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rockstarwarbler.livejournal.comIf you discover Kurt's missing, he's okay. He's here at my place and he's asleep. Don't panic or call the cops or anything.
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Apr. 5th, 2012 02:58 amrockstarwarbler.livejournal.comPhone being turned down for a little while.
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Apr. 5th, 2012 02:58 amrockstarwarbler.livejournal.comPhone being turned down for a little while.
justbeingaqueen.livejournal.comWho: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarbler
What: I might need you to hold me tonight...
Where: Puck and Blaine's apartment
When: Three days after the explosion
Rating: PG
It was three in the morning and absolutely pouring with rain outside. Even though they lived in one of the middle-ish floors of the apartment building, Blaine could still hear the rain beating heavily on his window as he lay wrapped up in a cocoon of covers in his bed. It had been three days since the devastating double-date at the pizza place and the only time Blaine had moved out of his protective ball of blankets was to use the bathroom, shower, and occasionally eat if Puck or the twins brought him anything and he felt hungry. Mostly he didn't, though, and just left the tray on his dresser. Luckily it was spring break and there was no college, and he had cancelled all the music lessons he had booked, citing illness. He was miserable and heartbroken, and missed Kurt beyond belief.
The rain falling was making it harder and harder to ignore the urge to pee though. He had been sleeping on and off all night, but hadn't had a consitent sleep since the disaster happened. He couldn't switch his brain off in a mix of missing Kurt, being angry at him for ruining everything, and worrying about him with the illness that seemed to plague him so terribly. Blaine couldn't fight the need for the bathroom any longer, and pushed up out of bed to shuffle through the apartment to the toilet. He made sure he was quiet as he passed Puck's room and then the spare bedroom that Sebastian and Jeremy were sharing, and the rain had left the weather cold and miserable, so Blaine wasn't planning on being out of his nest of misery for any longer than he needed to be.
( He was just washing his hands after waiting for the water to run warm through the taps when the apartment buzzer sounded and he nearly crapped himself in fright and splashed water all down the front of his Shrek pyjama top... )
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarblerWhat: I might need you to hold me tonight...
Where: Puck and Blaine's apartment
When: Three days after the explosion
Rating: PG
It was three in the morning and absolutely pouring with rain outside. Even though they lived in one of the middle-ish floors of the apartment building, Blaine could still hear the rain beating heavily on his window as he lay wrapped up in a cocoon of covers in his bed. It had been three days since the devastating double-date at the pizza place and the only time Blaine had moved out of his protective ball of blankets was to use the bathroom, shower, and occasionally eat if Puck or the twins brought him anything and he felt hungry. Mostly he didn't, though, and just left the tray on his dresser. Luckily it was spring break and there was no college, and he had cancelled all the music lessons he had booked, citing illness. He was miserable and heartbroken, and missed Kurt beyond belief.
The rain falling was making it harder and harder to ignore the urge to pee though. He had been sleeping on and off all night, but hadn't had a consitent sleep since the disaster happened. He couldn't switch his brain off in a mix of missing Kurt, being angry at him for ruining everything, and worrying about him with the illness that seemed to plague him so terribly. Blaine couldn't fight the need for the bathroom any longer, and pushed up out of bed to shuffle through the apartment to the toilet. He made sure he was quiet as he passed Puck's room and then the spare bedroom that Sebastian and Jeremy were sharing, and the rain had left the weather cold and miserable, so Blaine wasn't planning on being out of his nest of misery for any longer than he needed to be.
( He was just washing his hands after waiting for the water to run warm through the taps when the apartment buzzer sounded and he nearly crapped himself in fright and splashed water all down the front of his Shrek pyjama top... )
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
justbeingaqueen.livejournal.comWho: justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarbler
What: I might need you to hold me tonight...
Where: Puck and Blaine's apartment
When: Three days after the explosion
Rating: PG
It was three in the morning and absolutely pouring with rain outside. Even though they lived in one of the middle-ish floors of the apartment building, Blaine could still hear the rain beating heavily on his window as he lay wrapped up in a cocoon of covers in his bed. It had been three days since the devastating double-date at the pizza place and the only time Blaine had moved out of his protective ball of blankets was to use the bathroom, shower, and occasionally eat if Puck or the twins brought him anything and he felt hungry. Mostly he didn't, though, and just left the tray on his dresser. Luckily it was spring break and there was no college, and he had cancelled all the music lessons he had booked, citing illness. He was miserable and heartbroken, and missed Kurt beyond belief.
