#technically you can use it to give him a bow tie in game unfortunately my animation skills leave much to be desired

[abombihoney]

SEE SEE THERE IS NO PEACE ONLY CONFUSION

though fun fact, leif pays a lot of attention to fashion, and will frequently comment on bugs he finds well dressed.

[helpinghanikan]

Shared experience seen by one

Mathew Murdock x Reader

Sum:  Movies, books, TV and more have brainwashed the world into thinking your soulmate is one romantic comedy away. But life is never that easy, nor is that cheesy.

AN:  I've had this in the back of my mind for awhile. Full disclosure; I'm not good at emotions and I try my best not to make the reader out to be an overly emotional caricature. Spoiler alert, I have failed at both.

“A blowup bed is not that hard to set up, just stay with me instead of waiting for the right place.” Karen had said when you mentioned the impending move to the city. “In fact, you need a job? A very underpaid job?”

The red strand of fate came along during your move. It sometimes tangled while packing, it bended and dipped during the trip, and tightened when reaching Karen’s place. That was how Fate’s strand works; it bounces and moves as you and your soulmate does. It will sway and bounce with your gestures and hand. Although weightless it can be a physical thing to touch and grab, but it takes focus. With enough focus you and Fate can play a game of jump rope; swinging it around with your soulmate on the other side as the anchor. Jumping over the strand like a schoolgirl was Fate themselves. Having a great time watching their chosen couple use the bond to both find eachother and have fun.

Jump rope was played through most of your journey: toying with it on the bus and fiddling while filling out paperwork. It was twirling around your fingers as Karen gave advice for your first day at Nelson and Murdock. “Just bring something food related and they’re gonna love you. Something hearty though, we get enough pastries.” She said then heading out, reminding you to show up around seven.

Just like your nose it’s easy to forget that the strand is there. Just another color that makes up the world all around. It’s only when you reach the building that you notice your strand flat as a table, leading you right into the building.

It’s nothing new for the strand to lead straight ahead. Younger people and children will commonly ignore whatever they were doing before and follow their strand right into the unknown. “Maladaptive following” is the technical for these moments of distraction. Adults will even fall victim to it from time to time: Stopping a business lunch or jog to follow their red strand into the street or some building. Articles and urban legends float about the world stating that many have met their chosen this way. In reality it’s one of the leading causes of death by vehicle for minors.

Now it’s a question whether you were following your strand, or if it just happens to be going in the same direction you were originally headed. Fate was holding your strand so tight it was flat, bouncing as your hands stabilized the box but stayed tight as Fate pulled you forward.

Fate drags your strand into the highest, smallest gap of the elevator’s door. Lifting your head to watch it slide through was giving it too much hope but watching it with eyes was mature enough to acknowledge it without going crazy. Yet as the elevator reached it’s floor, and the strand led straight out, your heart couldn’t help but speed up.

In fiction the sight of your soulmate is portrayed so romantic. There was a few seconds of staring at the shared strand, then at eachother which leads into eye-contact and then a funny/cheesy/romantic line; “I’ve waited so long,” “more beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” or even just “hi,” followed by breathy laughing. They all ended in the two taking a few steps right into each other’s arms.

Your personal situation started off like this. Following the strand across the room and to the man who was your chosen. Following further until the strand was wrapped in a bow on his pinky, on the same hand which held a white cane.

Karen is talking somewhere in the background of your focus. She reaches out towards you in a gesture that is followed by the blonde man stepping up to you with a closed mouth smile. It’s only when he gets to his own name that your ears start to work again.

“-Everyone calls me Foggy, though. It’s good to have join up.”

With the world moving once more the sandwiches almost topple from your hands. Both from trying to get a handout for a proper shake and from realizing no words had come out when you entered.

“Yeah, it’s…hi. I brought lunch, or dinner, or…yeah, they’re just sandwiches.” Were the only comprehensible words that could come out. No matter how hard you tried keep looking at the man in front of you, your eyes kept glancing to the end of your strand.

As the box is taken by Mr. Foggy the second man second, the man at the end of your strand, steps up. Although his face is staring right at you it almost impossible to see his eyes through the glasses. What lines you do see through the glass are likely imaginary; your brain trying to come up with someway that you are special enough to see through his shields.

“Hi, Mathew Murdock,” He says, unfortunately professional.

You shake his hand as well, just as professional but with wondering eyes. Starting at the brown hair with tinges of red in the right light, to the glasses over his eyes which keep you from seeing their color. From his suit without a tie to his hand that held yours in a shake. Where two bows sit side by side, the closest they have ever been.

Fate came along with you at Nelson and Murdock. Instead of being a fellow employee trying their best they just hang around and grinned at you. Sitting on the edge of your desk, playing with the window until Karen had to slam it shut. Blaming it on the faulty building rather than the smirking being that was standing in the middle of the office. Using barely a finger to keep the red strand from touching the floor. Staring you in the eye as they rub your strand between it’s fingers, teasing you with the truth that may not be believed by your chosen.

The entire day is spent as someone else. You were a lightweight as their first party, drinking too much and trying to hide it. Karen was patient as she explained everything but there was still the pressure in the back of your throat. Word vomit threatening to come out at the sight of red, of Mr. Murdock, or of stupid fucking Fate. The latter of which still pulling on the string. Both to keep it from touching the ground and to encourage their chosen couple to do something.

Staring at the abyss between your spot in the corner and Mr. Murdock’s designated office was hypnotizing. Your strand was lightly swinging with Mr. Murdock’s movements. Watching through peripheral vision his fingers drag along paper, reading through touch as he moves the strand without meaning to.

