Who: finnsmom and rockstarwarbler
What: A bit of TLC
Where: FabHumFord Residence
When: Friday morning
Rating: G

It was hard to believe that Kurt and Blaine had already reached their one week wedding anniversary. Carole remembered the early days of her marriage to Burt when every week, and month seemed to count as an anniversary. In all honesty, she was just relieved the boys even made it home from Boston in one piece, despite having been snowed in at a guest house on the way home. They only made it back home late on Thursday afternoon, all looking a little worse for wear. Burt took Andrew home while Blaine and Kurt crashed out in bed together.

Now Friday morning, Kurt had been up relatively early in what Carole could only describe as 'nesting mode'. He might not be capable of bearing children but he had some sort of natural nurturing ability there. He was up early trying to make sure Blaine was okay and had everything he needed, while Blaine just continued to to sleep on deeply. He was soon rambling about how he needed to go shopping for some things or other Carole was sure were already here somewhere, but she didn't stop him. He was going into overdrive because he was feeling helpless. He had to do something, and this wasn't the first time she had seen him like this. He checked with her no less than thirteen times if she was okay to watch Blaine while he went out, promising he wouldn't be too long.

Carole was now sticking her head in the door to check on her brand new son-in-law, expecting him to probably sleep most of the day away if Kurt's description of the trip was anything to go by. She had some soup already on the go on the stove in case he was hungry, and when she saw that Blaine was actually sort of semi-awake in bed, figured it was as prime an opportunity as any to coax him to eat something. The room was dim, save for some light streaming in down the side of the blind and she knocked softly to alert him she was there before tiptoeing inside to come over to him. "Hello, sleeping beauty," she greeted him in amusement and came over to rest her hand on his forehead, checking for any lingering fever.

Who: finnsmom and rockstarwarbler
What: A bit of TLC
Where: FabHumFord Residence
When: Friday morning
Rating: G

It was hard to believe that Kurt and Blaine had already reached their one week wedding anniversary. Carole remembered the early days of her marriage to Burt when every week, and month seemed to count as an anniversary. In all honesty, she was just relieved the boys even made it home from Boston in one piece, despite having been snowed in at a guest house on the way home. They only made it back home late on Thursday afternoon, all looking a little worse for wear. Burt took Andrew home while Blaine and Kurt crashed out in bed together.

Now Friday morning, Kurt had been up relatively early in what Carole could only describe as 'nesting mode'. He might not be capable of bearing children but he had some sort of natural nurturing ability there. He was up early trying to make sure Blaine was okay and had everything he needed, while Blaine just continued to to sleep on deeply. He was soon rambling about how he needed to go shopping for some things or other Carole was sure were already here somewhere, but she didn't stop him. He was going into overdrive because he was feeling helpless. He had to do something, and this wasn't the first time she had seen him like this. He checked with her no less than thirteen times if she was okay to watch Blaine while he went out, promising he wouldn't be too long.

Carole was now sticking her head in the door to check on her brand new son-in-law, expecting him to probably sleep most of the day away if Kurt's description of the trip was anything to go by. She had some soup already on the go on the stove in case he was hungry, and when she saw that Blaine was actually sort of semi-awake in bed, figured it was as prime an opportunity as any to coax him to eat something. The room was dim, save for some light streaming in down the side of the blind and she knocked softly to alert him she was there before tiptoeing inside to come over to him. "Hello, sleeping beauty," she greeted him in amusement and came over to rest her hand on his forehead, checking for any lingering fever.

Just a quickie. Blaine's back in New York. We're going to hibernate for the weekend so I can work my husbandly TLC magic on him. If you want us or need us, you'll have to drop by the apartment or the usual phone/text/FB us. Just need to try and recharge the batteries, is all.

Hey dude... I'm at the hospital and this dr isn't makin' sense... Wtf is a herniated disc?

Who: showingnuttage & bad2theboner
What: That awkward moment when you run into your ex at the supermarket
Where: Supermarket
When: Friday evening
Rating: PG

It had to be the toilet paper aisle, didn't it? Of course it did. It couldn't be, say, the cheese aisle, or the coffee aisle. No, it had to be surrounded by toilet paper and it had to be while Sam was reaching up for the pack he preferred. He froze, his arm stopping mid-air when he saw Andrew at few paces away. He didn't have time to turn and bolt, either. Andrew's gaze met his and Sam swallowed, letting his hand drop back down to his side.

What now? How the hell was anyone supposed to know what to do now? The last they spoke, Sam practically told Andrew to go fuck himself. Or maybe he did actually tell Andrew to go fuck himself. It was all a little hazy now, strangely enough. It even looked like Andrew was the one who was going to turn and leave first, though. That threw Sam a little. Andrew seemed so keen to talk to him at the hospital, but now, not so much. "...hey," he finally offered. So, maybe the ego in him wanted to know why Andrew had changed his mind. "No crutches. That's cool..." he added awkwardly and scratched his arm.

