I spent my afternoon walking around a graveyard for an hour and a half. Our youth group is playing spotlight up there next week so I thought I'd better scope it out (though I don't know how I'll go in the dark, I'm not good with dark places at the best of times!). And it was honestly one of the most wonderful, strange, peaceful and ever-so-slightly eerie experiences I've ever had. I read every single stone that was in there and found out that the oldest stone was 1857 and the most recent was 2010. The 'oldest person' was 100 (and the only person who reached 100 in the entire cemetery - and they died in 1907!) while the youngest was four weeks and I nearly cried when I saw that. It wasn't creepy like I thought it would be, it was more a place of peace than anything. It was on one of the hills that looked over our tiny little town and I sat on one of the benches looking over the graveyard and the town and it was just... I can't even describe it. Try it sometime :)

The poll's going strong :) I'll give it a couple more days because I've got another I want to put up and I know you can have more than one but I don't want to. Just... because. Yeah.

From The Codebreaker: Kurt wonders what Blaine's favourite coffee tastes like - and finds out in a less than conventional way

People argue about how far away Dalton is from McKinley. Some say two hours, others say a lot less. For the purpose of this story, Dalton is half an hour away and McKinley is fifteen minutes from the Lima Bean, making Dalton fifteen minutes from the Lima Bean... mainly because I've already written over 48 hours of them in various cars and I'm a little sick of it.

Taste

"Medium drip and tall nonfat mocha?"

"What were the dates of the Battle of Gettysburg? - oh, thanks," Blaine leant over the counter to grab the two coffees before turning back to Kurt who was biting his lip.

"Uh, July first to third, eighteen ... sixty three?"

"Correct." Kurt smiled as they made their way out the door towards his car. "Kurt, I don't know what you're worried about, you know this stuff off by heart."

"This coming from the guy who's quoting the review sheet questions at me?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine who at least had the decency to blush slightly.

"Anyway, don't stress it. In a couple of hours it'll all be over and we can relax for a few weeks!"

Kurt chuckled as he pulled out of the Lima Bean parking lot. It might have been a bit out of their way, but Kurt and Blaine had visited every coffee shop in the Westerville area and quickly come to the conclusion that nothing quite beat the Lima Bean. Not that Kurt was complaining if it meant a fifteen minute drive with just himself and Blaine...

"Oh, I forgot to ask, what did you end up getting on French?"

Kurt turned to Blaine incredulously. "Blaine, I'm fluent. What do you think?"

Blaine chuckled. "Okay, you don't have to deflate my ego quite so badly."

"You got a 92. I don't think you can consider yourself that wounded."

"Yeah, okay." The two slipped into a comfortable silence as they flicked through the radio stations before quickly deciding that nothing good was on. Well, Blaine had thought that Avril Lavigne was an acceptable music choice; Kurt had informed him that no such filth would be played in his car and they had somehow had a ten minute argument about music. Something that happened frequently in their friendship.

At any rate, they were back to comfortable silence. As Kurt began to mentally go over his revision for the exam that afternoon, Blaine took a sip of his coffee and sighed happily. "Nothing beats coffee."

Kurt hummed in agreement, drinking his own as they stopped at a red light. "Nothing beats Lima Bean coffee. Especially not a Lima Bean mocha."

"Oh, I don't know about that. I think a Lima Bean medium drip is much better."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Do you now? Do you have any kind of proof for that accusation?"

The next thing he knew, his drink had been snatched out of his hand. "Hey!"

Blaine took a sip from his cup, swirling it around his mouth experimentally before swallowing and handing it back to Kurt. "Hm, not bad. But -" he raised his own cup to his mouth again. "Yeah, this is definitely better."

"Oh, is that so?" Kurt pulled into the Dalton parking lot, finding a spot and parking the car. He turned to face Blaine who was still drinking his coffee.

"Going to let me try yours?"

Blaine swallowed his mouthful and looked at his cup. "Um, I would but it's all gone."

"Oh." Kurt looked at the cup, then at Blaine who was licking his lips.

Wait, what?

But there was Blaine staring right at Kurt and licking his lips as if to get imaginary drops of coffee off them. "Mm, that's a pity. It tastes reaaaally good."

Kurt couldn't help the smirk from crossing his face. "Is that right?"

Blaine nodded, still looking at him as if daring him to -

Kurt leant over and crushed their lips together, eliciting a muffled gasp from Blaine who it seemed hadn't actually believed Kurt would do it. But now that he was, Kurt was going to make the most of it and do a thorough... comparison.

Kurt darted his tongue out to gently lick at Blaine's lips which parted for him immediately. As soon as he did, Kurt's tastebuds were assaulted by a mixture of flavours - a strong but not overwhelming taste of straight coffee mixed with his own mocha, a lingering trace of something sweet and something undeniably Blaine.

Pulling back, Kurt smiled at the dazed boy, licking his own lips. "You know, I'm not sure. Can I have another taste?"

I think this wins for one of my shortest. I was writing four different stories at the same time when this one happened and I couldn't be bothered going out on any of my usual tangents. I don't think it needs to be long though, do you?

The correct answer is "no, Sarah, it's perfect the way it is." ;)