#gianna.

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Heidi Anderson & @giannastone​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Sunday, February 14th. Night.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Breadstix. Restroom.

Heidi was surprisingly enjoying her time at Candyland. It wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, but it wasn’t the worst Valentine’s Day she had ever celebrated and things were actually going really well. Even if the Canaries lost regionals, there was one thing for her to look forward to. Her and Kaden were going to get back together and after the night they were having? That seemed to be the most plausible scenario to come out of the night. Sometime throughout the night, Heidi and Gianna had crept off to the restroom to touch up on their makeup and gossip without the likes of any McKinley or Carmel kids listening on in them. Opening the door, she quietly muttered an “ew” and then furthered her steps into the bathroom, heading straight to the sinks and mirrors. “So,” Heidi started, a smile appearing on her face as she looked straight into the mirror, her fingers instinctively going up to her lips and wiping off any smeared lipstick. “I think Kaden and I are like actually getting back together,” she revealed, her eyes darting to look at Gi in the mirror. She was ready for any and all backlash her friend had for Kaden considering Heidi knew that if someone wasn’t his biggest fan, it was probably Gianna Stone. “And we for sure need to discuss you and Trace, smooch,” a grimace appeared on her face as she reached a hand into her hair, tousling it to give it more volume as it had fallen flat. “I mean, cousins should totally be off limits. Besides, Trace is...” she couldn’t find the words to explain him but she did physically shudder at the thought of him and Gigi. “Then again,” this time she turned her head to look at Gigi for real this time, “do you think I’m Dylan’s type?”

𝙶𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝙻𝚎ó𝚗.

However, Johnathan remembered how Gianna had walked in with Vincenzo earlier at the ceremony, how easily she could be tied with the Italians. So, without a second thought, he pushed past the rabid dogs in an attempt to find her, and he did so knowing the kind of idiots that would attract.

A hand grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him back. In a matter of seconds, he's wrestling off two guys. With the adrenaline kicking in, he doesn't even notice how the stitches on his sides have burst as the blood slowly soaks his white shirt. A third, who'd been kicked to the floor, reaches up and drags him down, which sends Johnathan tumbling over.