Their words, mostly noises

[thinkmemad]

Harper was as happy as a clam, which was unusual, to say the least. She certainly caught dear Uncle Claude's minor outburst as the curtain went down for intermission, spotting her mother, Greta, attempt to calm him down. To her surprise and relief, they had stayed until the very end, though leaving before she had come out to greet the audience

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[comeon_imaguy]

Frank took a moment behind stage before heading out to the lobby. He took the wig off, scratching his head quickly before replacing the long brown locks, and adjusted his clothes. He jumped up and down, grinning like a madman, then finally followed the rest of the cast out into the already ridiculously full lobby.

Of course the play was the thing. Of course the play was the best part, but he'd never stop getting a kick out of how almost everyone seriously thought he was a girl! There could be no better proof of how good an actor he was than how often he heard variations of the phrase "I had never seen 'Frank' as a girl's name before!" Or "I remember when I had legs like yours, darling~" Depending on Frank's mood, he sometimes politely corrected his adoring fans, let them bask in their ignorance, or (most often at the end of a long run of shows) would loudly shout in the middle of the lobby I HAVE A DICK AND I'M PROUD OF IT

[comeon_imaguy]

"You guys can come, too," Frank offered, smiling at the girls even as he held out a hand for Kurt.

He laughed, grinning sheepishly. "Because that's just how Nick works."

[g_g_gleefultina]

Tina, for her part, just raised an eyebrow, hoping to get a better look at Kurt's new friend and maybe figure out what he looked like not dressed as a girl.

[comeon_imaguy]

Frank grinned at the girl, although he was more than a little distracted with Kurt.

[nothingironic]

Rachel stood a few feet behind Kurt, her arms crossed, her smile as wide as her face would allow. While she found the play to be antiquate at best and planned on telling everyone involved just that, she had promised Kurt that she would "chill". When they had finally spotted Frank, the sheer volume of Kurt's overly-excited call was enough to send her over the edge. How much longer could she hold this smile without causing pre-mature wrinkling to her porcelain skin...?

As Frank approached them she simply nodded in his direction. It, of course, was not an "I'd tap that" nod, but rather a nod evoking her current feeling -- which happened to be "why did I agree to keep my opinions to myself?". That outfit was truly hideous, costume or not.

[comeon_imaguy]

Frank would have been perfectly willing to throw down with Rachel, if she had voiced her opinions of the show. Hey, they were good! The whole cast was pretty brilliant, the costumes were awesome, the sets were a masterpiece -- and the play itself! Fanfuckingtastic.

Not that Frank was opinionated about the whole thing. But since he didn't know just how Rachel was writhing in pain under that facade of hers, he just grinned at her. "Glad you could come!"

[nothingironic]

Well, he seemed nice enough. Rachel didn't quite see him as the Adonis that Kurt did, but then again, he wasn't exactly her type. Maybe she could keep this act up. After all, her cheeks were starting to feel a bit numb.

"I always enjoy seeing what others consider to be fine acting." She stated, her smile un-faltering. A back-handed compliment from Rachel Berry? No, never.

[likeamilkmaid]

"Rachel..." Was Kurt's only reply to that, the 'you promised' silently implied after.

[nothingironic]

She simply turned to him and smiled, a look of absolute complacence on her face. "Kurt! I barely even saw you there. I was just having the most wonderful conversation with your friend here."

[likeamilkmaid]

"I can see that,"

Dear Rachel, Kurt thought, hoping dearly that they would suddenly develop telepathic abilities, please don't embarrass me.

[comeon_imaguy]

Frank blinked, then grinned wider, tilting his head curiously at the girl. "Really? Well, that's neat." He nodded behind them, at the wall of posters and awards the troupe had gotten over the years. "I usually agree with the Cappies, too." Sure, they had only gotten one in the time Frank had been on stage here at W.S. High, but that was one more than most schools.

[nothingironic]

Rachel immediately turned her attention to the wall. Walking back and forth, her hands placed gently in front of her, inspecting each and every inch. "I'm impressed" she said genuinely, turning back to him. "You must generally put on some pretty great shows. I wonder what hap --" she chose to keep her mouth shut then, not wishing to face Kurt's wrath if she finished her statement.

[comeon_imaguy]

Frank laughed at that. "You really didn't like tonight? Why not? I mean it. Be honest. Most of the people here are friends and family: they're just going to tell us it was fucking awesome, no matter what we did. We could go up there and pretend to be pigs, rutting around in the mud, for two hours and they'd give us a standing ovation."

[im_incharge]

"Frank!" Pete does not run. He walks. With dignity. And that's what he's doing. He's just doing it...quickly.

"That was splendid, splendid, splendid, splendid!" Four splendid's. Someone has an opening night high.

[comeon_imaguy]

"Petey!" Frank grins, grabbing at Pete and -- that's right, no avoiding it, not tonight! -- gives him a hug followed by a quick, messy kiss on the cheek. "It was, wasn't it?"

[im_incharge]

D: COOTIES, Frank! Ew. But Pete will subtly wipe his face off before replying proudly, "It most certainly was."