[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler, [livejournal.com profile] justbeingaqueen, [livejournal.com profile] jewhawk and [livejournal.com profile] usedtohaveabs (posting order)
What: Double date... and then some.
Where: Anthony's Coal Fired Pizza, Miami Lakes
When: Thursday night
Rating: Leaving it open for now

It was true, Blaine really was like a dog with a bone. Once he decided he was going to try and nudge Puck into Quinn's direction, hopefully without either of them realising, he wasn't going to give up on the idea. And really, a double date had to be fun, right? Blaine always wanted to get a boyfriend so he could double-date with his BFF and patience really wasn't his virtue. Why wait on something like that? For some reason, though, when he suggested it to both Puck and Quinn, neither of them protested. It might have been because he worded it in a way like he was going to surprise Kurt and that both their BFFs should get along, right? Maybe they didn't actually realise he was setting them up on a date? That didn't matter. Blaine could still work with this.

But Kurt had been the one to very reluctant agree. Blaine told him he wanted to take him out for another date, but that it was going to be 'a surprise'. Kurt didn't seem into the notion, and he didn't seem a fan of surprises, but Blaine reassured him with would be fun and he would love it. Though, maybe he missed that mark because now they were all seated at the quaint little table for four in the restaurant waiting for their huge main course to arrive, Kurt was sitting back in his seat and eyeing Puck and Quinn across the table, cool blue eyes sliding back and forth between them before they locked back on Blaine's face wordlessly.

Blaine just grinned and took Kurt's hand on the table, giving it a squeeze. "I love pizza! Do you love pizza? There is nothing better than it, I swear. It smells amazing." Okay, so maybe he was somewhat oblivious to the discomfort Kurt was feeling right now. It was a double-date with their best friends! That just equalled fun in Blaine's mind, and it would be even moreso when they went bowling afterwards. Who didn't like bowling?
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler, [livejournal.com profile] justbeingaqueen, [livejournal.com profile] jewhawk and [livejournal.com profile] usedtohaveabs (posting order)
What: Double date... and then some.
Where: Anthony's Coal Fired Pizza, Miami Lakes
When: Thursday night
Rating: Leaving it open for now

It was true, Blaine really was like a dog with a bone. Once he decided he was going to try and nudge Puck into Quinn's direction, hopefully without either of them realising, he wasn't going to give up on the idea. And really, a double date had to be fun, right? Blaine always wanted to get a boyfriend so he could double-date with his BFF and patience really wasn't his virtue. Why wait on something like that? For some reason, though, when he suggested it to both Puck and Quinn, neither of them protested. It might have been because he worded it in a way like he was going to surprise Kurt and that both their BFFs should get along, right? Maybe they didn't actually realise he was setting them up on a date? That didn't matter. Blaine could still work with this.

But Kurt had been the one to very reluctant agree. Blaine told him he wanted to take him out for another date, but that it was going to be 'a surprise'. Kurt didn't seem into the notion, and he didn't seem a fan of surprises, but Blaine reassured him with would be fun and he would love it. Though, maybe he missed that mark because now they were all seated at the quaint little table for four in the restaurant waiting for their huge main course to arrive, Kurt was sitting back in his seat and eyeing Puck and Quinn across the table, cool blue eyes sliding back and forth between them before they locked back on Blaine's face wordlessly.

Blaine just grinned and took Kurt's hand on the table, giving it a squeeze. "I love pizza! Do you love pizza? There is nothing better than it, I swear. It smells amazing." Okay, so maybe he was somewhat oblivious to the discomfort Kurt was feeling right now. It was a double-date with their best friends! That just equalled fun in Blaine's mind, and it would be even moreso when they went bowling afterwards. Who didn't like bowling?
[identity profile] gotstarpower.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] gotstarpower, [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler and [livejournal.com profile] usedtohaveabs (posting order)
What: A fag's hags verses the boyfriend
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes' apartment, Miami
When: Morning after THIS
Rating: Watch this space

It was one of those rare days where Mercedes and Quinn had the morning off together, even if it was just because Quinn decided to skip class for the day to make sure Kurt was okay and Mercedes managed to swap a shift at work for the same purpose. Thank god Cameron was such a sweetheart, because he was more than happy to take her shift when he heard what was going down with Kurt. He was Holly's best friend and knew the situation 100%. Friendship really was priceless sometimes.

