Glee | Designated Drivers: 2. Tipsy Taxi | New Directions (2 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: 2. TIPSY TAXI"
New Directions
Though the volume still made him cringe, Finn had to admit there was improvement in that he could at least make out the fact that Rachel, Artie, and Brittany were belting and hollering their way through Tik Tok. He had to join in, as his silence was met with prodding and protest. As soon as they’d see he was singing, they forgot him and got back to it, as feverishly as ever.
Artie was the next drop off, and it was then that Brittany reminded Finn of his Aunt Sheila’s old dog, who would go into hysterics as soon as he understood or even believed that Sheila was about to leave him behind. Suddenly she was holding on to Artie’s arm and she didn’t look willing to let him go. When they got to his house and Finn opened the door after getting the chair from the trunk, he found them in a tight embrace, like it would be their last kiss. Rachel was in the front, holding on to the seat with her face buried in it to stifle a laugh. Once he finally got Artie to cooperate and get in his chair, Brittany got the window open, hanging out of it so she could clasp his hands again.
“Don’t go,” she begged. “Let’s get pizza!”
“Oh, driver, the lady wants pizza!” Artie’s arm - and voice - shot high, laughing.
“You can have some later,” Finn told him, pushing his chair toward the house. “That’s if your parents don’t ground you for a year when you come in like this.”
“But I’m such a responsible drinker,” Artie mumbled.
“Who’s wearing his girlfriend’s shirt, Finn pointed out, and Artie looked at himself. “Let me just get that,” he helped him out of it.
“Give this to her, along with my regards,” Artie proclaimed before shouting to the night air, “Good night, good NIGHT, you’re my girl!”
“Night, Artie!” Brittany hollered back, and at the noise that followed, Finn could imagine she’d nearly fallen out the car window. He looked to find Rachel was helping her back inside. Once he got Artie inside the house, he saw Rachel had transferred to the backseat, side by side with Brittany, who now appeared to be teaching her cheers. He just had her to drop off now, and then well…
Before they could leave, Finn stayed outside the car while Rachel assisted in getting Brittany back in her own shirt. He realized they’d forgotten the bra at Rachel’s, so this was the best they could do. Once this was sorted out, he got back into the driver’s seat, the cheers resumed, and they were on their way. The ride wasn’t too long, and here as well he made certain Brittany was inside before he’d drive off. Now this did leave just him and Rachel in the car as they made it all the way back to her house. She was silent, as he could sort of expect, after how he’d had to set her straight, back at the party. He hoped she understood this didn’t mean he didn’t care for her at all anymore. The fact that he wanted her to come while he dropped off everyone rather than leaving her alone… it had to mean something, right?
When they got back to her house, he stopped the car, and… silence. “I can stay with you, if… I mean, then you wouldn’t have to stay all on your own and…”
“I can take care of myself,” she told him, not bitter, but still clearly a bit wounded. “That’s what you want, right?”
“Rachel…” he shook his head.
“Thanks for coming, thanks for driving us… I’ll see you at school,” she told him before getting out of the car. He watched her go, knowing he had to stay, not go after her. Still, he waited until she was inside, and until he saw the lights come on in her room. He’d done his part, and he knew Kurt was doing his, too.
Kurt wasn’t exactly having a quiet time on his own either. Just because they’d called an end to the party didn’t mean the others were going to listen. As soon as they got out on the street, the mission was clear: the couples wanted to sit together. Mike and Tina were the first to fly by, diving into the backseat. Sam looked back to Santana, who just stopped, and stared, and…
“Why are you… are you… What’s so funny?”
“What?” she asked.
“You don’t see it?” he pointed at her face, smirking. “You’ve got the giggles.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she giggled and caught herself, which made him smirk in victory, but then he jumped into the backseat with the others, holding his hand out.
“Get in!” he indicated his lap.
“Oh, I know what this is about now, nice try,” she shook her head.
“Get in!” Sam, Mike and Tina pointed behind her and she saw now the others were coming, and they were angling for the back so not to be squeezed up front.
“Work on your signals!” Santana told Sam before hopping in, finding herself sitting halfway on Sam’s and Mike’s laps. “I’ve seen worse,” she appraised.
“Hands to yourself, Giggles,” Tina warned from the other side.
“Oh, come on, I’m not giggling,” Santana rolled her eyes, giggling.
“You’re doing it now!” Tina accused.
“Better that than the crying,” Sam shook his head, and got smacked in his good shoulder for his troubles. “Hey!”
“Yeah, didn’t Brittany say she wanted to try and cheer y…” Mike started, and now he was the one to get smacked, getting Tina’s elbow in his side. “Ow! Why’d you do that?”
“Shut up,” she muttered. Luckily they were rescued as the others pushed into the front seat.
“Mercedes, I think Blaine should sit in the middle,” Kurt told her as she was crawling in ahead of the Warbler, who was busy waving at the four in the back.
