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Charlotte hated being invisible
She made her way through the mass of students, being tossed around in the current. As she passed Brittany and Santana, the Latina sending her a cold glare, Charlotte cast her eyes downward, a familiar lump growing in her throat.
It wasn’t unusual for that to happen. This was McKinley High, the student body being the prime example of high school hierarchy.
Her twin sister, Quinn, was at the top. Captain of the Cheerios, girlfriend of the football quarterback, shoo-in for prom queen.
Charlotte was at the bottom. Captain of the chess team, never been kissed, shoo-in for national title at next month’s chess tournament.
Not that that meant anything to anyone here.
She bit the inside of her lip as Quinn rounded the corner. The mass of students parted ways as she walked through, reminding Charlotte of the story of Moses parting the Red Sea.
Her chest tightened as Quinn breezed right past her, without even the slightest hint of acknowledgment. Distracted, she crashed into a football player nearly twice her size, her books falling from her arms in surprise. She bent down to pick them up, freezing as he kicked them out of her reach.
The laughter from everyone around her rang in her ears, echoing inside her mind as tears prickled her eyes.
Charlotte hated being invisible
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You are not proposing to me right now
Puck scoffed. “No, I’m not. I’m making a promise to you.” His hand dug into the pocket on his jacket, his fingers hooking on the ring he’d put inside there. He cleared his throat, bending down on one knee and looking up at her seriously.
“Quinn Fabray, we’ve had our ups and downs, and we went through tons of shit last year, and I know that I’ve done so many things to not deserve your trust anymore, but I’m asking for it. I’m here, on my knees, asking for one more chance to make this work.”
Quinn took a deep breath, her hands finding themselves on her hips, almost as if the pose was a defense mechanism; a way for her to feel in control and less vulnerable.
“Well, I never thought I’d see the day Noah Puckerman would be on his knees, asking for forgiveness.”
He scoffed playfully. “Yeah, well don’t get used to it.”
She smiled gently. “I-,” she hesitated, looking down at her hands. “I never really got over you, Puck. I mean, I know I made it seem as if I didn’t care anymore, but I did. I really, really did.” She looked into his eyes. “If you’re willing to try again, then so am I.”
Puck smiled. “I am,” he said softly.
There was a comfortable silence before she straightened up. “Well, then. You can start winning my heart again this Saturday. Breadsticks at eight?” She sent him a flirtatious gaze before turning and walking away, not waiting for a response.
Puck slowly stood, watching her saunter out of the library. He was going to make this work and nothing was going to get in this badass’ way.
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icharlieagron-loves-snixrivera asked: can you please follow me i just started and i kinda need more followers i have like 3...thank you oh and love your blog!!!
Of course! And thank you!
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A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOR LYBIA
I have seen tumblr pull this off once before, on September 11th, 2009. It was fantastic and beautifully done.
We have spent all of today posting incessantly about the matter, the equivalent of screaming at the top of our lungs. And it has been amazing in every sense of the word.
But we need to remember why we’re doing it in the first place. Hundreds have died, hundreds more will die. Humans with lives, families, minds and dreams. We need to give them a moment of silence, if only to resume the screaming and awareness immediately thereafter.
I propose this: at 10:40 PM ET (roughly 20 minutes from the time of this posting, 10:22 PM ET), we stop.
We stop the posting, whether it be about Lybia or Glee or Harry Potter or anything at all. We sit here, refreshing our dashboards if we wish to (so as to witness the silence) and we think. Because thinking is nice, and screaming clouds it sometimes, and those who have lost their lives deserve our thoughts.
And then, at 10:45 PM ET, after five minutes of “silence,” we resume our posting about whatever we want and we revel in our ability to speak out like so many have lost the right to do today and in the days leading up to it.
Let’s try and pull this off, shall we? We’ve accomplished so much today. This would be beautiful.
Reblog and join in when the time comes.
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romanovass-moved asked: Please do more of Finn and Santana. They're my guilty pleasure, lol. Thx :)
Done :)
Although it’s more sad than fluffy :(
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H-How could he do this to m-me
“San, it’s okay, really,” Brittany ran a hand down her best friend’s back, trying to calm her. “Finn’s just a really tall jackass. You don’t even need him anymore, Sanny.” Brittany felt panic rise as Santana’s sobs only got louder. “Santana, please stop crying.”
The Latina’s shoulders heaved. “I-I just, I don’t know what I did to make him do this. I know I was a bitch before, but I’ve been trying, Brit. I try to be nice to people and I never cheated on him. Not ever. And then he goes behind my back with one of my friends.”
“I know,” Brittany murmured, putting an arm around Santana’s shoulders and sighing when the girl buried her head in her shoulder. “San, you’re gonna ruin your eyeliner,” she tried.
“I don’t care,” she sobbed, the words muffled into Brittany’s sweater. “I just w-want my boyfriend t-to love me again.”
“Aw, San. He does love you. He’s just being stupid right now. I promise, you guys will get through it. There has to be something there, right? Why else would you have spent so much time in one relationship?”
Santana sniffled. “You think so?”
Brittany nodded, smiling. “I know so,” she ran a hand through Santana’s thick hair.
She bit her lip. “I just didn’t realize it hurt this badly,” she whispered. “I’ve done this so many times to other guys. Maybe I actually deserve this.”
“Don’t say that.”
“But it’s true,” she looked up. “What goes around, comes around, Brit. I’ve done so much shit in the past few years. Karma’s bitchy side is finally starting to show.”
Brit shook her head. “You deserve to be happy, Sanny. Just like everybody else.”
She engulfed her friend into a warm hug that made Santana choke up all over again.
“I really think I love him, Brittany. Like, love love him.”
“I know, San. I know.”
