Dude, I completely forgot I hadn't replied to this and I'm sorry. Been bogged down with school stuff, you know how it is. Also, I think I had nightmares of Pat Sajak for days. Thanks for that.

Um...so how're you doing lately?

Understandable, I'm honestly just waiting for my own semester to end.

I'm sure you heard about everything back home, though. I'm still pretty shaken up at the idea of it; apparently it wasn't a shooter at all, but an accident (Blaine told me it was Coach Sylvester, of all people)

But yeah, naturally, I can't even imagine what it was like there. I spoke to a few people for hours, and they're... bad. Especially Tina (not that her emotional spectrum wasn't set on high to begin with)

Anyway, I suppose I'm not too bad. Adam and I are off, for now. We're just far too busy with everything, and he's getting ready to graduate. It's nice, though. We still hang out, and I'm still an Apple (don't bother asking), but we thought it would be better to just continue being casual.

Holy shit what? I had no clue, Kurt. I guess I've kind of been wrapped up in my own world for a little bit and I don't really talk to anyone from McKinley except for you so...wow. I'm glad no one's hurt though. And it would be Coach Sylvester. Not surprising.

That shit's traumatizing. I don't blame any of them for being scared. You're a really good friend for making sure everyone's okay, Kurt. Just don't forget to take care of yourself for a while.

That sucks about Adam. Glad to hear you guys still hang out though. But being single is awesome. Kind of. Guess we're both in the same boat here. Um...yeah. Heh.

Yeah. I wish I could have stayed longer, but class and work have picked up. Everyone is better, for the most part, so that's all I care about. And besides, I'm seeing them again in a few weeks.

And don't worry, I'm also taking care of myself. Thank you for caring, though. Most people either just assume I'm alright or pity me completely. You're a fresh face.

It's okay! I'm just glad we're still friends. Can't argue with you on the single aspect, though. As nice as it is to wake up next to someone, I really do feel fine working on my life, rather than constantly remind myself that I'm sharing it with someone else.

Ah, well. I suppose when we do hang out, we can now go have a night out on the town! Find some arm candy for the both of us. And if all else fails, we get drunk, road trip it to Vegas, and find the most expensive one night Honeymoon Suite stay we can find. Deal?

Glad you're enjoying being single though. Even if it sucks not having someone to wake up to like you said, you really only have to worry about yourself. Plus you can hook up with whoever you want to (within reason obviously).

And yeah, that sounds fucking amazing actually. Especially the second plan. Not that I'm counting on it. But roadtripping it to Vegas? Honeymoon suite? Kickass. ;)

Great, look what I've done. Now I'm actually seriously considering this roadtrip. I've got six tabs open in my browser with different hotels.

Some of these places are incredible. I mean, Vegas is incredible regardless, once you get past the hookers and drug deals, but have you seen the Venetian? There's a river going through it with gondolas. You can ride a gondola through a hotel, David.

Paris has a to-scale Eiffel Tower, and New York, New York has a roller coaster going through it. Not to mention some of these rooms are bigger than my entire apartment.

Oh god, we have to go now. This is going to be my birthday present to myself, and you're going to have to be my plus one. I'd bring Rachel, but god forbid she goes anywhere near alcohol again in her life. Not when I'd have to be the one responsible for her.

I have no clue what the hell half of the shit you just said means but damn it if I don't want to go now. Let's go rob a bank for some cash and pull a Spring Breakers (shut up I haven't seen it...well okay maybe I have). Maybe we could even find some gross looking dude to sponsor our trip as long as we don't have to do any unsavory things with him. Save that for the privacy of the Honeymoon suite. ;)

No but seriously, I'm game if you are.

Are you implying I can only get gross looking perverts to sponsor us? I'm sure I could find some mildly attractive ones somewhere.. which in that case, I'd hold no guilt into using you as payment ;P

And oh, I'm dead serious. My spring semester ends about a week before my birthday. As horrendous as the weather will probably be, I'm all for trekking out there for a few days.

