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Beyond McKinley - January 31st, 2011
a GLEE college verse rpg
31 January 2011 @ 01:33 am
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31 January 2011 @ 03:01 am
it's more than a feeeeeeelinngggg
Who: Finn and Quinn
What: Boston Shenanigans
Where: NYC to Bridgeport, CT to Boston, MA
When: Friday afternoon
Rating: NC-17. We're checking ID's. And by that I mean it's like G.
Note: Co-written thread, because Mike has a lot of ideas and little to no time to actually thread them. Word count is obscene, somewhere around 4400. It's just ridiculous. P.S. Dia said we have a problem with our tenses. That's entirely accurate. I'm not going to go through and edit it.
p.p.s I edited it. :3
( all things go, all things go )
31 January 2011 @ 03:01 am
it's more than a feeeeeeelinngggg
Who: Finn and Quinn
What: Boston Shenanigans
Where: NYC to Bridgeport, CT to Boston, MA
When: Friday afternoon
Rating: NC-17. We're checking ID's. And by that I mean it's like G.
Note: Co-written thread, because Mike has a lot of ideas and little to no time to actually thread them. Word count is obscene, somewhere around 4400. It's just ridiculous. P.S. Dia said we have a problem with our tenses. That's entirely accurate. I'm not going to go through and edit it.
p.p.s I edited it. :3
( all things go, all things go )
31 January 2011 @ 09:57 am
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Noah "Puck" Puckerman is back at it for another week of school and work. How do you go from working on cars during the day to cooking at night? lol.
31 January 2011 @ 11:31 am
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Hey, beautiful... I was just thinkin' about you. Hope you're having a good day at school and not barfing everywhere. :P Oh, and just to let you know in advance, I'm hanging out w/ Artie tomorrow night. See I'm learning. :)
31 January 2011 @ 12:34 pm
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31 January 2011 @ 02:09 pm
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31 January 2011 @ 02:24 pm
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31 January 2011 @ 03:24 pm
[FACEBOOK] I think I'm finally losing it
Had a Dirty Dancing dream. Blaine was Patrick Swayze and I was Baby.
Oh good god, help me.
Oh good god, help me.
31 January 2011 @ 07:41 pm
You are the wind beneath my wings
Who: singslikeagirl and fabraymazing
What: That awkward moment when you actually realise you're married and really need a Kleenex
Where: InterContinental Hotel, Boston
When: (BENDY TIME) Back to Friday evening
Rating: G
It was sort of a group decision that everyone should go back to the hotel for a few celebratory drinks. It was when Blaine was trying to explain the fabulous of mocktails to Finn, who's eyes were sort of glazed over once he realised there was no beer in them, that a wave of emotion hit Kurt and then penny firmly dropped in his head that he was actually married. He got married. He was a husband. He had a husband. A husband who was Blaine. "Oh my god," he got out in a small but happy sob and he started to fan his face quickly with his hand in a vain attempt not to make a complete mess of his face.
He caught sight of Blaine's wedding ring as he pointed up to the specials board of cocktails, obviously trying to explain how mocktails were the same, but just non-alcoholic, and then Kurt looked at his own hand with the matching ring. There was a whimper, and an urge to bounce up and down on the spot, that could dangerous lead to him randomly hugging strangers or yelling out to the whole bar that he loved Blaine Bradford. He looked around for just a brief moment right before he found himself engulfed in a crushing hug from behind right before a handful of Kleenex was waved in front of his face. He recognised Quinn's perfume immediately and twisted around in her hug, returning it as he started to bouce up and down excitedly.
singslikeagirl and fabraymazingWhat: That awkward moment when you actually realise you're married and really need a Kleenex
Where: InterContinental Hotel, Boston
When: (BENDY TIME) Back to Friday evening
Rating: G
It was sort of a group decision that everyone should go back to the hotel for a few celebratory drinks. It was when Blaine was trying to explain the fabulous of mocktails to Finn, who's eyes were sort of glazed over once he realised there was no beer in them, that a wave of emotion hit Kurt and then penny firmly dropped in his head that he was actually married. He got married. He was a husband. He had a husband. A husband who was Blaine. "Oh my god," he got out in a small but happy sob and he started to fan his face quickly with his hand in a vain attempt not to make a complete mess of his face.
