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DreamsKurt blinked awake, warm and comfy. Blaine's arms were wrapped tight and warm around him. Kurt's subtle movement woke Blaine.
"Morning" Blaine smiled. "How'd you sleep?"
"Better then usual, how 'bout you?" Kurt felt so happy and peaceful.
"Good." Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt lightly. "I love you."
"I love you." Kurt smiled. He sat up, kissing Blaine again. Blaine began to trail kisses down Kurt's neck.
"If you give me a hicky my dad will kill you."
"Not if he doesn't see it." Blaine noted.
"Fine. But if he kills you I'll remind you that I told you he would."
"Yes, yes." Blaine wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt, who was beginning to become drowsy. "Now sleep, you need it. We both know you haven't been sleeping well."
"Only because I've been missing you." Kurt muttered.
"You are so cute."
"Fine. Now sleep."
"Okay, okay." Kurt said, feeling himself falling asleep again.
"Kurt! Wake up."
"Shut up Blaine, I'm sleeping."
"Kurt, get up." Finn pulled the covers off Kurt. Ku
What Happened In Dublin"Are you ready for the last show?" Chris Colfer asked his co-star.
"Yup, do you even need to ask? I'm more ready then Harry was to die to save the entire wizarding world by dying that ended up failing because Voldy was stupid and tried to kill him with his mother's protective charm on him still." Darren began once again on the best-selling book series.
"Dork." Chris muttered.
"Speak for yourself, Mr. Ninja." Darren teased.
"At least I didn't spend, what was it, a whole summer writing music for a Harry Potter play." Chris laughed.
"I will get you for that, and when you least suspect it." Darren threatened.
"Oh no! Just not in public." Chris was oozing sarcasm.
"Mark my words, Colfer." Darren broke out laughing.
"So, I thought now would be the part the perfect time," It was near the middle of the last Glee tour show, Chris had finished the extensive poem, and was now proceeding with the skit. "To propose!" the crowd of fans went wild.
"To propose?" Darren asked, following the script.
What the Heart WantsKurt swept his warm brown hair into place, trying to make his decision. One, he could go to the wedding, risk more heartbreak and possibly Rachel and Blaine's marriage, or he could stay home, and wish that he had. Kurt frowned at his reflection in his bathroom mirror. Why was this knowing at him? Blaine was no longer his boyfriend. Why did he care? Kurt scowled once again at the mirror. He knew perfectly well why he cared, why he wanted to go. Kurt knew that this was not good for Blaine or for Rachel. Blaine was gay, that would never change. They would probably not ever be happy. Kurt figured that Finn would probably talk to Rachel, but even if he did get her to call the wedding off, Blaine would once again be heartbroken. Kurt hated that he could just be mad at Blaine, that he still cared about him and didn't want him to get hurt. Suddenly, Kurt was decided, he would go. Now, the question was, what would he say to Blaine?
Finn missed Rachel. He had ever since they had graduated and Ra
Save the Date"What do you mean you don't get why Olivia Newton-John was so iconic? She was only the best-" Kurt was interrupted by the doorbell. He got up and ran to the door, like he had been doing since he had left Blaine and New York and went back home. He opened the door, still wishing. Disappointed, his smile dropped when he saw that it was just the mailman. The mailman handed Kurt a package and two letters.
"Thanks" Kurt said, closing the door. He headed back to the couch, looking at the package. When done, he handed the envelopes to his father, keeping the box.
"My hat arrived." Kurt said, pulling out an artwork of a hat.
"Mhmm." Burt Hummel said, opening one of the letters. The doorbell rang once again. It was Finn.
"Mom! Burt! Did you get the mail?" Fin asked, holding a letter in his hand.
"Yeah " Burt was staring at the letter in his own hand.
"What is it?" Kurt asked, trying to gat a look at Finn's letter.
"You should read it for yourself." Finn held out the paper.
Need You NowBefore he went home, Kurt just walked. He went everywhere, even places he had never been to. He finally got home at around eleven o'clock. Upon his arrival home, Kurt was bombarded once again by Finn.
"Where have you been? Rachel called again-"
Kurt cut him off. "I don't want to talk to Rachel."
"She can't fix anything."
"At least she's trying."
"She can't change what Blaine said." Kurt regretted mentioning that the moment he said it.
"Not your business."
"It can't be that bad." Finn prodded. Kurt wasn't going to be tricked into saying anything. He crossed to the refrigerator, opening it and peering inside.
"Where does dad keep the alcohol?" Kurt asked, moving condiments around.
"What? I'm old enough."
"I'm twenty-two, that's a whole year past old enough." Kurt pulled out a slightly dusty six pack of beer.
"Fine, I'm going to bed." Finn slouched upstairs. Kurt plunked on the couch, pulling a can from the six-pack. He stared at it, wo
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