canuckjacq:redbullandcupcakebatter:KURT. KITTEN.I AM DEAD.KHINACReblogging because I think being tag

canuckjacq:redbullandcupcakebatter:KURT. KITTEN.I AM DEAD.KHINACReblogging because I think being tagged morally obligates me?Here, this is not the part of the fic that I’m thinking about right now, but it’s what’s open in a tab:Kurt thumps his forehead, very gently, against the tabletop. “Since this is clearly going to get only more painful until I let you speak your piece; come on in, Finn. Pull up a chair. Make yourself at home.”“Well, it’s kinda supposed to be my home now, right?” Finn says, crossing over to that table. Kurt’s head is still on the table, until he lifts it to glare balefully at Finn.“Thank you for that reminder. Somehow I’d managed to forget,” Kurt says, in one of those voices that doesn’t sound at all grateful, not really. Finn frowns and sits down.“Well, ok, but in a couple of weeks we are all actually going to have a new home. We’re all going to have to make ourselves at home. So isn’t it easier to start thinking like that now?”“No. Nothing about that sounds anything remotely like easier,” Kurt says, slowly, even though he only used one SAT word, twisting his ribbon violently around his hand.Finn scores the blue ribbon. He likes how soft it feels between his fingers, and the quiet noises it makes when he strokes over it. He can see why Kurt has surrounded himself with them. If Finn had as many ribbons as Kurt does right now, he doesn’t think he could ever be unhappy. As long as no one saw him with any ribbons, at least. -- source link

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