zoe!

anyone who knew zoe puckerman knew she didn’t stop until she got what she wanted, and in this case, she wanted answers. from renzo. “lorenzo adams,” zoe snapped, kicking the toe of her boot against his door. “if you don’t open this fucking door right now, i-” as if on cue, the door opened to reveal the man in question. “hi,” she sighed, undeniably happy to see him alive. another thing that still left her dumbfounded on a daily basis. “oh please,” she laughed whilst throwing herself down on his bed. “you’d be fucking lucky to let those freshman think we used to bang. i’m out of your league, adams,” their playful banter was clearly one of the things that stayed the same. “where were you? you missed class.”

-

renzo rolled his eyes at her quick transition from soft to snark. this crazy girl really must have thought something was wrong. “get out of here, i bring tens back to this dorm room okay!” he teased. he dug through his closet and threw on a sweatshirt before plopping down on the bed beside her. he scratched the back of his neck at her question. “i didn’t even tell dr. burman...so i wasn’t really planning on telling you to be honest.” he said with a shrug. for a moment he thought he was gonna tell her the truth...but he knew zoe wouldn’t be a big fan of him basically playing father for his own dad. “i just was hungover this morning. i got some coffee and shit instead of going to class.” he spat out with a shrug. 

renzo loved doordashing at night. he always ended up with the funniest stories, got to smell some great food and get better dinner ideas, and most importantly...got to get out of his residence hall at peak shenanigan hours. after picking up an order was headed to deliver to an ‘aurora’ at NYU. the name sounded familiar...but renzo was drawing a blank. he pulled up to an NYU building and rolled down his window, jutting his hand out with the takeout bag. When he squinted at the girl walking up he had a realization. “oh shit...you look mad familiar? are we in a class together or something?” @thechoirroomaurora​

-

renzo was definitely someone who dealt with his problems internally. sometimes that manifested with him deflecting or imposing his problems on other people…but he was working on that. but today he got in a fight with his biological dad. they had been in touch recently, and though their interactions were usually limited to renzo throwing money at him to shut him up…renzo thought he would try for once. he skipped class and got breakfast with his dad at some brunch spot in the city. long story short, his dad ended up calling a server a slur and renzo ended up cursing him out and throwing him out of the establishment. he was just embarrassed. so embarrassed that he didn’t want to talk to anyone about it. zoe’s persistent banging and yelling left him with no choice. he threw off his covers and flung open the door to his dorm room, in nothing but his sweats and an undershirt. “get the fuck in here and stop yelling.” he shouted back at her, closing the door as he ushered her in. “you can’t just show up here and cause a scene like that, my residents are gonna think I broke your heart or some shit. I got a positive reputation to uphold.” he sassed.

you’re really quite the mess

WHO: zoe puckerman & @renzoadams​ WHEN: monday, march 22nd WHERE: renzo’s dorm honey

zoe puckerman wasn’t sure when she started caring about renzo adams, or his whereabouts. there was something special about their rivalry in high school, but somewhere between being trapped in nyc together and getting to actually know each other, she’d come to think of him as somewhat of a friend. still an annoying, loud, and obnoxious gnat - but now one that she tolerated. suffice it to say, when renzo didn’t show up for their 8am communications class and then didn’t answer any of zoe’s 12 texts? she was a little concerned. after hiking it to renzo’s building and taking the elevator to his floor, zoe marched herself to renzo’s dorm room. “renzo adams,” she yelled as her knuckles rapped against the door. “you open this door right now so help me god.”

TEXT: renzo & vanessa

NESSA: be a smart ass, see how far that gets u

NESSA: yeah wbk

NESSA: is this how u flirt?

RENZO: don't act like u don't like it :P

RENZO: i mean word on the street is you like assholes? just tryna play the part 4 u. i can be nice though, i got layers and shit.

TEXT: renzo & vanessa

NESSA: okay what fucking century are u living in?

NESSA: "studying" doesn't mean studying

NESSA: but good, looking fwd to it

NESSA: do u need a ride?

RENZO: i'm from the century where people say what they fucking mean 😬

RENZO: i've been wanting to study with you for a long time though, highkey.

RENZO: oh you mean you're finally gonna pay me back for chaperonin' your ass for GOTY?

TEXT: renzo & vanessa

NESSA: hey

NESSA: wyd tomorrow after school?

