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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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36. Angel

prompt used - Lifting the other one up | fluff | mentions of f*cking | to @drarry-is-my-therapy because she's an angel and it's her birthday. Happy Birthday love.

The drowning sun reflected over the stagnant waters, making it glow in red and yellow, the soft breeze humming in their ears as they Walked barefoot with their shoes in their hands intensely conversing about the movie they had watched a week ago. It was in a faint hesitation harry spoke up to the silver boy glowing in golden.

" think we should try to recreate that scene where he picks the girl up in the air, for fun "

" oh yes, golden boy, as if it's that easy "

" it seemed easy" harry shrugged.

Draco contemplated for a moment, he would be lying to himself if he said that he didn't wanted to try it out but it seemed far too risky

" it wasn't "

And yet somehow harry with his amazing pursuing skills had convinced draco to recreate that specific dance scene from dirty dancing.

" I can't believe you're making me do this " draco shook his head as his rubbed his palms together as if he was getting ready.

" just run alright, I'll catch you. Just trust me " harry motioned his hands in a gesture to indicate draco to run towards him

" that's the problem, I trust you too much " and with that Draco ran forward towards Harry and just when it came for harry to catch him, he stepped aside, making him fall on face over the beach sand.

" what the fuck was that for?" Draco looked up from the ground at harry

" I'm sorry, I just got scared. It suddenly seemed scary, I'm sorry , fuck I should've said something-"

" damn right you should've said something " draco groaned, half wet from falling over the sand and his hair covered in sand itself.

" I'm sorry, I really am " harry nervously said as draco flipped so he was facing harry

" you bloody idiot " draco grimaced

" sorry " harry pressed his lips in a thin line and offered his hand for draco to take, which obviously in his pride he didn't take and swatted Harry's hand away.

"fuck " and just in the moment harry immediately grabbed onto draco's waist and helped him stand

" are you alright ?" Harry asked concerned

" I think- I sprained my ankle you dimwit " draco grimaced in pain

" let's get you to hospital" and with that harry grabbed all his thing's and apparated them to a muggle hospital nearby.

" well, whatever happened, the sprain is a bit more severe, not that it's a fracture but it will take a few days to recover. So try not to walk too much and apply these ointments " the doctor with spectacles said

Draco shot harry a threatening glare before thanking the doctor and leaving with harry.

" I said I'm sorry " harry rolled his eyes at Draco, taking away the bag of ointments from him and his jacket too, leaving draco to carry nothing

" that doesn't change this sprain harry " draco rolled his eyes. Just as they stepped outside the doors of the clinic, draco winced.

" maybe we shouldn't apparate. I wouldn't want you to have any splinching " harry suggested

" I can't walk " draco responded.

" well, there's not much option-"

" carry me " draco smuggly said as if he was waiting to say this for a long time

" what?" Harry questioned, somewhat shocked at such a proposal

" yes carry me. It will compensate for you causing this injury and we'll go home too. It's not that far anyway " draco frowned trying to explain harry how it wasn't such a bad idea.

" I- well it only makes sense though " harry pouted looking at the road ahead, thinking about how far he'd had to go.

" you've not more options. Give me a piggy back ride. I'm sure the flirtatious doctor would appreciate it "

" one,he wasn't flirting with me and second you're very demanding "

" you wanna fight me ?" Draco raised his eyebrows in a threatening way

Harry chuckled " Darling, I think you'd definitely lose. Now hop on" he kneeled onto the ground for draco to cling his arms and legs around him.

" don't drop me " draco said as he finally put his arms around Harry's neck. In a Swift move, harry put his arms under draco's thighs and got up.

" wow, you weigh too much. Draco I think you're getting fat " harry teased as he hopped draco a little to get a good grip then finally started walking

" I have not " draco hit Harry's head Playfully, adjusting his face in Harry's neck, breathing into it

" are you sure, because I think otherwise"

" please I work out. Have you seen yourself ?"

" you mean being fit and having a good physique, thank you very much "

As much as draco wanted to deny that, he didn't because God knows why he had Always adored Harry's body. Well adore is a bit too smooth of a word for saying he had always found himself staring at harry if he ever got a chance. It was so finely carved with all the curves and abs at the right places, the toned muscles, the slightly broad shoulders with perfectly not too much toned arms and a perfect arse. Draco every once in a while allowed himself to gawk like an owl at harry, but never would he ever admit that harry was considerably hot, especially whenever harry wore draco's sweater.