But now, the two fag hags sat together at the kitchen table sharing a pot of tea while they chatted quietly together about Kurt and the entire situation. They were beyond worried, and neither of them knew yet what it was that triggered Kurt's extreme and abrupt slip. It was a bad one, too. Quinn had come home from college to find him sprawled unconscious over the base of the treadmill, which had still been operating. It was a miracle he didn't smash his entire face in. There was vomit all over the place as if that had begun before he passed out, and more than enough evidence that he had been on the laxatives too. When she found the remnants of an intense binge session in his bedroom, she knew what had happened. Mercedes had come home a short time after that and together they got him cleaned up and to the hospital to make sure he didn't have a serious head injury. To hear he was malnourished and dehydrated also didn't even come as a surprise to them. This wasn't the first time they had been here.

He had been doing so well, though, and this had come on quickly. Something had to have triggered it. "I really thought Blaine was gonna be the crossroads," she said to Quinn with a sigh as she topped their mugs up from the teapot. "You don't think having a boyfriend has made Kurt relapse, do you?" But before Quinn could answer, as if like he had been summoned, Blaine appeared in the doorway of the kitchen looking ruffled with his hair sticking up in all direction and still sporting creased up the side of his face. If the disoriented look in his face coupled with his appearance told them anything, it was that he had just woken up.

"Morning, honey," she greeted him with a smile. "Do you want some tea?"
[identity profile] gotstarpower.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] gotstarpower, [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler and [livejournal.com profile] usedtohaveabs (posting order)
What: A fag's hags verses the boyfriend
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes' apartment, Miami
When: Morning after THIS
Rating: Watch this space

It was one of those rare days where Mercedes and Quinn had the morning off together, even if it was just because Quinn decided to skip class for the day to make sure Kurt was okay and Mercedes managed to swap a shift at work for the same purpose. Thank god Cameron was such a sweetheart, because he was more than happy to take her shift when he heard what was going down with Kurt. He was Holly's best friend and knew the situation 100%. Friendship really was priceless sometimes.

But now, the two fag hags sat together at the kitchen table sharing a pot of tea while they chatted quietly together about Kurt and the entire situation. They were beyond worried, and neither of them knew yet what it was that triggered Kurt's extreme and abrupt slip. It was a bad one, too. Quinn had come home from college to find him sprawled unconscious over the base of the treadmill, which had still been operating. It was a miracle he didn't smash his entire face in. There was vomit all over the place as if that had begun before he passed out, and more than enough evidence that he had been on the laxatives too. When she found the remnants of an intense binge session in his bedroom, she knew what had happened. Mercedes had come home a short time after that and together they got him cleaned up and to the hospital to make sure he didn't have a serious head injury. To hear he was malnourished and dehydrated also didn't even come as a surprise to them. This wasn't the first time they had been here.

He had been doing so well, though, and this had come on quickly. Something had to have triggered it. "I really thought Blaine was gonna be the crossroads," she said to Quinn with a sigh as she topped their mugs up from the teapot. "You don't think having a boyfriend has made Kurt relapse, do you?" But before Quinn could answer, as if like he had been summoned, Blaine appeared in the doorway of the kitchen looking ruffled with his hair sticking up in all direction and still sporting creased up the side of his face. If the disoriented look in his face coupled with his appearance told them anything, it was that he had just woken up.

"Morning, honey," she greeted him with a smile. "Do you want some tea?"
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Don't mean to put you in awkward position, dude, but as long as Rachel hates my boyfriend, I won't be talking to her. Because Kurt is not going anywhere and I certainly won't be breaking up with him any time soon.
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Don't mean to put you in awkward position, dude, but as long as Rachel hates my boyfriend, I won't be talking to her. Because Kurt is not going anywhere and I certainly won't be breaking up with him any time soon.
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Um, Kurt ran into Rachel... literally. He said it didn't go very well. Why can't I ever have nice things?
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Um, Kurt ran into Rachel... literally. He said it didn't go very well. Why can't I ever have nice things?
[identity profile] justbeingaqueen.livejournal.com
I've invited Blaine to spend the night tonight, and I'm making him dinner. I would be really grateful of some privacy :P Meaning, please don't hover and interrogate him.
[identity profile] justbeingaqueen.livejournal.com
I've invited Blaine to spend the night tonight, and I'm making him dinner. I would be really grateful of some privacy :P Meaning, please don't hover and interrogate him.

