CLOUD NINE | GLEE • OC X OC | ON HOLD

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THE GLEE CLUB WAS MEETING IN THE AUDITORIUM, BUT LUKE AND IVORY HAD SOMETHING ELSE IN MIND FOR THEM.

The two were in an empty classroom, and Ivory's back was against the wall. Her fingers were entangled in Luke's hair, and his lips were slightly sucking on her neck.

"Fuck, Luke." She bit her bottom lip, bucking her hips towards his.

He gripped her waist, purposely holding her close so she could feel his hard-on through the jeans.

Before they could go any further, both of their phones started to go off.

Ivory grabbed her phone to see multiple messages from Puck, asking where she was.

"Fuck." She muttered, before quickly fixing her attire. "We gotta go."

"What? What the hell am I gonna do about...this?" He breathed, motioning to his boner.

"Uhm, I don't know." She ran her fingers through her hair.

"I'll figure it out. We gotta go." He quickly fixed his situation, and the two rushed to the auditorium.

When they walked in the auditorium, Ms. Holiday and Rachel were in the middle of a performance, and the two quietly sat in the back row.

Puck turned around and watched as the duo sat down. Once the class was over, Luke and Ivory started to walk off, but Puck grabbed the back of Ivory's jacket.

"Dude! What the hell!" Ivory snapped, tugging away from his grip.

"Where were you?" Puck looked between the two.

"Uh, I stayed after for a class. Luke waited for me." She lied, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Right, because that fresh hickey on your neck says otherwise." He pointed out.

Ivory quickly covered her neck, and her face started to turn red.

"When the hell did you two get together?" He asked.

"Around Halloween." Luke intertwined their hands.

"So you took the opportunity of having a substitute teacher to run off and have a quickie?" He joked.

"Jesus Christ, Puck. No, we didn't." Ivory covered her face.

He wrapped his arms around the couple, and the three of them walked down the hallway.

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MR. SCHUE WAS BACK FROM BEING SICK.

Unfortunately, both Luke and Ivory missed the meeting due to Alex having a breakdown.

Reggie, Luke, and Ivory were all sitting on the edge of Alex's bed while he lay in the middle.

"What's going on, Alex?" Ivory asked, rubbing his leg.

"He messaged me. And he has been nonstop." Alex handed Ivory his phone.

About 40 messages read through the chat, all with different threats, curse words, and then apologies.

"This guy is definitely on something." Luke muttered, looking over Ivory's shoulder.

"I'm worried he's gonna hurt me." Alex whispered.

"Hey, we won't let him do that. Alright?" Reggie said, making the other two nod.

"Let me talk to Kurt and see if I can talk to Blaine. Maybe he knows this guy." Ivory said, and Alex looked at her.

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