Perfectly Wrong
by LivAndLetDie
Chapter 8
Blaine woke up from the sound of his cell phone ringing. He had left his phone on the night stand next to his bed, but since it was Saturday today he shouldn't have a wakeup call.
"Wha-huh?" he mumbled, disoriented from sleep. It was still dark outside, but Blaine could tell that sun would rise soon. He blindly reached for his iPhone; his vision was still blurry from sleep, so Blaine didn't know who was calling him.
"Hello?" he said, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"I need you!" a deep voice, that Blaine didn't recognize, said.
"Wes?"
There was a short pause. "No. I need you. I'm coming for you," the voice boomed.
"What? Who is this?" Blaine asked, instantly more awake. He sat upright in his bed.
"I'm coming for you and you won't escape!" the same low, threatening voice said. Why was a strange man calling him during the night and telling him that he's coming for Blaine?
"Look, I don't know who you are or what you want, but this is not funny," Blaine said. This better be a prank call.
Blaine had received anonymous calls from homophobic jerks before, he knew how it was. They talked crap, but that was it. He was also familiar with guys, who had been one night entertainments, not getting the memo and calling him over and over again, but this was different. The voice was almost too deep to belong to a teenage boy.
"Oh, but I think it is," someone said on the other end, and laughed. This high pitched melodic voice was recognizable.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked, not sure. He took his phone away from his ear and now he could clearly see that it indeed was Kurt who was calling him at 4:30 a.m. "Who was that man talking before?"
"What? What are you talking about? It was me," Kurt told him. The other boy was clearly more awake than Blaine was; he could hear an engine working. Was Kurt in a car?
"Why are you calling me?" Blaine asked once again.
"I told you – I'm coming for you. Get ready, I will be there in half an hour and you better be dressed and at least presentable or I will be forced to drag you out of your house with your footy pajamas still on. We're going to raise some money for New Directions."
"What? Now?" Blaine asked, not really believing that the other boy was making him get up at 4:30 a.m. on Saturday morning. And how did Kurt know about his footy pajamas?
"Yes, you have twenty-eight minutes to get ready. That's enough to shower, get dressed, and maybe to grab something to eat, but not enough time for you to cement your hair – perfect. I'll bring coffee," Kurt said and ended the call.
Blaine fell back on his bed. Four-fucking-thirty in the morning! Was Kurt crazy or just sadistic? At first he considered blowing Kurt off and refusing to go anywhere but thinking about that led him to thoughts of just blowing Kurt and then, of course, Kurt blowing Blaine.
Blaine rolled out of bed, practically falling out because he was tangled up in his sheets.
He had to switch on the lamp that was standing on the night stand; it was still too dark. Blaine managed to find something that looked like a presentable outfit and socks that almost matched; it was as good as it could get. He got in the shower and cleaned himself as quickly as possible. After showering, he quickly shaved, surprisingly cutting himself only twice, brushed his teeth, and got dressed. Blaine didn't do anything with his hair – he didn't have enough time and without the hair gel nothing else worked.
He tried to walk as quietly as possible downstairs, because everyone else was probably still sleeping. Blaine went to his kitchen first to find something edible in the refrigerator. He had two choices between his mom's leftover Cesar salad and a slice of cold pizza from Friday movie night with his brother; obviously he chose pizza.
Kurt had promised coffee, so he quickly downed a glass of orange juice in a time that only teenage boys could manage. Blaine was washing his ketchup covered fingers in the sink when he heard someone coming in the kitchen.
"Blaine? Why are you up so early, darling?" Blaine's mom asked. She was dressed in a long cotton night dress and fuzzy pink slippers. This sleepy woman with frizzy hair looked nothing like that sophisticated lady Blaine was used to seeing – he thought she looked amazing.
"I'm sorry I woke you up. I'm going out," he apologized to her.
"At this hour?" his mom asked, going to the coffee machine and putting some coffee in it.
"Kurt asked me," Blaine explained.
His family still had no idea what had really happened with Kurt. Everyone assumed that Blaine was dumped for something he did and that they had broken up. Blaine didn't really try telling them something else – he couldn't have come up with a better lie on his own.
