Ohio wasn't exactly the most interesting place on Earth. Or the friendliest, at that. In fact, if you asked 18-year-old Kurt Hummel, he'd say it was rather tedious. His best friend Rachel (or as everyone liked to call her, mini Barbara Streisand) wouldn't disagree.
It was another slow day in Lima, and it wasn't the least bit amusing.
The most entertaining thing one could possible say about this day was that it was sunny outside. Sunlight peeked through the windows of the Lima Bean. Gleaming right into Kurt's eyes.
He lifted his right hand to shield his glasz eyes, glaring slightly at the girl seated across from him who sat in the shaded side of the table. Kurt nudged her foot under the table.
"Rachel." He hissed at her.
Said girl innocently looked up at him with a clear, small smirk playing on her lips from where she pulled away from her coffee cup. It wasn't her fault that he decided to get the coffee this time. It also wasn't her fault that they picked a two person table and there was no space left for him to move under the shade.
Acting as if she didn't already know why he was upset, set her drink down and replied, "Yes? What is it?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. He nodded in the direction of the window. "You know what."
Rachel smiled, obviously amused at his annoyance. She set her coffee aside and leaned forward, making Kurt raise an eyebrow at her. "I have a proposition for you." She said in a hushed tone.
"Does this proposition include me and you switching spots?" He questioned.
She nodded happily. Kurt sighed.
"Okay, Ms. Berry. What exactly did you want me to do for you? Sing a duet with you? Convince the others to let you have another solo?" Kurt inquired on.
Frowning, Rachel shook her head. "No and no."
Kurt opened h...
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... in hushed voices and looking like they were in a very important and deep conversation.
Kurt studied them for a while, eying their navy blue blazers and their red and blue striped ties.
Warblers.
He recognized them immediately. Their private school looks gave them away. As did a few of the boys. Kurt remembered them from last year, when they competed against them.
He looked away almost immediately after one of them snapped his head up and stared back at him.
Kurt found himself looking at one of the baristas.
"Hello there," the lady said cheerfully. A bit too cheerfully for such a dull day. "Sorry 'bout that, we got one of own in the back giving his own performance to the rest of the staff. Anyways," she waved her hand off. "What can I get you?"
Kurt smiled politely back at her. "I know this sounds a bit weird, but my friend wants a lactose free glass of milk."
His eyes passes over the new men and he stopped. He glanced coldly at George and then at
“It’s okay, I’m sure you will get more food soon! Try and look on the bright side.” Nellie said patting her on the back.
"One whiskey for me 'an my friend" he muttered, sliding his glass across the counter towards the bartender.
Although, this video does not specifically show the communication between both parties. The only segment on the family pertain to Peter’s humming habitats when he is happy about something.
...e talking to each other in this scene, but in some situations they can break the fourth wall and address the audience.
at me with those piercing eyes and huge grin. He said, "Oh, I'm just trying to
I didn’t answer. I could hear his deep concern in his voice. I felt bad however, I didn't want to deal with all of them right now. I turned over to face the wall so that they hopefully got the message.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was at golf practice. It was a gorgeous day. The sun was out, there was just a slight breeze, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. No one could have asked for a better day.
Carpenter looked from the bartender to George then at the walls covered in photos of rockets and stars and galaxies. "How about the truth?"
“The pots are stuffed with all of your favorite foods. What would you like to drink?”
“Yes girl!” As I we walked towards the kitchen, we passed by Alex who was putting together the babies crib in the living room. Carmon poured me a glass of Chardonnay and replied,
It had partially been his fault too. If he hadn't made her so mad, she wouldn't have jokingly gotten the knife out of the kitchen drawer. 'I'm going to kill you', she had said. But she didn't really mean it. Did she? Their argument got more heated, until he was screaming at her. And then he hit her. She was too shocked to say anything. He had always been so gentle. She stared at him for a minute, and then he turned around to leave.
It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue and there
It was a beautiful day like any other with the clear blue sky and the