Puckerman

Night Time Party Planning~ [Puck/Kurt]

Thu, 10 May 2012 22:19:03 -0300

Kurt raised an eyebrow, initially unsure how to take Puck’s laughter in response to what he did, but he decided it was a good thing when Puck didn’t seem too annoyed by it. He leaned his head against the back of the couch as he continued watching his roommate, a smile coming to his face as he claimed he will try harder. No one’s ever tried hard for him before, not like Puck was claiming to right now. It felt good. “You sound so sure,” he teased lightly.

Except Puck might have been right. If he played his cards right, Kurt could’ve very easily succumbed to him and falling into him because of his own curiosity and desire for closeness to another human. A male human. That one girl he tried to act straight with back in sophomore year of high school did not count. For now he’d just enjoy whatever he could get out of this until that time came, if it ever came at all.

He stared at the threading of the couch, deep in thought as he considered Puck’s suggestions. “Karaoke would be fun, but I don’t think we can manage to get a huge stereo in there. Or make a stage. We could try.” He shrugged. At the mention of snacks, he piped up, raising his head and looking at Puck. “I can make mini quiches!” he nearly exclaimed. Seriously, what was a better party treat? “And cheese. Maybe mini sandwiches,” he started listing off.

“Sure? Please, Hummel. I’m certain of it,” he replied proudly as his grin got even bigger. “I know I’m irresistible, alright? I’m hot and nice when I want to and I can be super charming, too. No one’s ever survived to my skills. When I set my eyes on you, it’s because I know you’ll be mine. And you, my friend, had just been marked all over. I got your name on my list.”

His smirk was flirty, and sweet, perfectly practiced. He licked his lips and shrugged, “I know you don’t want to believe me, but you will have to. Eventually. And as soon as you put your walls down for a second, I’ll be all up in your garden.”

The smile Kurt gave him only encouraged him. He was already in the game, that much he knew. And there was no kind of competition for him there. He just needed to play smoothly and Kurt would be in his arms again faster than he could say orgasm.

“Maybe we don’t need a stereo. Or a stage. I mean, I could play the guitar, I’d have no problem with that. At least we’d have music that wouldn’t be too loud and a new activity or whatever. Besides, I’m a genius with my guitar, and I could totally serenade you until you give it up. So yeah, I think it’s a great idea.” Puck chuckled a bit at Kurt’s enthusiasm about the snacks. “Those kish things sound nice, even when I have no effin idea of what you’re talking about. But cheese and sandwiches are a must. As much as Cheeto’s and Dorito’s are, too. And French fries, of course. We could sneak out and buy some of those too, what do you think? And maybe more gummy bears, we can spike them with vodka.”

Wed, 09 May 2012 11:10:04 -0300

getting things ready for the party, you’ll know soon

Tue, 08 May 2012 16:42:44 -0300

getting things ready for the party, you’ll know soon

Night Time Party Planning~ [Puck/Kurt]

Tue, 08 May 2012 03:06:15 -0300

haunted-and-beautiful:

Kurt raised an eyebrow at the word slave. Was Puck for real? The sexual connotation wasn’t lost on him but he chose to play his indifference card. He somehow got pleasure out of denying Puck what he wanted and he wasn’t about to stop. It gave him a sense of empowerment. For once, someone wanted him instead of the other way around. Sure, he’d be lying if he said he completely didn’t want Puck back, but he could live without it. Having Puck pleading for him made him feel sadistically good.

He glanced down at where Puck’s hand trailed up his leg, hoping it didn’t decide to go too far up. The heat of Puck’s skin and breath was difficult to deny but Kurt leaned back as far as the couch would allow. Perhaps choosing the comfort of this position wasn’t the best idea. “Slave, huh?” he echoed finally, though not giving into Puck’s plea to be kissed. He rested his hands on either of Puck’s shoulders and grasped onto the fabric of his old gym shirt.

