slidingmoments

Who: Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel
What: I will try to fix you
Where: Home at the beach house
When: A couple of weeks after they move in together

Kurt had slipped last night, and he had slipped bad. Blaine wasn't even sure what triggered it, and the night before hadn't been the time to try to figure it out either. Kurt had been in an absolute mess. Mercedes and Blaine had gotten together to make everyone a roast for dinner, but Kurt was off in his mood in general right from the get-go. He wasn't bitchy, he was just a little short and withdrawn but when asked if anything was wrong, he had denied it. Blaine knew Kurt may have bad days in his recovery, so he had put it down to just that. Turned out that Kurt wasn't doing well, and in the wake of the large meal, it was a slippery spiral downwards. Everyone was chatting happily at the table that Kurt excusing himself was just fleetingly acknowledged. They had all been lulled into a false sense of security that Kurt was well on the mend, and it came as a rude shock complete with epic guilt that his slip passed them by initially. No one had seen the signs, not even Blaine... and Blaine knew it was his job to see them.

By the time he realised Kurt hadn't returned to the table, it was too late. He got to the bathroom but it was locked an he had to unlock it with a knife to even get in. Kurt had tried to make himself sick so desperately and forcefully that it was everywhere and he had scraped the back of his throat with his fingers making it bleed. He also managed to get about two-thirds a bottle of laxatives into him, which spent the rest of the night kicked into full gear. It was awful, and everyone was shocked they had missed it.

It had been around 3am that Kurt finally got a little relief and fell asleep sitting on the toilet because he was scared to leave it. Blaine cleaned him up and carried him to bed, tucking him in, and then proceeded to sit outside the bedroom door on the floor and bawl his eyes out because he felt like he let Kurt down. It was nearing lunchtime the following day now, and Blaine went in to their room to check on Kurt, finding him awake and wrapped up in a cocoon of covers. Blaine went over to lie down beside him, on his side so they were facing each other and softly started to stroke his fingers through Kurt's hair. "Do you want to talk about it? We don't have to if you don't want to. I can make us a pot of tea and we can chat..."

rockstarwarbler

Kurt had a slip last night. I'm proud of him, though, because he let me intervene and we talked it out. It was probably a needed wake-up call that even though we're on the home stretch, we're still not out of the woods. Therapy session this morning, and then home for movies and snuggles in bed later.

rockstarwarbler

Who: Blaine Anderson and Quinn Fabray
What: Something to talk about
Where: The new shared beach house
When: A couple of days after Quinn comes clean to Kurt and 'Cedes

It had been a rough couple of days for Blaine. Just when he had thought he was have a good dry spell on his migraines, he was hit with an epic one that took him down for a good 48 hours right in the middle of their moving process. His own unpacking had to come to a grinding halt but when he had woken up after it feeling a little better, he discovered that Kurt had lovingly unpacked all his clothes and hung them up neatly and orderly in their closet they were now sharing, both with a side each. They had managed to fall into a rhythm that worked so far, and Kurt was coping pretty well just so long as he knew he had his own space and could keep things in a way he was comfortable with. Blaine just fit in around him and he had no qualms about that whatsoever. He was just over the moon to be living with Kurt, but also still being able to live with Puck. He had some progression in their relationship and it could be sooner rather than later now that they took that even bigger step together. Kurt had certainly been hinting at it.

He was ravenous now, though. He had a good sleep-in that morning, making sure he was feeling 100% again. He woke up to a note from Kurt saying he had gone into town for a manicure with Mercedes, and he would be back later. Blaine showered and went downstairs, and now he was sitting down at the breakfast bar in their amazing modern and airy kitchen to a huge bowl of Foot Loops and a strawberry muffin. He was checking his Facebook on his iPhone when Quinn came into the room, but he had a giant mouthful of cereal and gave her a wave as a greeting with his spoon, managing a bit of a smile even with his mouth busy.

justbeingaqueen

Who: Kurt Hummel, Mercedes Jones and Quinn Fabray
What: Bitches calling bitches out
Where: Their new shared home
When: About two after Quinn's surprise

The past week had been absolutely crazy for everyone. They had finally found a beach house to move into, perfect size for the five of them to share and still have their personal space. Mercedes, Puck, and Quinn had their own rooms, whilst Blaine and Kurt had nabbed the master bedroom with the en-suite. It was one of the clauses Kurt insisted on with the shared house, just like he had when he had originally moved in with the girls years ago. They had been there officially for four nights now, but things were still in disarray as they got settled. Kurt had ensured he was completely unpacked, even skipping sleep (though Blaine didn't let him skip meals) to get it done because he hadn't been able to settle without things out of place. It was just his condition coming through and they all understood and just left him to it. But not everyone had been as anal as he was and they all still had boxes piled up around the place.

