Wren Schuester fucking loved Halloween, she basically dressed like she was a citizen of Halloweentown everyday of her life and that meant every reason to celebrate. That, and Eli and Zoe’s combined birthday party. While Wren enjoyed drinking, smoking, and doing anything else that made her feel a little less dead inside she never got too crazy or too out of her element and she knew her limits. But tonight, oh boy, was tonight a different story. Wren was used to getting high and she was used to having a few drinks, but she was crossfaded out of her goddamn mind and after downing a shot of Crown Royal from some bottle an A/V member brought, she was feeling like she could jump off a roof and survive. She wasn’t going to do that, but the thought certainly crossed her mind. Instead, she fell into her true Schuester tendencies and she wanted to sing. Throw her on the crucifix now, Wren Schuester wanted to hop up on that St. James stage and sing with the God given pipes her genes gave her. Looking for a singing partner, her eyes gazed upon the attendees that were currently dancing and living their best lives in the basement. She could pluck Julien out of the crowd and beg him to sing with her. She knew it wouldn’t take much convincing and Julien would probably enjoy a moment like that but Wren wasn’t gonna let him do that so easily. Instead, she chose second best. Her eyes landed on Trace who was also a part of a costume with her so it seemed fitting to sing with him. Wren was currently dressed as Daphne and Trace was none other than Shaggy so they basically had to do a duet, right? Walking over to him, she grabbed a hold of his shoulder and yelled over the music, “You’re fucking singing with me, dude,” she left it at that as she dragged him up to the stage that was in the St. James stage, flashbacks of her putting on performances with the Schuester/St. James/Hummel-Anderson clan flashing back to her. As soon as the pair climbed up on stage, it’s like the music hushed immediately and Wren hooked her phone up to the stereo, putting on one of the Scooby-Doo theme songs. Again, it was only fitting and she knew it was a song Trace would have to know and they wouldn’t really have to take turns while singing and if there was anything Wren hated, it was a solo. “What’s new, Scooby-Doo? We’re coming after you,” she started, pointing out to the crowd and bobbing her body up and down with the music. “You’re gonna solve that mystery, I see you Scooby-Doo,” she took the mic off the mic stand and began singing into it as she looked over at Trace. “The trail leads back to you, what’s new Scooby-Doo?”
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