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How the hell am I high maintenance!?!!!!??!? If anything, this is just me being a supportive friend who wants more of those relaxing pics, y'know, for your well-being, Nicky Nick! 😘

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I don’t knoooooooow. Think I still need some more proof 😘😘

​You're awfully high maintenance, aren't you Schuester?

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Matt:

Matt: I haven’t seen this in a gazillion years. Pretty sure some parts aged like milk, but gotta watch it for the nostalgia trip alone! Annnnnd the tunes!

Matt: 🎤 Sun goes down, I'm just getting up Matt: I'm heading for the city lights Matt: Radio blastin' all the way to the club Matt: Gonna rock this town tonight 🎸

Jaz: "You're living in a MAN'S world," they tell us Jaz: But we ain't gonna buy it Jaz: The things they're trying to sell us now 🎸💃🏼 Jaz:

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🦕Stevie /🍷 Roxy / 💘Felicity

weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well:

chipotle order?

thoughts on veganism?

a specific color that gives you the ick?

mythical creature you think/believe is real?

favorite form of potato?

do you use a watch?

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

first thing you’re doing in the purge?

do you think you’re dehydrated?

rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

your boba/tea order?

the veggie you dislike the most?

favorite disney princess movie?

a number that weirds you out?

do you have an emotional support water bottle?

do you wear jewelry?

which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

would you say you have good taste in music?

how’s your spice tolerance?

what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

last meal on earth?

preferred pasta noodle?

ask me anything !

leave an ask for the person you reblog it from!

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You making goo-goo eyes at Forky from Toy Story or something? Should I leave you two alone or grab the wedding registry?

If anyone had told me I'd be spending my time romancing sentient inanimate objects this time last year I'd have asked if they were right in the head, and yet here I am.

I feel like this is yet another thing that is why my boss says I need to get out more...

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Matt: hahahhaaha and here I was about to suggest a banana hammock. It's not like we'll be there to shield our eyes from seeing alllllll of that from Chris, Stells. 😋 Matt: Excited about the trip? And don't worry about things back here, I'll check in with Felicity to make sure Andre didn't overpower her or something.

Schue sibs

Chris: After making a list and checking it to ensure I added everything — from shirts to toothpaste — I've got it all. Mom would be so proud- I've started packing for my trip. I'm currently deciding what swimwear to bring. The options are shorts or Speedos. Suggestions are welcome.

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"Hey now, I wasn't sure! Figured you would've gotten wrapped up in some sort of New Yorknanigans or something. Glad you managed to make it out. I'm not tied up with working too much this year. Did my stint with the truck tours and burgers. Now I get to roam around, see the sights, smell the smells, and listen to the tunes." He did a little fun shimmy to the song. Matt laughed at the nickname. "This hips don't lie," he winked. "What are you in the mood for SC? Food? Games? Something decorative for the farmhouse? There's a little of everything here."

Elliott tilted his head to one side, his expression alight with amusement as he took in Matt's antics. If nothing else, the man was unapologetically himself at all times, and that was something he could appreciate. "I got in late last night -- what, did you think I was going to miss my first real Founders Day? I've been hearing all about this since I made the move, but I missed it by a couple of months last year." He returned the hip check with one of his own, grinning back. "You gonna give me a list of which booths to check out first, Shakira?"

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The truck turnout is in full swing, and Matt's LOVING it! Most of the visits they've received have been at the station, so having their fire engine gleaming from a recent wash on full display made him beam like a proud station dad. He helped some kids onto the back while their mom lingered close. The little ones wore miniature red firefighter helmets while they oohed and aahed at all the components. Matt has been doing this since he was 18, and he is even blown away by all the gadgets. After he helped them down and thanked their mom for swinging by, her lingering gaze on him not at all lost on Matt, he grinned and shook his head. It's something he and the crew are used to by now. Matt shifted to the front and climbed up to skim the onboard laptop when he saw a familiar face in the side mirror. Matt's boots hit the ground, and he smiled, dimples deep in his cheeks. "Hell yeah. Is this your first engine tour?" He asked as he opened the back door wider so Finn could look inside. "Go ahead and climb aboard. If you want to pop one on, we've got complimentary helmets too." Matt offered.

A thoughtful hum dropped from Finn's lips as he glanced around at all the different activities he had before him. Blaine, his Founder's Day date, was currently not by his side as he figured he'd let the other man go explore a little more and potentially catch up with other friends with the agreement they'd meet up again later. And so, he now found himself seeking out something else to do, which was when his gaze finally landed on a familiar firetruck. Slow smile tracing his lips, he made his way over to the truck and soon enough found Matt. "Hey, man!" he greeted with a grin, taking a sip from his drink. "Heard you're offering a tour of the truck? Any chance you can fit me in?"

