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[lynnryder]

closed starter for: @goldenkwilde

location: house party

Ryder hadn't planned on going to the party, it had been a last minute invite through a friend of a friend. He had even been debating heading back to his dorm when a flash of blonde hair by the door caught his eye.

Suddenly, staying for another drink didn't seem like such a bad idea as he watched Kitty making her way through the party. It had been months since they had last spoken, but he still found himself wanting to go and talk to her, to hang out with her again.

Ryder knew his presence wouldn't exactly be welcomed, which is why he kept his distance until precisely the moment that the tequila removed the last of his inhibitions and gave him just a bit more courage than he deserved.

He waited for the right opportunity to get Kitty on her own, following her into the kitchen with the excuse of grabbing another drink.

"Hey," Ryder smiled. "Long time, no see," He added as he reached for a can of beer from the side.

[askbrett]

closed starter for @thejbi

What a night. Things were just getting better and better, if you asked him. The football team actually managed a win, with or without some extra help, who’s to say. Dottie was back in his arms, being extra clingy and his best friend was by his side. He even complimented Brett’s new look! He was sure his girlfriend would tell him something about it later, right now he knew she was just distracted by something on the other side of the room. That aside, Brett couldn't think of a way to make the night better. Mostly because he knew he was definitely going to be able to sell all of his product by the end of it, so he had no other reason to be worried tonight. 

Sure, there was still lingering tension festering between the trio, which had only increased when Brett left them alone. He'd almost asked about it, but figured it was better not poke the cocaine bear. Especially since Jacob still refused to call his girlfriend by her actual name and then there was Dottie, who kept making digs at his friend’s lack of a date. He knew nothing was ever perfect though, c'est la vie.

Brett had learned long ago that sometimes you had to power through, even if you didn’t want to, but really it was no hardship for him to be between the two people he cared about most. He rocked back on his heels and gave them his brightest smile.

"So, do any of you want some punch? Sue is still hovering over it so it should be safe."

[asksam]

TAGGING ➤ @askbwarbler & @asksam

TIME FRAME ➤ Before Homecoming.

LOCATION ➤ Sam's house just off campus.

GENERAL NOTES ➤ Sam and Blaine hangout on Live and get ready for Homecoming.

Sam looked around the room once with a nod, having cleaned extensively beforehand and made sure anything he had out wasn’t going to get him in trouble with the powers that be at TikTok. He then waved Blaine in, but made sure the Warbler was out of frame from his phone’s camera lens even if it wasn’t on just yet. “Do you want to use the bathroom and do your hair in there first before you come out?” He knew the other didn’t want the sight of his ungelled hair released to the masses. If they reacted how Sam did when he’d first seen him without hair gel, he might be doing damage control for most of the Live.

Once Blaine was tucked away in the en suite, the blond took a deep breath then started the livestream with a few quick taps on his phone. “Hey everyone, Sam here! Me and Blaine are over at my house getting ready for Homecoming.” He did a small wave of his hand in hello before pointing off camera. “Blaine has to do his hair before coming out here ‘cause if you saw him before that…” The blond shook his head with a fond smile, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “You definitely wouldn’t recognize him, I didn’t,” he laughs, launching into the story of how he’d tried to blow off Blaine, not realizing it was Blaine. 

“Anyways, while we’re gathered here to get ready for the most part, the other thing on the agenda is getting him to make an account.” Sam goes on as he starts to style his hair in the mirror by his desk, occasionally glancing at his phone to read comments and reply out loud before going back to the task at hand. “He’s still not too sure about it, but how many of you guys want to see more of this guy?” His hair finished, Sam grabs his phone and rolls his chair as Blaine walks out of the bathroom, his hair now styled with an impressive amount of gel.

[fondueforme]

CLOSED STARTER @askingrachelberry

Once the song ended, Brittany gave their partner a quick wave and got out of there. The guy had stepped on their feet twice. They wondered if they could find Jake or even Mike for a dance that wouldn’t disappoint. They scanned the room, but only saw one lone figure sitting off to the side. With a snap of their fingers, the Cheerio with the neck brace was by their side instantly, camera ready. “Let’s go.”

They’d already shot a lot of footage since arriving at the dance, even getting some of Sue’s bowl getting spiked by Lauren. Not to mention the fiasco of crowning the new Homecoming Queen, but they’d definitely lacked any interviews post game, which was why Brittany was making their way over to their fellow Glee Clubber. “Rachel!”

