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[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[First time: he just got slushied.]

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[zizes-schmizes.livejournal.com]

[There was a tiny, niggling thought of 'got what you deserve', but mostly, she knew how much it sucked to be Slushied, and she wasn't cruel.]

Sucks. Can I help you clean up or something?

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's absolutely mortified right now? That's right: he is. Jesse breaths deeply, only to inhale some ice up his nose.]

You can... collect my papers. [They're all slushied now.]

[gleediva.livejournal.com]

[Rachel gasps in shock, clasping her hands over her mouth. Of course, all the glee club members had been slushied at one point or the other but she'd never actually expected it to happen to Jessie of all people.]

Are you...are you okay?

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

No. [He spits out some slushie.] I'm mortified.

[failingcourage.livejournal.com]

Who would do this!? [She rushes up to the poor boy slipping off her shirt to wipe his face, underneath she was wearing a vest. It's ok]

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

Immature imbeciles. [He shakes his head.] Also known as football jocks.

[morbidbubbles.livejournal.com]

O-Oh my god.

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[His eyes flash.] What? [Things like this aren't supposed to happen to him.]

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

Oh wow. That sucks. Are you alright?

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

No, Quinn, I'm not. [This has never happened to him. Ever.]

[mockingyoubird.livejournal.com]

[He'll just stroll by, snickering.]

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[And he'll just be glaring daggers at the back of his head through syrup stained eyes.]

[dontcrysammy.livejournal.com]

...You got slushied and you don't even go to this school. People must really not like you.

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[He flicks some ice out of his eyes.] Thank you, Sam. Such helop.

:DDDDDD WNGTI Verse?!

[itsfinntime.livejournal.com]

Hey! [Finn yells down the hallway at Azimo and a few of the other puck heads, who are quickly disappearing around the corner. One yells back about how 'it'll be him next time' before throwing the empty cup at the garbage bin and disappearing completely.]

Hey, [Turning his attention back to Jesse, he grimaces at the sight of blue slush dripping off of him. Taking a step closer, he places a hand on Jesse's shoulder (the one that isn't blue and sticky.)] Blue always stains the worst; we should get you cleaned up.

BUT OF COURSE!!

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs Finn's hand off, giving him a dark look. He can't help it; he's mortified at the moment.] How?

[supmilf.livejournal.com]

[She never minded Jesse, even if he was, on the occasion, annoying as hell. However, Quinn knows with 100% certainty that she isn't that easy to converse with, either. She also knows how it feels to be slushied; it's an awful feeling and no one, not even Jesse, deserves that. She likes to think it's purely forced because she's a mother, therefore, has to set an example, but let it never go unnoticed that the ice queen has a heart.]

Come on, [She places a dainty hand on his arm, gently urging him to follow her.] I'll help you wash it out.

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Jesse has to blink some ice and syrup out of his eyes, but he'll still know her voice anywhere.] Please, you don't have to try and be kind to me simply on this account. [His sharp tongue is all he really has left at the moment.]

[zizes-schmizes.livejournal.com]

[There was a tiny, niggling thought of 'got what you deserve', but mostly, she knew how much it sucked to be Slushied, and she wasn't cruel.]

Sucks. Can I help you clean up or something?

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's absolutely mortified right now? That's right: he is. Jesse breaths deeply, only to inhale some ice up his nose.]

You can... collect my papers. [They're all slushied now.]

[gleediva.livejournal.com]

[Rachel gasps in shock, clasping her hands over her mouth. Of course, all the glee club members had been slushied at one point or the other but she'd never actually expected it to happen to Jessie of all people.]

Are you...are you okay?

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

No. [He spits out some slushie.] I'm mortified.

[failingcourage.livejournal.com]

Who would do this!? [She rushes up to the poor boy slipping off her shirt to wipe his face, underneath she was wearing a vest. It's ok]

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

Immature imbeciles. [He shakes his head.] Also known as football jocks.

[morbidbubbles.livejournal.com]

O-Oh my god.

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[His eyes flash.] What? [Things like this aren't supposed to happen to him.]

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

Oh wow. That sucks. Are you alright?

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

No, Quinn, I'm not. [This has never happened to him. Ever.]

[mockingyoubird.livejournal.com]

[He'll just stroll by, snickering.]

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[And he'll just be glaring daggers at the back of his head through syrup stained eyes.]

[dontcrysammy.livejournal.com]

...You got slushied and you don't even go to this school. People must really not like you.

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[He flicks some ice out of his eyes.] Thank you, Sam. Such helop.

:DDDDDD WNGTI Verse?!

[itsfinntime.livejournal.com]

Hey! [Finn yells down the hallway at Azimo and a few of the other puck heads, who are quickly disappearing around the corner. One yells back about how 'it'll be him next time' before throwing the empty cup at the garbage bin and disappearing completely.]

Hey, [Turning his attention back to Jesse, he grimaces at the sight of blue slush dripping off of him. Taking a step closer, he places a hand on Jesse's shoulder (the one that isn't blue and sticky.)] Blue always stains the worst; we should get you cleaned up.

BUT OF COURSE!!

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs Finn's hand off, giving him a dark look. He can't help it; he's mortified at the moment.] How?

[supmilf.livejournal.com]

[She never minded Jesse, even if he was, on the occasion, annoying as hell. However, Quinn knows with 100% certainty that she isn't that easy to converse with, either. She also knows how it feels to be slushied; it's an awful feeling and no one, not even Jesse, deserves that. She likes to think it's purely forced because she's a mother, therefore, has to set an example, but let it never go unnoticed that the ice queen has a heart.]

Come on, [She places a dainty hand on his arm, gently urging him to follow her.] I'll help you wash it out.

[singingprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Jesse has to blink some ice and syrup out of his eyes, but he'll still know her voice anywhere.] Please, you don't have to try and be kind to me simply on this account. [His sharp tongue is all he really has left at the moment.]