He drew increasingly closer, letting his own breath wash over Puck’s face. Right before meeting his lips, he changed direction and instead brought his own closer to the other’s ear and spoke, “Then you’re gonna have to try a lot harder.” And he pushed Puck off while he had his guard down.

He was feeling Kurt’s breath on his lips, already smiling in celebration when the boy changed his mind. And then, he was being pushed back, and he almost fell off the couch. He couldn’t help to start laughing, because this? This was incredible. Kurt not only was playing hard to get, but was making Puck want to get him more than everything in the world.

When his laughing was reduced to chuckling and he could breathe normally again, Puck’s eyes fixed on Kurt’s and he grinned. “Y’know what? I’m not even mad,” He shrugged and sat back up again, not even trying to keep distance from Kurt, but sitting close again. “I’ll try harder, if that’s what you want. It might take me longer, but you’ll be mine. You’re not getting away from me, Hummel.” he said with a wink, then cleared his throat and rested his back against the couch, one of his hands on Kurt’s knee.

“So we have spin the bottle, and alcohol. Good. We need something more, like… something to have fun with, but I don’t know what.” He thought for a minute and shrugged. “If we weren’t here and we could be loud we could do karaoke or some shit, but… I guess we can’t do that because if they catch us, they’ll kill us.” Puck licked his lips and looked at Kurt, “Have you thought about snacks yet? Alcohol makes you hungry, too…”

...I'm supposed to be a little bit more friendly.

Mon, 07 May 2012 17:41:45 -0300

misfitfinn:

…I see.

I was going to change a grade or twelve. It was a stupid idea.

That’s pretty rough. Are you here for a while?

yeah, they said i should spend summer here, too, but it depends on how i “behave”. So I guess I’m getting out of here when i’m 84 or so…

Night Time Party Planning~ [Puck/Kurt]

Mon, 07 May 2012 04:59:51 -0300

haunted-and-beautiful:

Kurt had to roll his eyes at Puck’s antics but still smiled in amusement at the other’s persistence. He had to admit it was admirable that Puck just went after what he wanted until he ensued that he got it. Though, it was also worrisome for Kurt because he didn’t want to fall into some trap that would only hurt him in the long run. He remember when he harbored an undying devotion for a straight boy on his school’s soccer team and how horribly that turned out due to how emotionally involved he got. He couldn’t let it happen again, especially now after Puck’s stolen his first kiss—his first kisses—from him.

“I’ve never thrown a party, so I don’t know much about it,” he admitted. He shifted, turning so that his body faced Puck’s and his legs were folded beneath him as he scooted back until he was rested against the armrest of the couch in a more comfortable position. “If we get busted for alcohol, you know there will be circumstances, but I know I can’t stop you so I’m not even going to bother. Drinking games, however, are juveniles, so why don’t we stick to the ones that don’t involve getting wasted off our asses?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, the look in his eyes just daring Puck to try to argue with him. The fixedness of his gaze faltered at the mention of spin the bottle and when he saw Puck lick his lips—it was obvious what was going through his mind by the way his eyes drifted down to Kurt’s own lips, but Kurt refused to digress. “Spin the bottle is pretty juvenile as well, but I suppose I have nothing to lose now that someone’s stolen my first kiss anyway.” His voice fell dramatically on that last part, not wanting to go too deeply into that. He knew it would only give Puck more reason to want to make out or whatever now.

Puck chuckled, “I’ll take whole responsibility for the alcohol, I promise.” He watched as Kurt shifted, and when he settled, he quirked an eyebrow and scooted closer again, his thigh against Kurt’s knees. “Yeah, baby, whatever you want. It’s your party, I’m your slave,” he said putting emphasis in the word slave.