The rain falling was making it harder and harder to ignore the urge to pee though. He had been sleeping on and off all night, but hadn't had a consitent sleep since the disaster happened. He couldn't switch his brain off in a mix of missing Kurt, being angry at him for ruining everything, and worrying about him with the illness that seemed to plague him so terribly. Blaine couldn't fight the need for the bathroom any longer, and pushed up out of bed to shuffle through the apartment to the toilet. He made sure he was quiet as he passed Puck's room and then the spare bedroom that Sebastian and Jeremy were sharing, and the rain had left the weather cold and miserable, so Blaine wasn't planning on being out of his nest of misery for any longer than he needed to be.
( He was just washing his hands after waiting for the water to run warm through the taps when the apartment buzzer sounded and he nearly crapped himself in fright and splashed water all down the front of his Shrek pyjama top... )
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarblerWhat: I might need you to hold me tonight...
Where: Puck and Blaine's apartment
When: Three days after the explosion
Rating: PG
It was three in the morning and absolutely pouring with rain outside. Even though they lived in one of the middle-ish floors of the apartment building, Blaine could still hear the rain beating heavily on his window as he lay wrapped up in a cocoon of covers in his bed. It had been three days since the devastating double-date at the pizza place and the only time Blaine had moved out of his protective ball of blankets was to use the bathroom, shower, and occasionally eat if Puck or the twins brought him anything and he felt hungry. Mostly he didn't, though, and just left the tray on his dresser. Luckily it was spring break and there was no college, and he had cancelled all the music lessons he had booked, citing illness. He was miserable and heartbroken, and missed Kurt beyond belief.
The rain falling was making it harder and harder to ignore the urge to pee though. He had been sleeping on and off all night, but hadn't had a consitent sleep since the disaster happened. He couldn't switch his brain off in a mix of missing Kurt, being angry at him for ruining everything, and worrying about him with the illness that seemed to plague him so terribly. Blaine couldn't fight the need for the bathroom any longer, and pushed up out of bed to shuffle through the apartment to the toilet. He made sure he was quiet as he passed Puck's room and then the spare bedroom that Sebastian and Jeremy were sharing, and the rain had left the weather cold and miserable, so Blaine wasn't planning on being out of his nest of misery for any longer than he needed to be.
( He was just washing his hands after waiting for the water to run warm through the taps when the apartment buzzer sounded and he nearly crapped himself in fright and splashed water all down the front of his Shrek pyjama top... )
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
[TEXT] To jewhawk
Apr. 2nd, 2012 08:18 pmusedtohaveabs.livejournal.comHow's Blaine? How are YOU? I am so sorry about the other night...
[TEXT] To jewhawk
Apr. 2nd, 2012 08:18 pmusedtohaveabs.livejournal.comHow's Blaine? How are YOU? I am so sorry about the other night...
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Apr. 2nd, 2012 02:22 amdapperdevious.livejournal.comStill pouring rain. Guess it seems fitting, considering everything. We cannot get Blaine out of bed.
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Apr. 2nd, 2012 02:22 amdapperdevious.livejournal.comStill pouring rain. Guess it seems fitting, considering everything. We cannot get Blaine out of bed.
"Brothers gonna work it out."
Mar. 27th, 2012 11:10 pmtheundapperone.livejournal.comWho: theundapperone, jewhawk and dapperdevious (post order)
What: Bro back-up, stat!
Where: Puck and Blaine's bachelor pad, Miami
When: After THIS
Rating: Probably high
Some days, it was still a little strange that Blaine was Sebastian and Jeremy's stepbrother. He and Sebastian went to Dalton Academy together whilst Jeremy saw out his high school days in a public school, but it was in their junior year that their State's Attorney father met Blaine's newly divorced mother and fell for her. It wasn't long before they got married, and all the boys became stepbrothers. It took a lot of getting used to and was more weird for Sebastian and Blaine than anything else, but they ended up rocking it and became close even if the twins went to study in France together after school.
Now they were back on American soil, and right at the best time, apparently. They had just touched down at Miami Airport when Puck's text came through that Blaine's new (and first) relationship had just crashed and burned. The twins knew Puck from school and those times he came with Blaine to family things, so they were all good mates. It only made sense they would rally at this time to try to figure out how the fuck they could protect Blaine right... but maybe they couldn't.
