#starter: 003

[barbieberrie]

"Would anyone like a live singer Sunday afternoon for the Barbecue? According to my mother, I spent too much time today staring at the party from my window like a dramatic teen movie and I should apparently go out in the world more. So, would it be fun to be your Spotify player for a couple of hours?"

[badboyhummel]

Pass the Syrup

The recent events of the night had gotten lost among the fuzzy dreams and tossing and turning in bed for when Kurt woke up he had to lie there for a good few minutes, trying to recall whose house he was in, why he wasn’t wearing his clothes but another persons, and where the throbbing headache was not going away with the drifting in and out of sleep. For a moment he swore someone was in bed with him, but he seemed to doze off and woke up again alone. Who ever it was he deemed a person he trusted, and that memory thought dawned on his tired brain that it could only be one Sebastian Smythe. And all at once, the memories of the previous night crashed in, surrounding him in the second hand-embarrassment. His secret was out.

Groaning, he pulls the covers up and over his head, hoping to will himself back to sleep. He doubted Sebastian would disturb him if he was sleeping since he didn’t know how many times he woke up on his own and his childhood best friend hadn’t once tried to wake him up. So he at least had that in his favor. 

The scent of coffee drifted through the slightly opened door and he heard his stomach growl up at him in protest. Whether it was because he wanted to puke his guts up or actually eat something was a whole other matter to battle with himself over. He didn’t feel like willing himself out of bed. Not yet. Just a few minutes longer.

[yippejdkdk]

Tensions Are Rising // Starter 003.

Tensions are rising, Katherine’s that is. The more familiar faces that show up in New Orleans, the more she has to worry about that stupid cat being let out of the stupid bag. And trust her when she says the last thing she wants right now is for her pretty head to end up on an ugly platter. Especially now that Stefan’s here. I mean, what an awful time to go.

A little good news on top of a crappy day, but it still wasn’t enough to take the edge off. So, one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four. There, much better.