NESSA: wanna come over and study w me?

RENZO: you're fucking crazy hahaha

RENZO: all of your friends are smarter than me.

RENZO: but i'm also not gonna say no so it's too late to take it back 😘

ocean avenue - renzo’s nd audition

who: renzo adams (mentions of: @zoepuckerman , @theobeiste , @bentleylynn , the gleeks. where: choir room when: tuesday, march 2nd, 2020

Renzo stood outside the choir room playing games on his phone, wearing an oversized black tee and ripped skinny jeans. Theo and Zoe walked past and looked at each other before directing their attention to him. “Yo Adams, dumpster is that way.” Theo teased as they walked by. Renzo simply stuck up a middle finger, not even looking up from his phone. 

as the glee club trickled into the choir room for glee rehearsal on tuesday, they would be met with some of the band members already set up for a performance. bentley scanned the room as people walked in, making sure that everyone was present. as jazmine and ivy strolled in and took their seats beside each other, he nodded to the rest of the band. He slapped his drumsticks together with a “5,6,7,8″. A sudden bass guitar intro filled the room, catching the attention of the gleeks. Moments later, Renzo Adams was strutting through the door way singing the opening lyrics of Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard. 

“There's a place off Ocean Avenue Where I used to sit and talk with you We were both 16 and it felt so right Sleeping all day staying up all (Night) Staying up all (Night)”

renzo strutted around the choir room chairs as he sang the next part of the verse. being the messy king he was, he was excited to see some of the shocked faces of people surprised to see him back in the choir room. He landed in front of julien and cheekily ruffled the boys hair as he ended the first verse, trekking toward the band to mosh with them for the chorus. 

“If I could find you now things would get better We could leave this town and run forever Let your waves crash down on me and take me away, yeah“

renzo didn’t really have any ulterior motives with all of this. not this time, at least. after missing out on getting cast in a lead role for spring awakening...renzo was ready for more opportunities to perform. after his fight with austin and hockey ending...he realized the things he wanted to do and the people he wanted to spend time with were all in this choir room. he didn’t think he was the best singer...but he also didn’t think half of the people in this room were that amazing vocally. so he asked dan if he could go ahead and audition. 

as renzo closed out the song he took a deep breath and looked ahead to the group before him. “Surprise. I’m auditioning to join you gleeky bitches.” He teased with a smile. “I don’t know how this works...do you guys like vote now...american idol style?” he asked, still breathing deeply. 

there were a couple of positives about being forced to join the new directions for a week. 1.) he got to spend quality time with his favorite therapist miss lj. 2.) he got to do vocal warmups the week leading up to his audition, which was dank as hell. 3.) he randomly bonded with some of the band kids while ignoring dan and ended up getting some of them to back him up for his audition. and 4.), the most important positive of them all, he got to see austin palpably uncomfortable everyday. he stepped onto the stage significantly more confidently than he did the night of his into the woods audition. 

“hey! remember me? lorenzo adams. i’m back...” he said, working really hard to not add a ‘bitch’ at the end. his band set up on stage behind him. see...renzo knew he wasn’t the best singer or performer of all the guys that were auditioning. but he’d sat through a college production of spring awakening that his mother directed back in the city, and he remembered being obsessed with moritz. he was a scrawny enough for a role like that. more importantly, he felt like it would be a character that was actually challenging to act like...as opposed to an asshole prince (aka what renzo was in real life). in an attempt to visually seal the deal, he was scrapped together a performance reflective of moritz’s inner rocker. with a band behind him and a mic stand in his hands, renzo definitely felt like he could pull it off. 

“i’m gonna audition for moritz.” he said with a solemn nod. “and i’ll sing in english this time, why not?” he teased, winking at the casting directors. he turned away from the audience and nodded at the band, who were all ready to go. as the guitarist starting fingering notes and drummer came in, renzo began to feel himself...swaying to the music. 

