Hello, dear readers.
How would you like to see our friends play a game?
-Ace
9:30, New York, The Green Hotel
"You look stunning, Rachel, calm down." Mercedes reassured with a smile, staring at the soft green dress draped over her boss' figure.
Rachel Berry huffed, and stared at her self in the mirror. In her opinion she looked anything but stunning. There were dark marks under her eyes from lack of sleep, her lipstick was too bright and clashed with her dress and her nail varnish was chipped.
Mercedes sighed, "Everyone's waiting for you," she said gently. Rachel's eyes moved over to her assistant. "Five minutes," she snapped.
"You don't have five minutes." Mercedes replied. "Last chance, remember?"
Rachel scowled. Of course she remembered. One more slip up, and she's be fired. No more second chances.
"Fine," Rachel grumbled, gathering up her bag "Fine."
Mercedes smiled, and snapped her phone shut. "If we take the back elevator no one will see you coming."
Rachel almost snorted in disbelief, but instead smiled polietly and placed her back under her arm, before taking small steps out of the room, only now remembering why she loathed high heels so much.
Thankfully she made it to the elevator without tripping over or killing herself, or both.
As the doors slid shut, followed by a soft ping, Mercedes' phone bleeped. She flipped her phone open, and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know how you work with these people." she muttered gently. Rachel smiled softly.
There was a soft tapping noise as the assistant tapped out a quick reply, before she snapped her phone shut again.
There were a few seconds of soft silence as the elevator made it's way down the floors slowly.
There's a place for us, a time and a place for us. Peace and quiet and open air, Wait for us, somewhere.
Rachel frowned as her phone rang. "Better not be Ryan," Rachel grumbled as she opened her bag hastily.
Huffing, she pulled out her bright pink phone and slid it open.
1 new message.
Unknown contact
Rachel frowned a little. It was probably a rabid fan that'd somehow found her number.
She clicked open, and quickly scanned the text, before almost dropping her phone in shock.
Of course. Who else would have her number?
As Mercedes stared at the elevator doors, completely unaware of the text on Rachel's phone, Rachel smiled.
Perhaps she'd be getting fired after all.
Queen,
Would you like to play a game?
-Ace
10:00, Texas, Sugar Club
It was hot in the club, but whether it was from the dancing or because the air conditioning was broken, no one knew.
Most of the men, and a few of the women, were more interested in the Latina up on the stage than their partners.
The Latina in question was dressed simply in a small black dress. She was singing as a treat, because, lets face it, she had just stolen thousands of dollars from the club manager. The poor darlings wouldn't dance here again.
"We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place.."
Oh, she knew it was dangerous, not leaving straight away, but she lived for danger. And she liked the rush.
She smiled as the song began to end. She glanced at her ring watch quickly.
Ten PM. Perfect.
The song ended, and suddenly the lights flickered, before the whole club was plunged into darkness.
Santana grinned and jumped off the stage lightly. Someone grabbed her hand, and quickly pulled her out of the crowd of panicking clubbers.
There was a shout, probably from a security guard, and Santana and her partner broke into a run.
"What the hell, San!"
Santana rolled her eyes, and stopped to quickly tear off her heels. She threw them behind her in the hope they'd hit someone. There was a dull thud, and a growl.
Santana smirked, and continued running.
"I just wanted to have some fun, Blaine," Santana replied, kicking the back door to the club open. "Lighten up."
Blaine scowled and pulled Santana into the alleyway...
And almost ran into a black limosine.
"Shit." Santana growled.
One of the doors opened, and someone spoke. "Get in,"
Santana blinked and glanced at Blaine. "Is that...?" Blaine trailed off as he heard the security guards getting closer.
"Get. In."
Santana shrugged, and hastily tugged Blaine towards the car. She slipped in, and pulled Blaine with her.
The security guards appeared in the doorway ust as the car pulled away. Santana waved out of the open window. "Bye bye boys." she blew a kiss, and withdrew her hand as the window rolled up.
With a sigh, she pulled her blonde wig off, and shook her curls free. Blaine frowned as her wig landed on his face. He pushed it aside, and passed her a small black backpack.
Santana smiled, before glancing up.
"Of course it's you,"
The person sat opposite Santana and Blaine laughed. Santana grinned and leant forward to hug her friend.