When Kurt approved spin the bottle, Puck grinned. “Perfect, then we could practice now, and then I can stole your second, and your third and all the ones after that.” He was insolent and too damn sure of himself, but he wanted Kurt. He wanted nothing than to be able to kiss Kurt right then and there, where he looked adorable in his frikin’ pajamas and his bed hair. Puck’s hand sat on Kurt’s knee and started climbing up his leg as he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Kurt’s lips. “C’mon, baby! I’m dying here…” Puck’s voice was a plea, and his eyes shifted to look into Kurt’s eyes. “Please”, he repeated just moving his lips, and licking them as his eyes went to Kurt’s mouth again, his breath almost caressing Kurt’s face.

Night Time Party Planning~ [Puck/Kurt]

Mon, 07 May 2012 03:27:06 -0300

haunted-and-beautiful:

Kurt froze a bit as Puck spoke into his ear. He was expecting Puck to say something seductive or what-not but the fact that he tried to use the gummy bears threw Kurt off. He was about to call Puck out on his idiocy when he felt the hot breath on his neck. He hated how sensitive his neck was. He had to swallow down a lump in his throat just to force himself not to fall into the feel. Putting a hand on one of Puck’s shoulder’s, he kept it there for a moment before pushing against him and scooting back a bit, away from Puck.

“Really, Puckerman? As much as I may like gummy bears, I wouldn’t do that for them. I don’t have some kind of creepy food fetish. You may, but I don’t. Besides, weren’t we meeting to make party plans?” he asked, trying to change the subject. Sure, he enjoyed making out with Puck before, but that was a one-time fluke. He told himself so at least.

Puck’s laughter was soft and inviting, and he pulled away just the tiniest bit, but his knee was still pressed against Kurt’s. “Fine, whatever. Whatever you want. Whatever,” he said, and sent a little smirk for Kurt, because he had to face it, at least the boy had style.

Puck yawned and leaned back on the couch, looking back at Kurt. “So, about the party, yes. What are your plans? like, where do you plan on finding the alcohol that it requires? Or what games to get wasted are we going to use? I personally love that one where you have to throw the coin into the cup, that one’s fun.”

Puck talked, but his eyes were just fixed on Kurt, because the more he was told to fuck off, the more he wanted him. Right now, it was something Puck couldn’t explain with words. He needed Kurt pay attention to him and to realize that, yes, Puck was not giving up, he was just waiting for Kurt to give in.

He licked his lips looking at Kurt’s lips and smirked, “Or we could play spin the bottle. It’s always a fun game to play.”

Night Time Party Planning~ [Puck/Kurt]

Mon, 07 May 2012 00:56:01 -0300

haunted-and-beautiful:

Kurt fumbled with the hem of his cardigan, refusing to acknowledge that Puck caught him. “Well, some Starbucks could be nice. I do like coffee. Not a big fan of Taco Bell, or any fast food chain for the matter, but it’d be better than anything they serve us here,” he talked on, not noticing when Puck drew closer the first time.
The second time he noticed though and he couldn’t move away because of what Puck said. Gummy bears were his guilty pleasure and he wondered if Puck somehow found out about that and was using it against him now or if he actually guessed it by chance. It was probably the latter since he hadn’t told anyone about his secret fondness for the snack. “Let’s hope he doesn’t,” he replied in a quiet voice, secretly actually hoping that they’d still be there. It’d been a while since he’d last had them.

He chuckled at the thought though. “It’s funny. A guy like Xavier having all that junk food? Do you think he actually eats it? Maybe it’s confiscated from delinquents like us—like you.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not really a delinquent, I’m just here…” He trailed off when Puck cleared his throat and looked at him.

He knew it was too good to be true. It was too soon to assume that Puck was showing his true colors and wasn’t act like he did before. Those probably were his true colors. A mixture of spontaneous sweetness and an overall, as Puck liked to call it, badassness, or as Kurt liked to call it, egoism. “You got your thanks; the sandwich was your prize,” he deadpanned and completely ignored Puck’s invitation in favor of inspecting his own perfectly manicured nails as though they had something far more interesting than anything Puck had to offer.

