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Rachel felt like she had been running forever between the crying and the constant dodging of people- a reminder that it was Valentines Day and of course everyone would be out. She makes it to the Subway and pushes her way through, finding an empty pole to hold onto and she quietly taps her index and middle finger on her right hand against the palm of her left, hoping to calm down, hoping she could just hide in her bed and sleep it out. She’d hurt Mason and she knows she had and it was all because she felt like being selfish. It hadn’t felt that way in the moment but it certainly felt that way now. He tried to reason with her, tried to reassure her, it could be them catching up as friends, but she’d ran away like the baby she has always been.

When she makes it back to her home, she crosses her fingers, hoping they were busy putting the kids to bed and not wandering around where they would see her tear streaked face and hair that was no longer in it’s braid. Of course luck wasn’t in her favor and Ruby and Amos were sitting at the island in the kitchen. Rachel doesn’t knowledge them, instead grabbing a large glass and filling it with water, drinking it down as quickly as possible before refilling it. 

“What happened sweetheart?” Amos asks, tone concerned, and Rachel never felt more anger in her life- mostly because it reminded her of her dad, and he was the last person she wanted to think about. 

“How dare you go on and on about how successful the system is and how it works. It’s a lie. You’re lying. You’re just lucky you had similarities and weren’t seeing anybody else. It’s not easy or good. It’s a sham and a way to control all of us like we’re robots or something.” Rachel’s voice is quite but her voice quivered with anger and distress. Ruby comes over to place a hand on her shoulder and Rachel bursts into tears all over again.

“I can’t do this. I need to go lie down.” She grabs her glass and runs to the basement, despite her level of upset she managed to not slam the door, as much as she wanted to. Rachel flung herself to her bed once she drank down her second glass of water, crying into her pill as she clung to her stuffed bear that her birth mother had left for her when she was born.  

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Rachel finally removes herself from her bed when she realizes just how sick to her stomach she feels, like she could throw up, and never stop. The water didn’t make her feel better, didn’t help fill the void, that she’d caused for herself. When she spots the flowers sitting on her bedside table, the flowers from Blaine, she wonders what he was doing. She thinks back to the roster she’d looked over before she’d taken her turn at the kissing booth and she remembers his name being on it. It had made her smile. Without a second though she grabs her coat and her boots and her bag and she runs out of the house, fast walking to the subway station, and quietly sitting in a seat. She looked a mess but there wasn’t anything she could do about it right now. All she knew was a hug from Blaine could help make it better, she’s almost sure of it. 

When she arrives in Time Square she makes her way to the location of the kissing booth and to her surprise Blaine is the one running it at the moment, she pulls a ten out of her bag and waits in life, a feeling of relief moving through her body as she got closer to the front. It’s when she was staring him in the face that she was able to stop crying. “Can I give you ten dollars for a hug? Is that allowed? If not I’ll um...I’ll donate the ten and take a kiss on the hand.” She shifts in her boots, hoping she didn’t seem too off to her friend- though she knew it was a pointless thing to hope for when she’d been crying for what felt like forever.

Hanna forced a smile as she pretended that she wanted to be there and not out there showing the picture she had on her phone to everyone who would care about A. She had found him, she had found A, she was sure of it but she needed proof, proof she was sure she would have to fight hard to get. She looked up when the photographs were revealed, only to be greeted by herself, her own, pale face laying there on the cold, hard metal that she could still feel whenever she closed her eyes. 

Her hands shook, her heart thumped against her chest, and as she so usually did, she felt all eyes on her and her friends as the police shot over to make sure the scene was quickly secured. But this was it, this was what A wanted them to see and he was long gone. She gulped, not able to take her eyes off the photos for fear that if she did, reality would hit her and the staring faces of people around her would cause some kind of break down. Her eyes focused on her photo for just a moment, before she found herself looking at Spencer’s. He could have killed them, so why didn’t he?

