“Blaine, come on, this is -“ Kurt didn’t even finish his sentence, since he was laughing again. The slight buzz in his head seemed to distract him from anything rational and made everything seem funny
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Kurt looks up at the rickety structure and frowns, hands on his hips. The bottle of champagne clutched in his right hand bounces against his thigh and sloshes over onto his borrowed coat. “This is your big New Year's plan? Drunken death by collapsing wood? Thanks for including me. I appreciate it
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"Kurt! I'm sorry! I didn't know it would pop that far!"
"give me that fucking bottle, it's chilled, right?"
"yeah--here"
"this better keep the swelling down, i do not want to be black and blue when school starts back up."
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