#6, have a drinking-age, college student Kurt!justbeingaqueenJuly 18 2011, 09:37:16 UTC
There was a microphone. It didn't matter if it was Karaoke, he was going to get that microphone and to hell with anyone who tried to stop him. He maybe had a few too many, and had somewhere in the mix lost his boyfriend to a round of jelly shooters at the back of the room of pulsing college party. Blaine would give himself away with his embarrassing drunk dancing or inappropriae furniture conduct sooner or later. Seriously, Kurt needed to get him a little bell or a flag for his head sometimes. How did he keep losing him? Maybe a leash. Oh, a leash... that might be fun.
But later. Microphone now. He swallowed down the last of his current Cosmo and then literally leapt out of his chair and pounced on a blonde girl who was grabbing the mic, knocking them both to the ground as he seized off her. "Darling... love'the pants, but this'is mine," he stated and then broke into a triumphant giggle. "Y'never get between a bitch an'his mic, 'kay? Mine."
*giggle* love it!gr8muppetyodinJuly 19 2011, 02:17:37 UTC
"What? No! This mic is mine, okay? You can just get your own bitch mic. This mic? Buffy's mic!" She leaned forward to try and grab it. He was probably lucky she couldn't actually tap into her Slayer strength when she was drunk.
She could pout though, boy could she pout. Then she brightened a little. "You really love these pants? I do look good in them, don't I?"
By this point, knowing he had a challenge on his hand, Kurt had a death grip on the microphone and he wouldn't be opposed to bitchslapping if that was what it took. When she tried to grab it off her, he just batted her hand away, his drunken brain not at all bothered that he was sprawled inelegantly on the floor. It wouldn't matter if someone even came and pulled his pants down around his knees, he still would not let go of that mic.
"I refuse't lose t'anyone called Buffy," he decided lightly and then suddenly pointed over to the side with the mic. "LOOK! ICE CREAM!" he shrieked and when she turned to look, he scrambled up off the floor and did a clumsy bolt for the stage.
"Hey! I call foul!" Buffy cried as she got to her feet and went chasing after him. Not losing to someone called Buffy? Oh, she was definitely going to show him. She would get that mic back, and she would sing until his head exploded.
"And I still want ice cream," she added just as she nearly collided with him up on the stage and suddenly realised they were both now up in the spotlight in front of a just as drunken audience. "Oops."
Kurt had the height on her now his growth spurts had finally be generous to him. So generous, he was even distinctly taller than Blaine these days. But that was okay, because Blaine was adorable and it was amazing what you could accomplish with a few extra inches here or there. He was holding the mic up in the air away from her she should couldn't get it as he started to flick through the song catalogue, swaying drunkenly on his feet a little.
As she got close to him, he rolled his eyes with an overexaggerate huff. "You're here 'gain. Now we're jus' gonna have t'do a duet." The words came out as if he was just told he needed to eat raw donkey's balls. He couldn't help if his bitch came out when he had a few too many. He stopped flicking through the catalogue for a moment and held his hand up when she got close and then waved it in front of himself. "Uh, uh, uh. Thi'is Prada. No touchie."
Buffy wasn't above climbing him if she had to. She was petite, so she could manage it without making him collapse under her weight. Either that, or she could just knock him off balance anyway and grab the mic before he hit the floor. She could kill demons! Why was getting a microphone off this guy so hard?
He really was a bitch. "You still have my mic. It was my turn, buster. You don't just barge your way in when I feel like it. I mean, when you feel like it." Her eyes narrowed at his warning before she pressed the tip of her finger against his chest and the precious Prada. "What are you gonna do about it, punk?"
"MY mic," Kurt corrected, still holding it up in the air and he was about to continue, as well as going back to the song catalogue, before he stoped and cocked an eyebrow at her. "Did'ya' seriously jus' call'me punk? Me? Really? What are'ya'? An Eighties reject? I am not doin' Eighties anythin'. I've seen Eighties drunk singin' an' I still have indigeshion from'it."
Never mind the fact it was his apparently gay crush right after lip-locking with his female friend, and who had now become his boyfriend. His opinion still stood. Blaine was an embarrassing drunk, and Kurt was clearly a fabulous one.
"Nah-uh, not even!" Buffy jumped up for the mic, and kept jumping to try and grab it until the room took a spin without taking her and she had to lean forward as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"M'no eighties reject, don't you have sense of hume-senshume-stop spinning! Your Prada is making me dizzy."
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But later. Microphone now. He swallowed down the last of his current Cosmo and then literally leapt out of his chair and pounced on a blonde girl who was grabbing the mic, knocking them both to the ground as he seized off her. "Darling... love'the pants, but this'is mine," he stated and then broke into a triumphant giggle. "Y'never get between a bitch an'his mic, 'kay? Mine."
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She could pout though, boy could she pout. Then she brightened a little. "You really love these pants? I do look good in them, don't I?"
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"I refuse't lose t'anyone called Buffy," he decided lightly and then suddenly pointed over to the side with the mic. "LOOK! ICE CREAM!" he shrieked and when she turned to look, he scrambled up off the floor and did a clumsy bolt for the stage.
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"And I still want ice cream," she added just as she nearly collided with him up on the stage and suddenly realised they were both now up in the spotlight in front of a just as drunken audience. "Oops."
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As she got close to him, he rolled his eyes with an overexaggerate huff. "You're here 'gain. Now we're jus' gonna have t'do a duet." The words came out as if he was just told he needed to eat raw donkey's balls. He couldn't help if his bitch came out when he had a few too many. He stopped flicking through the catalogue for a moment and held his hand up when she got close and then waved it in front of himself. "Uh, uh, uh. Thi'is Prada. No touchie."
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He really was a bitch. "You still have my mic. It was my turn, buster. You don't just barge your way in when I feel like it. I mean, when you feel like it." Her eyes narrowed at his warning before she pressed the tip of her finger against his chest and the precious Prada. "What are you gonna do about it, punk?"
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Never mind the fact it was his apparently gay crush right after lip-locking with his female friend, and who had now become his boyfriend. His opinion still stood. Blaine was an embarrassing drunk, and Kurt was clearly a fabulous one.
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"M'no eighties reject, don't you have sense of hume-senshume-stop spinning! Your Prada is making me dizzy."
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