" whatever " draco rolled his eyes hoping he had not blushed.

They talked on their way over, giggling about things, making jokes about each other, discussing celebrity crushes. Harry felt odd with draco breathing on his neck. He had never felt this way before, the way draco's giggles in his ears sounded so soft and his breathing down his neck causing shivers and the smile he'd feel over his neck caused a fluttering effect in his stomach, like butterflies and the way draco just seemed to talk today was so different that harry wondered how had he never admired his voice before, of his hands, or his fingers or his laughter, everything about him but whatever it was, harry enjoyed feeling it. It was new and Harry was a sucker for new things.

Just as they reached draco's flat, harry first helped him get waters, then taking him to his bedroom while harry fetched the ointments he left at the kitchen table top. When harry returned to his room, he only found draco standing with his sprained leg spread out, without a shirt. He did work out, and it seemed pretty hot..

" what ?" Draco asked when he saw harry simply staring at him

"you're fat " Harry lied blushing, keeping the ointments on the bed

" well, thank you harry for thinking I'm hot " Draco smirked, putting on a new shirt. Harry allowed himself to stare at his soft chest, the left part of his chest covered with a phoenix tattoo, the v line disappearing under his pants and his abs glowing softly in the dim room light and the way draco was putting on a shirt, Harry only wondered why ?

But before could notice harry practically lusting over him, he had moved his eyes to the opposite side of the room, much to draco's disappointment.

" well, I'd come back later?" Harry asked

Draco thought for a moment before nodding " you're going to be at that get together at Ron's place, right " harry nodded " right, so pick me up. I don't think I'd be able to drive or apparate till then "

Harry nodded again before telling him when would be come to pick him up and finally going home with such eruptions of feelings he had once felt for Ginny, but something completely different. Harry didn't think much about it.

Over the next few days as harry spent picking up draco and helping him with regular things, he found it hard to resist himself from feeling things for him. Even if so he wanted to ignore them, he'd just find draco fondly looking at him and harry would blush like a flower and simply turn away, inappropriate thoughts rushing into his mind. The truth as harry spent thinking about in night was that, harry might've always liked draco in some way but right now, the way he felt just made him want to do things he could only possibly think of. But having learnt about heartbreak ages ago, he found himself Afraid of such feelings. He promised himself that he wouldn't fall for anyone who was just, ordinary but then again, draco wasn't ordinary.

The night finally came for the get together at Ron's place before he left for a 6 month mission to southern Europe and would not return until it's done. Despite the fact that it was a normal get together, everyone invited for forced not to dress too casual nor too formal, something harry never quite understood. Voila, comes the fashion king into his mind, draco. He had irrevocably amazing fashion sense and nobody could deny that so he picked up a few shirts, pants and jeans and drove to draco's place an hour early.

" you're early " Draco frowned as he opened the door wider for harry to come in

" fashion advice " and without a doubt draco understood what he meant..

They moved into the living room, draco settling down on the couch with harry standing in front of him with a bunch of clothes.

" what the hell not too casual and not too formal Is supposed to mean ?" Harry rolled his eyes as he dropped everything onto the chair.

" well technically it means the event is special but with close people. I have dibs on how maybe he's going to propose Hermione "

" you know what, I thought soo too " harry gossiped

" anyways, I think you should go with a nice pants and a button down shirt " draco suggested

" that's what I'm standing in " harry said with a as a matter of factedly face

" well- that's right. Show me what you got " draco ordered and one by one harry started showing him everything he could bring only for all of it to be rejected by him.

" well, we've run out of clothes " harry said as he looked down at the pile of shirts and pants on the other chair.

" that is true- you know what. I have a shirt for you, I bought it sometime ago but it's a bit lose and you can just pair it up with any of the black pants "

" what are you waiting for then. Show me " harry excitedly said

" well a fractured man can only walk so fast "

" you don't have a fracture "

" but I can take the advantage of saying that " Draco's voice echoed as he walked down the hallway into his bedroom, fetched the shirt and came back.

" I've got to admit you're quite dramatic. I'm pretty sure the sprain is fine by now. It doesn't even have a swelling " harry said as he took the shirt from draco's hands

" what do you know " draco narrowed his eyes at harry before settling down in the couch before harry.

