everyone can find a song for every time they've lost, and every time they've won

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Found out today that I have four impacted wisdom teeth. Which is not even the most awesome news of the day. They would only see me as an emergency thing, because I woke up last night with omg pain pain pain pain which means I have to get in for a full exam before they will refer me to the oral surgeon. And they are booked through November.

In the meantime, you know, omg pain pain pain pain wtf ow pain omg.

So I'm going to be five, and stomp my foot and demand that you tell me a fun story. For the love of god, please distract me with shiny things so I can get through my homework and maybe curl up with Castle and/or Strictly Ballroom (stupid ballroom AU, I will finish you, I will).

In other news, Shai made me listen to this, and now I'm a little in love. I mean, SVV is obviously still my musical boyfriend, but crushes aren't cheating.

"I still believe in the need for guitar and drums and desperate poetry

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Awww. I recently had all four wisdom teeth pulled because they were impacted. Plus I had a tooth that was in serious need of a root canal (I told them to go fuck themselves and pull the thing so I could get a bridge put in). *snuggles*

Okay, so I'm going to put up part of a fic I scrapped because I think I was high when I wrote it. Kurt wears tinted moisturizer at one point and I'm not one of those people who's all "Kurt wears makeup." Plus I wrote it way before season 2 started. Waaaaaay before. It's kind of useless now. Here's the ending. It's fluffy. Fluff is good for the soul (and the teeth). Er, they're on the phone.

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“I kissed Matt,” Puck blurted out.

“What?”

Puck smacked himself on the forehead. “Yeah. We kind of had a threesome with April in the showers and—“

“I don’t need to know this.”

“Yeah. You do. Shut up and listen for, like, five seconds.”

“Really? I’m hanging up.”

Puck shot up. “No, no, no! Wait. Sorry. Can you just hear me out? There’s a point, I swear. Please?”

Kurt sighed again. “Fine. Continue.”

“Anyways, she was pressed up between us and we were both in—“

“I get the idea. Move along.”

Puck stood and started pacing his room. “He grabbed my ass for, like, leverage or some shit, and then we ended up making out until we finished a few minutes later. We swore never to talk about it, so don’t say anything to anyone, and…yeah. You were better than he was. I think it’s because you actually wanted to kiss me. I think I actually kissed him first and he just sort of went with it.”

There was silence on the other line and Puck checked to make sure the call hadn’t dropped.

“Kurt?” he said. “You still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” Kurt said. “So…what? You want to make out with me or something?”

“Well, yeah, that’d be cool.”

“I already—“

“And you’re close enough to a Jewish girl that my mom would be cool with it.”

“Excuse me?”

Okay, he was really bad at this. No wonder the closest thing to a serious relationship he’d had was Santana after she’d told him she liked having sex with him the most. They’d still slept with other people.

“I mean because of the whole being gay and the suffering and—I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, yeah, I saw you spend more money on some stuff for your skin in five minutes than I ever have on anything but a video game console but you’re not a girl. I know you’re not. It’s just…you know why I dated Rachel?”

“Temporary insanity brought on by lead exposure?” Kurt guessed.

Puck frowned and wondered if that was something he should be worrying about because it sounded serious. “What? No. I had this dream about her coming into my room and she was wearing a Star of David necklace and my mom wants me to settle down with some nice Jewish girl and Rachel was a Jewish girl. I know she just puts up with me dating girls like Santana because I’m a teenager and shit but I think she might kind of be okay with you. Maybe. I told her about the shrimp thing and she thought that was cool of you.”

“So, you want to make out with me to make your mom happy?” Kurt asked incredulously.

Puck almost smacked himself on the forehead again, except it wasn’t because of his own stupidity. How did he know these people? “No. I want to date you and I know my mom might actually be cool with it, which is good, because then you can, like, come over and shit.”

“You…want to…”

Puck heard a strange sound that kind of sounded like hyperventilating. “Are you okay?”

“Can I…call you back?”

“Uh, yeah. I guess,” he said and the call disconnected. “What the fuck?”

His mom opened his door. “Dinner’s ready. You okay? You look a little confused.”

“Just…weird phone call,” he said. “So, that guy Kurt? I kind of kissed him when he dropped me off and I think I might be dating him but he started, like, hyperventilating and I don’t know what’s going on.”

She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorjamb. “Run that by me again?”

“He’s into me and…I don’t know,” he said, shrugging. “He’s cool and everything. Nice. Sort of spoiled and he spends a ton of money on clothes and stuff, but I kind of…I don’t know.”