“Young and full of running Tell me where is that taking me? Just a great figure eight Or a tiny infinity?”

as he sang he kept a hyper focus on the directors, attempting to mimic the intensity he saw in moritz...even if his song choice was a bit more laidback. “Don't say a word just come over and lie here with me,” he sang as he arrived to the chorus, “'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see“.

in some weird way...renzo was starting to really enjoy performing. as he sang he remembered his experience with into the woods. even though he had to deal with one on one rehearsals with that dick davis...it was actually really fun. he couldn’t help but smile through his performance of the song. even if he didn’t get the role he was hoping for, being part of spring awakening at all was sure to be full of great memories. hockey was kinda shitty this year...and tennis couldn’t be much more fun with the state of his dynamic with zoe. he kinda needed an outlet like this. after singing the last note, renzo looked out to the directors...flashing a peace sign.

if worst came to worst...he could always just hang around with the new directions right? they had way lower standards than the lima playhouse and a lot of his friends were a part of it. either way...renzo walked out of the audition with a renewed purpose.

renzo was more than happy to take and break from dancing like a maniac and catch up with frankie. the duo hadn’t had one on one time in a while. he thought they were just going to vibe, talk about life, and dryflirt like they usually did. instead frankie came out swinging. he was in the middle of hitting his vape when she spoke, and left him coughing and sputtering smoke. “damn ma you can’t start a fucking conversation like that.” he scoffed before taking her joint. “okay what the fuck do you want to know? it was good? if she wanted to have sex again i’d probably say yes.” he said upfront. “did zoe send you? are you her muscle or some shit now?” he laughed.

CATCH THESE HANDS

tagging: frankie + @renzoadams​ when: sunday, february 14th where: candyland

Valentine’s Day was an absolute crock of shit, and as Frankie stood amongst her peers, who were radiating a whole helluva lot more happiness than her, she couldn’t help but wonder why she had decided to come. First of all, she didn’t have a date. She had been snuck into the establishment by the one and only, LJ Holliday (fuck, she deserved employee of the month) and couldn’t help but want to get the fuck out now. Second of all, it was really depressing having to watch all of your friends and ex-girlfriend having the time of their lives when she couldn’t even seem to crack a smile with her high wearing off. She needed a relief - that is, until her eyes landed on one Lorenzo Adams. The dude was someone that Frankie had always been cool with, but ever since hearing about how he was the one to deflower her cousin? She couldn’t help but hold some sort of feeling about him. She wasn’t sure if that was good or bad, but it didn’t stop her feet from moving in his direction. “Wanna smoke break?” She asked with a nod of greeting in his direction. Once he agreed and they made their journey out to the back alley of Breadstix, Frankie lit a j before she was taking a hit. “So I heard you fucked my cousin,” she began, raising an eyebrow before she was passing it off to him. “Do you have any intentions with her?” This seemed very ‘Sopranos’, and Frankie couldn’t help but smirk in his direction. Maybe she was the Mafia baby at this party.

Renzo hopped out of the Cadillac with one goal in mind: find some poor sap to get into the party with. He knew LJ was sneaking people in through the back, but he also knew he made a big stink about not having a date to this thing. Candy would throw his ass out sooner than he could open his mouth to say something salty. He needed a cover. As if on queue, he heard Noah’s voice. He smirked in her direction. “Stop the cap. I know you know I’m charming. I have cold hard evidence.” He teased. “But Candy isn’t letting my ass in unless I’m boo’d up....fersure.” He added. They stood in silence for a moment. He looked at Noah suggestively. “Unless.....”

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰/ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 // PARA

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @renzoadams​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Sunday, February 14th. Night.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Breadstix. Candyland.

Noah didn’t believe in Candy’s little rule. There was no way she would actually be denied entry into Breadstix of all places, but she was in the shock of her life when she went up to the front door of Breadstix where a guy was standing guard and making sure no single people went in. Noah tried to bribe her way in with the miniscule bit of Fabray charm she had, but he still didn’t budge. Whatever. It wasn’t that big of a deal anyway! And maybe she could just text LJ and try to get in through the back, but even that didn’t seem worth it for a holiday she didn’t care about. Pivoting on her heel, she began walking back to her car before spotting Renzo. Alone. “I wouldn’t try it,” she began saying, walking nearer to him than her car. “If they’re not letting me in, there’s no way in hell you’re charming enough to get through.”

austin!