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Feb. 26th, 2012 04:13 pm
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
We're having a party! Everyone's invited!

[livejournal.com profile] jewhawk, you'll just smile and nod at this idea because you love me :D

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Feb. 26th, 2012 04:13 pm
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
We're having a party! Everyone's invited!

[livejournal.com profile] jewhawk, you'll just smile and nod at this idea because you love me :D
[identity profile] usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com
I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink or something sometime? I figured now that our fags have become a unit, you and I should be on civil terms. And it might give Kurt and Blaine the luxury of your empty apartment for an evening...
[identity profile] usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com
I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink or something sometime? I figured now that our fags have become a unit, you and I should be on civil terms. And it might give Kurt and Blaine the luxury of your empty apartment for an evening...

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Feb. 14th, 2012 10:32 pm
[identity profile] usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com
That awkward moment where Kurt isn't a noisy person, but the apartment feels empty without him.

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Feb. 14th, 2012 10:32 pm
[identity profile] usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com
That awkward moment where Kurt isn't a noisy person, but the apartment feels empty without him.
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Kurt pulled out on our movie night at the last minute after saying earlier it was still on. Do you think I should be worried?
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Kurt pulled out on our movie night at the last minute after saying earlier it was still on. Do you think I should be worried?
[identity profile] usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] usedtohaveabs, [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler and eventually [livejournal.com profile] 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?"
[identity profile] usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] usedtohaveabs, [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler and eventually [livejournal.com profile] 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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Feb. 2nd, 2012 11:27 pm
[identity profile] usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com
That awkward moment where you walk in on the fag to your hag in a compromising position...

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Feb. 2nd, 2012 11:27 pm
[identity profile] usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com
That awkward moment where you walk in on the fag to your hag in a compromising position...
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
If someone is taking a long time in the bathroom, how long is a discreet amount of time to wait for them before you check they're okay?
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
If someone is taking a long time in the bathroom, how long is a discreet amount of time to wait for them before you check they're okay?

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Jan. 29th, 2012 11:05 am
[identity profile] tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com
Dropped unmentionable object off at [livejournal.com profile] jewhawk & [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler's.  If either of you have any judgey comments, bring it, I can handle it. Maybe.

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Jan. 29th, 2012 11:05 am
[identity profile] tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com
Dropped unmentionable object off at [livejournal.com profile] jewhawk & [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler's.  If either of you have any judgey comments, bring it, I can handle it. Maybe.
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler and [livejournal.com profile] jewhawk
What: Where everything could be about to change
Where: Anderpuck Bachelor Pad
When: Early morning after THIS
Rating: Likely to be high with this pair

Blaine woke up quickly, disoriented as to where he was. He fumbled around blindly for a minute, feeling his legs get caught up in a blanket wrapped around them and even then, he wasn't exactly sure where he was at first. It took a couple more minutes to wake up a little more, peering around through a sleepy-scrunched face and discovering he was on the sofa in the living of the apartment he shared with Puck, and he couldn't even remember falling asleep here. Light was trickling in through the edges of the blinds, and when Blaine put a hand up to rub at his face, a slip of paper stuck to his palm. It was a yellow post-it note and it must have been stuck to his forehead. With a a small, snuffled groan at being awake, he put the post-it up to his face so he could read it, expecting it to be from Puck... only it very much wasn't.

I had to head home, early start in the morning, but you were sound asleep after those pills you took kicked in. I got the pillows and blanket from the cupboard in the hall, I hope that's okay. Feel better, and keep up the fluids.

- K


There were a few groggy blinks as Blaine read over the scrawling neat writing on the note, and then looked at the blanket wrapped around him, followed by the couple of pillows nestled behind him. Kurt did this? It slowly trickled back to Blaine what went down before he had taken his migraine medication. After the grocery store, they went to Walgreen's and then got a cab to go back to Blaine and Puck's apartment. He had to get the poor driver to pull over on the side of the road when the migraine took his hold and made him sick. He really couldn't believe that it was his turn to have a crap day, and Kurt was really sweet about it rather tan getting grossed out. He helped Blaine up to the apartment to lie down on the sofa, and it all got a little hazy after that for Blaine.