"God I missed you, Artie." Artie smiled, and patted Santana's back. "Ditto," he whispered. Santana sat back, and Blaine shook Artie's hand.
Opening her bag, Santana pulled out a plain black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans.
"Look away," she said. Artie nodded, and stared out of the blackned windows as the car moved along slowly. Blaine shrugged, and grabed his phone. "How are you, Seven, Nine?" Artie asked.
Santana smiled, and tugged her t-shirt down and crossed her legs. "Fine," she replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"I'm OK," Blaine said with a small smile. Artie grinned.
"Good. So, how would you feel about playing a game?"
10:30, Lima, The Puckerman House
Lima sucks.
That's the thought that was running through Noah Puckerman's head as he lay on his bed, one arm slung over his eyes.
The curtians were shut blocking out any light, and he hadn't shaved in two months since he lost his job.
There was a bottle of... something, some sort of alcohol, on his bedside table, and empty cartons of chinese and pizza scattered around the floor.
Life is full of shit.
Puck groaned, and shifted slightly in his bed. His phone had been ringing all fucking day, and he had a headache from all the bleeping.
There was an eerie silence, that was suddenly broken by his phone softly buzzing, before playing a soft tune.
Oh, Sweet Caroline, good times never felt so great.
Puck sat up a little, his phone only rang like that when...
A small bit of hope tugged at his heart as he fumbled for his phone. He hastily slid it open, and almost screamed in joy when he read the text. He settled for whooping instead.
King,
How would you like to play another game?
-Ace
10:30, Tennessee, In The Air
"I hate flying," a young woman groaned.
Sebstian Smythe frowned and stared at her. "Then why are you flying?" he asked in a you-are-so-stupid voice.
The girl shrugged. "I'm Sugar Motta," she smiled, "I'm going to be famous. Remember my name." she winked.
Sebastian stared, and shifted down a little in his seat. He was on a plane for three hours sat next to a mental girl named Sugar who was sure to beat the world record of crazy woman with the most cats.
Sebastian paled a little as the plane set off.
"Hey, are you OK? You meerkat face looks white-" she stopped herself, "Sorry! Aspergers!" she grinned sheepishly.
Sebastian stared and smiled quickly, before turning away.
Three hours was such a long time.
An hour later, Sebastian learnt Sugar never shut up.
He was contemplating murder when his phone rang quietly.
You've been hit by, you've struck by, a Smooth Criminal
Sebastian jumped, and picked his phone up, wondering how the fuck someone was calling him.
He unlocked his iPhone and stared at the text for a minute, before smiling, and tucking his phone away.
Interesting.
Eleven,
How would you like to play a game?
-Ace
11:00, United Kingdom, London
It was raining. As always.
Sometimes Kurt really regretted his decision to move to England.
Teeth chattering, Kurt pulled his coat tighter around his body. His scarf had blown away in the strong winds and he was freezing.
He managed to stumble to his apartment without his hands dropping off. He smiled, and slammed the door shut. It was warm inside. Thank god.
Still a bit cold, Kurt kept his coat on, and made his way to the kitchen. Hot chocolate sounded like heaven right now.
There was a chirp as Kurt passed the sitting room. "Hey, Pav," Kurt smiled at the bird, who chirped, and bowed its head in a greeting.
Finally peeling off his coat, Kurt opened the fridge and pulled out the milk. Running a hand through his wet hair, he blinked rapidly, and placed the milk on the side.
He was just about to pull out the coca powder, when his phone rang.
I think I'll try defying gravity. Kiss me goodbye I'm defying gravity.
Kurt sighed, and reached for his phone. He leant against the counter as he flipped his phone open and read the text.
He stared at it for what seemed like hours, before he dropped the phone. It landed with a loud clatter.
Kurt grinned and grabbed his coat. He didn't even care it was cold outside.
Finally. Something to do.
Four,
Would you like to play a game?
-Ace
So? Did you like it?
It's Puckleberry :P Uh, Klaine xD
And, please don't kill me, Sebtana. But please remember, this is AU. Brittany isn't in this, her and Santana never met.
Uh, the Santana/Sebastian thing will be explained in later chapters. :) Please keep an open mind.
I'd suggest you listen to this as you read, take out the spaces xD http: /www. youtube. com/watch? v=vliRrj8XQ6U
Puckleberry FTW! :D
Klisses and Kluddles Xx