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f2f → kinn.
Finn -- don’t freak out. Okay? And ... and don’t tell my dad. Okay?
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f2f → kinn.
Finn -- don’t freak out. Okay? And ... and don’t tell my dad. Okay?
text ✎ finn.
Kurt: Finn. Full moon tonight. You're coming over.
Kurt: Dad's put his foot down already.
F2F ➴ FINCHEL.
He’s at his locker, ducking down to reach it in spite of it being (conveniently) located on the top row, when she confronts him; stands on her tiptoes and taps him on the shoulder, draws attention towards herself insistently. Conversations buzz around them but subtlety has never been claimed to be a strong suit and the hallways of McKinley High had housed many an emotionally tumultuous conversation before ----- another would hardly raise the eyebrows of her albeit lackluster peers. “Finn?”
text ✉ kinn
Kurt: My dad and Carole say you should stay over at Puck's tonight. As a "reward" or something.
Kurt: Have a video game marathon or something. /Something/ that teenage boys do at sleep overs.