Glee | Designated Drivers: 1. Booze Cruise | New Directions (1 of 3)
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a 2nd cycle, and then a 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th , 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th, 20th, 21st, 22nd, 23rd, 24th, and 25th, 26th and 27th cycle. Now cycle 28!
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"DESIGNATED DRIVERS: 1. BOOZE CRUISE"
New Directions
Finn and Kurt had all but agreed on the fact that not only were they going to be in charge, as the only two who weren’t drinking, to get everyone home safely, but they had another task. They could tell everyone else was drunk beyond reason at this point, but so far nothing but a lot of yelling, crying, and laughing had happened. The moment this changed though, then it would be up to them to call the party’s time of death and get everyone packed in one of two cars and ready to be taken home.
Maybe it was the drunken haze messing with their minds, but they would remember the almost cartoon-like feeling of something flying overhead before they looked to the side. There, lodged on the wall, was a pink polka dotted bra. There was also a sudden burst of sound, and they knew even before they saw the blonde running along that the party was over.
Finn took off his shirt, revealing the t-shirt underneath, and chased after Brittany so she would put it on with some of her dignity left intact. Of course she saw the chase as a game and just kept going for a while before he somehow got the shirt on her. She just went on laughing like nothing happened.
“Okay, time to go home!” Finn called over the music. “Everyone! Party’s over!” All he got was some cross-eyed drunken looks and laughs. “Rachel, say the party’s over,” he turned to their teetering hostess. She frowned at him, tilting her head.
“Wha-why?” she asked.
“Please, Rachel.”
“Now who’s the needy one?” she pointed her finger, squished his nose with a laugh. But then, “Fine… Fine, fine,” she patted his cheek at each ‘fine,’ then twisted her head back and called, “Party’s over!” She turned her head back and called, “Party’s over!” She turned back to him. “Happy?” she almost looked like she’d tried to curtsie… and failed halfway.
Now that their tipsy crew was starting to cooperate, Kurt and Finn had quickly decided how to split things. Kurt escorted Blaine, Sam, Santana, Mercedes, Tina, and Mike, like a cackling conga line. This left Finn with Rachel, who he didn’t want to leave behind on her own, Puck, Lauren, Quinn, Brittany, and Artie. The first and probably biggest issue was no doubt having to get Artie out of that basement and into the car. It wasn’t so much the fact that he’d have to carry him out that was the problem. It was that since Brittany’s streak show he hadn’t stopped singing some unintelligible song in a high pitched voice which now found itself pressing into his ear as he carried the guy up the stairs. He could barely hear the rest of them trudging up behind him, though he could hear Puck dragging the wheelchair up.
It was going to be a packed ride, and Finn was just thankful he’d gotten the chair to fit in the trunk. Lauren took the front passenger seat and, when the backseat would find itself already loaded, Rachel would invoke her small stature and squeeze herself in between Finn and Lauren. In the back, it became that Brittany sat in between Puck and Quinn, while Artie laid in all their laps, still singing his song, which remained unidentified. Now they were all set, so off they went. The first stop would be Quinn’s, which would at least get Artie a proper seat. The way he saw it, that couldn’t arrive a moment too soon. He could see her in the back, throwing daggers around with her eyes… She got kind of scary when she was drunk. He tried to think of some words to try and tell her, to calm her down, but he knew any attempts would only put more gas on the flame. So he kept his hands on the steering wheel and focused as best he could, as everyone else had decided to join their voices to Artie’s, and it only got more hectic… He didn’t know how they were supposed to follow along to ‘lyrics’ when he couldn’t tell what the song was.
When they got to the Fabray home, Finn got out and helped Quinn to get out and Artie to take her place. He turned back to Quinn, who just stood there staring into nowhere. “Hey,” he took her arm, and she looked back at him. “Are you going to be okay?” he asked, and he wasn’t sure if she was actually smiling or if she was putting it on for his sake.
