Happy Birthday columbiaskies! Have some pretty historical Benny.

Check, Please! RENT AU Ficlet

“There will always be goalies in leather.” Kenny says it slinking over the couch, shirt riding up, splaying himself out an Jack wants to hate him for his foregone conclusion: there will always be goalies in leather, and there will always be you: just as desperate, just as unsure, just as likely to wake up to a cold, rumpled bed in the morning. This is supposed to be their engagement; there’s supposed to be a coming together, an ending, resolution. Not a cementing of the present, a trapping of the hot, jumpy nerves in Jack’s chest