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[feelslikegaga]

[Ladies and gentlemen, when you glance towards your PCD's this fine afternoon, you'll see that resident diva Kurt Hummel looks... a little perturbed. It may or may not have anything to do with the fact that his hair's a little messed up, or the fact the room behind him looking like a whirlwind went off in it.]This might sound like... a weird

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[showchoirstar]

... what is that?

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[feelslikegaga]

I have no idea, but it almost reminds me of some... video game I've seen Finn play a few times back home.

[He will reach up over his shoulder and pluck the little thing - no longer than his forearms at the moment - off his back in order to hold her out for the camera.] I found her nestled in my McQueen Pashmina.

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[showchoirstar]

What's a --

[Rachel waves a hand. It doesn't matter.]

How do you know it's a girl?

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[feelslikegaga]

A type of scarf. Rachel, we really need to get you caught up on at least the basic fashion terms.

[It does so matter, Rachel Berry. FASHION ALWAYS MATTERS.]

I don't. I simply decided she is until she somehow proves otherwise.

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[showchoirstar]

I see.

[Rachel peers at the dragon curiously.]

-- Are you going to keep it? What does it even eat?

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[feelslikegaga]

[He places the little dragonhawk down on the table, watching as she drags herself forward to poke her strange little head at the lens.]

That's the issue. If I can figure out what she needs, I might. She's harmless for now, kind of like an affectionate parakeet.

[Which... probably explains why he's so calm about the whole thing. This boy misses Pavarotti.]

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[showchoirstar]

Keep it away from my record collection or I will throw it out a window.

[Rachel looks curious, though, and the thing appears more or less harmless...]

Can I come see it?

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[feelslikegaga]

If she did any damage to whatever Barbra you've collected I'd do the honor of throwing her out myself.

[.... he says as the thing flutters over wobbily and then proceeds to clamber up his shirt to his shoulder, much to his annoyance. That's McQueen she has the talons of her wings in, after all.]

Of course. Just be prepared to duck. She already has a habit of trying to steal hair.

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[showchoirstar]

Whatever Barbra I have managed to collect is my collection and my collection alone, thank you very much. It is worth more than gold.

[But she's already pushing open the door of Kurt's room, clicking the PCD off with a grin.]

Are you going to name her?

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[feelslikegaga]

[He was about to make some sort of clever retort when his door started opening. So with a click on his side, he set the thing down, watching as the little Dragonhawk began to chirp and chatter before fluttering her way over to Rachel.]

We'll see how long your Barbra hoarding lasts now that I know you have some hidden away.

[He watches the little... creature attempting to land on Rachel's head, still a bit clumsy. Really, she'd only just hatched in the corner of his closet. She was still trying to get used to getting around.]

Considering it shouldn't be too hard to feed her... yeah. I already have a few in mind.

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[showchoirstar]

[Rachel immediately freezes, as the dragonhawk lands on her, eyes wide as saucers at the feeling of tiny little claws on her shoulders and head -- but once the creature seems to settle down, she relaxes slightly, reaching up a hand to awkwardly pat the feathers and scales.]

She's... cute.

[A little uncertainly, because -- well, Rachel likes kittens, not feathery reptiles, but she supposes she can make-do.]

What kind of names? I refuse to let you name a -- snake thing after Patti Lapone.

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[feelslikegaga]

[He stops, blinking at Rachel for a good twenty seconds before his expression dissolves into what is most definitely a pout.]

What's wrong with naming her after Patti?

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[showchoirstar]

[Rachel is carefully trying to get the dragonhawk out of her hair, without much success.]

It is a lizard, Kurt, you cannot name it after -- a Broadway legend such as Patti Lapone, that is like naming one of my cats Barbra --

[She finally manages to get one claw detached, only to have the thing effectively cling to her head. Eventually, Rachel gives up with a sigh, and crosses her arms, leaving her living breathing hat in place.]

I have to go to the theatre later, so -- this dragon thing better let go by then.

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[feelslikegaga]

She's a dragon, Rachel. That definitely puts her at least ten steps above lizards when it comes to household pets. [But even though he's rolling his eyes at that, he still steps forward and makes a move to try and grab the little dragonhawk, slowly and carefully untangling her talons and wings from Rachel's hair.] What would you rather I call her, then? Because I am not naming her something like Muffin or Spot.

[He lets the dragonhawk go, then, pursing his lips in relative annoyance as she flutters around to latch to his back, just hitching a ride for the time being.] I saw that. The theatre. How's it looking so far?

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[showchoirstar]

Muffin is a cute name!

[But Rachel looks better with the dragon not in her hair -- and she brightens considerably at the mention of her theatre.]

It's wonderful! Jesse helped me clean out the stage and the seats are salvageable.

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[feelslikegaga]

For a dog that looks more like a mop than an actual living, breathing, animal maybe. But not for a - [He waves his hand, forgetting the name he's been told for the hundredth time already. There was just nothing classy about a dragonhawk] - dragon-bird hybrid.

[But then? The topic changes, and Kurt is narrowing his eyes a little at Rachel's sudden nearly instant cheer. It could have been about the theatre, sure. But he knew Rachel Barbra Berry, and if there was one thing that could interest her more than performances - as much as she hated to admit it and as much as Kurt has tried telling her is a bad thing and completely detrimental to any Broadway dreams and aspirations she might have for herself - it was boys. And, in this case, one particular boy.]

Let me guess: he not only helped but he whipped off his shirt and started singing selections from Spring Awakening complete with Elvis-esque hip gyrations and all, right?