1- I'm a Star (Finn/Rachel)

Here I am. Senior year. Nationals. Us, or Vocal Adrenaline. Someone had to win. I would be fine. I'm a star, I'm a firework, I'm Rachel Berry. How could I lose now? Although... I have messed up before. I sent Sunshine to that crack house. Plus I let Jesse get too close, twice. I quit Glee Club when Tina got that solo. And I stalked Mr. Schuester. And I ruined Quinn's Junior Prom. And I cheated on Finn with Puck. And I-

Wait. Someone's grabbing my hand. It's... It's Finn? I guess he's trying to comfort me. He's looking at me with that same spaced out look he always has...

...Well, at least I got one thing right.

2- Circles (Puck/Lauren)

"I know how this will end." Lauren didn't seem even the slightest bit afraid to let Puck know. Puck sat with his arm over Lauren, in a rocking pod of a gentle ferris wheel. The lights of the city below glimmered dimly through the glass.

"Whadya mean?" Puck responded, slurring his words in a distant trance.

"Do you think I don't know how this will go? I hear them, I hear what people say about me, and about us."

Puck rolled his eyes at the thought. "Where is this coming from? Why the hell should we give a crap about what they say?"

"Don't. I can't let this get the best of me. You're going to run off to Miss Pretty Blond Quinn. She'll win prom Queen, you'll win Prom King, and you two will get married and reunite with your baby and live happily ever after. Freakin' fairy tale ending. The jock gets the cheerleader, the cheerleader gets the jock, and I get left behind." With a rattle, the carrage came to halt at the bottom, completing their ride back at where it started. "See you, Puckerman," was all Lauren offered as she left, leaving Puck in his questioning state.

To Be Continued... Aren't I a tease?

3- Spotlight Dance (Puck/Quinn)

Quinn was driving home after her all too disasterous Junior Prom. The radio was buzzing lightly, and the orange ambiance set from the streetlights faded in and out as she passed under them. She soon noticed a car flashing it's headlights behind hers, honking too, with music blasting so loud Quinn could barely hear her own. She eventually got the idea and pulled over. She got out of her car carefully, to avoid dirtying her gown, as Puck simultaneously got out of the car behind her.

"What do you want, Puckerman?" Quinn asked bitterly, clearly she had hoped she had left him behind long ago.

Puck had a triumphant smile etched on his face as he approached her. "I need to give you something." Puck reached out and handed her a black plastic tiara with fiery red plastic jewels to decorate it.

"Ugh, Puck, what is that?"

"It's your Anti-Prom Queen crown. Every year these kids hold anti-prom, and guess who won anti-queen for slapping Rachel in the bathroom."

Quinn reluctantly reached out and grabbed the tiara, cute, but not really what she wanted.

"Aaannnddd-" Puck stretched out his sylable as he pulled out a black plastic crown and doned it upon himself, "guess who won anti-king."

"And how did you manage that?"

"Well, everyone seems to think I was framing Artie for spiking the punch bowl. I mean, I wasn't, and he only had lemonade but, eh, I try not to get caught up with details."

"This is all... incredibly... yeah, but it's not the magic I wanted. I think I'm just going to go home."

"Wait, we got the music," Puck gestured his head towards his car, blasting some song neither had ever heard before, "we got the spotlight," Puck pointed up to the flickering, orange streetlight, "and we have the Prom King and Queen," Puck grabbed the tiara and set it on Quinn's head for her, "why not just have a spotlight dance. Tradition, right?"

Quinn smiled and grabbed Puck's hands, as the two started to slowdance underneath the buzzing lights. Not the magic she wanted, not the attention she wanted, not quite the music she wanted. Still, she couldn't help but feel like, well, there was no way Senior Prom could beat this one.

