“Yeah, well I don’t dig on drama queens who talk too much and will always have a perfect head of hair. So guess what, Fancy? You’re not my type.” His eyes softened, almost desperately, as if he needed Kurt to understand. “Yet here we are.”

So can I marry this fic or……?

You gotta send him into the light
You've got to go be gay for that poor dead intern
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