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whagwan padawan?
+ Between 1 and 1 million yrs old + Likes long walks to anywhere peaceful
+ K L A I N E R &multishipper + avenging gryffinclaw waterbender in ND
+ still figuring out how to write and art + Ms. Swears-A-Lot + liberalism and other ideas, anti-SJWank +
(maybe a)bi-corn + in possession of a perverted mind, a black belt in emoticons, and CAPS LOCK + tag whisperer+ tag me with luminarychild please!
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Kurt and Blaine + being platonic
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Kurt lets his gaze drift to the middle of the room once again, eyes lingering blatantly obvious on where one of the people taking his class, Blaine Anderson, is still left.
He’s crouched down, tying the shoelaces on his sneakers, muscles in his arms flexing as he makes the loop and pulls it into a knot. Kurt quickly takes a deep gulp of his water and looks away from all that soft-looking tan skin on Blaine’s thighs. The boy sure leaves little to the imagination in his tiny shorts.
Kurt shakes his head and forces himself not to groan in frustration. He can not think those things right now.
Especially not when he’s wearing the shortest shorts in his closet himself.
yES MY WISH IS GRANTED BLESS YOU B
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