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slidingmoments2012-08-15 08:40 pm
dapperdevious) wrote in slidingmoments2012-08-15 08:40 pm
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"Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear."
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."
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."
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So it was with a smug smirk that she waited on the other side of the door, breaking into a full-on grin when Sebastian opened it. "You could, babe, but I don't think it would do you a hell of a lot of good. I'm sure it's a perfectly nice cock as far as cocks go." Letting her cool demeanor go, she stepped into Blaine and Puck's apartment and gave Sebastian a hug. "How the hell was Europe, bitch? You promised to Skype and call, and you never did, so I take it you had a good time?"
Eyebrows raised, she glanced around the room as she followed Sebastian to the livingroom. "Where's Jez? Please tell me that you didn't lose him in Europe or something. I don't think I could deal with a heartbroken fag who misplaced his twin brother. This is why I chose a near-heartless bitch to be hag to, you know..." She was kidding, though. There weren't many secrets between the two of them, and one of the ones that Santana kept most closely for Sebastian's sake was the fact that the bitch queen had a heart. Just a very carefully guarded one.
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"As if I could ever lose him. I'd probably shrivel up and melt like the Wicked Witch if I was away from him too long. He's--" But he got cut off by a door just down the hall flinging open and Jeremy once again throwing himself into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him. Sebastian just pointed when he could hear the fake remnants of puking in the distance. "There. Last night's pizza is claiming him as its bitch. This is what he gets for hating anchovies. Blainers and Puck aren't here. They're up at the clinic in Jacksonville. Want a drink or something? I'd offer you some of Germ's cold pizza, but that would be living in the fast lane."
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"You'd be like Humpty Dumpty. Nobody'd put you together again," she replied, with her brow raised in question when Germ was suddenly closing himself into the bathroom and apparently puking his guts up. "Jesus Christ! What did he eat on his pizza? Raw chicken? Or was somebody trying to poison you and missed and got Germ instead?" She wrinkled up her nose in a look of mild disgust at that. "You eat anchovies... I always forget that... Probably on purpose because anchovies are disgusting. I'll take a water... Bottled if you have it, because God only knows how clean the dishes are in a place where Blaine and Puck live," she added, only half joking. She knew her boys had grown up... all of them... But that didn't mean she trusted their cleaning skills.
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He just shrugged as they walked back into the apartment. "Joys of being born one half of a single cell. I'm just glad we weren't born conjoined, because his singing in the shower is fucking awful. I don't know what it was, but he got his pansy pizza and now he's paying for it. Puck wanted the anchovies, so I just went along with that. It's no secret I'm a huge fan of meat. Honestly, I'm just glad it's involuntary blowing chunks and not self-forced after hearing Blaine's stories. I seriously can't fucking wrap my head around any of it and I still don't know why the fuck he wants to bother with all that baggage," he complained, forgetting that Santana basically knew nothing of what went down here lately and he only realised this when she was giving him a slack-jawed look all of a sudden. "Ah fuck it, I have to tell you the whole shit, don't I? Germ's not the only one whose love life hit near disaster central."
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"Oh, Christ," Santana replied, shaking her head with a grin of amusement. "Poor Germ would be attached to you and forced to occupy himself while you were fucking. How goddamn awkward would that be? Fuck. Poor guy. Pizza's gotta be a bitch to get sick on, too. Gross." And suddenly, her mouth was hanging open as Sebastian went off on a tangent she knew nothing about. Was he saying that Blaine was forcing himself to puke? What? That couldn't be right. But what he was getting at, she had no idea. Glancing at him, she finally spoke. "Yeah. Yeah, you better start at square one with that one, buddy. You lost me at self-forced puking, so we'll go from there." Her arms crossed over her chest, and her head moved to one side in a sassy motion that told Sebastian quickly that she wasn't waiting around for this story, and he better get to talking.