Jeremy came back into the kitchen and sat down at the table with Sebastian and Puck. "He's asleep. I don't know how long he'll stay like that, but I losing that much snot must have exhausted him," he said sympathetically. "Dude, that the hell happened?" he asked Puck in concern.
theundapperone, jewhawk and dapperdevious (post order)What: Bro back-up, stat!
Where: Puck and Blaine's bachelor pad, Miami
When: After THIS
Rating: Probably high
Some days, it was still a little strange that Blaine was Sebastian and Jeremy's stepbrother. He and Sebastian went to Dalton Academy together whilst Jeremy saw out his high school days in a public school, but it was in their junior year that their State's Attorney father met Blaine's newly divorced mother and fell for her. It wasn't long before they got married, and all the boys became stepbrothers. It took a lot of getting used to and was more weird for Sebastian and Blaine than anything else, but they ended up rocking it and became close even if the twins went to study in France together after school.
Now they were back on American soil, and right at the best time, apparently. They had just touched down at Miami Airport when Puck's text came through that Blaine's new (and first) relationship had just crashed and burned. The twins knew Puck from school and those times he came with Blaine to family things, so they were all good mates. It only made sense they would rally at this time to try to figure out how the fuck they could protect Blaine right... but maybe they couldn't.
Jeremy came back into the kitchen and sat down at the table with Sebastian and Puck. "He's asleep. I don't know how long he'll stay like that, but I losing that much snot must have exhausted him," he said sympathetically. "Dude, that the hell happened?" he asked Puck in concern.
"Brothers gonna work it out."
Mar. 27th, 2012 11:10 pmtheundapperone.livejournal.comWho: theundapperone, jewhawk and dapperdevious (post order)
What: Bro back-up, stat!
Where: Puck and Blaine's bachelor pad, Miami
When: After THIS
Rating: Probably high
Some days, it was still a little strange that Blaine was Sebastian and Jeremy's stepbrother. He and Sebastian went to Dalton Academy together whilst Jeremy saw out his high school days in a public school, but it was in their junior year that their State's Attorney father met Blaine's newly divorced mother and fell for her. It wasn't long before they got married, and all the boys became stepbrothers. It took a lot of getting used to and was more weird for Sebastian and Blaine than anything else, but they ended up rocking it and became close even if the twins went to study in France together after school.
Now they were back on American soil, and right at the best time, apparently. They had just touched down at Miami Airport when Puck's text came through that Blaine's new (and first) relationship had just crashed and burned. The twins knew Puck from school and those times he came with Blaine to family things, so they were all good mates. It only made sense they would rally at this time to try to figure out how the fuck they could protect Blaine right... but maybe they couldn't.
Jeremy came back into the kitchen and sat down at the table with Sebastian and Puck. "He's asleep. I don't know how long he'll stay like that, but I losing that much snot must have exhausted him," he said sympathetically. "Dude, that the hell happened?" he asked Puck in concern.
theundapperone, jewhawk and dapperdevious (post order)What: Bro back-up, stat!
Where: Puck and Blaine's bachelor pad, Miami
When: After THIS
Rating: Probably high
Some days, it was still a little strange that Blaine was Sebastian and Jeremy's stepbrother. He and Sebastian went to Dalton Academy together whilst Jeremy saw out his high school days in a public school, but it was in their junior year that their State's Attorney father met Blaine's newly divorced mother and fell for her. It wasn't long before they got married, and all the boys became stepbrothers. It took a lot of getting used to and was more weird for Sebastian and Blaine than anything else, but they ended up rocking it and became close even if the twins went to study in France together after school.
Now they were back on American soil, and right at the best time, apparently. They had just touched down at Miami Airport when Puck's text came through that Blaine's new (and first) relationship had just crashed and burned. The twins knew Puck from school and those times he came with Blaine to family things, so they were all good mates. It only made sense they would rally at this time to try to figure out how the fuck they could protect Blaine right... but maybe they couldn't.
Jeremy came back into the kitchen and sat down at the table with Sebastian and Puck. "He's asleep. I don't know how long he'll stay like that, but I losing that much snot must have exhausted him," he said sympathetically. "Dude, that the hell happened?" he asked Puck in concern.
rockstarwarbler.livejournal.comWho: rockstarwarbler, justbeingaqueen, jewhawk and 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?
rockstarwarbler, justbeingaqueen, jewhawk and 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?
rockstarwarbler.livejournal.comWho: rockstarwarbler, justbeingaqueen, jewhawk and 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?
rockstarwarbler, justbeingaqueen, jewhawk and 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?
