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LeftoversFinn pulled some leftover Chinese food out of the fridge, ignoring the chopsticks stuck in it, for he had never been good at using them. He was heating it up when he heard giggling coming from the living room. He looked around the corner and watched two very lovey teenagers mess around. Kurt was playing with a curl of Blaine's hair that seemed to survive Blaine's daily moose application. Finn wrinkled his nose. He could pretend they didn't slightly repulse him when he was facing them, but where they couldn't see him he didn't feel too bad about it. He went back into the kitchen and retrieved his re-warmed leftovers. He went back into the living room and sat at the coffee table. Before he could start his snack however, Kurt giddy laughter stopped, causing Finn to look around. Kurt was no longer playing with Blaine's hair. The two were lip-locked.
"Kurt!" Finn got up, backing away. "I'm trying to eat here!" Kurt looked a little embarrassed but otherwise unfazed.
"Sorry Finn. We didn't me
For your Entertainment"So hot out of the box, Can we pick up the pace? Turn it up, heat it up I need to be entertained. Push the limit, are you with it? Baby, don't be afraid, Imma hurt you real good baby." Blaine was star struck. When Kurt had told him his song choice, Blaine had expected costuming and an extreme performance. He had actually hoped for it. But here Kurt was, normal clothing, not elaborate, just, there. But that was better. Kurt was sexy all by himself. Blaine mentally slapped himself for ever trying to help him with sexy.
"Let's go it's my show, baby, do what I say. Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display. I told you, Imma hold ya down until you're amazed. Give it to ya til you're screaming my name." Kurt voice was low, almost like he only wanted Blaine to hear. He seemed cool, not proud, not theatrical, just there. But the difference was appealing. Not all the time, but now and then Kurt smiled wryly at what Blaine assumed was the expression on his face, but he didn't try to
Little MermenBlaineasaurious Rex the semi-aquatic dinosaur was swim-stalking his prey. Hopefully his prey would continue to be unaware of his presence despite his humming of the 'Jaws' theme. He snuck up behind Kurt in the pool, poised to pounce. They were with the entire New Directions and some Warblers at the Lima public pool. At the last possible moment before Blaine's attack, Kurt spun around and splashed at him, drenching his hair.
"I will get you!" Blaine smiled, pouncing. Both boys went under the water. They came up spluttering. Kurt's hair was all messed up and covering his face. His lovely face. Blaine lifted a lock and smiled at the beautiful face underneath. The two shared a moment of intimacy. The moment didn't last long however, for both boys were attacked by the football players of the New Directions and sprayed with water guns.
Missing You"Will you tell me where we're going? I have to get to rehearsal in three hours." Kurt reminded Mercedes while they were stopped at a red light.
"We won't be gone that long. You won't miss practicing for the worst musical ever." Mercedes snickered. Kurt had auditioned for 'How to Kill a Zombie with a Dictionary' only a week after moving in with Mercedes. After getting the part did he realize exactly how bad it was. It was-according to the director-a romantic comedy thriller tragedy. The songs were amazing, but the story was horrible. Kurt didn't have the lead, but did get the most songs, so he was happy. They were scheduled to open in a week. One of the upsides was it had a huge budget. Kurt was being paid generously.
"Tell me puh-leeeeese." Kurt begged.
"Fine. We're going to the Central Park music studio." Mercedes told him.
"I won't tell you that. It's between me and Rachel."
"Perfect. Is this another scheme of hers to get in 'How to Kill a Zombie with a Dictionary'?"
Get It RightRachel could not shake what Finn had said. Maybe he was right, and she shouldn't do this. For one, she didn't even really love Blaine. He was her best friend, but she had done this before. She hated that Finn was right, that he knew her so well. For another thing, he didn't mention if he missed her at all</i>. Rachel frowned in the full-length mirror at her wedding dress.
"Do you not like it?" one of her dads asked.
"Oh, no I love it. I was just thinking." Rachel stared at herself in the mirror, feeling guilty.
"Kurt! Where'd you go? Blaine said you just left." Finn had caught Kurt back in his room.
"I shouldn't have come. I'm going home." Kurt said, shoving his clothes back into his suitcase.
"Come on, just stay for the wedding."
"Please Kurt, stay."
"Why? Blaine doesn't want me there."
"Kurt, I don't think either of them will go through with this wedding."
" .Fine." Kurt stopped packing.
"Great." Finn grinned, unsure why he wanted Kurt to stay. After th
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
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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