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[TEXT] to Lyla Garrity
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alloriginalgradeabadassMy friend showed up! He's been reunited with his husband, too. Just thought you might like to know. :)
alloriginalgradeabadassrockstarwarblerWho: Blaine Anderson, Noah Puckerman, Mike Chang, Kurt Hummel and Quinn Fabray
What: A whole new world
Where: Mike and Puck's Bungalow
When: About 24 hours after Blaine's arrival
The first thing Blaine was aware of when he woke up was that he was sore. All over sore, from head to toe. He was lying still, but it still had a thrumming ache throughout his body and he shifted, turning his head to the side a little with a soft mumbled moan as his consciousness of his body began to return. Hell, what was wrong? Was he sick? Hungover? There was a heavy awareness that he had a full bladder too, but he was too groggy and not quite with it enough to do anything about it yet. He got his eyes open to squinted cracks, but that was all he could manage at first.
He tried to move a little bit more, pushing at the blankets over his feet when that felt heavy and hot too. Hot. That's what he felt. Like he was burning up and overheating. It gave him the mental kick to work on shoving the covers down away from his face and he sucked in a quick, groggy breath as he rubbed at his eye with the heel of his palm. He felt like he had a really, really bad nightmare, but nothing was really joining up in his head yet. He wasn't aware it was because of the strong sedatives. He wasn't aware he was on a strange island in Puck's bed. He was sure of much else beyond his basic sensations right now.
"K... Kurt?" he mumbled thickly and got his eyes open just a little more to try and look around to see where he was.
What: A whole new world
Where: Mike and Puck's Bungalow
When: About 24 hours after Blaine's arrival
The first thing Blaine was aware of when he woke up was that he was sore. All over sore, from head to toe. He was lying still, but it still had a thrumming ache throughout his body and he shifted, turning his head to the side a little with a soft mumbled moan as his consciousness of his body began to return. Hell, what was wrong? Was he sick? Hungover? There was a heavy awareness that he had a full bladder too, but he was too groggy and not quite with it enough to do anything about it yet. He got his eyes open to squinted cracks, but that was all he could manage at first.
He tried to move a little bit more, pushing at the blankets over his feet when that felt heavy and hot too. Hot. That's what he felt. Like he was burning up and overheating. It gave him the mental kick to work on shoving the covers down away from his face and he sucked in a quick, groggy breath as he rubbed at his eye with the heel of his palm. He felt like he had a really, really bad nightmare, but nothing was really joining up in his head yet. He wasn't aware it was because of the strong sedatives. He wasn't aware he was on a strange island in Puck's bed. He was sure of much else beyond his basic sensations right now.
"K... Kurt?" he mumbled thickly and got his eyes open just a little more to try and look around to see where he was.
[TEXT] To Remy LeBeau
Aug. 27th, 2012 01:39 amjustwants2danceDude, Puck and me aren't going to make it to work. I know it's short notice, but we really can't get there.
rockstarwarblerWho: Blaine Hummel-Anderson, Noah Puckerman and eventually Mike Chang
Where: The Beach, further along from the main strip
Time of Day: Around 5pm
Open or Closed: Closed for now
It was the happiest day of Blaine's life.
Bar none. There wasn't a single time in his life he could remember ever feeling this ecstatic, and he couldn't stop smiling. His faced ached, because a smile had been stuck on his face ever since he woke up that morning and he had been bouncing off the walls ever since. Kurt Hummel was his husband, and there wasn't a thing that could make life more perfect, as far as Blaine was concerned. The wedding had been beautiful. Absolute perfection. Kurt wouldn't have settled for anything less. Walden in Aurora was the only venue Kurt would consider in Ohio, and it had been booked for over a year for their special day of August 8th. Kurt had been in his element arranging that wedding. He did it all, right down to designing their suits, the invitations, and made every single wedding favour himself. They had stayed the few days before the wedding at the Walden Inn, just relaxing together and enjoying everything about the fact they were about to get married. Kurt had it all planned like a military operation, so that late in the proceedings, there had been nothing left to do but chill and enjoy every single last moment of it.
Of course, they hadn't spent the night before their wedding together. Blaine shared a room with his Best Man, Puck, and Kurt shared another with Quinn, Mercedes, Santana, Tina, and Rachel... a sleepover reminiscent of their many back in high school with lots of giggling and squealing over the fact Kurt was finally going to marry Blaine, the love of his life, and things couldn't be more perfect. There had been lots of cuddles and happy tears, and teasing Kurt about his upcoming wedding night. It had probably been the best sleepover they ever had, and everyone went into the wedding day on cloud nine, more than ready to see their two favourite gay guys tie the knot. That morning, Kurt and Blaine got up extremely early and took the first flight out of Ohio to New York City. They legally got married at a quickie ceremony at City Hall, and were on the next plane back to Ohio for their family ceremony and reception in Ohio surrounded by family and friends. There was no other way they wanted to do it, and the timing of it all had gone off without a single hitch.
