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Girl Meets Season 4 - Episode 23

Girl Meets Season 4 - The Continuing Saga of Riley and her friends as they tackle their Sophomore year in High School. The ups, the downs, and everything in between. What will their sophomore year be like? Read and find out.

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A/N: A continuation of the Fluffiness from the last chapter

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5 The Predator

Short opinion: Nothing can make you hate Visser One quite like reading this book. 

Long opinion:

Although he can be loud, and obnoxious, and can take a joke waaaaay too far, Marco also might be the most adult member of the team as of the beginning of the series.  After all, this book opens with its 13-year-old protagonist buying groceries for his family using a budget he balanced himself, with every intention of going home and cooking dinner for both himself and his dad.  Not only does Marco take care of his dad, he treats that caretaking as a fact of life.  He might whine and joke about it, but he also stops in the middle of that process to save some random stranger getting beaten up in an alleyway.  (In the same situation, one could imagine Jake deciding that the risk to the team was too great for it to be worth morphing, Rachel or Tobias planning out some elaborate revenge scheme, and Cassie or Ax waiting for the situation to blow over before offering the victim help.)  Marco might be a little ruthless, and kind of a brat at times, but he also understands how the world works in a way that most kids his age—including his teammates—do not.  

Edna St. Vincent Millay has a poem, “Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies,” that makes the point better than ever I could: childhood ends with the first major loss in one’s life.  Adulthood begins with the understanding of death and grief and mortality that can only come from a world-shattering loss of a loved one.  Marco has to assume a lot of very literal and very mundane adult responsibilities at a young age—he is essentially acting as the head of his household in the absence of a competent parent—but he also has a brutally realistic understanding of death in a way that no one else* does.  Right from the first moment that Tobias suggests the Animorphs should get involved in the war, up through Marco’s decision to quit midway through this book, he has asserted the same point over and over: that death is very, very real and will find them if they fight this war.  He’s correct, of course, since by the end of the war they’ve not only lost Rachel but also James and Collette and Jara Hamee and David and hundreds of foot soldiers and loved ones.  

Other people have commented on the skill with which Applegate portrays the horror of the ants, and the ongoing motif of Marco being the weakest morpher (and also the one who stays the closest to human, with the only primate battle morph on the team), but the other moment from this book that I think is really important for the character is when Marco wakes up from a nightmare about The Lobster Incident, and his dad treats it as more or less routine.  Rachel and Cassie and Jake all get some combination of concern and shock from their families when they start showing signs of PTSD, but Marco’s dad doesn’t seem surprised at all.  That suggests to me that Marco is already dealing with a lot of negative mental health experiences as a result of Eva’s loss, well before he ever gets dragged into the bloody life-destroying hell of war.  

Marco can see where they’re all going, well before Jake and Ax lose their idealism or Rachel and Tobias lose their war-hawk tendencies (pun not intended).  He has already spotted the bright, clear line from Point A (six idiot teenagers charging off to save the world) to Point B (two teenagers dead in battle, one totally disengaged from her friends, and three rushing off on a suicide mission to combat depression).  It’s not cowardice that keeps him out of the fight at first, the way Tobias accuses, and it’s not selfishness, the way Rachel says.  It’s the calm, certain awareness that they are definitely in over their heads.  

When Marco does tell Jake he’s quitting—and Jake takes the news with his usual airbender calm—he gives a very specific reason.  He says, “a year from now I don’t want my dad going to leave flowers at two graves,” which is such a gut-punch of a line because it tells us that Marco has already pictured that exact scene (#5).  Marco understands exactly how it would play out if he did, in fact, die in the war.  When Marco says that he refuses to throw his life away because his loss would destroy his dad, he’s making a hugely adult decision with a degree of empathy and horrible pragmatism that none of the others have yet learned by force.  None of the others really seem to give much thought to their own deaths.  Cassie lightly dismisses her parents’ and friends’ concerns when she is (apparently) dead, first in #19 when she and Aftran/Karen disappear into the woods, and again in #44 when she takes an involuntary vacation to Australia.  Rachel struggles to wrap her head around her own death even as she goes into the battle that will cost her her life (#54).  Jake, Tobias, and Ax never really seem to think about it at all, unless Jake is looking to throw himself heroically between Crayak’s Hessian bullet and his friends.  Marco has calculated the possibility of his own death, played out scenarios in his mind, and concluded that that outcome is unacceptable based on a very personal degree of experience with exactly what death means for those left behind.  

