then they wouldn’t have a show.
(via amongtheglee)
i just realized what they’re totally gonna do on glee
Dude, why are you doing this to me?
That’s horrible.
I am imagining it now.
With thanks to fallon ash for the image and the inspiration.
They’ve been lying together for about ten minutes when she starts to realise something’s wrong. It comes on slowly, creeping fingers of dread all cold and clammy in the pit of her stomach, and even his arm around her - usually a cure-all for worries and fears of all shapes and sizes - doesn’t soothe it away.
Have they always slept this way?
He must feel her growing tense. He stirs behind her, moving the arm around her to smooth a gentle stripe of warmth into her stomach. It ought to help. It makes her feel sick.
“S’matter?”
She swallows hard.
“…I can’t remember.”
He shifts. “Can’t remember what?”
“I don’t know.” She curls up tighter. “Something important. I’ve forgotten something important.”
His hand leaves her belly to smooth her hair. “Gonna be late for an appointment?”
“No, no, I - I know we had time for this, I - “ Her mouth feels dry. She has to force the words out, and they’re rough, half-formed - “…It’s bigger than that.”
“Jess…”
She shakes off his attempt to paw her on to her back. She knows where that leads and the thought makes her feel feverish and panicky. “No, I mean it. Something, something here is wrong. Very wrong. I can feel it.” She sits up, drags herself off the bed - the idea of sleeping in it suddenly feels like lying down in the maw of the beast. Her survival instincts are twanging like so many plucked harpstrings. “Something about this room - why did we come here? How did we get here?”
He gives her a flat look. “I live here now, remember? You came here to get me to sign the - “ He gestures across the room. “…those.”
“Divorce papers.” She remembers that. She remembers it very clearly. But it doesn’t make any sense, because - “…Why the blazes would we need divorce papers?”
“Look, if this is about our relationship - “
She throws up her hands. “Don’t you understand? We were never married! This - this isn’t us! You are not the kind of person who wears ties!”
He’s looking at her like she’s crazy. It’s not outside the realms of possibility that she is. “…Jess, you brought me the papers. If you wanna go back on this we can talk about it, but not now. I have court this afternoon. I have to go in fifteen minutes. So come back over here, and let’s just - “
Her eyes narrow. She doesn’t have time to think about a nap, and if she’s right then neither does he. “Come here. Right now.” He gets off the bed with a puzzled frown, and the combination of bare legs and ridiculous boxers suddenly makes her want to throw something at him. ” - oh, for God’s sake, put your trousers on!”
He looks nearly as exasperated as she feels. “I can put my pants on or get over there right this second - “
“Shh!” She holds up a hand, and as he falls silent she strains her ears to pick up the sound she thought she heard. Someone, somewhere, is shouting. Hammering on a door. “…Do you hear that?”
He squints in concentration. “…Hear what?”
“Just outside the door - ” She beckons him over, and he puts the lie to his previous statement by hopping into his pants on the way across the room. “It’s as if…” She presses her ear to the door. “…I think someone’s knocking…”
He leans closer, still squinting. After a few moments of quiet he meets her gaze. “…Yeah… Too quiet to be this door.”
She nods a little. “Too far away…” But she’d swear blind she can feel the vibration of the knock through the door. “Unless - ” …Unless what? Just beyond the reach of her memory, something is screaming for her attention. Some-one is screaming. She should know this. She should know what’s going on. But she can’t quite remember, and she’s ever so tired, and the bed’s right over there…
As she struggles with the fog in her mind, the voice outside seems to grow louder. It’s a woman’s voice. It’s naggingly familiar. It’s calling a name -
“…lena! …ear me? …way from…bed! Don’t t…ed!”
It’s daring us to do it…
The broken fragments of words begin to make horrible sense. She meets his eyes, and she can see the light dawning there too. “…Oh God,” he says softly, “it’s - “
Her stomach lurches. She gasps. “I know that voice! It’s - “
” - Don’t touch the bed! Helena - “
In unison, their minds snap abruptly back into place. As one, they name the voice outside.
” - Myka - “
Two hands close around the doorhandle and wrench the door open. On the other side, a woman with purple gloves and a riot of curls is caught mid-knock. She stares for a moment, then makes a sound like a little sob and pulls them both, one with each hand, into her arms.
Pete and Helena, shaken but whole, embrace her.
Them, holding each other is too weird, though.
Pete: What were you guys doing in the back room?
Myka: We, uh…
HG: Um… well you see, we…
HG: Well, it wasn’t important.
@MagicBranch:
Another shot of @MaggieQ and @LyndsyMFonseca and our special guests, (this time without that goofy writer).
Way too cute.
The ending, though..
(via kuinnhasmoved)
Sikowitz is an evil genius.
And I love it.
