He thinks he's such a lady killer.
I’m the one in the middle. And yes, I’m aware that the white part at the top is super weird. I used a crappy internet editor for a project last semester, so sue me.
Sweet 16!! Because Kris keeps asking :P
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Glee AU: In which Rachel, Quinn, Blaine and Kurt find a golden ticket to Willy Wonkas chocolate factory.
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WHY AM I LAUGHING SO HARD OH GOD
I CAN’T BREATHE
LOOOOOOOOL
BURN!
LMFAO THE BURN HEAL
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all i can see is Cooper, listening to Blaine tell the story of his first kiss with Kurt
the last face is a reaction to HE TASTED LIKE RAINBOWS COOP. R A I N B O W S.
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Shortly after Kurt and Blaine start dating, they go back to the Anderson residence and find Cooper drunk. Kurt can’t help but note the similarities between the two.
This is the best thing. The. Best. Thing.
THIS IS GOOD. THIS IS VERY GOOD.
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Later he’ll blame it on the late hour, the lights, the three and a half appletini’s the man in the trucker hat bought him, the unfamiliarity and the loneliness and the need to drive away the constant dull thud of why why why that’s been plaguing him since he left Ohio.
But at that moment, feeling eyes on his back, turning and looking and smiling ever-so-slightly at the stranger, there isn’t any need to blame anyone.
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He’s not the usual type, soft and slender and elfin, looking like a being from another world, even under the neon lights, with the scent of cigarette smoke in his hair and a redness in his eyes that probably isn’t from drugs. He doesn’t fight, he doesn’t bitch or insult or cuss. He melts and surrenders and kisses first, in the dark corner between the bathroom and the bar.
And when they pile into a cab and ignore the stares and head for a motel, there’s a soft, cool, delicate hand holding almost innocently to his.
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He makes excuses, he mumbles and stutters about an ex-boyfriend and a father and New York City, and the other boy has to laugh, because he never even have a boyfriend to ex, and he’s never been to New York City and he grabs two handfuls of fabric that cost more than his house and he hisses don’t fuckin’ talk about fuckin’ fathers against kiss-swollen, gasping, so so soft lips.
And the rips in the expensive shirt and the stain in the velvet vest and the bruises and the bitemarks don’t get anger or defiance or a slap in the face, because they’re the first thing that’s felt real since I think we just need some time apart.
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“…I should go. My sister’ll be looking for me and —”“Stay.”
“…I don’t cuddle.”
“I know. Stay.”
“And we aren’t gonna…exchange phone numbers or names or fuckin’ life stories.”
“…stay.”
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He stays.
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And before dawn the next morning, Kurt Hummel’s on a bus back to Lima, texting “I’m sorry” and “I miss you” and “Let’s try to work things out” to his boyfriend.
And for the first time, Ian Gallagher wakes up alone.