RENZO HAD A POINT. the other guys who even eyed being goalie were shit and without renzo, the team would probably have a losing streak rather than a winning one. austin wasn’t going to tell him that though, so instead he scoffed, ignoring the statement from renzo though. he was hoping that this was over and done with before things got nasty, but renzo just had to open his mouth. austin groaned, and turned to look at the other, “fucking christ, adams, do you ever shut up?” he asked, “i wasn’t gonna kill schue, untwist your panties.” austin murmured, then explained, “he was just testing me. kinda like you are right now. so think about your next words carefully, and decide if it’s worth it.” then again, he turned to his locker, blood still boiling. if renzo started something, he’d fight back, but he wasn’t looking to get into two different fights in the span of two months.

renzo stared back at austin. “you’re right, it’s not fucking worth it.” renzo said gently, before grabbing austin and clocking him in the face. the whole locker room roared with energy. naturally, austin fought back. for the next couple of moments they were savages, beating each other senseless. The rest of the hockey team crowded around them recording and egging them on. What separated the crowd succinct “Hey!” as Coach Evans and Coach Tinsley walked into the locker-room and pulled the duo apart. Next thing they knew, Austin and Renzo were sat in the principal’s office face to face with Remington. He had one question: “what the hell is going on?”. renzo shot an annoyed look at austin. “i want to hear what the captain has to say.” he jabbed.

austin!

WHO THE FUCK WAS LORENZO ADAMS? as far as austin was concerned, he was just another nobody who was getting way too much attention from the mckinley student body. “oh shut the fuck up man.” he scoffed, stepping up to renzo. with a palpable tension, austin flexed his fingers down at his side just in case he need to start swinging. staring the other down, he began, “do i need to remind you who the fuck is captain?” he asked rhetorically, “or do you wanna take schue’s place and get checked hard as hell next practice?” austin threatened, in a near whisper, making his point clear. finally, he added, “or i could just slushie you next time i see you in the hall, there’s a lot of fucking ways this can go, and you win in none of them adams, so fuck off, and stop acting like some hero. nobody cares.” and with that, he pushed past renzo bumping him with his shoulder, and headed to his gym locker.

>:(

renzo smiled as austin got in his face. he’d been doing pretty good not getting into fights this schoolyear. he knew his mom was pretty proud. he knew she would be less proud if she smacked that smug look off of austin’s face. “fuck me up if you want to, shithead. you and i both know i’m the only decent fucking goalie on this team.” he said, eyeing the other lackeys in the locker room. “so if i lose you lose, bitch.” he scoffed. he watched as austin walked over to his locker and chuckled to himself. “quick question though...what kinda captain beats the shit out of one of his teammates? what the fuck were you gonna do if i didn’t pull you off, huh? kill the fucking kid?” he responded, stepping closer to austin. 

renzo was in the middle of his workout when a bunch of the loud ass hockey players barged into the locker room. he saw the slushy cups in their hands. he heard what just went down. he shook his head as he made eye contact with austin, dropping his barbell in front of his feet. “i’m sad that you’re a fucking white trash stereotype, nelson.” he said with a shrug. “also sad about your jaw being lopsided. it’s a real tragedy.” renzo said. normally he could survive without stepping to austin...but with julien off the team and bentley off in another room, there was no one to hold him back. 

𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 ( renzo & austin )

THE HOCKEY TEAM had been tense ever since julien had quit. austin didn’t really give a fuck though, if schuester wanted to go be a full time glee-atch, that was his loss. and if the other guys wanted to talk shit, he’d remind them just who was captain. austin as always, was largely unaffected by all the shit talk surrounding him. so as he walked into the boys locker room with a couple of other players, roaring with laughter and chatting after slushying jbi jr. he almost didn’t catch the undeniably disapproving look from renzo. pausing in place, hands stuffed in the pockets of his letterman, he chuckled, “what the fuck is up with you adams? sad you missed all the fun?” @renzoadams​

michael!

😑

Renzo was a fucking idiot. But he was one of Michael’s favorite idiots. None of their bickering or roasting was real. It was just fun and stupid, and it kept the two of them laughing non-stop whenever they were together. “I missed your egg head looking ass too,” he responded with a shrug. That was as close as Michael was ever going to seriously admit to missing someone whose name wasn’t Otto, or wasn’t one of his parents. “You did fucking what?” Michael questioned, letting out a laugh. Alright, maybe he was wrong. Clearly, Renzo did have some exciting shit going on in his life. “Does she know you banged her sister?” He asked, lowering his voice to match Renzo’s. This was obviously not information he wanted spreading around the garage and Michael could respect that. “Do you like her kid sister or were you just fucking around? Either way, can I come to your funeral when she kills you? Zoe’s obviously crazy.”

