#trace.

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @tracehummelanderson​​​​​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Friday, April 16th. Nighttime.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Brooklyn Warehouse Rave

As if her best habits were inherited by her namesake, Noah never shied away from a party, let alone a New York party. It had taken a while to get used to, but once Noah conditioned herself to get all of her work done before the weekend, she knew she could always manage at least one fun night out on the town and given the bummer that would be going to Lima the next week, she needed to get out. Of course once news got around about some mysterious rave in Brooklyn, she decided she had to figure out the address which ended up being a bit easier than she had initially thought. With the address saved in her phone, come Friday night, Noah Puckerman was ready to blackout and have her head in a toilet on Saturday morning. 

Getting to the location, she went into the warehouse which was already full of people, music blaring, and drinks strewn around everywhere. Just how she liked it. Once she got her own drink, she began maneuvering around the place, either looking for someone she knew or someone she could just strike up a conversation with for the night. Noah had gotten slightly better at doing that since moving to New York. Before she would just hug a wall or keep to just following Zoe or Sterling around a house party, but now, walking up to strangers was a piece of cake. After a few drinks and a few conversations, some with classmates of hers, some with random people who’s names she didn’t even know, her eyes began scanning for someone new and her peepers settled on a familiar face. “As I live and breathe, is that Tracy Laurence?” she called out, approaching him. Trace and Noah were never best friends and their interactions were always limited in high school due to the similar circle they ran in, but since living in New York the pair had become slightly closer. Noah was sure Trace would always be an annoyance for as long as he lived, but now there was a bit of fondness for him that wasn’t there in high school. “How the fuck did you end up here?” She asked, bringing him in for a side hug. “I didn’t think you were cool enough to get into this place,” Noah said in a teasing manner.

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Lemon Lopez-Pierce & @tracehummelanderson​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Friday, December 4th. Like idk midnight.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Football Chad’s.

Lemon would never call herself a party girl, but she did enjoy a nice mix of vodka and various mixers along with a night of dancing and socializing. Even if there were some pretty awful parties amongst the student body of McKinley, she still put on a smile and dealt with it. Besides, she could handle any kind of party as long as she was drunk. Tonight, was one of those nights. The party wasn’t boring by any means, but considering her return to the Cheerios, there was much to celebrate which included many shots being shoved her way. 

After a few drinks and multiple shots, Lemon was definitely feeling the alcohol take a toll on her. She was having a blast! But if she was having a blast, then why did something feel so wrong? It was stupid, but whenever she went to parties she always thought of Trace. Trace wasn’t a constant on her mind much anymore, but anytime she showed up to some house party she couldn’t help but think about the small things in their relationship, like them alternating DD for parties. It was simple, but it was always one of those things she had appreciated in the course of their relationship. The thing that lingered in her mind always thought at parties was their breakup.

Maybe she wasn’t handling their breakup right at all. It had already been two months since their breakup and everything had practically been complete radio silence ever since. That wasn’t healthy, wasn’t it? She knew her and Trace would never be friends, they weren’t to begin with. Just romantic partners, but pretending like her didn’t exist wasn’t the way to handle a breakup and Lemon was mature, wasn’t she? It also didn’t help that their breakup wasn’t exactly ‘closure’ for the blonde. It had been a heated moment that she truly regretted. They should have... talked about their relationship, but Lemon never gave either of them that option.

As if the universe had read her mind, Lemon stumbled her way over to the stairs (in search of a bathroom) when she saw Trace sitting by himself, on the stairs, nursing a beer. Typical. “Hey,” she greeted, her voice barely above a soft whisper. No time to talk like the present, right? Right! “That seat taken?” She asked, her eyes flickering between Trace and the staircase.

lemon: so ik we're not like on good terms or whatever

lemon: but i just wanted to tell you good luck. your audition's on saturday, right?

trace: I want meat

us: okay I guess (mostly vegetarian, but we make allowances)

trace: on the bone

us: are you going to try to eat the bones again?

trace:

us: