Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a 2nd cycle, and then a 3rd, 4th, etc through 56th cycle. Now cycle 57!

This is a shift day. There are two updates today.

"Rock the Night Away"
Valentine's Day story - Multiship
(there will be several ships featured in this story, some I ship, others were included so not to be excluded)
(for an example, see my VD story from 2 years ago, "Love and the Gentle Heart...")

1. Take It To The Music

Lima, Ohio – Two weeks ago

Kitty had walked into the choir room that day, bringing the chatter of the rest of Glee Club to a grinding halt with a whistle. A handful of them were startled and plugged their ears until she'd stopped.

"Okay, listen up," she addressed the group. "I have something to share, because I'm nice."

"What did she just say?" Unique frowned. Kitty ignored the comment.

"My dad knows this guy, who knows this other guy. Basically I was able to score tickets to a concert."

"How many tickets?" Tina sat up.

"Do you think I'd be airing this out in public if I didn't have enough for all of us?"

"Yes," several answered at once.

"Keep this up and you're not getting one," she pulled the stack from her pocket, calling up their voices all over again, which made her threaten to whistle again.

"What the hell did you do to score that many?" Puck asked.

"Do I even want to know what you're doing hanging around here today?" Kitty turned to him.

"Whatever. Do I get one, too?" She frowned, but she handed him one. "Sweet," he looked at it, reading what it said. "Actually worth it."

"The concert's in two weeks, on Friday night, and we might have to skip out on a couple classes to make the drive. Who's in?"

X

New York City – Four days later

The minute Kurt had come through the door, he'd been approached by Rachel, wearing a smile as big as he'd ever seen.

"Please tell me Brody's not here right now, or was it something else that put that big a smile on you?" he asked. She blinked, but then she shook her head.

"When you find out what he just brought over, you'll be smiling, too."

"Didn't actually answer my question with that," he still looked hesitant, so she presented him with the ticket. "But then again, I'd be open to try anything…" he took it up. "He's taking you?"

"He is," she nodded.

"Fine, just don't take it the wrong way if I'm wildly jealous, and can you please bring me back a shirt or something?" he handed it back to her, but she smirked and pushed it back toward him.

"Get your own shirt, that ticket is yours."

"What?" his eyes popped and she laughed.

"He'd gotten an extra ticket for a friend, but said friend sort of botched on an exam so he has to stay here and study. So when Brody asked if I might know someone who'd like to have the ticket…"

"Poor guy, that is a shame, a right shame," he said the words though he lacked any sort of pity, instead sporting his own wide smile. "I'm not going to be in the way, am I? Not looking forward to being a third wheel to you guys."

"It's not like that, I promise. I kind of think it's perfect, just us three on a Friday night, me and my guys."

"Please don't call us that," he shook his head and she mimed him before smiling.

"This is going to be great, it will," she wrapped her arms around his.

X

New Haven, Connecticut – a week later

The message was waiting for her when she got out of class. After the way they'd left things before, she wasn't sure how she'd respond to getting a call from her. But then it was Santana; in the end she would be happy to hear from her. So she called her back.

"How much do you love me?"

"Is that a trick question?" she smirked.

"What are you doing Friday night? And don't tell me Professor What's-His-Face."

"Okay, nice talking to you, San…"

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. Seriously, what are you up to?" Quinn sighed, heading toward the coffee cart.

"I don't know, studying, probably."

"You're in college, Fabray, what is the matter with you?"

"I'm guessing you have something else to offer?" she smirked.

"As a matter of fact, I do. Check your phone, I just sent you a picture." Quinn pulled back and did as told, resisting the urge to joke as to whether the picture was safe to look at in public. But then she saw all there was in the image was a concert ticket.

"Is that for me?"

"It is. If you take it though, you have to pay me back, or else I'm selling it to someone else."

"Who else is going, or is it just you and me?"

"I sprang for four tickets, so I decided why not extend the favor to some friends of mine I don't get to see as much."

"And which friends are those?"

"Mercedes, and Mike," Santana revealed, and Quinn had to admit the thought of seeing them did make her smile. "So how about it, am I hanging on to this ticket for you or am I passing it forward?" Quinn needed only a few seconds to consider it.

"Hang on to it for me."

TO BE CONTINUED (TOMORROW)