[VOICEMAIL] To tasteslikepnk
Mar. 18th, 2012 01:38 amrockstarwarbler.livejournal.com"I'm not the one you should be apologising to. Maybe your fathers can bail you out."
[VOICEMAIL] To tasteslikepnk
Mar. 18th, 2012 01:38 amrockstarwarbler.livejournal.com"I'm not the one you should be apologising to. Maybe your fathers can bail you out."
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Mar. 18th, 2012 12:46 amjustbeingaqueen.livejournal.comI've been gifted breakfast in bed...
Sugar, and grease, and salt. Yay. Why do all the romantic gestures in this freaking world involve food?
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Mar. 18th, 2012 12:46 amjustbeingaqueen.livejournal.comI've been gifted breakfast in bed...
Sugar, and grease, and salt. Yay. Why do all the romantic gestures in this freaking world involve food?
[VOICEMAIL for rockstarwarbler]
Mar. 17th, 2012 01:42 amtasteslikepnk.livejournal.comduring this
Blaine? Shit okay, I figured you wouldn't answer because you don't recognize the number or you're busy with Kurt, but that's beside the point, I'm kind of in trouble? It's a bullshit reason why and you obviously don't care because I'm a complete asshole and this deserved to happen to me and I deserve an 'I told you so' among other things, Puck can fill you in if he hears the story. Right, anyway, I just wanted to apologize for how shitty of a friend I am, a legitimate apology, not the bullshit ones that I usually give. Okay, I've got to go because I need someone who is able to bail me out...like now. Okay bye.
Blaine? Shit okay, I figured you wouldn't answer because you don't recognize the number or you're busy with Kurt, but that's beside the point, I'm kind of in trouble? It's a bullshit reason why and you obviously don't care because I'm a complete asshole and this deserved to happen to me and I deserve an 'I told you so' among other things, Puck can fill you in if he hears the story. Right, anyway, I just wanted to apologize for how shitty of a friend I am, a legitimate apology, not the bullshit ones that I usually give. Okay, I've got to go because I need someone who is able to bail me out...like now. Okay bye.
[VOICEMAIL for rockstarwarbler]
Mar. 17th, 2012 01:42 amtasteslikepnk.livejournal.comduring this
Blaine? Shit okay, I figured you wouldn't answer because you don't recognize the number or you're busy with Kurt, but that's beside the point, I'm kind of in trouble? It's a bullshit reason why and you obviously don't care because I'm a complete asshole and this deserved to happen to me and I deserve an 'I told you so' among other things, Puck can fill you in if he hears the story. Right, anyway, I just wanted to apologize for how shitty of a friend I am, a legitimate apology, not the bullshit ones that I usually give. Okay, I've got to go because I need someone who is able to bail me out...like now. Okay bye.
Blaine? Shit okay, I figured you wouldn't answer because you don't recognize the number or you're busy with Kurt, but that's beside the point, I'm kind of in trouble? It's a bullshit reason why and you obviously don't care because I'm a complete asshole and this deserved to happen to me and I deserve an 'I told you so' among other things, Puck can fill you in if he hears the story. Right, anyway, I just wanted to apologize for how shitty of a friend I am, a legitimate apology, not the bullshit ones that I usually give. Okay, I've got to go because I need someone who is able to bail me out...like now. Okay bye.
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Mar. 13th, 2012 07:17 pmjustbeingaqueen.livejournal.comSharing a bed is taking some getting used to.
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Mar. 13th, 2012 07:17 pmjustbeingaqueen.livejournal.comSharing a bed is taking some getting used to.
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Mar. 12th, 2012 11:08 amrockstarwarbler.livejournal.comSmashed badgers. Garden gnomes. Nails on a chalkboard. Sad puppies. Oprah in a g-string. Throat cutting scene in Braveheart. Ball rash. Sushi. Dog poo. Bad porn.
Lord, give me strength...
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Mar. 12th, 2012 11:08 amrockstarwarbler.livejournal.comSmashed badgers. Garden gnomes. Nails on a chalkboard. Sad puppies. Oprah in a g-string. Throat cutting scene in Braveheart. Ball rash. Sushi. Dog poo. Bad porn.
