Two things:
1. HAPPY 100TH DRABBLE TO ME!
2. I hope you are all okay after the horrific event in Boston today. If anyone needs to talk, my private message box is open. 3
Kurt threw his satchel bag onto the floor next to his bed. He flung himself onto the bed, rubbing his eyes exhaustedly. He had been up since 6:00, had eaten barely anything, and had sat through three classes and two long subway rides. His phone dinged, signaling that he had a new email. He moaned loudly, thinking it was from the professor who was supposed to get back to him about his personal monologue - another thing he had to do today. Instead, he saw it was from Brittany. He loved getting mail from her. It was always really funny, it being from Brittany. He opened the message and read it to himself. "Consuela Melendez haunts an arcade in a southern part of Guam. If you do not forward this to ten friends within the next hour, Consuela will come to your room and kill you." Kurt's heart rate sped up and he began to panic. The whole thing sounded completely bogus, but Kurt was very superstitious, so he forwarded it to ten people anyways. He sighed once he knew his life had been spared. He pulled himself off of his bed and went to the kitchen to make himself a snack, when his phone rang. He jumped at the sudden noise. He looked at the caller ID and saw it was Blaine. "Hello?" Kurt said.
"Kurt, what's with the email you sent me?" Blaine asked. He sounded very amused.
"I don't want to get killed by some haunted arcade girl!" Kurt yelled into the phone.
"Kurt, would I allow some ghost girl to come and kill you?" Blaine asked.
"You have no control over the paranormal," Kurt said matter-of-factly. Blaine sighed.
"Kurt, those emails are just a big joke. You're going to be fine," Blaine said.
"Yes, because I forwarded it to ten friends," Kurt replied. Blaine sighed again.
"Okay, you win this time. I have to get back to my homework. Skype later?" Blaine asked.
"Of course!" Kurt replied. They said their goodbyes and hung up. Kurt felt a bit better that Blaine would try to protect him. After all, a ghost girl coming all the way from southern Guam to kill him did sound outlandish. Could ghosts even travel that far?