“Well, maybe Starbucks will be fine, then. I bet we can sneak out for a whole hour without getting caught,” he shrugged taking a sip of his water. “Xavier never really pays attention anyways…”

Puck chuckled softly when Puck almost swooned when he talked about gummy bears, and he though he might have found something to blackmail him with. He smirked, “It’s probably confiscated, like community service money, right? In jail they use cigarettes, in here, it’s junk food,” Puck scoffed and shrugged when Kurt called him delinquent, not really caring much. “But you’re here, aren’t you? It’s the same. Even if you didn’t do anything wrong, your record says you did. You’re destined to be an outcast for the rest of your life just ‘cause someone pissed you off…”

Puck rolled his eyes at Kurt’s response and scooted closer, until his leg was against Kurt’s, and as he leaned over him, he smirked. “But the gummy bears…” Puck laughed really low next to Kurt’s ear, “I bet they are feeling really lonely all alone in X’s room. Bet they really need someone to take care of them…” Puck’s breath grazed Kurt’s neck and he sighed, “I could get them right now if you want me to. I just need… a little push, y’know? Just the tiniest little thing will do.”

...I'm supposed to be a little bit more friendly.

Sun, 06 May 2012 23:49:19 -0300

misfitfinn:

Puck. That’s the elf in Midsummer Night’s Dream.
I’m here because I tried to hack into my school’s computer system. Not really fair, I had the passwords and everything so it shouldn’t count, in my book. What’d you do?

sorry, i didn’t watch that movie. but it’s short for Puckerman, my last name.

hack your school’s computer system? what for? that’s… weird.

i drove my mom’s car into a convenience store’s window, then run away with the atm. so got sent to juvie and now i am stuck here. tough life.

Night Time Party Planning~ [Puck/Kurt]

Sun, 06 May 2012 23:14:55 -0300

haunted-and-beautiful:

Kurt was completely oblivious to Puck’s dislike towards Karofsky, or at least to one of the reasons for it. He was a little surprised when Puck stopped him from covering himself up but found that he was a bit relieved by it. But he couldn’t help rolling his eyes at Puck’s tactics when he kissed his bicep. It was partially a cover up for his own attraction to Puck’s biceps but he would never admit that.

“Maybe you can try eating out. I’m sure there are a couple of places just off the highway where we—where you could eat something better.” He bit his tongue lightly at the slip he made. Why would Puck want to go out to eat with him even if he did claim to find him ‘hot’? Besides, it wasn’t like Kurt meant to actually say that.

He rolled his eyes and looked for the can of soda he’d brought for Puck, only to find that Puck had accidentally knocked it over when he woke up with a start. “I brought you a Mountain Dew,” he said after Puck already got the water out of his bag. He leaned down to pick it up and placed it back on the table. Water was better anyway, at least in his opinion.

He looked at Puck incredulously. “You stole from…?” He couldn’t bring himself to say it at the risk of being overheard and getting in trouble. He even glanced around to make sure no one was coming, which, thankfully, no one was. When he turned back to Puck from glancing around, he was pleasantly surprised to find Puck handing him a chocolate bar. He caught it with his hands and looked at it, a light blush covering his features as he couldn’t help but smile back. “O-oh, thank you.” He wrapped his hands around it as he held it on his lap, not wanting to ruin it. “How sweet of you.” It was very sweet of Puck, in the strangest way possible, to steal a bar of chocolate for him.

Puck looked up at Kurt and smiled when he saw him blushing. Yeah, he heard that just right, it hadn’t been his imagination, and he grinned as he licked his lips. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Maybe we could sneak out and get us some Taco Bell tomorrow? Or just out for some Starbucks coffee. I miss that shit…” He said with a wink, and scooted just a little bit closer to him on the couch.

