"You've been struck by a smooth criminal."

[usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com]

Who: usedtohaveabs, rockstarwarbler and eventually jewhawk
What: A fag hag's job is never done... until she gets pwned.
Where: Bayfront Park, Miami
When: Saturday lunchtime
Rating: Who knows?

Quinn needed a break from studying before she went crazy. She had her nose lodged in the books for days now working on a paper that she had zero interest in, and that always seemed to make it so much more harder to concentrate on. Fresh air was exactly what she needed, so she decided to take a run along the beach and then ended it by grabbing a coffee from a vendor and sitting down in the park to enjoy it. She was lost in her own little world, wondering if she should approach Kurt about his increasing issues again with his food, or if it was still in that realm he would get pissed off for the interference. Mercedes made them both a huge dinner the night before after they all had a busy and long week with work and college... and Kurt was in the bathroom purging the whole damn thing before either of them finished eating. He didn't even try to hide it. Then he locked himself in his room and told them to leave him alone. Quinn just worried this whole being pursued by a potential suitor was aggravating it. It was hard to tell.

It was just when she was scuffing his shoes back and forth beneath her that she was watching a couple of seagulls nearby and someone passed by that her line of sight just automatically followed because they cut her view of the birds. That was when she did a double-take and realised it was the guy from the Facebook pictures. This was Kurt's man! And Quinn, never backward in coming forward, jumped up off out of her seat and ran up to him as he walked up the path sending a text message. "Hi!" she greeted him with a smile and then stuck her hand out to him. "I'm Quinn. I'm Kurt's roomie. I hope you don't mind, I just recognised you from a picture he showed us. Blaine, right?"

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[rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com]

Blaine had been off in his own little world too, stuck in a random text message conversation with one of his stepbrothers about, of all things, Chinese food in China, while the rest of his brain was all-consumed with thoughts about Kurt and movie night they had arranged for that very night. Blaine was excited and he tummy butterflies like nothing else about spending time with Kurt again. At first he thought he just had a crush, but now after their first date, he was pretty sure there were a lot more feelings to it than that. He didn't know how he managed to get so lucky meeting a guy like Kurt. His head was still spinning with the whole thing, but boy did he want more.

Now, though, his eyes widened a little in surprise to find someone interrupting his reverie and she was suddenly holding her hand out to him and introducing herself. Quinn. Oh shit, another one of Kurt's fag hags! He sucked in a small gasp of breath and after gaping at her hand for a couple of passing moments, grabbed it and shook it. "Hey!" he said and forced himself to grin, even if he felt like he was about to pee his pants from being under close scrutiny. "Blaine... yes. Blaine Anderson. It's nice to meet you, Quinn. I've heard a lot about you." She was the fellow cheerleader, the one Puck had been asking about, and suddenly Blaine's brain kicked into overdrive. This could be interesting.