Harry placed the blood red shirt over his chest, frowning at how good it looked

" didn't know you liked red now ?"

" rare occasions. Wear it. I've got to get ready too "

And with that Draco departed into his room to get ready. Harry had just began to put on his shirt when draco walked into the living room asking for something.

" oh " Draco's Throat echoed as he saw harry shirtless

" what ?"

" I didn't know you were- well undressed " draco blushed

" not like you haven't seen me this way before" Harry shrugged putting on the shirt.

Why, god, why, draco's inner voice screamed in lust.

" anyway- which one is better ?" Draco asked still blushing

" both are good draco. You've got a nice dressing sense "

" don't flatter me. I can't wear both, choose one " draco asked again. Harry scanned both the shirts.

" the light blue satin shirt. Makes your skin- eyes look good " harry Blushed.

Draco wondered what the fuck was harry blushing for when he was the one complimented with one of the finest compliments.

" I did not know that " draco said lowly

" well now you do " harry smiled. Draco nodded before walking away, the glimpse of harry rolling his sleeves invading his senses.

After about half an hour, they both were fully dressed and ready to go.

" you look good " harry complimented

" so do you " draco smiled in returned

" shall we ?" Harry as he pointed the door.

When Draco finally nodded, they both departed to Ron's place, realising the get together was at the roof top.

Half-way through the party, harry sensed Draco was probably right and was still finding it hard to not see Draco from all the way across the room. There was no men finer in the entire room other than him and harry hated it as much as he loved it. It was excruciating to find someone so attractive who was your best friend who you had no chance with but the desire to want him was longingly growing inside his chest.. he was so desirable across the entire room, bunched about with a few people, laughing and smiling over something harry couldn't possibly decipher. His thoughts ran in his head like an endless loop until the boy in Harry's desirable dreams saw him and paused his ongoing conversation and made his way towards harry. Caught in the act he tried to busy himself with the bottom of his shirt until the other man cleared his throat.

" oh, didn't see you there draco "

" right, so you were looking at ..."

" pansy. She looks good in that dress "

" Pansy isn't even here harry " draco chuckled, blocking Harry's line of sight.

" oh"

Draco genuinely smiled at harry knowing exactly that he wasn't the only boy caught in the loop of desiring the other.

" so you want to pretend that you weren't looking at me for half the party, not to mention with an admirable gaze " draco smirked crossing his arms in front of him

" that would be nice " harry frowned lightly

" well then I have to pretend that I wasn't checking you out back at the flat almost as admirably as you were " Draco smugly said as he shifted besides harry, standing against the railing..

" as long as we're pretending then I think I'll pretend I didn't check you out a couple of days ago when you were changing " harry replies smiling, almost liking this pretend game.

" okay then, I'll pretend that I haven't checked you out everytime you're shirtless, or everytime you wear one of my sweater or when you ruffle your hair " draco smirked. Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, slightly amused

" then I'll pretend that I didn't enjoy carrying you on mu back a few days ago because I got to be close with you " harry smirked

" then I'll pretend that I don't like being this close to you " draco said as he stepped forward..

" then I'll pretend that I don't have these fluttering feelings for you which seems to invade all my senses "

" I'll pretend that I haven't liked you for almost forever "

" then I'll pretend that I don't want to take you home right now "

" I'll pretend I didn't agree "

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" I knew you bought that shirt for me " harry lazily smiled as he softly grazed draco's naked arms spread over his chest covered on blankets

" don't flatter yourself potter " draco rolled his eyes as he snuggled further into harry

" fine I won't but doesn't stop me from teasing you about how you let me fuck almost 5 times last night alone " harry grinned cheekily as if it was proud achievement

" If you do it again, you are going to regret it " Draco softly threatened

" well you did let me, not once, not twice, not thrice, not fou- what's the word- four times , five times-"

" you're an asshole " draco rolled his eyes

" well I'd like to be your asshole, if you want me to be ?" Harry asked, worried if he had ruined the conversation by bringing this up.

" if you don't shut up and let me sleep, I won't let you be my asshole but if you do, I'd let you be so much more " draco yawned, tired from all the activities from last night.

Harry chuckled at the lightness of the tone before kissing the top of draco's forehead.

