#Everyone loves Kurt (he's a taxi man :3)

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Coffee and a Wedding (Chapter 12- The End)

Here we are Loves, we've reached the end. I'd like to just take a moment to say Thank You to everyone. Thank You to the long time readers who have jumped with be between characters. Thank You to the new readers who I've watched discover my older works while waiting on updates. Thank You to the new readers whom I may never see again.

This series has been a adventure and I want to thank everyone for going on it with me. It was a adventure in playing with a new writing style, playing with a new type of story. And to think, it all started with the idea of a trope filled on shot for two friends’ birthdays.

There is always something bitter sweet to me about a series ending and with the end of the year near, I find myself looking back at how far I've come. I've finished Silent Song this year. I started and finished Clover and Lace. I finished The Things You Find (In The Rain). And now, I've finished Coffee and a Wedding as well.

I want to thank everyone who donated to the Kofi or cheered me on while I raised funds to go to NYC for my birthday. I want to thank @winterisakiller and @tnystrk-exe who supplied so very many tropes to this tropefest.

Here it is- a special Monday night treat. Chapter 12, about nine hours early. 

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Chapter 12:

Morning came with a pounding headache and too bright sun. I couldn’t think and I wanted to drink the whole of the ocean, salt be damned. But that would mean moving and moving was something I didn’t want to do. Moving was going to hurt in so many different ways. I swear to God, I am never going to drink again. Not a drop. But that’s what everyone says when confronted with a hangover, right?

Speaking of hurting, everything ached. I fought to right my brain through the fog of the hangover and sleep. I was beyond comfortable, at least I had that much going for me. I was naked, I realized, and pressed against Clint. He was also naked.  

His arms were draped around me. My head rested on his chest and shifted slightly with every deep breath he took. The room smelled of stale air and sex. I could feel the dried evidence of the night before on my thighs but my mind couldn’t wrap around what that meant at the moment. Though I knew it was something.

My leg was hooked over his, bent and riding up his thigh. I could feel him resting against it. My hand rested on his chest and even though I was still foggy at best, I couldn’t resist the urge to run my hand over the muscles. One of Clint’s hands rested low on my hip and the other wrapped around my rib cage. His thumb rested under the swell of my breast.  

I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay here forever and never face reality again. But that wasn’t an option. The game was coming to a close. Once we got on the plane today, it was all over. He would go back to only being my boss. I would go back to only being an employee. And I’d be okay with that, somehow. I had to be okay with that, somehow.  

This shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t have let this happen. It was a mistake. I untangled myself from the sheets and Clint’s arms. He groaned and shifted, throwing his arm over his eyes.  

“It’s not morning yet.” He whined. “Come back.”  

“Need to shower.” I grumbled, “Go back to sleep.”

I looked passively around the room after slipping on Clint’s shirt. Something to cover myself was better than nothing. The bottle of wine was never even opened. The dress Clint had spent so much money on was in a crumpled heap on the floor along with his suit. His blazer was wet, having soaked up the ice from the bucket as it melted overnight.

After grabbing a change of clothes, I slipped into the bathroom. I’d not seen anything in the trashcan in the lobby and the trashcan in here was empty too. It dawned on me how stupid we were. That’s what I felt dried on my thighs.  

Did we talk about it? I couldn’t remember but that didn’t mean we didn’t. It also didn’t mean that we did. Would it be rude to ask now? Was it too late? I mean, let’s be real- Clint’s too responsible to have anything?

I cranked the shower on and used the hot water to wash away as much of my worries as I could. I wasn’t worried about a pregnancy- I had gotten a IUD a few years prior but still. By the time I was out of the shower, I had decided not to worry about things. I felt pretty sure that Clint wouldn’t have given me anything, he was generally responsible, right? I mean, sure this was his mistake as much as mine but still.  

By the time I finished washing and dried, Clint had pulled himself out of the bed. He was making coffee in nothing but a pair of shorts when I came out. I had all my things from the bathroom balanced on a towel.  

“Coffee’s hot.”  

“Thanks. Shower’s free.” I said as if it wasn’t obvious.  

“Thanks, Babe.” I ignored him and shoved my few toiletries into the clear travel bag. Of course, Clint noticed and asked, “You okay?”

“Fine. Just tired. Not looking forward to the flight.” I lied.  

“Yeah- I could sleep for a year.” Clint nodded only to groan and rub his head. “Here.” He handed me a cup of coffee, doctored to my liking and smiled at me with warmth in his eyes. “I’ll jump in the shower. Check out is in almost two hours.”