“Why, he’s not your boyfriend, and I was your girlfriend for about half a second, so I’ve got seniority,” she declared. Sparing himself the possibility Blaine could hear her calling him his boyfriend and seeing his cheeks flush again, he didn’t argue. Once the backseat cleared up a bit he could always make her head back there. “Blaine, quit waving and get in!” Mercedes called to him. Now all seven of them were accounted for, so they were off. The way he’d laid out the plan, the first one to get dropped off would be Santana “Giggles” Lopez. Much like with Finn’s lot, this car soon burst with loud cacophonous singing. If any of them led to some kind of incident which would damage this car and get him in trouble with his father… He focused on the road, and not on the noise, not on Blaine on the other side of Mercedes. Finally they pulled up to Santana’s house, she pushed the car door open, hanging off into the night air.
“Welcome to Lima Heights! Adjacent!” she shouted before Kurt could run around and stop her.
“Alright, let’s take it easy,” he gave her a nod.
“Oh, relax, it’s not like that,” she shook her head.
“Yeah, alright, well let’s just get you home, alright?” he didn’t listen, just leading her to the door.
“Okay, fine. Real shame we didn’t get some booze in you,” she pinched his cheek.
“Please don’t do that,” he pulled his face out of her grasp. “You good from here?” he asked her, imagining things like he’d turn and find the car peeling away with one of those who did have ‘some booze’ in them at the wheel.
“Peachy, I’m peachy… like a peach…”
“Yeah, okay, good night,” he started back for the car. He heard the front door open and shut just as he got back in the driver’s seat. “That’s one down. Sam, you’re next.”
“Right, about that,” he leaned in from the backseat, with just a thread of clarity in him. Kurt had way more clarity in him, and he was way ahead of Sam.
“Don’t worry about it,” he looked back at him. “I know where I have to go,” he nodded, hoping Sam understood; he did. This had created a bit of a lull in the singing activities, which both Tina and Mercedes were quick to reinstate, keeping the party going until they reached their next destination.
Kurt pulled the car to a stop as he reached his destination. He figured it was a good thing they were all drunk out of their minds; they wouldn’t question or possibly remember this. He hadn’t dropped Sam in front of the motel, just at the nearest residential looking place near the motel. As he got out from the backseat, Kurt leaned out the window.
“Text me when you get there!” he called after him, and Sam waved back in response. He would have waited to see he’d made it inside, except then maybe it would have brought those questions they’d managed to sidestep so far.
“Mercedes, come back here!” Tina called to her friend from the back, which now only contained her and Mike.
“Yes, Mercedes, go back there,” Kurt agreed. He wasn’t about to complain about having just Blaine up front with him as they made the next drop offs…
TO BE CONCLUDED (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] [586]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Designated Drivers: 2. Tipsy Taxi"
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
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"DESIGNATED DRIVERS: 2. TIPSY TAXI"
New Directions
Though the volume still made him cringe, Finn had to admit there was improvement in that he could at least make out the fact that Rachel, Artie, and Brittany were belting and hollering their way through Tik Tok. He had to join in, as his silence was met with prodding and protest. As soon as they’d see he was singing, they forgot him and got back to it, as feverishly as ever.
Artie was the next drop off, and it was then that Brittany reminded Finn of his Aunt Sheila’s old dog, who would go into hysterics as soon as he understood or even believed that Sheila was about to leave him behind. Suddenly she was holding on to Artie’s arm and she didn’t look willing to let him go. When they got to his house and Finn opened the door after getting the chair from the trunk, he found them in a tight embrace, like it would be their last kiss. Rachel was in the front, holding on to the seat with her face buried in it to stifle a laugh. Once he finally got Artie to cooperate and get in his chair, Brittany got the window open, hanging out of it so she could clasp his hands again.
“Don’t go,” she begged. “Let’s get pizza!”
“Oh, driver, the lady wants pizza!” Artie’s arm - and voice - shot high, laughing.
“You can have some later,” Finn told him, pushing his chair toward the house. “That’s if your parents don’t ground you for a year when you come in like this.”
“But I’m such a responsible drinker,” Artie mumbled.
“Who’s wearing his girlfriend’s shirt, Finn pointed out, and Artie looked at himself. “Let me just get that,” he helped him out of it.
“Give this to her, along with my regards,” Artie proclaimed before shouting to the night air, “Good night, good NIGHT, you’re my girl!”
“Night, Artie!” Brittany hollered back, and at the noise that followed, Finn could imagine she’d nearly fallen out the car window. He looked to find Rachel was helping her back inside. Once he got Artie inside the house, he saw Rachel had transferred to the backseat, side by side with Brittany, who now appeared to be teaching her cheers. He just had her to drop off now, and then well…
Before they could leave, Finn stayed outside the car while Rachel assisted in getting Brittany back in her own shirt. He realized they’d forgotten the bra at Rachel’s, so this was the best they could do. Once this was sorted out, he got back into the driver’s seat, the cheers resumed, and they were on their way. The ride wasn’t too long, and here as well he made certain Brittany was inside before he’d drive off. Now this did leave just him and Rachel in the car as they made it all the way back to her house. She was silent, as he could sort of expect, after how he’d had to set her straight, back at the party. He hoped she understood this didn’t mean he didn’t care for her at all anymore. The fact that he wanted her to come while he dropped off everyone rather than leaving her alone… it had to mean something, right?
