A surprised Puck followed Carmen into her office. He wondered what the older woman was about to tell him. He knew he wasn't meant for Broadway like Kurt was but maybe NYADA could pave the way to getting into Mannes School of Music. Still, he figured that he wasn't the kind of person Carmen Tibideaux usually let into her school. Besides, he was busy with model bookings and was planning on going to college once some of the notoriety of being the new face of Marc Jacobs died down
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31 Texts From last Night Day 29test_kard_girlJanuary 29 2013, 22:49:43 UTC
(317): HE IS COURTING ME WITH CHINESE FOOD AND IT IS WORKING.
Kurt really thought he was over crushing on straight footballers. Also, that he was over sending panicky flappy-hands texts to Mercedes from the deserted hallway outside the auditorium. But, as this evening is proving, apparently not.
Okay, 'courting' is possibly not the right term. But it's not Kurt's fault that Puck has a really sensuous way of sucking up noodles. And oyster sauce is definitely an aphrodisiac. And it doesn't help that Kurt is at the passing-out-from-lack-of-vitamins stage of his post-Christmas dieting regime. The smell of sweet chilli and coconut and the gorgeous snap of prawn crackers...
"I want to coat him in peanut sauce." Kurt hisses frustratedly into his iPhone, and listens to Mercedes cackling uselessly on the other end.
"It's not an original thought." She assures him "-- Have you seen the striations on that boy’s abs?"
"No, but I'd really like to." Kurt grits back frustratedly. "He fed me prawn crackers. He licked sauce off my chin. He paid
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Who would have thought that he would be so good at conducting investigations, sending bad guys behind bars, tracking terrorist or working undercover.
Yes, he loved all that, well most of it.
He used to love working undercover, no one was better that him to blend into his surroundings, he could play whoever he wanted for as long as he wanted.
But things changed and while he still loved his job, nowadays nothing was better that putting all those horrible things behind him, going home and joining Noah and their sweet baby girl, their Chrissy.
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Kurt really thought he was over crushing on straight footballers. Also, that he was over sending panicky flappy-hands texts to Mercedes from the deserted hallway outside the auditorium. But, as this evening is proving, apparently not.
Okay, 'courting' is possibly not the right term. But it's not Kurt's fault that Puck has a really sensuous way of sucking up noodles. And oyster sauce is definitely an aphrodisiac. And it doesn't help that Kurt is at the passing-out-from-lack-of-vitamins stage of his post-Christmas dieting regime. The smell of sweet chilli and coconut and the gorgeous snap of prawn crackers...
"I want to coat him in peanut sauce." Kurt hisses frustratedly into his iPhone, and listens to Mercedes cackling uselessly on the other end.
"It's not an original thought." She assures him "-- Have you seen the striations on that boy’s abs?"
"No, but I'd really like to." Kurt grits back frustratedly. "He fed me prawn crackers. He licked sauce off my chin. He paid ( ... )
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Who would have thought that he would be so good at conducting investigations, sending bad guys behind bars, tracking terrorist or working undercover.
Yes, he loved all that, well most of it.
He used to love working undercover, no one was better that him to blend into his surroundings, he could play whoever he wanted for as long as he wanted.
But things changed and while he still loved his job, nowadays nothing was better that putting all those horrible things behind him, going home and joining Noah and their sweet baby girl, their Chrissy.
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