“Right. I’ll get packing.”  

~~~~~<3

With a hangover between us, there was a blessed silence while we rode in the taxi. He listened as I talked, worked my way through idea after idea as to how I would tell my family that our fake relationship ended.  

“I could just tell them that everyone put too much pressure on us.” I decided. “Too much judgment. Too many snide comments. Questions.” I decided. Sometimes simple was better and honestly, if we had a real relationship during this trip it would be a fair reason for it to end. It was hard to ignore all the wonderful things Clint had said when he defended me.

“Okay.” He said.  

After a few minutes of silently chewing at my lip, I gave up. “Thank you.” I said. “For putting up with it. For all the drama, trouble. For Matt. You’re almost off the hook and I promise I won’t put you in this position again.”

“I could,” He softly spoke. “put up with it. I mean, for longer.”

“But you don’t have to.” I laughed though I wanted to cry. “Lucky you.”

“And if I wanted too?” I wasn’t sure if I heard him right. I mean, what did that even mean?

“We need to go.” I said instead when the taxi came to a stop. I could see mom getting out of the taxi a few cars in front of us. I didn’t want to talk to her. I didn’t want to see her. I didn’t want to pretend anymore. I wanted to get home and cry.  

There was a crack of thunder as Clint opened the taxi door. As I put my foot on the asphalt, the sky opened up. Torrential rains fell from the sky. Yep, that was how my day was going to go.

Clint wrestled the bags out of the trunk and made quick work of checking them in at the curbside baggage drop. I hardly made it out of the cab before he was offering me his hand with a bright smile. In the distance behind him, I could see more and Kurt making their way inside the airport. They looked as tired as I felt. I didn’t think they were paying us any attention.  

Still, Clint wasn’t one to take a chance. He pulled me to him and we danced, spinning in the rain. My clothes and hair were quickly soaking up the water, as was his but he didn’t seem to care.  

It took a bit for me to give in. But after a few dips, twists and turns he had be smiling at him. I couldn’t help laughing as people watched him pull me into a kiss.  

“Get a room.” Someone shouted and I realized it was Kurt.  

I had no idea when he and Mom made their way back outside the airport but at some point they did. I rolled my eyes and stepped away from Clint. He didn’t let go of my hand though. I guess the act was back on.  

“I’ll call when we get back to the city.” I promised though I knew already that I was more likely going to text them and call it good enough.

“You better.” Mom demanded.

~~~~~<3

I was beyond glad to get off the airplane. The moment we took off, I focused on trying to sleep. Clint seemed to do the same and both of us dozed most of the long flight. Now that we had our bags and my legs were moving, I felt much better. My head was clearer and my heart heavier.

“About last night.” Clint blurted out as we walked by a Starbucks in the airport. I didn’t want to talk about this. I didn’t want to acknowledge this. I didn’t want to give voice to the demon for fear I’d make it real. But he had to go and bring it up.  

“It’s fine.” I said, putting on the bravest face I had. “I’m going to go grab a taxi and get home. I’ll see you Monday?”  

“Wait a second?” Clint looked between the cafe and me. I smiled and shook my head. “We should talk about it- I mean we-”

“No, it’s fine. We were drunk. It’s whatever. And… I think I want to be alone for a little bit. I haven’t been since we left for the trip, you know?” I didn’t wait for him to answer. “I’ll see you Monday.” I smiled as bright as I could and walked away with a wave.  

When Clint didn’t follow me, I breathed a heavy breath. It took everything I had to hold myself together. I could close my eyes and still see the weight of everything as it settled on his shoulders. He didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve to carry with him knowing that he got drunk and had sex with his college age employee. He deserved better than that. He was a good man and a good boss.  

“Wait!” Clint’s voice had the amazing ability to carry over distances.  

I hadn’t thought anything of the sound of running feet- people run in airports. His voice was what made me turn and look. He skidded to a stop in front of me, no coffee in his hands.  

“What, Clint?”

“I like you.” He blurted out. “Maybe could even love you.”  

“Stop.” It was hard to keep from yelling. His mouth snapped shut. “I am tired. You’re tired. We just spent a whole trip pretending to be in love. We got drunk and had sex. It’s fine. Yeah, I’m young but I’m a big girl. I can handle it. Don’t worry. Just- go home and rest before you feel pressured into making promises or say things you don’t mean.”

“What?” He looked deflated. I told myself it was just that he was tired. He was wound up, thinking he had to do something- to be something for me because the night before.  

I said, “I’ll see you Monday.” and turned.  

