Title: The Cheerleader, the Bully, and the Bass Player (or the Series of Defining Summers)
Summary: Three months. The equivalent of one summer. Summer vacation. Away from Lima, Ohio. That's all it took. Summers spent for three unlikely personalities to share a friendship that goes beyond the social stereotypes high school has given them; the Queen Bee, the closeted Jock, and the quiet Music Prodigy. AU (yet somewhat canon when it comes to certain interwoven story lines).
A/N: There's probably a million and one reasons why I shouldn't be doing this (one of them being that I'm notorious for WIPs, sincere apology to the WOWP fandom especially). And okay, let's be honest here; Karofsky and Fabrey? The school's resident closeted bully and the former Head Cheerio? Crack-friendship if there ever was... But I kind of got inspired to write this for the following reasons; 1) they're my two favorite characters of this entire series, 2) I'm oddly drawn to the nameless bass player that's as much a constant in this show as inconsistencies, and 3) this plot bunny will NOT go away until it gets fulfilled.
So long story short: This is a series of stories/dialogue/events between the three characters. Some are trivial. Some are defining. Some are fluff. Some are heavy. And all are sporadic and spread throughout their lives.
Disclaimer: No one belongs to me. Except maybe a couple of OCs... But other than that, not even the nameless bass player cutie, played by Scott Hensen, belongs to me.
Sisterhood of the Pregnant Pilates
Once upon a time, three different women entered the Pilates studio in Lima, Ohio as strangers. In a span of about three to four months, the three Pilate members realized they had four things in common:
1. They were the only pregnant members in the club. One blonde, slightly WASP-ish woman declared that despite her thin frame, she was six months in. The second woman, with nimble fingers, raven hair and a timid smile, said she was into her fourth month. The third brown haired, hazel eyed, woman boasted that she was coming on nine months and Oh boy she had a feeling this one was going to be a future line-backer.
2. Religion. The blonde always wore, and often played with when she was nervous, a small, golden cross around her neck. Around the second woman's delicate hands, she had a silver band with the inscription "Faith, Love, and Music" (a personal mantra she took to heart). And the brown haired woman kept complaining how Kosher be damned, if she had to hear her mother-in-law bitch that she couldn't fulfill her shrimp, bacon, and avocado pizza cravings oh so God help her!
3. Irrational Fear for their Unborn. The brown haired woman worried that her baby will inherit her husband's quiet, and at times horrible, temper. The raven haired woman feared her child will be born deaf and mute. The blonde haired woman was terrified that this child will look upon her with disappointment, for she can already see it in the eyes of her first born.
And 4. Hawaii. All three supposed that they can blame their sudden urge to visit the tropical State on the sole fact that their Pilates instructor was simply tall, dark, and Hawaiian Gorgeous. Plus, each woman figured that once their pregnancy was over, they could definitely use a vacation!
Four things, more or less, in common. It was enough for the trio to form a friendship that extended outside of the Pilates studio. Whether it be for a quick coffee break, or a brief afternoon shopping for post-maternity wear; the three women found themselves, for a few months, quite inseparable.
Once upon a time, three different women entered the Pilates studio in Lima, Ohio as strangers. In the span of one summer, they exited said studio as friends.
One summer. That's all it took for three lives to form one unforgettable bond.
Well… Two. They were pregnant after all.