Well, other than Quinn, who had finished hers the evening before. But now, she had just had a complete bitchy meltdown to Kurt and Mercedes because she had kicked her toe on one of Blaine's boxes that were piled in front of Puck's boxes in the hall. And because it was Blaine, for some reason, Quinn had irrationally snapped at Kurt by default. Blaine, who was passed out in their bedroom upstairs with a bad migraine he had woken up in the middle of the night with. Of course, Kurt was never one to just take a bitch-out lying down, and as soon as she had finished her little rant that had even Mercedes stopping mid-sweeping of the floor to plant her hands defensively on her hips, Kurt afforded her an epic bitch glare of his own.

"Did you seriously just call my boyfriend a messy pain in the ass, you bitch?!" he demanded, giving her an angry point. "He's not exactly in any condition to be unpacking any boxes, and Puck has been working nightshift all week! You're going to just have to put up with it until they want to get to it! I don't know what the hell has gotten into you lately, but you better get that stick out of your ass ASAP or we'll all be on the phone to our landlord quicker than you can say 'messy hobbit' to get your name off the lease! You have been insufferable for days now and I'd rather tape you inside one of these boxes right now than deal with it!" There was even a sassy gay head wobble to punctuate. It was serious business, and his boyfriend hackles were right up.

justbeingaqueen

Shared a iced doughnut with Blaine for dessert #success

dapperdevious

Who: Hunter Clarington, Sebastian Smyth and later, Santana Lopez
What: That not-so-awkward moment where you always get what you want
Where: Santana, Sebastian and Jeremy's apartment
When: About a week after Hunter met Sebastian

If there was one certain fact of this world, it was that Sebastian Smyth always got what he wanted. And ever since he had since Sergeant McRipped'n'Hung sitting at their kitchen table that day, he very, very much wanted it. He never cared much what it took to get what he wanted, either. He had casually waited for Santana to go into the shower one night when they had been home together and then swiped Hunter's cell phone number from her phone. He wasted no time sending him a suggestive string of texts either, but got no immediate reply. In fact, he didn't get any sort of reply for two whole days and just when he was about to get pissed and give up, because chasing dick wasn't a thing he needed to deal with, the replies started to come. There was nothing innocent about them, either. It led to sexting, and it led to Sebastian inviting Hunter over to their place one afternoon for 'coffee'. He had tried to suggest a nightclub, his favourite, but he got immediately stonewalled on that. He didn't know why, or what this guys game was, but he wasn't about to just drop the subject that easier. If he preferred 'coffee', Sebastian could offer him 'coffee'.

When Hunter arrived, though, Sebastian finally realised why the stonewalling had come. Hunter was standing there on their doorstep with a walking stick, and when he was invited into the apartment, he moved slow and with a distinct limp. He was completely reliant on that walking stick, and Sebastian had narrowed his eyes a little. Santana never told him that particular fact, and that was awkward. Sebastian had never hit on anyone disabled before. It wasn't his style. But now he was in this, and Hunter was here. Sebastian was standing in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, and Hunter was sitting casually in one of the chairs at the table, arm loosely draped over the back of it.

The kettle was still boiling, so Sebastian just threw all caution to the wind and sauntered around the breakfast bar to come stand in front of Hunter, hips resting back against the counter. "Alright, I've got to ask. Can you even get it up? Because Santana told me you're a Sergeant, so you're a smart and savvy piece of ass. We both know you're not here for just coffee, and unless you like to roleplay and the stick is some sort of prop, what's your game?"

rockstarwarbler

Kurt's discharged and home, and I think we might have just found the perfect beach house! I think he was sold on the hot tub and double-sized bath. Got an appointment to check it out tomorrow if he's feeling up to it.

blowmywhistle

Who: Hunter Clarington, Santana Lopez and (eventually) Sebastian Smyth
What: That awkward moment when... dick
Where: Lopez-Smyth apartment
When: About a week after Santana and Tina's hook up