The heels of my boots echoed against the tiles. It felt like the airport was empty and that I was alone yet people moved all around us as I walked away. I didn’t dare to look back, not directly. Instead I used a window as I walked by. It was just reflective enough to see Clint standing where I left him, rooted in place and my heart broke. That was the instant I decided that I wouldn’t see him on Monday. I couldn’t do this. I thought I could but I cant.  

~~~~~<3

Somehow, I managed to make it home before breaking down. Even as tears dripped from my chin, I texted mom that we made it home just fine. I told her we had a blast on the trip. She told me of how Sarah had made a scene at the wedding not long after we left. She was wine drunk and screamed at the groomsmen. Matt had to take her back to the hotel room early.  

It turned out, Sarah had changed her flight and left not long after we were in the air. She was on a single ticket, leaving Matt behind on the island. What that meant for them or their future was anyone’s guess. While Mom held onto hope that they would work things out. She had hope that Sarah could still accomplish her dreams of going back to school with financial security, I had other ideas. I hoped that it meant that Sarah would file for an annulment and move far away from Matt.  

I spent the weekend unpacking. The dress Clint purchased was hung with care in my closet, still needing a trip to the dry cleaners. I hardly left the apartment except for running to the corner store for more wine, more chips and most importantly- ice cream. By the time classes resumed, I planned to not even fit into the cursed dress from the wedding. It wasn’t exactly a healthy coping method but it tasted good at least.

Monday morning came with much dread. I hadn’t heard from Clint all weekend but I hadn’t expected to… But I wanted to. I wanted him to blow up my phone. I wanted him to prove to me he cared. I wanted him to show me I was wrong. I wanted my fairy tale.  

But I���m not a child anymore. I don’t get fairy tales. I don’t get fairy tale endings. I get to get wine drunk before four in the afternoon. I get to ignore my phone all morning. I get to block the cafe’s number. I get to block the other supervisors.

By Wednesday morning and my third missed shift, Mr. Barton started calling. Then he texts, wanting to know if everything was alright. Did he do anything wrong? Was I sick? Did I need anything? Finally, he asked for me to just talk to him. I had to answer, somehow. I had to tell him something.  

“Mr. Barton, I quit.”  

I sent the text with my breath held. I watched with baited breath as the read receipt changed from ‘unread’ to ‘read’. The screen changed to reflect an incoming call from the last person I wanted to talk to. After rejecting the call, I made quick work of blocking the last connecting to Arrowhead cafe.

~~~~~<3

Somehow, I managed to survive until Saturday. I busied myself during my last free week before classes with looking for a new job. Nothing seemed right but I applied with as many positions as I could. I needed something.  

Outside, rain poured down in sheets and thunder cracked. Wind whistled down the street and between the buildings. Part of me wondered if power would hold out for the rest of the night. It wouldn’t be the first time this shitty apartment lost power due to a storm and it wouldn’t be the last.  

When the pounding started at my door, I almost jumped out of my skin. At first, I wasn’t going to answer. I was riding a nice buzz from the wine and had worked myself a nice sized crater into the tub of Chocolate ice cream I had been nibbling. When the pounding didn’t stop, I had no choice but to slip off the windowsill I had curled up in.  

I didn’t think about it what I was wearing as I walked to the door but god, I wish I did. All I knew was the pounding wasn’t stopping and it was almost one in the morning. I didn’t want to open the door without looking through the peep hole but then the last voice I ever wanted to hear came bellowing through the door.  

“Alexis!” No. No, not home. Go away. Maybe if I pretended to be asleep? “I just want to talk. To make sure you’re alright.”  

“I’m fine, Mr. Barton.” I tried so hard to sound fine too.  

“So I’m ‘Mr. Barton’ now?” He sounded tired and I wondered if it was my fault. Maybe he was having to work extra to pick up my slack. Maybe no one could pick up my shifts. It didn’t matter, though. “Let me in. Let’s talk.”

“Go home. There’s nothing to talk about.” I yelled through the door.

“I’ll stay out here all damn night then! Yelling. You’re neighbors are sure to notice. Maybe someone will call the cops. Want to see what happens?” Oh man, that was a low move. I scrunched my eyes closed and swallowed the urge to scream.  

Instead I yanked open the door and reached out, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him inside. The door slammed shut behind him. “That’s not fucking fair.”

“Do you ever wear pants at home?” Clint asked, looking at me than running his hand through his hair and looking away. Right. Boyshorts and a large tee. Why can’t I just be allowed to die. “Doesn’t matter.” He decided as I crossed my arms over my chest.  

“What do you want?” I snapped.  

“To know why you just up and quit!” He snapped back. “Everything was great and then we got back and you’re just-” He flung his hands out when he couldn’t find the word he wanted.  