And then, of course, we get to the final sequence of the book.  And Marco gets this enormous heap of revelation dumped on his head: all of his own grief, all of his father’s devastation, all of the myriad ways that Eva’s loss destroyed his life… is all a lie.  Marco’s entire existence—suburban house, brilliant engineer dad, gruffly affectionate mom, best friend two doors down, comfortable certainty in his universe, clear role among his friends and classmates—exploded into nothingness the day that the Coast Guard pulled an empty sailboat onto the local pier.  And it wasn’t horrible happenstance, it wasn’t a cosmic accident, it wasn’t a disaster at all.  It was a deliberate decision on the part of a yeerk who couldn’t be bothered to play the role of an ordinary mom anymore when she could instead move on to better things.  Visser One lived in their house, ate at their table, kissed Marco goodnight, and chose to destroy that all.  Marco doesn’t even know for sure anymore—not for a long time—how many of his memories are actually of his mother, and how many are of the imposter.  

But Eva’s mere existence, there on the Blade ship as a convenient tool in the middle of an arms race between Visser Three and Visser One, means that Marco also has the chance to go back.  Once he knows she’s out there, he knows that he has the chance to undo that terrible life-shattering event.  There is a chance that he can bring her home.  That he can give his dad new life.  And so Marco embraces that chance, even though he still knows perfectly well that the war will probably cost him his life.  

*I’ll save my rant about how we get such beautifully terrible depictions of Jake’s grief for Tom and Rachel, and Marco’s grief for Eva, but almost nothing on what it felt like for Ax to lose Elfangor, for another time.  


-Smut alert-

-Longer than usual (around 2990 words to be exact, oops) hehe-


Special Place

First day of camp. You could do this. Nothing was going to stop you from enjoying yourself at this years camp. Nothing.

That’s what you thought until you received the campers that were assigned to you. Four extremely energetic and crazy girls stood in front of you on the first day with something that resembled mischief in their eyes. Another girl stood a bit away from the others and looked down on the ground clasping her hands in front of her, reminding you a little of yourself. For some reason these 17 year olds scared you. Maybe it was the fact that you would be responsible in keeping them safe and out of danger or maybe it was the way they glanced over at the boys side of the camp ground as if they were looking for their next prey. Either way you would be blamed, as their camp counsellor should, when and if something goes wrong. 

The reason you still came back to this camp to be a counsellor every year was because of your mom. She was one of the main shareholders and it looked good on your family if their daughter attended. But you had this tendency to mess up in the worst ways. Such as one year while you were attending as a camper you were convinced by a few of the older girls that you needed to remove your clothing to help one of your friends. It was a long story, one for another day. You were found the next morning naked in one of the extra tents huddled in a corner. None the less each and every year you were forced to be there. 

You had decided to make the most of this year, no matter what was thrown at you, you would enjoy yourself! It wasn’t like you didn’t get along with the other counsellors but for some reason most of them stayed away from you when they weren’t required to be around you. 

The first day you were required to show the girls their cabin, bring them to the workshops set up for them to know what they would be doing for the next few weeks, and make sure they ate. You also had to do introductions which was easy with the four lively girls but a little tougher with the quiet one. Juna, Rachel, Hyemin, and Brianne you found out were the four girls names. As for the last one you had thought you heard something like Rita but you couldn’t be too sure. 

As you ushered them into the outdoor forest auditorium you couldn’t help but feel nervous when you had to leave them. A group of male campers were the last ones sitting down and you glanced up at their counsellor to see if you knew him. You were met by fiery red hair and the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen, though unfamiliar to you. He must be new you thought to yourself. He looked your age though and most of the counsellors your age have been there since camper days. It was also strange considering you hadn’t see him at training last week. You were about to look down and walk past the stranger when he smiled at you. You instantly felt your face go hot.

“Hi, I’m Jooheon.” He said as he stuck his hand out to you.

“Hello…” You shook his hand and you couldn’t help but like the warmth that his hand engulfed yours with. You smiled involuntarily, though you had trouble meeting his gaze. You took a peak at him again and he was smiling even wider. When you saw this, you pulled your hand out of his and scurried away to wait in the main hall for your campers to be finished. 

