In fact-"Thad knelt on the floor, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing it at his eyes, "I still do.
So, I hope you'll pick me to be your wife again."And then he started to sob into his handkerchief. Thad, who was most definitely the most composed and formal member of the council, (because, honestly?
Who else speaks like they're in a Shakespearian play? Blaine took one of Thad's hands, patting it gently."How touching." Professor Reinstein dabbed at his own eyes, "Now, for our very own English, Jane Seymour!
Anywho, this was inspired by an irl situation people. But who cares about them (lolthen Iwouldn'texisttttttt.)"Alright! Talking about a horny king who killed his wives when he found someone prettier and more boy-producing was much better. (They had to have their seats moved away from each other, imagine that? That person should then report to the front of the room."The brunette sighed, making his way to the other four boys in his group.
On the upside, they stopped learning about how all knights in medieval times basically pillaged villages and raped woman. Though, Kurt swore he saw Blaine's shoulders twitch, which he was sure was a sign of silent laughter. (And Wes and his antics were promptly "forgotten".)"Alright, alright, settle down boys."Oddly enough, it seemed as if the man only had eyes for Wes and David when he said this, who had been making silly faces at each other from across the room. So, get into your groups and quickly revise your essays on your Queen or King – then pick somebody to represent your group.
After all, who knows what could happen with our backs turned, analyzing something that was already set in stone, when we had a malleable future ahead of us, waiting to be shaped and sculpted. "Said boy clenched his fist and closed his eyes in an attempt to ignore the ever-growing annoyance that was Wes Leung."What? How everyone else ignored these two buffoons (Wes and David, not Kurt.) was beyond him.
I should be working on fics that need updates (specially my other fandom's – they've been so ignored lolsob). Trust me, Wes did that once.""Why am I not surprised? " Professor Reinstein chuckled, "Now, to decide the course of bachelorettes, I'd like for each of you to come over here and pick a number out of this hat."One by one, each of the "bachelorettes" reached into a hat that Reinstein had whipped out from… with his body structure.) and pulled out a folded piece of paper."What'd you get, Kurt? I, however, being the amazing person I am, got first, just like with marriage.""I got sixth." Kurt smiled – it was great, especially from a competition point-of-view."Our first bachelorette is… "The class clapped politely as Wes rose, raising his hands above his head and doing a "rock on" sign.
Kurt tried to ignore David and Wes' laughter as he stepped to the front of the room. Blaine, Kurt (obviously), Wes, David, Thad, Jeff, and… Just put on a good front, and you could be singing 'twinkle, twinkle, little star' for all he'd care.
Aside from "Twitchy", the other guys were all decidedly bigger than him – Neanderthal material, if you will. And everybody knew about the rivalry between Lasaile and Quincey Houses. Of course luck has it that he's stuck with them, being on Quincey. " Professor Reinstein strode to the side of the room, eyeing the "candidates" for whatever they were going to do…The candidates, who were all, in fact, Warblers. This will basically decide whether he likes you or not.
Good confidence builder and all that."Kurt opened his mouth to argue (because it was a natural reaction for him), but closed it and shrugged."Alright."He should've made a comment about how he didn't need confidence because he had plenty of it already, or how the twitchy kid in their group would be in more need of a boost than he, (the kid on debate, supposedly.) but he decided against it. ""Oh my Gaga, this isn't happening…" Kurt muttered, face flushing when Blaine meekly raised his hand. "Blaine struck his most dapper pose, throwing on an unfairly charming smile before sitting down in a computer chair."Now, your Majesty, tell us what you'd like to see in a your future Queen…"The fact that Blaine could describe "himself" as ridiculously horny made Kurt die a little. David must've seen his expression, because soon enough, he was explaining,"It's like Wes said before, it's all about show to Reinstein, besides his blatant favoritism.
David booed."My dearest Henry…" Wes began, in an awful Spanish accent..)"Very good, very good," Professor Reinstein showed no ill will to the handsy gestures between the two boys, "Next up – the motherly Catherine Paar!
"Thad, whose hands were slipped casually inside his pant pockets, strolled over to Blaine and politely bowed his head.