𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍 !

ren: do you like more pop stuff then? because i can recommend 1989? it's a really great pop album from her!! :D

wren: not into pop either but again, totally rad you're so into her

[LUCA HOLLESTELLE, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER] who’s that? oh it’s {WREN SCHUESTER}. i hear they’re {SIXTEEN} and a {JUNIOR} at {WMHS}, have a voice like {DAISY CLARK} and are part of {TROUBLETONES & RINKY DINKS}. they’re known to be {CHILL & APPROACHABLE} and {CARELESS & INDISCREET}. some people say they remind them of {THE SMELL OF WEED, USED RECORDS, & BELL BOTTOM JEANS}. only one way to find out!

POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: mentions of drug consumption

ren: i know that her country stuff isn't everybody's cup of tea and i can understand that

ren: have you listened to her album red, at all? it's a good mix of country and pop!!

wren: i'm not really into country or pop at all, babe

ren: how can you not like her??? she's literally the music industry!! :o

wren: idk my ears just vibe with other artists?? can't explain that one

wren: the art in music is that it's subjective and like it's fucking awesome you go so ham on her but idk

ren: i get what you mean! do you like any of the other songs on the album?

wren: tbh i havent really listened to it

ren: oh yes, i love willow! it's a cute song and good opening track :)

wren: it is a pretty cool song, gotta hand her that

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Wednesday, December 16th. Afternoon, after school.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: McKinley Art Room.

Everyone needed an escape. Whether it was from life, school, or literally whatever, everyone needed that one place where they could go or that one person to talk to in order to chill out for a bit. Most of the time Wren’s escape was smoking or being anywhere other than her house, but when she was at school her escape was the art room. Given the lack of arts accessibility at McKinley, the art teacher never got upset whenever Wren would stumble in asking to borrow an easel and some paint. Between work and glee rehearsals, she never got to come into the room often unless it was for class, but on her days off she had been trying to come more often and focus on what she had a love and passion for. 

Wren never was the most gifted child. Finn got the brains, Julien got the talent, but Wren had a knack for making something beautiful. Some would call that a gift, but the redhead did always feel less than her siblings. Considering she lived with the class president and the New Directions captain, it seemed like she had a lot to live up to and as much as she tried to pretend that it didn’t bother her, it definitely did so instead of leaving the high school at 3pm, she beelined for McKinley’s art room instead. As it were a routine, she greeted the teacher, asked to borrow some supplies, and started setting it all up. Pulling her hair up into a bun to avoid any paint getting in her hair, she sat on the stool and went to work. After about thirty minutes of working on her easel, the art teacher told Wren that he was going to leave for the day and to just shut the light off and close the door when she was done. Easy enough for Wren. Just like clockwork as the teacher left, in came someone else. Wren immediately thought it was just the teacher leaving something behind but she she looked up, she noticed if was someone completely different. “Well, well, well,” she sat the paintbrush that was in her left hand down and placed her hands on top of her jean clad thighs. “What brings you to my neck of the woods?” She asked, looking at the other. “If you’re looking for Mr. Rook, you just missed him.”

LJ: hot 🥵🥵🥵

LJ: omf dont hex her date i think she rly fuckin likes him 🔪

LJ: oh nothing i was just wondering

LJ: if i wanted to tattoo a tarot card on my body, potentially an ass cheek, which would u pick

WREN: are you telling me you don't want me to become your hot stepmom? and you'd rather have a MAN in the house?

WREN: high priestess for sure

ren: wait, witch song? i don't know that one :o

wren: brb lemme go look

wren: i take it back i think it's a remix

LJ: hey

LJ: wyd right this fuckin minute?

WREN: uhhh beating my massive schlong

WREN: jk

ren: i can't stop listening to evermore!! have you listened at all? i can't pick a favorite, it's too hard

wren: tbh i've never listened although i do vibe with that witch song or whatever its called

who: bodhi & @crhqstarters​ when: saturday december 12th where: outside of breadstix

Saturdays were for self-care. With everyone so amped up for the Holidays, Bodhi had spent his day trying to find Santa Clause at every single drug store he could think of. Was there a reason why Santa didn’t take pictures there? Even Santa’s need medicine. After getting tired of that, he ubered to Breadstix. 

When he was done eating with himself (table for ones are fun, normalize it), he was standing outside of the joint with two breadsticks in his hands. Waiting for his Uber, Bodhi pretended to air drum, not that he knew how to real life drum either. “Oh hey, lemme ask you a question,” He said excitedly, “Do you think these would work on a real life drum set?” 

Breadstix was hands down one of Wren’s favorite places to eat. Compared to most of the other restaurants in Lima, Breadstix actually had a pretty nice customizable menu where she could order food that fit her vegetarian diet specifically and every now and again her parents would decide to order takeout and nine times out of ten, the Schuester family would decide on Breadstix being the takeout place. Wren, who had just gotten off work, was tasked with grabbing the dinner and bringing it home in one piece. 