Karen was patient as you struggled to pay attention to the instructions she was giving you. It was too late to say anything about the strand to Mr. Murdock, and this office was way too small for any kind of personal conversation.

“Are you okay?” Karen’s voice is softer than a whisper against your ear. Already leaning over your shoulder, you didn’t flinch at her suddenly speaking. Instead looking over to your new boss and leaning back into Karen. “Sorry. Mr. Murdock and I…And I’ll tell you later.” You whisper, refocusing on the earthly reason you were here.

By the end of your practice there was still no reaction on the side of Mr. Murdock. Although both rude and in bad form a goodbye couldn’t come out while leaving. Instead just a wave towards Mr. Foggy and Mr. Murdock and leaving the door open behind you, Karen following quickly behind. Her heels clip-clapping through the hallway in time with your name called out once, twice…

“Son of a bitch, Karen, I messed up. I don’t know, and now I messed up.” It’s coming out faster than you meant to. With both frustration and almost

Word vomit was finally free to spew. Before the elevator even arrived you were telling Karen everything; about the strand, about the nerves and how you messed up so greatly by not saying anything. When the elevator finally arrived, Karen was guiding you forward. Knowing better than to try and talk anymore while still within Matt’s earshot.

When anyone asks Matt if he eavesdropped, he’d argue; “Of course not, I don’t exactly have a choice with this.” Which was only a half truth, in reality he was a nosy bitch. But it was all for the greater good; clients and their family say the most important things behind closed doors, cops lie and only tell the truth when they think the world isn’t listening, and he just wanted to make sure Karen didn’t get him something he already had.

So, it’s only natural that he listened along as you left.

It took years to try and isolate the noises around him. It was still a struggle to separate them when he first covered his face and climbed to the rooftop. It still hard sometimes, especially when he’s only half focusing, and especially when Karen’s heels can’t be turned off like a radio.

Buried under the heels was your voice. Coming out quickly with a heartbeat to match. “Our strands are connected, and I didn’t say anything and now I don’t know what to do and I can’t say anything now and…” Karen’s soft but sharp voice stops the storm of thoughts coming out. Keeping them at bay until the elevator joins the fray.

It takes longer than it should for Matt to connect the dots. Strands are connected, didn’t say anything…His hands have wondered off of the paperwork in the time it took. Running over the cracks and bits of worn wood from his desk. Dragging up the old crumbs and coffee cup papers that wedged into those gaps. Pulling the smells up and muddying the waters of his sense, hiding the conversation outside until it was impossible to find the women in the hallway.

Matt only had the strand for a short time before the accident. After that it was an overwhelming part of the world. A constant touch on his finger that distracted from something more important. Taking longer than normal people to get used to it, and only a short time after that to completely forget it’s there. It’s been a while since he’s even thought about it: only during selfish moments with a girlfriend. Trying to seek out the vibrations and slightest effect it would have on his chosen. After finding none he’d forget about the strand and move on.

Turning his wrist, he finds the strand once more. Closest he could compare the material to was silk, but it was too soft and slick for it to be that. Tugging on it brought tighter resistance than normal; his chosen’s weight keeping Matt from dragging you right back to him. The resistance getting weaker the more he toyed and the farther you got from him.

There was this urge that goes through everyone when they finally find their chosen. The urge to talk or know them. To hold them tight and find every and any reason that fate had chosen them for eachother. But this was another urge that Matt had to keep down, at least for now.

Yes, that’s what he’s best at, keeping things down. This would have to be different than his old relationships. No trauma bonding over kidnappings as the Devil or making the first move like the suave lawyer man he knew he was. This would be…natural, an organic relationship made by lying to eachother until one finally caves and tells all Just like a suave lawyer.

[yoongs-yoongi]

Touch My Body Challenge.

Yoongi x Youtuber Reader

Warning: None just lots of fluff!

Summary: On your twitter you asked your viewers what they wanted to see you do in your next video. Majority of them requested the "Touch My Body Challenge.

A/N: Don’t mind me, just vacuuming out my drafts:)Any new content will be posted to my masterlist later.

"What's up Buttercups!" I exclaimed into the camera. "I hope you all are having a glorious day because I am not!"

My face fell into a straight face.

"You guys my day has been a disaster, when I tell you disaster I mean it. Oh ____ surely something good must have happened to you today. No squeaky, obnoxious viewer's voice, nothing good happened today. I don't wanna talk about it because I know I'm going to get mad all over again. I may talk about it later, maybe not." I shrugged.

"With that being said, let's get started!" I snapped my fingers and appeared in my living room.

"Now as you all can see by the title of this video I am doing the 'Touch My Body Challenge.' I was going to do it with my bestie, Kendra, but sadly she's out of town at the moment. No worries though, I found a substitute! Substitute! Get your butt in here!"

My kitchen door swung open and Yoongi came out stuffing his face with something from the content of my fridge. He sat down beside me in front of the camera.

"Is that my cheese stick?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said nonchalantly. I gaped at him, his very existence is annoyinng my soul. I eyed him as he continued to eat my last cheese stick. He noticed me staring.

"Whhaaaatttt?" He slightly laughed.

"Don't whhhaaattt me! You've eaten all my cheese sticks now. I didn't even have one!"

There was a long silence until Yoongi snickered. I hate that his smile is so contagious, I couldn't help but laugh too. I wasn't suppose to smile it was angry time. I've yet to meet somone who didn't smile when he did.

"It's not funny!" I whined.

"I'm sorry honey, you want the rest? He held the half eaten piece to my mouth.

