The four of them were at the mall, sat at a table in the food area, though the only thing they had were smoothies.
Charlie and Angie sat next to each other, across from Santana and Quinn. They were in the middle of debating in whether Charlie wore excessive amounts of skinny jeans or not.
"I've seen your closet, and like half of it is filled with skinny jeans." Quinn declares, drinking her smoothie afterwards.
"It is not!" Charlie argues, to which Santana shakes her head, "The first step to solving your problem, is admitting you have one, Charlie." Santana snarks which earns her a glare from Charlie, a high five from her girlfriend, and a scoff from Angie.
"It doesn't matter what she wears, she'd look great in anything," Angie winks at Charlie, who kisses her on the cheek, "Damn right I do."
Both Santana and Quinn roll their eyes. But before anyone could say anything else, a yell from a nearby table catches their attention.
"WHAT?!" They all turn to look at the man who yelled this, he was wearing a striped button up shirt with a cardigan tied around his neck and trousers. His light brown hair spiked up.
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO A SHOOT WITHOUT ANY MODELS?!" He stops to listen to whoever was on the line, but only seems to get madder, "I DON'T WANT YOUR SORRIES, I WANT MODELS, DAVE!"
With that he hangs up and shoves the phone into his pocket, running his hand through his hair, only to fix it again.
He stands up from the table and hastily pushes the chair under it, walking away. When he pasts their table, he suddenly stops and walks backwards, towards them again.
They're all still watching him.
He turns to look at them and seems to study each of their faces before clapping his hands, "All of you, follow me!" He then starts walking away, they all exchange glances before reluctantly following him.
When they catch up, he starts talking, "Okay so, I am George Olsen, the director of all of Abercrombie's photo shoots. We were scheduled for one today, but apparently the models couldn't make it.
They round a corner, and start walking towards the mall's exit, "I was just about to go and tell the crew to pack up, but then I saw you all!"
Reaching the doors, he stops and spins around to look at them, "All of you are absolutely gorgeous!"
They're all shocked and look at each other, "So, we are going to the shoot and you will be the models!"
They all open their mouths, but no words come out, "Okay! Great!" And with that he spins back around and opens the door, walking to the parking lot.
"And that's, how we got to be models for Abercrombie!" Quinn says, as she finishes the story.
There are murmurs from the members of Glee club, who were listening to her after Mike said that he saw pictures of the four of them at Abercrombie.
"So he just picked you up like that?" Kurt says, snapping as he says 'that'. They nod and Santana speaks up, "I mean we are pretty hot."
They laugh and roll their eyes. "I wish I was there with you when this happened," Brittany adds, and they all nod in agreement.
"Yeah, they payed us like a hundred each and asked if we wanted to continue modeling for them."
There were various 'oohs' and 'ahs' from the group, and Tina asks the question they were all wondering, "So, what did you say?"
"Well, he didn't take no as an answer from me and kept on insisting that I do it, so eventually I just agreed." Angie explains, them gestures to Santana, "San though, agreed right away."
Said girl shrugs, "What? They pay you to look good in front of a camera!" Angie chuckles and starts on Charlie and Quinn, "These two declined and after talking with the manager of the store, he gave them jobs as employees at Abercrombie instead."
"Modeling's not really our thing," Charlie says and Quinn agrees. "But you guys looked hot!" Puck argues, which earns him glare from Santana and a slap on the back of his head from Angie.
He quickly shuts up.
"What are you all talking about?" Everyone turned as they heard the voice of Rachel Berry coming from the door.
"Those guys modeled for Abercrombie!" Mike announced, gesturing towards the four girls, who were now feeling uncomfortable with Rachel in the room.
"What? Really?" She asks, and Mike nods taking an Abercrombie shopping bag and throwing it to Rachel, and surprisingly she catches it.
Her eyes widen as she looks over the picture of Angie; the picture black and white like Abercrombie tradition, it was only her top half, she was in a pose and wearing a bra with a jean jacket over it. Looking, undoubtedly sexy.
Angie was now awkwardly looking at the floor. Ever since that literal, killer-kiss a week and some days ago, she had been trying her best to avoid the small diva.
"W-wow...t-this is..." Rachel stutters, her eyes still on the shopping bag, Charlie subconsciously moves closer to her girlfriend. "I know right?" Puck starts, "She looks fucking hot!"
This time he gets two glares and two slaps. He mutters something under his breath as he rubs the back of his head.
"So you done with that or what Berry?" Santana asks, hints of disgust found in her voice, Berry was basically drooling over the semi-naked picture of her friend. Ew.
"Huh? Oh yeah! Here..." She hands the bag back to Mike, but it gets taken by Kurt who wanted to see for himself, and soon it was being passed around the club.
Quinn and Santana were awkwardly trying to make conversation, and Angie's face was buried deep in Charlie's shoulder.
Mr. Schue walks into the room, ready to get started, but comes to a halt when he sees everyone. "Hey guys, what's going on?" He asks the club, and they respond by throwing the bag at him.
Angie's groan is muffled by Charlie's shoulder. The choir teacher's eyes widen too, but more from shock than whatever the heck Berry was feeling.
He looks up at the girl in question, and she just presses deeper into her girlfriend, while everyone's voices overlap as they all try to retell the story at the same time.