lonely christmas eve

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So here's what you missed on Glee:

Tabula Rasa is currently blanketed in a layer of snow, which apparently happens every year even though it's a tropical island, although this year it seems that the island's transported itself to some weird alternate Victorian universe running on steam. Kurt's adjusted fairly well - ( "I've helped lace a couple of

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There was a stream of irritated sounding Swedish from the doorway.

Lisbeth Salander mostly enjoyed the chance to practice with different costumes. For the most part, she'd been wearing men's clothes in the new wintry clime-- or more accurately, the clothes of a young boy.

But once she'd learned how to wear the dresses, she didn't mind them so much. There was ample room for pockets, and so if her pretty skirt also had a half-charged taser in it, that was all the better.

She was swearing, however, because the lace at the bottom of her skirt had become caught in the little buttons on her boots, and while her fingers were small and quick, they didn't know how to do this very well.

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Pausing shortly after his song and bringing his arms neatly in front of his chest to cross, Kurt tilted his head at the foreign words muttered and streaming into the room, vaguely wondering to himself when he'd grown so accustomed to Lisbeth's presence. While she wasn't quite the same type of friend that the members of the glee club were, not sharing very many interests at all with Kurt, there was still something comforting about having her around. Predictable and steady alike. And so he sighed a little sigh as the jukebox changed its track to Frank Sinatra, and instead of joining in, made his way over to the young woman to see if he could help with her wardrobe malfunction.

"I like the way the skirt looks on you," he remarked as he knelt by her side, carefully disentangling the buttons.

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"Why thank ya, guv'nah," Lisbeth said, snapping off a fairly perfect British accent. She stood up once disentangled, making sure to pull Kurt up to his feet as well. "The people here are very easy to imitate if you listen," she added as an explanation for her outburst.

She realized only a moment too late that there weren't many alternate explanations for her talent in mimicry.

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Pausing as his hand closed around Lisbeth's own, Kurt's eyes narrowed in slight- but noticeably amused- disbelief. To have her play along with a theme at all made him grin as he got to his feet. Perhaps he hadn't yet convinced her of just how important music was in everyone's life (or should have been), but they'd gotten to a point where they were comfortable with one another. Every joke further convinced him of their friendship, and Kurt wasn't the type of person who tended to turn those down.

"Well, looks like you've got a talent that you've been hiding from me," he concluded, crossing his arms to get a better look at her. "If you're generally as good at imitating people as you were just now, I could see you getting into theater. You wear the dress well, too, malfunction aside."

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It was the strangest proposition Lisbeth had ever had.

No one had really ever told her she might be good at something, for one.

That funny, stirring feeling in her chest had her opening her mouth before she could be entirely sure of what she was doing. "I'm eidetic," she said. "I remember everything. Language and accents aren't a problem."

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"Eidetic memory, isn't that like... photographic memory?" Kurt asked, honestly unsure, his brows furrowing as he tried to remember the last time he'd heard the term. He thought that it'd come up on Grey's Anatomy, but truth be told, it was rather hard to figure out what didn't pop up on that show. Pressing his lips together, he shook his head. "Anyway, wow, I didn't realize that applied to... spoken language and regional dialects, that's impressive. Like, even if you're able to memorize it, I would have expected that repeating it all would be another matter."

Blinking, he paused, considering her carefully.

"Do you think that this means you can sing, too? Can you handle pitch?"

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Lisbeth hesitated before answering. "It works with things I hear, too. I have to make an effort to layer the accent on top of the language." She monitored his face as she spoke as if it were a particularly precarious download. Her memory had been one of the worst things in primary school; she had bloodied more than one nose after the taunting.

"I've never thought about applying it to singing," she admitted. "I knew this band, and they asked me to sing once. It didn't work. But I didn't really try."

She paused.

"Pitch is important in speaking several languages that I know."

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Although Kurt found himself on the cusp of laughing, there was not a hint of mocking in his tone, but instead a sort of wide-eyed wonder at the fact that someone relatively clueless in the way of music and theater could be so possessed with the skills to succeed in either. Were he more the type of man to hold a grudge, he might have been jealous, bitter. Instead, he saw only an opportunity to bring her into the fold.

"Well, I don't know why it didn't work with this band of yours, but I can almost guarantee you that I'm more persistent," he pointed out with a raise of his brow. "I think... it could be a pretty gratifying experience. Bring you in, figure out if you like what you see."

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"Evil Fingers was not a group with a high level of discipline," Lisbeth said, faintly amused at the recollection. She realized that they too must have been hounded by the press in the wake of the charge. "And they weren't exactly classically trained."

She thought about it, pressing her hands down her bodice.

It seemed unlikely she'd be able to learn this skill, as it relied so heavily on feelings. However, letting Kurt teach her might develop their friendship further. Puck had a passion for music too.

"Okay, yeah. We could try it."