4- The Asian Couple (Mike/Tina)

The Asian couple, Tina thought, as she stormed down the hallway. Is that all we are? Just some background characters in our own life? Why don't we get any attention? Why can't we have some drama now and then? How could so much happen at prom and we still managed to do nothing? That's it. I can't stand it. I need to break up with Mike. No more just being those two asain kids. No more asain stereotypes. No more dating someone with the same last name as me. No more having to hang out with Mike's family. No more eating chicken feet salad. No more Asain couples therapy... No more of Mike's dancing... No more Mike's abs. No more hearing Mike tell me that I shouldn't change myself... because I'm beautiful the way I am. No more Mike willing to sing Justin Beiber music for me. No more Mike singing duets with me just because I want to. No more Mike dancing down the aisles with me. No more Mike...

Tina finally found her way to Mike at the end of the hallway. "Mike!" She shouted.

He turned over with a blissful, "Yeah?"

Her face hovered a few inches away from his, trying to control her unsteady breathing. "I love you," she finished, as the two ultimately returned to one of many cherished past times, making out. I love being the asain couple.

5- Dust Bunnies (Will/Emma)

Just another late night in the cramped apartment Schuester calls home. The only light was the buzz from the television hovering lightly over the objects immediately before it. Will had his arm over Emma on the couch, difficult considering Emma's constant fidgeting. Too much was too much, Will eventually had to say something. "Emma," his voice whispered, softly and calmly, "are you okay?"

Emma's voice barely trembeled out of her tiny body. "Will, when was the last time you cleaned this place?"

Will teamed his shrug with "Two, maybe three... years."

"Years?" Emma shrieked, throwing her hands up.

Doing his best to bring her down, Will jumped back in, "I'm kidding, Emma. Cleaning has been a little sparce since Terri left, but it's fine. We're going to work on this, remember?"

Emma's arms slowly began to descend. Appearently Will's firefighting had done some good. "I suppose... But, it almost looks like there's a layer of dust over everything."

Will pulled her in close, rubbing her shoulder lightly as a weak attempt at comfort. "Come on, just make it through the movie, you can do it. Ignore it."

"I'm not so sure."

With a smile, Will plopped his head onto Emma's. "Come on, imagine it as something less... disturbing, then. Like, dust bunnies."

"Dust bunnies are still dust, Will."

"Yeah, but it's bunnies, so it's cute, right?"

"No..."

Will couldn't help but feel disappointed, and it showed. Emma felt a force telling her to make it better.

"But... it is a little..." she swallowed away the idea of what she was about to say, "...cute. And besides, I don't need to worry too much, especially with a Will blanket wrapped around me." She finally calmed down, her fidgeting fell to a solemn rest, as she grabbed her blanket's other arm and wrapped it around her. Suddenly, movie night was looking pretty good.

6- Bambi (Kurt/Blaine)

Skipping his way down the sidewalk, Kurt felt himself magnitized to his boyfriend. "Hello, Blaine. How should we start the day? Coffee perhaps?"

Blaine shot over his usual warming grin, "Whatever you want, Bambi."

"Bambi?"

"Yeah. Bambi."

Pulling his hand over his face, Kurt tried to wipe off his own expression, as to not let Blaine know his cynacism. "Blaine, as afraid as I am to ask, why did you just call me Bambi?"

"Well, Mercedes told me about that time you got drunk and vomited on Ms. Pillsberry's shoes, so I thought I should give you a cute nickname to go with it... But, uh, hearing it out loud does make it seem a little less cute..."

Kurt forced a smile accompanied with a sarcastic "Just a little." Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder confrotingly as he continued. "I'm not so sure what people told you, but I called Emma Bambi, so giving me that nickname makes no sense."

"But we need some nicknames, something to show the world our affection."

"Please stop-"

"How about Hummy-kins?"

"Oh god. Please, can we just go to the coffee shop first? I could use a pumpkin spice coffee after all of this crazy."

"Pumpkin spice? Pumpkin Spice!"

Although he tried to feign level-headedness, Kurt couldn't help but find himself pulled in by Blaine's whimsical determination. "Come on, we'll think of one at the shop, Triangle-Brows."

Blaine paused a beat. "...Triangle Brows?"

7- Sweet Lady Kisses (Santana/Brittany)

Brittany and Santana found themselves lounging in Brittany's room on another lazy summer weekend. Santana was ultimately too distracted by Lord Tubbington to focus, while Brittany was brainstorming ideas for the next Fondue for a Two, a futile effort.

