Zarra
I learned to love plane rides, to be honest I love that drop feeling in the pit of my stomach. But then again I started to hate them, like right now. When I was little and we had to fly somewhere we couldn't drive, my mother would play this game called 'my little pony.' Right when we were taking off she would disregard all the rules and unbuckle our seat belts and slide me unto her lap, once the plane started tilting upwards she would jiggle her legs singing "my little pony go to town my little pony…" and she would pause and in that tiny segment of time I would feel the drop and she would straighten out her legs "Don't fall down!" she would screech ignoring the disproval of the flight attendants and mutterings from tsking others.

Considering it was a seven hour flight I had a lot of spare time. But, between keeping a Samuel l Jackson look- alike -off my shoulder and preventing a Betty white impersonator from choking on her peanuts, the rest of the time I was eating, sleeping or desperately trying to get through a Rocky movie without screaming in frustration. Slapping myself repeatedly for not charging my iPod, I slide doctor t-drizzle off my shoulder and puffed up my mothers self-knit pillow drowsing off to her flowery scent, it was going to be a long ass flight.

Leroy

It was about two in the morning before I realized I was still outside, somehow I didn't care about getting sick or causing a scene all I wanted was my Hiram back. I should have never said anything, even if Zaria's no my daughter did show up no one had to know it could have been completely disregarded. Deep down I knew I was acting like a lovesick teenager instead of a grown man but the surface part of me didn't give a rat's fart in space on how I was acting, a part of me was gone and I didn't know for lord knows how long.

Slamming my hands down I screamed in frustration and pain, I sliced my hand open on a piece of jagged rock for some unknown reason the thing reminded me of Zaria. Anger like never before coursed through my veins, before I knew it the rock was in my hands, than twenty feet away hitting a parked car. The alarm was the only sound that could penetrate through my red fazed eyes. Instead of acting my age and going over there to make sure I didn't leave any damage I spun around ran into the house never looking back. If I didn't I would have noticed my heart never left, I would have taken my second chance, but at two a.m. I couldn't tell the difference between a rock or a person.

Hiram

Seething, breaking I sat in my car keys in the engine and face first on the dash. I wanted to go back there and tell him it would be alright I wanted to reach out to him on the ground and mend our lives back together forget his ugly mistake for that is what it was; a mistake that we could have lived without. A mistake that that greasy cunt faced Zaria made happen. She messed up my life before and hell she was still doing while she was six feet under. Leroy should have known not to have left me alone, like a certain brown eyed princess when left to boil ,we steam together a plot and soon my calm logical side to effect, if it was the last thing I do we wont have to deal with anymore mistakes but for now I'll wait.

Beep! Beep! Beeeeep! My car alarm woke me up blaring in a frequency that probably destroyed my ear drums. Groaning I hit the red button one my dash to shut it up. Once my head fog cleared up I saw Leroy sprinting into the house like the devil himself was chasing him. It hurt that it was obviously him that threw the rock, but I know that if we want to make things better and burn down any bridges I'll have to forgive him. After all he'll need someone to lean on when his son and or daughter leaves him in the dust. I mean what kind of husband would I be if I didn't help my significant others mistakes?

Mercedes

There was something seriously wrong with my home girl Rach usually when we had sleepovers the girl didn't shut up until two or three, now she was curled up in a small ball-not that I'd ever admit this- cuteness but she looked oddly depressed her usual dream smile was missing and replaced with a grimace. She was tossing and turnin all night long. She was Muttering about her dads, and some shit about something being wrong or something. Gurl, Look I know that Kurt and I decided to be friends with her but sometimes god she was handful; ugh lordy I need me some tater tots.

Puck-Zillah

Ever have those moments when someone you care about-no matter how much you deny it- is hurting or worse having a bitch fit? Well that's my life, when your friends with a midget cough cough Rachel Barbra berry, bitch fits are a guarantee, I mean shit I was about to get down with Mrs. Freichs who had been giving me the glazy eyes if ya know what I mean. So to end her obvious frustration and being the gentleman I am-or try to be-I took it into my hands, but than goddamn it my hot Jew princess senses kicked in and when ever you need to lose the morning wood just think of Rachel sad, mad or spouting ridiculously long words and your night is ruined. Ruined I tell you. Grunting I rolled out of Charlene's house and hopped into my truck my hands automatically dialing rach's number

Rachel

I woke up to 'Stacey's mom' bursting out of my beautiful pink I phone and just new that Noah felt something was wrong, besides that horrible ring tone he picked out, I told him that we have a bond that will withstand time and distance but no he just chucked a grotesque looking oil drench French fry at me and turned up the football game damn 49er's. Just because we are friends doesn't make him any less of a heathen though.

"Hello Noah what may I ask are you doing calling me at five in the morning not that I mind of course-"

"Yeah, yeah berry that's great okay stop being so damn cheery and tell me what's wrong me and Charlene were bouts to get our grove on." He demanded, I tried to suppress the relief I felt for being responsible for breaking off his rendezvous,

"Well..." I drawled off enjoying his impatient growl "to be frank with you Noah"

"Frank! Who the hell is that berry!" ignoring this I moved on did all men have weird possessive issues sheesh and they say women are bad, my ass, I thought. "But I have absolutely no clue what is wrong." I sung teasingly, "I mean wow Noah you need to relax, need to get laid much?" I sweetly questioned…

Silence was the only thing I heard wait for it…. Wait for it…. And BAM! He opened up his mouth and started cursing up a storm that would make the terrifying cheer coach Sue Sylvester blush… and that was saying something that women had more insults up her sleeve than Mr. Shue had sweater vests. "Noah," I tried to speak but the damn nethanderthal was still rambling I could barely catch the words strangle, wood, and frank. "Ugh Noah!" still going wincing at my own shrill voice, I see what Kurt means "NOAAAAH!"

