Woot! Chapter 9. Sorry it took a while, I was supposed to update over the weekend, then I had to move it to Monday, and then it got pushed to today. I was going to push it to tomorrow, but I decided to write it even though I have to catch up on my math hw.
DID YOU WATCH GLEE YET? I did, it was good.
I got some new music today, lots of The Cab, Riker Lynch's(Tweedles) band R5, a very nice song called 'Amazingly Fat Cows' by Teddy Geiger, and Steve Moakler(small reference of him in here).
Also, a few references to Pretty Little Liars, just to let you know.
I hope you like this chapter, it has some Logan(no Jogan yet), the aftermath of the Drew incident, and some Klaine fluff because I like Klaine and fluff. It's poorly written, but I hope you'll like it anyways.
"But we just saw your plane!" The twins shrieked from the floor.
Logan chuckled a bit and shrugged, "And I love to ski. It's always the first thing I do whenever I go to a resort."
"What are you doing here exactly?" Kurt asked.
"Oh. Yeah," Logan looked at Kurt, "The Brightman's told my dad about this place. I convinced my dad to come here for winter break. I didn't know you'd be here. You'd all be here."
"We didn't know you'd be here either," Evan said.
Ethan nodded, "Which is a really bad idea considering-"
"Tweedles!" The boys said at the same time.
A doctor came out of the room, "Are you with the young man in there? My name's Dr. Moakler."
Everybody nodded their heads and Dr. Moakler continued, "He's fine. His right leg is broken, his shoulder is dislocated, and he has a small head injury, but other than that, he should be okay soon."
"Thank you," Blaine said.
"No problem," he smiled, "But I need a parent or guardian to sign a few things."
"Oh, uhm," Blaine looked at Kurt.
Kurt pulled out his cellphone, "I'm going to call dad, he should be back at the house by now."
"Alright, just send your dad to the front desk when he gets here. You can go in the room to take a look at your friend." Dr. Moakler took one last look at the group walking down the hall.
Burt heard his phone ring. He saw Kurt's name across the screen and picked it up, "Hey kiddo. Just got back from skiing, what's up?"
"Hey dad, uhm, we kind of need you to sign some papers." Kurt said.
Burt looked confused, Carole saw him from the dining room table and stood up, "What for?"
"We went skiing and ended up at the clinic." Kurt said nervously.
"What?" Burt screamed, the other parents heard him and gathered around him, "What happened?"
"Drew got in an accident…but he's okay! He just broke his leg, dislocates a shoulder, and currently has a small head injury."
"Kurt, that's not okay. We're going there right now. Who's with you?"
"Everybody except Han. And Logan's here too. He helped us get Drew to the clinic."
Burt looked even more confused now, "Logan? What's he doing here?"
"I don't know dad, but you should come here now. See you soon." He hung up.
Burt put his phone back in his pocket; Carole looked up at him, "Burt, what happened?"
"Drew got in an accident. We're going to the clinic."
Kurt and Blaine saw Burt and the other parents enter the clinic and walked over to them, "Hey dad, the doctor told us to just bring you over to the front desk and sign some things."
"Okay, how's Drew?" Burt asked.
Kurt smiled, "He's fine. Just sleeping it off."
"Do his parents know yet?" Mrs. Anderson asked. Burt walked to the front desk to talk to try and get the doctor.
"Satoru is calling them right now," Blaine replied.
Carole sighed in relief, "You guys were all ready huh?"
"Of course," Kurt said.
"That's good to know. We're going to check on Drew, do you and Blaine want to go down to the cafeteria and get food for everybody?"
Kurt nodded, and he and Blaine walked outside and towards the cafeteria.
"It's a very prestigious cafeteria you know," Blaine said when they walked out, "It has all these awards and the best chefs ever, it's amazing."
Kurt laughed, "So I've heard," he lowered his voice, "Do you think Drew's going to be okay?"
Blaine took Kurt's hand, "I'm positive he's going to be okay. Stop worrying."
"Yeah, he'll be okay."
Blaine turned to his boyfriend and put a hand on his cheek, stopping them in their tracks, "You are the biggest worry-wart ever, but I still love you."
"Still?"
"Okay, I love you no matter what, but you know what I mean." Blaine smiled at him, "You have very fair skin, it looks nice in this weather."
Kurt looked at him with eyebrows raised, "Did you just give me a Pretty Little Liars reference?"
"Damn," Blaine frowned, "I was hoping you wouldn't catch that."
"How could I not?" Kurt shrugged, "Wren was very drunk and sexy when he said it. And he's British, so that doesn't hurt either."
"British?" Blaine smirked.
"British men are very hot."
"Is that so?" Blaine donned an English accent, "Because I am very British. And I am much more sexier than that bloody bloke Wren."
"Yeah, I guess you are," Kurt leaned in to close the space between him and Blaine and captured his lips in a soft kiss. Blaine groaned in response, but before he could go any further, Kurt lifted his head up, "You're also a much better kisser than him."
"Am I? Can we test that theory?" Blaine looked at him with that hungry look in his eyes that Kurt has seen plenty of times before.
"I'm tempted to say yes, but my stomach is craving for food. Cafeteria." Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and started dragging him to the cafeteria, "But we'll test whatever theory you have later, after we watch that episode of PLL again, just to make sure. But don't we have some guy named Drew currently in the clinic after some unfortunate ski-related accident?"
"Yes we do, but he's got plenty of people to take care of him and he'll wake soon." Blaine smirked and looked at his cellphone, Wes and the others sent him texts as Kurt speed-walked them both to the cafeteria.
MHare: Drew's awake. But we still want food. Get me a sandwich, I don't care what kind.
Tweedles:Pastrami sandwiches please.
Dormouse: Salad. No croutons, I might choke on them.
WKnight: Pizza.
MHatter: Sandwich.
LBat: Whatever Reed's getting, but if it's salad, I want soup.
Dormouse: Hey! There's nothing wrong with salad.
LBat: You can have some of my soup...?
Tweedles: We want soup too.
LBat: Get your own soup.
Tweedles: Blaine, get us soup.
Dormouse: Parents want sandwiches, and get Drew some soup, also, Melissa wants a pastrami sandwich.
Tweedles: We like the talking flower.
Dormouse: Sandwiches, soup, salad, and pizza. That's all.
Alice: The Devil Wears Prada?
Dormouse: Of course.
MHare: Aren't you walking?
WRabbit: More like dragging. Me. I'm being dragged.
LBat: And yet you still are able to text.
Tweedles: STOP TEXTING. FOOD.
Blaine and Kurt reached the cafeteria and started laughing. Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and winked at him, "Cafeteria?"
"Cafeteria."
Apparently, the last part didn't show when I updated yesterday, but now it is, so here is the updated chapter. There'll be more Logan/Julian next chapter hopefully.
Speaking of which, next chapter: Drew got in an accident. WILL HE BE OKAY? Logan and Julian are in one place after Julian gave up Dalton for good. WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THEM? WILL THEY BOARD THE GONDOLA? Kurt and Blaine reached the cafeteria. WILL THEY GET THE FOOD ORDERS CORRECT?
I hope you liked it, and you should review, because reviews are awesome and you're awesome. :)
