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Prompt- I don't have one. If you guys have any ideas they would be appreciated. Even a word like "A football" or "A dolphin". See the AVPM reference? ;)
A/N- I'm so sorry guys! I feel like a bad author for not giving you this chapter yesterday but I had people over my house and my little sister wouldn't leave me in peace *sigh*. I AM CHANGING THE RATING TO T SO THAT I DON'T HAVE TO BE RESTRICTED ON SOME MATTERS! But guys, it's not going to be so bad, so don't sweat it. I hope that this format works again, here are some awkward texts for you!
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To Kurt Hummel
From Blaine Anderson
-Hey babe, you busy? Because my house is empty. ;)
To Blaine Anderson
From Kurt Hummel
-This is Burt. Kurt's left his phone on the table… STAY IN YOUR OWN HOUSE AND DON'T GO NEAR MY SON IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!
To Kurt Hummel
From Blaine Anderson
-I'M SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T GET YOUR SHOTGUN, SIR!
To Blaine Anderson
From Kurt Hummel
- *shotgun clicks* I'm biding my time asdfghjkl DAD GET OFF MY PHONE AND STOP THREATENING MY BOYFRIEND!
To Kurt Hummel
From Blaine Anderson
-My heart was literally in my mouth.
A/N- Well, dear Unicorns, that was the most crackiest chapter of this. For more crack check out my other stories! I know this chapter was terrible and I rest my head in shame but guys, I've still got plans for this so please don't all de-favourite and de-alert.
But you know I'll use all flames to set fire to Rachel's old sweaters. :)