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notalwaysaslut, for the launch of Kurt's new verse, a Glee and Skins crossover, [verse] london to lima
LINK: Kurt walked slowly into the school sick bay, feeling like he had to overcompensate on each step so he didn't fall ass over tit and make a complete idiot out of himself in public. He had his hand with a handful of blood-spattered tissues clamped over one eye and he really wasn't enjoying how with each step, the floor felt like it was tipping underneath him. Yes, getting smacked in the face with a locker door was plenty of public idiot-making for one day. It hadn't been his fault at all that he had been trying to fix his hair when he turned to ask Merdeces how he looked, only to find himself with a faceful of locker door. Mercedes had been just there and now some Cheerio chick was there opening her locker and accidentally smashing Kurt in the face with it.
He wasn't sure if the fact he had bled on his Gucci t-shirt was worse or the the prospect that he could well end up with an unsightly black eye. He very carefully eased himself down in one of the seats in the waiting area, and after a moment of moments, really had the feeling that he was being watched. He was one eye down and the guy had been in his blind spot when he sat... damnit. He was cute. Kurt really should have noticed him straight up. "It's just a scratch," he offered with a smile, realising that the guy was nursing his arm to his chest.
notalwaysaslut, for the launch of Kurt's new verse, a Glee and Skins crossover, [verse] london to limaLINK: Kurt walked slowly into the school sick bay, feeling like he had to overcompensate on each step so he didn't fall ass over tit and make a complete idiot out of himself in public. He had his hand with a handful of blood-spattered tissues clamped over one eye and he really wasn't enjoying how with each step, the floor felt like it was tipping underneath him. Yes, getting smacked in the face with a locker door was plenty of public idiot-making for one day. It hadn't been his fault at all that he had been trying to fix his hair when he turned to ask Merdeces how he looked, only to find himself with a faceful of locker door. Mercedes had been just there and now some Cheerio chick was there opening her locker and accidentally smashing Kurt in the face with it.
He wasn't sure if the fact he had bled on his Gucci t-shirt was worse or the the prospect that he could well end up with an unsightly black eye. He very carefully eased himself down in one of the seats in the waiting area, and after a moment of moments, really had the feeling that he was being watched. He was one eye down and the guy had been in his blind spot when he sat... damnit. He was cute. Kurt really should have noticed him straight up. "It's just a scratch," he offered with a smile, realising that the guy was nursing his arm to his chest.
