Who: mysongtosing and Mike.
What: A DATE.
Where: Vanessa's doorstep tooo a restaurant I've yet to determine.
When: Friday night.
Rating: PG, for naughty language and probable sex references.

Mike was nervous. Actually, that was a gross understatement - Mike was incredibly fucking nervous. He thought if he took the subway, he would get there too fast to be able to think about it. Not the case. He thought about it the entire ride, got off a on the wrong stop (two after the one closest to Vanessa's apartment), and had loads of spare time now to backtrack and was forced to recall just how socially awkward he was. He hadn't been on a date in a few years, now - he went on a forced one with Quinn and Finn to a bowling Alley in senior year (the location, Finn's suggestion; the girl, Quinn's) and that one...wasn't so successful. This may or may not have had something to do with the fact that this girl was more than likely certifiably mentally ill, and wanted to share with the group tales of her ex boyfriend, Matt Wilson, and how she'd found him texting another girl and subsequently set the possessions she had of his alight in his front yard when his parents were home. Still, the fact of the matter was that Mike ended up talking more to the man who owned the alley than the girl herself, Quinn promised to tell the girl Mike wasn't interested and treated that if she stalked him Quinn would make her life Hell, and Finn...Mike was pretty sure Finn was the only one that got anything out of that trip.

So now here Mike was, standing at Dr. Vanessa Lewis' doorstep, wearing a sport coat Kurt made him buy that he really couldn't afford. He scratched he back of his head with one hand, taking a glance of his watch with the other. "Shit," he hissed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Taking a few deep breaths, he heaved a sigh and bounded up the steps. He brought his hand in the air and let it hover over the buzzer, flexing his fingers in the process before he brought them down with a quick fall. "Shit! I can't do this! I can't do this. She's gorgeous. She's a doctor, for Christ's sake. She is so far out of your league it's not even funny. It's actually sad. But she liked you. She acted like she liked you. She was coming on to you. She sent you photos of soy milk!" He sighed, bringing his thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose and pinching it before he raised his left hand to the buzzer and smashed his thumb against it. It had to happen sooner or later, and...sooner would be preferable, because the chill of the night air was a bit ridiculous even for him, the boy who ran around in his underwear last Christmas eve on a dare.

Who: mysongtosing and Mike.
What: A DATE.
Where: Vanessa's doorstep tooo a restaurant I've yet to determine.
When: Friday night.
Rating: PG, for naughty language and probable sex references.

Mike was nervous. Actually, that was a gross understatement - Mike was incredibly fucking nervous. He thought if he took the subway, he would get there too fast to be able to think about it. Not the case. He thought about it the entire ride, got off a on the wrong stop (two after the one closest to Vanessa's apartment), and had loads of spare time now to backtrack and was forced to recall just how socially awkward he was. He hadn't been on a date in a few years, now - he went on a forced one with Quinn and Finn to a bowling Alley in senior year (the location, Finn's suggestion; the girl, Quinn's) and that one...wasn't so successful. This may or may not have had something to do with the fact that this girl was more than likely certifiably mentally ill, and wanted to share with the group tales of her ex boyfriend, Matt Wilson, and how she'd found him texting another girl and subsequently set the possessions she had of his alight in his front yard when his parents were home. Still, the fact of the matter was that Mike ended up talking more to the man who owned the alley than the girl herself, Quinn promised to tell the girl Mike wasn't interested and treated that if she stalked him Quinn would make her life Hell, and Finn...Mike was pretty sure Finn was the only one that got anything out of that trip.

So now here Mike was, standing at Dr. Vanessa Lewis' doorstep, wearing a sport coat Kurt made him buy that he really couldn't afford. He scratched he back of his head with one hand, taking a glance of his watch with the other. "Shit," he hissed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Taking a few deep breaths, he heaved a sigh and bounded up the steps. He brought his hand in the air and let it hover over the buzzer, flexing his fingers in the process before he brought them down with a quick fall. "Shit! I can't do this! I can't do this. She's gorgeous. She's a doctor, for Christ's sake. She is so far out of your league it's not even funny. It's actually sad. But she liked you. She acted like she liked you. She was coming on to you. She sent you photos of soy milk!" He sighed, bringing his thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose and pinching it before he raised his left hand to the buzzer and smashed his thumb against it. It had to happen sooner or later, and...sooner would be preferable, because the chill of the night air was a bit ridiculous even for him, the boy who ran around in his underwear last Christmas eve on a dare.

Who: singslikeagirl and bad2theboner
What: Bad to the bone
Where: ER, Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Following THIS and THIS
Rating: PG

Kurt just stood at the end of the ER gurney that Andrew was lying on, his mouth hanging open as Andrew attempting to give the best disjointed explanation that he could. Only, he was talking fast and seemed to be struggling with piecing it all together. Understandable considering he had his head smashed through a pain of glass.