While you waited you thought of that regretful encounter with the boy named Jooheon. For some reason you couldn’t help but remember the way he smiled. His eyes scrunched up and disappeared and his mouth full of pearly whites. You felt your face becoming hot again and shook away the thoughts. 

“You okay?” You look up to see Hyolyn, your favourite head counsellor, and one of the few counsellors that spoke to you. She seemed concerned, probably from seeing you red faced and clasping your hands tightly. You unclasp your hands and smile at her. 

“I’m fine, just a little nervous about the first day.” It’s not like you were lying, you were nervous about the first day, but that wasn’t really the reason you looked so dishevelled. 

“Ah, okay. That makes sense I guess. But you know you have nothing to worry about, right?” She smiles at you like a mother would and grabs your hand.

“Yeah, I know.” You also smile to reassure her. Suddenly Hyolyn looks upward and waves someone over. You turn around to see who and glance the boy from earlier, Jooheon, making his way over. He still has that cute smile plastered on his face and you look away quickly telling Hyolyn how you need to leave. 

“Don’t be silly. Wait until I introduce you two and then you can leave. Maybe you two can be friends.” She grabs you by the arm, Jooheon makes it to you a few seconds after Hyolyn stopped talking. 

“Hi!” Jooheon says sweetly and you look at him reluctantly when he sits on the other side of the table you and Hyolyn sat at. 

“Jooheon, this is Y/N, and Y/N this is Jooheon” Hyolyn says.

“Yeah we met, though I never got her name until now.” He laughs slightly looking straight into your eyes with an intense look, you had never seen before, even while he talks to Hyolyn. You cringe at what Hyolyn will say after, though nothing bad comes. 

“Oh, really? Well she’s been here for years now so she knows everything there is to know about this camp. You should stick around her to learn the ins and outs also if you ever need any help with something just ask her,” At this point Jooheon doesn’t seem to be paying attention to Hyolyn, too busy looking at you stare back at him. Hyolyn looks back and forth between you, laughs and continues, “since I’ll be too busy that might be better.”

“Yeah that sounds good.” He finally breaks eye contact and acknowledges Hyolyn. “I did have one question.” You finally find your voice,

“Yeah sure I can help,” you think about how your mom told you to try to make more friends this year and decide to take this opportunity. Jooheon looks back at you and you can’t help but sweat slightly at his look, again. Hyolyn excuses herself looking pleased that she got you two talking. 

“It says we need to bring the campers to this area on the camp grounds but I can’t seem to find it.” He looks down seeming to get slightly nervous after asking.

“Yeah sure. What’s it called?” You begin to feel more comfortable despite his beautiful eyes looking at you closely. 

“It’s this one.” He points at the program book that all the counsellors received and you instantly understand why he didn’t know. 

“It’s in the middle of nowhere. That’s why you couldn’t find it. It took me two years of camp to remember how to get there.” you smile at him finally and witness his face lighting up. You look at your watch and see that you have 10 minutes until you have to escort your campers to another 1 and a half hour workshop for the day. “How about we walk over together and bring our campers to the next place, then we can meet back here and I’ll show you?” You start to feel more and more confident when you see how responsive he is to what you say. 

“Yeah!” He says a little over excitedly “Let’s go.”


You stand by the door of the main hall waiting to see red hair walk out of the forest where you saw Jooheon and his campers disappear. 

“Waiting for me?” You jump at the voice whispering in your ear from behind you and turn quickly. When you see Jooheon you smile and slap his chest involuntarily, retracting your hand quickly after you realize you didn’t know each other that well. Though by then Jooheon is staring at you in a strange way, like he was ready to kiss you. He stared down at your lips. 

“You scared me,” you say to break the silence, ignoring the way he looked at you, “come on we only have so much time before you have to get the campers again.” You grab his hand and lead him behind the main hall and past the first bundle of trees that opened up into a clearing. 

There was a big building at one side of the clearing next to the soccer field and another smaller building sat at the other side of the clearing. 

“Here it is,” you gestured at the clearing and soccer field.

“What’s that?” he pointed at the larger building in the clearing.

“That’s where they keep the equipment.”

“How about that one?” he points at the smaller building then. 

“Oh, no one really uses that one. It was the old equipment building but since they built the new one it hasn’t really been in use. There are just a few old tools and water floaties inside.” You are about to turn to leave but Jooheon’s voice stops you.