" sweet dreams angel "

And draco hummed, falling fast asleep again in Harry's arm..

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persephonestourrp · 6 years

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♫ Do you think I’m stuck up ‘cause I’m always picking fights? ♫

To say Sabrina Smythe was born with a silver spoon in her mouth was a gross understatement. After all, how many people were born into families rich enough to actually own penthouses on both coasts of the US and a villa in France?

Despite what after school specials would try to say about her life, she actually was pretty well loved and born in a long line of success, particularly on her dad’s side. Her grandfather, Marcus, had been a powerful lawyer that made the Smythe family well known, respected, and rich. Her dad, Adam, was also a lawyer, but for a music firm, and one of the best at that. He would often would sit her on his lap and tell her about his cases. He explained copyright laws to her when she was still learning how to tie her shoes. And under his watchful eye, Sabrina learned how to be truly cunning and clever.

Her mom, Colette, was also doting. While the two weren’t the closest, Sabrina learned French from speaking it with her Parisian mother growing up, and Colette said that even her two older siblings never learned it as well as she had. Sabrina just proved to be the brightest star in the family, much to the annoyance of her older brothers.

Eventually Sabrina went to a prestigious private school in New York City, just after finishing off a year of school in France. And seeing as it was an all girls school...well, Sabrina had a lot of fun. She had discovered she was gay at a fairly young age, but she didn’t come out to her family for a while. They weren’t homophobic or anything -- her dad couldn’t be if he wanted to work in the music business and her mom was French -- but after years of being perfect, well, she wasn’t sure she wanted to tarnish that image. As accepting as her parents would be, she knew that her mom had been planning some big wedding for her one day and her dad and brothers always joked about pointing a gun at any guy who tried to date her. She was pretty sure if she told her family she’d willingly pull the trigger, they’d be a bit disappointed.

Eventually she finally came out and...it wasn’t really a big deal. No one particularly cared and there was very little fanfare. It was fine. Well, mostly fine. Her parents were accepting....sorta. But she could tell they weren’t 100% comfortable with it.

Instead of focusing on that, Sabrina just threw herself into school and her high school choir. She quickly started leading it, pushing them harder than before and looking damn good while doing it. Well, she assumed so, seeing as many members of the choir would fall into bed with her over her time there. So when it came time to choose a college, Sabrina chose Scripps, a school in southern California that was part of a five college consortium. She could take classes in various programs at the other schools, but being at Scripps in particular meant she would, yet again, be in an all girls school. While she planned on studying pre-law and economics, she was definitely much more interested in studying the student body - and bodies.

♫ You might think I’m one thing, but I am another ♫

At Scripps, Sabrina had a lot of fun. Okay, sometimes too much fun. As fascinated as she was by the legal and economic classes she took, it was hard to care about homework when she could play rugby with other girls and hook up with others or even drive out of a town to an almost exclusively female strip club.

Sabrina fell hard into the party scene, eventually even surpassing the rugby girls. Most Fridays she could be found drunk off her ass and she’d wake up on Sunday with a massive hangover and several stories about herself she couldn’t remember. There were definitely a lot of stories about her doing karaoke to the Grease soundtrack while topless. So, like, at least she wasn’t hurting herself or anything.

Of course, her grades started to suffer. She still passed her classes, but she went from being an honor roll student to a C average...C+ if her professors were extremely generous. So...she started taking Adderall to help with her class work. Then, when she realized how much rich white kids in the OC loved uppers, Sabrina started to sell some at parties. And, okay there were definitely a handful of times when she could be found snorting some of it as well, but, hey, she did a bitching version of “Summer Nights”.

But all things must end, and her senior year finally came. It turned out her average grades weren’t enough for the top law schools she applied for after graduation. Even with her last name on the application, Harvard, Yale, and even Cornell turned her down. And Cornell was basically community college, like why even go to college if you only got into Cornell. So Sabrina graduated to be very popular, but with no plans for her future.

The once brightest star of the Smythe family was completely lost.

Adam was confused and disappointed, but he was still willing to help his daughter in any way possible. So he pulled a few strings and got her a job at the music firm. While she didn’t have a law degree and therefore couldn’t really help him, she had also had the economics degree, so he figured she’d be a good candidate working with the managers. He figured eventually they could have her apply to get her MBA instead and she could pursue a career in economics.

