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Random thing I suddenly want like I want to continue breathing of the day: A Puck/Kurt "Can't Buy Me Love" AU. No, no, seriously. Stop laughing at me! Kurt would totally be Patrick Dempsy! Only instead of paying Puck to pretend to be his boyfriend to get popular, he does it to get back at Puck for being a homophobic jackass. He's a Cheerio, he's already popular. Jesus, he's more popular than Puck, and it's not like the football players aren't terrified enough of Sue to leave him alone on uniform days. But Puck needs money, and Kurt needs to prove a point. And maybe keep his new bad ass reputation and McQueen collection both living in harmony. Well, maybe need isn't the right word. Double-sided manipulation ftw! And, of course, fake!boyfriends falling in love.

Why this fic does not exist in my life right now I will never, ever, ever know.

Anyway, I've been seeing this around on my f-list, and I've got a bunch of new people around these parts lately ( ::waves:: ), so it seems like a good time for a meme:

I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes office supplies." I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. (Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal. In return, ask me anything you'd like to know about me and I'll give you an answer.)

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Fake!boyfriends wouldn't work in any of the fandoms you read! Except maybe White Collar. And then El would be all left out and that would make both of us sad. Though she'd probably just laugh at Peter a lot. He'd be so cranky. And Neal's eyes would do some evil sparkle thing, and he'd try to hold Peter's hand in public just for the look on his face.

I love all of those cliches! All of them! There are not enough of any of these stories. I don't think there ever could be.