“Can we look inside?” He’s looking at the small building, avoiding eye contact with you. You hesitate slightly, trying to read his face.

“Yeah, sure. Not sure why you’d want to see it though. It’s not really that special inside.” You begin to walk over with Jooheon slightly behind you, following. You creak open the old rusted and wooden door and glance inside. You step in slightly to allow Jooheon access also. You’re standing face to face with Jooheon since there wasn’t much space to move any other way. You can feel him breathing and see him looking around until he looks back at you.

“See, not reall-” You’re cut off when soft lips caress yours. He pulls away quickly looking confused and embarrassed. Your mouth is agape looking at him not knowing what to say. The feeling of his lips on yours left your mouth feeling slightly cold after he moved away. Then you do something you had never done before, you made the first move. Well technically the second move but whatever. 

You reach out for his hand and move in towards him. He realizes what you want and smiles that same cute smile from when you met earlier that day. You close the distance between you two and he takes his hand from yours and instead places it on your waist to pull you closer. You reach helplessly for the door and find it after a second of searching. You slam the door by accident, which make you two jump and giggle to each other. 

He pulls you closer again and continues to kiss you with so much passion. Your skin starts to feel hot again but in a good way this time. You reach your hand around his neck to rest you arms on his shoulders. Jooheon moves you backwards until your butt hits something. You break the kiss to glance at it and laugh. It was a perfectly placed table and despite it being slightly dirty, you sit down on it immediately. You look up at Jooheon and he’s staring at you intently again but this time he’s smiling. 

“You’re cute when you laugh, you know?” You look down shyly when he says this but he doesn’t allow you to be embarrassed for long before he’s lifting your chin and kissing your lips again. Wrapping your arms around his shoulder again, he places his hands on your hips this time. He is massaging your hips with his fingers, eliciting small moans from you. Moving down his chin and toward his neck you taste him, loving every second of his groans he leaves in your ears. 

Jooheon grabs your face from his neck aggressively but without pain and locks his lips with yours again. still making you feel bliss with his hands all over your body. Moving his mouth downward he attaches his lips to your slightly exposed collar bone and sucks making you grab onto his bright red hair from the pleasure. You try to pull him closer to you and he laughs against your wet skin.

“Eager?” He pulls away and grins. You don’t know what you look like but you can imagine it probably looks hungry. Glancing at your watch you see that you still have 45 minutes until you need to be with your campers. 

“Yes.” Is all you say as you bring him closer again to kiss him. Soon his hands are reaching toward your belt hoops and he starts to tug on them kind of asking for permission. You reach down and pull down your shorts and wrap your legs around him now. Placing his fingers on the inside of your thighs he starts to massage you again. You grab at his hair again. Making its way to your clothed core you feel pleasant fire wherever his hand touches you. He starts to caress your pussy and you can feel your panties getting slightly soaked with your juices. 

Jooheon starts to rub harder and harder until you’re gasping into his mouth and your fingers are just about pulling his hair out. His breath is heavy on your chest as he parts from your lips and looks down to where his fingers are working. Slipping past the cloth, he sticks one finger between your folds. He finds your sensitive nub and rubs circles into it. You also look down to see his veined arms rubbing you, sweat glistening on them. A bulge has formed in his pants and his other hand rubs at it to relieve some of the tension. 

You grab his hand from his bulge and replace it with your own, unzipping his shorts and sticking your hand over his clothed member. You rub him up and down and stare at him as his mouth gapes open and little pants come out. His hands are still working magic on you and he moves your panties to the side as he finally sticks one finger into your pussy. When you’re used to the one he slips another in, pumping you as you rub him through his boxers still. Gasping loudly, your one hand is on his dick and the other in his hair tugging. While his two fingers work your hole, his thumb rubs your clit to give you the ultimate pleasure. You pull his dick out of the front hole in his boxer. Licking your hand sensually while you two look into each others eyes, you grab his dick in your lubricated hand and start to pump him making him throw his head back and his pace in your pussy falter slightly. Despite that you start to feel your climax nearing.

“Faster, Jooheon!” You scream, not really worried about being heard. He listens well and goes faster. You wrap your legs tighter around him and finally feel the pleasure take you. You rest your head against his chest as he finger fucks you through your high. Riding his fingers still, you kiss him lightly when you’ve come back down, still enjoying the feeling of him inside of you. 

