[Kurt's been sort of groggy all day. He spent most of it rolling around in bed under his covers with the curtains shut. It isn't until the sun starts to go down that he finally starts to feel sort of awake and alert. When he finally catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, well...he doesn't. There's no reflection there. But just looking at his ( Read more... )

[It's been a really long time since Kurt was willingly shirtless in public - not since he discovered how fashionable cover-ups are pool-side, at the very least. And with all of the slushie facials he's received, it hasn't been quite as long since he was in public with completely ruined hair, but that doesn't mean he's happy about the way his hair ( Read more... )

[Kurt is there, trying to look as composed as he possibly can. That's not working so well though - he's pale, but that's less due to fear, and more due to his skin having literally become almost white. His cheeks are pinkish red though, and it looks suspiciously as though someone airbrushed a blush on his face. His hair is hard, though to be fair ( Read more... )

[Kurt isn't in his room when he comes onto the screen. Instead, he is in the music room, where he's held Wonderland's glee club meetings. He's over by the piano at first, leaning against it, trying his best to look like he's not feeling anything at all. Then, just in case you weren't paying attention, he lays his hand on the lower keys, letting ( Read more... )

[The camera flickers on, and Kurt is there, directly facing the camera. He's sitting in a rather modern-looking white chair in his room, with one leg delicately crossed over the other, and his hands folded in his lap. Since all of the evidence of horrible makeovers and other things that shall not be discussed is gone, he's opted to just proceed ( Read more... )

[So, what did you think Kurt's dream would be? Attending fashion week? His name in lights? Succeeding in showbiz?

Well, you're wrong. He's dreaming about a garage. Specifically his father's garage - Hummel Tires and Lube. His father's there, but he's facing away, talking to someone just out of view. Dream logic says it's probably a customer ( Read more... )

Well, now that that's over...

Rachel's gone. Again. But I haven't seen a strange doppelganger of her around anywhere, so I'm guessing she wasn't arrested a second time. Unless she's developed a new fondness for hide and seek, I suspect she's found a way out of here.

[He lets that thought hang in the air. He's trying not to sound hurt that Rachel ( Read more... )

[So, what do you do when you have a friend who distrusts the magic closets as a viable clothing source? Why you show him the way, of course, via an impulsive wardrobe makeover ( Read more... )

[Kurt turns on his his communicator and looks directly into it - he's sending an SOS out on the network.]

Look. I know we spend ninety percent of our time on the network bickering...if not more, so this might sound unusual. [He shifts, straightening his posture out of nervous habit and turning his nose up.] ...But I haven't seen Rachel since that ( Read more... )

Okay, this is ridiculous. This room needs redecorating, and it is going to happen today.

I already have the accessories set aside for the finer points for decorating, but unfortunately some repairs need to be made, because a certain cr- [He tries so hard to stop himself. He really does, but of course he blurts it out anyway.] a certain crazy ( Read more... )