Everybody Wants to be Loved

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Who: Tina Cohen-Chang + whoever finds her in the girls' room
What: Self analysis that is open to interruption
Where: McKinley High Girls' Bathroom
When: Friday, around the same time as the Glee Club rehearsal with Quinn
Rating: PG

Tina hurriedly made her way to the nearest girls' bathroom, the chain belt around her waist jingling noisily as she walked.

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[allshowbusiness]

Charlotte had been working in the costume lab, practicing various sewing skills in her attempt to fix up a slip she'd found in the storage room. She'd been busy for the better part of an hour, managing to completely remove the bottom hem of the skirt, but in her attempt to open the ribbing, she'd wound up slicing her hand with the slide-cutter.

So she'd made her way down to the bathroom, a roll of gauze on her hand and a curse on her lips as she shoved the door open. Seeing anyone else in there, let alone a girl she recognized from auditions, was a little bit of a shock, but she wasn't going to let it stop her from taking care of business. Settling in at the far sink, Charlotte unwrapped her hand, wincing a bit as the cold water hit her open palm.

"Fucking Christ," she muttered under her breath before turning to the other girl. "You're going to be Liz, aren't you? What's your name again?"

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Tina jumped when the door was pushed open, the loud noise shocking her out of her self-reflection. She tried to regain her composure and look normal, but she couldn't help glancing over at the recent arrival. Something about her was familiar...

The swearing and watery blood falling down the drain suggested that the girl had wounded herself somehow. Tina was more surprised however, that the girl actually addressed her. "Um, T-t-tina," she stammered in reply, finally recognizing her from the Chicago auditions. She was one of the leads. "You're....hurt." Well that was obvious. She felt dumb as soon as she said it.

[allshowbusiness]

"Tina." The name hung in the air, and Charlotte nodded as if in agreement before nodding towards the dispenser on the wall. "Can you grab some paper towels so I can try and stop the bleeding?"

She didn't say please, because it just wasn't really something she did, but at least she was being nice. Well, as close to nice as Charlotte could really be with blood gushing out of her hand.

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"S-s-sure," Tina said, mentally berating herself for not thinking of that on her own instead of just standing there like an idiot. She pulled the dispenser handle a few times, pulling out the paper towels in a hurry. She stepped to the sink where Charlotte (she finally remembered the girl's name) stood. She handed the paper towels to her. "Um....you're...Ch..Charlotte...right?"