Featured: Glee - Bad Romance
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woebegone ::: kurt hummel
He wasn't a boy, he was a man. He was "adulting" now, as the students at NYADA called it. It was odd because he didn't feel like an adult. He also didn't feel like a child, nor a teenager. He didn't know what he was.
Thus summed up the current train of thought racing across Kurt's mind. His right hand was clenched around his cell phone so tightly that his knuckles were an ungodly white, even for him. In his left hand were a small stack of Polaroid photos taken with the camera he "borrowed" from the Vogue office.
He clenched his teeth together as he appeared to have a momentary battle with himself before he set the cell phone down beside his feet. He didn't know what he was doing here, up on the roof. He walked slowly over to edge of the building and leaned against the railing, entranced by the sparkling cocktail of city lights flickering across his vision.
The whisper of the wind tickling his skin was supposed to blow through his hair and tickle his scalp, but he realized with frustrat
Snapchat (Klaine oneshot) “God I hate the subway,” Kurt said as he and Rachel were pushed and shoved into the crowded car. Kurt managed to find a seat on the edge of the bench and Rachel opted to stand against the adjacent pole.
“But Kurt the subway is such an integral part of the city! It’s so full of life!” Just as she finished speaking the sounds of someone being sick could be heard a few seats down from Kurt.
“That enough life for you?” Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow.
“This will just make a good origin story for us when we’re famous,” Rachel said trying to keep the revulsion from her face. “When we’re rich and famous everyone will know of our humble beginnings.”
“That time can’t come soon enough.” Kurt pulled a magazine from his bag and looked through the ads trying to keep his mind distracted from the noise and mess around him. A few minutes into his browsing he came upon an ad for fur coats.
Glee: New Comer-PrologueIt all started when I had landed myself in detention, on the first day of my new school. I know a shocker me, Maya Venezia, the quiet, predictable girl, who sits in the back of the class, got in big enough trouble to get in detention. Anyway the point is that I was sitting in detention and from there my whole life went up hill only to go back down.
“You will sit here for 3 hours and think about what you have done. No talking and no moving,” Mr. Figgins ordered us. Then he shot a look at two boys sitting together, on had a mohawk and slightly darker skinny, the other I thought I remembered from my Spanish class, Finn was it? “And for you Glee Clubbers no singing or dancing either.” Mr. Figgins then left the room.
I plugged in my headphones at once-they always helped the time pass by faster-and turned on my favorite tunes. After a minute or two I felt a tap on my shoulder, pulling an ear plug out I look at the person to find that it was the boy named Finn. “
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