Take a bite of my bad girl meat
"There are no small parts, only small actors," Kurt repeated to himself for the thousandth time that day. He had been cast in a very small, very off-Broadway play that was written by one of his NYADA professors as a member of the ensemble. As part of the ensemble, he had to play a zombie, which he had absolutely no experience with.
"Kurt, are you ready to practice?" Blaine asked him.
"Yeah, I am," he replied.
Blaine took his script and read from where Kurt had bookmarked it to himself. "Um, well, all it says here is that you have to make zombie noises. And since we watched half of the first season of The Walking Dead yesterday to learn about those, I say you just go for it," Blaine said.
Kurt stared at him blankly. "You just want me to do that so you can laugh at me," he said.
"Basically," Blaine said.
Kurt sighed. "Fine," he said. He averted his eyes away from Blaine's to keep from cracking himself up and started making growling noises.
Blaine, although suppressing hysterical laughter, was underwhelmed. "Give me more!" Blaine ordered.
Kurt got down on his hands and knees and started crawling on the floor, still trying to make zombie noises. It wasn't long until he cracked himself up and was rolling on the floor in laughter.
"Um, alright, except for the laughing that was a good start," Blaine said.
Kurt sighed. "I think we need more Walking Dead. Like the rest of the first season," Kurt said. "
Thank you. I've been waiting for you to say that," Blaine said. They popped the next disk in the DVD player, and were lost for the next twelve hours.