Lol no, of course not. You could definitely get someone mildly attractive to give us money. Doesn't that count as prostitution though? Eh, whatever. Yolo and all that :p

Hell yeah man. My offer definitely still stands. House is open and I have a couple hundred saved up that I could use for gas. Trek that shit to Vegas. I still have my old fake I.D. I could use to get into the slots. Maybe even manage to get into some kinky S&M joints.

And I can see your face right now, Hummel. Don't act like you wouldn't enjoy that. I've seen the bondage shit you used to wear. ;)

Is a sugar daddy technically a pimp, then? I'm fairly sure you can come across one who wouldn't touch you... I believe I saw a Maury about it once. Ah we'll, either way, I suppose.

S&M, eh? And no acting necessary, I assure you. I wouldn't say that the option is first on my list (gondolas, Dave) but I'm not entirely against the idea ;P Praying you get lucky now, are you? Tsk, tsk. How easy do you think I am, hamhock?

Damn, forgot about the sugar daddies. Don't you have to be with one for like, a year before they start giving you shit? Ain't nobody got time for dat. (Not gonna lie, I've watched way too much Maury. Homework + boredom = screaming at the television about who the baby daddy is.)

Ah I see how this is. First you want to seduce me into a classic gondola ride and make me feel all safe and secure, and then you drug me and take me to a back alley somewhere to whip and chain me and...oh god I should probably stop there. Wow.

But no, I respect you enough to know that you're not easy. Well...;)

Oh, no judging here. When it wasn't watching things I was unfortunately forced the record the night prior. I honestly do not envy those people, though I can't help but admit that they're incredibly entertaining. I feel cultured watching it.

You seem to be underestimating my talents, David. Who said anything abou drugs? I could just as well seduce you sober, and don't even bother lying. I know what pants work, and dare I say, I'm quite limber.

And judging by your messages, it seems you're the easy one. A little hot and bothered are we? Not that I'm complaining. It's a cute look on you, and I can't say I'm much different

Not to mention that it makes you (or at least me) feel better about yourself while watching it. No matter how bad things get, at least I won't be a woman involved with ten baby daddies and trying to find the father of my eleventh kid. Okay, a little judgmental. But come on.

And...yeah, you caught me. Shut up. I may or may not have indulged in a little too many action-slash-adventure-movies-with-shirtless-dudes last night. And the night before. Okay...all weekend. Though admittedly, I'm not really into the huge muscles as much. Lean muscles on the other hand? Hell yes.

Okay yeah sorry if that last paragraph or fifty creeped you out. Can you tell I need to get laid? Though I am pretty relieved you say you're the same way. At least we can feel this pain together.

I get you completely. It reminds me of the whole Babygate drama of sophomore year. Trust me, that was bad enough, and I wasn't even directly involved.

Aw, and here I was thinking this was all my doing. You're quite the buzzkill. Kidding, of course, and also those are my favourite! Maybe not the action and adventure part of it, but... Ah well. Slight disagreement with your taste in men, but we all have our likes. Then again, it's not like I have any luck with my typical jock type, considering both were straight, and one ended up becoming my brother. I'd blow it off and say I'd take romance over physical attractiveness any day, but who are we kidding. A nice balance is what I need, especially with these lovely 19 year-old hormones, as you can so probably tell.

And no, it's not creepy in the slightest. My uneeded paragraph above this one might be weirder, actually. So let me rephrase: Strong, naked, sweaty men are good any day of the week, and yes, especially now. Like honestly, not to be tmi, but I'd honestly even take Blaine at this point.

Oh god, Fabray? That was a freakin' mess. Babygate pretty much describes that shit I guess.

Damn, you prefer the sweaty jocks and I prefer the smaller, dancer types. Hmm. I'm sensing something here that might have something to do with hormones but fuck it. We're both in the same boat, my friend.

Strong, naked, sweaty men? I think I know a few. No need to resort to those that wouldn't fulfill your jock kink. ;)

Oh jesus, cold shower time. Damn.

Tell me about it.

That's interesting and convenient, and I believe it's going to make this Vegas ordeal a whole lot more interesting. Too soon to laugh at the "but fuck it"?

I'd say I'd join you, but judging by our current... stimulating conversation, I don't think that'd help the matter.