(Yum! Since my mom always made it without beans...)
Ed poked at his bowl, frowning. “Where are the beans?”
“Hmm?”
“Beans. There are no beans in this chili.”
“I make it without beans,” Roy explained.
The look Ed turned on him was somewhere between stunned and genuinely offended. “You can’t make chili without beans. It’s not chili.”
“No one’s making you eat it,” Roy sniffed. “Go fix something else.” He reached for Ed’s bowl, but Ed wrapped an arm around it protectively, reaching for the crackers with his other hand as though he was afraid Roy would try and take those away too.
“It’s fine!” He crammed a large spoonful into his mouth to demonstrate, then said, “You could have seasoned it, y’know.”
See, dinner was really awkward until Blaine got all huffy about Kurt wearing a blue and yellow scarf, because OMG MICHIGAN COLORS. HOW CAN I BEEN SEEN IN PUBLIC WITH YOU RIGHT NOW? And then Finn was all OH THANK GOD YOU ARE SANE and then they spent the rest of dinner talking about why the Buckeyes are awesome and now Kurt is sorry he ever introduced them (but deep down he's really happy they get along with each other, deep, deep down).
“Oh, they’re lovely,” Carole said, peering closely at the tiny petals of the origami orchids. “I can’t believe they’re made of paper.”
“At least this way they won’t die, right?” Burt grinned.
Carole nodded. “Where did you find them?”
“Um, I asked the boys what they thought you might like,” he admitted.
“They both came up with paper orchids?” she asked with a smirk.
“Well, Finn wanted to get you a Wii, but Kurt said that first anniversary gifts had to be paper so…”
Carole laughed. “Open yours."
Burt tore the wrapping paper off and stared at the package in his hand, eyes wide and face getting redder by the second. He finally managed to ask, “Are these-“
“Origami sex dice!” Carole nodded. “It’s so funny we both got each other origami.”
I have this total image of her being quite cheerfully shameless about sex: she likes it! It's fun! Let's do it! While Burt totally blushes and whatnot, 'cause he's had quite the dry stretch.
(You were probably expecting eskimo kisses or something.)
Kurt stared, slack jawed, as Blaine hurried over to the group of boys gathered outside. It had snowed all yesterday afternoon and the Warblers were in the process of constructing fortifications and ammunition for the snowball fight they had scheduled with the chess club. On the other side of the soccer field, the chess club was also preparing. Blaine had been running late, but no one other Kurt had seemed bothered over it. Now, he was stuck staring at Blaine in stunned disbelief.
“It’s not… Wha…” Kurt tried to say. Words failed him.
“What?” Blaine asked, voice muffled a bit by his thick scarf. He spread his mittened hands out at his sides, looking around, confused.
“What’s on your nose?” Kurt demanded, pointing.
Blaine reached up and tugged the triangular piece of knit fabric away from his face. It snapped back into place when he let go because there were straps hooked around his ears. “It’s a nose warmerKurt stared. “I… I can’t
( ... )
Puck tugged a bit, testing the rope that Tina had just used to fasten his wrist to the headboard. On his other side, Mike continued looping another rope. His smirk was downright evil as Puck tugged on that wrist too.
Puck raised an eyebrow when they both went to stand at the end of the bed and survey their handiwork. “Someone should have told me how kinky you Asians are sooner,” Puck said.
“No one told you to talk, Puck,” Mike reprimanded.
“In fact, we’d rather you kept your mouth shut for this,” Tina told him, crawling onto the bed.
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Ed poked at his bowl, frowning. “Where are the beans?”
“Hmm?”
“Beans. There are no beans in this chili.”
“I make it without beans,” Roy explained.
The look Ed turned on him was somewhere between stunned and genuinely offended. “You can’t make chili without beans. It’s not chili.”
“No one’s making you eat it,” Roy sniffed. “Go fix something else.” He reached for Ed’s bowl, but Ed wrapped an arm around it protectively, reaching for the crackers with his other hand as though he was afraid Roy would try and take those away too.
“It’s fine!” He crammed a large spoonful into his mouth to demonstrate, then said, “You could have seasoned it, y’know.”
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Ahem, I'm sorry, I'll be a little more specific...
Kurt/Blaine, on a maybe-date with Finn as an awkward third wheel.
But really, I'll take anything. ♥
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See, dinner was really awkward until Blaine got all huffy about Kurt wearing a blue and yellow scarf, because OMG MICHIGAN COLORS. HOW CAN I BEEN SEEN IN PUBLIC WITH YOU RIGHT NOW? And then Finn was all OH THANK GOD YOU ARE SANE and then they spent the rest of dinner talking about why the Buckeyes are awesome and now Kurt is sorry he ever introduced them (but deep down he's really happy they get along with each other, deep, deep down).
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SORRY. I MEAN:
Burt/Carole, anniversary
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“Oh, they’re lovely,” Carole said, peering closely at the tiny petals of the origami orchids. “I can’t believe they’re made of paper.”
“At least this way they won’t die, right?” Burt grinned.
Carole nodded. “Where did you find them?”
“Um, I asked the boys what they thought you might like,” he admitted.
“They both came up with paper orchids?” she asked with a smirk.
“Well, Finn wanted to get you a Wii, but Kurt said that first anniversary gifts had to be paper so…”
Carole laughed. “Open yours."
Burt tore the wrapping paper off and stared at the package in his hand, eyes wide and face getting redder by the second. He finally managed to ask, “Are these-“
“Origami sex dice!” Carole nodded. “It’s so funny we both got each other origami.”
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I have this total image of her being quite cheerfully shameless about sex: she likes it! It's fun! Let's do it! While Burt totally blushes and whatnot, 'cause he's had quite the dry stretch.
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*is trying not to think about that dog and cat conversation*
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Kurt stared, slack jawed, as Blaine hurried over to the group of boys gathered outside. It had snowed all yesterday afternoon and the Warblers were in the process of constructing fortifications and ammunition for the snowball fight they had scheduled with the chess club. On the other side of the soccer field, the chess club was also preparing. Blaine had been running late, but no one other Kurt had seemed bothered over it. Now, he was stuck staring at Blaine in stunned disbelief.
“It’s not… Wha…” Kurt tried to say. Words failed him.
“What?” Blaine asked, voice muffled a bit by his thick scarf. He spread his mittened hands out at his sides, looking around, confused.
“What’s on your nose?” Kurt demanded, pointing.
Blaine reached up and tugged the triangular piece of knit fabric away from his face. It snapped back into place when he let go because there were straps hooked around his ears. “It’s a nose warmerKurt stared. “I… I can’t ( ... )
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Puck tugged a bit, testing the rope that Tina had just used to fasten his wrist to the headboard. On his other side, Mike continued looping another rope. His smirk was downright evil as Puck tugged on that wrist too.
Puck raised an eyebrow when they both went to stand at the end of the bed and survey their handiwork. “Someone should have told me how kinky you Asians are sooner,” Puck said.
“No one told you to talk, Puck,” Mike reprimanded.
“In fact, we’d rather you kept your mouth shut for this,” Tina told him, crawling onto the bed.
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