Hunter had been in Miami for four weeks now, and he still couldn't decide whether he liked it or not. It was a seachange, and yes, there was a sea there with a beach, and heat, and seagulls that shat on things. He had an apartment within walking distance of the beach, but that was something he couldn't utilise yet. He still had more work to do before leisurely walks on the beach could be on his agenda. He had just reached the six month anniversary of his physical treatment following the bad turn of events he had faced in Afghanistan. His first month as a qualified Sergeant and before the calendar had even turned pages, he was in the midst of a battle with the enemy forces where he had to shoot a man dead or be killed himself. It had affected him more than he thought possible... especially when he saved a guy in his troop from death by getting shot through the back into the hip himself during the same battle, only to have the same soldier blown up by a landmine two days later. It left Hunter without the use of his leg and he thought he would be crippled for life. He was given an honourable medical discharge from the forces, but left in a wheelchair and with psychological post-traumatic stress disorder. That was over six months ago now, and it had been a fantastic physical therapist, just newly qualified at the time, by the name of Santana Lopez who had helped him out of the wheelchair and able to walk short distances with the use of a stick now. But it was still very much a work in progress, though Hunter's psychological treatment had began to wane and he fell into a depression, which began to affect his physical development too.

It was when his therapist suggested a move or a change of scenery with a fresh start away from the drab post-service world he had gotten himself into in Washington. He was bemoaning the suggestion to his physical therapist one day when he was being really uncooperative even with her, and it was Santana who suggested Miami for a seachange. She had been considering moving there to start her own business away from the large clinic she had trained with because she had friends there, and suggested that if he made that his new location, she could continue his treatment and it wouldn't be a complete new everything for him. He thought about it for all of a week before he was selling his awful boring bachelor pad he had shoved himself into during his recuperation when he didn't want to go home to Colorado Springs, and with his mother's help, found a bright, airy and sunny beachside apartment that he signed for without even thinking about it. He had been here a month now, and Santana had continued his treatment as promised, though she seemed to tune into his still-low mood during their latest session and invited him back her own new place for a coffee.

He settled at the kitchen table, rubbing at his hip a little when he sat because it was sore from the session and gave her a grateful smile when she brought him his large mug of coffee with chocolate cake. "Chocolate? Better than chicken soup for the soul or something?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

growingfeminism

Who: Tina Cohen-Chang and Santana Lopez
What: Another one of those sliding door moments
Where: El Bohemio Nightclub, Miami
When: Friday night

Tina had been in Miami for a couple of weeks now, and hadn't really had a chance to catch up with anyone. She had transferred right into her new position at Miami PD, and they threw a bunch of shitty shifts had her that no one else wanted because she was the newbie. Mostly nights, which generally sucked when you didn't know the beat, but luckily she had coped well so far. It had been one of her nights that she had stumbled across El Bohemio and had been meaning to check it out ever since. With both Blaine and Puck busy right now with Kurt just out of the clinic (Tina didn't want to crash on that so soon because Kurt had been through quite the ordeal and needed to get his bearings in the real world again), she had to entertain herself. Of course, she always had the option of hanging with Sebastian and Jeremy who were also newly in town, but she hadn't actually spoken to Jeremy in sometime and things would no doubt he awkward now. It was a bridge she wanted to wait a little longer to cross, though as Blaine's brother and she has Blaine's fag hag, it wouldn't be avoidable forever.

Instead, she wanted to get her dancing shoes on and she hit the bar... a notorious lesbian hot spot in Miami. It felt like ages since she had gotten laid. She was in Miami with the surf and the sun and the sand, what better way to become acclimatised than with a hot chick between the sheets? She was more than ready to put her marriage and divorce well behind her. She had been miserable and it ultimately led to a shitty divorce. She felt bad for what she did to Artie, and it was why she had never told anyone why she was unhappy in her marriage. Artie had been connected to all their friends, and even though she cheated with Jeremy, these days, girls were mostly her preference. She wanted to find a relationship with a girl and experience that side of her more. Finding it was just the harder part.