His mom was obviously trying to get more information out of him. She was calling regularly and asking if Blaine had talked with Kurt, if he had apologized. Blaine told her the truth; he told her that Kurt was angry and not answering his calls. He told her that he was still not over Kurt and was just not ready to see anyone else, but that didn't matter anyways; Blaine's mom did not want to set Blaine up with anyone else. She was dead set on Kurt and Blaine being together. For her, Kurt was paragon of everything her son's boyfriend should be.
Instead of being nagged about finding boyfriend, now Blaine was nagged about being with Kurt.
When she heard that, Blaine's mom was fully awake. She clapped her hands excitedly and said, "Oh dear. That's amazing! Are you going on a date? Did you apologize? Where are you going?"
"Easy! One question at the time, please. Yes, I apologized, but it's not a date; I'm just helping him out. And I still don't know where we're going."
"Well, if you're not sure then you just have to work on making it a date. Complement him, be nice, and buy lunch or dinner. Make it romantic. Here," she said and reached for the vase standing on the kitchen table. She pulled out a white orchid – one long stem with at least seven beautiful, white blossoms. She dried it with a kitchen towel so that it wouldn't be dripping and gave it to Blaine. "Give this to him. Everyone loves flowers."
Blaine's phone went off. He looked outside the kitchen window and saw a black Navigator sitting in front of the house. Kurt was here.
"Mom, I have to go," Blaine said and took the flower she was pushing into his arms. He went to put on his shoes and his mom followed him.
"Did you brush your teeth? Have breath mints?"
"Yes, mom," Blaine said while he was tying up his shoes.
"Are you wearing clean underwear? Something sexy?"
"Mom!"
"What? I know you kids; young love is so passionate. No need to be shocked, I still remember my first fight with your dad. We made up in the parking lot behind our college dorms. Good thing it was night, if someone had seen us or how the car was rocking, we-"
"Okay, mom!" Blaine yelled. This was not something he needed to hear, especially this early in the morning just minutes after he ate. "I'm going."
"Darling?" Malaya's voice stopped him at the doors. Blaine turned around and saw that she had extended her arms, waiting for a hug.
Blaine gave his mom a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. She held on to him longer than strictly needed and whispered in his ear, "I just want you to have someone to share your experiences with – good and bad. You're almost a grown up and you won't always run to me whenever something goes wrong. I know teen romances usually aren't forever, but they can be magical while they last."
She let him go and went back to the kitchen. Another great opportunity to tell her the truth had passed.
Kurt was waiting outside in his car for him. Blaine got in and buckled his seatbelt before he shoved the flower into Kurt's arms.
"Oh wow. You shouldn't have," Kurt said in a monotone voice.
"My mom made me give it to you. It's an orchid," Blaine explained, leaning back in his seat.
"Thanks, I know what it is. I'm not an idiot," Kurt snapped, running his fingertips over soft petals. He said, "I did think that your mom is kinda cool. I have no idea how someone so nice could raise someone like you."
"I'm sure that your mother is sarcastic and snarky just like you, right?" Blaine snapped back.
Kurt got quiet. "No, no she's not," he said softly and started the car.
"See! If we're both not like our mothers, then your mom must be an amazing woman, because you're kind of a jerk. Where did she go wrong in your upbringing?"
"She was amazing," Kurt said.
Blaine put his head against the window, closing his eyes. It was just 5 a.m.! "Was?" he asked.
"She's dead," Kurt explained.
Blaine opened his eyes and took a look at Kurt. The other boy was pointedly not looking at him. "Oh. Well don't I feel like an asshole now. I'm sorry," Blaine apologized. He didn't know what to say.
"Forget it," Kurt told him, keeping his eyes on the road.
They didn't speak for a while; the only sound in the car was the radio that played some 90s pop songs.
Kurt had two coffee cups in the cup holders. Blaine realized that he had no idea where they were going. It seemed like they were driving to Lima, but he wasn't sure. He finally got curious and asked, "Where exactly are you taking me?"
"Do you like surprises?" Kurt asked.
"I hate them," Blaine answered honestly. In his opinion, it was better knowing beforehand, surprises almost always turned bad.
"Then you're going to hate this one too, because I'm not telling you," Kurt told him. He motioned with his head to the two cups that were in the cup holder. "Drink your coffee, I promise I didn't put laxatives in it. Or drain cleaner."
Blaine took a sip. "I love "Heather"," he said.
"I love to make fun of horrible 80s outfits and hair," Kurt answered.
"Are we actually agreeing on something?" Blaine asked.
