i have been changed for good.

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[ text ] finchel

FINN: do you think the prisoners would like ballads?

FINN: it'd kind of ironic to have people signing hard to say i'm sorry behind bars, but i guess you're the inspiration would be like a good side b.

RACHEL: They wouldn’t have the choice.

RACHEL: What??

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feefifofinn‌:

i ended up going with purple, but i’m definitely gonna rock some red next time. and yeah, it’s the same reason why i have about ten shirts in different shades of pink, too, because that comment usually gets made once a year. about how pink is a girl’s color.

and i really like that idea, rach. it could be a whole afternoon of different activities

You also look very cute in pink, so that helps. I think it’s crazy that there’s ‘boy vs girl’ colors - it’s colors. My fathers let me wear whatever color I wanted growing up, and I even got to choose what color to paint my room when I was old enough. I went with yellow. 

We could even add in some of my expertise with music - choose a bunch of Disney songs and have the boys sing the girls songs, and the girls sing the boys songs. The boys could sing ‘Let It Go’ and the girls could sing ‘I Just Can’t Wait To Be King’ or something.

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[ text ] finchel

FINN: ngl lie rach it would be concerning for me too. that too much to control.

FINN: and yeah ofc you'd be my first choice. i think hunter could handle himself in the clink, but you're more delicate tho.

RACHEL: I think Hunter would thrive in prison. He would be running that place before too long. I am very delicate - you'd have to bail me out ASAP.

RACHEL: Unless you think I could start a prison show choir. We could be the first. I wonder how they'd feel about singing a medley of songs from Chicago?

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text ❤ le diable

Santana: You settled on Rock of Ages? Nice, I may actually enjoy this one.

Santana: Can there be actual murder? I've always figured I'd probably excel at that.

Santana: Rachel Berry - Breast Aficionado. I suppose I really can't hold it against you considering my 'thing' for your legs.

Rachel: I thought it might be fun to try; a little looser, a little more exciting. And I still can't get the rights to try Wicked out, which is infuriating.

Rachel: No actual murder, Santana.

Rachel: You like legs, I like chests. I don't see what's so crazy about that.

Hello I just wanted to tell everyone I'm EXTRA sensitive and EXTRA dramatic

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hunterihardlyknower‌:

It’s almost like the real war I fought in all these years was the war with carbs. But thanks. You’re right. I look phenomenal.

Too busy judging them for all the Ariana Grande and Halsey I heard. It’s probably better that way. If you’re not careful, you’ll create a monster out of me.

If you think there’s a lot of Halsey now, you should have heard them my first year. It was all Badlands and 1989 - I couldn’t get them to step away from Taylor of Halsey. I guess their previous coach never let them sing contemporary music, and they wanted to dive in whenever I gave them a freebie week. 

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historisan‌:

So speed dating was unsurprisingly a total waste of time and effort. Anyone considering it as a viable way to pick up a quick fling should take my advice and give it a hard pass - I’m still not convinced the entire night wasn’t some kind of stress-induced hallucination brought on by too much time spent around the Riverdale generation and not nearly enough booze -100% do not recommend.

It wasn’t a total waste of time; I did end up having a very nice lunch date yesterday with one of the gentlemen from the event, and we had a pleasant talk about current events and politics and I even kissed him on the cheek when we parted ways. I don’t think it’s such a terrible idea to get out of our very enclosed shell and take a walk on the wild side now and again, Santana. 

Besides, I said we do things my way once, now we do things your way once. Next weekend we can try your bar hopping venture and see if that works out any better. 

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hunterihardlyknower‌:

Although Hunter loved the rigor and structure of practicing a setlist over and over again until that euphoric moment they finally got it, this had to be his favorite part of the process. It was as much creative outlet as he ever got, drumming up ideas alongside Rachel for what would most wow the judges. Nationals was a big deal - in the show choir world, at least - and Hunter found himself more excited than he’d been in a long time. 