She was done up to the nines in a slinky red dress and had the tips of her hair done with bright red to match... at a salon who happened to name-drop Kurt. It had piqued her senses, to say the least, but the gossip stylists didn't really say much ultimately. She sauntered up to the bar, hoping her ass looked as good as it felt in this dress and sat down on a stool beside chick with a mane of dark curly hair. That wold be fun to run her hands through in the middle of a hot round of sex... She turned to her with a smile. "Hi, I'm Ti- oh holy fucking Jesus Chris!" she shrieked when she saw who it was.

theundapperone

Who: Jeremy Smyth and Quinn Fabray
What: That awkward moment where she didn't call you back
Where: Publix, Miami
When: Early Saturday morning

Jeremy decided it was seriously too early in the morning on a Saturday to be grocery shopping. He was sort of aimlessly pushing his cart through the aisles without his brain really registering what he should be putting into it. The only reason he had volunteered his shopping services that early to start with was because Blaine had a near meltdown, superbitch style when he was up early to get ready for the drive to Jacksonville to pick Kurt up. After almost three months in the clinic, Kurt was finally being discharged after putting on a little weight and finding a regular eating and treatment regime that was working for him to be able to strive towards fighting the eating disorder once again. Blaine was nervous and excited about having Kurt released, especially considering that when they arrived back in Miami, they would begin hunting for a big house they could live together mutually with their friends. Jeremy figured Blaine was probably just a little worried that when push came to shove, the clinic would still keep Kurt after all. So he had been edgy and threw a bitchfit when he discovered that not only was he left without toilet paper (and stuck in the bathroom because of it to boot) but also out of Froot Loops and milk, he had yelled at Puck, Sebastian and Jeremy so Jeremy had quickly volunteered to run to the store to get said items.

Normally, Jeremy would still be asleep, but Blaine banging around the apartment had woken him up, so he had gotten up. He was lacking sleep, though, so he was hazy and groggy. He was just in the personal hygiene aisle near the toilet paper trying to remember what brand Blaine preferred when a text came through from Blaine telling him not to worry, that he was getting McDonalds for breakfast on his way to Jacksonville. At least Jeremy didn't have to rush now. He shrugged to himself and shoved his iPhone back in his pocket. Didn't matter to him either way. He was sort of in a funk himself lately, still looking for work and wondering exactly what sort of work he even wanted to do. He was qualified, but couldn't decide exactly what he wanted yet. He had been in a funk ever since he was dragged out by Puck and Sebastian to get drunk because he had been moping over the crap that happened in Paris. He ended up having a pretty cool one-night stand with a chick that seemed nice, albeit pretty damn drunk. Jeremy had given her his number that night, but she never called so it was a bit of a kick in his ego pants.

He grabbed the toilet paper that seemed like the best choice and tossed it into his cart before rounding into the next aisle where the toothpaste and stuff was. Which was when he nearly bumped right into said girl he had a one night stand with who was standing there looking seriously at the shelves in front of her. "Oh... uh, hey!" he said with a sort of awkward half-smile and a bit of a wave, then pushed his glasses back up his nose shyly. What the hell was he supposed to say in this situation. "H-How are you?"

dontrainonmyparade

Nothing is ever as it seems.

justbeingaqueen

Who: Quinn Fabray and Kurt Hummel
What: Something to talk about
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: End of Kurt's weekend home

It was the night before Blaine was taking Kurt back to the clinic in Jacksonville. Whilst he knew he spent the weekend not feeling well, in general as to his mental condition, he had actually done really well. He had followed the diet plan Blaine was put in charge of, he didn't try to take it over to control it, he didn't indulge in eating disorder tendencies of eating in a specific order or needing items on the table to be in a certain fashion. He took his medication, he continued eating despite feeling poorly. He didn't have any slips, binges, or purges at all, and now he was hoping that maybe it might be his ticket to be allowed home and his treatment promoted to outpatients at a Miami hospital. It was still early days, but there was some hope there.

But now it was time to talk about the big giant elephant in the room. Blaine had gone over to his and Puck's apartment to pick up some clean clothes and stuff for the next trip to Jacksonville. Kurt woke up slowly from his nap on the sofa that he didn't even realise he was going to take until he woke up with his pillow tenderly put under his head and a soft blanket tucked in around him. The room was dimmed save for the lamp in the corner and the blinds were drawn. A stark contrast to the bright fall light that had been streaming into the room early when they shared a cup of tea and watched re-runs of Sex and the City on TV. Kurt must have fallen asleep and now, looking at the clock, he realised it was around dinner time, so he had slept a long time. A post-it was stuck on the coffee table beside his empty mug and simple said, 'If you're not up, I'll wake you when I get back and we can have dinner. ♥ B'