Kurt looked at Blaine and their eyes met. Blaine realized just now that they had been sitting in the car for at least ten minutes now and they were actually getting along. He felt like, at that moment, they had some kind of connection. Kurt smiled and turned his eyes back to the road.
"If by agreeing on something you mean that I like to make fun of things you like, then yes, I think we are," Kurt answered him.
So much for connection.
Blaine nodded and said, "It's a start. You never know; we might find more things like that and bond over them."
"I already know one – you're in love with yourself and I love to make fun of you."
"Just drive," Blaine told him and took another sip of his coffee. It's too early to talk, too early to trade insults (or to be insulted) and it's just too early to function properly in general.
Blaine leaned his head against the window and fell asleep.
"The nursing home?" Blaine asked, confused. He felt the car coming to halt and opened his eyes only to find out that they were parked in the parking lot of the nursing home. It was located in a beautiful three story building that looked a lot like Dalton academy on the outside. The manor was surrounded with trees and gardens. This definitely looked like a nursing home for retired politicians, doctors, and celebrities. If Blaine's grandfather wasn't living with his family, he probably would be in a place just like this. He looked at his wrist watch and saw that it was just after 7 a.m. – still too early. Blaine had slept almost the whole time on their way here, except for couple of moments when Kurt had hit a bump in the road and Blaine's head hit the window. After third time it had happened he took off his hoodie and put it underneath his head but it didn't help too much. After the fifth time it happened Blaine started to think that maybe Kurt wasn't really trying to not hit those bumps. He had a golf ball sized bruise on his head to prove this theory.
"Yes, we're at the nursing home," Kurt affirmed.
"If this was supposed to be my surprise, color me unimpressed. I've never been here before."
"No! Really? I had no idea. You just look like someone who regulary hangs out at nursing homes. You're certainly as grumpy as an old geezer," Kurt said, his words coated in sarcasm. He had unbuckled his seat belt and was getting out of the car. Blaine followed him.
"It's not even 8 a.m.. Why are we here? I thought you said we're raising money for your glee club. Are you planning to break in and steal old people's money and gold teeth or something, because I got to tell you, you're neither smart, trying to break in while it's bright outside, nor sneaky, breaking in while wearing that outfit. You could at least wear one of those skiing hats with holes in it. Or tights pulled over your head."
Kurt, who was wearing a bright yellow shirt with a navy blue vest and dark jeans, definitely did not look like a criminal mind. As lowly as his outfit was, it was not suitable for blending in. Kurt, as usual, stood out like a lit candle in a dark room.
"Oh please! I would never wear a skiing hat, even if I just needed it to cover my face. I would definitely use a mask that looks like someone famous. Maybe I could find a Patti LuPone one, and I would pair it with an all black ensemble."
"Mhmm, Kurt in a tight burglar cat suit," Blaine thought, but said out loud, "You really have given it some thought, haven't you?"
"There's an outfit for every moment of your life," Kurt explained.
"Can you tell me why we're here?"
"You really are slow. We're raising money by singing to old people. We're throwing them a concert and asking for donations. We're not getting paid, so no one can get us disqualified, but fund raising is allowed. There are a lot of rich people in this nursing home," Kurt explained. He opened the trunk. "Help me with this stuff. I'm always the one who has to bring all of our outfits and props, because I have the biggest car. So unfair."
Blaine walked around the car and saw that Kurt's car was full with bags containing clothes, guitar cases, and even tambourines. Kurt picked up some bags and pushed them into Blaine's arms. He himself took fewer bags and started to walk towards the nursing home.
"I still don't understand why we are here at 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Isn't it too early for a concert?"
"Old people don't realize or care that others don't like to get up at dawn. They go to sleep at nine and wake up around five; to them it's already noon. Besides, it's the weekend so their children and grandchildren will be visiting later," Kurt explained. He opened the front door using his elbow. Kurt held the door open, leaning against it, and maneuvered inside, shutting it after himself and leaving Blaine outside to fend for himself.
"Jerk," Blaine called after him. He too opened the doors and got inside. The nursing home on the inside looked exactly like he had imagined it. The walls were a neutral cream yellow color and Blaine could already see at least three paintings of fruit bowls and flower arrangements. But the décor was still nicer than in most similar establishments. The house itself was old, but it clearly had been modernized, because it had an elevator. And Kurt had been right – Blaine could already hear people talking and walking around despite how early it was.