But, to everyone’s surprise...Sabrina kind of loved the managerial stuff. As a junior staff member, she learned how they found new talent, what kind of paperwork they signed with the music firm, and how to market artists. It was like taking every interest she had -- music, social media, manipulating the minds of people around her -- and using it to her advantage.

So one day, after working for New Directions for over a year, she was in New York for vacation (while her dad worked on both coasts, she mainly frequented LA), and she decided to go to a bar that apparently had live music. The first band was some awful guys trying to be Nirvana and failing, and the next band didn’t look much more promising; they were all hot women, which Sabrina appreciated, but they brought out some keyboard with pre-recorded beats. She was about to just flirt with some of the women next to her, but then The Sirens started to play, and like a sailor at sea, she was drawn in by The Sirens.

Sabrina immediately found them after their set and got some details about them carefully. She learned they were all students, that they all were involved in the creative process together, and that they could never find a female drummer who could stay. She also learned that Kat Hummel had some hypnotizing eyes and could fire back at Sabrina faster than anyone else she ever met; Quinn Fabray was possibly smarter than she was; Marley Rose was just as sweet and funny as she looked; and Norah Puckerman was very similar to her, which meant Sabrina liked her a whole bunch. She left them with her business card and got their contact info, including their website, Facebook page, and even Kat’s YouTube channel.

After that, things fell into place quite easily, and Sabrina finally signed her first band. Using all of her cunning and training, Sabrina marketed the girls well and by the end of May they had a hit record on their hands. And as she pushed the #puckerose angle and the gay angle and the feminist angle whenever possible, they just got more successful.

Eventually Quinn’s told Sabrina about her cousin Kitty Wilde and the band she had started, Divine Influence. Sabrina agreed to got to California to listen to them and was impressed enough to get them an audition. They soon got a contract as well. Due to the similar styles and the fact that she “discovered” them, it only made sense that Sabrina also took on Divine Influence. Using the similar formula she used on The Sirens, Divine Influence soon hit the Billboard charts in a major way.

And after The Sirens released their second album and were successful enough to warrant a world tour, Divine Influence signed on as well. So now Sabrina gets to go travel the world. She gets to do what she does best -- do her job and look damn good while doing it. It’s the only way she knows how to do things, after all. And she definitely plans on getting laid as much as possible during the trip.

And, being Sabrina, she still plans on partying. A lot. But, no, her partying ways have calmed down a lot since college. Now it’s only drinking and maybe a bit of weed every now and then. Sabrina is a professional woman now who takes her job very seriously -- especially since it’s so close to the public eye. Summer Nights Sabrina hasn’t made a public appearance in years, but Sabrina’s still on edge. So far, through careful manipulation, no one at her job or in her family have seen pictures or gotten any evidence of her partying past. Yet.

With that, as well as a few other skeletons in her closet, Sabrina has a lot riding on this tour.

♫ You can’t call my bluff ♫

Samantha Evans: When Sabrina first started college, one of her rugby teammates told her about this lesbian based strip club, she had to get in on that action. It was fairly far, so she didn’t go too often, but when she moved to LA for that music firm job, she could go more often. It was there that she first saw White Chocolate, a gorgeous blonde with killer abs and the poutiest lips she had ever seen. And when the girl locked eyes with her and crawled over to get her tip, her eyes widening at how much Sabrina offered, Sabrina was enraptured. She ended up coming way too often to that little strip joint and spent way too much money in tips and for private rooms with a few of the dancers, but mainly with that little blondie (she was sure her father would be oh so proud to know where his money was spent). So imagine Sabrina’s horror when, after years of this arrangement, she found out the newest band under her care had a guitarist with the same pouty lips, the same blonde hair, and a look of horror in her eyes when she took in Sabrina. She tried to get others to take over the band, but with their relationship with The Sirens, it didn’t make sense. So Sabrina has since pulled Sam aside and, as much as she finally wanted to taste those pretty lips, she’s explained that their relationship will remain strictly professional. No one can know about Sam’s old job and Sabrina isn’t too fond of people finding out that she spent hundreds of dollars at a strip club.

