𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙣.

* he squints slightly . * all right . i support you . just wait . * he plucks the glass out of finn's hand , downing his champagne in one quick movement . his own glass follows next . he sets them both down , offering finn a brighter smile . * best of luck .

@blackestbirds ;
            
            what? no — i just know how to fix this.

* kurt blinks , shooting an alarmed glance towards the bartender . * finn , you're / certain / nothing was slipped in your drink ?

@lovelikefoolss ; 
            
            * his lips form a thin line as the moment’s broken once more. * right. of course.

right . * her gaze lingers , something shifting in her expression . she glances away , clearing her throat . * i - i forgot , i have . . . plans with jake . tonight . i should go . can we shoot to rehearse tomorrow ?

@lovelikefoolss ;
            
            that’s why i picked it. * he smiles faintly, although it was partially a lie. he looks at her now, swallowing thickly. *

@MlDNIGHTRAlN ;
            
            no. no. don’t be. you deserve it. and i’m happy for you, really.

@quartersback ; yeah . . . lot less student debt . . . * he sighs . * look , i'm sorry . 

@MlDNIGHTRAlN :
            
            yep. heard it’s good for if i want to transfer to a four year, too.

* slowly , she peers up at him over the papers . she is visibly tense . * rachel invited me over here , you know . she thought you'd be able to . . . / change my mind / .

@lovelikefoolss ;
            
            right. good luck with that, ali. * he gives her a thin smile in return, leaning against the piano. * 

no , it won't . * her smile is tight . sweet as candy . she leans over , plucking the sheet music out of his hands and skimming it absently . * i love kurt , but there's no way in / hell / i'm letting you or rachel win .

/ for julietta & daniel plzzzzz

@quartersback /   ON KURT PLS

/ heyyyyyyy xx

he did . you deserve worse , but i think you’re a little too tall to drag around like that . * she sighs in faux despair , shaking her head . she tries to ignore the fluttering in her own chest . * so i’ll settle on psychological torture .

@lovelikefoolss ;
            
            * the thought brings back a million memories to his mind. his heart flutters, but dies back down just as quickly. * he probably deserved it. * he smiles faintly, glancing at the ground. *

* she steps closer , staring up at him as she tilts her head . a beat passes . * thanks . i got it from when i was a skank . i dragged jacob across the hall by his collar , and that was a / boring / day . 

@quartersback    ♔    ugh,  don’t  remind  me.    [  at  the  mere  memory  of  their  sordid  on  and  off  relationship,  quinn’s  nose  scrunched  up  in  disgust,  bile  rising  in  her  throat.  they  were  on  a  friendly  basis  now,  sure,  but  that  hardly  meant  their  history  had  disappeared.  now,  she  felt  almost  glad  of  that,  of  knowing  finn  still  knew  her  a  bit  better  than  their  peers,  behind  santana  and  mercedes  ]    none  of  us  want  her  blubbering  all  over  the  choir  room  while  she  sings  some  godforsaken  ballad  about  how  you  wronged  her  and  broke  her  heart  one  more  time.  we  only  have  so  much  sanity.

@populardesire ;
            
            * at the mere thought, he winces, stepping a centimeter backwards. he knows that quinn would not be against actually slapping him, and he knows rather well that he would not come out unscathed. * i know. i did date you too, i'm aware of what you're capable of.

@quartersback    ♔    the  appropriate  answer.    [  a  satisfactory  grin  pulls  the  corners  of  her  lips  upwards,  softening  the  harsh  expression  that  had  sat  upon  her  features.  despite  gaining  some  glee  out  of  finn’s  immediate  answer,  she  felt  he  might  need  some  more…  threats.  after  all,  that  one  single  brain  cell  of  his  seemed  to  be  out  of  commission  more  often  than  not  ]    because  i  will  slap  you  so  hard  you  will  be  able  to  feel  it  in  your  bones.    [  years  of  friendship  with  santana  teaches  one  such  traits  rather  perfectly  ]