what do i stand for?

Mason: Oh, I never thought of our information being used for NEFARIOUS purposes but that's so smart and such a good point! Plus I don't have time to run a channel either, Cheerios is so INVOLVED.

Mason: It was VERY much the right size for what I ordered so I had that going for me! And aww that's so cute!! She sounds so cool, I'm glad you have a sister; everyone deserves a sister!

Mason: I don't really have dude friends so that hasn't happened! It would be so weird if it did though. Like obviously Madison is beautiful but people shouldn't feel comfortable calling her hot to me.

Mason: Yes, please, let's go to a history museum!! We gotta! And you probably wouldn't break your legs if you tried the splits but it could kind of sprain areas of you that you don't want sprained.

Mason: Is the truth a dog named Dorito? You seem like a dog guy! But all of those would be such cute pet names!

Ryder: Dude, spies are everywhere! They could be your mom or your teacher or your dog or a mosquito or your toothbrush or the little string you pull on your ceiling fan!

Ryder: Wait, for real? Are there not other bros on the Cheerios or something? Or do you just not like dudes? Either way, we should do like a glee guys night or something, just so you know what it's like!

Ryder: Don't tell you your sister's hot, got it. I'll pass that on to everyone else, too, if you want.

Ryder: Sweet! My parents would be down for that since it's like educational and stuff. Sprains suck, man! One time I jumped off my bed and sprained my ankle and it looked like a water balloon for like three weeks.

Bree: I'm almost certain it means you were just hungry or saw something that reminded you of the cereal before you went to bed.

Finn: No offense dude, but I'm Not singing Florida Georgia Line. If you want to do country we could do that one I Won't Back Down song from Barnyard???

Ryder: The Tom Petty one? People think that's COUNTRY?

“She’s just trying to act all cool in front of her friends. I know she wants me.” Puck couldn’t remember if he’d ghosted this particular cheerleader or not, but either way, he was pretty sure she’d be back. They always came back to the Puckerstud. “That equipment is pretty big, dude, I don’t think I would have been able to fit as much in just a murse. Then again… maybe I wouldn’t have gotten caught. You know, we should team up sometime. You can be the brains, and I can be the looks and the muscle and the sex shark of the operation.”

Ryder nodded his head. Puck was older than him and cooler than him, and probably knew what he was talking about; who was he to disagree? Still... he wasn’t sure he wanted in on a stealing team, even if the idea of being the brains of something made him feel smarter than he had in years. “Yeah! But maybe we can use our power for good like, Robin Hood style. Like stealing puppies from people who are mean to them or stealing sharp objects from old ladies who are gonna hurt themselves accidentally?”

Now you’re talking Ryder… that is such a good idea about the fabric. Maybe I could make a plaid CAPE. Actually no, that might be too much - even for me. You could tie them around your shoulders, it would be very retro. All the kids did it in Grease and the clothes in that are great. Maybe between the two of us we could bring the style back. 

Maybe I’m getting them mixed up, but I can’t even think of any other Titans, can you? It kind of makes sense because the football team are kind of raised up to the standard of Greek gods… and twice as problematic. 

No, capes are super awesome -- Marvel’s taking over the world, and capes are a superhero thing, who’s going to judge you for having on one of those? Even if it is flannel. We could just think of like flannel superpowers; probably like super strength to rip trees straight out of the ground like a lumberjack, or like... the ability to jump super high and reach the top of a tree in one leap? Or maybe you can just turn into a pile of leaves on command. But sure! I’d be super down to try and do that with you, count me in.

Uh... the Teen kind? Beast Boy’s like my lifelong fave, turning into animals would be so cool, but Starfire’s also a total babe and if she were a real girl I’d want her to be my girlfriend. 

You may have got me there, Ryder. I did, indeed, sing along, and got tipped a nice amount for it. Now if only my kind Lima Bean benefactors had connections to Mr. Schue and vouch for me. 

Dude, I’m sure lots of them are students! Maybe Mr. Schue can ask his Spanish classes if they heard you singing or something. Or maybe he should assign it as like extra credit! Anyone who catches a glee member singing outside of glee and films it to play in class can have one extra point on a test or something. Those things are hard, though... the club might end up with stalkers desperate to pass Spanish, maybe that’s a bad idea after all. 

Mason: Totes fair game! And besides, its not like they'd even know if a couple of high schoolers used the name to describe a game they're playing in public. Unless we did it live and recorded our session and uploaded it online but yikes that sounds like a whole lot of pressure!

Mason: I had been waiting for a package for like WEEKS and then I FINALLY saw a box and got so overexcited that I grabbed it. It wasn't until I started to open it that I realized it wasn't even my box. That's why I should let MY sister look through stuff first, Madison makes better decisions than I do. I didn't know you had a sister, that's awesome! Sisters are the best, aren't they?

Mason: I don't know, maybe you just give off that energy! Some people feel more like one kind of dino fan than the others; maybe that's my secret talent, like I'm a dino whisperer or something.

Mason: I like that reasoning but nope! I've never had poison oak is the one. Although tbh I'm not as good at the splits as I used to be so I'm scared that one will be true soon enough 😓

Ryder: Dude, no way, we can't do stuff like that! We want to be able to have the element of surprise at our first competition, we don't want them knowing all our secret weapons and they'd for sure figure them out if we posted them all over the internet! (Plus I don't have time to run a channel but OH WELL.)

Ryder: Was the box at least like the right size for whatever you were waiting for? But that happens to me a lot on Christmas, I grab the wrong boxes and start to open them until someone stops me! Yeah, mine's little, she's still in elementary school, but she's cool! I can watch all kinds of awesome girly movies and no one can judge me because I can pull the sister card!