( The entire day and into the evening was the epitome of wedding perfection... )
Where: The Beach, further along from the main strip
Time of Day: Around 5pm
Open or Closed: Closed for now
It was the happiest day of Blaine's life.
Bar none. There wasn't a single time in his life he could remember ever feeling this ecstatic, and he couldn't stop smiling. His faced ached, because a smile had been stuck on his face ever since he woke up that morning and he had been bouncing off the walls ever since. Kurt Hummel was his husband, and there wasn't a thing that could make life more perfect, as far as Blaine was concerned. The wedding had been beautiful. Absolute perfection. Kurt wouldn't have settled for anything less. Walden in Aurora was the only venue Kurt would consider in Ohio, and it had been booked for over a year for their special day of August 8th. Kurt had been in his element arranging that wedding. He did it all, right down to designing their suits, the invitations, and made every single wedding favour himself. They had stayed the few days before the wedding at the Walden Inn, just relaxing together and enjoying everything about the fact they were about to get married. Kurt had it all planned like a military operation, so that late in the proceedings, there had been nothing left to do but chill and enjoy every single last moment of it.
Of course, they hadn't spent the night before their wedding together. Blaine shared a room with his Best Man, Puck, and Kurt shared another with Quinn, Mercedes, Santana, Tina, and Rachel... a sleepover reminiscent of their many back in high school with lots of giggling and squealing over the fact Kurt was finally going to marry Blaine, the love of his life, and things couldn't be more perfect. There had been lots of cuddles and happy tears, and teasing Kurt about his upcoming wedding night. It had probably been the best sleepover they ever had, and everyone went into the wedding day on cloud nine, more than ready to see their two favourite gay guys tie the knot. That morning, Kurt and Blaine got up extremely early and took the first flight out of Ohio to New York City. They legally got married at a quickie ceremony at City Hall, and were on the next plane back to Ohio for their family ceremony and reception in Ohio surrounded by family and friends. There was no other way they wanted to do it, and the timing of it all had gone off without a single hitch.
( The entire day and into the evening was the epitome of wedding perfection... )
notchangingwithyouWho: Noah Puckerman and Lyla Garrity
Where: Outside the synagogue
Time of Day: Evening
Open or Closed: Closed
Lyla was still dressed in scrubs, making her way home from a long shift at the medical centre. She loved being a nurse, and knew she was lucky to be able to do the job on the island once she had proven herself more than capable to Dr Chase. She had been on the island for over a year now, landing here after she had graduated from Vanderbuilt and was missing Texas like nothing else. She had a nasty fight with her father, who was trying to tell her where she should work now she was qualified, and Lyla basically told him to go fuck himself.
Next thing she knew, she was on the beach, being greeted by a hot Asian dancer who bought her a drink and explained everything to her. It had been a pleasant surprise to find both Tim and Jason there too. The three of them had set their past aside and re-built their friendship here on the island. It was nice. And honestly, Lyla loved it here. She was one of those lucky ones who really didn't want to go home.
She was checking Wavebook on her phone when she passed the Jewish synagogue and almost bumped into a guy exiting it... and he was crying. He was crying and trying to shield it, but he was still crying. "Hey... are you okay? Is there something I can do to help you?" she asked in concern, automatically reaching to touch his arm softly.
Where: Outside the synagogue
Time of Day: Evening
Open or Closed: Closed
Lyla was still dressed in scrubs, making her way home from a long shift at the medical centre. She loved being a nurse, and knew she was lucky to be able to do the job on the island once she had proven herself more than capable to Dr Chase. She had been on the island for over a year now, landing here after she had graduated from Vanderbuilt and was missing Texas like nothing else. She had a nasty fight with her father, who was trying to tell her where she should work now she was qualified, and Lyla basically told him to go fuck himself.
Next thing she knew, she was on the beach, being greeted by a hot Asian dancer who bought her a drink and explained everything to her. It had been a pleasant surprise to find both Tim and Jason there too. The three of them had set their past aside and re-built their friendship here on the island. It was nice. And honestly, Lyla loved it here. She was one of those lucky ones who really didn't want to go home.
She was checking Wavebook on her phone when she passed the Jewish synagogue and almost bumped into a guy exiting it... and he was crying. He was crying and trying to shield it, but he was still crying. "Hey... are you okay? Is there something I can do to help you?" she asked in concern, automatically reaching to touch his arm softly.
alloriginalgradeabadassWho: Noah Puckerman
Where: The Synagogue
Time of Day: Evening
Open or closed: Closed
It was late, and there were no services going on at the synagogue at this hour. Which was, in Puck's opinion, a perfect time to go. He had a few things to say to God that he was pretty damn sure wouldn't go over too well with a rabbi or the Jewish congregation of Etre Libre, and he needed to say his piece.