Lord, give me strength...
gotstarpower.livejournal.comWho: gotstarpower, rockstarwarbler and 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?"
gotstarpower, rockstarwarbler and 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?"
gotstarpower.livejournal.comWho: gotstarpower, rockstarwarbler and 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?"
gotstarpower, rockstarwarbler and 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?"
rockstarwarbler.livejournal.comWho: rockstarwarbler and justbeingaqueen
What: Learning to need
Where: Jackson Memorial Hospital, Miami
When: After THIS
Rating: PG
Blaine hurriedly mapped the large numbers painted on the walls of the bays as he walked quickly up the corridor of the ER at Jackson Memorial. The receptionist only gave him Kurt's location after Blaine had to show her the conversation he had on Facebook with Kurt to prove that he wasn't some random stranger not entitled to be in Kurt's presence. Which made sense, but it frustrated Blaine to no end. Once he spotted he big number 8 there, he skidding around the corner to find Kurt propped up on the gurney there... with half a face of bruising.
"Oh my god!" he gasped, hurrying over to Kurt to cup his good cheek to check out the injuries closer. "Oh god, you poor thing. Are you in pain? Are you feeling okay?" With a sympathetic murmur, Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead and than carefully hugged him. It couldn't just be nothing but superficial bruising if he was still being kept here, but Kurt hadn't exactly been forthcoming with any specific information over Facebook. In fact, Blaine was sure Kurt wasn't even going to let him come here, and he had been relieved when Kurt finally relented. Apparently Kurt fainted on during a workout on his treadmill, but he just didn't look well. Why was he even fainting on the treadmill anyway? Something didn't feel right, but Blaine wasn't sure if he should push or not, but he was suddenly worried Kurt might be hiding some sort of serious illness... he just had to stifle it and push it down to not think about it.
( This was new. This was very, very new... )
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
rockstarwarbler and justbeingaqueenWhat: Learning to need
Where: Jackson Memorial Hospital, Miami
When: After THIS
Rating: PG
Blaine hurriedly mapped the large numbers painted on the walls of the bays as he walked quickly up the corridor of the ER at Jackson Memorial. The receptionist only gave him Kurt's location after Blaine had to show her the conversation he had on Facebook with Kurt to prove that he wasn't some random stranger not entitled to be in Kurt's presence. Which made sense, but it frustrated Blaine to no end. Once he spotted he big number 8 there, he skidding around the corner to find Kurt propped up on the gurney there... with half a face of bruising.
"Oh my god!" he gasped, hurrying over to Kurt to cup his good cheek to check out the injuries closer. "Oh god, you poor thing. Are you in pain? Are you feeling okay?" With a sympathetic murmur, Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead and than carefully hugged him. It couldn't just be nothing but superficial bruising if he was still being kept here, but Kurt hadn't exactly been forthcoming with any specific information over Facebook. In fact, Blaine was sure Kurt wasn't even going to let him come here, and he had been relieved when Kurt finally relented. Apparently Kurt fainted on during a workout on his treadmill, but he just didn't look well. Why was he even fainting on the treadmill anyway? Something didn't feel right, but Blaine wasn't sure if he should push or not, but he was suddenly worried Kurt might be hiding some sort of serious illness... he just had to stifle it and push it down to not think about it.
( This was new. This was very, very new... )
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
rockstarwarbler.livejournal.comWho: rockstarwarbler and justbeingaqueen
What: Learning to need
Where: Jackson Memorial Hospital, Miami
When: After THIS
Rating: PG
Blaine hurriedly mapped the large numbers painted on the walls of the bays as he walked quickly up the corridor of the ER at Jackson Memorial. The receptionist only gave him Kurt's location after Blaine had to show her the conversation he had on Facebook with Kurt to prove that he wasn't some random stranger not entitled to be in Kurt's presence. Which made sense, but it frustrated Blaine to no end. Once he spotted he big number 8 there, he skidding around the corner to find Kurt propped up on the gurney there... with half a face of bruising.
"Oh my god!" he gasped, hurrying over to Kurt to cup his good cheek to check out the injuries closer. "Oh god, you poor thing. Are you in pain? Are you feeling okay?" With a sympathetic murmur, Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead and than carefully hugged him. It couldn't just be nothing but superficial bruising if he was still being kept here, but Kurt hadn't exactly been forthcoming with any specific information over Facebook. In fact, Blaine was sure Kurt wasn't even going to let him come here, and he had been relieved when Kurt finally relented. Apparently Kurt fainted on during a workout on his treadmill, but he just didn't look well. Why was he even fainting on the treadmill anyway? Something didn't feel right, but Blaine wasn't sure if he should push or not, but he was suddenly worried Kurt might be hiding some sort of serious illness... he just had to stifle it and push it down to not think about it.
