I am a Gleek
I'LL CHANGE THIS THEME, WAIT PLEASE.

I am a Gleek

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REBLOG IF YOU LOVE HEATHER MORRIS

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Reblog if you love Naya Rivera.

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‘I made it.’

‘I made it.’

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haleydunphy:


“I can’t believe you made me do this again. This is like our fiftieth time Kurt, it’s becoming a sickness.” Kurt laughed “Oh, please we don’t do it that often, it’s been what? Two or three weeks-” “The store’s guard has been your gym buddy for three years now and he’s one of our closest friends.” They both laughed and kept on watching the streetwalkers passing by in a hurry with their blackberries and suitcases without even granting them a second glance. That was the one of the greatest things about New York, you could dress up like Audrey Hepburn and stand in the middle of the street that nobody, with the exception of a few annoying tourists, is going to bother you. 
But to be honest, right now Kurt and Rachel needed nothing more than to be noticed, they were having a really tough time getting any kind of work after college. Rachel even auditioned for a job as a singing restaurant hostess, there were 35 girls after the same job, all of them who could sing (slightly worse) like her and with the looks of a dutch model and the height of Michael Jordan. So yeah, she didn’t get it. That was probably one of the worst things about New York: too many people. Too many people on the street, on the subway, too many people wanting to break into show business. “I just really needed this today, you know. Needed to clear my head, feel a little glamourous and good and uh-” Kurt seemed speechless for a moment as he stared into the street. Rachel sighed “I know Kurt, I’m sorry that audition didn’t work out. At least you got a call back, that hasn’t happen to me in quite a few weeks now… I’m starting to think about calling my parents, ask them to wire us some money, what do you think?” Kurt made a soft agreement noise “Cause that’s our only option right now, don’t you think? I mean, you know how I feel about asking them but even if I take my part time job as a waitress at Joe’s back, our rent still won’t be taken care of-” “Oh… wow, mamma mia” Rachel looked at her friend again only to see him still staring at the same spot he was before. “Kurt, were you even listening?” “Yeah… money, sadness, rent, blah, waitress, parents, life sucks, blah. Check out the hottie in the bike, with the shaved head and the leather jacket. Thank you, New York”. Kurt yelled that last part up to the sky, and as she turned to look at the biker Rachel immediately noticed something very familiar about his face, but she couldn’t quite place it. And yes, he was indeed extremely handsome, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, not really Rachel’s type though… too much of a “bad boy” for her. When the light turned green and the biker rode away in front of them it was like a switch turned something on in her brain, she actually knew that guy, she knew him very well. But it wasn’t he, was he? It couldn’t be, he was too different and it didn’t make any sense for him to be here. “Kurt was that…” and as she looked at her best friend she saw her own expression mirrored in his face as he completed her sentence with the same shocked tone as hers “Noah Puckerman?”.

haleydunphy:

“I can’t believe you made me do this again. This is like our fiftieth time Kurt, it’s becoming a sickness.” Kurt laughed “Oh, please we don’t do it that often, it’s been what? Two or three weeks-” “The store’s guard has been your gym buddy for three years now and he’s one of our closest friends.” They both laughed and kept on watching the streetwalkers passing by in a hurry with their blackberries and suitcases without even granting them a second glance. That was the one of the greatest things about New York, you could dress up like Audrey Hepburn and stand in the middle of the street that nobody, with the exception of a few annoying tourists, is going to bother you.

But to be honest, right now Kurt and Rachel needed nothing more than to be noticed, they were having a really tough time getting any kind of work after college. Rachel even auditioned for a job as a singing restaurant hostess, there were 35 girls after the same job, all of them who could sing (slightly worse) like her and with the looks of a dutch model and the height of Michael Jordan. So yeah, she didn’t get it. That was probably one of the worst things about New York: too many people. Too many people on the street, on the subway, too many people wanting to break into show business. “I just really needed this today, you know. Needed to clear my head, feel a little glamourous and good and uh-” Kurt seemed speechless for a moment as he stared into the street. Rachel sighed “I know Kurt, I’m sorry that audition didn’t work out. At least you got a call back, that hasn’t happen to me in quite a few weeks now… I’m starting to think about calling my parents, ask them to wire us some money, what do you think?” Kurt made a soft agreement noise “Cause that’s our only option right now, don’t you think? I mean, you know how I feel about asking them but even if I take my part time job as a waitress at Joe’s back, our rent still won’t be taken care of-” “Oh… wow, mamma mia” Rachel looked at her friend again only to see him still staring at the same spot he was before. “Kurt, were you even listening?” “Yeah… money, sadness, rent, blah, waitress, parents, life sucks, blah. Check out the hottie in the bike, with the shaved head and the leather jacket. Thank you, New York”. Kurt yelled that last part up to the sky, and as she turned to look at the biker Rachel immediately noticed something very familiar about his face, but she couldn’t quite place it. And yes, he was indeed extremely handsome, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, not really Rachel’s type though… too much of a “bad boy” for her. When the light turned green and the biker rode away in front of them it was like a switch turned something on in her brain, she actually knew that guy, she knew him very well. But it wasn’t he, was he? It couldn’t be, he was too different and it didn’t make any sense for him to be here. “Kurt was that…” and as she looked at her best friend she saw her own expression mirrored in his face as he completed her sentence with the same shocked tone as hers “Noah Puckerman?”.

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