When they got back to her house, he stopped the car, and… silence. “I can stay with you, if… I mean, then you wouldn’t have to stay all on your own and…”
“I can take care of myself,” she told him, not bitter, but still clearly a bit wounded. “That’s what you want, right?”
“Rachel…” he shook his head.
“Thanks for coming, thanks for driving us… I’ll see you at school,” she told him before getting out of the car. He watched her go, knowing he had to stay, not go after her. Still, he waited until she was inside, and until he saw the lights come on in her room. He’d done his part, and he knew Kurt was doing his, too.
Kurt wasn’t exactly having a quiet time on his own either. Just because they’d called an end to the party didn’t mean the others were going to listen. As soon as they got out on the street, the mission was clear: the couples wanted to sit together. Mike and Tina were the first to fly by, diving into the backseat. Sam looked back to Santana, who just stopped, and stared, and…
“Why are you… are you… What’s so funny?”
“What?” she asked.
“You don’t see it?” he pointed at her face, smirking. “You’ve got the giggles.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she giggled and caught herself, which made him smirk in victory, but then he jumped into the backseat with the others, holding his hand out.
“Get in!” he indicated his lap.
“Oh, I know what this is about now, nice try,” she shook her head.
“Get in!” Sam, Mike and Tina pointed behind her and she saw now the others were coming, and they were angling for the back so not to be squeezed up front.
“Work on your signals!” Santana told Sam before hopping in, finding herself sitting halfway on Sam’s and Mike’s laps. “I’ve seen worse,” she appraised.
“Hands to yourself, Giggles,” Tina warned from the other side.
“Oh, come on, I’m not giggling,” Santana rolled her eyes, giggling.
“You’re doing it now!” Tina accused.
“Better that than the crying,” Sam shook his head, and got smacked in his good shoulder for his troubles. “Hey!”
“Yeah, didn’t Brittany say she wanted to try and cheer y…” Mike started, and now he was the one to get smacked, getting Tina’s elbow in his side. “Ow! Why’d you do that?”
“Shut up,” she muttered. Luckily they were rescued as the others pushed into the front seat.
“Mercedes, I think Blaine should sit in the middle,” Kurt told her as she was crawling in ahead of the Warbler, who was busy waving at the four in the back.
“Why, he’s not your boyfriend, and I was your girlfriend for about half a second, so I’ve got seniority,” she declared. Sparing himself the possibility Blaine could hear her calling him his boyfriend and seeing his cheeks flush again, he didn’t argue. Once the backseat cleared up a bit he could always make her head back there. “Blaine, quit waving and get in!” Mercedes called to him. Now all seven of them were accounted for, so they were off. The way he’d laid out the plan, the first one to get dropped off would be Santana “Giggles” Lopez. Much like with Finn’s lot, this car soon burst with loud cacophonous singing. If any of them led to some kind of incident which would damage this car and get him in trouble with his father… He focused on the road, and not on the noise, not on Blaine on the other side of Mercedes. Finally they pulled up to Santana’s house, she pushed the car door open, hanging off into the night air.
“Welcome to Lima Heights! Adjacent!” she shouted before Kurt could run around and stop her.
“Alright, let’s take it easy,” he gave her a nod.
“Oh, relax, it’s not like that,” she shook her head.
“Yeah, alright, well let’s just get you home, alright?” he didn’t listen, just leading her to the door.
“Okay, fine. Real shame we didn’t get some booze in you,” she pinched his cheek.
“Please don’t do that,” he pulled his face out of her grasp. “You good from here?” he asked her, imagining things like he’d turn and find the car peeling away with one of those who did have ‘some booze’ in them at the wheel.
“Peachy, I’m peachy… like a peach…”
“Yeah, okay, good night,” he started back for the car. He heard the front door open and shut just as he got back in the driver’s seat. “That’s one down. Sam, you’re next.”
“Right, about that,” he leaned in from the backseat, with just a thread of clarity in him. Kurt had way more clarity in him, and he was way ahead of Sam.
“Don’t worry about it,” he looked back at him. “I know where I have to go,” he nodded, hoping Sam understood; he did. This had created a bit of a lull in the singing activities, which both Tina and Mercedes were quick to reinstate, keeping the party going until they reached their next destination.
Kurt pulled the car to a stop as he reached his destination. He figured it was a good thing they were all drunk out of their minds; they wouldn’t question or possibly remember this. He hadn’t dropped Sam in front of the motel, just at the nearest residential looking place near the motel. As he got out from the backseat, Kurt leaned out the window.
“Text me when you get there!” he called after him, and Sam waved back in response. He would have waited to see he’d made it inside, except then maybe it would have brought those questions they’d managed to sidestep so far.
“Mercedes, come back here!” Tina called to her friend from the back, which now only contained her and Mike.
“Yes, Mercedes, go back there,” Kurt agreed. He wasn’t about to complain about having just Blaine up front with him as they made the next drop offs…
TO BE CONCLUDED (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] [586]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Designated Drivers: 2. Tipsy Taxi"
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