( This was new. This was very, very new... )
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
rockstarwarbler and justbeingaqueenWhat: Learning to need
Where: Jackson Memorial Hospital, Miami
When: After THIS
Rating: PG
Blaine hurriedly mapped the large numbers painted on the walls of the bays as he walked quickly up the corridor of the ER at Jackson Memorial. The receptionist only gave him Kurt's location after Blaine had to show her the conversation he had on Facebook with Kurt to prove that he wasn't some random stranger not entitled to be in Kurt's presence. Which made sense, but it frustrated Blaine to no end. Once he spotted he big number 8 there, he skidding around the corner to find Kurt propped up on the gurney there... with half a face of bruising.
"Oh my god!" he gasped, hurrying over to Kurt to cup his good cheek to check out the injuries closer. "Oh god, you poor thing. Are you in pain? Are you feeling okay?" With a sympathetic murmur, Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead and than carefully hugged him. It couldn't just be nothing but superficial bruising if he was still being kept here, but Kurt hadn't exactly been forthcoming with any specific information over Facebook. In fact, Blaine was sure Kurt wasn't even going to let him come here, and he had been relieved when Kurt finally relented. Apparently Kurt fainted on during a workout on his treadmill, but he just didn't look well. Why was he even fainting on the treadmill anyway? Something didn't feel right, but Blaine wasn't sure if he should push or not, but he was suddenly worried Kurt might be hiding some sort of serious illness... he just had to stifle it and push it down to not think about it.
( This was new. This was very, very new... )
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
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Mar. 6th, 2012 04:18 pmrockstarwarbler.livejournal.comAt Jackson Memorial --with justbeingaqueen
justbeingaqueen[FACEBOOK]
Mar. 6th, 2012 04:18 pmrockstarwarbler.livejournal.comAt Jackson Memorial --with justbeingaqueen
justbeingaqueen[FACEBOOK]
Mar. 4th, 2012 12:58 amfinninator.livejournal.comWhoever the bitch was who upset my bro seriously better hope she doesn't get in my way any time soon. I don't know who it was, but I'll fucking find out if I have to.
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Mar. 4th, 2012 12:58 amfinninator.livejournal.comWhoever the bitch was who upset my bro seriously better hope she doesn't get in my way any time soon. I don't know who it was, but I'll fucking find out if I have to.
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Mar. 3rd, 2012 11:57 pmrockstarwarbler.livejournal.comThat awkward moment where a good day turned to shit and then turned back to good and then back to shit and now you have a migraine.
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Mar. 3rd, 2012 11:57 pmrockstarwarbler.livejournal.comThat awkward moment where a good day turned to shit and then turned back to good and then back to shit and now you have a migraine.
"Break my dreams, that's what they'll do."
Mar. 3rd, 2012 08:25 pmjustbeingaqueen.livejournal.comWho: 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.
"Break my dreams, that's what they'll do."
Mar. 3rd, 2012 08:25 pmjustbeingaqueen.livejournal.comWho: 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.
[TEXT] To jewhawk
Mar. 3rd, 2012 03:15 pmusedtohaveabs.livejournal.comI need to contact Blaine urgently. Do you know where he is?
[TEXT] To jewhawk
Mar. 3rd, 2012 03:15 pmusedtohaveabs.livejournal.comI need to contact Blaine urgently. Do you know where he is?
justbeingaqueen.livejournal.comWho: Just justbeingaqueen
What: Sliding moments...
Where: Kurt, Mercedes and Quinn's apartment
When: Follows THIS
Rating: Graphicy details
It looked like a candy store projectile vomited all over his room. The candy and chocolate bar wrappers were strewn all over his bed and littered the floor, and were partying hard with the empty pizza box and packets of Doritos and a couple of mostly-melted tubs of Ben & Jerrys Phish Food. There was an up-ended box of Dots that had scattered in amongst the rest of the junk and had spilled dramtically when he climbed off the bed to calmly and collectively walk into his ensuite bathroom. Yes, being the only boy, he had claimed the ensuite and although both Quinn and Mercedes bitched him out for it, he told them he would get his own apartment if he didn't have the luxury of his own bathroom, and also threatened not to talk to them for a month if he didn't get his own way. It had been an extremely tenacious fight on all their parts, but it was just impossible to dominate Kurt's gay bitch when he unleashed it in full-force.
