MIND YOU, NOT A FREE SPOILER BLOG
If you haven't noticed, I'm a huge fan of: Glee, Darren, Chris (and their ship), Klaine, music, Disney, Starkid and Harry Potter (I also ADORE Friends, HIMYM and MUSICALS)
redvine(s) reading, cause what the hell can't they do?
Also, thanks to J.K.Rowling for changing my life since childhood and making me who I am today. And the same goes to Darren Criss, who taught me that life exists to be actually lived, to be yourself, proud of who you are and that we're all beautiful, no matter what and we should do whatever we can to help people.
He steps softly, taking the stairs and he notices Kurt’s door is closed. He knocks twice.
There’s no answer.
He turns the knob anyway, poking his head inside the room. He finds Kurt sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from the door, undoing his boots.
“Kurt? Can I come in?”
“Keep the door open or my dad will murder you.”
Blaine nods, even though he knows Kurt can’t see him. He enters the room, leaving the door partially open behind him.
“Can I sit down?” he asks.
“You don’t have to ask permission to do everything,” Kurt snaps. But as soon as Blaine edges around the foot of the bed to take a seat, Kurt sets his boots aside and stands up. “Was there something you needed?”
Kurt, hun, he’s just asking, bb.
(Source: scarvesandcoffee.net)
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