"This way," Kurt said, leading the way. They walked down the hall and to a room that looked like a common room. There were couches and tables with board games stacked on them, the walls were lined with high bookcases. There was someone already there before them.
"Puck! I told you to move those couches away to make room for our performance. I don't remember telling you to take a nap! Why aren't you doing anything? We don't have that much time, I won't be able to do justice to my opening number if I don't go through my vocal warm ups beforehand. Mariah's classic "Without You" is a difficult song and I have to prepare my voice!" A short brunet girl was yelling at a boy who was sleeping on one of the couches. Blaine thought that it was admirable how someone could sleep through the girl's screeching. Now she was going on about acoustics and something about the light from the window hitting only her left side.
"Relax, Berry. Half of the people here are probably deaf anyways, so they won't be able to hear you," said a Latina girl who was sitting by the bookcase, flipping through a magazine. "I'm actually voting for not letting you sing at all. The sight of you in that dress might make them go blind from how awful it is."
Another girl was lying down on the floor on her back and holding a cat in extended arms above her. "You're a SuperCat, aren't you? If I shaved you, would there be an emblem on your chest or do you wear a costume over your fur?" she asked the cat.
"Brittany, let go of the cat! Some old lady is probably looking for him," Kurt told her. He dropped his bags on one of the couches and Blaine did the same. "I still have other stuff in my car, so someone could go get that. Oh, and this is Blaine," he added as an afterthought. It looked like everyone was informed about Blaine joining New Directions, because no one bothered to ask why he was here.
An Asian pair went out to get rest of their things. Blaine asked Kurt quietly, "Is this your glee club?"
"Yes. Mike and Tina went out for the rest of our things. The annoying one is Rachel, Puck's the one on the couch, Santana's the bitch pretending to do something, and the girl with the cat is Brittney. Finn slept in, so he will be here after some time, and he's also picking up Quinn. Mercedes and Sam had to work, so they couldn't come, and Artie's dad couldn't give him a ride. Artie's in a wheel chair," he explained.
"And what exactly am I supposed to do?" Blaine asked.
"You did say that you're in Dalton's glee club. You'll sing with us."
"You want me to sing with you? Don't you have choreography? Or a set list that I need to know?" Blaine asked. How was he supposed to perform with New Directions if he didn't know their step combinations?
"Not really, no," Kurt told him, pulling out some outfits from the bags. "We still have time. We start our concert at eight thirty, which gives us a bit more than an hour – that's more than enough time to change into our costumes, move all the furniture, come up with a set list, figure out choreography, and for Rachel to get on everyone's nerves by forcing us to do vocal warm ups."
And true to his words, they actually were ready to perform on time. Blaine helped Puck, who eventually managed to get up, and Mike to move and arrange furniture the way Rachel wanted it. Kurt gave him a blue dress shirt, which smelled like someone had been buried in it, and a black tie to change into. He could wear his own jeans. Kurt said that someone named Matt had previously performed in it. Whoever this Matt guy was, he definitely was bigger than Blaine, because he looked almost like a kid wearing his dad's clothes. Still, he did the best he could, rolling the sleeves up and tucking the shirt in.
Blaine was told that everyone was singing solos or duets and they were doing a group song in between. Rachel wanted to sing first to 'start the show with her awe inspiring performance.' Luckily, Blaine knew the lyrics to most of their group songs – they were mostly older and well known songs.
There were some arguments about everyone's solos.
"But I really want to do it," Puck told Rachel.
"I am happy that you're so opinionated – it's a quality that is necessary for every lead singer, but I just don't think that Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me" is an appropriate song for a nursing home performance," Rachel said to him.
"Did you see those nurses? I already made plans to spend this night with at least one of them."
"Oh, yeah. The one with the red hair. Mhmm," Santana added. Everyone turned to look at her and she quickly backtracked. "I mean, I would like to ask her who styles her hair. It's very…red. I've been considering changing my hair color."
"I want to sing my original song," Brittney suddenly said.
"You wrote a song?" Santana asked to her. The blond girl was still sitting on the ground, squeezing the cat she had dubbed SuperCat.
"Yeah. It's called "Taking Care of My Pussy." It's a grunge song about Lord Tubington and his struggles through the years with addictions."
This was followed by silence.
