A/N: Now that I thoroughly want to kill Ryan Murphy, I would just like to take a moment to rant. I GUESS TO WIN THE GLEE PROJECT YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE GOOD. YOU JUST HAVE TO BE BRUNETTE. Which is good for me because I'm auditioning for Season 2, now that I know I'll make it. Why would they do that? They made us watch ten episodes of kind of good music videos just to see 1/4 of the original contendors win! I am genuinely angry. Of course that isn't going to purturb me from finishing my story. It's just that for the most part, all of characters might be mindless and bitchy for a while. Either way, leave a review, whether it's to tell me you hate me because I didn't like the ending or if it's to give some sort of critisism on my story. I still want to hear from you. And I want you to know that this story will probably continue through season 3 of Glee so keep holding on and catch more of your favorite character, only here...on Mad World. -End Rant-
"Blame it on the alcohol." -Everyone I've Ever Met
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When Damian woke up that next morning it was to a blinding head ache and the interior of a car he had never seen before. When he sat up to look around, the first thing he saw was Lindsay, lying beside him, wearing his flannel shirt. As the grogginess began to wear off and the reality of the situation set in, he started trying to remember what had happened the night before. As soon as he came to the realization of what had seriously just happened, he started to panic and started whispering, "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god," on a continuous loop until he heard a knock on the car's window.
He shielded his bare-chested body from the man who had knocked on the window and was now shouting inward, "Can you move this tin can? You're blockin' me in." Humiliation setting in, he dug through the console to no avail, and then found the keys in Lindsay's purse. He pulled the car a few feet forward and into an alley. And when the car jolted to a stop, Lindsay awoke, her head ache setting in as well.
After she wiped the sleep from her eyes and she realized what had happened as well, she and Damian exchanged looks. Hers was one of shock, then a bit of anger, then worry. His was steady confusion, and worry. He couldn't help but think about Brittney. He knew he didn't have feelings for her the way he had feelings for Lindsay, but in the same respect, Brittney was still technically his girlfriend, and he had prided himself on never being unfaithful. Yep, that was pretty much out the window.
"What have we done?" Lindsay whispered in shock, as she searched around for her own shirt.
"I think I'm fairly sure of what we've done. Can I have my shirt back, please?" he asked in an antsy voice. He didn't exactly know where they were and he was sure, if it was Lima, that this bit of news would be all around town by the time they were even able to make it back to their respective houses, "Uhhhh, Lindsay?" he began to get her attention, "Where are we?"
"Kentucky." she said in an almost conversational tone, handing him his shirt and grabbing her own off the back seat, "The Electric Cowboy to be exact. And I reckon they had some pretty strong Tequila at that."
She seemed to be taking their ordeal far better than Damian. In her barely presentable state, she rolled out of the car, and grabbed Damian's wallet out of the ground in the back seat, "Where are you going?" he asked in an exasperated tone.
"I'm going to get both of us coffee, and you're going to stay in my car so it doesn't get towed. We'll talk about all of this when I get back." she answered his question that hadn't even been asked yet.
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"You know I've got a record around this school." Brittney started in on her newest prey.
"I've heard all about it," Cameron said in a hurried tone, in a rush to get as far away from the scary blond girl as he could, "And don't worry. I'll let you know I want to tap this." he added in a hurried tone, as he walked straight toward his Astronomy class, "But for right now, I'm spoken for. Sorry."
Cameron's face was so red it was almost laughable as he slammed the door, and the tall blond girl walked away, her bouncy ponytail swaying behind her. He breathed a sigh of relief until he turned around to see a class full of gawking students and one very obviously gawking teacher at the very front of the class, "S-Sorry." he whispered again, handing his late pass to the teacher and then hiding in the back of the classroom once more as Mrs. Von Belcher continued on with her lecture over Saturn's rings.
He noticed the spot next to him, that was typicallly filled by Lindsay was completely vacant and he wondered where she could be that she didn't text him back in the morning and then didn't show up for class in the afternoon. He started to worry.
A/N: Well, it isn't the best, but I'm tired and hungry, so here it is. I'll try to write more tomorrow. Don't forget to review. I love all of my reviewers!