Santana dangled a loose thread she broke off of Brittany's blanket over her cat. The Lord seemed intrigued by it, but didn't quite want to make the effort to reach for it. Santana eventually felt the need to break the silence. "Dude, your cat's a fatass."

Brittany spun her chair around to face Santana, although she did let herself take a full rotation before stopping, just to enjoy the ride. "I'm sure he's just to hungry to do anything. Hmm, maybe there's an episode idea there..."

Santana responded simply by raising your eyebrow. "Something tells me people can already tell he's hungry." A weak mew escaped from the cat nearly immediately after Santana's comment.

"Aw, you made him upset... Or he's just hungry... or maybe he wants us to leave."

"Your cat doesn't want us to leave, Brits."

"Do you, Tubbington? Do you want us to leave?" Brittany tossed herself down to take the spot next to Santana in front of her massive cat. His head bobbed slightly up and down.

"Is he nodding?"

"It's been decided. Let's leave Santana."

"We're listening to your cat?"

"Yeah, because you have to treat animals right... Plus he can crush me while I'm sleeping if I don't."

"Where are we supposed to go?"

Brittany leaned her head out of the window, letting the wind blow her hair into a silky ocean wave. "Well, I still have my treehouse from when I was little. We could go in there. Maybe a few sweet lady kisses?"

Santana was obviously pleased by the answer. "Alright then, le-"

Brittany dived in front of her cat once more. "Should Santana and I get our mack on while we're gone?"

Lord Tubbington sat with barely open eyes. He hesitated, but eventually shook his head left and right. Brittany pouted and grabbed Santana's hand, leading her out and reassuring her with "Forget it, he's just cat."

8- Wingman (Artie/Brittany)

Artie rolled down the hallway with Brittany pushing his chair behind him, though his movement seemed a bit inconsistant due to Brittany adding a skip here and there. Artie took a moment to evaluate the looks of everyone around him as the passed by. "You know, it feels pretty good to have a girlfriend. Especially one who's the sweetest cheerleader ever."

Brittany responded, after adding another skip, "And I'm a pretty good wingman, too."

Artie raised an eyebrow at her... odd choice of words. "Wingman? Brittany, do you know what a wingman is?"

"Yeah, you know, like how a legman gets people around. A wingman keeps you up. And you really need one, because of the wheelchair thing."

"A wingman keeps someone up?"

"Yeah, totally, like, if your wheelchair is rolling off a cliff and you can't stop, then as a wingman can pick you up before you fall... Metaphorically... I can't fly... yet."

Artie knew he should have corrected her, but he didn't want to, nor could he even bring himself to. He simply smiled and enjoyed the ride, tagged with him saying "You know, it feels pretty good to have a wingman."

9- Champagne (Artie/Tina)

Tina was doned in her champagne bubble dress, setting her make up in the mirror. Beside her sat Artie, almost unrecognizable behind his KISS make up.

Artie turned over. "Hey, uh, does this look right?"

Tina turned with a shrug, clearly a veteran of cosmetics, but not so much of Kiss. "I don't know. Which one are you supposed to be? It just looks weird to me."

Artie rolled his eyes playfully, "Too bad we can't all wear bubble dresses."

"Oh come on, Artie," Tina jumped, "Lady Gaga is an icon. She individualistic, powerful, creative-"

"Crazy," finished Artie.

Tina turned back to the mirror with a smile. "Exactly."

Artie couldn't help but feel just a little turned off, he felt a pulse rushing through him telling him to leave. "Could you just check my make up so I can leave?"

With a turn and a smile, Tina brought her face down to Artie's, examining him closely. "You have it a little heavy in a spot."

He tried to check the mirror with his peripheral vision, barely making out the shape of his own face. "Where?''

The cloud of champagne bubbles grabbed his head, and pulled in for a kiss on his lips. She pulled away, with the residue of black sitting on her lips.

Artie responded with a chuckle, "Uh, you got some of my make up on your lips."

"Huh? Oh, well, that's okay. I was out of lipstick anyway."

