Author's Note:
Okay so I don't know if I'm going to keep going with this or not yet! That sort of depends on the response I get from you guys. Plus, if anybody could give me Jeff's last name, that'd be awesome because I have no idea what it is. So for now he's Jeff Warbler. Does Jeff even have a last name? I kind of don't think he does.
I do not own Glee or any of the characters. If there's ever an O.C., I'll put it in the author's notes. The only thing I own is the storyline, and I'm sure multiple people have used this storyline already sooo…
From the point of view of the average person driving through, Lima Ohio looked extraordinarily ordinary. It simply looked like an ordinary town, filled with ordinary houses, inhabited by ordinary people, who lived ordinary lives. But everything was not always as it seemed upon first glance. Our story starts here, in the house of the not-quite-ordinary Berry family, up two floors, down a hallway, and through the first door on the right. Through this door is a large bedroom where at the moment, two girls sat in pajamas, awaiting the arrival of the second (and last) guest.
The younger of the two was talking. "Honestly Rachel, are you ever going to pull yourself away from that computer?" She asked. "What are you even doing?"
"I'm just looking at pictures." Rachel shrugged, not taking her eyes off the screen.
The other girl sighed. "Let me guess, The Experience?"
Rachel blushed. She'd never been the type of girl to become obsessed with a boy band. In public, she still liked to act like she wasn't. She liked to pretend that she was above fangirling over such a mainstream band. She just didn't know what people would think. Everyone was used to her obsessing over a musical or something of the like, but a boy band? Never. And she never would, if it wasn't for The Experience.
The Experience consisted of four teenage boys. Sebastian Smythe, Jeff Warbler, Sam Evans, and Finn Hudson.
Finn Hudson. Rachel was particularly obsessed with him.
"Me and Finn are going to have an extravagant wedding one day, Tina. Just you wait."
"Yeah, so are me and Andrew Garfeild." Tina said sarcastically.
"Is that so? You two would make a wonderful couple." Rachel murmured, eyes glued to her screen.
Tina chuckled and shook her head. "Rachel Berry, you are insane."
"Are you only just realizing this?" The final member of their party asked with raised eyebrows and he strode through the door. "Because if you're just now seeing that Rachel's off her rocker, I think we might have to worry about you too."
"Oh, hush up Kurt. I just really think that if he got to know me, he would really like me, you know?" Rachel said.
"He who?"
Tina thought for a moment. "Who is it you're after, Rachel? Sam?"
"No, silly." Rachel smiled as she closed her laptop and joined Tina on the bed. "I like Finn."
"The problem with meeting famous people is that if you meet them at a signing or something there are a thousand other screaming girls and you're only allowed a couple minutes." Kurt said. "It's hard to really get to know someone in a couple minutes."
Tina piped in saying that Rachel wouldn't be caught dead at a signing.
Rachel laughed. "Can we stop talking about this? We've got a movie to watch! Now Kurt, shed some of those layers and get comfy. I will not be cuddling with someone with designer clothes on."
Kurt laughed lightly and changed into one of Blaine's old sweatshirts and a pair of pajama pants before hopping into the bed next to Rachel. They huddled down under the blankets and talked quietly between themselves as Grease started playing on the T.V. in front of them.
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"Mom you can't be serious. This is my summer off! What did Santana say about it?"
"Maybe you should've thought about that before you started picking fights with paparazzi."
"And Santana?"
"It was Santana who thought of it in the first place. She's looking for a place for us to stay as we speak."
"Mrs. Hudson, I don't mean to be rude, but all of us have wanted to knock some paparazzi's lights out before."
"Yes, but Jeff, honey, none of the rest of you ever have. Santana and Jesse both think it'd be best for Finn to stay out of the press for a while."
"Can't I stay out of the press in California?"
"You leave in a week. Go on and pack."
Finn walked quickly to his room and sat down hard on his bed, running his hands through his hair.
"You alright, man?" Sam peeked into the room.
"This is so unfair!" Finn nearly shouted. "I get pissed off at thepaparazzi one time, and all of a sudden I'm being shipped off to who knows where without Quinn or you guys or even Santana! I mean, shouldn't Santana at least be coming with me? Shouldn't I at least have my body guard?"
"You'd rather have your body guard than your girlfriend? But I guess San has to stay where the majority of us are or something. And don't worry dude, we're going to be visiting you all the time!"
Finn looked up at his friend, but would only meet his eyes for a moment. "But how? I mean, mom and San are making it sound so secretive. Will they even let you visit? It might, I don't know, attract attention or something." He said.
"I know, right? We're going to have to be like spies!" Jeff said excitedly, walking into the room and giving Finn a good natured punch on the shoulder. Sebastian followed him in.
"Seb, how do you keep from punching out paparazzi? You have just as much of a temper as I do."
"I've said it before and I'll say it again. Sarcasm works wonders. I mean, they make me out as a total dick whenever I'm in the press, but they've been leaving me alone."
Finn wasn't sure if he wanted that. Sebastian was really understating the way he was seen in the press. They made him out to be a womanizing man-whore with a side job of being a douche. And the womanizing part didn't even make sense. They all knew he was gay. And actually, the man-whore and douche parts weren't true either. They used to be, but Sebastian had changed a lot. He'd become a lot nicer. Plus, he hadn't had a one night stand in months.
Finn said, "I don't want everyone to hate me though. No offense."
"Then you just gotta' keep your temper in check man!" Jeff said with a large flail of his arms.
Easy for him to say, he wasn't bothered by anyone, or anything. He was basically the puppy of the group.
"You'll just have to text us to tell us where you end up. Jesse still won't let San or you mom tell us anything."
Finn nodded. "I wonder where they're sending me." He said.
"Depends on if he's feeling like Jesse St. Dick or not." Jeff said, earning him a laugh from all the boys.
"If he is, though, I can assure you you're being sent to a dance academy. No offense." Sebastian laughed with a smile and a wink.
"I hate all of you." Finn said, leading Jeff to jump on top of him and trap him in a hug, with all four of his limbs wrapped around him tight enough to bruise. How could Finn hate that?
Author's Note:
So in my headcanon Jeffy is bubbly and happy and a puppy and Seb turned out to not be a dick! Woo!
And, as I'm sure 90% of the people reading this are the people that are subscribed to me (or whatever this website calls it), and probably 98% of those people subscribed to me for While We Fight This War, the next chapter will be getting up soon! I'd like to say I've been super busy or whatever and that's why it's not up yet, but I can't. I just haven't really been wanting to write that much lately. But I am going to go try to finish the chapter right now, so hopefully it'll be up within the next week!
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-Jackie