Blaine was told that he has to perform the third solo after Mike and Tina's dancing/singing/Asian duet. No one even asked him what he was singing or if he needed any back vocals or instruments. New Directions clearly worked very differently from the Warblers.
At eight twenty, the nursing home residents started to come inside the room. Some visitors had arrived too, so it wasn't just elderly people. At eight twenty-five a tall boy and blond girl finally arrived – Blaine assumed that they must be Finn and Quinn. Rachel started their concert with a long speech and Mariah Carey's song. After that they did their first group song, which was Queen's "Somebody to Love". At first Blaine tried to imitate the sounds of the music, but then remembered that New Directions wasn't an a capella show choir. He did try to do some of his Warbler's 'step-step-turn-shuffle' moves, but New Direction's choreography consisted of mostly just walking around in weird patterns and raising their hands. With every moment Blaine felt more and more like an idiot.
Why did Kurt think that he could do this? Blaine felt stupid not knowing what to do. He followed the others and copied their choreography, but he was still a step behind everyone. Blaine doubted that anyone noticed, but he still didn't like it. On the stage, Blaine was used to having control. In the Warblers he was the soloist and everyone followed him; if Blaine shuffled to left side of the stage the Warblers did the same in the background. If he jumped on the furniture, they circled him and were ready to soften his fall by letting Blaine crash on them. Here, he was one of the guys in the background, following someone else and doing it badly.
Blaine noticed that Kurt was smirking at him. He was definitely enjoying Blaine's discomfort.
When it was time for Blaine's solo he finally had a chance to show Kurt what he could do. Blaine picked up the guitar and sang Bobby Darin's "Dream Lover," charming every grandmother in the room. During his performance he walked around the room, going close to their viewers. One old lady, who had to be at least eighty, grabbed his leg and almost didn't let go.
Hey, it was not his fault that no one could refuse his charms.
His performance was met with a round of applause from the old ladies. The one that had grabbed him almost looked like she was ready to throw her granny panties at him.
"So, how did I do?" Blaine asked Kurt while Santana was singing her solo, fishing for compliments.
"You were…adequate," Kurt said, not looking at him.
"Adequate? I'm guessing I was more than 'adequate' judging by the way you were practically drooling," Blaine teased.
"I was not! I was just worried that one of your groupies would shatter her pelvis trying to jump on you."
"So you do admit that it was groupie-worthy?" Blaine smiled. Kurt could no longer deny how amazing he was.
"More like cheesy. Come on – we have to go sing again."
Kurt was one of the last performers. He got in front of everyone and stood with one of his hands on his hip. When he was ready he motioned with his head to Finn, who started the CD player. Blaine immediately recognized the Beatles' "Let It Be."
Kurt sang it beautifully. Blaine, of course, had noticed how high Kurt's voice was when he was talking, but when Kurt was singing, it was perfect. It was a sad song and it had always depressed Blaine but, when Kurt sang it, the song had a completely new meaning. Blaine couldn't take his eyes off of Kurt. He was like a moth to a flame.
Then he realized something important – he wanted Kurt. He wanted Kurt badly. Before this, Blaine had thought that Kurt was hot, with an amazing body and gorgeous face. He thought he could get a blowjob during his birthday party, but Kurt tricked him. He went for a kiss that day in the garage, but Kurt pushed him away. Kurt was constantly challenging him; he was insulting Blaine and making him feel like an idiot.
Obviously, Blaine wasn't trying hard enough if he still hadn't had Kurt moaning and writhing beneath him. But the third time's the charm.
Blaine promised then and there that he would get Kurt Hummel.
The end of their hour long concert was met with another round of applause. They all went on stage and bowed to their public. During their concert New Directions had sent around a big jar, bedazzled by Kurt, to get their donations. One of the visitors, a man in his fifties, dressed in a suit even on Saturday, who was visiting his father, threw in at least a few hundreds.
After everyone cleared out of the room, they had to put the furniture back. Everyone changed back out of their costumes and gave them to Kurt so he could fold them in a way he deemed appropriate. Blaine didn't even know that there was a wrong way to fold anything!
Once again Blaine thought how lucky he was to be in the Warblers; they would never do something like this to earn money. The school always paid for everything and even if it didn't, students had enough money to pay for their own needs.
