Growing Up Glee

We're going to be re-launching this game here from episode 3x15 "Big Brother" to drive home the end of the season with the back 7 episodes and then move into the summer hiatus. We never really got too far off the ground here, so it should be a piece of cake.

The premise still stands as to mostly sticking to canon events, and players can go back to write older scenes/blogs from older episodes any time they wish and just tag it with the appropriate episode tag.

Just let me know here with a quick tag if you're still on board with your character(s) so I can amend the taken list, and I'll add Cooper to the mix ASAP :) Really can't wait, the episode was wonderful and I'd love the chance to expand on it more with Quinn, and PLEASE more Cooper and Blaine ;)

Sleeping with cougars... It's something I've always done, and it's never been weird in the past. Hell, it's kind of my thing. I do the older ladies, and things generally go pretty well. They're not clingy, cuz they've got husbands and they don't wanna be seen with the pool boy... They're worried their friends might find out, which is kinda funny, cuz I've usually done most of their friends, too.

But this time? This was the one freakin' time it counted. The one time... Shelby Corcoran... Fellow hottie... baby mama... kind of? And she freaks out on me and kicks me out... She's got my kid. How could she just kick me out? Plus, I kinda rocked her world. No. I totally rocked her world. And then all of a sudden, I'm this dirty secret she's kicking out of her house because I'm 18. But it's just that! I'm 18! I'm not some little kid that she's screwed up for messing with. I'm a man. And I'm her daughter's dad. Or at least... I would be if she'd let me. I thought she would, after everything. I left class to meet her at the hospital to make sure Beth was okay, and then this is what I get back? Get out of my house because I shouldn't have done that? What the fuck?

I don't know what made me go to Quinn's. I guess... I guess I thought she'd understand for some reason. We lost the same thing in a way. Except she just gave up her daughter. I lost my daughter and the woman that I really actually legit wanted to be with. This sucks. It really sucks. And then Quinn went all nuts on me, and I didn't know what to do...

I'm worried about her, you know? She used to seem so strong and brave, but I don't think she ever really was. Then again, who of us are in high school? I think we're all in the same damn boat, and some of us are just better at hiding it...

Whatever it is, I'm kind of at a loss. She wanted me to knock her up again. But what happens when she gets knocked up and decides again that I was a fucking mistake, and she doesn't want the kid? I can't go through this again. I just can't.

Fuck it. I really don't know what I'm doing anymore.

He still won't talk to me... I tried texting him, and he's capslocking me.

I still say my man should have been wearing the short shorts too. It totally would have won us the dodgeball game.

Nicky, can we please talk? You've been ignoring me for like... ever, and I get it, but I need to talk to you.

I think Coldplay is a good Sectionals choice. Or maybe Smashmouth?

Well... *FUCK* Just *FUCK*.

Okay, so maybe I am in a bit of a bad mood, but I'm not relenting on the fact I'm entitled. Jeff was not only a giant prick about what happened, but he said some really shitty things to me and no way was I just going to stand there and cop it. Talk about embarrassing. Who would want to air their dirty laundry in a place like McKinley anyway? It was full of small-minded people who did things like beat gay people up and ostracise others for being a talented threat. I don't even know who Sherri with an i is! I've never met her in my life, I just know that if she fell into an ocean, she would have some convenient floatation devices attached to her...

And I'm bi! Jeff knows I am. He's known all along! We watch straight porn together, and he never has a problem with me looking at those boobs, so why was it any different now? It felt like he was expecting me to cheat on him or something, and that just feels plain crappy, if I'm honest. He doesn't trust me, and that freaking pisses me off. I didn't hit on her. I barely even looked at her. Well, barely even looked at her fake, but those things were shoved right up in my grill, and I couldn't see around them so where else was I going to look?! It's not my fault I'm vertically challenged.

And what the hell was with that encouraging me to call her and telling me I'd be on my own with porn and my hand? Well, screw that for a damn joke. If he wants to be on his own, he'll be getting well used to the sounds of silence.

I'm NOT in an EFFING bad mood! Stop friggen asking!