Quinn's hair is in a perfect, pert ponytail ( Read more... )

I have to admit, I had wondered whether I was tempting fate by hosting a party on Halloween. Sure, the last Halloween had been mostly harmless and Tony and Pepper's party had gone off without a hitch. But I'd been on the island far too long to trust in its benevolence ( Read more... )

Worse than just boring, sometimes the long spans of free time in the clinic without a patient to tend to could prove to be downright dangerous. Or they could in Fitch's case, where too much free time lead to too much thinking about things that may not have struck him otherwise ( Read more... )

"Party ( Read more... )

James was bored. The storm, which reminded him a little of the weather he'd left without the snow, had prevented him from getting to the Club. Again. There he was, all dressed up with no where to go. Again ( Read more... )

The voice on the jukebox sounds so much like him that Quinn can't leave the room. She's sure it's a sign of her pregnancy getting to her head somehow, sure that this must be some hormonal thing. After all, the cramps have been getting worse today, and she's done so much walking in an attempt to get this show on the road that her feet are ( Read more... )

Watch your wallet and pocket your watches: this is New Orleans.

Tinny tingling voice all jazzed through the intercom's telling him he's home, and Snafu knows enough to pull his bag off the rack, even if he doesn't feel anything yet. It's kind of unreal, like the voice, like the way the light in the car is soft gold and the world outside the big ( Read more... )

The silver lining is that this old Guido has never looked better ( Read more... )

"Hi. Welcome to the first meeting of glee club."

Oh God, I don't know how to do this without threatening them. What would Mr. Schue say? What would-- what would Rachel say? She lives for this."I'm Quinn Fabray, and I sing. I used to be a cheerleader, but I sing now. I really love singing, and we had this glee club at home. It's, um, it's a ( Read more... )

Some people say laughter is the best medicine, and head Cheerio Quinn Fabray might have agreed with them. There's nothing as soul-cleansing as nearly throwing up the Coach Sylvester energy drink due slushie-on-Rachel-Berry induced laughter. And God knows that crap burns on the way back up ( Read more... )