Puck thanked the soda and laid back, sighing softly. “I’ll just wait a bit until I’m hungry again. The gas will make the hunger step back until I go to sleep. Works like a charm.”

He looked up at Kurt when he seemed surprised to Puck stealing from Xavier’s office, and he shrugged. “It’s no big deal, dude. His fridge is, like… filled with all kinds of shit. He even had Doritos. Inside the fridge. That guy is insane, I tell you…” Puck smiled back, again scooting closer, and shrugged. “It’s nothing. If I sneak in tomorrow again, I’ll bring you some gummy bears I set my eyes onto. I hope he doesn’t touch ‘em.”

Now, Puck was being nice and all but he didn’t stop being Puck. He cleared his throat and locked his eyes on Kurt. “So, don’t I deserve some kind of price for this? I just fought a dragon to get you chocolate, bro. The least you could do is give me a tiny smooch.” Puck’s smirk was inviting, and he tapped a hand over his own leg, like inviting Kurt to climb on him.

...I'm supposed to be a little bit more friendly.

Sun, 06 May 2012 22:58:57 -0300

misfitfinn:

You noticed that? Yeah, Finn. I’m sorry, do I know your name?

it’s Puck. what’s up man, what’re you in for?

...I'm supposed to be a little bit more friendly.

Sun, 06 May 2012 21:39:47 -0300

misfitfinn:

So hi. How’s our happy little band of misfits today?

i’ve seen you around, aren’t you the one who dropped the paint bucket when we were painting over that mural a couple of days ago? Finn, right?

Setting a fire|| Puck/Tina

Sun, 06 May 2012 21:04:07 -0300

littlemissfirebug:

Tina smirked as she held in the laughter that was threatening to come out of her mouth at how excited Puck seemed to be setting a car on fire. Maybe he was just hyped up about doing something bad after not being able to for so long. “Hey Puck! Totally ready to go.” She said, nodding when he voiced his concerns about the ground being wet. She’d take care of that, even if it meant she had to help it along a bit to its destination. “It’ll be fine, just trust me. She’ll go up like a roman candle.” With that they set to work on dousing the car and leaving a trail of kerosene on the ground.

They had to move quickly even though it was dark because once this baby went up it would attract attention. They had to get out of there and reemerge like the bystanders they were going to look like. When they were done she smirked looking expectantly at Puck. “You ready to run?” she asked, flicking her zippo on as she got close to the start of the kerosene. Lighting it she sprinted off, turning around at a safe and innocent distance to watch it burn. The fire was moving just like she wanted it too, it was going to be beautiful when it blew.

Puck nodded when she lit her zippo and looked back at the car. As the fire started, Puck stood there for a few seconds, admiring how the car was eaten by the flames who menaced to burn even the sky. It wouldn’t be long until the car’s gas tank exploded, and Puck really wanted to see it, so instead of running after Tina, he just stood there in the dark and waited.

He knew it was a bad decision, but as soon as the car exploded and parts of it started flying everywhere, Puck couldn’t help back the smile. It was beautiful, and perfect. He couldn’t be more proud.

Seconds lated he started hearing noises, and this time he run inside following the path that Tina had used when she run from the crime scene, and Puck found her behind a wall, admiring hoe the car burnt. “That was a beautiful job, firebug,” he said high five-ing her with a big grin on his face. “C’mon, lets go inside before someone comes out.”

Hello all.

Sun, 06 May 2012 20:34:10 -0300

berry-mistaken:

Well no but we really don’t have much of a hand in our situations currently.

i can’t seem to understand you no matter how hard i try…

Night Time Party Planning~ [Puck/Kurt]

Sun, 06 May 2012 04:24:51 -0300

haunted-and-beautiful:

Kurt nodded lightly in response and shifted in his seat, bringing his feet up onto the couch and wrapping his arms around his knees. He hadn’t bothered with shoes because what shoes looked good with pajamas anyway? He’d have looked ridiculous. Though he made a mental note to wash his feet before getting back into bed because—just because.