Katrina Hummel: Kat is the perfect client; she’s charming in interviews, she’s responsible and always prepared for rehearsals, and she already had some fame and social media influence before The Sirens premiered. But, damn it, sometimes Sabrina wishes they didn’t work together. So, okay, maybe one night after the success of that first album release party, they drank a bit too much champagne and maybe things got a bit heated and just maybe they spent a night together that rocked Sabrina’s world more than she’d like to admit -- it turns out pianists-turned-bassists have a whole set of talented fingers. And maybe it happened a few times after that, but that’s all on the DL since they promised to keep it a secret. Honestly, Sabrina would love to do something with her again, but she knows Kat wants that whole fairy tale future thing with a big wedding with the white dresses and all and Sabrina, as much as she really does love and care for Kat, doesn’t want that. Like, ever. If she was cool with just hooking up, Sabrina would sleep with her again...and again and again, but she knows that it really isn’t what Kat wants, so she has to stay strong. But, again, have you seen those eyes? Or her body? Or those perfectly manicured fingers?

Santana Lopez: Santana is one of Sabrina’s favorite people. Ever since the two met, they’ve gotten along really well. They’re both sarcastic, gay, and dedicated to their jobs. Santana even more so, because she has to work against the whole nudes on the internet thing, but whatever. She works hard and can play hard when she lets her hair down (in the figurative sense). So when Sabrina had to pick a publicist, she obviously picked Santana. It’s her first big job so she knows the woman’s worried, but she also knows that if anyone can handle it, it’s Santana. Sabrina also already told her about the Jackie stuff and about Sam’s job. She just may have forgotten to tell her about how Sabrina was one of her most frequent clients. And about the Kat stuff. And the very unprofessional photos of her that are certainly floating around out there. But, hey, it’s very unlikely that stuff will leak anyways.

Norah Puckerman: Sabrina knows she shouldn’t play favorites, but Norah might be her favorite of all of her clients. Despite some obvious class differences, the two have a lot in common in how they see life and definitely how they see sex. Norah is one of the few people that can make Sabrina crack up and she’s proven to be a a worthy wing woman. On the last tour, they both helped the other get many a hook up (to be honest, Sabrina’s job wasn’t that hard seeing as Norah was famous and a lot of fans of all genders wanted in her pants already), and Sabrina’s honestly excited to have that happen again. Hell, Norah even posts pictures of Marley and endures all the Puckerose shippers without being asked. The only issue Sabrina has with Norah is the fact that, as funny as she is, her unfiltered comments have ruffled a few feathers and Sabrina’s afraid that one day she might cause a PR disaster. Her interviews are either stiff and uncomfortable or come across a bit rude. Thankfully, Kat already agreed to help with PR while they room together over the tour. As long as she tries to learn from Kat and keeps posting pictures of Marley on social media, Sabrina will handle it all in stride...and hopefully the whole Jackie thing won’t blow up in her face.

Rachel Berry: Between everything going on with Sam, Sabrina would admit she didn’t really pay attention to the rest of Divine Influence as much as she should have. She did her usual work, like checking in on them and all of that and helping them manage some press and PR, but she didn’t really get to know them that well. Of course, that all changed when Quinn brought Rachel’s anxiety issues to her attention. Yeah, Sabrina was worried for purely business reasons at first, but, in all honesty, she really cares about Rachel, too. While she won’t admit it, part of her feels slightly responsible -- maybe if she paid more attention she wouldn’t be freaking out so much. Maybe she could’ve caught it earlier and got her in therapy sooner. Maybe she was too hard on her during the recording process. While Sabrina can seem soulless, she honestly loves and cares about all of the girls she works with, and she feels like she didn’t do her job. Still, Rachel has proven to be resilient, so she’s not being like some mother hen, but she’s been hanging out with her more outside of work functions.

Jackie Puckerman: When Jackie overheard some important and top-secret information, Sabrina knew she was fucked. She was ready to offer anything up to her. But then Jackie just wanted a bit of money and a job on tour. Then Jackie revealed why she wanted it and...god. Sabrina hates being in this position, the position of lying to her friend and client, Norah, and acting like she doesn’t know Jackie’s real last name. But she’s going along with it, because she can’t let what happened between her and Sam get out. It’s just yet another thing that she’s panicking about, but hopefully it won’t all blow up in her face...and hopefully Norah doesn’t hate her if she finds out.