Santana tossed her phone lazily on to the dashboard and leant back. It was humid, even for early evening and she wound her window down further to attempt to get more air in to the car. She'd been at work until nine that morning but several hits from her bong and her comfy bed had been enough to knock her out for sleep until late afternoon. She'd been eased awake by her new puppy, Satan, lapping at her wrist to try and gain her attention. His fluffy face had looked so delighted once she'd opened her eyes. She'd also awoken to a rather large amount of discomfort in her boxers; a discomfort that she definitely didn't have to get rid of herself. All it would take was a few texts. A few blunt, uncaring texts to a girl that seemed to occupy quite a large amount of her time these days: Rachel Berry. Rachel fucking Berry who had her little prissy attitude and money and walked around like she owned the place but could also do that thing with her mouth that.... Santana groaned lightly and adjusted her hips on the chair. She'd sent the text telling Rachel she was just around the corner a few minutes ago. It wasn't an official agreement that they'd pleasure each other (and it wasn't like they'd had sex) but Rachel was good with her mouth and hands. That was all she was: an outlet for Santana's pleasure and sometimes Santana would return the pleasure if Rachel got lucky. It was all a secret though and Santana got off even more on the fact that Quinn had no idea. Quinn Fabray had no idea that she forced Rachel's head down on to her dick on a regular basis until she came. There was a right time to tell someone something after all. The sound of footsteps made her look up and she smirked, leaning casually on her doorframe. "You took your time. I could have places to be y'know. Get in," She said casually with an air of displeasure but beneath those words was amusement. Amusement that Rachel Berry was wandering closer to her car because she didn't hate her as much as she let on. 

Rachel smiled as she snuggled into Santana's side a little more, both of them still naked from the night before. She was barely awake, but just the feeling of Santana next to her made relief run through her body. She wasn't sure if she had been expecting the girl, but she was just so glad that she did. 

With a yawn, she pressed a lazy kiss to Santana's shoulder, still not opening her eyes as she just thought about how perfect the night before was. There were no lit candles, there was no hotel room or bed covered in rose petals - it was beautiful in its own right. 

To keep focus in class wasn’t exactly easy when your very sexy roommate kept texting you about stuff you really shouldn’t think or text about while in public. Not that Dani ever cared about what she did in public, as she followed her own heart and believes instead of the norm everyone else followed. She’d never been one to really care about what other people thought of her, especially not when said people were her overly religious parents. Sure, it had been hell to go through in the begging, not having any kind of support from the ones who were supposed to love you unconditionally, but she’d gone through it and had come out stronger than ever. She was certain that anyone with a little knowledge about sexual frustrations would have been able to see, just how badly she wanted the last five minutes of class to pass by. Tapping her pencil on the notepad in front of her, she kept gazing longingly at the watch by the entrance and begged silently for the time to move faster. When her professor said his final words, she was already on her way out, moving a little too fast up the steps.

Reaching the door she swung it open without hesitation and looked down at her phone to text Santana that she was on her way. Dani didn’t manage to do more than just glance at her phone, though, as she quickly spotted someone out of the corner of her eye. Lifting her head properly, a wide smile spread on her face as she let out a small chuckle and began shaking her head as she walked towards the other girl. “Couldn’t wait for me to come home, huh Lopez?” Santana seemed more than just relaxed, leaning against one of the walls of the hallway. It only drove Dani crazier as she knew it wouldn’t be long before Santana was anything but relaxing and after checking no one in particular was around, she leaned up to peck the taller girls lips. They were best friends and friends could kiss in public, sure because it is strictly platonic, but there had to be boundaries if any of them wanted to have a chance with someone else. “The hole in your heart that craves the Harper-love just couldn’t bear the thought of having to wait?” She asked teasingly as she leaned against the girl, one eyebrow quirked up and a wide smile on her face.

Who: Harper Berry & Sarah Fabray

When: March, 4th, afternoon

Where: 003.

What: Harper and Sarah finish what they started during the blackout

[Sarah was chewing on her lip as she waited in front of one of the backdoors of the closed club, hoping that Harper would arrive fast, and that no one else would be around. She had managed to grab the key reserved for emergencies in the backroom of 003, and was only waiting for the brunette to arrive so they could go in. During the blackout, the blonde had enjoyed the distraction provided by the brunette, and she had actually been disappointed that the lights had came back on just as they were about to go for a second round. But now, they would fix that, and she would get to have fun with the bartender behind the bar, and see that tattoo she had gotten in Vegas. As finally she saw Harper arrived, she grinned, her eyes trailing over the brunette.]

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