“He’s not that bad. It’s not like he knew you were going to kick the machine after he broke it,” he said calmly. He found the silence surrounding them to be kind of comfortable. “I actually think he’s kind of nice, though I haven’t exactly hung out with him yet,” he added, and turned to meet Puck’s eyes, that were now facing him, and he couldn’t help the smile that covered his own features.

His smile faltered as he looked down at what he was wearing. He really didn’t think Puck would’ve thought much of it but now he felt a bit self conscious about his appearance. Dropping his feet back to the floor, he gently wrapped his arms around himself, wrapping the cardigan tighter around his body in a subconscious effort to cover his PJs up. “I didn’t think it would really matter since no one but us would be here.” They slept in the same room so Puck saw him in his PJs on a nightly basis anyway, right? He smiled again when Puck fumbled with his words. “Don’t worry, I just took a nap and I figured you’d be hungry.”

It felt a bit strange because it felt really nice talking to Puck now like this, whereas they tended to start arguing about every other thing. It seemed like Puck was this totally different person now—maybe it was because he was tired or maybe it was something else, but Kurt was overall a bit torn over what to make of him, over how to figure out when Puck was being Puck and when he was being someone else that he seemed to have hidden deep inside. Or maybe he was just looking too deeply into it.

“How’s the sandwich?” he asked, breaking the sudden silence that had fallen over them.

Puck frowned when Kurt mentioned Karofsky, He didn’t like him thinking he was nice, because Puck thought he was a jerk, but said nothing as he ate his sandwich. At least Kurt wasn’t doing sandwiches for him. Ha! Puck thought for his insides.

As Kurt hugged himself, Puck grabbed his wrist and pulled. “Don’t do that, I don’t care. I like it, actually,” he murmured, then sighed. “And yeah, I was. Dinner here sucks really bad, so sometimes I skip it. Today was one of those days. Maybe I should stop doing that before I start losing weigh. Need to keep my babies in shape, y’know?” he said as he flexed his bicep and kissed it grinning.

Puck finished his sandwich and looked back at Kurt smiling. “Perfect,” he muttered as he swallowed. “A bit dry though, where’s that soda that you promised me?” he asked teasingly, but instead took out a water bottle from his backpack. “I stole this from X’s office. You should see how many things he keeps in his his fridge. I didn’t take them because he was coming back already, so I just took this and…” he searched inside his backpack and took out a chocolate bar, handing it out for Kurt to grab. “This,” he smiled. “It’s yours. Thanks for the sandwich.”

Night Time Party Planning~ [Puck/Kurt]

Sun, 06 May 2012 03:13:53 -0300

haunted-and-beautiful:

Kurt had decided to take a nap as he waited for Puck to finish his cleaning. He knew Puck would probably be tired so he wasn’t sure why he even suggested discussing this during afterhours when they simply could’ve done so at any other time.

His phone alarm clock woke him up fifteen minutes before the time he’d agreed to meet Puck—so he’d hit snooze once. Groaning, he stretched his body out before forcing himself out of bed. He didn’t particularly care how he dressed right now; Puck had seen him in his least flattering clothes and he doubted Puck himself would look too flattering after cleaning up a bathroom. He stayed in his PJs and simply threw on a cardigan since it tended to get a bit chilly at night.

Kurt walked over to the mini fridge that their room was supplied with and sifted through it until he found a can of Mountain Dew and some ingredients he could use to make a sandwich—there wasn’t much but it would do. Taking everything out and putting it on the desk, he tiredly worked on making Puck a snack. He wasn’t even sure why he was bothering. Finally having finished, he wrapped it up in a piece of foil paper and grabbed the can before making his way out of the room and down the stairs.

