Who: shownuttage, but open to anyone else
What: Nothing in particular
Where: Random street in the city near a random florist somewhere near NYU
When: Monday afternoon
Rating: PG

Sam had been on his way to a florist that he walked past most days on his way to college. He didn't know if flowers would do anything, or if Andrew would just think he was an idiot for even sending them, but Sam was at a lost of what else to do. So, he had decided somewhere in the middle of his patient condifentiality class that he would do everything people suggested. He would send lilies or orchids on Britt's suggestion, then find a song to sing on Puck and Rachel's suggestion (and drag his guitar out of where he stashed it that back of his closet months ago) and try to find a video camera to made a video letter like Tina suggested.

Only, he paused not far from the florist to check his text messages and have a quick trawl of his Facebook list only to find that Andrew had posted that he was going home to his folks for a timeout, and Andrew's gut sunk in response. That had to be his fault, right? He made this suck so much that Andrew needed to get away. Now he stood on the corner of the busy New York street, chewing on the corner of his lip to try and figure out what he should do now. He had a hard enough time making plans in general, so he never really knew what to do when they screwed up. He sent a message to Kurt, telling him he needed to talk to him as the first port of call, but after that, he really had no clue and just stood there for a little while longer in a bit of a daze. Why did this all hurt so much? Why was it all so damn hard to figure out?

Who: shownuttage, but open to anyone else
What: Nothing in particular
Where: Random street in the city near a random florist somewhere near NYU
When: Monday afternoon
Rating: PG

Sam had been on his way to a florist that he walked past most days on his way to college. He didn't know if flowers would do anything, or if Andrew would just think he was an idiot for even sending them, but Sam was at a lost of what else to do. So, he had decided somewhere in the middle of his patient condifentiality class that he would do everything people suggested. He would send lilies or orchids on Britt's suggestion, then find a song to sing on Puck and Rachel's suggestion (and drag his guitar out of where he stashed it that back of his closet months ago) and try to find a video camera to made a video letter like Tina suggested.

Only, he paused not far from the florist to check his text messages and have a quick trawl of his Facebook list only to find that Andrew had posted that he was going home to his folks for a timeout, and Andrew's gut sunk in response. That had to be his fault, right? He made this suck so much that Andrew needed to get away. Now he stood on the corner of the busy New York street, chewing on the corner of his lip to try and figure out what he should do now. He had a hard enough time making plans in general, so he never really knew what to do when they screwed up. He sent a message to Kurt, telling him he needed to talk to him as the first port of call, but after that, he really had no clue and just stood there for a little while longer in a bit of a daze. Why did this all hurt so much? Why was it all so damn hard to figure out?

Who: notreallyasaint and completely interceptable by one or many
Where: Walking through Times Square
When: Monday afternoon
Rating: G

Jesse had survived his first day at Juilliard and managed to walk away without any injuries, which was a complete and utter miracle considering how much sub-par talent had been in that room. All Jesse could do at first was sit in the auditorium and roll his eyes. If he heard one more chick say she wanted to date Justin Bieber and be in a movie with George Clooney, he was going to vomit all over his brand new leather binder. Wasn't Juilliard supposed to be the cream of the crop? Seriously. It was going to take him not time to climb is way back to the top of the class. New York was obviously going to be child's play.

But he needed a job if he was going to be able to survive living here. The weather alone had been a shock to his system after living in LA for a few years. At least he had a tan, which was more than he could say for some of the wan people walking around with probably just as wan personalities. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as he strode across the road when the pedestrian signal flashed in his favour. He liked it here, and surprisingly enough, he wasn't sure he was destined for Broadway. Maybe one day he would have wanted it, but things had changed. And dare he say he had changed? He was walking past a small news stand manned by a guy that looked so much like a human Apu that Jesse actually stopped and did a double-take, only to have his eyes land on an entertainment magazine that was sporting a cover with non other than New Directions resident queen, Kurt Hummel, in all his glory. Jesse's eyes widened as he snatched up the mag. Kurt Hummel made it to stardom before he did?

What the hell was wrong with this world?!

Who: notreallyasaint and completely interceptable by one or many
Where: Walking through Times Square
When: Monday afternoon
Rating: G

Jesse had survived his first day at Juilliard and managed to walk away without any injuries, which was a complete and utter miracle considering how much sub-par talent had been in that room. All Jesse could do at first was sit in the auditorium and roll his eyes. If he heard one more chick say she wanted to date Justin Bieber and be in a movie with George Clooney, he was going to vomit all over his brand new leather binder. Wasn't Juilliard supposed to be the cream of the crop? Seriously. It was going to take him not time to climb is way back to the top of the class. New York was obviously going to be child's play.

But he needed a job if he was going to be able to survive living here. The weather alone had been a shock to his system after living in LA for a few years. At least he had a tan, which was more than he could say for some of the wan people walking around with probably just as wan personalities. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as he strode across the road when the pedestrian signal flashed in his favour. He liked it here, and surprisingly enough, he wasn't sure he was destined for Broadway. Maybe one day he would have wanted it, but things had changed. And dare he say he had changed? He was walking past a small news stand manned by a guy that looked so much like a human Apu that Jesse actually stopped and did a double-take, only to have his eyes land on an entertainment magazine that was sporting a cover with non other than New Directions resident queen, Kurt Hummel, in all his glory. Jesse's eyes widened as he snatched up the mag. Kurt Hummel made it to stardom before he did?

What the hell was wrong with this world?!

i'm going 2 find out the sex of the baby on thurs if u want 2 come.

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Remember when Britt and I were your fag hags? ;)

[OOC: I assume other characters would be able to see, so feel free to comment even if you aren't Kurt. :)]

I have come to the conclusion that I am a mutant.

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I swear to god, if one more person hurts my brother, I will cut a bitch. He comes to visit me, and this is what happens. So much for that Gran Turismo marathon.

B4 I forget. Monday. That bar where we had open mic night. I'll be there from 7.

If I end up getting drunk on Monday, will you make sure I get home?