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“I’m going to get your sister,” she said after a moment of scrutinizing him. “We’ll talk about this after dinner. I swear, I have no idea what to do with you sometimes, Noah.”

His phone rang in his hand and he picked it up. “Hello?”

His mom closed his door and he sat down on his bed.

“Sorry,” Kurt said, clearing his throat softly. “I was, um, freaking out. A little. I may have screamed into a pillow out of joy. Or terror, I’m not sure which.”

“Why am I the only one who’s chill about this? My mom’s acting all weird now.”

“You told your mom?”

Puck frowned. “Duh.”

Kurt chuckled. “Okay, I see what Rachel, Quinn, and Mercedes meant. You’re sort of sweet in a really unintentional way. Just don’t serenade me to impress me, okay? Good hygiene impresses me more, as does punctuality and knowing how to dress yourself. I can handle two out of three, I suppose.”

Puck lay back on his bed and scratched his stomach. “Cool. No offense but I’m never going to wear the kind of shit you wear. Some of it’s really weird and it’s all really expensive. And I’d rather spend sixty bucks on a video game instead of a pair of jeans.”

“Sixty bucks?” Kurt scoffed. “Please, my Eugenia Kim captain’s hat cost more than twice that.”

“You spent more than a hundred and twenty dollars on a fucking hat? Why?” Puck asked incredulously.

“Because it goes with my Just Cavalli washed-out slate vest.”

“…sure. Slate means gray, right?” he asked, tapping out the beat to 'Come On Eileen' on his stomach.

Kurt chuckled. “Yes, Puck, slate means gray.”

“Alright, then.”

“I suppose the kissing can make up for the lack of fashion sense.”

“And the smile,” Puck reminded him with a grin. “Can’t forget the smile.”

“You can be ten minutes late everywhere you go with that smile,” Kurt said, and he sounded half-dreamy and half-teasing. He probably had that look like he was melting into the floor that he used to get whenever Puck would watch him stare at Finn. (Okay, so maybe he’d been predisposed to liking Kurt and hadn’t realized it. He was dealing with important shit at the time, okay?)

Puck bit his lip and smiled. “How about I’m on time everywhere I go and I smile anyways?”

He resisted the urge to look down to make sure he hadn’t grown boobs or started his period because what the fuck?

“I can deal with that,” Kurt said shyly. “Are you busy on Thursday night?”

“Nope.”

“Do you want to go out? Dinner and a movie is still the standard, right?”

Puck sat up and poked at a small hole in the knee of his jeans. “I guess. I don’t date much. Just when Santana would tell me to.”

“That’s…sad and pathetic. Breadsticks, then A-Team? My treat.”

Huh. Dating a guy might not be so bad.

“You want to go see A-Team?” Puck asked.

“It’s got something for both of us. It’s an action movie, so you’ll like it, and it’s got hot men who will probably be removing their shirts at one point or another, so it’ll be good for me, too. Plus I used to watch that show with my Dad. It’s kind of awesomely bad. If the movie sucks, we can always sneak into Toy Story 3, and don’t even try pretending you’re too old for Disney movies because then I’ll have to reconsider this whole thing. How’s six sound?”

“Make it six-thirty and I’ll pick you up. I can borrow the car from my mom.”

“Okay. Um, I’ll see you then, I suppose. My dad’s going to talk to Dave when he goes bowling with him on Friday, by the way.”

“Cool. Thanks. See you Thursday.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

Puck hung up and smiled at his phone. “Fuck, he’s going to put out in, like, a week. Awesome.”

“Noah! Dinner!” his mom called.

He stood and opened his door. “Coming!” he called back as he walked down the hallway.

Because, really, was the world supposed to have ended or something just because he was going out with a guy?

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Yeah. IDK. Fluffy. Obvious written awhile ago if A-Team and Toy Story 3 were the movie options. lol

Also, I love Frank Turner. =D "Long Live The Queen" is one of my favorite songs, like, ever.

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Also, here's a baby giraffe.



I hope you feel better, bb. ♥

Btw, bags of frozen peas will do wonders for you. Avoid heat because it'll make the blood vessels angry. =)

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OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT. THANK YOOOOU. Fluff is the best medicine. ♥♥♥

Oh, man, I can't even listen to "Long Live the Queen" without tearing up. *sniffles*

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Thank you, bb. It really is, I swear. That and Vicodin. ♥♥♥♥♥

Once I actually paid attention to the lyrics, I was like "This song is so beautiful." I think I might've teared up a bit, actually.