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It's Morphing Time

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It was 6:30 Pm in the quiet town of Angel Grove. Families and stranglers hiding from the heavy rain that swooped in that late evening, Angel Grove was always like this, Quiet, No one made a fuss, there were no robberies and no fights. Everyone knew everyone and in a small town like angel grove that’s not a good thing. For example everyone knew that Michael O'Hare was cheating on his wife with Veronica McNeal who was a single mother of five children. But no one said anything, in this small town everyone kept their eyes down. So Blaine was quite surprised when he realized that everyone in town seemed to always be staring at him or talking horribly about him, shit even a couple guys ended up egging his window. He understood though, it was his idea, his fault. Blaine used to be on the Dalton football team, (which was the only other school in angel grove, the other being Angel Grove High School, which seemed to house the children of poor families and children of druggies.) He made a simple mistake that cost him his football scholarship and his father's respect.
Blaine pulled on the arm of his red backpack, pulling it closer to his body, his hair and clothes soaked through as he made his way through the rain, he quickly opened the door to the main hall of Dalton and made his way to the abandoned basement. Whoops and cheers can be heard over the song "cough syrup" that was blasting from his headphone. Fight club. After the incident he couldn’t use his leg for football, so he improvised and made "The Dalton Fight Club" where he would have nightly meetings with anyone who wanted to join, after the meeting and mid-snacks was the fights. It wasn’t exactly a place where two people who hate each go to fight. This fight club is for helping other kids in the school who needed to defend themselves. Whether it be from your parents, your girlfriend or boyfriends, or from just simple bullying. Here no one judged you, but would push you until you couldn’t take it anymore. Blaine hasn’t been to the basement since he's been on house arrest but tonight he needed to let go. His father came home again. Praising cooper, as he has just landed a huge role in a new action movie. Don’t get him wrong though. Blaine loved his brother. He just hated being compared to him. Blaine plucked his earphones from his ears and walked on to the small handmade stage that was against the far right wall. He dropped his bag pack on the floor and waited for everyone to quiet down. It was a silent agreement that Blaine would be considered in charge. He was not the only kid who decided that his school needed a fight club but he was the one who everyone submitted to. Blaine may have been short and may have had eyes that even made babies coo but he could fight. Once everyone had quieted down Blaine raised his fist in the air, others slowly following. "Welcome to fight club."

7:00 PM, Location: The Fabray House
Quinn Fabray, The Homecoming Queen, Cheerleader, A plus student, valedictorian, and lastly, the girl who became a part of the 80% rate of girls getting pregnant in high school. Quinn made mistakes and she owned them. She knew she messed up and was thankful that her father was able to get rid of the evidence. She lifted up the signed document, her eyes scanning over the agreement she just made. The baby was in good hands and Quinn can go back to school and act like nothing has happened. At least that’s what she hoped. Quinn placed the document down on her bed. She leaned back onto her cushioned pink pillow. No one will find out, she’ll make sure of it.

7:15 Pm, Location: The Hummel's house
"When I tell you something…" The words belted from the radio into the silent room. Kurt Hummel, fashionista and cheerleader, looked up from his sewing kit to face his younger brother Fin. "like I said Fin, football was a onetime thing. I'm staying with cheerleading and not looking back AND stop making those eyes at me!" Kurt huffed in annoyance. He watched as his brother sighed heavily. He turned away and move towards the door. “Fine, if you say so.” He finally left the room. Kurt Hummel was not popular but he was untouchable, the positive thing that came out of him joining the football team. He wasn’t going to go back to that place before, not to where he felt alone and was bullied. After David attacked him in the locker room he promised himself that he wasn’t going to become a victim, so with the help of Fin and his dad, he was able to take taekwondo. He also joined the football team thinking that it would stop the advances but unfortunately it continued so Kurt thought he could do only what he knew. When David corned in on Kurt in the hall ways he knew that this was the moment he’s been waiting for. Either be beaten or become the feared, so to put it lightly. David ended up in the hospital with a broken noise, two broken ribs and a huge black eye. Although Kurt was praised by his team mates and by his fellow peers, the principle thought that it was just down right horrible and placed Kurt into after school detention. Even though this did but a stop to after school practice for the cheerleading team, Kurt still went every day in the morning and would practice during lunch, it also did help that Couch sue did prefer him over Quinn and Santana. Kurt lifted his foot from the small pedal that activated his sewing machine. He could finish his sewing together his white jacket later. As it whizzed to a stop he leaned back into his leather cushioned chair and sipped his mint tea. "I wanna hold... Your hand…"

