Hey peeps! I had a really hard time writing this. Writer's block is seriously pissing me off. Again, I apologize for sucking.
You might have noticed we've changed our pen name. Apparently, Blue's prediction is right. At the end of the school year we'd have the rainbow. So it's CrayolaBox16 from now on (Don't worry, I'll still be the ever annoying Pink :D )
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and I'm still waiting for Chris Colfer to arrive at my door
Step in gift wrapping.:)
P.S. Guys! Watch this awesome PuckKurt video! Search 'Happy Ending Puck Kurt' The first video, its trailer style.
We slowly walk into the room, our mouths still agape.
"So how are we…?"
"I have no idea"
We placed our stuff down on the floor and turned to face each other.
"Soo…" I said getting awkward
"Yeah…" He said a blush erupting on his adorable cheeks.
We heard a knock on the door "Guys?" said Artie from the outside. "Mister Schuester is calling us"
"We better…" He said his face getting redder and redder with each passing moment. He looks so cute when he's flushed.
Living Room
"Okay, Guys" Mister Schuester said "Since it's already late, it's not very safe for you to go out. Em-I mean Miss Pillsbury and I are just going out for some food and supplies. Try not to burn down the house, okay?"
Everyone was still tired from the trip so we all decided to turn it.
"I'll just sleep in the couch" I told him, trying to skip the awkwardness
11:30 pm
I hate the night when I have insomnia. I've tried everything; counting sheep, drinking so much warm milk I think I'm about to puke, hell, I even stole Berry's IPod and played some classical music.
I got up from the couch, maybe the beach will help me relax. I have too much in my mind lately. Actually just one thing. One person to be exact.
Kurt.
I've been trying to trick myself to get over him. I mean, I stupidly ruined any chance I could have with him so I might as well give up. But there always that tiny part of my brain that tells me to fight the odds.
I have no idea who to listen to.
As soon as I step out, the cold sea breeze hits me like a truck. I ran back in a got a blanket.
I step back out and saw someone in the beach. He sat on the sand, hugging his knees. I could hear light sobs and singing as a step closer to him. "I've got your picture in my wallet, and your phone number to call it, and I miss you more, whenever I think about you"
Wait, I know that sweet voice.
"Kurt?"
I could see him stiffen in my call.
"Shit, Kurt. You shouldn't be out when it's probably negative 10 degrees!" I said.
"You're out" he said, his voice heavy with tears
"Well, I have a blanket. Here" I said. Sitting down next to him and wrapping the blanket around us.
My arm bushes against his, his skin was like cold steel.
"Man, Kurt, How long have you been out here?" I asked him, taking his hands and warming it with my own. "You're practically frozen!"
This it not a good way to start getting over Kurt.
"Thanks" He whispers.
This is ganna be one hell of a night.
R&R!