#because we're hot #that's why #and charmin as fuck

This is why people are dating us. I mean, I can't argue with that logic..it's just so...spot-on. Wise, true words, Stark.

Wise, true words.

wtpucksatonic replied to your photo: So I was challenged to go a day without drinking...

this is a euphemism

I have no idea what you are talking about Puckerman.

longlivepavarotti replied to your photo: So I was challenged to go a day without drinking...

A day without coffee? Really? Why?? Although that does look like it’d be delicious.

Because people think I'm too addicted and they didn't think I could do it, so I went to my second favorite drink. It really is delicious.

Text @ Kurt

Rachel: Just texting you to tell you I love you. :)

Rachel: I love you.

longlivepavarotti replied to your post: Oh really?

I see how it is. He goes for the first delicious looking food he sees. My waffles aren’t good enough. (Although that did look absolutely delicious.)

You made waffles? I would absolutely adore some waffles. (Especially if they are of the non-vegan variety.)

 wtpucksatonic replied to your post: Oh really?

i have no idea what that is but i would do dirty, dirty things to it, fabray

That, Mr. Puckerman, is a Berry-Fabray vegan BBQ pizza. It simply explodes in your mouth.

no cyrano || puckurt

Tagging: Kurt Hummel & Noah Puckerman

Time: Early Thursday, 4/26, early morning

Location: Kurt and dweeb's apartment

Notes: He's got no problem telling Kurt to take his pants off, but meeting the folks? #YOLO

It isn't until after Puck's gotten out of the shower that he even stops to wonder if Kurt's water bill is included in the rent, and he can only hope it is considering he's not really sure how long he'd had his boyfriend pinned to the tiles. Not long enough if he's going to be honest with himself, since Puck's pretty damn sure he'd be just fine living out the rest of his life in like, a sexathon with Kurt. Which would be fucking awesome if he could, if real world shit didn't get in the way. Like school and work and gigs and...well, eating could stay, but the rest could go. And maybe it was sort of weird thinking (thinking at all, actually, because he'd come plural times and his brain sort of felt like melted cheese) that if he got locked in his room, or Kurt's room, with Kurt for the rest of eternity, well-- he'd be cool with that. More than cool. It'd be fucking perfect.

That's what's on Puck's mind when he finally steps out of the shower stall, fingers and toes pruny and sort of weird looking. Kurt slipped out maybe ten or so minutes before after instructing him to take a real shower, which was sort of lame after the shower they'd had, but whatever, he could deal. He towels off quickly and considers walking out completely naked since he doesn't think Hunter's around to look, but, well-- he's got a perfectly good pair of sweats stashed away in Kurt's room and at least it'd act as something as a buffer to temptation.

Puck's never noticed how much he actually leaves at Kurt's place. It takes seeing his sweatpants and shirts and sweaters and hell, underwear squirreled away with Kurt's stuff in his closet to realize that he half lives with his boy already, all that's really missing is Baby, and he brought her anyway. And he knows he has a collection of Kurt memorabilia in his room too, not as neatly organized as Kurt's stuff is, mostly stashed in his drawers, or caught at the end of his bed, but it's the thought that makes him feel, well...well, important, for starters.

But it's still not enough. 

Puck would give him his entire freaking life if he could, whatever that'd be worth. As much as they're a part of one another's lives, it's never enough for Puck, and he's never thought he's had enough to offer Kurt, but he damn sure wants to try. He shuffles out into the living room in his old college sweats, and follows the smell of waffles to the kitchen. And jesusfuckingchrist, Kurt's making waffles at like, two in the morning for them in one of his red plaids and nothing else, and Puck's positive he's never been more in love with someone in his entire life.

He thinks a couple of months ago he would have called himself a pussy for it, would've ignored the feeling altogether. He's actually surprised he's past that, well-beyond those words and phrases that they only flash like a haphazard reminder before he brushes them all away-- for good he thinks. Puck leans against the door frame and contents himself with watching Kurt just-- bothering to even exist in the same room as him. He's pretty sure perving on your own boyfriend isn't an actual thing since they're together, but if it is, who the fuck even cares? Puck's got a free pass.

He can only watch for so long before he can't stand it, and crosses the kitchen in a few short strides to come up behind Kurt, hands landing on his hips as he presses against his back.

