Sorry for waiting so long to update! I had a tiny bit of writer's block, but I got out of that so now


"Kurt Hummel?" Kurt stopped dancing at the sound of his name and walked over to the woman that had said it.

"Rachel Berry? When did you get fashion sense?"

"My college roommate helped me separate right fashion from wrong."

Jimmy furrowed his eyebrows. "You two know each other?"

"We were in Glee club together," Finn added, holding Rachel's hand under the table.

The bartender nodded, smiling. "Kurt said something about Glee club once or twice."

Kurt fixed his hair a little. "Well, now that that's settled, where have you two been the past few years?"


Mercedes Jones scrambled into the limousine, tired of being chased by rabid fans. "Okay, change of plans. Take me somewhere new, without any rabid fans."

"Are you sure, Madam? That will be quite a task." Her chauffer responded from the driver's seat.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sure."

"Club Wild it is, then,"

The limo sped off, a couple fans still chasing it.


"What are we doing for dinner?" Artie Abrams questioned, his 6 year old daughter, Sunday, sitting on his lap.

Tina looked up from her novel, What to do when you're expecting. "I was thinking we would do take out."

"I was kinda hoping we could go out tonight."

"Where? I mean, there really isn't anywhere we can take Sunday, unless it's a restaurant."

"Well, maybe we can call a babysitter,"

"I don't know. The babysitter, what's-her-name, is kind of a flake."

"Mama," Sunday interjected. "Daddy, please stop talking about me like I'm not here."

Silence filled the room, drowning the family. Artie was the one to break the silence.

"Sun, that was a really grown up thing to say."

"Thank you," Sunday hugged her father, burying her head in his neck.

"Artie," Tina smiled, shutting her novel. "I think we're going out tonight.


"Look, all we need to do is call a mechanic. Quinn, please don't freak out," Noah pleaded into his Blackberry.

"Of course I'm freaking out! You are stuck downtown, your motorcycle's broken, the guys aren't exactly helping, and you're in an alley. I'm coming down there with Caroline."

"No please, Quinn!" But the line was already disconnected.

The ringleader of the biker club, O'Malley, came over and said, "Hey, at least now she's coming."

"But she could have been here before. I don't see how she could be worried about you not being good influences around Caroline."

"I know, but my wife was like that our kids. It must be one of those things that we will never figure out. Like how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop!"

"Yeah!" Noah instantly agreed. It all makes sense!

O'Malley smiled. "Let's go into the bar, get a drink."

All five of the bikers strolled in, not even taking a look at the sign.

Wild, it read.


Kurt grinned from the bar. Things could not be going better. Lots of people, a few high school friends, some Lady Gaga music, all I need is to get on the top 10 list and this'll be the best night of my life.

"See. I told you everything was perfect," Jimmy wrapped him in a bear hug.

"It's almost like this is all a dream. Tomorrow, I'll wake up and it'll all be gone."

"The only thing happening tomorrow is me making breakfast, and getting both of us to out day jobs."

"I'm the one with the car!"

"But I have the advantage,"

Kurt looked up, confused. "What advantage?"`

Jimmy thought for a moment before replying, "I'm bigger, stronger, and you think I cook well. Big advantage,"

"But I still have this," Kurt placed a kiss on his lips.

That was before someone cried, "Oh! Hell to the nah!"


Well, what do you think? Reviews are appreciated. Thanks to all who reviewed, by the way! It really helped me get out of writer's rut.