A/N Alrighty! I am a day late, which makes me feel terrible, if anyone's even reading this. But anyhow, it's insanely short but I'll try and write an extra long one for next Tuesday.
They go to Space Mountain and one by one insert their tickets into the slot, and wait as it pops out again, along with a FastPass. Brittany has trouble figuring it out, so Santana helps her, she thinks that the evil robot box is trying to eat their tickets. Sugar remembers something, and then yells, "oh, yeah! We all have gift cards that I forgot to give you, they each have five-hundred dollars on them, you can use them for anything, snacks, souvenirs, anything really."
The teens all eagerly accept the plastic cards, and Mr. Schuester adds, "and don't lose 'em!"
Kurt gets the attention of the group, "is anyone here allergic to any foods or something like that?"
"I'm allergic to peanuts, but only if I eat them," Wes says.
Kurt nods, "alright, anyone else? Not you Rachel, I already know about you."
"Okay, so our food options are pizza in Fantasyland, some french restaurant in Fantasyland, there's turkey legs- I KNOW RACHEL," he yells, then continues, "pretty much everywhere, and I'm sure there's other places too, thoughts?"
Blaine raises his hand, and Kurt says, "yes, Blaine?"
"I want the french place."
Kurt thinks for a moment, "alright, actually, why don't we see who wants to go where. Anyone who wants the french restaurant raise their hand," he counts nine. "And pizza?" ten.
Mr. Schuester stands up from his position on the bench and says, "I want pizza, so I could take them, and you guys can go have your french food, and then we can meet."
"We should meet at the castle," Kurt says. "It's central and easy to find. So we can meet there at-" he checks the time on his phone, it's 2:21, "-three o'clock."
The kids -and Mr. Schuester, all nod in agreement, and take off in the directions they need to go in.