10- Lark and Nightengale (Sam/Mercedes)

Mercedes and Sam looked back over at the two lovebirds after their close encounter in the coffee shop. Mercedes lead the conversation with "That was way too close."

Sam grabbed a hot chocolate cup as Mercedes payed, still looking back. "Do you think we should do this at night or something? Like... like Nightengale's signify the night, so when we hear one of those we'll start hanging out, then when a lark calls, we'll seperate. Go all Shakespearian on this relationship."

Mercedes paused and stared at Sam, still trying to count the number of nerdy things he had just said. "I think we can hang out in daylight, Sam."

"But it'd be pretty cool sneaking around at night, and it'd be especially easy for you because of the color-"

"Don't say it."

"Sorry."

"Sam, we don't need to make this into some grand romance novel. We got the girl, the one with the attitude longing for a man. We got the guy, the sweet, sweet guy, who finally got the relationship he deserved. What else do we need?"

Sam found himself locked in contemplation, taking her rhetorical question all too seriously. "Well... the kiss?'

Mercedes chuckled, leaving the smile on her face. "Give it time. We're not quite at that chapter yet."

Sam jumped in front of Mercedes to hold the door open as they left. "Soon?"

Mercedes chuckled once more, he was simply too easy. "Well... I am a fast reader."

11- Day Two (Will/Holly)

Holly layed there after her first night with Will. Wisps of light seeping in from the window. Will rested calmly next to her in his own bed. She wanted to smile, she wanted to feel calm, she wanted to just lay there and sleep next to him... but her head was buzzing, chaotic with restless thoughts.

"Holly, what are you doing to yourself?" she wispered, "You're walking a dangerous line..." Her eyes continued to wander back to Schuester, ungracefully sleeping with his mouth wide open, stretched out in oblivious bliss. "Just look at him, he's so sweet. He would never do anything to make me regret this... never... Wait! What am I saying? I'm Holly Holliday. I- I- I don't do... this. I don't do the relationship thing. It's j- just one night stands, and that's how I like it. I- I need to get out of here. I can't stay a second day... But... no! I can't let my gaurd down and-" Holly's ranting was soon cut off by a loud buzzing, she flinched as Will slowly rose from dormant position.

He reached over and hit the button atop his alarm. Will lightly touched his hand down on Holly's leg through the blanket and patted it twice. "Hey, there. What do you say I go get breakfast started?" Will's voice was still raspy. Holly barely confirmed as she slowly nodded her head ever so slightly. She watched him as he sprung up and out to the kitchen. It took Holly a moment of vacant staring before she finally broke free of herself long enough to see what time the alarm clock had on it. A smile began to creep over her face as she sluggishly moved one hand over her heart...

"I made it..."

12- Finn or Quinn (Finn/Quinn)

The sun seeped in through a crack in the window, barely illuminating Finn and Quinn in their love nest, made from Quinn's bed. Finn rested with his hands behind his head, whilst Quinn's were resting on his chest.

Finn started with a contemplative look before breaking into dialouge. "You know, I've been thinking..."

Oh God, Quinn thought.

Finn continued. "What are we called?"

Quinn perked her head up, lifting herself off of his chest. "Teenagers?"

"No," Finn debated. "Like, us. Me and you. I-"

"Excuse me, Finn," Quinn interjected, "But it should be 'you and me,' not 'me and you.'"

" ...So anyway, What's our couple name thing? Like, Rachel and I are Finchel, Lauren and Puck are Pizes, Tina and Mike are Chang squared. What are we? I keep trying to combine our names... but all I get is Finn and Quinn."

"It's Fuinn, dear."

"What? But, there's not a U in my name."

"Finn, there' a U in my name."

"Yeah but... wait..."

Quinn sighed, she needed a way to bring this to an end. "How about we just go by Fabson?"

Finn paused and trampled the thought, over and over. "Wait, Fab Son? Like... Kurt?"

"No, Finn, it's not two words. Fabson. Say it fast."

"Fab Son? No, Fabson. Fabson, got it. It's Fabson. Fabson makes sense. We are Fabson."

Quinn took a beat and sighed once more. She eventually let herself go and returned to her spot perched atop Finn's chest. "It's a good thing you're cute."