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Everyone started eating dinner, and Burt talked about work, and how Will Schuester had finally brought his dying car to the garage, and then Carole had shifted the conversation to her work at the back, where she was a teller. She told a story about an elderly woman who kept trying to write money orders for more than she had in her account.
“Pass the broccoli please,” Kurt asked politely.
Finn leaned over to hand Kurt the broccoli, their fingers brushing as Kurt tried to take the bowl from Finn. Kurt pulled his hands back as if he'd been burned and the serving bowl fell to the table, broccoli spilling out onto pale yellow tablecloth.
“Dammit, Kurt, I'm not going to hurt you!” Finn couldn't help but yell at the shorter boy.
“Not while you're awake, maybe!” Kurt flung back at him.
Thanks. It's weird, 'cause even though Finn is one of my least favorite characters, I "get" him. Like, I can really see how he thinks, even though I usually want to hit him.
This fic isn't exactly on hold, per se, but it's temporarily backburnered while I work on some others, because I'm not entirely certain how I want to write the next chapter. I'll try and work on it soon though.
On a side-note, I just updated my Puckurt Dr. Who crossover, and I'm pretty sure you read that one.
I plan on finishing it, I'm just a little unsure of where I'm going with it. This is one of those stories that I started without a concrete plan for where it was going or where it was gonna end. I do plan on writing more, I just have to figure out where I'm going with it.
“Pass the broccoli please,” Kurt asked politely.
Finn leaned over to hand Kurt the broccoli, their fingers brushing as Kurt tried to take the bowl from Finn. Kurt pulled his hands back as if he'd been burned and the serving bowl fell to the table, broccoli spilling out onto pale yellow tablecloth.
“Dammit, Kurt, I'm not going to hurt you!” Finn couldn't help but yell at the shorter boy.
“Not while you're awake, maybe!” Kurt flung back at him.
“Dude, that's not my fault!” Finn argued ( ... )
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This fic isn't exactly on hold, per se, but it's temporarily backburnered while I work on some others, because I'm not entirely certain how I want to write the next chapter. I'll try and work on it soon though.
On a side-note, I just updated my Puckurt Dr. Who crossover, and I'm pretty sure you read that one.
I'm really glad you like this!
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