"Coulda sworn I saw a drowned cat just now," he says with a grin against Kurt's temple. "But Mach isn't kicking up a fuss about it, so I musta been mistaken." He kisses his ear with a laugh, arms sliding tight around his waist. "Cute shirt, by the way."

No.

longlivepavarotti replied to your post: new url. same girl.

oooh myyy gaaawd do I still know yooou? D: (j/k j/k)

You do not know me. I am not Quinn B. Fabray. I am a spy. A dangerous Russian spy. 

Now that I've told you, I'll have to kill you.

Mass Text @ The Boys

Quinn: Hello, you dashing devils, you.

Quinn: As Blaine was correct to point out, it's been far too long since we've all seen each other. Rachel and I would like to correct this by hosting a little dinner party so we can all catch up. Let me know when you're all available! :)

sweet-moves-blaine replied to your post: sweet-moves-blaine replied to...

Okay, I’m ending this call if you hurl Hunter’s “skinny ass” into anything. Just saying…but currently I’m calling her. #bros

longlivepavarotti replied to your post: sweet-moves-blaine replied to...

1) Hunter is a ‘nerd not a dweeb tyvm’. and 2) He’s not afraid, but if you hurl him into anything you won’t be sleeping over for at least 3 months. Your call.

first b's hashtaggin his comment and spidey's talkin in acronyms. it's like the nerdiest tag-team ever

3 months is a little steep and super impossible. let's be real

most important people in your life? why?

Wow, anons, you're really breaking out the 'let's make Blaine think and feel things' questions. I'll keep the list to the five most important people in my life, outside immediate family (even though these people are much more like family than anyone else).

Quinn

I have to start with my Quinn Bee, Miss Fabray. I knew I adored her the second we met (eyes meet across a crowded room, you know? the usual) and we've been compadres ever since. She's beautiful and lovely, intelligent and so full of life, and recently I felt like I had to consider a world without her in it...literally, I've never been more terrified in my entire life. We go to movies like 'The Artist' because no one else will, we go to wine bars and dance the night away; she's perfect and I'm so happy she's in my life and will be for a very long time (I refuse to have it any other way).

Kurt

This, ladies and gents (and grey faces) is my best friend, Kurt Hummel. He's my husband, my brother, my crying shoulder, and usually my voice of reason. I seriously have no idea what my life would be like if we wouldn't have found each other at orientation (probably terrible and dull). People can assume or think what they like about our relationship, but I know what he is. He's my (impeccably dressed) best friend and the family I needed when I didn't really have much else out here. I love him absolutely and for always and that's all there really is to it.

Rachel

How do I even describe, Rachel Berry? I won't even try because it'll never be as good as the real deal. I will say that I met this girl because I needed to. She's perfect and one of my best friends, actually. She's been there for me when I really needed her (always is) and, although she's terrible at M&M tossing, she's someone I never want to lose. If I were straight, I'd probably marry this girl (also, if she wasn't perfection with Quinn); she's disgustingly talented and the only one who'll do impromptu, perfectly sung and choreographed flash mobs with me. She's forever and always the jazz hands to my side steps.

Sebastian

I feel this kind of goes without saying, but I will anyway. Sebastian and I have so much history...not all great, but it's all been worth it and it's all brought us here. I'm really thankful that..something brought us back together. He was my best friend when I was a kid and is still one of my absolute best friends. He drives me nuts and flusters me, but he makes me feel butterflies and just happy all the time. I love him with all my heart; he's such a great guy, even if he can't see it, and I'm just so proud to call him mine. Best friend, boyfriend, bed hog (okay, maybe that last one's more me but...whatever).

Puck

Last, but certainly not least is one Mr. Puckasaurus. He's the only person that actually let's me call him 'bro' (he taught me to use it properly). He's the Stark to my Captain (he sings me the star-spangled banner every morning over Cheerios), the Optimus to my Bumblebee, and the Turk to my JD; Puck's become one of my best friends and I consider him like family. I'd do anything for this guy even if he teases me constantly (I just assume brothers do that...and then he gets us food and puts on Iron Man 2 and we're good). He's the best roommate ever and I'll miss our hallway slumber parties and drunk 'prank' calls when the horrible day comes that we're not roomies anymore.