"No, you heathen! Move!" I nudged his hand away, he kept repeating the word eat over and over. My viewers were gonna see a fight in a second.

"Quit!"

Yoongi laughed, stuffing his face with the rest of the cheesestick. "Who even eats a cheese stick like that?"

"What do you mean? There's a special way to eat a cheese stick?" He scrunched up his brow, chopping away. I wiped the corner of his mouth as a little drool escaped.

"Just forget it. We're off topic anway." I turned back to the camera. "As I was saying earlier you guys, Kendra's substitute is none other than my boyfriend, Min Yoongi! Introduce yourself." I loudly whispered the last part, still looking at the camera with a smile on my face.

Yoongi stared with a straight face until he looked at me still smiling at the camera. "You just did."

"I know I did. Your supposed to do it again though," I laughed fakely. Like I said, existence annoys my soul.

"Why do I have to do it again if you did it once. That's like fucking without a condom and when I get ready to nut I hurry to put the condom on. Pointless right? I was already in you ra-"

"Okay enough of that!" I put my hand over his mouth. The son of bitch licked it. "Ew!" I squealed, removing my hand.

He looked at the camera with a satisfied smirk. I growled lowly at and turned around to give my attention back to the camera as well.

"I want a divorce."

"We're not married."

"Well then hurry up and propose to me so we can get married, then I want a divorce."

He shook his head, "There's no such thing as divorce when you marry me. You're with me for life Bertha." He pecked my cheek.

"Who the hell is Bertha?" I turned sideways at him.

"I meant ____,” He smiled, cheekily. He wrapped his arm around.

"No go hug Bertha," I pushed him off.

"If you say so-ah!! Hahaha!" I pulled his ass back down beside me. "So violent."

"Violent won't be the word they write down when they find you and Bertha's mangled bodies.”Yoongi pecked the side of my mouth.

"Aw you're so cute. What word would they write down?"

"Barbaric." I nodded.

"That's a good one,"Yoongi nodded as well. "Thank you, I'm even going to wrap her body around yours like bow. Sorta like a present to the police."

He giggled, "So they'll be presenting their present to the judge?"

"Exactly."

Yoongi laughed harder. "We have such a weird relationship.”

“I know people always say they don't understand us. News flash, isn't meant for you to understand, if it were you'd be in the relationship too. Which is a deal breaker because we don't do poly relationships."

"Well actu-

"Do you want to die? I feel like you're dropping hints. I said what I said Johnathan!”

"Who the fuck is Johnathan?"

"Moving on!" I clapped. "The Touch My Body Challenge. For those of you that don't know how this game goes one person is blindfolded and touches a random part of their SO/friend's body. The person blindfolded then tries to guess what part of their SO/friend's they touched. You ready?"

"Yes. I wanna go first." Yoongi closes his eye and sticks his tongue out in a flicking motion.

"I have to blindfold you nasty," I reached for my sleeping mask off camera and placed it over his eye. I pushed his mouth closed, "You use your hands."

"Even better!" He took his two fingers and did the come here motion. "Yoongi!"

"Oh right my bad," He made it three. I slapped his chest.

"You’re gonna get my video taken down!”

"Okay, geez. I'll be good, lets play." He held up his pointer finger. I eyed him curiously then grabbed his hand. "Is there like set number you have to get right?"

"Umm I'm not sure. We can make one up if you want?"

"5 right and you win. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants for a whole day." He said, looking around blindfolded.

"Odd number, make it six."

"You just want to touch my body more." Yoongi smirked.

"With a knife, yes very much."

"Bloodplay, kinky." He licked his lips.

"Stop you horndog!" I shoved him. He laughed, "I'll be good. C'mon."

I grabbed his finger and made it touch my shoulder lightly. "Guess."

"Your shoulder."

"Cheater!"

He tore off the mask, "How did I cheat?"

"You saw me touch my shoulder with your finger! You don't get that point!" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"______ I did not cheat. There may be eyes on this thing but I can't see shit! Give me my point!"

I shook my head, "Nope."

"Where are you going?" I walked off camera with my arms still crossed. "To get something so I know you won't cheat."

I heard him sigh loudly followed by something falling. "Nothing broke!"

"I don't believe you cheater!" I yelled from my room. I looked all around for something I could put over his eyes. I could use my bath robe tie. No, that might fall off.

What can I use? I searched all over my room until I found my blue beanie. "Perfect!"

I ran down the steps and found Yoongi texting someone, "Who are we texting?" I grabbed his phone.

"My mom, she wants us to swing by later."

"Oh okay. I can tell her what a cheater her son is." I smiled, handing him back his phone.

"I didn't cheat. You did!"

"Anyways cheater. Put the mask back on, we're starting over."

He mumbled putting the sleeping mask back over his eyes. His mouth formed his natural pout, I couldn't resist even he is a cheater. I kissed his lips. They were much more soft today and pink, he must have been using the Rosey Lips Vaseline I got him. His lips get real chapped sometimes.

I pulled away, "One more!" He puckered his lips up again.

"Later." I giggled. I stood up and placed the beanie on and fixed it so it was over his eyes.

"Try and cheat now."

"I didn't cheat the first time." He held his finger back up. I shook my head and grabbed his finger. I lifted my shirt exposing my belly button. I made his finger touch it lightly.

"Your belly button." He said simply

I smacked my lips sitting back down, "Still think I'm cheating?"

"No." I grumbled.

"Good. The next one come on. Ouch!"

"Sorry didn't mean to squeeze so hard." I smirked.

"You did, you sore loser."

"I am not going to lose, you are."