Who: showingnuttage & bad2theboner
What: That awkward moment when you run into your ex at the supermarket
Where: Supermarket
When: Friday evening
Rating: PG

It had to be the toilet paper aisle, didn't it? Of course it did. It couldn't be, say, the cheese aisle, or the coffee aisle. No, it had to be surrounded by toilet paper and it had to be while Sam was reaching up for the pack he preferred. He froze, his arm stopping mid-air when he saw Andrew at few paces away. He didn't have time to turn and bolt, either. Andrew's gaze met his and Sam swallowed, letting his hand drop back down to his side.

What now? How the hell was anyone supposed to know what to do now? The last they spoke, Sam practically told Andrew to go fuck himself. Or maybe he did actually tell Andrew to go fuck himself. It was all a little hazy now, strangely enough. It even looked like Andrew was the one who was going to turn and leave first, though. That threw Sam a little. Andrew seemed so keen to talk to him at the hospital, but now, not so much. "...hey," he finally offered. So, maybe the ego in him wanted to know why Andrew had changed his mind. "No crutches. That's cool..." he added awkwardly and scratched his arm.

I've come to the conclusion that my goal in life is to be a bed warmer. Shame I'm not taller and fatter. I could charge twice as much.

Who: sweet_matty_d and youngestyoung
When: Backdated to Thursday afternoon
Where: Lauren's apartment
What: Just hanging out and catching up
Rating: I cannot imagine it getting higher than PG

After Lauren had texted Matt her address, she started cleaning. Normally, she was fairly organized, but she hadn't had anyone over recently, and she'd been immersed in school work, so her housekeeping skills had gone a little downhill.

She managed to sort out the living room and closed off her room and the guest room. She couldn't imagine they'd be venturing in there for anything. She moved into the kitchen to dig out snacks while she waited for Matt to show.

Who: sweet_matty_d and youngestyoung
When: Backdated to Thursday afternoon
Where: Lauren's apartment
What: Just hanging out and catching up
Rating: I cannot imagine it getting higher than PG

After Lauren had texted Matt her address, she started cleaning. Normally, she was fairly organized, but she hadn't had anyone over recently, and she'd been immersed in school work, so her housekeeping skills had gone a little downhill.

She managed to sort out the living room and closed off her room and the guest room. She couldn't imagine they'd be venturing in there for anything. She moved into the kitchen to dig out snacks while she waited for Matt to show.

Who: youngestyoung and OPEN
Where: Starbucks near NYU
What: Caffeine fix and maybe some studying
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: Up to PG-13, perhaps?

Lauren needed to go out. She was sick of her apartment, sick of studying, and she had no coffee. This needed to be fixed. Luckily, her apartment was near campus which was near Starbucks, so all would be fixed soon. And, sick of studying as she was, it was her junior year, and it was important for her to do well in all of her classes. So, a few of her schoolbags were thrown in an tote bag and taken with her.

Now, she had a large mug of coffee sitting near her right hand and a packet of project instructions in front of her. She was idly flipping through the pages, scanning it more than reading it while eating a croissant.

[OOC: Tag yourselves if you come in, and I will assume each thread happens one after the other. :)]

Who: youngestyoung and OPEN
Where: Starbucks near NYU
What: Caffeine fix and maybe some studying
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: Up to PG-13, perhaps?

Lauren needed to go out. She was sick of her apartment, sick of studying, and she had no coffee. This needed to be fixed. Luckily, her apartment was near campus which was near Starbucks, so all would be fixed soon. And, sick of studying as she was, it was her junior year, and it was important for her to do well in all of her classes. So, a few of her schoolbags were thrown in an tote bag and taken with her.

Now, she had a large mug of coffee sitting near her right hand and a packet of project instructions in front of her. She was idly flipping through the pages, scanning it more than reading it while eating a croissant.

[OOC: Tag yourselves if you come in, and I will assume each thread happens one after the other. :)]

Oh hell. It's official. Sam snapped with Campbell by paparazzi and ends up in a tabloid.

Goddamnit, Sam.

I wasn't even holding his hand!

Who: dancnwithmyself and morbidbubbles
What: Facing up to reality
Where: Artie's dorm room
When: Afternoon, Friday 4th Feb
Rating: PG-13

( We were holding back the flood )

Who: dancnwithmyself and morbidbubbles
What: Facing up to reality
Where: Artie's dorm room
When: Afternoon, Friday 4th Feb
Rating: PG-13

( We were holding back the flood )