“Oh, yeah…” she told him, trailing off toward the house. He watched her go, waited until she’d closed the door behind herself, and then he got back in the car. Artie had stopped singing now, and he saw why… he’d fallen asleep with his head buried in his girlfriend’s arms. She looked close to drifting off herself, resting her head on his. Puck, for his part, seemed bent on riling up the girls in the front seat… Good thing he was next on the drop off. When they got to the curb, Finn had to get out to go insist Puck got out as well. He didn’t look too bothered by it, just went on his way home… one less hurdle. He tried to convince one of the girls up front to go in the backseat, but then Rachel just pointed and he saw that, in the space vacated by Puck, Artie and Brittany just laid there snoozing along.
“Fine, Lauren, you’re next, right?” He vaguely remembered her telling them where she lived once, and once she confirmed it, they were off. Of the least likely things he’d have expected on that day, having Rachel and Lauren harmonizing something that sounded very lullaby-like toward the pair in the back was probably high up there.
“You know what, Berry?” Lauren paused so suddenly that Finn startled. “I used to think your dress there was kind of the biggest mess I’d ever seen, but I think it’s growing on me… Reminds me of my Nana…” she went on, and Rachel beamed.
“Thank you!” she patted her arm, then frowned, like she was trying to figure out why a tiny bell had gone off in her head, like she’d been insulted and she’d missed it.
“There it is,” Finn spoke then, as he spotted the house. “That’s right, right?” he asked, and Lauren craned her neck to see.
“That’s the one! Alright, party people. Catch you later,” she got out of the car, zigzagging to the house. Once again, he waited until she was inside, though right before that happened, Rachel had to get in a loud and sleep-disturbing…
“GOODBYE!” she waved, then jumped when Artie and Brittany re-emerged, confused and generally disoriented. “Oh, good, you’re up!” Rachel beamed, turning to look at them as she moved to the passenger seat proper. “We need some music!” she declared. Finn braced himself… halfway there.
TO BE CONTINUED (TOMORROW)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26] [Cycle 27]
[Cycle 28]
[568] [569] [570] [571] [572]
[573] [574] [575] [576] [577]
[578] [579] [580] [581] [582]
[583] [584] [585]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Designated Drivers: 1. Booze Cruise"
Pairing: New Directions
Rating: G
Summary: Finn and Kurt, sober voices of reason, call the party's end... now to get everyone home...
Spoilers: 214 Blame it on the alcohol
if you have things you would like to see get written, pleeease drop by the suggestion box. The link is further down!
"DESIGNATED DRIVERS: 1. BOOZE CRUISE"
New Directions
Finn and Kurt had all but agreed on the fact that not only were they going to be in charge, as the only two who weren’t drinking, to get everyone home safely, but they had another task. They could tell everyone else was drunk beyond reason at this point, but so far nothing but a lot of yelling, crying, and laughing had happened. The moment this changed though, then it would be up to them to call the party’s time of death and get everyone packed in one of two cars and ready to be taken home.
Maybe it was the drunken haze messing with their minds, but they would remember the almost cartoon-like feeling of something flying overhead before they looked to the side. There, lodged on the wall, was a pink polka dotted bra. There was also a sudden burst of sound, and they knew even before they saw the blonde running along that the party was over.
Finn took off his shirt, revealing the t-shirt underneath, and chased after Brittany so she would put it on with some of her dignity left intact. Of course she saw the chase as a game and just kept going for a while before he somehow got the shirt on her. She just went on laughing like nothing happened.
“Okay, time to go home!” Finn called over the music. “Everyone! Party’s over!” All he got was some cross-eyed drunken looks and laughs. “Rachel, say the party’s over,” he turned to their teetering hostess. She frowned at him, tilting her head.
“Wha-why?” she asked.
“Please, Rachel.”
“Now who’s the needy one?” she pointed her finger, squished his nose with a laugh. But then, “Fine… Fine, fine,” she patted his cheek at each ‘fine,’ then twisted her head back and called, “Party’s over!” She turned her head back and called, “Party’s over!” She turned back to him. “Happy?” she almost looked like she’d tried to curtsie… and failed halfway.