He caught sight of Blaine's wedding ring as he pointed up to the specials board of cocktails, obviously trying to explain how mocktails were the same, but just non-alcoholic, and then Kurt looked at his own hand with the matching ring. There was a whimper, and an urge to bounce up and down on the spot, that could dangerous lead to him randomly hugging strangers or yelling out to the whole bar that he loved Blaine Bradford. He looked around for just a brief moment right before he found himself engulfed in a crushing hug from behind right before a handful of Kleenex was waved in front of his face. He recognised Quinn's perfume immediately and twisted around in her hug, returning it as he started to bouce up and down excitedly.
31 January 2011 @ 07:41 pm
You are the wind beneath my wings
Who: singslikeagirl and fabraymazing
What: That awkward moment when you actually realise you're married and really need a Kleenex
Where: InterContinental Hotel, Boston
When: (BENDY TIME) Back to Friday evening
Rating: G
It was sort of a group decision that everyone should go back to the hotel for a few celebratory drinks. It was when Blaine was trying to explain the fabulous of mocktails to Finn, who's eyes were sort of glazed over once he realised there was no beer in them, that a wave of emotion hit Kurt and then penny firmly dropped in his head that he was actually married. He got married. He was a husband. He had a husband. A husband who was Blaine. "Oh my god," he got out in a small but happy sob and he started to fan his face quickly with his hand in a vain attempt not to make a complete mess of his face.
He caught sight of Blaine's wedding ring as he pointed up to the specials board of cocktails, obviously trying to explain how mocktails were the same, but just non-alcoholic, and then Kurt looked at his own hand with the matching ring. There was a whimper, and an urge to bounce up and down on the spot, that could dangerous lead to him randomly hugging strangers or yelling out to the whole bar that he loved Blaine Bradford. He looked around for just a brief moment right before he found himself engulfed in a crushing hug from behind right before a handful of Kleenex was waved in front of his face. He recognised Quinn's perfume immediately and twisted around in her hug, returning it as he started to bouce up and down excitedly.
singslikeagirl and fabraymazingWhat: That awkward moment when you actually realise you're married and really need a Kleenex
Where: InterContinental Hotel, Boston
When: (BENDY TIME) Back to Friday evening
Rating: G
It was sort of a group decision that everyone should go back to the hotel for a few celebratory drinks. It was when Blaine was trying to explain the fabulous of mocktails to Finn, who's eyes were sort of glazed over once he realised there was no beer in them, that a wave of emotion hit Kurt and then penny firmly dropped in his head that he was actually married. He got married. He was a husband. He had a husband. A husband who was Blaine. "Oh my god," he got out in a small but happy sob and he started to fan his face quickly with his hand in a vain attempt not to make a complete mess of his face.
He caught sight of Blaine's wedding ring as he pointed up to the specials board of cocktails, obviously trying to explain how mocktails were the same, but just non-alcoholic, and then Kurt looked at his own hand with the matching ring. There was a whimper, and an urge to bounce up and down on the spot, that could dangerous lead to him randomly hugging strangers or yelling out to the whole bar that he loved Blaine Bradford. He looked around for just a brief moment right before he found himself engulfed in a crushing hug from behind right before a handful of Kleenex was waved in front of his face. He recognised Quinn's perfume immediately and twisted around in her hug, returning it as he started to bouce up and down excitedly.
31 January 2011 @ 10:24 pm
[TEXT MESSAGE] To singslikeagirl
singslikeagirl
y r u always a billion miles away when i start thinking dirty thoughts about ur body parts?
[WARNING: If Blaine gets his way, this could get a little NSFW]
[WARNING: If Blaine gets his way, this could get a little NSFW]