"Wait, what?!" Kurt shrieked, horrified. He waved his hand quickly, trying to fathom the whole situation but it was near impossible. Not to mention how unnerved this ER made him since what happened to Blaine. He didn't like being here, not so close to those resus bays. "Why the hell did you not tell him you were hurt?!" He threw up his hand with a small squeaking whimper and started to pace back and forth at the end of the bed. "Why is everyone my dick has been near getting hurt? I'm starting to get a serious freaking complex here!"

Who: singslikeagirl and bad2theboner
What: Bad to the bone
Where: ER, Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Following THIS and THIS
Rating: PG

Kurt just stood at the end of the ER gurney that Andrew was lying on, his mouth hanging open as Andrew attempting to give the best disjointed explanation that he could. Only, he was talking fast and seemed to be struggling with piecing it all together. Understandable considering he had his head smashed through a pain of glass.

"Wait, what?!" Kurt shrieked, horrified. He waved his hand quickly, trying to fathom the whole situation but it was near impossible. Not to mention how unnerved this ER made him since what happened to Blaine. He didn't like being here, not so close to those resus bays. "Why the hell did you not tell him you were hurt?!" He threw up his hand with a small squeaking whimper and started to pace back and forth at the end of the bed. "Why is everyone my dick has been near getting hurt? I'm starting to get a serious freaking complex here!"

Who: singslikeagirl and morbidbubbles
What: Dinner for two
Where: BLT Steak
When: Tuesday night 11th January (scene is a future scene, the rest of the game is still on real time, for those like me who get confused easily)
Rating: PG-13

Kurt would normally have waited out in the foyer for any dinner date to arrive so they could go to their table together, but in a turn of a events that left him feeling like he had been swallowed by a washing machine and spat out the other side, Kurt had just had his first fangirl experience. He had gotten off the bus (because cabs were still a no-go for him) about a block away from the chosen restaurant and just as he was nearly at his destination, got accosted by a group of screaming girls bouncing around him and shoving Sharpies into his face wanting his autograph. It took him by such surprise that some of them succeeded in getting photos of him with their phones looking completely dumbfounded before he started signing things in a daze. It was cool for all of a minute before one of them wanting them to sign her boobs, and Kurt completely panicked internally. He managed to keep his cool outside, though and then made a mad dash for the restaurant.

Oddly enough, it was his manager who had suggested the restaurant and made the last minute booking. Kurt was struggling to get used to the fact he even had a manager. She was really cool, though. Savvy, knew her stuff. Kurt just wasn't sure this fame stuff was for him. He was so bloody exhausted and it had barely kicked off. His first episode, filmed before Christmas (all of two minutes screen, mind) was due to air that coming Friday night. Yet he already had fans. Or girls that wanted to hump him. There wasn't a lot of grey area there. He had sought solace at the table in the restaurant to wait for Tina, choosing a large pre-dinner champagne cocktail to try and calm his nerves. He made sure his hair was at least in place before he let out a relieve sigh, slumping a little down in his seat.

Why did people want to be famous again?

Who: singslikeagirl and morbidbubbles
What: Dinner for two
Where: BLT Steak
When: Tuesday night 11th January (scene is a future scene, the rest of the game is still on real time, for those like me who get confused easily)
Rating: PG-13

Kurt would normally have waited out in the foyer for any dinner date to arrive so they could go to their table together, but in a turn of a events that left him feeling like he had been swallowed by a washing machine and spat out the other side, Kurt had just had his first fangirl experience. He had gotten off the bus (because cabs were still a no-go for him) about a block away from the chosen restaurant and just as he was nearly at his destination, got accosted by a group of screaming girls bouncing around him and shoving Sharpies into his face wanting his autograph. It took him by such surprise that some of them succeeded in getting photos of him with their phones looking completely dumbfounded before he started signing things in a daze. It was cool for all of a minute before one of them wanting them to sign her boobs, and Kurt completely panicked internally. He managed to keep his cool outside, though and then made a mad dash for the restaurant.

Oddly enough, it was his manager who had suggested the restaurant and made the last minute booking. Kurt was struggling to get used to the fact he even had a manager. She was really cool, though. Savvy, knew her stuff. Kurt just wasn't sure this fame stuff was for him. He was so bloody exhausted and it had barely kicked off. His first episode, filmed before Christmas (all of two minutes screen, mind) was due to air that coming Friday night. Yet he already had fans. Or girls that wanted to hump him. There wasn't a lot of grey area there. He had sought solace at the table in the restaurant to wait for Tina, choosing a large pre-dinner champagne cocktail to try and calm his nerves. He made sure his hair was at least in place before he let out a relieve sigh, slumping a little down in his seat.

Why did people want to be famous again?

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