Now that their tipsy crew was starting to cooperate, Kurt and Finn had quickly decided how to split things. Kurt escorted Blaine, Sam, Santana, Mercedes, Tina, and Mike, like a cackling conga line. This left Finn with Rachel, who he didn’t want to leave behind on her own, Puck, Lauren, Quinn, Brittany, and Artie. The first and probably biggest issue was no doubt having to get Artie out of that basement and into the car. It wasn’t so much the fact that he’d have to carry him out that was the problem. It was that since Brittany’s streak show he hadn’t stopped singing some unintelligible song in a high pitched voice which now found itself pressing into his ear as he carried the guy up the stairs. He could barely hear the rest of them trudging up behind him, though he could hear Puck dragging the wheelchair up.
It was going to be a packed ride, and Finn was just thankful he’d gotten the chair to fit in the trunk. Lauren took the front passenger seat and, when the backseat would find itself already loaded, Rachel would invoke her small stature and squeeze herself in between Finn and Lauren. In the back, it became that Brittany sat in between Puck and Quinn, while Artie laid in all their laps, still singing his song, which remained unidentified. Now they were all set, so off they went. The first stop would be Quinn’s, which would at least get Artie a proper seat. The way he saw it, that couldn’t arrive a moment too soon. He could see her in the back, throwing daggers around with her eyes… She got kind of scary when she was drunk. He tried to think of some words to try and tell her, to calm her down, but he knew any attempts would only put more gas on the flame. So he kept his hands on the steering wheel and focused as best he could, as everyone else had decided to join their voices to Artie’s, and it only got more hectic… He didn’t know how they were supposed to follow along to ‘lyrics’ when he couldn’t tell what the song was.
When they got to the Fabray home, Finn got out and helped Quinn to get out and Artie to take her place. He turned back to Quinn, who just stood there staring into nowhere. “Hey,” he took her arm, and she looked back at him. “Are you going to be okay?” he asked, and he wasn’t sure if she was actually smiling or if she was putting it on for his sake.
“Oh, yeah…” she told him, trailing off toward the house. He watched her go, waited until she’d closed the door behind herself, and then he got back in the car. Artie had stopped singing now, and he saw why… he’d fallen asleep with his head buried in his girlfriend’s arms. She looked close to drifting off herself, resting her head on his. Puck, for his part, seemed bent on riling up the girls in the front seat… Good thing he was next on the drop off. When they got to the curb, Finn had to get out to go insist Puck got out as well. He didn’t look too bothered by it, just went on his way home… one less hurdle. He tried to convince one of the girls up front to go in the backseat, but then Rachel just pointed and he saw that, in the space vacated by Puck, Artie and Brittany just laid there snoozing along.
“Fine, Lauren, you’re next, right?” He vaguely remembered her telling them where she lived once, and once she confirmed it, they were off. Of the least likely things he’d have expected on that day, having Rachel and Lauren harmonizing something that sounded very lullaby-like toward the pair in the back was probably high up there.
“You know what, Berry?” Lauren paused so suddenly that Finn startled. “I used to think your dress there was kind of the biggest mess I’d ever seen, but I think it’s growing on me… Reminds me of my Nana…” she went on, and Rachel beamed.
“Thank you!” she patted her arm, then frowned, like she was trying to figure out why a tiny bell had gone off in her head, like she’d been insulted and she’d missed it.
“There it is,” Finn spoke then, as he spotted the house. “That’s right, right?” he asked, and Lauren craned her neck to see.
“That’s the one! Alright, party people. Catch you later,” she got out of the car, zigzagging to the house. Once again, he waited until she was inside, though right before that happened, Rachel had to get in a loud and sleep-disturbing…
“GOODBYE!” she waved, then jumped when Artie and Brittany re-emerged, confused and generally disoriented. “Oh, good, you’re up!” Rachel beamed, turning to look at them as she moved to the passenger seat proper. “We need some music!” she declared. Finn braced himself… halfway there.
TO BE CONTINUED (TOMORROW)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26] [Cycle 27]
[Cycle 28]
[568] [569] [570] [571] [572]
[573] [574] [575] [576] [577]
[578] [579] [580] [581] [582]
[583] [584] [585]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Designated Drivers: 1. Booze Cruise"
Pairing: New Directions
Rating: G
Summary: Finn and Kurt, sober voices of reason, call the party's end... now to get everyone home...
Spoilers: 214 Blame it on the alcohol