#kurt.

"hey. kurt, right?" though, in jesse's opinion, fraternizing with the competition was generally frowned upon, but this was a party, and having a simple conversation with another classmate didn't have to be the end of the world. besides- it was the best way to get hints towards information that could be used in vocal adrenaline's favor later on. "how are those warblers doing? cracked under the pressure yet?"

timeframe: september 8th, in the afternoon

location: just a random street in los angeles

Brielle had been struggling holding her water bottle, iced coffee, bag of cookies, books and songwriting journal. She groaned, wondering why she tried to hold everything in her arms. She right in front of her condo when she knew it was all about to fall. Taking a deep breath and deciding to be brave, she turned towards the next person. "I'm sorry. I know this is a really crazy question, but can you please help me hold some of these things? My house is -" she motioned by jerking her head towards her condo. "Please? I don't want to spill my coffee."