Once she arrived to the restaurant, she quickly went inside and picked up her order just as quick so she could get home as fast as possible. Her feet and ass were equally bruised from the kid’s party they had that day and she just wanted to put essential oils on her feet, eat some pasta, and call it a night. Toting her bag of pasta goodies outside, she noticed Bodhi immediately and he seemed to notice her as he grabbed her attention about his breadstick drumsticks. “I dunno, dude, I think they’d break pretty fucking easily. I think you’d be better off with just using real drumsticks.”

there were not a lot of positives to living in a busted little town like lima, ohio. it was bearable, sure, but that didn’t mean that frankie was up for any kind of conversation about extending her time spent in her hometown any longer than she had to. she had initially wanted to get as far away as physically possible from lima, but that would have never worked. frankie would have been on the first flight home within a month of being thousands of miles away and made the morphing into a ‘lima loser’ almost seamlessly, but moving to new york city with zoe? it just made more sense in her head. she would finally get the lively environment that she had been craving for so many years, and still be within the realm of possibility of making a simple day trip home to visit with her family. however, until then? she was stuck with doing shit like going to rinky dinks to join one of her best friends, wren, on her lunch break. 

to be honest, there was nothing wrong with the little scenario that the friends had made into an almost religious routine. wren brought food and drinks, and frankie brought the weed. it was the perfect balance of a break for wren and an escape for frankie. it was always better to smoke with someone else than to smoke alone. 

frankie made her way into the skate rink, immediately eyeing her friend before she was nodding towards the door and walking out. their refusal to diverge away from their normal habits were strong. before frankie knew it, wren was joining her outside and immediately making the environment as welcoming and wholesome as possible. “bro, i dunno what it is about these,” she started before she was grabbing one of the breadsticks and taking a large bite from it. “guilty fuckin’ pleasure, i swear.” the breadsticks were disgusting, but they were the right kind of disgusting. frankie was halfway through eating whenever she heard wren speak up, a sense of panic setting in her stomach at where the conversation was heading. are you fucking my sister? it was funny how life worked sometimes. she could remember cornering joey and pandering him with the same kind of questions about her little brother whenever their… whatever had initially started, and frankie felt like she needed to apologize to joey for how she felt being on the receiving end. “hm?” she asked, chewing and swallowing her food slower before she was grabbing a drink of her slushie. “i uh-” god, this fucking sucked. there was no way around this moment - either she lied to wren and crapped on everything magical happening with her sister, or she told the truth and crapped on wren. “we’re uh- i don’t… wren,” frankie started again before she was lighting up the joint she had brought and immediately taking a hit from it. thank god for drugs. “we’re… involved? jesus fuck, that sounds so gay but like… i dunno, stuff is happening between us and i’m not quite… sure what it is yet?” frankie allowed the soft sense of silence to fall between them before she was daring herself to lock eyes on wren’s form. “is that okay?”

Wren had a habitual way of life. For someone who always tried to diverge away from any type of routine, she more often than not shared the same habits her mom and brother had and something like Frankie not meeting up with her probably would have given her some sense of fear or like there was something in her world messing up. She would never admit because she was Wren Schuester, you know? Wren was some girl who went against the grain and she didn’t live some mundane superficial life that her family did. She had purpose, or whatever it was coming-of-age movies talked about. But she didn’t have to worry about that today. For now, she could enjoy a slushie, some food, and some weed for her friend. It’s not like she knew how many more times they’d be able to do this. It’s not like Frankie was fucking dying, but graduation was fast approaching and plenty of Wren’s friends were gonna be off beating their dick in far much cooler places than Lima, Ohio and if her suspicions were true about Frankie and Finn’s relationship then that just meant Frankie would be coming over to her house for reasons that didn’t include her.

“I swear it’s like the fucking garlic they put on ‘em. I don’t know. Regardless, they’re fucking bomb,” the redhead agreed, before grabbing her own piece. They were not delicious at all, basically just a greasy blob of cheese that was honestly probably undercooked but under the right circumstances? Nothing tasted better and they sure beat the shit they served at McKinley. She never had to deal with the school lunches because her mom always insisted on making lunches which was cool and all that her mom made sure she wasn’t starving. As Frankie began piping up about the situation between her and Wren’s sister, Wren began nodding her head slowly taking in all the information. Her suspicions were true and there was a slight pit in her stomach. Not because Frankie and Finn were involved or however Frankie put it, but because Finn hadn’t even mentioned anything about Frankie or even asked if it was okay. Not to mention, it was barely months ago that Finn had made a fuss about Wren’s kiss with Benji or her minor involvement with Zoe over the summer. Both times Finn had acted like Wren had committed some sort of treason and essentially ignored the situations until they went away, but Benji and Zoe were both fleeting moments. Neither of her prior involvements with them were ever meant or thought of to carry on anything more than two drunken moments, but this sounded serious. Something her sister who shared a room with her should have brought up. “I mean, it’s like fine,” a shrug. Nonchalance and fakeness was the way to go. What was she gonna do? Bitch at Frankie for caring about someone? Finn was awesome in her own way, it was just a weird circumstance and Wren didn’t appreciate being kept out of the loop, but that wasn’t Frankie’s burden to bear. “You know, I just have to like threaten you. The whole ‘don’t fucking hurt her or I’ll have to make sure your body’s never found’ thing,” Wren was sure she’d have to answer to whatever fucking Gods were above for the lying she was doing, but weirdly enough she cared about people’s feelings and she wasn’t going to fuck up her own friendship with Frankie because of sisterly business. “Follow up question though,” slurp. “Is this strictly casual, having fun type of shit or,” another slurp. “Is it teetering into girlfriend/girlfriend territory?”