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[ Our model Kurt Hummel wears Alexander McQueen pyjama pants in "dark denim", a loose plain white tshirt from Urban Outfitters, and thick grey knitted socks. In fact, he looks a lot like he just climbed out of a bed in a fashion catalogue. But a little more distressed: he's pressing a hand to his temple, his lips tight and his eyes shut. ]

[ But he opens them to look at the Forge: not an accidental broadcast after all. His high, feminine voice is petulant. ]

Great. Just great. I hope you're happy, whoever you are.

[ One hand gestures down the length of his body as if to indicate his headstrong dissatisfaction with his current attire. ]

Next time you decide to drug me and kidnap me to some sleazy motel, couldja at least let me pack a change of clothes?

[ He folds his arms, scowling, and lifts his upturned nose. ]

I don't know if this is because of my father or sectionals or some sort of ... creepy ... sex ... thing, but you have officially ruined the most perfect night of my life, and no amount of retro-design cellphones or wrinkle-removal creme is going to fix it.

[ An ugh noise, and under his breath: ]

At least Christine Daaé got singing lessons out of the deal.

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I have been plucked from the loving embrace of my sleeping boyfriend and left in a strange city in my pyjamas and you're telling me not to take it personally?

[ He takes a deep breath, looks up at the ceiling, blinks twice, his folded arms looking more like a pathetic self-hug at this point. ]

I couldn't have ended up on fantasy island instead? This sucks.

You think that's bad? Try going through all that when it's your own mother who's doing the plucking and abandoning. That's personal.

[ All right, so their situations are a little different, but Andrew's not going to pity this guy just yet. Or ever. ]

Besides, according to this one guy I met there's a chance that people you know could be here, so. You never know.

[ Although he wouldn't exactly want Justin to join him here, would he. Not if there are really monsters and people who steal penises. ]

[ His mother's dead, but Kurt isn't comfortable sharing that information just to play the one-up game, so he just gives a little huff, unimpressed. ]

My friend says there are five other people from my school here, including Blaine, so I suppose that's something.

[ I sense a falling out if Kurt ever hears Andrew's been lying about his own mother being dead too tbh. ]

Yeah, Blaine was the guy I talked to. The Nicest of the Nice Guys?

[ Andrew rolls his eyes, hardly enthusiastic. Sorry bb he doesn't know you're dating ...

Not that it'd change much. ]

Good for you then, right?

He's a sweetheart.

[ And he says it fondly, but his eyes narrow, as though trying to assess if Andrew is a threat — because he doesn't like Blaine, or because he likes him too much... after Sebastian, Kurt has learnt to scope. But he comes up blank. ]

Good for me. Five friends, no mall, and a long blog post about the various inconveniences and horrible ways to die.

[ Andrew just rolls his eyes. ]

Yeah, okay, I take it back. Everything's really shitty and we're probably all going to end up dead.

—Welcome to Anatole, I guess.

Thanks. I guess.

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