SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATION. IS THAT A WORD? IT SHOULD BE A WORD.

This is a different format to what I usually use, by the way, and I'm experimenting. You like?

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The First Time

'Why does Brittany keep talking about lizard babies?' Rory asked.

'Baby-gate,' Kurt said. 'You know, Quinn being pregnant and-'

'Quinn was pregnant?'

'Who do you think Beth is?'

Rory frowned at Kurt. They were currently both in Kurt's Navigator- which had a little chip in it's window, Rory noticed- and Blaine was sleeping in the back. Rory was confused when he saw Blaine trudge reluctantly to Kurt's car with boxing gloves on, but Kurt just raised an eyebrow and said smoothly, 'We can't really talk about it.' Rory just nodded.

'I thought Beth was a cat or something.'

Kurt laughed. 'No-one is that obsessed with a cat.'

'Oh I don't know.' Rory said seriously. 'My dad had a cow he called Potato. He seemed pretty obsessed with Potato.'

'What was Potato's full name?' Blaine asked tiredly.

'Potato Noodle Flanagan.' Rory said. 'My mum had a bad experience with Potato though, so we ended up just calling her Noodle.'

'Noodle?' Kurt repeated, raising his left eyebrow.

'You're doing it again.' Blaine said. 'You're judging him using both sides of your face.'

'It's not a nice feeling.' Rory added.

Kurt smiled slowly and Blaine chuckled. 'He once managed to get a freshman to stop looking at Rachel's nose with just a glare and shake of his head.'

Rory paled and recoiled from Kurt, who was driving slowly.

'Blaine,' Kurt suddenly said. 'When I get home, I am baking cupcakes, so you'd better wake up as soon as possible because if you don't, Rory's going to get to lick the bowl.'

Blaine yawned and stirred in his sleep. 'I'm awake,' he muttered. 'I'm eating cupcake batter.'

'Good. Rory,' Kurt whispered. 'You get to eat the actual cupcakes.'

Yes/No

'ARTIE'S COMING OVER, KURT! YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!'

'I'LL CALL BLAINE!'

'...'

'FINN? WHAT'S WRONG?'

'WE'VE ONLY GOT DISNEY MOVIES!'

'BUT I NEED TO KICK PUCK'S BUTT AT MARIOKART!'

'WELL, YOU'LL HAVE TO DO IT TOMORROW! WE'VE ONLY GOT THE LION KING AND YOU KNOW WE'LL END UP CRYING!'

'I'LL GET THE TISSUES, THEN!'

'DUDE! WE'RE NOT WATCHING THE LION KING!'

'I THOUGHT YOU ONLY HAD THE LION KING!'

'WE'VE GOT SNOW WHITE!'

'FINN, SNOW WHITE IS AROUND FOURTEEN YEARS OLD! I'M NOT WATCHING DISNEY'S VERSION OF LOLITA! I'M CALLING BLAINE!'

'ASK BLAINE IF HE WANTS TO WATCH SNOW WHITE!'

'HE'S BLAINE! HE'LL WATCH ANYTHING THAT ISN'T CHUCKY!'

'Chucky's awesome, yo.'

'Artie? When did you get here?'

'Nice to see you too, Kurt. Finn let me in.'

'Who else is there?'

'Me.'

'Puckerman.'

'Porcelain.'

'I'm here too.'

'Finn, how many people are actually here?'

'Sam, Artie, Puck, Mike-'

'Hey, Kurt.'

'-and Rory.'

'Top of the afternoon to you, Da-I mean, Kurt.'

'Fine. We're watching the Lion King and I need to call Blaine. I swear, if I walk in to see you guys a blubbering mess like last time-'

'Dude, Flynn dying in Tangled was so sad.'

'Holler.'

'...'

'Kurt?'

'When I come back with Blaine and start baking things for you, I want to make sure you are either in touch with your feminine side or growing a pair before I get you hyper in cake pops.'

Extraordinarily Merry Christmas

'Isn't Rachel Jewish?' Blaine asked Kurt, who nodded.

'She likes the gift-giving part of Christmas, I'm guessing. Sad thing is, one of her gifts include earrings with diamonds the shape of stars. They cost like, $900 and we're saving up for college.'

'Wow.'

'I'm actually surprised her dad's haven't noticed that every Christmas, she gets a lot of presents from her boyfriend.'

'What about Puck?'

'Puck stays quiet around this time of year.'

'What about you?'

'I think Christmas is great for family, putting on weight and having fun. The religious side can go back in the Bible and cry for another 23 months. You?'

'It's nice to believe in something. I don't think there's a God, but I think there's something.'

The corners of Kurt's mouth quirked slightly. 'I'm just glad I managed to stay awake during Rory's impromptu rendition of 'The Story of Christmas in an Irish accent' to be perfectly honest.

'The Irish accent is oddly calming.'

'So, did the accent make me fall asleep, or was it the story?'

'Dudes,' Finn panted, wheezing slightly as he ran up to the talking duo. 'Would you be happy if you got a pig for Christmas?'

'I have a pig every Christmas, Finn, I don't need another one.'

'Since when do you have a pig every Christmas?'

'Since you became my step-brother and I saw the amount of turkey you eat.'

Yes/No

'KURT!' Rachel shrieked, storming determinedly towards the boy, who's nose was currently stuck in a book. 'I require your assistance immediately.'

'What's Finn done today and what do I need to say to him?' Kurt asked lazily.

'Tell him...' Rachel faltered. 'Kurt, listen to me.'

'I am listening- I choose not to look at you though- Wes wanted to me read over his French essay.'

'Well, put down Wes' French essay for one second and listen to me.' Rachel whined, pawing desperately at the sheets of paper. Kurt slowly raised his head to look at Rachel, placed the papers on the desk in front of him and crossed his legs.

'You have my attention.'

'Finn proposed to me and I-'

'Let me mentally process what you just said.' Kurt closed his eyes and nodded. 'Carry on.'

'I don't know whether to say yes or no.'

Kurt froze. 'That's what you're freaking out about?'

'Yes...'

'Rach, if I were you, I would be freaking out about the fact that you can only just get legally married.'

'Oh.' Rachel huffed, sitting down dramatically. 'That's besides the point.'

'I can't help you with whether you want to get married or not. That's not my choice. I'm not getting married to Finn. That would be incestuous.'

'It's a disturbing thought.'

'Rach.' Kurt said, picking up the papers again. 'You need to think about this. Not me, not Santana, not Mr Schue. You. This is your life.'

'But I need to know-'

'Rachel, Wes will bang me over the head with the gavel he stole from Dalton if I don't correct this.'

'Oh. Okay,' Rachel said pitifully. 'But...you'll approve either way.'

'I honestly don't mind either way. Besides, if I didn't approve of the acceptance, or a wedding, I wouldn't be Kurt Hummel.'

So, what do you think of the new format? Would you rather have three more chapters like this that'll probably come quicker, or would you rather I use the format that I've been using for the previous 30 something chapters with description and a plot and get it a bit later?

Because I honestly don't mind.

:) See ya next time?