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He rubbed at his forehead with his fingertips for a moment. It was hard to forget that outside their immediate posse, Kurt's condition was actually a tightly kept secret apparently. Sebastian had known of him in school, and he had a reputation for being a prized bitch. One who was brimming in talent and always aced the Glee competitions, except that time he passed out and faceplanted the stage at Nationals in front of the massive crowd. With a small quirk of his eyebrow now, Sebastian wondered if that was something to do with this whole eating disorder now. "Kurt Hummel. You lot went to school with him right? Head Cheerleading bitch. Actually, wasn't he the one who stole the job off you? Anyway, that's not my point here. My point is that he's the one Blainers fell head over tit for. Like, epically hard. Only, it wasn't all the sunshine and roses he thought it would crack up to be because Kurt's got a favour for..." He mimed sticking his fingers down his throat. "Has done for years, apparently. It's serious fucking business because he's in a clinic for it in Jacksonville as we speak. He's been in and out for years, had this thing since early high school days. Now, he's hooked up PEG feeding tubes in his stomach because he can't eat and his weight has dropped to dangerous lows again. That's where Blaine and Puck are, up in Jacksonville. Though, Kurt tried to pull the plug entirely when Blaine caught him sticking his fingers down his throat. Before that, Blaine was oblivious."
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Santana was quiet, for once, waiting for Sebastian to tell her whatever the fuck it was that she didn't know. The fact was, always having been the bitch she was, Santana wasn't used to not being in the know. Ordinarily, she'd use her bitchiness to get the information she wanted no matter how that had to go down. But it didn't work so well with Sebastian. They were both bitches, and they usually just ended up cancelling each other out in the long run. "Yeah, I know Kurt. Fuck, do I ever know Kurt. Spent a long period of time hating him. It was stupid high school bullshit, but fuck did I hold onto that particular hate for a long time. But... Shit..." She paused, meeting Sebastian's gaze in surprise. "B... Blaine and Kurt? Are you kidding me?" She was about to speak up again, when Sebastian caught her with the knowledge of what exactly it was Kurt had been struggling with, and her heart almost dropped to the floor. There hadn't been much love lost between her and Kurt, but the fact was that if he was the person Blaine loved, she would deal. Sebastian was very protective of Germ and Blaine, and Santana had come to love both of the guys, so there was no way she was going to put on her bitchy pants in reference to Kurt. "Shit. That's really fucked up. Is the clinic thing helping at all? I just can't... Wow, poor guy... And Blaine, too. How's he handling it?"
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He watched her face as she absorbed the new information. "Are you serious? Who can made shit like that up? It's so obscure it's got to be true. Which is it. I haven't personally seen the guy because the place he is in is like a prison. You have to get a pass and authority in to see the patients in case you want to smuggle in Hershey bars up your ass for the bingers or something. I don't know. From what Blaine says, though, it's pretty serious. His body just started rejection food on its own accord after awhile. Then there was the whole smashing his face in on a treadmill a few weeks before it. Some sort of exercise binge? Works the same as the making yourself puke, only trying to burn off calories. He passed out and smacked his face on the treadmill, but it was before Blaine knew anything, so he just told Blaine he fell by mistake. He takes laxatives too. Another thing Blaine sprung him with. And frankly, Blaine's a mess. He's handling it like Blaine handles anything... jumped in head first with his heart plastered on his forehead for the whole world to see. Unfortunately, he's fallen hard. I think it's the real deal. He's been up in Jacksonville the whole time."
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"What a fucking mess!" she exclaimed, shaking her head in shock. "That's fucking insane. God, the poor guy. I mean, I've done some fucked up things to my body in the past... Exhibit A, my tits, even though they're worth every penny. Doesn't mean it wasn't a stupid thing to do at the time. If one of those fuckers ever exploded, I'd be up shit creek without a paddle. But as stupid as that was, it wasn't heartbreaking... The idea of someone depriving themselves of a basic need like that? That is fucking heartbreaking. Blaine's... Always had a hell of a lot bigger heart than me. I don't know that I'd be willing to hang around like that and take on all those issues. Then again, Blainers is a better guy that most. And as long as Kurt doesn't treat him like shit, I guess I can accept it. If he doesn't, though... I don't know what I'll do... It's kind of low to bitchslap someone with a life threatening illness."
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He shrugged. "It's been fucked. I mean, I don't know much more about the dude beyond the fact he was a fucking prized ice queen bitch whenever Dalton came up against you guys in the glee comp. Hummel was, like, untouchable. He led you guys, but always had this posse of chicks around him like some sort of pussy-laden bodyguard team. They wouldn't let anyone near him. Of course, if Fabray was leading that pack, and she knew about his Princess Di routine, it makes sense she would protect him. Blaine's right in it all, though. He's in love with the dude and he's laying everything on the line for him. Normally I would bitch that shit out like nothing else and judge is so hard I strained something, but... you just have to look at Blaine, and you know Hummel is everything to him. I don't even know why he decided, out of all the dudes I have seen drool over Blaine over the years, he wants this one who comes with more baggage than a fucking fake handbag salesman in The Bronx."