"I know your body like I know the back of my hand."

"Please." I scoffed.

He was right, he did know my body like the back of his. He'd gotten all six right, we made a new rule that if we got tied then we didn't have to go through with the bet. We both had won technically.

Unfortunately, it doesn't look like I'll be winning. I only have two I got three wrong. I'm currently on my last try.

Yoongi pressed my finger to a part of his body. It felt really squishy. "What was it?”

I took a moment to guess. "Your nose?"

"Annnnnt! Wrong, which means I win!" He cheered.

"Ugh!!! What was it?" I said still blindfolded.

"My nipple."

"I was going to say nipple too! This is bunk!" I pouted like a child.

"Aww baby. Do you want another chance?"

"It wouldn't matter, I'd have three to your six."

He shrugged, "I'll be nice and make three of mine go away go. So we’ll be tied.”

“No no, you one fair and square. What are you gonna have me do?”

He smirked looking at the camera, “I can’t say. Don’t wanna get your video taken down.”

“You’re gross.”

Shrugging he said, “You asked.”

“Whatever. Alright you guys that’s it for this video, I hope you guys enjoyed it. If you did give it big thumbs up if you didn’t then still give a big thumbs up. The thumbs down button is broken! We’ll see you next time, byeeee!”

“I can say this. What I’m gonna have you do will envolve honey. Lots and lots of honey.”

“Oh my god.”

[gleefuldarrencrissfan]

Chapters: 17/? Fandom: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Rachel Berry, Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman, Santana Lopez, Sue Sylvester, Brittany S. Pierce, Artie Abrams, Carmen Tibideaux, Jesse St. James, Quinn Fabray, Sam Evans, Mercedes Jones, Kitty Wilde, Sebastian Smythe, Jake Puckerman, Marley Rose, Ryder Lynn, Will Schuester, Emma Pillsbury, Coach Beiste Additional Tags: Competition, Reality TV, Alternate Universe, Eventual Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson & Sam Evans Friendship, Kurt Hummel & Rachel Berry friendship, Duet, Slow Burn Summary:

“Noah, take a seat,” Carmen ordered.

“I prefer Puck.”

“We don’t really care what you prefer,” Sue sneered.  “Do you want to tell us why you think you’re here today?”

“Because you want to tell me how much the viewers loved my badassness?” Puck replied with a small chuckle.

“Actually, it’s due to your inability to keep it in your pants,” Jesse retorted..

“Woah, what am I being accused of?” Puck inquired.

“Are you, the self-proclaimed ‘sex shark’, trying to claim that you haven’t slept with a contestant?” Sue taunted.

“No, I really haven’t yet,” Puck claimed.

“So it’s just a judge, then?”  Sue accused.

“W-what, Puck stammered?  

“Do you admit it, or do we have to bring out the evidence,” Sue threatened.

“What am I admitting to?”

“Let’s just say you are guilty of multiple infractions?” Carmen stated.

“Huh?”  Puck said, scratching his head.

“What she means is that you are in breach of your contract on multiple accounts,” Wesley stated.

“Just tell me straight what I supposedly did, dude.  I haven’t done anything inappropriate in the house.”  Puck huffed.

“Yes, technically, you didn’t do anything in the house, unless you count the pool house, which I had bugged, by the way,” Sue revealed with sly grin.  “So cut the bull, Mr. T, and admit what you did.”  

Puck gulped. “Well, Ms. July and I got a little wasted in the pool house a few times.  For such a little chick, she can hold her alcohol even better than me.  We played some drinking games, and I have to honestly say I don’t remember everything we did afterwards, except retching in the pool.  I did clean it afterwards though, free of charge,” he smirked.

“Mr. Puckerman, I’m afraid that won’t do you any good.  Although thank you for not leaving it in the pool.  Although, mightn’t it have been a good idea to clean up the pool house too?” Carmen asked.

“Uh, yeah, that might have been a better plan,” he admitted.  “So I’m getting booted over a few drinks and getting freaky with the hot judge?”

“Mr. Puckerman, we told you, we actually have some other infractions that could actually get you incarcerated,” Wes warned, “but we won’t press charges if you come clean about them all and leave quietly.  No one can know you made the show.  We are spinning it as if you were cut in the audition rounds.”

“Pressing charges for drinking and a couple of blow jobs?” Puck asked.  “Which of those is illegal?   I’m over 21.”

“You broke your contractual agreement of sobriety, not to mention using illegal substances.  Cannabis is illegal here.”

“Huh?”

“Pot, Puckerman,” Jesse answered.

“Oh, I thought it was legal here.  Mr….I mean, the person that sold it to me said that it was ok if it was medicinal.”

“Ignorance and stupidity is not a medical condition,” Sue snarked.  “And you are lucky we aren’t pressing charges.  We heard that you don’t do well locked up.”  Sue held up an envelope.  That scar on your nipple.  I can’t believe you had that thing put back in after those hoods ripped it out when you were in Juvie.  And now you need to spill the rest of your indiscretions.  What about the Prom Queen?”

“I didn’t have sex with her.  I wanted to, but that girl is uptight, although I don’t think I’m the only one on the chopping block if you really want to throw out anyone playing hide the sausage.”

“That is no concern to you, Mr. Puckerman.  You have committed multiple infractions, therefore, you are dismissed,” Madam Tibbideux explained.  “You need to collect your belongings and leave the premises immediately.”

“Wait, I’m off the show?”

“Yea, Mr. T, you are.  “Now, get the hell out of my office and the house.  You have five minutes before I allow Becky to get out the matches,” Sue warned.