7:45 PM Location: East wing, Dalton Housing.
Jeff folder his last blue sweater and tucked it neatly into his dresser drawer. Jeff stood up carefully and looked around the room, he had three more piles to separate and he needed to color code them ASAP! Jeff sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair. He walked to the closet door and opened it three times before he grabbed three hangers. He walked back to his small stack of red color shirts. He had three pairs or red shirts, blue shirts, black shirts and grey shirts. And only three pairs of jeans and slacks. As he was centering one of his red shirts onto his red hanger his phone beeped. Jeff sighed heavily and carefully placed his shirt on the bed. He grabbed his phone and opened his messages, scrunching his face. ‘Don’t forget to write you name on your underwear, I know you only have two but I know how you are. Love you pancake!’ Jeff scratched his shoulder as he tossed his phone back on to the bed. Jeff was very different, he knew that and unfortunately everyone in angel grove knew that and because “well kids are kids.” Every tended to bully him. Jeff took a deep breath and walked back to his closet. He opened three times before he walked back to his hanger and shirt that was left on the bed.

8:09 PM Location: East wing, Dalton Housing.
Wesley Montgomery. What could he say about himself? Well if you were to ask him he would say that he was the star of everything. His fellow students, teachers, and hell even parents envied him. Wesley was quick to make an argument and defend his beliefs and in the end he usually always won. Wesley patted down his suit jacket. Sue him, he was a perfectionist. He tilted his head and leaned back. Tomorrow was the first day of school and he would be damned if he didn’t make an effort. Wesley settled comfortably against his headboard. This year was going to be great. He had no enemies and was set on making all A’s. Everyone knew that Wes was going to have a future and leave this dump town. He just hoped that his past wouldn’t come back up to bite him in the ass.

8:45 Pm Location: The Lopez House.
The room smelled of lavender with a weird mixture of bubblegum that radiated from Brittany’s Body. They were both sweaty, their t-shirts clinging to their skin. Santana pulled away. Her hand snaking up Brittany’s arm. She watched as Brittany smiled up at her, the way her eyes lit up when Santana grazed her fingers across her tummy, the way she arched her back when Santana leaned down to kiss her neck. She didn’t close her eyes, afraid she would miss something, so instead she watched every single expression that appeared on Brittany’s face. Trying to memorize every single curve and bump. This was her dirty little secret.

11:31 PM Location: The Smythe’s house.
Fuck! Sebastian hissed in pain as his body fell heavily into his bedroom. It was not his best idea. Sebastian had decided to sneak out of his house when he found out that his parents were having friends over. Just a little lie saying his stomach was upset and his mother was eating out of his hands. He soon made his was out of his window and out to his car, a 2015 Hummer. He ended up heading to the local gay club where he usually went but the night was a drag. The only young guys that were there were all but crying to get fucked but he was over the easy ones, he wanted a chase. Though he will say, the only one who did stay away from him was the nerdy kid from Dalton. Chindler or chandler, he didn’t know and didn’t care. Sebastian smythe was not about to fuck a nerd. So he went back home. Sebastian groaned as he stood up, fuck his knee. He reached over to shut his large window. Sebastian shrugged off his green leather jacket and let it drop to the floor. Lifting up his arms over his head, he kicked off his shoes. Sebastian then flopped down onto his bed. He reached into his front pocket and pulled out his small packet of cigarettes. Sebastian wasn’t considered the bad boy of Dalton more of like the mysterious loner. Did he stay still and act like a goody two shoes? Hell no. He preferred to stay alone. Smoking and drinking was just a perk of hanging out with older men that he fucked. Sebastian scoffed as he rearranged himself on to the bed. PING. Sebastian inhaled deeply, feeling the smoke of the cigarette fill his lungs. He reached for his phone that was hanging on the edge of his bedside table. He frowned deeply. Where the fuck does this bitch get the idea that he can message me? Sebastian quickly deleted the message from chandler “Hey Sebby, I miss you <3”