Who's coming to dinner...
Where: GleeCollar Verse
Who: wantsthetruth, compulsivetwin, kurtonese , notnamedwarbler, sharpdressedcon, lovelymrssuit
What: Sierra has offered they all come over to dinner and volunteered Kurt to cook for them.
Peter wants to make it a celebration dinner and seriously talk about them coming to New York for good.
Posting Order: Peter, El, Sierra, Blaine, Kurt, Neal.
If Neal mun is busy with life, we will just skip her till she can tag or puppet her.
Kurt can just use Neal in the kitchen. :]
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Peter smiled as he made his way up the steps to the door. His head tilted and he turned to look at El, unable to keep the smile off of his face. Oh yes, he was a little nervous about meeting them all like this. He couldn't hide that. Still, the joy outweighed the fear. He'd brought a bottle of wine for Neal and El to sip, as well as some beer for himself. He was wearing a suit, but there was no tie, the top buttons of the shirt left undone. He looked much more relaxed then he ever looked at work.
If only they knew. He was far from relaxed. He'd always wanted to be a father. And he knew El always wanted to be a mom. The time just never had seemed right. He worked a dangerous job. He didn't want to take desk duty. She had events to plan. Neal entered his life and that took up a lot of his time. Everything added up to them not being parents. Now, there were two kids who were here and needed some help. They were very independent, that much was true. Neal was very proud of what he'd heard so far. Still, kids needed parents. Parents that would be around and actually show interest.
He wasn't sure where Neal was. They had parted ways earlier in the day. He assumed that Neal was already there at the house, helping the kids or even staying with them. If Neal wasn't there, then he'd start to worry and check where his location was. Reaching out, he took El's hand in his and threaded their fingers together. She would clearly be able to see how nervous he was. Neal had never even made him feel this way.
Reaching up, he rang the doorbell.
Who: wantsthetruth, compulsivetwin, kurtonese , notnamedwarbler, sharpdressedcon, lovelymrssuit
What: Sierra has offered they all come over to dinner and volunteered Kurt to cook for them.
Peter wants to make it a celebration dinner and seriously talk about them coming to New York for good.
Posting Order: Peter, El, Sierra, Blaine, Kurt, Neal.
If Neal mun is busy with life, we will just skip her till she can tag or puppet her.
Kurt can just use Neal in the kitchen. :]
******
Peter smiled as he made his way up the steps to the door. His head tilted and he turned to look at El, unable to keep the smile off of his face. Oh yes, he was a little nervous about meeting them all like this. He couldn't hide that. Still, the joy outweighed the fear. He'd brought a bottle of wine for Neal and El to sip, as well as some beer for himself. He was wearing a suit, but there was no tie, the top buttons of the shirt left undone. He looked much more relaxed then he ever looked at work.
If only they knew. He was far from relaxed. He'd always wanted to be a father. And he knew El always wanted to be a mom. The time just never had seemed right. He worked a dangerous job. He didn't want to take desk duty. She had events to plan. Neal entered his life and that took up a lot of his time. Everything added up to them not being parents. Now, there were two kids who were here and needed some help. They were very independent, that much was true. Neal was very proud of what he'd heard so far. Still, kids needed parents. Parents that would be around and actually show interest.
He wasn't sure where Neal was. They had parted ways earlier in the day. He assumed that Neal was already there at the house, helping the kids or even staying with them. If Neal wasn't there, then he'd start to worry and check where his location was. Reaching out, he took El's hand in his and threaded their fingers together. She would clearly be able to see how nervous he was. Neal had never even made him feel this way.
Reaching up, he rang the doorbell.