“But wait, you guys were serious about all of that?  Like I said, I didn't actually tap that.  I mean she did play with my…”

“Mr. Puckerman, you are dismissed.  Good day to you, sir,” Carmen asserted.

“Alright, let’s go!”  Shannon barked, escorting him out of Sue’s office.  

“Man, this is bull!” he yelled,storming out of the office and nearly slamming into  Kurt.

“Puck, are you ok?” Kurt asked.

“I’m out man.  Hopefully, you and Curly bow tie boy didn’t do the dirty in the pool house.  She has it totally bugged, man.”

“Um, no.  I can’t say that I did,” Kurt answered.  “I’m not really sure why I’m here.”

“I don’t know, but apparently, I have 5 minutes to get my stuff out or Sue’s gonna burn it, so I gotta go.  Good luck man.”

Puck was being sent home?  Kurt’s mind began to race.  What if they regretted hiring him as a stylist?  What if they decided to send him home after the situation with Sebastian?  Kurt’s anxiety began to rush over him until he was a quivering bundle of nerves.  He just got back here, and he didn’t want to leave again.  

“Come in, Mr. Hummel,” Carmen summoned.

“Did I do something wrong?” The countertenor questioned

“No, we just wanted to inform you that you were an absolute hit on Twitter.  Audiences loved you.  And we haven’t really announced this to the other contestants yet, but unfortunately, we dismissed Mr. Puckerman due to breach of contract.  That leaves his spot vacant, that is, unless you would like to rejoin the contestants on the show.”

“Really?  I’m back on the show?”  Kurt gushed. His nerves instantly relaxed, and he sat down calmly in an empty chair.  

“Well, Mr. Hummel, audiences were impressed with your talent and your personality.  And the other contestants love you.  We hated that you left the show, and honestly, you would be helping us out so that we have even numbers again.  What do you say?” Carmen asked.

“Yes, absolutely!” Kurt smiled.  “I’d love to.”

“Now, before we make it official, we have to have you look back over the contract again.  We are very serious with all of the stipulations that you agreed to.  So before you accept, we need to address the allegations of a possible relationship with Elliott Gilbert,” Wes stated.

“We’re just friends,” the brunette answered.   “Then, how do you explain this,” Sue asked, turning around the monitor of the PC screen.  It was a very clear photo of the kiss between himself and Elliott.”

“It’s not what it looks like,” Kurt started to explain.

“Really, because it looks like you and Glitter Rock are playing tonsil hockey,” Sue taunted.

“He kissed me, but it was because he was trying to get a guy to leave me alone.  He thought if he claimed to be my boyfriend, the other guy would back off.   Besides, Mr. Thompson informed me that dating a crew member was not against the rules.  However, I’m not nor will I see a co-worker.”

“Very well, Mr. Hummel.  Well, we need you to read back over the contract and give us an answer as quickly as possible.  If we extended this to you, could you commit to it?” Carmen asked.

“I think so, but I would like to run it by my dad.  I’d be leaving him again.  And I really don’t think I could abide by the family contact clause.  I really would need to check in with him daily.”

“Done.  We installed computers and set up email accounts.  We could make an exception so that you could email your father daily to check in for peace of mind.  Any other concerns?” Madam Tibbideaux asked.

“Mr. Smythe,” Kurt answered.  

“I’m sorry, but he’s a contestant too, and so far, he hasn’t broken his contract.  For this next performance, we will pair you with Puckerman’s partner, Finn Hudson.  Is that ok?  I know that puts you at a slight disadvantage, but we will help you in any way possible.”Carmen assured him with a soft smile.

“No, that’s fine.  Finn is a great guy, and I think we’ll sound amazing together,” Kurt smiled.

“Very good then.  As for Mr. Smythe, we can try to make sure that you two don’t room together or get paired for a duet, but that’s the best we can do,” Carmen sympathized.  “Although, we are confident that you can handle him.  I heard he’s been a lot more corrigible since the little incident, ” she smiled knowingly.

“Yeah, it was pretty unfortunate.  Red definitely wasn’t his color,” he chuckled nervously.

“No it wasn’t,” Carmen smiled.  “Welcome back, Mr. Hummell.

“Come on in, and take a seat,” Carmen told the blonde.  “We need to have a serious talk.”  The dancer looked around, and seeing Wes Montgomery, one of the show’s attorney’s,she hesitated to sit.  “What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry, but we need to discuss your contract with the show.  You have been in breach of your contract several times, and we have decided that you are no longer a fit for this production,” Mr. Figgins explained calmly.

“Excuse me?  I’m being fired!  she screamed.  “How dare you?  Over what?”

“Ms. July.  We ask you to hold your temper,” Wes advised.  “You know that there have been several incidences, and lately, you haven’t really been executing your duties with the professionalism that you are required to exhibit as a judge on this show.  You have arrived late, clearly intoxicated.”

“What I do on my own time is my own business,” Cassie objected angrily.  “I have a life, and I’m not a contestant.  I didn’t have to sign a contract about my use of substances.  I’m of legal age to drink.”

“Yes, but marijuana is still illegal.  Not to mention, we have reason to believe that you have been not only smoking it, but you have also been behaving inappropriately with a contestant.”

She walked right over to Sue and stuck her finger directly in her face.  “Excuse me!  How dare you accuse me of such nonsense,” she warned.  Ms. July’s face was bright red with rage as she, for a moment,  took her hands and started pushing things off of Mr. Figgin’s desk.  A cell phone hit the ground.  

Sue slapped her finger away from her nose.  “Watch it Roxie!  You might want to pick that up and push play,” Sue said.  “I’d say the nonsense is what came out of your mouth.”