"What! Damn it Shorty MCshort short can I ever just talk! Shit you have me get up at the crack of dawn-" rolling my eyes "I didn't make you do anything Noah! And its five O'clock" he went on Continuing on like he didn't hear me ass.

"I was so ready dude and mike was telling me about-"

"NOAH ALEXANDER PUCKERMAN! CEASE YOUR TALKING! And don't you dare ever call me dude again or so help god I will mince your disco stick and bake into hash!" I hated when I was forced to raise my voice so much damage could be done to my vocal cords and why the hell would he call me dude?! Do I look like a dude? Do I even remotely act like one? Do I sweat and uphold a grungy hipster look? Um no I don't, Ugh shivering in disgust I continued our idiotic and slightly unnecessary conversation even if his voice made me feel better.

"Noah I'm hanging up, come to my house later this afternoon okay? " "No!" he mumbled out like a five year old I could just imagine him crossing his arms, his face set in a pathetically cute pout. "I'll make cookies." bribery was a valued weapon amongst puckerman plus no one could resist my cooking, It took a couple minutes I could hear him debating in his 'soft voice' yeah okay he was still shouting and muttering "Yeah whatever B." he finally replied after god, five minutes?!

"Good now you woke up Kurt and Mercedes with your loud voice, wait- did you just snort! Don't snort at me!" "Goodbye berry." Why oh why was I actually friends with this a-hole? "Don't you hang up on me Noah Puckerman!" a dial tone sounded leaving me with two wide awake gossipy immature divas snickering , great and I call these cretins friends as well.

Picking up a pillow and throwing it with all my might (which was a lot, I tell you!) muttering "oh shut up" I flipped back over on the bed enjoying Kurt's girly squeal.

Emma

I was almost done sanitizing the inside of my trash can when I got a knock at the door. To say I was surprised would be an understatement the only visitors I got were Will ,dreamy sigh and the mailman but after I made him personally air suction my mail he didn't show up anymore for some odd reason.

1, 2, 3-1, 2, 3 I learned over the years that if I keep up a rigorous routine with my spontaneous anxiety its helps a lot huffing out a burst of air I cleared my throat and prepared to fight to the death if necessary. "Hello?" I called out, wondering if the bleach container in my hand was a suitable replacement for pepper spray and if the figure behind the door could hear the slight tremor running through my voice.

"Hello Miss Pilsbury? I'm Carl versalles I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"Carl! Ooh I liked him he was just the friendliest old man you could ever meet although his wife could use some happy pills in her diet if you catch my drift, plus he loved grapes just as much as I did what not to absolutely love about him.

"A favor?" I muttered out loud what could he possibly want from me? Unlocking the deadbolt I cracked the door open just to see if it was really him, fortunately for him it was "I would love to do you any favors, depending what it is Carl." Picking a stray string off my banana yellow cashmere sweater I tried to appear nonchalant it obviously didn't work by the look on his face... or maybe that was from the chemicals permeating the room. "Come on in, oh watch your feet."I warned I'm forgetting that I was alphabetizing my movie collection, Guiding him over to the table which was thankfully cleared of any… dirty things I offered him refreshment noticing his slight eye twitch many years of counseling others and myself I concluded that he was either lying about not wanting an herbal spice shake or he had eye cancer. I'm sure I have a pamphlet about that somewhere around here hmm.

"Emma, I have-"he paused seeming to shake out any unwanted words passing through his mind.

"I mean my granddaughter is coming down here and will be in the apartment across from you and I was wondering if" I decided to interrupt his little brain fart besides it was my favor I was giving got to make sure I understand right.

"If I could help your granddaughter settle in and make her feel more welcome." I presumption ally rationed off

"Um no actually" Oh, well not like I haven't been wrong before I mean look at Terry's and Will's marriage I was sure that it wouldn't last after high school.

"You see she's starting at McKinley in about a week or so, so I was wondering since you're the counselor that you could show her the ropes and whatnot." Swallowing I hid my resentment of not having a women or man for that matter around here my age, but I knew that people my age were still either stuck in a high school fantasy or running a family which I have done neither of so. "I would love to Carl."I muttered in resignation no fun same aged people for me no soiree bob. He sighed in relief spouting out thanks you's and pleasantries… and the he tried(key word) to shake my hand which I so cleverly diverged (in my opinion) by dropping my flower vase which shattered in every known direction. "Oh um, I'll just see myself out Emma good day and thank you again" it amused me greatly that not only did he not offer to help with the cleanup but zoomed out of my apartment like the hellhounds were after him .When the door slammed I went to work and got out my sanitizer machine and started to tweezer pick out the glass. Hopefully his granddaughter won't bring anymore trouble to McKinley as it is I don't think I could handle anymore pregnancies, false weddings or gleek crisis's but I owed it to will (sigh) and my students hm yeah my students.

Zarra

What I found unbelievable was that no matter how much I seemed to except the idea my father was indeed gay, but that he also had a seventeen year old daughter. One thing was for sure. I thought as I pulled up to the Sea Way Apartments. Life was bound to be pretty interesting.

A/N: Hey guys short I know sorry I haven't been updating lately, I just traveled to state with a monologue piece and have been rehearsing like crazy. Please forgive me:D

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