You realize in your ecstasy you had let go of his dick so you grab it again and pump him, looking into his eyes again. His face is covered in sweat as you assume is the same for you and his eyes are fixated on your mouth. You kiss him as you work his dick between your hand. You let go of him for a second and you hear him whimper. Giggling, you place your hand on your soaked core and wet it enough to use it on his dick. All the while Jooheon is watching you closely with lust in his eyes. 

Soon you feel him start to become frantic when he starts humping into your hand. Rubbing him faster you can feel him start to get closer. His dick starts to twitch in your hand as you feel him let out a loud sigh against your cheek. Jooheon starts to cum and you are careful to aim him away from yourself. You continue to touch him until he has slumped into you and you are forced to hold him up. When he has come down from his high you feel him chuckle against your body. 

“That was amazing, Y/N.” He states as he gets his footing back and looks at you again. He grabs your shorts from the floor and watches you put them on as he slips his dick back into his boxers and pulls on his own. He has a smile on his face and asks you, “Have you done something like this before?”

“Why would you assume that?” You ask back slightly offended by the question. 

“No, no I don’t mean anything bad,” He falters slightly but continues, “It’s just that you were so good.”

When you realize what he said, you smile and look down. 

“No I’ve never done this before.” You say shyly.

“Wow, you’re amazing.” Is all his says as he grabs your hand so you can make your way back to the main hall. 

As you walked beside Jooheon you couldn’t help but think that maybe that little abandoned building was more special than you had previously thought. You also thought that maybe this years camp wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.


I’m done exams! YAY! and here it is! Another smut! I hope you guys like reading it as much as I liked writing it. Enjoy!! 

What’s Worth It

Kurt is Blaine’s - an upcoming star - assistant. Blaine’s beard Rachel keeps him a tight leash for the sake of their reputations. Behind closed doors, however, Blaine’s allowed to love Kurt.

“…and please remind him that my dress is red so his bow tie has to match,” Rachel babbled on to a very uninterested Kurt. He tapped on his iPad, nodding whenever it felt appropriate.

“He has a radio interview on Friday and I know they’ll take pictures so make sure he looks presentable. And on Saturday he…”

“…has an appointment to fit the suit,” Kurt finished for her. “I’m his assistant, Rachel. I know his schedule.”

Rachel waved her hand dismissively, the ring on her finger catching the light of the hotel hallway.

The engagement had been her idea. This whole arrangement had been her idea.

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Manwhore - Part 9

Thanks so much to those that liked, shared and commented on the previous parts to this fic; Ramblings , I’m pleased that a so many of you are still onboard with the slow-burn.😘😘  also an added thanks to those sweet enough to like my silly Road Rage fic (also found in my Ramblings).

Thanks to my lovely beta @redprairielily for advice and finessing and to the adorable @nenita1978 for your advice and reassurance.

WARNING:  There’s a bit of a binge session in this part.  Appended warning as some have said they’ve found it a bit sad, I don’t want to ruin anyone’s day.😃

Manwhore - Part 9

Rae stepped into her home and headed straight to her mums cupboard, the need to settle her emotions in some way was just too much to bear.  On this occasion if she hadn’t turned to food, it would have resulted in something that she had managed to control for a good four or five years.  That was a path she didn’t want to go down again.  Her scars had healed so well that people very rarely noticed them anymore.  

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In celebration of the mpreg holiday aka ecklainer’s birthday (<3), here’s a little birthday story in which Kurt gets the best present ever!



Kurt startled, jumping several inches away from the door and right into his husband as a chorus of excited voices boomed as soon as he stepped in the foyer. Blaine’s hands fell to his hips, steadying him as he swayed, and then the lights flickered on, showing off the group of people hiding in his living room. Burt and Carole were sitting on the sofa; Rachel, Mercedes, Sam, Santana, and Brittany were scattered around the room and, coming out of the kitchen, was Elliot. The dark haired man had a large sheet cake in his hands, a few dozen candles burning bright on the icing, waiting for someone to blow them out.

“Happy birthday, Kurt!” Everyone cheered, grinning at the man as he stepped out of Blaine’s grasp and walked towards Elliot. For a moment, he studied the cake, smiling when he realized it was from his favorite bakery; then he sucked in a deep breath, only pausing when Blaine stopped him so they could sing the birthday song. As soon as that was over, he huffed and puffed and blew out all the candles, rolling his eyes when his friends and family cheered.