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Matt bopped and grooved to the tunes, uncaring what people's thoughts are about his dancing to, well, whatever the hell this is. It's got a good beat and that's all that matters to him. As he cha-chaed to the tent, his green eyes landed on Elliott. "Well, well, well," he grinned from ear to ear. "Are you a sight for sore eyes. Didn't think you'd make it out this weekend. I know your schedule's been packed as of late." He did a playful hip bump and perused some records in front of him, neatly tucked inside a milk crate. "Did you just get in?" Matt asked, unable to keep the smile off his face. It's always a grand time whenever Elliott's around.

The significance of being back in town after almost two months commuting to New York for work on Founders Day weekend of all days wasn't lost on Elliott -- removing himself from the trappings of his career had given him a renewed focus and clear head, as evidenced by the songs he'd been so busy recording for the past few weeks, but he'd missed immersing himself in the place that had made it possible. Despite how proud he was of the work he'd been producing lately, it was a relief to be back home for good, days and weeks finally stretching out before him without the rigid recording studio schedule. He'd still have to work through clean up and post-production, but the bulk of the recording was finally done, and his home studio would be ready by the time the marketing machine kicked in. For now, Elliott found himself loitering by the music tent, one foot tapping along with this year's batch of local musicians.

"SO fucking glad I didn't have to miss this," he mused aloud, grinning to himself. "Just let me inject this directly into my veins, this is the good shit," Elliott laughed quietly.

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Now he's had some time away from the heat of the grill and truck, the cool breeze felt verrrrry welcome on his skin. Matt should've brought his hoodie along or even one of his well-loved flannels, but it's tucked away in a camping bag in the back of his truck. Eh, he can venture that way later if he gets down to it. Besides, Kurt's a stone's throw away, and they haven't chatted in a gazillion years. Okay, it hasn't actually been THAT long. "Ha! Sure, Hummel. I don't know if I buy you not causing some sort of mischief for someone." He grinned, tossing a wink his way. "Right?! I was just thinking I should get a hoodie or something from my truck. I spent so much time around that firetruck I forgot it's in the 60s," he admitted. "Dreams? Guess it depends on who you ask. Some might say it's nightmares," he laughed heartily at this. "Feeling a bit peckish though. Kinda feeling like walking nachos and a beer. Wanna walk with me or you heading to hang with Dom?"

Compared to last year, Kurt was in a much better place than he'd been previously. Last year he was so lost in his head that he couldn't really let himself enjoy the festivities; between fighting the feelings he had for Dom and trying to handle the feelings he had regarding his father's disease, he hadn't been in the mood to be around people. Instead, he'd shut himself away inside the shop, and very few people had actually come face to face with him. This year, though, Kurt was ready to enjoy the day. He knew he'd be meeting Dom in a bit, but for right now he was happy to explore, especially since he'd been working his aunt's booth for the diner most of the morning. The one upside to working her booth, though, was that he had a perfect view of the firefighters across the street; he might have been single, and he was wholeheartedly in love with his boyfriend, but that did not mean the firefighters weren't nice to look at.

Pulling the apron that he'd been wearing while cooking and grilling off, he tossed it over one of the tables set up at the back of the tent before exiting the shade provided by the canopy. Exiting said shade, though, also meant stepping away from the heat provided by the grills and such. Fastening his jacket and pulling it a little tighter as he ventured further out into the street, intending to move further into the festivities, he paused for a moment as he heard someone calling his name. Turning around, he grinned as he saw Matt heading towards him. "Hey," he remarked with a smile. "Me? Trouble? Never!" he added with a laugh. "Maybe if it was a little warmer, though. What about you? Causing any mischief or dreams come true?"

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The bleats from the Sunset Ridge Ranch petting zoo brought Matt right over. He and Jaz are helping out where needed in their respective areas, but they have made plans to link up and grab a couple of beers, then people-watch. Once Matt arrived, he spied someone showing a couple of little kids how to feed the goats. Instead of interrupting, Matt paid for his way in and moseyed over to one of the little guys who was busy munching on grass hay. Matt ran his hand over his coarse hair and grinned like a big kid. How can you not feel like one in a petting zoo? When Jaz finished with the toddlers, Matt glanced up at her, still crouched, and said, "Here's looking at you, kid," before laughing at his silly joke. "Hey, hey," he said and stood back up. "Ready for a couple of cold ones and coming up with the people's back stories or guessing who could be a potential serial killer?"

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Matt is hanging between the truck and the hamburger booth, not exactly working, but still nearby enough if one of his crew members wants to take a break. He can't get over how it's been over a year since his move here, and how it's his 2nd Founder's Day. God, that feels like 80 years ago. He sipped at his pop, wishing it were a beer, and wondered what the other booths offered. Now's a good time to take a look at them. On his way to the booths, he spied someone he recognized and waved. "Hey!" he called out and jogged up to them. "How's it going? Causing any trouble." He winked with a grin.

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