His room was a total mess, an extremely uncommon thing for him, but with Mercedes just having finished her turn with the grocery shopping with fully stocked cupboards and fridge coupled with Kurt's hoarded 'stash' in the closet of his room, the events of the day had ended on a slippery downward spiral that now had him knelt on the ensuite floor with a desperate grip on the toilet bowl and a spilled bottle of laxatives lying on the floor by his knees. It would all pass soon, though. He had complete and utter control of the situation, as far as he was concerned. If he just maintained this, the dislike for himself would be manageable and it wouldn't have to be the raging hate he usually felt. Rachel thought she hated him, but she had fucking nothing on how he felt about himself. She was right. Maybe he should just be a drag queen. It was about all he was good for.
( But Kurt had never been more emotionally confused in his life, and that was fucking saying something... )
NARRATIVE, SCENE COMPLETE
justbeingaqueenWhat: Sliding moments...
Where: Kurt, Mercedes and Quinn's apartment
When: Follows THIS
Rating: Graphicy details
It looked like a candy store projectile vomited all over his room. The candy and chocolate bar wrappers were strewn all over his bed and littered the floor, and were partying hard with the empty pizza box and packets of Doritos and a couple of mostly-melted tubs of Ben & Jerrys Phish Food. There was an up-ended box of Dots that had scattered in amongst the rest of the junk and had spilled dramtically when he climbed off the bed to calmly and collectively walk into his ensuite bathroom. Yes, being the only boy, he had claimed the ensuite and although both Quinn and Mercedes bitched him out for it, he told them he would get his own apartment if he didn't have the luxury of his own bathroom, and also threatened not to talk to them for a month if he didn't get his own way. It had been an extremely tenacious fight on all their parts, but it was just impossible to dominate Kurt's gay bitch when he unleashed it in full-force.
His room was a total mess, an extremely uncommon thing for him, but with Mercedes just having finished her turn with the grocery shopping with fully stocked cupboards and fridge coupled with Kurt's hoarded 'stash' in the closet of his room, the events of the day had ended on a slippery downward spiral that now had him knelt on the ensuite floor with a desperate grip on the toilet bowl and a spilled bottle of laxatives lying on the floor by his knees. It would all pass soon, though. He had complete and utter control of the situation, as far as he was concerned. If he just maintained this, the dislike for himself would be manageable and it wouldn't have to be the raging hate he usually felt. Rachel thought she hated him, but she had fucking nothing on how he felt about himself. She was right. Maybe he should just be a drag queen. It was about all he was good for.
( But Kurt had never been more emotionally confused in his life, and that was fucking saying something... )
NARRATIVE, SCENE COMPLETE
justbeingaqueen.livejournal.comWho: Just justbeingaqueen
What: Sliding moments...
Where: Kurt, Mercedes and Quinn's apartment
When: Follows THIS
Rating: Graphicy details
It looked like a candy store projectile vomited all over his room. The candy and chocolate bar wrappers were strewn all over his bed and littered the floor, and were partying hard with the empty pizza box and packets of Doritos and a couple of mostly-melted tubs of Ben & Jerrys Phish Food. There was an up-ended box of Dots that had scattered in amongst the rest of the junk and had spilled dramtically when he climbed off the bed to calmly and collectively walk into his ensuite bathroom. Yes, being the only boy, he had claimed the ensuite and although both Quinn and Mercedes bitched him out for it, he told them he would get his own apartment if he didn't have the luxury of his own bathroom, and also threatened not to talk to them for a month if he didn't get his own way. It had been an extremely tenacious fight on all their parts, but it was just impossible to dominate Kurt's gay bitch when he unleashed it in full-force.
His room was a total mess, an extremely uncommon thing for him, but with Mercedes just having finished her turn with the grocery shopping with fully stocked cupboards and fridge coupled with Kurt's hoarded 'stash' in the closet of his room, the events of the day had ended on a slippery downward spiral that now had him knelt on the ensuite floor with a desperate grip on the toilet bowl and a spilled bottle of laxatives lying on the floor by his knees. It would all pass soon, though. He had complete and utter control of the situation, as far as he was concerned. If he just maintained this, the dislike for himself would be manageable and it wouldn't have to be the raging hate he usually felt. Rachel thought she hated him, but she had fucking nothing on how he felt about himself. She was right. Maybe he should just be a drag queen. It was about all he was good for.
( But Kurt had never been more emotionally confused in his life, and that was fucking saying something... )
NARRATIVE, SCENE COMPLETE
justbeingaqueenWhat: Sliding moments...