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"Yeah, I always kind of had this inner hate for him after he knocked me off my HBIC throne. But at the same time, I respected him. He was out way before I was, and I was jealous that the bitch was owning it when I was still sucking dicks like it was my job. As much as I wanted to hate him and tell him to go jump off something tall, there was a part of me that kind of... Was inspired by him, I guess. It took a while, but I was so damn happy when I finally told the world to fuck off, and stepped out of the closet, loud and proud. As much as I didn't want to like him, I kind of owe that to him. I can't believe that's who Blaine fell in love with, though. It's just... The whole deal where I keep parts of my life separate in my head, and Kurt and Blaine fell into pretty different sections if that makes sense." The fact was, as much as Santana and Kurt had been at odds, she was happy for him that he'd found a guy as great as Blaine... Even if she was worried as hell on Blaine's part. "Love's a bitch. Or so they tell me. I'm not sure I'd know it if it bit me on the ass."
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Somewhere in the distance, he heard the bathroom door open and Jeremy must have dragged himself back to the bedroom. Sebastian waited a moment to see if his brother might need him for anything, but when he heard the bedroom door close a few moments later, he was satisfied in the fact Jeremy was probably just crawling back into bed to die a miserable death. "I need to find him a girlfriend, I swear," he muttered. Jeremy thrived on the same stuff Blaine was thriving on right now, as much as Sebastian hated the idea of some slutty bitch coming in and taking his twin away from him. "Well, now Kurt and Blaine are one virginal section and the rest of us have no choice but to deal with it. It's pretty much a given that Kurt isn't the dude you knew in school and like the rest of us, Blaine is going to expect us to play nice. Rachel nearly, and he basically cut her off completely."
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Santana looked up, automatically listening when Sebastian listened for his twin, and shook her head once Germ was safely back in his room. "Poor kid. He sounds rough." She put her hand up to stop Sebastian in his tracks. "Hey... I never said I hate Kurt now... Blainers told me what Rachel pulled, and I was shocked that he didn't just bitchslap her and send her on her merry way. We've all grown up, and it sounds like Kurt grew up in... kind of the wrong ways, albeit, but he's not the same way he used to be. We all have grown... Some more than others, for sure but still." She had honestly barely known Blaine when in high school, other than just through her friendships with Sebastian and Puck, but she had known Kurt well, and for some reason, it never crossed her mind to put the two people together in her head. They were both gay guys, but she hadn't seen enough similarities for her to think they'd work as a couple. But clearly, she wasn't seeing the whole picture, because they had fallen head over for each other, and in a hurry, too.
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He nodded slowly with a small smirk. "Germ always seems to be the only who draws the short straw. He'll be fine. When he feels better, we need to try and figure out what the next plan of action of. We didn't really have one coming here. We just knew Europe was bust after all that bullshit with the Bride of Chucky trying to steal my brother, then we heard shit was getting real here with Blaine, so we came home. To be fair, Kurt wasn't in the frame of mind to bitchslap her because what she said to him fast-tracked him on some sort of spin out with the eating disorder. He ended up in hospital with a smashed in face because apparently you don't just force yourself to barf to stay skinny, you can also exercise like a mental case. He was on a treadmill and passed out. All I'm saying is that if you're coming back here for any permanency, I'm pretty sure some people haven't just grown up... they're completely different to what you knew in school. Plus, Blaine's protective claws are really out when it comes to Kurt. I've never seen him like that before."
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"See, there you go. I told you. Sassy gay protective brother bitch on like a boss... With Germ and Blaine. You had to show up to look out for him. Seriously, though, that's nice, Seb. There's nothing wrong with being a good brother. It's the one time when people question whether your lack of a heart thing is bullshit." She poked her tongue out at him with a grin, before the information about Kurt came out with more details, and she was just shaking her head in disbelief. "Jesus Christ. That's so horrible. Shit... I don't even work out how I should anymore. I can't imagine running myself that low anymore. Blaine really got himself into a tough situation with Kurt, but if he can do it, more power to him. I don't have time to stir up bullshit with people anyway. I'm not going to do that. If Kurt makes Blaine happy, while I'm not sure I understand how with the shit he's going through, more power to him. Blaine deserves some damn happy."
