Broken Cappillaries On Chest

Vale, the second half and that. They have a lot to do, or so I think xD Go thou to know how strange I am and that xD

Title: Breakfast at Tiffany
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck / Kurt
Disclaimer: All of Ryan Murphy, you know, all mine.
Dedicated: to luandachan and Malale that are amoooor * _ *
Notes: It's well as the second part of the former; thelift.


Like all other times it is Noah who opens the door with her key. The first time you try to let him, but after ten minutes of fruitless act took his keys and unlocked the door himself.

streetlights light gives your small apartment a welcoming rather dim and strange. Well, everything looks really weird with the amount of alcohol running through his veins. Keep walking awkwardly to the kitchen to fetch water while Puck hangs his coat and strapbsp;

should feel offended because he considered a dam, or flattered by being the architect of that look of desire, but can not feel anything. Alcohol stun him like so many times and knows that, despite the language of Puck feels touching her lips before going into his mouth and his hands slipping under her shirt, not really feeling it. know will happen from there. Like so many other times, the same as what they have been playing for a few years and Kurt is tired of it. So he gets drunk. Noalue enough to ask nothing more. You can only wait for a little sex without commitment and remorse morning only to fall again soon after the same thing.

really sick and frightening. It's becoming something that does not know what it is, but clearly it does not remain. So that night away from her lips to Noah so suddenly that the boy stares at him strangely.

This pretty sure that's the spirit that speaks for him, but he can not help, you have to. It is in this precis time when you should do because otherwise none of this would have been for nothing.

- "Noah, do you want to stay the night here and have breakfast with me tomorrow?"

If it were not red and the alcohol would have reddened by the question. Because it sounded like a school girl asking her boyfriend to stay with her that night after watching a zombie movie, because it feels pathetic and poNo mistakes. When they decide at noon out of bed breakfast elapses between laughs, bites, black coffee, sugar and a new round of kisses on the kitchen counter. Although Kurt can not complain, can not wish better breakfast than that.