"Jeezus," he mumbled to himself as he pocketed the post-it and then untangled himself from the blankets to get up. It was just when he was feeling his way up the hall to the bathroom that Puck came out of the kitchen with a freshly brewed coffee in hand, and Blaine just grunted at him in greeting before he went into the bathroom for an urgent pee. He had to have been asleep for over twelve hours if it was morning, not all that uncommon when his pills stayed in him long enough to work. He shuffled back out of the bathroom with a yawn once he was done and peered at Puck's coffee with a scrunch of his nose. "Never mention condoms to me again," he said through a yawn and made his way into the kitchen.
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler and [livejournal.com profile] jewhawk
What: Where everything could be about to change
Where: Anderpuck Bachelor Pad
When: Early morning after THIS
Rating: Likely to be high with this pair

Blaine woke up quickly, disoriented as to where he was. He fumbled around blindly for a minute, feeling his legs get caught up in a blanket wrapped around them and even then, he wasn't exactly sure where he was at first. It took a couple more minutes to wake up a little more, peering around through a sleepy-scrunched face and discovering he was on the sofa in the living of the apartment he shared with Puck, and he couldn't even remember falling asleep here. Light was trickling in through the edges of the blinds, and when Blaine put a hand up to rub at his face, a slip of paper stuck to his palm. It was a yellow post-it note and it must have been stuck to his forehead. With a a small, snuffled groan at being awake, he put the post-it up to his face so he could read it, expecting it to be from Puck... only it very much wasn't.

I had to head home, early start in the morning, but you were sound asleep after those pills you took kicked in. I got the pillows and blanket from the cupboard in the hall, I hope that's okay. Feel better, and keep up the fluids.

- K


There were a few groggy blinks as Blaine read over the scrawling neat writing on the note, and then looked at the blanket wrapped around him, followed by the couple of pillows nestled behind him. Kurt did this? It slowly trickled back to Blaine what went down before he had taken his migraine medication. After the grocery store, they went to Walgreen's and then got a cab to go back to Blaine and Puck's apartment. He had to get the poor driver to pull over on the side of the road when the migraine took his hold and made him sick. He really couldn't believe that it was his turn to have a crap day, and Kurt was really sweet about it rather tan getting grossed out. He helped Blaine up to the apartment to lie down on the sofa, and it all got a little hazy after that for Blaine.

"Jeezus," he mumbled to himself as he pocketed the post-it and then untangled himself from the blankets to get up. It was just when he was feeling his way up the hall to the bathroom that Puck came out of the kitchen with a freshly brewed coffee in hand, and Blaine just grunted at him in greeting before he went into the bathroom for an urgent pee. He had to have been asleep for over twelve hours if it was morning, not all that uncommon when his pills stayed in him long enough to work. He shuffled back out of the bathroom with a yawn once he was done and peered at Puck's coffee with a scrunch of his nose. "Never mention condoms to me again," he said through a yawn and made his way into the kitchen.
[identity profile] jewhawk.livejournal.com
Who? [livejournal.com profile] jewhawk and [livejournal.com profile] tasteslikepnk
What? Catching up with your friend/baby mama/best friend's hag
When? Tuesday, the day after this, Lunchtime
Where? LifeFood
Rating: Anything's possible except sex. Cuz Puckleberry don't play that anymore...

Maybe it was weird being really good friends with your ex. And maybe it was even weirder when said ex was also the mother of your child that you gave up for adoption. But then again, Puck and Rachel had never been big fans of normal, and they didn't seem to mind being far less than these days. Puck picked Rachel up at her place of employment, and drove to LifeFood, a restaurant with a lot of vegan options. Puck had figured out pretty quickly that there was no pleasing Rachel without vegan options, and over the years, he'd gotten used to knowing where she could and couldn't eat.

Puck parked his Suburban outside the restaurant, and the pair headed inside, ordering drinks and food before settling in for conversation. "Rach, you've got to get a new job," Puck said, sipping his drink. "That dude should be in jail, or at the very least jobless with the bullshit he pulls on you."