>:/

renzo shrugged. somehow zoe found out. he told lj that fucking family shared everything with each other. “it just happened, man. i think i give off like this...so charming aroma or some shit when i’m drunk. i hook up at every party and she was there ya know.” he said with a shrug. not that he didn’t like noah, she was cool. definitely cooler than her crazy sister. “everyone keeps saying that but i don’t think zoe would kill me. i think she’s one of those “some fates are worse than death” ass bitches. she’s gonna pull some fucking brujeria on me or some shit.” he said as he popped out from Michael’s hood. 

michael!

😑

Michael knew he should have expected some bullshit from Renzo. They weren’t having a real conversation if they weren’t roasting each other back and forth. He didn’t expect his friend to come out swinging right out of the gate like that though. He burst into laughter as he shook his head, taking in the playful gut punch from Renzo. “You are the stupidest mother fucker I have ever met in my life. So fucking dumb,” he retorted, watching as Renzo started messing around with his car. Renzo wasn’t completely wrong. It had been a minute since they hung out. “Just say you fucking miss me and let’s move on with this shit,” he teased, walking over to stand near his car. He was still going to hang back and let Renzo do his thing since he knew absolutely nothing about fixing cars. “Alright. So, we’ve covered that I’ve got a girl and you’re forever alone. The fuck else you been up to, loser?”

!!!

Renzo smirked as Michael berated him. The big lug was probably the only person who could talk to him like that without getting a venomous mouthful (or even a fistful) back. as he fucked around beneath mike’s hood he shot him a cheeky look. “yes i missed your muscular green bean ass. i’m man enough to say it.” he teased. when the tables turned and michael was looking for an update on renzo’s life...he froze a bit. he realized the only one he had confided in lately was lj. his voice got a little bit quiet, knowing that max was related to the people he was about to talk shit about. “i kinda popped zoe’s sister’s cherry.” he said with a shrug. “which sucks cuz after talking with theo i think the beef was mellowing out a bit. barbie kinda hates me again i think.” he said with a shrug. 

burt was home for the day, which was wholly exciting. it meant renzo could get away with blasting trap music from the speakers. he was completely in his bag, bobbing his head as he took inventory of their stock. as he saw a very familiar vehicle pull up, he smirked to himself and stepped over toward michael. he looked around as michael started talking. “i’m sorry, max, did you hear something??? pablo??? i could have sworn some whipped stranger was talking to me.” he teased, chuckling to himself. “got some puhnani and now you don’t wanna talk to nobody. i should charge you extra, chang.” renzo teased, lightly punching michael in the gut before walking over to his car.

that’s what friends are for //

𝐖𝐇𝐎: michael chang iii & @renzoadams​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: friday, feb 5. after school. 

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: hummel tires and lube

The Changs were good at a lot of things. Michael would argue that they were probably one of the smartest families in Lima, but that intelligence didn’t translate into being able to fix things. At all. Manual labor wasn’t really Michael’s thing. Whenever there was something wrong with his car, he always got someone else to look at it. He was a smart guy, but getting his hands dirty wasn’t really his area of interest. Plus, going to the garage was a surefire way to annoy Renzo for half an hour, maybe an hour if they were busy. He pulled in his car and let out a small sigh as he parked it. He looked over and saw that Fababy loser, and knew he wasn’t going to go to him to get his oil changed. He was heading up to regionals to support Otto on Saturday, so he figured he should have his car in good shape before taking the hour-long drive. “Yo,” he greeted as he stepped out of his car and tossed his keys over to Renzo. “My car’s making a weird fucking sound. I don’t know. Could be an oil change or whatever, but I don’t want that shit to break down on me,” he explained, shrugging his shoulders. “I figured I could get your ugly ass to fix it.”

renzo wasn’t a frequenter of the school locker room. he preferred to work out in the sanctity of his own home. no unwarranted images of smelly boys in jockstraps, no cringe locker room talk, it was just easier that way. but he didn’t have a lot of weights at home...and today he wanted to get some pump in. after a full workout he went to grab his backpack out of his locker when he spotted dom. “what’s up, bitch?” he questioned with an eyebrow wiggle. “don’t get too excited about having a new pretty face to work out with, this was a one day thing.” he teased, throwing his backpack on. @domtinsley