the monster mash

[fabraymazing]

Who: Everyone!
What: Halloween Dance~
Where: McKinley High's...gym?
When: Saturday
Rating: With this group? Who knows!

Quinn had never really been a fan of Halloween - even as a child, she never saw the point. She never went trick or treating, never went to parties, and was never interested in scary movies. She spent her Halloweens either handing out

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[singslikeagirl]

The novelty wore off quickly. No matter where he looked, he had members of slutty celibacy club glaring down at him. The Glee Club was here, though spread all around the gym in various places and the music just never seemed to quite hit the right spot. At least this time there was no alcohol, and Kurt was completely in control of his faculties. In fact, he was still in that post-stupidy mindset that he was never, ever drinking again. He wasn't entirely convinced he hadn't purged vital organs along the way following the last time

[allshowbusiness]

To be totally fair, Charlotte loved Halloween. Not because it gave her a chance to dress in lingerie in public - she had theatre to do that for her, thank you very much - or that it was a perfect excuse to throw a party and hang out with her friends, but more because it gave the opportunity for everyone else to do the same. It was the one time of year she didn't have to try and persuade people to live it up a little. Not only did she not try, she expected people to dress up, let loose, and have a little fun.

But spotting a very distinctly male angel (who could it be, really, out of the entire school?) sitting alone on the steps was not what she had anticipated. Had it been anyone else, she would have shrugged and kept on going towards the gym, but it was Kurt, and Charlotte respected him at least a little bit thanks to his fashion sense and general attitude. He could be a little melodramatic for her tastes (or a lot) but that sort of thing was not meant for Halloween.

So she made her way up to his spot, one hand on her costume's

[singslikeagirl]

Kurt glanced up when he heard someone adress him and raised an eyebrow at the company. "You know, I am going to stop wearing underwear just so people quit asking me what has gotten them in a twist," he stated with a small sniff, the events of the week having cut his patience for just about everything dramatically.

He closed down the Facebook screen on his iPhone before he made an over-dramatic decision to delete everyone off his friends list in a huff and slipped it into the silver man bag he had accessorized with when it became evident there was nothing beyond the obvious fitting into these leather pants.

[allshowbusiness]

"You're mistaking me for someone who cares about the dramatics again," she retorted mildly, a small, amused smile curving over her face. Charlotte wasn't irritated - it took a lot more than that to ruffle her feathers - but she also wasn't one to let someone wallow in their own self-pity. Talk through the issue, fine, but she wasn't going to let you sit around and mope. Do something about it or stop complaining.

"Now seriously. What's the issue?"

[singslikeagirl]

Kurt shrugged and brushed some imaginary specks of dirt off his pristine white pants. "If I get chafing, then you will hear of dramatics, darling."

"No issues," he responded with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Just don't get too close. You'll get Kurt Cooties. There is a safe distance, apparently, of about four inches. Anything more, you risk life and limb."

[allshowbusiness]

A raise of her brow was the only reaction he was going to get. "Not overly concerned about your homosexuality rubbing off on me - it'd be a plus, really - and you can stop with the self-pity now. Unless you enjoy sitting out here by yourself, hating your life."

She didn't think that was the case, so she kept going. "You can tell me what the real issue is, and I can offer you a solution that's guaranteed to be filled to the brim with all the awesome I can muster up at such short notice, or you can let me find out through the grapevine in a week or so, give or take a few days, and try to come up with a solution while staring into your admittedly large closet. Your choice, Hummel."

[singslikeagirl]

Kurt fell quiet and just looked at his hands. He had lost count of how many people had told him he was wallowing in his own pity this week or saying they could help him. No one could help him, and no one really got it. He didn't see anyone else getting told they were going to hell for who they were with monotonous regularity.

"It's nothing, Charlotte. You're right. I'm just sitting here feeling sorry for myself like an emo queen. Nothing but dramatics. Nothing to help with," he replied quietly. "It's all in my head. No real feelings allowed at McKinley, after all, right? Suck it up, princess, and all that. Don't stress yourself about helping when I'll just move on to worrying about my hair gel tomorrow."

[allshowbusiness]

The quiet brooding was normal. That was typical "my life is really difficult so please pay attention to me" teenage melodramatics, and she was used to that. She was in theatre, after all; self-absorbed melodramatics were par for the course in her circle. But quiet, self-effacing moderation was a big tip-off that something was actually wrong, and she wasn't so callous as to ignore what was so obvious.

"Hummel. Kurt. You may be able to pull the wool over the eyes of the cretins that share these halls, but you're not going to fool me that easily. Now, come on, what's the issue here?"

[singslikeagirl]

Kurt was relieved she actually corrected herself and used his first name, or that would start pushing all his wrong buttons too. The way Quinn had been sneering his surname at him lately made him feel like he needed to get a dog collar with that engraved on a tag or something.

"I'm not trying to fool anyone. I don't see how you'll have any better advice than anyone else I have already talked to. Including my friends, the guidance counseller, the nurse and the new theatre guy. They all told me the same thing, and I don't feel any better for it. What will make me feel better if aliens appeared in the school grounds and sucked Quinn Fabray up for a brain probe." He spotted some grafitti about him on the wall across from the steps and rolled his eyes slightly. "It's still Halloween. I'm optimistic."