Kurt used the bathroom and gave his teeth a quick brush, considering how long he had been sleeping and then padded into Quinn's room after a soft knock, finding her at her desk there. He crawled up onto a bed and curled up, nothing foreign about him inviting himself in to any of his fag hags rooms... and vice versa. He stifled a post-nape yawn and rubbed his eyes before he just cut straight to the chase. "Darling, I know you slept with Puck."

rockstarwarbler

Who: Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel
What: TLC and hopeful suggestions
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: Saturday night

It was two in the morning, and Kurt was once again having a rough night. They went to bed around eleven and got a couple of hours sleep with Blaine spooned up behind Kurt, but just when it seemed like things would settle, Kurt was up with bad stomach cramps that led to a few trips to the toilet. He had tried to sneak out of bed and not wake Blaine, but it wasn't even five minutes before Blaine realised his absence, getting up to sit with him. Kurt was uncomfortable and miserable, and Blaine mostly just sat there in the living room while Kurt did what he needed to try and seek some comfort. Kurt had finally come to him and cuddled up next to him before Blaine got him to lie with his head in his lap. They both dozed on and off, but the cramps kept coming in waves.

They tried to keep quiet with Quinn and Mercedes asleep down the hall, but it was hard for Kurt to relax. Blaine was just finishing making a mug of peppermint tea when he heard the toilet flush in the nearby bathroom again and Kurt came back to the living room. Blaine brought the tea through and handed it to Kurt and then took the hot water bottle he just prepared out from under his arm so he could settle on Kurt's belly. "When all else fails, old home remedies can never hurt, right? I always remember having a hot water bottle when I was a kid and my tummy hurt. It had a fluffy cow cover," he said with a soft laugh. "I could always try rubbing your belly? You look exhausted, sweetheart. I just want to help."

rockstarwarbler

Middle of the night, sitting up with Kurt :(

dontrainonmyparade

I can't fight this feeling anymore...

gotstarpower

Hell, it's hard watching the boy feel so sick.

dontrainonmyparade

Who: Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel
What: Unexpected facing of music
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: A few days after THIS and resulting from THIS

Rachel couldn't deny that she was nervous. In fact, she was so nervous, she felt like she was just going to throw up all the time in anticipation of this conversation. Blaine was back in Miami, and although he was staying with Kurt for the couple of days they were here, she needed to seize this window of opportunity she had to try and make amends with one of her closest friends before she lost him. In fact, it was why she didn't text him in advance to warn him she was coming, in case he didn't want to talk to her. She had been a mess lately, she didn't think she could add that one more rejection on the top of everything. She just had to take Robin Williams sound advice, and seize the day. Carpe diem! She had even watched Dead Poets Society three times last night after seeing Blaine's Facebook post to try and pluck up more courage for this.

This apartment block didn't have buzzers. Each place had their own knocker or bell, so that did help. She rang the doorbell and stood back, fiddling anxiously with the leather strap of her handbag over her shoulder. She didn't know what she was going to do if Blaine told her to piss off. It really could be the end of everything.

rockstarwarbler

Going to be back in Miami for the weekend, guys. Kurt's being allowed gate leave for a couple of days, so we'll both be heading back today after lunch. If it goes well, they might talk about discharging him to outpatient, so fingers crossed!

rockstarwarbler

I really need to talk to you guys about something. It's important, and I could be jumping the gun a little, but I wanted to see if it might be a viable option before I take it to Kurt. I don't want to freak him out or make him think I'm pressuring him, so want to get it all set before I do.

dontrainonmyparade

Who: Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman
What: Facing the music
Where: News Cafe, Miami
When: Follows THIS, almost four weeks after Kurt's admission to the clinic

Rachel had selected a small table for two by the window of the cafe and proceeded to sit there playing with the little cannister of sugar sachets while she waited for Puck to arrived. She arranged them all neatly, then took them back out to make sure they were all facing the right way up. It had nothing to do with wanting the sugar to be neat. In fact, she really had no fucks to give about what the cafe's sugar looked like. She was just nervous and uncertain about this whole thing. She had spent the last eight weeks alone, the latter four of which had been in Lima with her fathers. She'd had to do a lot of soul searching and even now, she wasn't sure she had a soul after the horrible things she had said. She never meant to hurt anyone.