Cassie pushed play and listened.  The video was blurry, and you couldn’t actually see who was making the racket.  “Seriously, this is what you are using to prove this was me.  That doesn’t really sound like me.  You can’t prove that this is me at all.”

“Actually we can.  Mr. T squealed, kinda like you did in this video,” Sue smirked.

“It wasn’t me.” Cassie said, rolling her eyes.

“Then explain  why your hair was found in the poolhouse,” Sue chided.  

“Like I’m the only blonde,” she sneered.

“Yours is the longest and dirtiest,” Sue pointed out.  

“What about the dancer chick? Or the mouthy chick.  Or the Prom Queen.  They are all blondes.

Sue leaned over and snatched a strand of hair from Cassie’s head.  “None of their hair samples match this one, Sue cackled, tossing the baggie on the table.  “Seriously, what were you thinking?  Sleeping with a contestant!”

“You still don’t have proof that we actually slept together,” Cassie argued.

“No, and we don’t need it because just you fraternizing with him and using illegal substances is enough to terminate you,” Mr. Figgins explained.  “Ms. July, you need to remove your personal effects and leave the premises immediately.”

“Whatever, I hated this gig anyway,” she huffed, rolling her eyes and slamming the door behind her.

“Well, that actually went better than I would have imagined,” Carmen commented.  “I know she has a history of lashing out.  Do you have a replacement in mind?  The live shows start next week.”

“Yeah, we are looking at a few, but actually we thought we might try a celebrity judge or two,” Mr. Figgins commented.  “With your contacts, I know that you could help us find a few people.”

“I know quite a few celebrities as well.  I once shot a video of ‘Physical’ right along with the original Ms. Olivia Newton John,” Sue gloated.  “Not to mention, I personally know Michael Bolton.”

“Great,” Carmen commented.  “So are we ready to make the adjustments for the show tonight?” Carmen asked.

“I think we have it covered.”

“Wait right here!” Shannon barked.  “And no funny business!”

“The two blondes shook a little at her order.”

“What’s going on? the blonde girl asked.

“Do you think they know.  I mean, Puck is packin’ right now.  I can’t believe he’s leaving.  The show didn’t even officially start, and they just sent him home.  I mean, I know that he was rough around the edges, but he was a good guy,” Sam said.  

The skinny blonde nodded.  “He is, surprisingly, Quinn admitted.  “I mean, he was a total player though.  Maybe it’s for the best.”

“Guppy mouth, Feberge’, get your butts in here.  You want to explain this?”  Sue held up the baggie.  “At first, I thought the Prom Queen and Geronimo were knocking boots, but we found this long blonde hair in the bathroom.  No big deal.  The same girl lost a couple strands of hair, except that they don’t come from the same head,  DNA doesn’t lie.  So why would your hair be found together, on the same towel.  

“Sam loaned me his towel after I got out of the hot tub.  He was about to get in, but I forgot my towel so he lent me his.  My back was hurting due to my injury, and his muscles were sore from overdoing it in dance rehearsal.  He was being sweet,” Quinn explained quickly.

“Oh, well that makes sense,” Sue said.  “So you just gave him the towel to use after you dried off you drenched hair.”

“Well, I’m sure that the steam from the hot tub dried that towel right up.  I offered to bring him another, but he’s such a gentlemen.  He told me that he would just use that one so I didn’t have to go get from from the dryer,” Quinn explained.

“And the sore muscles and back pain, that’s what all the moans and giggles were about, right?”  Sue inquired.

“Exactly, Sam grinned.  “She gave me a shoulder rub.”

“And what else did she rub while you were in the hottub together?”  Sue asked slyly.

Sam frowned.  “Nothing.”

“So you didn’t have sex?”

“Of course not,” Quinn answered with a smile.

‘Very good, Queenie.  I almost believed your little act of innocence, that is, if we didn’t have audio of your squeaky little voices on the camera.  And here you were badmouthing Stegasaurus Head for being a manwhore when you were doing the dirty with his friend.

“Ms. Sylvester, we really didn’t sleep together,” Sam reiterated what Quinn had said earlier.  

“And you expect me to digest that steaming pile of horse poo you just tried to shovel down my throat.  Seriously?”

“Yes, we do.”  Quinn answered.

“And why would I?”  Sue questioned.

“Because Quinn is a tease,” Sam blurted.  “And I’m not a manwhore.  

“So much for being a gentleman, Sam,” Quinn accused, rolling her eyes.

“Well, what else do I call it?  All you ever let us do was make out.  I could barely touch you,” Sam replied.

“Whatever, Sam.  Mrs. Sylvester, you aren’t really going to toss us over this?  Seriously?” Quinn asked.

“No, but don’t think that  just because you two didn’t actually do the nasty, you get to get off scott free?”

“You’re going to kick us out?” Sam asked, frowning.

“No, but only because you both were too pathetic to actually get down and dirty, but mark my words, there will come a time I may need your assistance, which I will expect your total allegiance, unless you want this released,” Sue warned.  As she was talking to them, her foot grabbed Quinn’s purse strap and casually pulled it under her desk so that the blonde didn’t see it.  

“Meaning?” asked Sam.

“I’m doing you a favor.  I may need you to do one for me,” she smiled slyly.  “This is a warning.  If it happens again, you are out on your ass.  Clear?”

Sam nodded.  Quinn stared at her stoned faced.  

“Now, get the hell out of my office,” Sue roared.

Sam turned quickly to head for the door.  He motioned for Quinn to go first, and he exited behind her closely.

