"You see me, love me, just the way I am. For you I am a better man."

[warble_on_jeff]

Who? The gang's all here!
What? Not exactly the party Jeff was going for...
When? Saturday night
Where? La Casa de Niff

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[justbeingaqueen]

Kurt held up his hand, eyes closing briefly to indicate he wasn't really going to buy Jeff's protests. "It is true, and you know it. You posted a wide-sweeping comment on Facebook about wanting someone to go shopping with you. I have two businesses, a husband, and a baby on the way, do you think I sit on Facebook all day waiting for people to talk to me? That was hardly an invitation. For all I knew, you wanted to try out a new brand of freaking toilet paper." He had been really hurt and offended to have not been Jeff's first port of call with any of this. It wasn't like he meant to hold a grudge, because he didn't, but he was a professional wedding planner who had won awards, worked for celebrities and had now been offered his own TV show (not that they ahd visited that issue since Blaine's accident). He was also a professional stylist and personalised shopper. If helping someone shop for an engagement ring with the intention of getting married wasn't something he was consider for right off, why shouldn't he be offended?

That was about the point that Kurt was suddenly hit with one of those godawful pains in his stomach again. His fingers gripped around his side, but he didn't outwardly react except for sucking in a sharp breath. His eyes sought out Quinn to see if she was doing this to him again (why did he have to be such a sympathetic fag to her hag?) but she seemed perfectly fine talking to Blaine. Maybe it really was his diet of late, and he looked at the cookies on his plate before shoving the plate aside with a distasteful wrinkle of his nose. He didn't want to end up with insufferable indigestion again when they were supposed to be having a good time at the party. "Fine. But don't come running to me if you need help again. Shop's shut."