showingnuttage likes I would like David Attenborough to narrate my hangovers and When I was little I would throw cards and pretend I was Gambit from X-Men.

Watching Beverly Hills Cop with a hole in your gut... bad idea.

Serious question - do I really come over as so possessive that I would get annoyed at Tina giving people hugs?

showingnuttage likes I kissed a boy and I liked it.

Late New Year's Resolution: stay the hell off Facebook for the next few weeks.

Is there anyone who doesn't want Kurt's ass?

Who: showingnuttage and bad2theboner
What: Of closets and coming out
Where: Andrew's apartment
When: Late morning after THIS
Rating: PG-13

Andrew really hadn't wanted to come to be sitting on a bathroom floor asleep against a shower cubicle with a broken leg. But with Sam in the drunken state he was in, if he passed out or fell anywhere, Andrew wouldn't have a hope in hell of being able to lift him. So as soon as they got home, he planted Sam on the bathroom floor with a pillow and a blanket as close to the toilet as he could be without actually being in it. He was in it for the long haul and he would probably have a sore ass for a week, but so be it.

It was a long and shitty night, but once Sam was out, he was just out. Andrew's brain must've afforded him the luxury of falling asleep too, because when he woke up, it was after nine am and he ached from head-to-toe having been sat on the tiled floor all night. A string of rather colourful cussing fell from his lips as he tried to peel his butt from the floor and move around a little. Sam was still out, sprawled on the floor beside the toilet. And there Andrew thought he had just about see the end of his plastered college days. He didn't envy Sam's position at all, and he felt guilty knowing he was the cause of it.

It was another little while before Sam started to rouse and Andrew softly massaged Sam's neck as he woke up. "It's okay, love. I promise you aren't dying," he offered quietly. "... just not sure if you'll still wanna kill me," he added in a mumble.

Who: showingnuttage and bad2theboner
What: Of closets and coming out
Where: Andrew's apartment
When: Late morning after THIS
Rating: PG-13

Andrew really hadn't wanted to come to be sitting on a bathroom floor asleep against a shower cubicle with a broken leg. But with Sam in the drunken state he was in, if he passed out or fell anywhere, Andrew wouldn't have a hope in hell of being able to lift him. So as soon as they got home, he planted Sam on the bathroom floor with a pillow and a blanket as close to the toilet as he could be without actually being in it. He was in it for the long haul and he would probably have a sore ass for a week, but so be it.

It was a long and shitty night, but once Sam was out, he was just out. Andrew's brain must've afforded him the luxury of falling asleep too, because when he woke up, it was after nine am and he ached from head-to-toe having been sat on the tiled floor all night. A string of rather colourful cussing fell from his lips as he tried to peel his butt from the floor and move around a little. Sam was still out, sprawled on the floor beside the toilet. And there Andrew thought he had just about see the end of his plastered college days. He didn't envy Sam's position at all, and he felt guilty knowing he was the cause of it.

It was another little while before Sam started to rouse and Andrew softly massaged Sam's neck as he woke up. "It's okay, love. I promise you aren't dying," he offered quietly. "... just not sure if you'll still wanna kill me," he added in a mumble.

Who: singslikeagirl and rockstarwarbler
What: Time to heal
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: PG

Kurt was once again in his now familiar spot of sitting beside Blaine on his hospital bed. There had been Ben & Jerry's and there had been all of thirty minutes of Beverly Hills Cop II before Blaine went out like a light, the lack of sleep from the night before obviously catching up with him. Kurt had let the movie run a little longer on the off chance that if he shut the noise off, it would wake Blaine, and then he just turned the movie off and closed the portable DVD player over so Blaine could sleep.

As promised, though, Kurt stayed. He had no intentions of leaving. Any spare time he had in the coming weeks would be Blaine's and Blaine's only. He knew his friends would understand that he wouldn't be as available as he usually was, but he would still fit them in. Of course he would. In fact, he and Quinn had already made a regular date of every Friday afternoon doing whatever the hell they wanted. He might just need a little forewarning, but he would catch up with people when he could. Today, though, he was exactly where he wanted and needed to be. He looked down at Blaine sleeping with his head on his shoulder and then pressed a small kiss to his curly hair. After everything that had gone on, and however many hurdles they had jumped (with still more to come), Kurt knew that one certain thing was how much he loved Blaine. He felt like it was so much that he would burst from it. This was right. It was how it should be. Maybe it would be far from easy, but it was right.

Who: singslikeagirl and rockstarwarbler
What: Time to heal
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: PG

Kurt was once again in his now familiar spot of sitting beside Blaine on his hospital bed. There had been Ben & Jerry's and there had been all of thirty minutes of Beverly Hills Cop II before Blaine went out like a light, the lack of sleep from the night before obviously catching up with him. Kurt had let the movie run a little longer on the off chance that if he shut the noise off, it would wake Blaine, and then he just turned the movie off and closed the portable DVD player over so Blaine could sleep.

As promised, though, Kurt stayed. He had no intentions of leaving. Any spare time he had in the coming weeks would be Blaine's and Blaine's only. He knew his friends would understand that he wouldn't be as available as he usually was, but he would still fit them in. Of course he would. In fact, he and Quinn had already made a regular date of every Friday afternoon doing whatever the hell they wanted. He might just need a little forewarning, but he would catch up with people when he could. Today, though, he was exactly where he wanted and needed to be. He looked down at Blaine sleeping with his head on his shoulder and then pressed a small kiss to his curly hair. After everything that had gone on, and however many hurdles they had jumped (with still more to come), Kurt knew that one certain thing was how much he loved Blaine. He felt like it was so much that he would burst from it. This was right. It was how it should be. Maybe it would be far from easy, but it was right.

Going to Boston next Saturday for the start of an intense rehab program. A month on to the day. I'm going to apologise in advance if I'm more bitch than not. I've already snapped at two physios and called Kurt an asshole. I don't think it's going to be very pretty...