“That was close!” Sam sighed.

“She’s not going to kick us out.  They wouldn’t have enough people for the show,” Quinn reasoned.  “She’s just trying to intimidate us.”

“I can do intimidations.  Alright, alright, alright.  Let’s go play the bongos with our shirts off,” he smirked, trying to sound like Matthew Mcconaughey.  

“Uh, really Sam?  That’s what you say immediately after we about get kicked off of the show?” Quinn said, rolling her eyes.

“Hey, Barbie, get your butt back in here.  You forgot something?”  Becky screamed.

“Oh, I forgot my purse.  Go on without me Sam,” She assured him.

Quinn walked right in grinning slying, not waiting for Becky to see her in.  “So what did you want that you couldn’t say in front of Sam?”

“Q, you’re smart, but you underestimate me.  I know you and Beiber hair didn’t have sex, but I know you aren’t as innocent as you claim to be.  Actually, from what I understand you were a grade A bitch in school, just like one Sue sylvester.”

“I’m nothing like you,” Quinn remarked.

“Oh, no dear, you are just like me, in that we both use our beauty and intelligence to get what we want.  And you have something I want.”

“And what makes you think you can manipulate me?” Quinn challenged, her hands on her hips.

“How old is Beth now?” Sue questioned, tossing a file folder on the table.

“How did you know about Beth?”

“I told you.  I know how to get what I want.  I also know that you don’t necessarily care about winning this.  You just want to get back at your ex, and you wanted to make a name for yourself.  Which won’t happen if you get eliminated now?’

“What do you want?” Quinn asked through gritted teeth.

Sue tossed a cell phone on the table.  “Put it on silent.  If it vibrates, you answer it.”  

“Alright contestants.   Round two of the Twitter-off is about to commence.  Before this airs, we know that you are fully aware that Mr. Puckerman is no longer a contestant on the show,” Carmen stated.  “Please heed the example and make sure that you are abiding by all of the terms in your contract.  That being said, it left us with a vacancy, so without further ado, we would like to welcome back Mr. Hummel.”

Kurt stepped into the room, smiling directly at Blaine.  

“Frankenteen, Kurt will take Smuckerman’s place in your duet,” Jesse snickered.  “I hope that your song calls for Alvin, Simon, and Theodore.”

“Um, we were doing ‘We Will Rock You.’  Is that in your wheelhouse?” Finn asked Kurt nervously.

“I actually have a pretty wide range.  It extends almost 3 octaves, so I think our ranges are similar.  I actually have an idea that I think will work,” Kurt smiled.  

“Cool dude,” Finn smirked, stepforward to fistbump Kurt.

“Alright, moving on.  Our live show airs soon.  We have some changes we would like to discuss.  We have also decided that Sue will stay on the judging panel with  Mr. St. James and I,” Carmen explained.  “However, we have excused Ms. July  from the judging panel due to some issues that we will not discuss.  We have decided, instead of hiring a new judge, we will have guest celebrity judges each week.  And regarding the vacated stylist job, Mr. Hummel has agreed to help you with your look as much as he can, but we have given his clients out to his assistant, Chandler.  If there are no questions, we will move on,” remarked Carmen.

“Why did Puck leave?” asked Brittany.  

“We aren’t going to go into details, but he was in violation of his contract.  That’s all I’m going to disclose.  Any other questions not pertaining to the departures of Ms. July or Mr. Puckerman?” Carmen asked.

Nobody uttered a word.  “Very well.  Moving on to the show tonight.  The pace of the show is a little slower, so you should have a little time to type out more this time than last.  Please remember the guidelines about acceptable tweets, as opposed to inappropriate comments.  If you have any hateful or inappropriate comments directed at you, do not take the bait and alert us immediately.  Do not tweet that you made the show until we reveal it at the end of the show.  And you don’t have to answer every tweet.  If they ask personal questions, you may answer at your discretion, but we do have your profile pages going up tomorrow, so you can direct them to check that out tomorrow.”

“Alright, we have to excuse ourselves but our tech guru and his assistant is back to help you again,” Jesse added.

Jacob walked into the room, his eyes focused on Rachel.  He waved tentatively.  “Alright, everybody.  We have 12 laptops, so we will have to disperse them to the girls first, because their footage is first.   After your footage is over, you might want to pass it on.  A few of the guys that tweeted from the crew and band are here once again to tweet to keep the audience in suspense until the last moment, so make sure that you don’t reveal anything about any of the current contestants until it has been announced if someone made the show or not.  Regarding Noah Puckerman, he composed a tweet before he left, which Lauren will post  for him.  No one else is to tweet about his departure.  Understood?”  The contestants nodded, and the laptops were dispersed among the girls.  

Dueling Duets- Rachel Berry:

Hello again.  My performance is coming up, so I wanted to let you know that I was already here, ready to chat.  

Dueling Duets- Rachel Berry:

I bet that you are curious about what I chose to sing.

-SantanaLopez reply @ Rachel Berry:

And I’ll take that bet that most people don’t care.

Pendleton reply @ Santana Lopez:

I don’t.  I’m here for all of the hotties.

-GerberbabyHarmony reply @ Santana Lopez:

Yeah!  Bring on the cutie with the triangle eyebrows and the cute bowties

-Skank Shelia reply @ Santana Lopez:

and the hottie with the auburn hair and blue, green, gray eyes.

--Skank Ronnie reply @ Skank Shelia:

Both gay!  Remember!

--Skank Shelia reply @ Skank Ronnie:

Yeah, whatever! They are probably just saying that so that we won’t hassle them.  