The fact was, as Puck walked the long sidewalk toward the synagogue, all he could think of was that it was too late. Too fucking late. Blaine couldn't possibly be coming now. Not if he'd killed himself. Maybe that was irrational, given how late in the game Kurt had arrived. Puck knew full well that time was extremely relative on the island... Hell, even his own wife... er... ex-wife, now, he supposed... had arrived on the island out of high school when he'd arrived while they were married, years down the road. It all fucked with his head, but the overwhelming feeling was simply that Blaine wasn't coming. Puck just somehow knew that it couldn't happen now.
( I go back to the loss of a real good friend, the sixteen summers I shared with him, now 'Only the Good Die Young' stops me in my tracks... )
Where: The Synagogue
Time of Day: Evening
Open or closed: Closed
It was late, and there were no services going on at the synagogue at this hour. Which was, in Puck's opinion, a perfect time to go. He had a few things to say to God that he was pretty damn sure wouldn't go over too well with a rabbi or the Jewish congregation of Etre Libre, and he needed to say his piece.
The fact was, as Puck walked the long sidewalk toward the synagogue, all he could think of was that it was too late. Too fucking late. Blaine couldn't possibly be coming now. Not if he'd killed himself. Maybe that was irrational, given how late in the game Kurt had arrived. Puck knew full well that time was extremely relative on the island... Hell, even his own wife... er... ex-wife, now, he supposed... had arrived on the island out of high school when he'd arrived while they were married, years down the road. It all fucked with his head, but the overwhelming feeling was simply that Blaine wasn't coming. Puck just somehow knew that it couldn't happen now.
( I go back to the loss of a real good friend, the sixteen summers I shared with him, now 'Only the Good Die Young' stops me in my tracks... )
gotstarpowerWho: Mercedes Jones and Noah Puckerman
Where: The beach, just near the resort
Time of Day: Late evening
Open or Closed: Closed
Mercedes heart was pounding harder and more fast in her chest than it ever had. She felt like she was going to have a heart attack, but it was just adrenaline and shock. Total and utter shock. Unlike anything she had ever felt before. There was a ringing in her ears too. She just stood there watching the younger ER doctor adorned in light blue scrubs as he continued to speak, but it was like nothing was commuting anymore. She clung to Puck's side, her fingers sunk into his arm in a vice-like grip as her legs began to feel like jelly. Puck had paled beyond belief. He didn't even look just sick, he looked like he was going to pass out. In fact, it was right that minute as Mercedes dark eyes flicked to Puck's face to check if he was okay, that Puck did just that. He slumped hard in against her and her arms closed around him, catching him before he fell. The doctor reached out to help, but as Mercedes stumbled under the added weight to her legs, she didn't fall to the cold, hard linoleum ground of the Lima Emergency Room, her knees fell to warm sand and the sound and scent of the ocean lapping engulf her senses, capturing the nauseating sterile hospital smell and evaporating it.
A reflexive stunned gasp fell from her lips. It was night time, but the hospital was gone. Puck was gone, the doctor was gone. On god, the shock of what had just happened hit her like a tonne of bricks and horrified sob escaped her and echoed through the sea air. "PUCK!" she screamed out, looking around frantically with another panicked sob. What the hell was going on?
Where: The beach, just near the resort
Time of Day: Late evening
Open or Closed: Closed
Mercedes heart was pounding harder and more fast in her chest than it ever had. She felt like she was going to have a heart attack, but it was just adrenaline and shock. Total and utter shock. Unlike anything she had ever felt before. There was a ringing in her ears too. She just stood there watching the younger ER doctor adorned in light blue scrubs as he continued to speak, but it was like nothing was commuting anymore. She clung to Puck's side, her fingers sunk into his arm in a vice-like grip as her legs began to feel like jelly. Puck had paled beyond belief. He didn't even look just sick, he looked like he was going to pass out. In fact, it was right that minute as Mercedes dark eyes flicked to Puck's face to check if he was okay, that Puck did just that. He slumped hard in against her and her arms closed around him, catching him before he fell. The doctor reached out to help, but as Mercedes stumbled under the added weight to her legs, she didn't fall to the cold, hard linoleum ground of the Lima Emergency Room, her knees fell to warm sand and the sound and scent of the ocean lapping engulf her senses, capturing the nauseating sterile hospital smell and evaporating it.
A reflexive stunned gasp fell from her lips. It was night time, but the hospital was gone. Puck was gone, the doctor was gone. On god, the shock of what had just happened hit her like a tonne of bricks and horrified sob escaped her and echoed through the sea air. "PUCK!" she screamed out, looking around frantically with another panicked sob. What the hell was going on?