Quinn Fabray: Ever since Sabrina first met The Sirens, she took a liking to Quinn. Sabrina, though maybe not an honor roll student anymore, was always a precocious child and a well-read adult. It wasn’t often she met someone else like that, but Quinn seems to know even more than her. She kinda likes it, since it’s always good to have someone to keep her on her toes and suggest some good literature. Despite working with her for years, Sabrina still doesn’t seem to know much about her. Quinn is a pretty private person, and Sabrina only really knows little bits about her past. Honestly, though, it just has increased Sabrina’s curiosity and she’s just...intrigued by her. Is it a sexual thing? Well...maybe. After all, Quinn is beautiful, and there’s always something hot about a woman who keeps some things a mystery.

Blair Anderson: Blair has been the best and most stress free client during this whole tour. Blair is a hard worker, is always on time for rehearsals and departures, she loves what she does, and she even has come up with some good ideas for her and Jackie’s little thing off to the sides. Sabrina’s even considering throwing her a solo or two in the encore plans. But, at least for now, Sabrina is just happy to have someone on this tour that isn’t carrying around a lot of drama. Or, well, at least drama that Sabrina has to deal with. She knows that Blair is just waiting to get a recording contract from her, and while Sabrina normally wouldn’t put too much thought into it, she’s actually considering it this time.

Kitty Wilde: Much like Quinn, Kitty is almost too smart for her own good and also pretty private. Must be a family thing, huh? While she has no problem voicing her opinion, much like her cousin, Kitty doesn’t share much with Sabrina. She sees it all as a kind of business, which is fair enough; it’s nice having someone in Divine Influence who doesn’t have some big secret Sabrina has to hide. Still, Sabrina recognizes that Kitty is smart and, like her name might suggest, sneaky. If she wants to keep those secrets with Rachel and Sam, she’s going to have to stay on her toes around that girl.

Fiona Hudson: When Kat asked if Fiona could work on the tour with them and used her big eyes and flirty little smirk - the kind that seemed so out of place and unexpected but so hot on her - Sabrina couldn’t say no. She got Fiona the training needed and she did her job well and that was that. She thought that was the end of it, but Fiona’s getting on well with Quinn and Norah and she’s playing well, so Sabrina’s thinking it might be time to get her girls an actual drummer. And, hey, what better way to introduce a girl to the group than by having someone actually related to two of the members join? It seems like a perfect fit for her. So if Fiona pulls this off, Sabrina will have that contract ready in two seconds flat.

Marley Rose: Oh sweet, adorable, kind Marley Rose. Marley is undoubtedly talented and beautiful and all of those things people rave about her, but Sabrina can tell that the singer has some animosity towards her. Marley does a good job of hiding it, of course, but Sabrina has always been good at reading people. Well, at least when it comes to people being annoyed by her. She knows Kat never told Marley what happened since Marley would’ve told her off by now if she knew, but she wouldn’t be surprised if Marley sensed something happened. After all, Marley and Kat grew up together and seemed to develop some weird kind of twin-like telepathy. She also knows Marley isn’t a fan of how much Sabrina pumps up the Puckerose fangirls, but that’s just Sabrina doing her job. It’s the same thing when Sabrina tries to get her to go public with her eating disorder -- which, Sabrina would point out, could help thousands of girls who need inspiration, as well as bring them some great press. Of course, Marley will never admit she doesn’t like her since she’s too smart to speak badly about someone in charge of her career, and they do get along well most of the time. Still, Sabrina wouldn’t be surprised if Marley finally blows up after months on tour.

♫ Time to back off, motherfucker ♫

Are there any pics still floating around from your wild years?

I see what you’re trying to do here, and it’s cute, really. As if I haven’t vetted many a girl for a dark past. Which, newsflash, we all have things floating around that we’re not too fond of being dug up. To answer your question: yes. But is it relevant to who I am today: no. It’s called growing up.

Who would you rather hook up with again: Evans or Hummel?

Who says I’d have to choose? But in the face of professionalism and not completely destroying my future more than I’ve managed in the past, we’ll go with neither of them.

JBI asks: Are there any Divine Influence vs The Sirens catfights?

As far as I’m concerned these girls are the perfect match of battling personalities, they balance each other out. While your definition of catfight and mine differ, I’d have to say no. No hair pulling. No claws, unless you count Kitty. And Puckerman, really, is the only one we have to worry about. Sorry to rain on your gossip parade.

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