Chapter XI.

“Oh my god!” Kurt exclaimed, hands flying to his stubbed left foot. He hopped around a little in the grass, trying to breathe through the throbbing pain emitting from his big toe. ‘Okay, ask help when putting up tents.’ He gingerly placed his foot back down as an amused Blaine walked up to him from his own tent positioned a ways away.

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Chapter IX.

Blaine’s brow was furrowed with distress. What was taking Kurt so long? He hoped everything was alright. He took another slurp of his raspberry chocolate swirl, savoring the sweet and bitter flavors as they tingled tantalizingly on his taste buds. Mercedes seemed to be thinking the same thing as Blaine. She rapped her nails impatiently ( Read more... )