They took a seat next to her and held up their small mic. “If you’re still watching after our short commercial break about the dangers of feline AIDS, I’m Brittany and I’m here with the one and only Rachel Berry. So, Rachel, tonight seems to be the night for the underdogs, but here you are sitting like a sad galago. What gives? Did they stop making your favorite animal print sweaters?”

[jpuck]

How is homecoming going so far?

It's going. I mean, I watched our team win. I performed with the boys. I danced. Mingled. All in all, not too bad.

[jpuck]

[askrachelberry]

Do you think the band would be able to do My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski with little to no preparation? I've had great luck with them so far with just saying "from the top" or "hit it!" but I really don't want to take a chance for a slow song at the dance.

I promised someone that I wouldn't do a musical theatre standard, but I didn't promise that I wouldn't perform at all.

[asksam]

Yeah! Last Friday night I wasn't me. I was a still life trapped in eternity. I was the focal point; out of focus, out of ink.

Oh no. Sam perked up like a golden retriever, his blond head peeking over the refrigerator door and toward the sound of the loud howling amplified voice. No way, how did he… 

And I've been wandering nightly through the garden of your heartache, always making a mess, always stumbling out the door. But I don't wanna be an asshole anymore. Baby, baby I'll be good to you.

He quickly closed the door to the fridge and headed toward the living room. For the first time tonight, he’s not polite about shouldering his way through the crowd of party goers. He knew that voice, but he’s not sure why it was here and now in this context. He knew the other was here of course, knew he had immediately started drinking once he was in the door, but they’d been watching him, making sure he didn’t do something stupid. Something like this. Sam entered the living room and straight away saw his roommate across the room absolutely growling into a microphone.

All I ever wanted was to make things right. The years of idleness and spite have pushed my emotions off a bridge, after taking them hostage with a shotgun.

Unlike when he rapped or tried to sing though, it was good. Really good. Sam scanned the room, the crowd loving the performance, maybe a little too much. He was definitely going to owe Puck and Jacob some money if the mosh pit forming started to trash the house like some punk show. He ended up meeting Kurt’s eyes over the group and he mouthed, what the fuck? But his other roommate looked just as shocked by Brett’s voice, so full of rage and pain. It was a guttural, raspy thing that belonged on stages of dive bars. Huh. Maybe Brett had only needed to find his niche.

You're the only lover that I ever missed, ever been hopelessly in love with. Look at this tangle of thorns. I don't wanna be an asshole anymore.

But quickly, the surprise wore off and was replaced with a concerned horror when Brett was lifted onto the hands of a couple of jocks, crowd surfing and once they started to throw him into the air, Sam was moving closer. “Nope, no!” He called out, instantly taking Brett from the intoxicated, overhyped jocks. He had him over his shoulder in an instant and was about to head toward the front door when he saw Kitty also about to be lifted into the air. “Nope,” he yelled, using the momentum to get her over his other shoulder instead. With both Brett and Kitty thrown on top of his shoulders, he headed toward the front door over the sound of the others hollering and whistling. Thankfully Kurt was there to help open the doors and make sure they got in Sam’s truck alright. “I’ll see you back at the house later. Try to enjoy the rest of the party, I got them. Can you make sure Blaine makes it out alright?”

He still sent his best friend a text with an apology then climbed in the driver’s seat. He was careful driving home, never so thankful to be a DD before. Sam took them one at a time into the house, gentle as he laid Brett in bed then debating a minute before carrying Kitty to his bedroom. She’d fallen asleep on the drive here and he gathered some clothes before trying to carefully nudge Kitty awake. “Hey, Kitty. You think you can change for me? I’m going to check on Brett. Just change and open the door, okay? Then you can get back to sleep.” He left her to it and went to go check on Brett, pausing at the other’s bedroom threshold when he didn’t see him in the bed where he’d left him. “Shit… Brett!” He searched the house and only hesitated a little when he saw the light in the hallway bathroom on. Sam twisted the handle and walked in, but he was still too late. Taking in the sight of Brett with a pair of scissors, more than half of his hair scattered around in roughly cut clumps. Needless to say, it was a night.

It took almost another two hours before the blond was able to finally go back to his room, sighing in relief when he saw that at least the Cheerio was where he left her. He would never admit that just maybe his heart did a little thump when he saw her dressed in his clothes, tucked into his bed. Sam let the extra blankets and pillows he’d gotten from the hallway closet fall and set up a makeshift bed on the floor. In minutes, he was out like a light, knowing his internal clock would still wake him up soon so he could make breakfast for his surprise guest.