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He gave a scoffing laugh. "Of course I have a fucking heart. Something has to pump all the blood to my dick. I just might not have the schmoopy sickening lovey-dovey heart that nauseating romantic comedies are about. Which is fine, because I fucking hate Meg Ryan anyway. The case in point is, however, that Blaine does and he's probably about ready to rip it out of his chest and hand it over to Blaine still throbbing in a bloody mess, no questions asked and asking him to wait one moment while he tears his dick off and hands it over in the same manner. I'm worried. I mean, how fucked in the head are people with eating disorders? Closest I've ever been to one is Germ's weird aversion to seafood."
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Santana grinned back at Sebastian, rolling her eyes. "No... You definitely don't have that. And definitely don't want Meg Ryan up in this bitch. Britt tried to make me watch City of Angels once, and I fell asleep. But this is definitely not your average love story here. I don't know exactly how bad eating disorders get as far as the mind part of it. It's not exactly an area of expertise for me... But it sure seems like Kurt freaked out and threw Blaine under the bus once. That being said, though, if he's getting help, then maybe Blaine can help him through it. I really just don't know, though. I haven't talked to Kurt in ages. I used to despise him, but I think I'd actually like to see him now."
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He shrugged. "Germ knows more about it than I do because he's a qualified psych. Not that this is his area of speciality, but he explained bits of it. Sounds like it gets bad. Kurt literally despises himself, thinks everyone else should too. It's a constant battle to better himself and stay in control, because if he loses control, he gets fat, and ugly, and weak, and stupid. At least, that's what his brain tells him. It's intense, and Puck said that whatever it is, Kurt's got it bad. He's been in a special clinic for weeks because physically couldn't eat he went so far with it. They're feeding him through a tube. I mean, that's eye-opening when you think about it. Imagine your brain going against your body? Makes me grateful I'm 100% healthy, can fuck who I want, and have a family who is safe."
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"That sounds... ridiculously fucked up. I mean, I never knew much about psychological diseases, other than dating someone who still believed in Santa Claus at seventeen years old. But that wasn't really hurting her... Just kind of... Abnormal at her age. But I've never really known anybody with an eating disorder or any other form of self harm involved. I don't even really understand the concept. I mean, yeah, when we were in high school and cheering, of course there were times we didn't eat well, or skipped a meal to get into our uniforms if something happened to make us put on a little weight, but nothing to that extent. It's fucking awful to even think about."
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He just had to nod, nose scrunching a little with distaste, but because he couldn't fathom making himself barf on the regular. He was tall and never had any extra weight, but from the sounds of it, Kurt was even skinnier than him these days but still thought he was fat. "Blaine said Kurt had it back in school, something to do with how he managed to get on top of the ladder with the cheerleading. Maybe if you had known about it back then, you could have been his co-captain and not Blondie. You always had a way better ass than her anyway. That's beside the point here, though. The thing is, Kurt's sick and whether we think it's a good idea or not, Blaine wants to look after him. He's fallen hard, and we gotta support him with it. Just, when you do go see the dude, be prepared that it could be confronting. Puck said Kurt looks pretty bad right now. Just be grateful you weren't the homosexual who suffered badly enough into a self-harming psychological condition? You figured it out, but now you just gotta find a bit of regular T&A because I know deep that, that's what you really want."
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"That doesn't surprise me, if I'm honest," Santana replied. "He was always so... so driven and controlled. He had to have all his ducks in a row all the time, and I guess that's a lot of the way this illness works. I never bothered getting to know him back then, though. I always just hated that he'd taken what I thought was rightfully mine." She grinned at him in amusement. "Well, honey, there's never been a question that my ass was way better than Quinn's, but thanks for the reminder. But you're right. I just... I worry about him. But I guess if we think we've got a shot in hell of changing something, we're barking up the wrong tree. It's all about standing by him now. He's in a hell of a situation. But yeah... Thank God I didn't go down that road. It would've been way too much for me. No fucking way I could've handled it." She gave Sebastian a firm nod at that. "Damn right I do... It's just nice knowing that you've got somebody there for you when you have a hard day and all that shit, you know? I guess you don't really know, though." There was a light laugh then. "You're a big fan of your manslut ways."