Where: Kurt, Mercedes and Quinn's apartment
When: Follows THIS
Rating: Graphicy details
It looked like a candy store projectile vomited all over his room. The candy and chocolate bar wrappers were strewn all over his bed and littered the floor, and were partying hard with the empty pizza box and packets of Doritos and a couple of mostly-melted tubs of Ben & Jerrys Phish Food. There was an up-ended box of Dots that had scattered in amongst the rest of the junk and had spilled dramtically when he climbed off the bed to calmly and collectively walk into his ensuite bathroom. Yes, being the only boy, he had claimed the ensuite and although both Quinn and Mercedes bitched him out for it, he told them he would get his own apartment if he didn't have the luxury of his own bathroom, and also threatened not to talk to them for a month if he didn't get his own way. It had been an extremely tenacious fight on all their parts, but it was just impossible to dominate Kurt's gay bitch when he unleashed it in full-force.
His room was a total mess, an extremely uncommon thing for him, but with Mercedes just having finished her turn with the grocery shopping with fully stocked cupboards and fridge coupled with Kurt's hoarded 'stash' in the closet of his room, the events of the day had ended on a slippery downward spiral that now had him knelt on the ensuite floor with a desperate grip on the toilet bowl and a spilled bottle of laxatives lying on the floor by his knees. It would all pass soon, though. He had complete and utter control of the situation, as far as he was concerned. If he just maintained this, the dislike for himself would be manageable and it wouldn't have to be the raging hate he usually felt. Rachel thought she hated him, but she had fucking nothing on how he felt about himself. She was right. Maybe he should just be a drag queen. It was about all he was good for.
( But Kurt had never been more emotionally confused in his life, and that was fucking saying something... )
NARRATIVE, SCENE COMPLETE
[TEXT] To jewhawk
Mar. 3rd, 2012 01:35 pmrockstarwarbler.livejournal.comDon'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.
[TEXT] To jewhawk
Mar. 3rd, 2012 01:35 pmrockstarwarbler.livejournal.comDon'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.
rockstarwarbler.livejournal.comWho: rockstarwarbler and justbeingaqueen
What: Screw 'em
Where: Puck and Blaine's apartment
When: Following THIS
Rating: Not sure yet
As soon as the apartment buzzer went, Blaine was up off the sofa and shooting over to the door to buzz Kurt in. He had been sitting there wallowing ever since the stupid and hurtful text message from Rachel, and it was what led him to deciding to ditch class that afternoon. He couldn't be bothered going, so he didn't. Instead, he sat and ate a whole box of Oreos while he watched re-runs of Quantum Leap on one of the classics channels.
Kurt's text message had put a smile on his face when the one to Puck had gone unanswered. He had been feeling sensitive and pissed off, but it only felt better when Kurt offered to come keep him company. It was like the day had gone from suck to shiny again and he had butterflies flipping in his belly just from the anticipation of some time with Kurt. He didn't care about Rachel's opinions. She could stick them up her ass. He adored Kurt, and nothing was going to waver that. When he opened the door, finding Kurt standing there with a little brown paper bag, Blaine broke into a grin and reflexively reached for Kurt's free hand. "Hey, you," he greeted him fondly and then leaned in to give him a soft kiss.
rockstarwarbler and justbeingaqueenWhat: Screw 'em
Where: Puck and Blaine's apartment
When: Following THIS
Rating: Not sure yet
As soon as the apartment buzzer went, Blaine was up off the sofa and shooting over to the door to buzz Kurt in. He had been sitting there wallowing ever since the stupid and hurtful text message from Rachel, and it was what led him to deciding to ditch class that afternoon. He couldn't be bothered going, so he didn't. Instead, he sat and ate a whole box of Oreos while he watched re-runs of Quantum Leap on one of the classics channels.
Kurt's text message had put a smile on his face when the one to Puck had gone unanswered. He had been feeling sensitive and pissed off, but it only felt better when Kurt offered to come keep him company. It was like the day had gone from suck to shiny again and he had butterflies flipping in his belly just from the anticipation of some time with Kurt. He didn't care about Rachel's opinions. She could stick them up her ass. He adored Kurt, and nothing was going to waver that. When he opened the door, finding Kurt standing there with a little brown paper bag, Blaine broke into a grin and reflexively reached for Kurt's free hand. "Hey, you," he greeted him fondly and then leaned in to give him a soft kiss.
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