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rachelbstar said: Awww, feel better soon Kurt! I’ll try and stop by with some movies and we can get you back into shape in no time okay?

Thank you, Rachel. Its a work in progress, but i'm dealing with it as best as I can. Seeing your lovely face would certainly aid the healing process, though, especially since you're offering so kindly.

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rachelbstar replied to your photo:Celebrating 16 with a new-found sense of bad-body...

Happy Birthday Artie!

Thanks, Rachel!!! Love ya.

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BRITTANY: Have you written any songs yet?

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COFFEE BREAK TIME ✏︎ HUMMELBERRY

TAGGING: Kurt Hummel and Rachel Berry

LOCATION: The Lima Bean, Lima, OH.

TIME FRAME: Monday afternoon, ~3PM.

NOTES: Rachel and Kurt meet up for coffee to catch up on each others lives.

The moment Kurt stepped off the Dalton campus and onto the real, cold, hard concrete of Lima, OH, he nearly felt like he was in a different world. It was strangle, really, looking at the large, ominous private school from a distance. Like it was something of a safe haven. A paradise. Something that kept him safe and secure from the outside world and the cruel people that inhabited it. But, for every passing second that Kurt felt thankful for the opportunity he'd been given, it also added onto the growing fact that he missed McKinley. He missed his friends, he missed the Glee club, he missed the too crowded cafeteria, and chattering with Mercedes and Tina about the latest in school scandal. Dalton was safe -- it was like a cage, almost. Something to keep him harmless, but trapped. And McKinley wasn't the picture perfect ideal of a high school for an open gay teen in the conservative Midwest, but it was something that Dalton wasn't -- it was home.

Sitting in the Lima Bean, Kurt closed his eyes, inhaling the warm, familiar scent of coffee and baked goods, hands tapping against the arm rest of the plush chair he'd managed to pick out when he arrived. To be honest, he was excited. Beyond excited, really. Surprisingly, he and Rachel had managed to become good friends, despite their differences and odds and ends, and though it didn't take the ache away from his chest completely, seeing a friendly face certainly helped numb it for a while. His hands moved to his phone, then, and Kurt scrolled through his text alerts, sending off a few to Blaine, and his step-brother, before sending one off to Rachel, too, telling her where he was, and to hurry before her tea got cold.

Then, figuring he had some time to kill, Kurt pulled up a game from his applications, tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration as he tried his hardest to crush as many green pigs with as few birds as possible. He'd pause to sip from his coffee every so often, tongue clacking against the roof of his mouth when he made a particularly crucial error. He only stopped completely when the chimes of the door opening and closing reached his ears, and once Kurt managed to catch the right time frame, his eyes spotted the familiar head of brown hair, neatly trimmed and styled over small shoulders and a petite frame. "Rachel!" He called, voice a little too loud for the rather peaceful coffee shop. Cringing a bit, Kurt cleared his throat and tried again, choosing to wave her over instead while he spoke in a much quieter voice. "Rachel," he tried, motioning for her to sit in the chair opposite of his. "Come. I already got you a drink," he added, pointing to the cup placed on the table next to his.