What had her life become? Seriously? How had it all gone so terribly wrong? How did she keep managing to fuck it all up, no matter what she did? She couldn't keep going on like this. She really didn't like herself anymore but she had no idea how to fix anything. She had reached out to Puck when she had been too ashamed to try with Blaine again. Blaine wasn't answering any of her texts or emails anymore. She had lost one of the best friends she ever had.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she startled and jumped when Puck sat down at the table with her. The sugar packets were quickly shoved (messily) back into the cannister and she wrung her fingers in front of her as he looked at him. "I don't know how to stop screwing everything good that happens to me up. I..." There was a pause and she swallowed heavily, eyes dropping down to her tightly coiled fingers. "I attacked Kurt because I was scared he would take Blaine away from me," she finally confessed in a choked voice.

dontrainonmyparade

I know you'll probably want to say no, but do you think we could maybe meet and for coffee. I need to talk to you about stuff.

dapperdevious

Who: Sebastian Smyth and Santana Lopez
What: Of fags and hags and BFFs
Where: Blaine and Puck's place, Miami
When: About three weeks after Kurt's admission to the clinic

It had been an intense as fuck few weeks, to say the least. Just as Sebastian and Jeremy arrived back from a few months in Paris, they landed into the shit-storm of Blaine and his other half. It had settled a little now, but Blaine hadn't come back from Jacksonville. He was still staying up there with Nick's folks and apparently visiting Kurt every single day, according to Puck. Sebastian and Jeremy had taken the trip up there a couple of times with Puck to see Blaine, and he was mostly in positive spirits. He said Kurt was still battling, but he had actually put on a little bit of weight over the last week, so things were looking up. It was still blowing Sebastian's mind that Blaine was even dating, let alone in something this serious and so invested in it. He was a better guy than Sebastian was.

This time, though, the twins stayed home. Jez had been up all night with food poisoning from a dodgy pizza, which taught him a lesson to order weird stuff no one else liked. He got his own chicken and pineapple one, while Puck and Sebastian stuck to all meat with anchovies. Jeremy hated seafood, but this time, that proved to be a downfall. They had been going to head up to Jacksonville again with Puck, but Puck ended up going on his own this time. And Jez was an entirely different source of worry for Sebastian, as the mess he nearly got himself overseas. He was too damn nice, and people continuously took advantage of that.

Sebastian was just sitting there flicking through the TV shows and having a cup of coffee while he once again tried to put some sense into the whole situation. It was seriously fucked. Surely it all had to get better soon? But what if Kurt never got better? Then what? The buzzer at the apartment door went and had Sebastian frowning up the hall. There was no one else around to get it. Or, at least, he knew if he didn't get it, Jeremy would drag himself out of his ball of misery to do it because he was, again, too nice not to. So Sebastian set his coffee down and got up to get the door.

Telling himself that he would flash his cock if it was salesman or Jehovah's Witness trying to save him from sin, he pulled the door open and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Fuck, a lesbian. Now I don't have an excuse to get my cock out."

justbeingaqueen.livejournal.com

This verse and its players have now moved to Dreamwidth @ slidingmoments.

warble-on-jeff.livejournal.com

Um... Hey... I know that this is kind of out of the blue, but do you think you could give me the name of a decent hotel that doesn't cost too much in Jacksonville? I'd like to go visit Kurt.

warble-on-jeff.livejournal.com

Um... Hey... I know that this is kind of out of the blue, but do you think you could give me the name of a decent hotel that doesn't cost too much in Jacksonville? I'd like to go visit Kurt.

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Fell asleep next to Kurt and they didn't even boot me out... o.O

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Fell asleep next to Kurt and they didn't even boot me out... o.O

growingfeminism.livejournal.com

How's everything going up there? Did you see Kurt? How is he? How's Blaine?

growingfeminism.livejournal.com

How's everything going up there? Did you see Kurt? How is he? How's Blaine?

tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com

Raises I like. Going from normal administrative assistant to personal administrative assistant, which basically means a slight promotion gives unsure feelings

tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com

Raises I like. Going from normal administrative assistant to personal administrative assistant, which basically means a slight promotion gives unsure feelings

usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com

Who:

usedtohaveabs and

jewhawk
What: Awkward moment
Where: The Hoyt House Inn
When: After THIS

The only place to stay Puck and Quinn could find with vacancies was a romantic little guest house in Amelia Island. It was only about fifteen minutes drive from the clinic Kurt was in, and if they went further afield to search for a hotel, it would just put them further away if either Kurt or Blaine needed them, and they both promised they would be near by. But what they soon discovered was that it wasn't 'vacancies' and more just a single vacancy, and in a double room to boot. If they wanted to stay here, they were going to have a share a bed, and if ever there was an awkward moment, it was that.