On their way out, the same old lady who had grabbed Blaine during his performance waited for them by the entrance. She slowly shuffled closer to them, walking with the help of a cane. She stopped in front of Blaine and told him, "You can come visit me anytime." Then she winked at him, or at least Blaine thought she did. She had so many wrinkles around her eyes that it was hard to tell.
"I'll…keep that in mind," Blaine said with a polite smile. He practically ran outside, but he looked back only to see that the old lady was checking out his ass. Traumatizing.
"Maybe I could try to pimp you out to her? I could make good money from you," Kurt said, standing next to Blaine.
"Jealous?" Blaine asked him, winking at Kurt.
"Yeah right! She's not your type."
"I actually meant to ask if you were jealous because she liked me and not you, but if that's the way you understood it…" Blaine said, feeling victorious when Kurt blushed.
"Hey, Kurt! Burt said that dinner's at seven and mom is cooking something special. It's family night tonight. Our six months moving in anniversary, or something like that," the tall boy, who Blaine guessed was Finn, called.
"Sure. I'll just give Blaine a ride and then I'll head straight home," Kurt said back to him.
"Cool," Finn said. He turned to Blaine and looked surprised, like he had just noticed him for the first time. "Wait! Who are you?"
Didn't Finn notice that he was there during their concert, Blaine wondered?
"I'm Blaine," he introduced himself, offering his hand for a handshake.
"Finn," the taller boy said, grabbing Blaine's hand in a firm grip. "Are you, like, with Kurt?"
Kurt said "No!" the same exact moment that Blaine said "Yes."
Kurt looked at Blaine and glared at him. "He's a friend. We got to the same yoga class and Blaine's in his school's glee club. He offered to help us, and since we were a few members short I thought it was a good idea," Kurt lied to Finn.
One of the blond girls, Quinn, impatiently called Finn's name. She was standing by the car, waiting.
"Oh, yeah. Okay. I'll see you back home, dude," Finn told Kurt. He also said goodbye to Blaine, saying, "It was nice meeting you, Blaire!"
"It's actually Blaine," he said, but Finn had already jogged to his car.
"Blaire? I like it."
"Shut up," Blaine cut Kurt off.
"Aww, don't be like that! It's just changing one letter. "N" or "R" – what's the big deal?" Kurt said, mocking Blaine.
"Oh? Well, in that case you won't mind if I do the same to your name, Kunt?" Blaine asked.
"Shut up," Kurt said, this time snapping at Blaine.
Kurt parked his car in front of Blaine's house. He said, "Well, I would like to say that it was fun, but I can't, so…"
"Liar," Blaine stated.
"Okay, maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Kurt agreed.
"As first dates go, this was probably a pretty good one," Blaine said, smirking at the teen next to him.
Kurt spluttered, "First date?"
Blaine used Kurt's shocked state to his advantage. He quickly grabbed Kurt's shoulder and pressed his lips against the other boy's in a small peck. He wanted to do so much more than that, but this was neither the time nor the place, especially because Blaine's mom was probably watching them from the kitchen window.
"I say this to a lot of guys, but this time I actually mean it – I'll call you," Blaine said. He threw Kurt a wink and got out of the car. He didn't want to press his luck just yet.
But soon. Very soon.
Edited by MonkeyMojo.
I felt guilty for not updating for so long, because you guys sent me so many reviews filled with positive words. I squeal every time I read a positive review. (And don't really care about a negative one. If you don't like this story, don't read it. I definitely won't lose sleep over that.) And I'm sorry if I have traumatized you with slug mating. J
In next three weeks I have six exams and I still have to finish a term paper. :( But, despite all that, I come bearing gifts - 5000 words chapter! It's my longest chapter so far.
Lev-squenk asked me, if I could include Kurt's deep voice a la 'Give Up The Funk' performance, and I wrote that part about Kurt calling Blaine. Probably not what you meant, but where's the fun in writing something you have expected? :D
The 'Heathers' part was inspired by a review elven trinity made.
Someone asked me what does AU mean. AU – Alternative Universe. It's when the story takes place in a different world/setting than where it usually takes place.
REVIEWS = Love. And as Beatles sung - ''All you need is love''.
Last week, during one of my classes, I actually wrote a oneshot. It is M rated for a reason. (And now that I think about this, who writes smutty stories during their Physics class? That's just weird) It's called ' No sleep for the restless, No rest for the weary' You can find it on my profile.
