CHALLENGE 35

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CHALLENGE 35 - SHIP ROULETTE
Challenge: Write a short fanfiction based upon a randomly chosen pairing.

Specifics:

• Reply below (under your team's part one thread) and I will assign you two characters from the list below. To determine your pairing I will pop the list into randomizer and assign you the first two names listed.
• After you receive your

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Re: CHEERIOS - PART TWO

[whisper_lillies]

Pairing: Emma/Kurt
Wordcount: 376

When Kurt had heard his name called over the PA system that morning, he had not been prepared for what was in store. He had strutted down the deserted hallways until he got to the office, sat down in the comfortable overstuffed chair, and interlaced his fingers, placing them on his knee. He had expected a talk about college; it WAS senior year, after all. And now... well... now this was a catastrophe he never thought he'd be a part of.

"It's just that you're such an attractive man," Miss Pillsbury was saying, stumbling over herself. "I just thought that maybe we may be able to help each other out."

Kurt looked at her, his gaze half horrified, half disbelieving.

"So what you're saying," he said slowly, "is that you want me to have sex with you?"

Emma's head shot up.

"What? Oh, no! No!" she exclaimed loudly, checking to door to guarantee no one had overheard. "No that would be illegal. And besides that, you're a student, I'm a teacher... a guidance counselor, I give guidance, I don't... that is-"

"So what exactly are you trying to say?" Kurt cut her off.

She placed her hands on the table in a determined fashion.

"I was hoping," she said nervously, "that we could maybe discuss... copulations. You're an attractive man and that Blaine Anderson is certainly charming... I thought you could maybe give me some pointers, you know, help me with certain... problems."

Kurt stared at her for a few minutes. Then he exhaled, hitting his hands on the top of his legs.

"Well, this has been fun, Miss Pillsbury, but I'm really not sure I'm the person to help you out. You might be better off reading one of your pamphlets. That one over there looks good; 'How To Tell If I've Gone Completely Insane'."

He threw his messenger bag over his shoulder and practically ran for the door.

"Good luck!" he called back to her, cutting off her feeble protests.

He closed the door and breathed heavily.

"How she got to be the counselor of anything is beyond me," he muttered to himself. Then he strode in the direction of the parking lot. Forget the rest of classes, he needed a long, hot shower.