Ryder: Is it weird having yours be like... your same age? Like do your dude friends call her hot and stuff and make you feel weird?

Ryder: How can we test your dino whisperer skills? Can we go to like a history museum or something and see if the fossil skeletons like... speak to you?

Ryder: That would suck if your splitting went away! I'd practice with you but like, I'd probably break my legs and that would suck.

Ryder: Okay, my turn! I've got a cat named Cheeto, a dog named Dorito, and a fish named Tostito.

Santana shoved her hand in the basket of bread sticks sat in front of her, pulling the longest one out and immediately shoving it into her mouth. She wouldn’t normally be carbo-loading like this, but she’d had a tough week. Quinn dropping he pregnancy bomb on her had really taken her for a spin, and while she wasn’t the one that was going to have to deal with the fallout, she felt like she was going to explode keeping this secret. The stress was so bad she was at Breadstix alone, downing one refillable bread stick basket after the other, waiting on her chicken parmesan to finally get there so she could stress eat that as well. She felt someone approach her table and, thinking it was the waitress, she held out her cup signaling she needed a refill. When the cup wasn’t taken from her hand she looked up in confusion, groaning when she saw that it was one of her fellow Glee club members approaching her instead. “If you tell anyone you saw me like this I will start a rumor about you so vicious that you will not even be able to go into a grocery store without getting stared at and whispered about. Colleges will know to automatically reject your application and all your future sexual partners will regret the one sweaty night they spent with you so unless you have something useful to say, fuck off.” 

Ryder was the kind of person who always said hi when he saw someone he knew, even if that someone was a glee teammate he’d hardly talked to before. He hadn’t expected his attempts at saying hello to Santana would end in threats, but he guessed maybe he shouldn’t be that surprised, with what he had seen of her at glee practices. He didn’t take it personally, though, just grinned and asked, “Why would you want it to be a secret? You’re awesome; like, I bet you could enter into a breadstick eating contest and win, who wouldn’t be proud of that?”

Ryder: Dudette! What should we do for our duet?

Mason: Its probably just that there are multiple games with the same name -- Hot Seat would be a great name for it if you ask me! And you're right, we have so much time!

Mason: Nope! Madison and I were meant to be jus the two of us against the world from the start 💕 I WISH I hadn't accidentally stolen mail, that haunts me to this day!

Mason: I'm going to guessssssss the velociraptor one? You seem like a t-rex guy to me or something, I don't know why!

Mason: I can do the splits, I haven't ever had a cavity, I once contracted poison oak!

Ryder: Maybe people just don't call it that because they're scared of Budweiser suing them or something. But they stopped putting their hot seat on SportsCenter, it feels like it should be fair game!

Ryder: How did you do it? Did you have trouble reading the name on the mail? That happens to me all the time, my sister always sorts through it for me now.

Ryder: Crap, how'd you know? That's totally true, T-Rex is a BOSS.

Uh…Yeah, I didn’t participate in nostalgia week. It wasn’t intentional, I just got extra hours at the Lima Bean and I didn’t have time. We’re not getting graded on these, right? I never really figured out if this is a club or a class.

Dude, that’s so sad! Who doesn’t love a good throwback? I bet they played like 84 of them worth singing during your Lima Bean shifts, though -- did you sing along? Because if you did it’s basically like you did the assignment still, you’re good.

“I don’t hate love and feelings and stuff, it’s just not my vibe, kid.” Puck shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets and leaning back against the lockers, checking out a Cheerio as she passed by, letting out a whistle that was reciprocated by a middle finger directed in his direction. With a snort, he turned back to Ryder, recounting the details of that fated day at the Melting Pot. “I tried to get a little of everything. I brought a duffel bag. But I think I bit off more than I could chew, and that’s why I got caught. But I got head as a thank you for my attempt, so it wasn’t too bad.” 

Ryder watched Puck wolf-whistle at the next Cheerio that walked by, and he tried not to laugh when she just flicked him off in response. “I don’t think she liked that very much, dude!” he informed his teammate, curious if that was a girl he had history with already or if she just didn’t like the leering. Either way, he didn’t push it. “Woah! Who brings a duffel bag to a melting pot? You need to get a really giant man purse next time or something, or just shove it in an empty backpack, that’s way less suspicious.”

Puck laughed a little too hard at the sheer idea of Santana being his girlfriend. “No, no, God, fuck no. I’m pretty sure she hates me, she just can’t resist this mad stroke game. And honestly, most of the time I can’t stand her either.  But that’s what makes it work, I guess. We don’t have to deal with feelings or any of that bullshit, you know?” He spat out the word like it was a dirty one, and to him, it kind of was. “I’m pretty sure I’m banned from that place. I tried to swipe a bunch of their shit once to help Brittany out for her show, since the fondue she makes is nasty, but I got busted.” 

Ryder scuffed the toe of his shoe on the ground as he listened to Puck. “Dude, does everyone around here hate love and feelings and stuff? I think they’re kind of awesome,” he admitted with a shrug. “Like, I’d love to have a girlfriend so I could sing her songs at glee and point to her in the stands when I score a touchdown and like, leave all kinds of cool presents in her locker.” His eyes widened as Puck told the story of trying to rob the Melting Pot, and he was a mix of amazed and horrified. “Brittany has a fondue show? That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever heard! Wouldn’t the cheese have gotten cold by the time you got it home to her, though? Did you like... steal the whole pot, or just the ingredients?”