He trusted Rachel. He respected her brilliance. Belonging to a team that felt easy and right had always been important to him. Even if it was just the two of them, and they weren’t preparing for war. Perhaps especially because. The constant anxiety he had felt that past year slowly ebbed away, replaced now with renewed vigor and brightness. It was like the first breath of sunlight after a too long Winter. It was exposure to the nearest star.

Every now and then he’d shoot out a ridiculous idea - pyrotechnics, or an onstage magician - just to watch her shoot it down and explain why it was a terrible idea for the ensuing twenty minutes. If he was purposefully making the night longer, he’d say it was only to drink more free champagne. 

He walked her home afterward. The air had cooled but remained clement, and strictly professional or no, Hunter was still a gentleman. He’d practice the proper etiquette lest his mother pop up somewhere to be disappointed at him.

She thanked him for the evening when they approached her door. With a sly smile, she told him she had a lot to add to the binder. 

“I knew it existed,” he laughed, leaning onto the side jamb of her building’s doorway and, consequently, closer to her. “You can’t fool me, Rachel Berry. Not anymore.”

She smiled at him, and there was a moment. A moment of too long silence, a stretch of time they could’ve blamed on being awkward coworkers were it not for a night spent in effortless conversation. 

Then, she broke it. She bid him goodnight, holding her hand between them very professionally.

There was something he wanted very badly to do. But Santana was waiting upstairs. Among other complications.

So he didn’t.

He shook her hand.

“‘Til next time.”

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text ❤ le diable

Santana: It's laminated and stuck on the fridge. If he ever turns up to one of your games nights he'll have all the belief he needs.

Santana: You're the one who used words like 'salacious' and 'ravishing' knowing that I respond very easily to a cleverly spoken word.

Santana: I dare you to find anyone in that exact situation that wouldn't have done the same.

Santana: Besides all I did was fling off my top...pretty sure you're the one who jumped me.

Rachel: Once I have Rock of Ages rolling, I’m going to plan a murder mystery dinner. It’ll be fun!

Rachel: You started touching yourself, Santana. And you have a nice chest. I’m only human. I can only be held responsible for responding to your blatant come on.

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KITTY: I'm sure he'll love it.

KITTY: Friday?

KITTY: Also, I expect all the deets on this speed dating excursion. I'm going to really need you to paint me a picture since I can't be there to see how much she hates it in person.

RACHEL: It’s a date!

RACHEL: She hated it, a lot. And it wasn’t exactly the best of the best but I think it was fun. I met someone making their own soda company. It was all he talked about.

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text | hunter clarington

Hunter: i'd pay to see santana go one on one with a tiny, ferocious moocher.

Hunter: haha. seems like it.

Hunter: it was his name when i adopted him and it fit so i kept it. i can only take credit for his newfound military rank.

Rachel: I’ll film it next time.

Rachel: Am I ever going to get to hear this story?

Rachel: I think it’s adorable. And very fitting - he looks like he enjoys a good meatball now and again.

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text | hunter clarington

Hunter: she's at least enough of a fighter to have survived the mean alleys of nyc.

Hunter: he's a retired show cat, forced to resign by the tyrants at the cat fanciers' association because he nipped at a few fingers.

Hunter: he goes by meatball most of the time but every now and then he demands respect.

Rachel: Brooklyn, at that. I'm sure the other neighbors were also feeding her, but I gave her Santana's leftovers so she loved me best. This is also probably why Santana hates her.

Rachel: So you're both biters then?

Rachel: He's gorgeous. And he has a wonderful name. Meatball is...unique.

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hunterihardlyknower‌:

I hope you know that I’m going to need you to prove this to me. Next time we’re in the same room. I’m giving you one free hit but you have to put all your strength into it.

…which ones? No, don’t tell me. I’ll just tease them about it and wind up sued or put on a list somewhere. At least unrequited love is a good motivator in our industry.

Okay, well, my kick is better than my punch. I can put a lot more force behind it. And you’re like, straight abs. I don’t think there’s a single ounce of fat on your entire body, and I’d probably wind up hurting myself instead of actually making a dent on you.

You didn’t notice half the love songs from Valentine’s Day were sent in your direction?