His eyes softened when he saw Puck looking as though he had already passed out right there in the common area. He felt kind of bad for him, getting in trouble over something someone else did. Carefully sitting down on the couch beside where Puck was laying, Kurt placed the sandwich and soda on the coffee table in front of him before gently nudging his roommate’s side. “Hey, I brought you a snack.”

Puck woke with a start, almost jumping off the couch when Kurt shook him up. When his eyes finally focused on Kurt, he yawned and stretched. “Uhm, hi man, what’s up,” he greeted, his voice hoarse and tired. He opened his eyes as Kurt handed him a sandwich, and Puck was a bit surprised. “Wow,” he mumbled grabbing it, “Umh. You shouldn’t have, I mean… well, thanks.”

Puck gives him a little smile, a bit awkward since had just woken up and Kurt surprised him, but smile in the end. He sat up straight and opened the sandwich, taking a bite as he looked back at Kurt. “So… what’s you plan? You said you’ve been talking to Karofsky?” he asked as he chewed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I don’t like the kid, he totally set me up with that soda thing. But if he pays for the beers, I’m okay with him.”

Puck finally looked back at Kurt and realized the boy was in his pj’s. It’s a little weird, since the boy hates being seen in nothing but the best, so he asked, “Why are you wearing that? Were you sleeping? Man, you shouldn’t have come… or, y’know, you should’ve told me before… So we could, like… set up another… time.”

Puck realized he was about to say date, but stopped himself before it, thankfully. Kurt’s eyes are deep gray in the dim lightning of the common room, and Puck licks his lips. He doesn’t really have much to say, but it’s nice of Kurt to show up anyway.

Night Time Party Planning~ [Puck/Kurt]

Sun, 06 May 2012 02:40:00 -0300

Puck had just finish washing the bathrooms. He had spent near an hour scrubbing toilets seats and cleaning graffiti off the doors. He was sweaty, and dirty, and smelled like green apple scented detergent. He wanted nothing but a bath, but he had agreed he would meet Kurt downstairs right about this time.

The common area in the center of the community service was a bit sad, but the only place they had to hang out in their free time. it had a few couches sprawled around, and tables near them. In a corner seated the trashed soda machine dispenser Karofsky had broken and Puck had been caught punching. They weren’t supposed to be here after hours, but since the only one who was in the community service at night was Xavier, and Puck was 120% positive he was already in the fifth dream, he didn’t think they would have any problems.

Puck sat down on one of the couches and unzipped his jumpsuit as he begun to change into regular clothes. He took out of his backpack a pair of jeans and an old gym t-shirt from his school back in Jericho. He didn’t put on his sneakers again since his feet hurt from standing too much time.

He sighed and let himself fall against the hard couch, relaxing as much as he could. Everything was so uncomfortable in this place, even beds and chairs, and he hadn’t have a good night sleep in ages. He just felt so drained he almost dozed off as he waited for Kurt to show up.

haunted-and-beautiful: Oh, okay. I’ll bring you a soda or something. soda sounds good. thanks

Sun, 06 May 2012 02:21:45 -0300

haunted-and-beautiful:

Oh, okay. I’ll bring you a soda or something.

soda sounds good. thanks

haunted-and-beautiful: Even if I had a fake ID, do I really look that much older than 12? I’m too...

Sun, 06 May 2012 02:09:37 -0300

haunted-and-beautiful:

Even if I had a fake ID, do I really look that much older than 12? I’m too scared to even try.

And fine, I’ll get to it. Maybe use it as part of my hours.

yeah, i guess that wouldn’t work for you. meet me downstairs in an hour? we can plan it and shit…

haunted-and-beautiful: I’m underage as are all of you. Let’s tidy up that room and use it. you...

Sun, 06 May 2012 02:00:00 -0300

haunted-and-beautiful:

I’m underage ~~as are all of you.~~ Let’s tidy up that room and use it.

you don’t have a fake ID?

i thought every kid under 21 had one. anyway, yeah. we can use that place. but i’m not cleaning it up, have enough with the bathrooms already