Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun.
Who: Hummelberry
When: Early Saturday evening.
Where: The B.C. at first then maybe out and about...?
Summary: Kurt soothes his favorite hag after her reunion with Finn does not go as planned.
Warnings: Niente.
Life had been a nonstop flurry of activity for Kurt since before the Holidays, and for all of it to be so suddenly over was both a blessing and a curse. Kurt often complained about being stressed--particularly about its potential to cause frown lines--but honestly, he didn't know what to do when he wasn't. He reflected upon this as he returned home from an early morning shift at the garage, slipping immediately into the shower to wash off the grime and contemplate potential activities for the rest of the day.
He'd make dinner, certainly, so it was ready for Blaine for when he got home-- That sounded like a good idea. Something a little complicated. Once dressed and coiffed he approached Rachel's room with the intent of asking her what she wanted to eat, rapping a few times at her door.
"Oh Elphie," he trilled, leaning slightly against her door. It was strange; at this time of day usually Rachel could be heard belting show tunes from within, or at least reciting lines--but this time there was nothing but silence. He frowned. "Are you asleep?"
When: Early Saturday evening.
Where: The B.C. at first then maybe out and about...?
Summary: Kurt soothes his favorite hag after her reunion with Finn does not go as planned.
Warnings: Niente.
Life had been a nonstop flurry of activity for Kurt since before the Holidays, and for all of it to be so suddenly over was both a blessing and a curse. Kurt often complained about being stressed--particularly about its potential to cause frown lines--but honestly, he didn't know what to do when he wasn't. He reflected upon this as he returned home from an early morning shift at the garage, slipping immediately into the shower to wash off the grime and contemplate potential activities for the rest of the day.
He'd make dinner, certainly, so it was ready for Blaine for when he got home-- That sounded like a good idea. Something a little complicated. Once dressed and coiffed he approached Rachel's room with the intent of asking her what she wanted to eat, rapping a few times at her door.
"Oh Elphie," he trilled, leaning slightly against her door. It was strange; at this time of day usually Rachel could be heard belting show tunes from within, or at least reciting lines--but this time there was nothing but silence. He frowned. "Are you asleep?"