“I can’t believe you guys did all this!” Gesturing the streamers and balloons, Kurt took another look around the room, slightly in awe at how fast they put everything together during the hour that he and Blaine had been out of the house on their daily walk.

“You deserve it. Happy birthday, honey.” Blaine murmured, sliding one arm around his husband’s waist to press his palm against Kurt’s belly as he kissed the side of Kurt’s neck. The sight caused Rachel to coo and Santana grumbled, muttering to herself about PDA while pregnant and how she didn’t need to see them partaking in any of their creepy fetishes. “It’s not a fetish,” Blaine argued, rolling his eyes at their friend. “I just so happen to adore my husband and his tummy. He is carrying our child, you know?”

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Alphabet Klaine: King

So day 14! I keep looking at my paper and seeing the list slowly disappearing. It’s weird. Only a dozen left, and this one was definitely one of the most fun to write, purely for world-creation and just inventing a place.

So NC-17 rating here. No triggers or warnings I can think of.

K- King

            “Your Majesty, there are reports of another dragon family loose in the marshes.”

            Kurt gripped his silverware so hard he almost bent them. It was the third time this week he’d heard that news. All the reports had come from the same general area. The southern border with the Dalton kingdom. Ever since King James IV had died and left his oldest son, Cooper, in charge, dragon sightings had shot through the roof. There was a long strip of mountains that marked the edge of his own kingdom, a mountain range inhabited with fierce, enormous monsters that had always been Dalton’s responsibility as part of a long held treaty of friendship between their two lands. Kurt’s great-grandfather and King Cooper’s grandfather, a young, newly-crowned king, had forged the document almost a century ago.

            Now, that whimsical, lazy fire-breather was dishonoring it. Or more likely, as Kurt suspected, Cooper was too busy charming as many royal women as he could find. He’d never cared much for the older Anderberry son. The two youngest, Rachel and Blaine, were odd, but distant friends of his.

            “How many?” he asked as his aid continued to bow. “Stop bowing, Finn. Honestly. I’ve known you since birth, our parents are getting married. Just treat me like anyone else.”

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Honeymoon Holidays - Chapter 6: Fan

Klaine, 2260 words, A03
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Kurt and Blaine’s first winter holidays together as a married couple fall so quickly after their wedding that sometimes they almost seem like a continuation of their honeymoon.  But not always.

A story in the “Season 7” series that looks at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine, written in connection with the Klaine Advent challenge.  The name of each chapter is the prompt.

December, 2014

“Do you have any idea why Sue summoned us?” Blaine asked as he and Kurt met up in front of the principal’s office at McKinley.

“Nope.  But it can’t be good.”  Despite all that Sue Sylvester had done for the two of them, Kurt still couldn’t help but worry that a call to her office didn’t bode well.

“Kurt, Blaine, thank you for coming to see me,” Sue said, indicating that they should sit down in the chairs in front of her desk, although she remained standing.  

“She used our real names,”  Blaine said in a whisper as he took a seat.  “I think we’re in trouble.”

“You’re not in trouble, Husband #2,” Sue said, “and my hearing is not as bad as you kids apparently think.  But there is something we need to talk about.”

“Fine, Sue.  Spit it out.”  Kurt wasn’t in the mood for Sue’s games this morning.  Or any morning, for that matter.

“I’ve had a complaint from the parents of Kristin Martin.”

“Kristin?”  Blaine turned to Kurt.  “Isn’t she one of the kids in your Broadway club?”

“She is,” Kurt confirmed.  Kurt had started an afterschool club for budding Broadway aficionados, which had attracted a group of freshman girls for whom Les Miserables  was still the epitome of their Broadway experience.  Kurt was working on expanding their horizons.  They seemed to be catching on to Sondheim, at least when he sang it to them.  

“What was the complaint about?”  Blaine asked.

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Nodus Tollens

A Cophine fic inspired by the post 23 emotions people can feel, but can’t explain.

Written by thatscomplex

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore

Sitting on the soft rug with her legs folded under her, Delphine tapped her pen on the surface of the coffee table, the string of the hoodie she wore between her teeth as she read through the latest lab results. She had planned on going to the gym but had gotten lost looking through paperwork. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there, just that she had barely gotten through the few days of lab results.

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