✔︎⏐ 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 ; glee ¹

rumours

"Hi, I'm Brittany S. Pierce...and this is my new Internet talk show Fondue for Two...which combines the two things I like the most...hot cheese and talking to people. My first three guests are the school's biggest gossips...Mercedes Jones, Abby Hudson and Ms. Tina Cohen-Chang."

We wave at the camera, as we munch on the foo.

"Shouldn't it be Fondue for Four?" Tina asked confused, Mercedes puts cheese in her mouth, "Oh, my God, that is hot!"

"Okay, so let's get down to some hot dish. Um, I heard a rumour that Mr. Kidney the janitor...walks around school drinking vodka out of a teapot." I furrow my brows.

"Is this really what they were doing in the '70s?" I ask confusingly.

"Hot mess Mr. Kidney aside, I want to talk about the rumor about Asian men. Not true." Tina says, looking straight at the camera a shaking her head.

"It's not even good. It tastes the way a baby's diaper smells." I say, after putting a piece in my mouth, gross.

"I heard a rumor that Santana plays for the other team...and I can confirm that rumour...it's 100% true." I look at Brittany shocked.

"Wait. What?" Mercedes says, "Brittany, are you serious?" Tina asks.

"Brittany, don't say that, she doesn't want anyone to know!" I whisper to her.

"Yes. Look. It's Lord Tubbington. Hi! This is Lord Tubbington. Say hello to the camera." I look at the other two in shock, "You want some cheese?"

"That's disgusting." I grimace, "That's my baby." Brittany coos.

"So, you're just gonna let him do that?" I shrug, looking disgusted.

"Lord Tubbington's allowed to eat cheese because he's on Atkins." I look at her weirdly, "Okay, well, that's all we have time for today. Tune in next week
for Fondue for Two. We will be dipping raw meat
into boiling chocolate."

I can't believe Brittany just outed Santana like that.

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I was walking to Sam's locker, but I stopped when I spotted Rachel heading towards him, I furrow my brows and hide away, but close enough to still listen.

"Hey." She greets, smiling, Sam turns to her confused, "Why are you talking to me?"

Rachel looks taken aback, "Can't I say hello?"

"I guess. I just...Santana told me never to speak alone with you...because you would try to steal all of my gold." I scrunch my nose, that's weird.

"Okay, um, anyway...I got you this." Sha hands him a pack of chapstick, "I know everyone's always making fun of your lips...but I think they're cute
and worth weatherproofing." Did she just flirt with him? What's her angle.

"So, considering that we're both single and I think your lips are cute...I was wondering if you would
go to prom with me." Hold up, she did not just ask him that.

"As in your date?" Sam asks confused, "Yeah." She nods.

"No." He tells her, I sigh of relief, ""No." N...- "No"- "No" as in-" Rachel stutters.

"As in no prom." He tells her, "Oh." She frowns.

"I don't think I'm going." He says, I sigh, I know he's going through a rough time but doesn't mean he can't go.