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hunterihardlyknower‌:

If the small kick under the table startled him, Hunter didn’t show it. Strange, though, that he’d rehearsed choreography with her plenty of times without any surprise electric jolts to the warm parts of him, yet her heel brushing his shin felt almost explicit. Contact was one thing under the guise of a professional contract. Here, at a table in the corner, it was something else.

“Army man,” he corrected without missing a beat. “I know they all look the same to you civilians, but…” He grinned. “It’s a little bit like mixing the Rockettes with the Dream Girls.” 

He drank a little more of his champagne, in a way that was hopefully not too obviously a tactic of biding time. Despite all appearances otherwise, Hunter Clarington was not his own favorite subject to talk about. In a shallow way, sure. But anything below surface level, he’d much rather change the subject.

“When I was very young, I was in sports. Football, soccer, baseball… the whole spectrum. But I…” He grimaced at old memories, “Had a way of letting the competition get to me. I wanted to win at all costs and it didn’t necessarily need to be by following rules or… not biting people, for instance.” 

He saw amusement flash across her face and it relaxed him somehow. “So my mother signed me up for something that was active, but less aggressive. I could focus all that energy inward instead of taking it out on all the other hapless private school kids.” 

There was a pause when the waiter came by so the two of them could order a few light things. When their eyes were back on each other, he gave his story half of a shrug. “I grew up and somehow found a way to make it competitive, but I’m not an easy mind to change.

“Which is why… having my one on one with Richard was extremely dutiful of me. If I’m congratulating you on anything tonight, it should be coercing me into that.”

It wasn’t quite akin to pulling teeth, but Rachel could tell when a person didn’t feel like talking about themselves as much as she enjoyed it herself. Her years at Yale - her ex at Yale, specifically - taught her how to read those signs. But this was a man who had worked beside her all year, who had helped her team become even better than she could have imagined. She wanted to know about him. She wanted to know him, not just the dance coach. 

“I am very proud of you for that,” she acknowledged, tipping her glass in his direction lightly. “I didn’t think you actually would. And he seemed...better, at least, during the actual competition. Still not to the standard either of us would like, of course, but better. Like he might actually try harder. And for you - well, I think all the kids want to impress you. They respect you as a leader as much as they do me, you know.” 

She knew it was a tender subject, one they hadn’t ever broached. He’d come in after her, the students wary at first. Sometimes she could hear it in the choice of words he’d use, or the tone of voice. He worried others still thought of it as her team, versus their team. But she could see the reverence in their students eyes when he taught them a complicated step, how they straightened up whenever he walked by, the adoration for the compliments he handed out sparingly. 

A perfect partner to match her talents.

But she knew how far to push, and the slight flush on Hunter’s neck told her not to try for too much more. Fortunately, she could steer the conversation to something far more comfortable: 

“Now, let’s talk Nationals.”

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text | hunter clarington

Hunter: she's small. do you think she's still a kitten?

Hunter: very cute though. eliciting all the serotonin over here.

Hunter: https://tinyurl.com/y6bzk8mc

Hunter: that's general meatball, the absolute unit.

Rachel: No, she was just on the streets for too long. The vet says she's healthy now, but she probably won't get much bigger. That's okay, I'm small too.

Rachel: That's the cutest cat I've ever seen, oh my god. Did you say his name is General Meatball?????

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hunterihardlyknower‌:

I would never doubt how terrifying it is to be screamed at by you, but I think your tiny, ineffectual fists are what do you in. You’re better at the talking thing, though. I’d just tell her she’s turning into a brain dead yutz, destined to rely on filters to feel good about herself for the rest of her life. Then she’d cry and Marley Rose would be on my case even more than she already is.

Yeah, yeah. The kids’ll be excited to have new faces in the room anyway. It’ll make them hate me a little less. 

I can pack a punch if I want to. I have more strength in me than people think - I have done ballet my whole life, and as a dancer yourself, you know how strong that can make someone. I’ll have a conversation with her, maybe with Marley. And don’t worry about her - she just wants to make sure the students are feeling safe and secure within the walls. Sometimes your approach isn’t understood by others.

They don’t hate you. Actually, a few of the girls have crushes on you.