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slidingmoments2012-03-03 08:25 pm
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"Break my dreams, that's what they'll do."
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justbeingaqueen and breaksniceguys
What: Ain't nothing but a Fag Hag/Honorary Big Sister/Mentor thing
Where: Emergency Room, Jackson Memorial Hospital, Miami
When: Follows THIS
Rating: Probable swearing
Kurt was in pain and feeling sorry for himself on account of the fact he had smashed face up one side and probably looked extremely unfabulous, but he was also pissed off finding himself in the ER. He hated when that happened. It meant he slipped too far. Not to mention the embarrassment when he woke up to Quinn and Mercedes sitting there and they told him just what a mess he landed himself in. He took it too far on the treadmill and must have fainted from overheating. They had come home to find him in a smooshed mess on the carpet beside it with a bleeding head and bruised face, the treadmill still going at top speed. And that wasn't event he worst part. The worst part was the fact he had shoved laxatives down his throat right before he got on there... but that wasn't something he wanted to think about, and he shoved his fingers in his ears and told them to piss off when they tried to tell him what happened.
Now he was sitting on a gurney in the ER in an atrocious hospital gown listening to the hospital bustle beyond the curtains pulled around his bay. He had a minor concussion, so they were keeping him for a few hours to monitor him, but he just wanted to go home and go to bed. His mind kept wandering to Blaine, though, and the guilt churned in his gut. He was just sitting there with his lips pressed together trying not to wallow into his own self-pity and start to cry when the curtains were pulled back and Holly appeared. That look on her face? Kurt had seen many, many times before. "So, I got pawned by a treadmill. What of it?" he asked bitterly with a small frown, arms folded defensively over his chest.
justbeingaqueen and breaksniceguysWhat: Ain't nothing but a Fag Hag/Honorary Big Sister/Mentor thing
Where: Emergency Room, Jackson Memorial Hospital, Miami
When: Follows THIS
Rating: Probable swearing
Kurt was in pain and feeling sorry for himself on account of the fact he had smashed face up one side and probably looked extremely unfabulous, but he was also pissed off finding himself in the ER. He hated when that happened. It meant he slipped too far. Not to mention the embarrassment when he woke up to Quinn and Mercedes sitting there and they told him just what a mess he landed himself in. He took it too far on the treadmill and must have fainted from overheating. They had come home to find him in a smooshed mess on the carpet beside it with a bleeding head and bruised face, the treadmill still going at top speed. And that wasn't event he worst part. The worst part was the fact he had shoved laxatives down his throat right before he got on there... but that wasn't something he wanted to think about, and he shoved his fingers in his ears and told them to piss off when they tried to tell him what happened.
Now he was sitting on a gurney in the ER in an atrocious hospital gown listening to the hospital bustle beyond the curtains pulled around his bay. He had a minor concussion, so they were keeping him for a few hours to monitor him, but he just wanted to go home and go to bed. His mind kept wandering to Blaine, though, and the guilt churned in his gut. He was just sitting there with his lips pressed together trying not to wallow into his own self-pity and start to cry when the curtains were pulled back and Holly appeared. That look on her face? Kurt had seen many, many times before. "So, I got pawned by a treadmill. What of it?" he asked bitterly with a small frown, arms folded defensively over his chest.