But their loyalty to their favourite gay guys won out, and a quick discussion ended with them both saying 'But Kurt might need--' and 'But Blaine might need--' simultaneously, so it sealed the awkward deal. Now they were together in the quaint and charming little Hoyt Master Suite, with the receptionist assuming they were on their honeymoon or something and giving them the 'Honeymoon Package', which included champagne, strawberries and chocolates in their room with matching bathrobes. Both were like a deer caught in headlights that they just agreed to it to shut the woman up and then hurried to the room to get away from there.

Now Quinn was lying stiffly on the four poster bad, hands folded over her stomach as she gazed up at the ceiling of the room with a soft clear of her throat. "So, uh... now what?"

usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com

Who:

usedtohaveabs and

growingfeminism.livejournal.com

I've resisted this up to now, but because CERTAIN PEOPLE have been going and falling in love without me, clearly it's vital necessity.

Add me back if you want! I don't have time to be a stalker. Promise.

growingfeminism.livejournal.com

To rockstarwarbler
I haven't heard from you. You alive, BB? You're alive, right? Right...?

To jewhawk
OMG BLAINE'S DEAD!!!

growingfeminism.livejournal.com

To rockstarwarbler
I haven't heard from you. You alive, BB? You're alive, right? Right...?

To jewhawk
OMG BLAINE'S DEAD!!!

tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com

Blainers,

Blaine,
There is no excuse I could even think to come up with when it comes to my behaviour towards your relationship with Kurt.

Blaine,
I suck and I’m sorry about everything. I miss you

Blaine,
I realize that I was a complete twat about absolutely everything and I’m incredibly sorry. I hope everything is well between you and Kurt.

xx ~~a shitty excuse for a friend~~ Rachel

tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com

usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com

Who:

usedtohaveabs,

jewhawk and

rockstarwarbler
What: The unconventional cavalry with a side order of UST
Where: Jacksonville, Florida
When: Follows THIS
Rating: Could be anything

Quinn had been on edge ever since Kurt got admitted to the eating disorder clinic for the third time. He had been doing so well with his condition, managing it, and had even put some weight on and was getting back to his normal weight range. But then things started to get stressful for him, and he began to slip. By the time Blaine rode into his life like a knight in shining armour, Kurt was already too far gone. Now it had all come to light, and Kurt just kept slipping, this whole thing was inevitable.

She pulled into the parking lot of the clinic, which was actually a lovely building surrounded by beautiful gardens that the patients had the use of. Quinn knew from speaking to Blaine briefly a couple of times in the lead up to Kurt going that he thought it was going to be some horrible, bleak lock-up like a mental hospital, but it was far from that. It was actually a lot like a hotel, just more clinical on the inside. The rooms were pleasant and like a guest house so the patients weren't given the sensation they were trapped in a hospital or holding cell. But at the end of the day, it was still a medical facility and it was still where Kurt needed to be to get the intense treatment. He just wasn't coping with it like they hoped. His last stay here had been brief. He bounced back well and got back on his feet. The time before that was the worst where they had to feed him nasally and he was dangerously skinny and ended up with pneumonia and put in hospital anyway.

Blaine suggested they meet him here, and Puck and Quinn had stopped to get some lunch for the three of them on the way so they could bring Blaine something to eat. Burt had said Kurt taken a turn that he was just psychologically rejecting food. He ate, he threw up, and without even forcing himself too. They were thinking about nasal-feeding again, and that's what had freaked Blaine out and caused Quinn to decide to come up... and bring Puck with her. She shut the car off and turned to Puck, who was nursing the bags of takeout food. "You okay?" she asked him. "I promise, this is not like a mental facility at all."

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I'm driving up to Jacksonville to see Kurt tonight. He's having a really had time, his dad told me he's rejecting about every attempt to regiment his eating. I need to see him. Do you want to come with to see how Blaine's doing?