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"Well, looks like his ducks turned rabid and bit him in the ass along the way. I can't profess to get it, but I know when I accidentally implied Kurt could just stop it, Blaine nearly tore my fucking balls off to choke me with them and Germ gave me a bitchpls look I was epically proud of. There's just that stigma attached to it... until you're in the thick of it and see the results with your own eyes and realise it's fucking serious shit. It's pretty much long-term attempted suicide and that's pretty disturbing. Either way, if you're going to be sticking around here like I am, Blaine will bite at your ankles until they bleed and back you into a corner until you swear with blood from your own dick that you will support him with Kurt. So, that means figuring out how to like the guy and not let past rivalries get in the way. And as much as I love you, babe, Blaine's my brother. I'm sort of forced to take his side first if you guys go at it all Mexican stand-off like. Honey, I'll never not be a fucking manslut. Emphasis on the fucking. I don't do relationships."
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"Seriously?" she asked, eyerolling him like a boss. "Seb, my career has nothing whatsoever to do with eating disorders, but even I know you don't just stop it. It's a part of you. It's a disease, not just some choice people make. I mean, there has to be something in your mind that just... changes you... fucks with your head to make you actually want to put your fingers down your throat, or make yourself shit everything you eat. It's horrible to imagine, but he's having to deal with it. And maybe if Blaine can help him through it, it really will be a good thing for both of them. But no... I won't fight Blaine on this. Besides, it would piss me off that you took his side if we were fighting, and then there'd be epic fag/hag fail going on, and just... Nobody wants that, do they? It just isn't any fucking fun. So fuck that. We'll just stand by him like we're supposed to as his friends, and move on with him." There was a moment when she just stopped and looked Seb over with a shake of her head. "Yeah, you were kinda made to be a manslut. Look at you? I mean, even your face screams, 'You've got 206 bones in your body, do you want one more?' Which it somehow doesn't do on Germ... Still haven't quite worked that one out in my head."
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He shrugged indifferently as he got up off the sofa to seek out the beer. "It's not my fucking career either unless the dude murders someone in the process. We don't actually end up in court for murdering yourself, though. That's Germ's forte. He's the sympathetic one. I can be sympathetic if it wins me the case. But I learnt my lesson. I backed off and shut up because I don't know anything about it. I just don't want Blaine to get more hurt than he has been. And trust me, he was seriously fucking hurt when he found Kurt in the middle of an induced spew and then split up with him in an epic bloody mess. It's why we're here. We were supposed to stop off home in New York for awhile, but we came right here. Dad and Wendy are coming own to visit us soon. They want to meet Kurt." He snorted in amusement. "Germ failboats pulling, but when he does, he's skilled enough. He seems to nab a lot of hot chicks, so he can't be doing much wrong."
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"Yeah, kinda hard to show up for a court date from six feet under anyway. Not a good look for anybody. But yeah... I think Blaine's going to throw himself into this whole thing... or already has... and there's really nothing much you can do about it at this point but just roll with it. Puck talked to me a little about it, too. He said you guys are all worried, because Blaine's gone headfirst into this thing, and there's no backing out of it as far as he's concerned. Awww, man. I haven't seen your folks in ages. It'll be good to see them." She laughed a little at that and gave Seb a wink. "Hey, if he's identical to you, he's got to have it where it counts on some level, doesn't he? If only in the epic cock department." It wasn't as if Santana hadn't seen Seb naked. They'd shared living space before, for one reason or another. And seeing Seb naked was pretty much a fact of life if you shared a living area with him for any amount of time, even if only a few days. He simply had no shame about the matter. And seeing Seb naked meant seeing Germ naked, too. It was just kind of how it went with identical twins, even if Germ was actually very modest and reserved about showing off his body. "I wouldn't underestimate his skills... He does have the Smyth genes."
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"He already did. Head-first. He's talking moving in with Kurt and everything, but I don't know how Kurt feels about it all. I guess the jury is still well out on all of that. The thing with Blainers is that we've never been able to tell him what to do. He functions on Blainers Rulebook of Life that no one else has a copy of and if he gets his mind set on something, his mind is set. No amount of reasoning or trying to tell him he's wrong will work. Even coming here to Miami in the first place. Dad and Wendy just didn't think it would be the best route because it's a pretty unique sort of place. The college course he wanted was here, and once the idea was in his mind, that was it. I'm pretty sure that was why Puck ultimate chose here to enter the force. At least that way, he could keep an eye on Blaine. Now we have Germ saying all the airy fairy shit about Miami being where Blaine was meant to be because Kurt was here and blah, blah, fucking blah. I don't know how we were made from the same genetic cell. Romance. Pfft," he scoffed with a shake of his head.