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she's not nervous. shelby corcoran doesn't get nervous... except the few times that she does. still -- there's no how-to guide when it comes to building a relationship with the daughter you walked away from... twice.
❝ i heard you're a finalist... ❞
( for minibarb )
"think you might be a little... lost. not often people come wandering out here."
you're poorly dressed and less talented than i am. xoxox. omg i'm kidding. okay so basically, you're one of my favorites. like we're actually hummelberry okay? because i remember i was super jealous that one time you played rachel and i was like 'whoa talent' but i seriously adore you. you're an incredible kurt and an even more amazing human that i love lots and i'm so glad to still have in my life. never leave me again bb.
[ OH MY GOD you and mimi need to stop before i go into cardiac arrest h o n e s t l y. i’ve already babbled on about how much i love you in your ask box but you’re stick with me for the rest of time. if i ever come by new jersey u and i are gonna get starbucks that’s a thing xoxox ]
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Send me a ✿ and I’ll generate a number: 9 (forehead kiss)
Rehearsals for the musical that he was taking part in that NYADA was putting on kept running later and later and later to the point that it really was ridiculous, but he couldn’t really complain. Just being able to take part in it was amazing and he was happy, in spite of the fact that he never got to see his fiancé or his friends on a regular basis anymore, unless they were asleep, but it would only be for another month and a half. One thing that was definitely a bother when it came to late rehearsals was getting into the loft though, considering that the door really was loud unless he was careful. And he was known for accidentally waking his roommates up—once Santana had actually thrown something at him.
So he tried to open the door carefully this time, poking his head in briefly before stepping into the loft completely, closing the door behind him and locking it tight. With a breath of relief at the thought of being able to collapse into bed with his fiancé he let his messenger bag fall from his shoulder as he set it down gently and strode further into the loft, pausing next to the couch to turn off the lamp. It was only then that he realized that someone was sleeping on the couch, and while that wasn’t unusual since Santana usually took up that spot, this time it was definitely Rachel which was less standard as far as he knew.
Glancing around he imagined that Santana had likely taken up the vacated bed without complaint and imagined that Rachel had probably fallen asleep while watching television or reading, perhaps before the other two had gone to bed. Nonetheless he glanced at the woman’s sleeping form and couldn’t help the fond smile that he let appear on his face and he leaned over the back of the couch, grabbing the blanket that had slipped down to the brunette’s hips and pulled it back up the girl’s body, tucking it securely around her shoulders.
Automatically he craned his neck to press a gentle, fleeting kiss against her forehead—nothing unusual on his part. While he and Rachel were not as close as Kurt and Rachel, he definitely loved her in spite of her rather erratic behavior when it came to certain things, and sometimes he wondered if in some other life they had been siblings. Surely they had to have been, since from the moment that they met he felt some sort of a connection with her, not counting the drunken kiss they had shared, but those were other thoughts for another time. And anyways, he was exhausted.
So he reached over and turned off the lamp, letting his eyes readjust to the lack of light before looking at Rachel one more time.
”Good night, Rachel.”
With that he turned on his heel and started off for the section of the loft where Kurt was doubtlessly sleeping, yawning as he went.
Fingers ghosted lightly over the spines of the CDs that he was peering through, squinting slightly as he read the titles that were printed vertically, lips pursing just so in thought and little else. The tips of the appendages traced them once, twice, thrice, before exhaling and straightening up, turning on his heel and bounding out of the room. It was easy to walk those few feet to the door that was right next to his and he knocked on the wood just beneath the gold star mounted on it, only waiting a few moments before opening the door on his own.
Anyways, it’s not like it really mattered that he was striding into his sister’s room. So long as she didn’t immediately say anything against it, she never really cared as long as he knocked first and he stepped into the lavishly pink room and leaned back against the door frame, tilting his head in question. While the question would definitely sound accusing he had to know--it was Daniel Radcliffe for crying out loud.
”Have you seen my How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying CD, Rach? I can't find it...”
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[ all rachels all the time ]
One can never have too many of you perfect beings.
I just wanted to say, bless you for making this page! Seriously. I feel like finding indie glee rps can be so difficult sometimes. So just, thank you. <3
I’m so glad to hear that! I hope this blog will help you and all the indie RPs out there. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! :)
00:00:00 [ cackles. loveme. ]
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
00:10:00 The number on his wrist had his heart in his throat. He hurried down the busy street of New York, eager to get to his first day of class at NYADA, but even more eager to meet his mysterious soul-mate. He had waited for this moment for nineteen years, imagining exactly what it would be like in his head. 00:07:00 He took the stairs into the giant academic building two at a time, eyes glued to the number that continued decreasing on his wrist. The mystery man had to be an aspiring performer, which made this moment even more special. Soul-mates knew no gender, and while Kurt openly identified as ‘gay,’ he was always warned that his soul-mate might not be exactly what he hoped for. He never heeded those warnings, because after being beat down in high school so many times with the clock on his wrist barely ticking, he knew that his life could only get better in New York. Kurt was ready for new experiences, whether he happened to find his soul-mate or not, but the clock on his wrist was counting down so quickly that he was getting dizzy with it.00:02:00 It took him a few minutes longer than necessary to find his first class of the day - a dance instruction class. Kurt hurried into the front door after the class had already begun, eyes only pulled up from the stamp on his wrist when the instructor called out to him. “You must be Kurt Hummel. You’re late. You’ll be paired with Rachel Berry, go stand next to your partner.” The apology towards the instructor was caught in his throat as he felt something inside of him change, like a light had been turned on in the most cliche of possibilities. It was followed quickly by dread as Kurt’s wide, hopeful smile and bright eyes landed on the girl in question. Brunette, short. He looked back down, feeling the oxygen in his throat constrict as he walked over towards her. And then he stopped. 00:00:00 ”.. Oh my god ”
