Still feel like I could sleep for a month.

Who? Puck and Luke
When? Saturday afternoon
Where? A small record shop in Greenwich Village
What? Manslut + former manslut = entertainment
Rating: As PG-13 as Puck's mouth will allow?

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There had to be some old Led Zeppelin albums in this store somewhere, but as of yet, Puck hadn't yet come across one. He groaned as he sifted through another stack of L's, finding Limp Bizkit, Linkin Park, and Lynyrd Skynyrd, but no Led Zeppelin. "Fuck," he hissed under his breath, glancing up as he narrowly missed stepping backward into a guy whose back was turned to him. He mumbled an apology before moving to the other side of the rack. If he couldn't find Zeppelin, he'd try for Blue Oyster Cult.

A particularly large stack of Beatles records later, he'd found one BOC album, and was about to call the trip a success and head out. That was when he saw a familiar face a little further down the aisle. "Luke?" he asked, hoping he was saying the right name. He'd met a few people at various parties, and he knew this guy knew Blaine and roomed with Mike, and hell, was even Puck's friend on Facebook, but that was about it. "What's up, dude?" he asked.

Who? Puck and Luke
When? Saturday afternoon
Where? A small record shop in Greenwich Village
What? Manslut + former manslut = entertainment
Rating: As PG-13 as Puck's mouth will allow?

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There had to be some old Led Zeppelin albums in this store somewhere, but as of yet, Puck hadn't yet come across one. He groaned as he sifted through another stack of L's, finding Limp Bizkit, Linkin Park, and Lynyrd Skynyrd, but no Led Zeppelin. "Fuck," he hissed under his breath, glancing up as he narrowly missed stepping backward into a guy whose back was turned to him. He mumbled an apology before moving to the other side of the rack. If he couldn't find Zeppelin, he'd try for Blue Oyster Cult.

A particularly large stack of Beatles records later, he'd found one BOC album, and was about to call the trip a success and head out. That was when he saw a familiar face a little further down the aisle. "Luke?" he asked, hoping he was saying the right name. He'd met a few people at various parties, and he knew this guy knew Blaine and roomed with Mike, and hell, was even Puck's friend on Facebook, but that was about it. "What's up, dude?" he asked.

Who? Quinn and Kurt
Where? Starting at the apartment, and on to the spa
When? Friday afternoon
What? Spa treatments are better than sex... Especially when one's only experience with sex was at 16 with Noah Puckerman...
Rating: PG

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Quinn had battled her way through a long day of summer classes, and she was more than ready to go home, find Kurt, and go out to a spa for the evening. Her stilettos clacked on the pavement as she reached the door of their apartment building and walked inside. A quick shot up the elevator, and she was sighing with relief at the sight of their door.

Opening the door, she squeezed in, tossing her bookbag in a chair by the door, and taking her heels off, letting her feet rest bare on the cool tiles. Her feet were killing her, but those heels? Were just too perfect with the close-fitting black pencil skirt she wore, matched with a red button down top.

"Kurt, honey? I'm home!" Quinn called out, peering around in search of her roommate.

Who? Quinn and Kurt
Where? Starting at the apartment, and on to the spa
When? Friday afternoon
What? Spa treatments are better than sex... Especially when one's only experience with sex was at 16 with Noah Puckerman...
Rating: PG

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Quinn had battled her way through a long day of summer classes, and she was more than ready to go home, find Kurt, and go out to a spa for the evening. Her stilettos clacked on the pavement as she reached the door of their apartment building and walked inside. A quick shot up the elevator, and she was sighing with relief at the sight of their door.

Opening the door, she squeezed in, tossing her bookbag in a chair by the door, and taking her heels off, letting her feet rest bare on the cool tiles. Her feet were killing her, but those heels? Were just too perfect with the close-fitting black pencil skirt she wore, matched with a red button down top.

"Kurt, honey? I'm home!" Quinn called out, peering around in search of her roommate.

Who: singslikeagirl and open if anyone wants to bump into him
What: Under the guise of necessity
Where: New York, New York, baby!
When: Saturday
Rating: G

After a long telephone conversation with Blaine's Rehab Caseworker, followed by his physiotherapist, they came to the conclusion that it was probably best Blaine was admitted to hospital for a few days so he could be assessed and gotten back into the swing of the rehab routine. It always took its toll on him, so this way, he could just be in there without the added stress of getting up early, traveling through the city, and then home again after the sessions. Plus, they wanted to assess the pain management regime and if he was going to be in pain from the sessions, Kurt wanted him to have the medical attention he needed.

So, that meant he had to go shopping for some things Blaine could take to hospital with him. Of course, it was just an excuse to go shopping in general, and although he and Blaine both knew this, it was just an unspoken agreement. Kurt was up early to hit the shops early while Blaine slept on his his cocoon of sheets (after having turfed the blankets off them both in the middle of the night when he got too hot). Kurt already had some shopping bags draped over his arm as he stopped at a coffee cart for some much needed caffeine. He some good morning love to Blaine as he waited for his order, and trying to decide what shop he was going to hit next.

Who: singslikeagirl and open if anyone wants to bump into him
What: Under the guise of necessity
Where: New York, New York, baby!
When: Saturday
Rating: G

After a long telephone conversation with Blaine's Rehab Caseworker, followed by his physiotherapist, they came to the conclusion that it was probably best Blaine was admitted to hospital for a few days so he could be assessed and gotten back into the swing of the rehab routine. It always took its toll on him, so this way, he could just be in there without the added stress of getting up early, traveling through the city, and then home again after the sessions. Plus, they wanted to assess the pain management regime and if he was going to be in pain from the sessions, Kurt wanted him to have the medical attention he needed.

So, that meant he had to go shopping for some things Blaine could take to hospital with him. Of course, it was just an excuse to go shopping in general, and although he and Blaine both knew this, it was just an unspoken agreement. Kurt was up early to hit the shops early while Blaine slept on his his cocoon of sheets (after having turfed the blankets off them both in the middle of the night when he got too hot). Kurt already had some shopping bags draped over his arm as he stopped at a coffee cart for some much needed caffeine. He some good morning love to Blaine as he waited for his order, and trying to decide what shop he was going to hit next.