeCe... It’s three in the morning. What are you doing here? Are you drunk? Of course you’re drunk, you’re always drunk.” Ali scoffed, like she had any right at all to act like she was being inconvenienced here.

After a long moment of silence, CeCe just staring up at the older girl, she eventually shook her head, a small laugh falling from her lips.

“Baby, is everything okay?”

Baby? Really? The small laugh grew bigger, way more obnoxious.

“Fuck you,” she finally said, that look of hurt taking over her ex’s eyes, the one that would usually break CeCe’s heart and cause her to melt right there and then, it did nothing this time. For the first time in five years, she realized she felt nothing for the woman standing before her. No love, no hate, no anger... She didn’t feel anything.

“Honestly, you weren’t even worth the trip down here.”

It was clear that Ali was confused, but CeCe really didn’t care. She simply took a step back, by some miracle not falling over.

“You know, I came here to yell at you. In fact, no. I came here to beat the fuck out of you, truth be told.” For a tiny person, CeCe packed a hell of a punch. “But I realize now that you don’t deserve any kind of rise out of me, not again. So, you can just go back to bed.” She paused, glancing behind Ali and towards the stairs, “Back to whoever’s up there this time.”

There was a smug kind of smile on her lips as she backed further away, turning to leave. CeCe paused once more, though. “Oh, one more thing. My sister says hi. You know, the one who told you she didn’t want to speak to me anymore? The one who called a hundred fucking times, and I somehow didn’t get one single message?” CeCe wrinkled her nose. “That sister. You can go rot now, Ali. You don’t deserve anything from me. In fact, you never fucking did.”

[scaranders-blog]

STILL NOT A DATE ➝ RACHLET.

TAGGING ➝ Scarlet Anderson, Rachel Berry.

LOCATION ➝ Rachel and Logan’s apartment.

TIME FRAME ➝ 12/2, late night.

WARNINGS ➝ It's smutty tbh.

NOTES ➝ Rachel and Scarlet continue their weekend together after Lilly’s birthday party.

SCARLET ANDERSON

Although the last thing Scarlet had wanted to do was leave Rachel’s apartment this weekend, since she’d been having the best time already and had only been there a day so far, she’d actually enjoyed the party. She and Rachel had arrived a little later than intended, and Scarlet didn’t plan on them staying super late, but she did want to enjoy herself while they were there, at least. She’d hung out with her sister and friends a little bit, drank enough to get her buzzed but not quite what she’d consider drunk, and had made a nice dent in Lillith’s weed stash. She’d even gotten to hang out with Rachel; something they didn’t really do a whole lot of outside of the bedroom. All in all, it’d been a successful night. Scarlet had been very much ready to get back to where they were before, though.

The ride from Lilly’s place to Rachel’s seemed to take forever, mostly because Scarlet just wanted to be there already, but she was her normal, annoying, chipper self and made abbreviated conversation with the Uber driver the whole way there, even telling him he could ‘totes come to the next party.’ Scarlet was one of those people who could really just talk to anybody like they’d been best friends for years, it was pretty much one of her biggest talents. That, and the talent she’d been using on Rachel for the majority of the past day, and planned to get right back to using as soon as they’d gotten inside. Hopefully, Logan was either out or currently locked away in his room in the middle of some deep sleep, because Scarlet wasn’t sure she would make it to Rachel’s bedroom without having her hands all over the other girl. She’d missed touching her while they’d been out, as crazy as that may have seemed.

It was some kind of miracle that she even made it through the building and to Rachel’s apartment door before touching her, honestly. The second they were inside, though, Scarlet decided she wouldn’t be holding back. “That was super fun, huh?” she said, taking Rachel by the hand and tugging her closer, before wrapping her arms around her waist and picking her up. For someone so tiny, Scarlet was actually pretty strong—she thanked all of the working out she did for that. Wrapping Rachel’s legs around her middle, she looked up at the other girl through her lashes, her smile having turned to a smirk by now, “We totes have things to get back to, though, and you’re wearing way too many clothes for them. You tell me where I should take them off.”

[evasof]

DATE NIGHT → JAVA.

TAGGING → Jackson Evans, Eva Lopez.

LOCATION → A restaurant bc I’m too lazy to look one up.

TIME FRAME → 5/10/15, evening.

NOTES → Eva takes Jackson out on a date.

EVA LOPEZ

Taking everything that had happened into consideration, it had occurred to Eva that she and Jackson’s relationship had definitely gotten off on the wrong foot. That wasn’t good, considering how much she had found she actually liked him in such a relatively short amount of time, and she knew she needed to pull out all the stops tonight. She’d never had to woo a guy before, mostly because she’d never cared to, so she had no idea what she was doing here, but she was going to do it regardless. Starting with her outfit. Eva knew how hot she’d looked the other night when Jackson had caught her coming home from her escort date, and she knew she needed to look even better tonight. She didn’t want her boyfriend thinking she put more effort into her fake dates than she did for him, so with Brianna’s assistance, she’d picked out one of her cutest dresses — she wasn’t exactly going for hot, she was going more for charming tonight — and had fixed her hair and makeup accordingly. The weather was great, as usual, so she’d forgone a jacket, and had just loaded her wallet and keys into a small purse that she hung over her shoulder, grabbed the tulips that Bri had gone out and gotten for her, then was ready to go.

Being the one doing the wooing tonight, she made sure Jackson knew she was gonna be picking him up from his house, and had made sure to drive over there to be there before seven. Not too soon before, but she wanted to be on time, or even early. By the time she’d gotten to the frat house, it was just before seven, and Eva considered for a moment going to the door. Considering she was carrying a bunch of tulips, though, she wasn’t trying to embarrass her boyfriend, so instead she just grabbed the flowers and climbed out of her car, standing beside it and taking out her phone. Your carriage awaits, sir. (I'm outside), she typed into a text to him, hit send, then all she had to do was wait for Jackson to come and join her. She’d gotten them reservations at one of the restaurants on the waterfront, which she’d been pretty proud of herself for, considering it was Mother’s Day and she’d called the place pretty last minute, but they’d had a table for two available, so that worked out well. As she waited, she occupied herself by scrolling through Instagram on her phone, the tulips held down by her side in her free hand, and not paying attention to whether Jackson was coming out yet or not.