Rachel's boss was probably high up on the list of Puck's least favorite people in the world, but then, there was the fact that, like it or hate it, Rachel was an adult, and she had to make her own decisions, no matter how much of a protective instinct Puck might have over her.
[identity profile] jewhawk.livejournal.com
Who? [livejournal.com profile] jewhawk and [livejournal.com profile] tasteslikepnk
What? Catching up with your friend/baby mama/best friend's hag
When? Tuesday, the day after this, Lunchtime
Where? LifeFood
Rating: Anything's possible except sex. Cuz Puckleberry don't play that anymore...

Maybe it was weird being really good friends with your ex. And maybe it was even weirder when said ex was also the mother of your child that you gave up for adoption. But then again, Puck and Rachel had never been big fans of normal, and they didn't seem to mind being far less than these days. Puck picked Rachel up at her place of employment, and drove to LifeFood, a restaurant with a lot of vegan options. Puck had figured out pretty quickly that there was no pleasing Rachel without vegan options, and over the years, he'd gotten used to knowing where she could and couldn't eat.

Puck parked his Suburban outside the restaurant, and the pair headed inside, ordering drinks and food before settling in for conversation. "Rach, you've got to get a new job," Puck said, sipping his drink. "That dude should be in jail, or at the very least jobless with the bullshit he pulls on you."

Rachel's boss was probably high up on the list of Puck's least favorite people in the world, but then, there was the fact that, like it or hate it, Rachel was an adult, and she had to make her own decisions, no matter how much of a protective instinct Puck might have over her.
[identity profile] gotstarpower.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] gotstarpower and [livejournal.com profile] usedtohaveabs
What: A fag and his hags
Where: Jones/Hummel/Fabray Apartment
When: Late in the evening after THIS and two days before THIS
Rating: PG for now

Mercedes was stifling a yawn as she casually flicked through Kurt's latest copy of Vogue that was lying open in her lap. It had been a long, hard shift at work and all she had wanted when she got home was a warm shower, a cup of tea and to relax in her pyjamas. She had just been coming up the hall with mug in hand and magazines under her arm when Kurt had appeared in the doorway of his room on his crutches, but all sleepy and ruffled in his pyjamas. His hair was sticking up in all directions and it was obvious he had just woken up, and the next thing she knew, he was curled up on her bed next her snoozing once again. He said the pain in his ankle woke him up and they were going to do the quiz in Cosmo together but he wasn't awake enough for that, and Mercedes wasn't stupid. She knew sometimes, he just liked company when he wasn't in top form. For someone who had never been in a relationship, he was a cuddle bug, and without a boyfriend, his fag hags had that in their job description.

She was just giving his shoulder an affectionate rub, glad to see him content and sleeping, even if it wasn't in his own bed, when a soft knock came at her bedroom door and then Quinn poked her head in. "Hey, girl. I didn't even know you were still up. The apartment was dead quiet when I got in, except for the TV that was left on. What y'all doing awake? Not that you, of all people, need beauty sleep," she teased.
[identity profile] gotstarpower.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] gotstarpower and [livejournal.com profile] usedtohaveabs
What: A fag and his hags
Where: Jones/Hummel/Fabray Apartment
When: Late in the evening after THIS and two days before THIS
Rating: PG for now

Mercedes was stifling a yawn as she casually flicked through Kurt's latest copy of Vogue that was lying open in her lap. It had been a long, hard shift at work and all she had wanted when she got home was a warm shower, a cup of tea and to relax in her pyjamas. She had just been coming up the hall with mug in hand and magazines under her arm when Kurt had appeared in the doorway of his room on his crutches, but all sleepy and ruffled in his pyjamas. His hair was sticking up in all directions and it was obvious he had just woken up, and the next thing she knew, he was curled up on her bed next her snoozing once again. He said the pain in his ankle woke him up and they were going to do the quiz in Cosmo together but he wasn't awake enough for that, and Mercedes wasn't stupid. She knew sometimes, he just liked company when he wasn't in top form. For someone who had never been in a relationship, he was a cuddle bug, and without a boyfriend, his fag hags had that in their job description.

She was just giving his shoulder an affectionate rub, glad to see him content and sleeping, even if it wasn't in his own bed, when a soft knock came at her bedroom door and then Quinn poked her head in. "Hey, girl. I didn't even know you were still up. The apartment was dead quiet when I got in, except for the TV that was left on. What y'all doing awake? Not that you, of all people, need beauty sleep," she teased.

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