Dueling Duets- Rachel Berry:

Kurt was my roommate.  Trust me.  It’s not a put on.  He’s perfect gold star gay.  

-LittleSunShine reply@  Rachel Berry:

Well, shoot.  

Dueling Duets- Tina Cohen Chang:

Sorry ladies.  They both said they were gay to me.  But I get it.  I thought they were both attractive too.  

--LittleSunshine reply @ Tina Cohen Chang:

I bet they’d make a cute couple.  They are so adorable!

--GerberBabyHarmony reply @ LittleSunshine:

I’d ship them.  Awwww!

--AdamsApple reply @ GerberBabyHarmony:

It is my recollection from last night’s tweets  that contestants can’t date one another.  Pity!

--LittleSunshine reply @ LittleSunshine:

Well, shoot!  :-(  Both such cuties.  

--AdamsApple reply @ GerberBabyHarmony:

I’d have to disagree.  Kurt is gorgeous!  The other one looks a little too much like a pigmy for my taste.

Pendleton reply @ AdamsApple:

Gel-ous much!  Get it, because of all of the gel.  :-)

Dueling Duets- Rachel Berry:

Anyways, back to the performances.  Though I have to say my performance of “It’s All Coming Back to Me Now” was unmatched.

Mercedes Jones reply @ Rachel Berry:

Oh, Hell to the No girl.   Let the tweeters decided.  

-- BeatricefutureDuetsStar@ Mercedes Jones:

Your performance on last night’s show was amazing.  I can’t wait to see what song you do.

-- BeatricefutureDuetsStar@ Mercedes Jones:

I want to be on the show so bad.   I practiced all summer long.  I didn’t make it past the first round.

-- BeatricefutureDuetsStar@ Mercedes Jones:

Any advice?

Mercedes Jones reply @ BeatriceFutureDuetsStar:

Practice everyday.  Join a glee club or choir and surround yourself with other passionate people.

--Rachel Berry reply @ BeatriceFutureDuetsStar:

I agree with Mercedes.  Pick a few great songs, and practice, practice, practice.

Rachel Berry reply @ BeatriceFutureDuetsStar:

-- I used to post performances on Myspace and Youtube.

--Mercedes Jones reply @ Rachel Berry:

She wasn’t asking you.

Dueling Duets- Mercedes Jones:

However, Rachel isn’t wrong.  It’s important to have some great songs in your wheelhouse.  

Dueling Duets- Mercedes Jones:

-That’s why I picked Ain’t No Way by my idol, Aretha Franklin for this final performance.

-LittleSunShine reply@  Mercedes Jones:

You sound incredible.  I bet you would sound great on Beyonce songs too.  

Kurt sat quietly on the couch and watched some of the tweets shoot across the screen.   He was so caught up in the show, that he didn’t even realize that someone had sat down right beside him.  “Hey Kurt,” the dark haired boy said as he patted Kurt’s knee.

“Oh hey, Kurt squealed a little louder than he meant.  

“I heard the exciting news.  You’re back on the show.  That’s great!  I missed you so much!” Blaine smiled, engulfing Kurt in a hug.

“I missed you too.  I’m excited,” Kurt squeaked.  ”Although I am a little worried about the duet.  Finn is great, but I’m no rock and roller.

“I beg to differ.  You were quite the rock star the other night,” Elliott responded, walking over to Kurt.

“Hey Elliott,” Blaine smiled.  “What’s this about Rockstar Kurt?”

“Oh, Kurt and I did a duet the other night.  A song called Rockstar.  And Kurt was fantastic.”

“But of course he was.  Kurt is fabulous.  Although, I’ve never heard him sing a rock song before.  I’m kinda jealous,” Blaine pouted.

“Oh, I think everyone was jealous, after he swung around that pole like that,” Sugar blurted, pulling out her phone.  “It was pretty hot!”

Blaine cocked his eyebrows.  “Wait, what?”

“For real, Ladylips?” asked Santana, nearly dropping the Laptop., “You on a stripper pole?  I didn’t know you had it in you.  You just gave off this baby penguin vibe.”

“No baby penguin here, honey.    Just look at this hotness!”  Unique said, scrolling through each picture on Sugar’s phone.   Apparently the idea of Kurt getting his stripper act on was more intriguing than the show, and Jacob had to tell the girls to focus.

“Oops, I gotta tweet, baby.  There’s just a few more if you just want to hand Sugar her phone back when you are done.

“Damn, Kurt!”  Blaine chuckled.   “I thought you said you were uncomfortable with sexy.  You certainly have me fooled,” Blaine chuckled nervously as he scrolled through the pictures of the sweet, innocent boy that he was crushing on so much.  Although in those pictures, there was nothing angelic at all.  They was absolutely sinful.    Damn those photos.  Blaine crossed his legs trying once again to conceal his lust for the now blushing boy beside him.  He noted how Elliott was even more flirty toward him than usual.  He tried to shrug it off.  Elliott flirted with everyone, right?  

That was, until he scrolled to the final picture.  Without saying a word, Blaine sat the phone on the couch arm, stood up, and walked out of the room.  

“I wonder what that was about? He seemed upset.” Elliott chuckled, until he lifted the phone and saw what had caused the reaction.  “Um Kurt, did you look at the final photo?” Elliott asked nervously.

“No, why?” Kurt answered, but he didn’t need an answer.  On the screen in front of him was a photo of he and Elliott, lips interlocked in a searing kiss.  The phone slipped out of Kurt’s hand as a look of sheer panic spread across his face.

“Crap!  Blaine!” Kurt called.  “Blaine wait!” He yelled, running after him.