“Fuck you.” I snarled.

“You did. Or rather. I fucked you and you just-”

“Yes. You fucked me! How could I go back to the cafe after that? Pretending like none of this happened?!”

“I asked if you were sure!” He snapped back before taking a calming breath and running his hands down his too pale face. “Look. We were drunk. I was drunk. But if you didn’t want to- you could have said ‘no’ and I would have stopped in a heartbeat. I’m not- I don’t want to be that kind of man. I never wanted to take advantage of you.”

“You didn’t. I wanted it.” I grumbled the words. This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have but dammit I couldn’t let him think even for a moment that I hadn’t been on board with what was happening that night.  

“Then what’s the problem?!” Clint’s voice was climbing again.

“I didn’t plan on you going to the wedding. I didn’t plan on spending so much time with you. I didn’t plan to fall in love with you. I didn’t plan any of this, so leave. Just go so I can get over you in peace. Alright? I don’t need-”

“Look- I know you’re pissed off at me right now. I know I showed up unannounced and made a scene. But I think you just said ‘I didn’t plan to fall in love with you’ and I really need you to rewind.”

“I… wait- what?” I didn’t say that. I couldn’t have. Did I? Fucking wine and ice cream.

“Alexis- are you in love with me?” Clint stepped closer.  

“What? No. Why would I-?” I couldn’t find the words to properly dig myself out of this. “Look- I just didn’t want to make things hard for you, to put your reputation at risk or anything. It’s bad enough what you had to go through last week.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” At least he wasn’t yelling anymore.

“Because I didn’t- You don’t feel the same way, you couldn’t- I’m me and you’re you. So why get hurt?”

“I don’t feel the same way?” Clint’s face was blank and I nodded. “Jesus Christ- I told you, I tried to tell you- what do I have to do to make you see?!” He snapped. So much for the yelling being done.  

“See what?!” I stomped my foot. How very adult of me.  

Clint reached out and snagged a hand around my waist. There was nothing I could do to stop myself from crashing into him. A hand tangled in my hair as he pushed his lips against mine. I was tense at first, unsure of what was happening.  

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the fact that this is what I’ve been wanting from the moment I got home but I eventually relaxed. The kiss turned soft and sweet as I ran my hands along his arms, up his chest and rested a hand against the side of his neck. Stubble scratched at my face and his breath fanned over me.  

“I love you too.” He whispered.

~~~~~<3

It’s been a few years now, and I still work at Arrowhead Coffee for a few hours on the weekends. The mornings where we opened the cafe together were some of my favorite times, even if he still occasionally flirted with the espresso machine. A girl can’t win every fight.  

The sun wasn’t even up yet but in an hour, it would start coloring the sky a little at a time. I still wasn’t really a morning person but this- this was worth it. I was surprised to see the cafe windows still dark. Clint normally at least had some lights on by now.  

As I got closer, I realized it wasn’t as dark as I thought. Inside the windows I could see little candles perched on each table. Firelight flickered and danced. Flowers were everywhere.  

When I slipped inside, I called for Clint. Soft music played over the speakers. I couldn’t help but laugh when he stepped out of the back. He was far overdressed with his smart suit for working in a cafe.  

“May I have this dance?” He asked as he drew closer.  

I realized, as I let myself be pulled along the flower petal covered floor that he was wearing the same suit he had worn that night, so long ago. I also realized that the flower petals were getting crushed, squished into the wood floor and that it wasn’t going to be fun to clean this up. Romantic gestures tended to be messy- they don’t show you that in the Lifetime Romcoms.  

The song came to an end and for a moment, Clint held me. There wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be. I couldn’t imagine being in the arms of anyone else. This was paradise. This was heaven.  

Clint stepped back and smiled, it was that soft smile that hinted at his lips but danced in his eyes- that smile he so rarely used for anyone or anything but me. I could imagine someday, Clint giving a baby that same smile as he rocked a tiny bundle in his arms.  

He sank down to one knee, completely ignoring how flower petals would be worked into his slacks. Reaching into his blazer pocket, he pulled out a box. It wasn’t black but it was velvet- a deep royal purple that matched the colors of the cafe. My breath stuck in my throat as I covered my mouth with my hand. It was a gesture I had made fun of countless times in movies and yet here I was, standing in the candle light doing that exact thing.  

“Alexis.” His voice was thick and heavy. It reminded me of how he sounded when he woke in the morning. “I can’t begin to say how much you mean to me. I thought it fitting, since everything started here that this should hopefully start here too. I first saw you here and I was captivated by your smile. This is where our fake relationship started. This is where I fell in love with you- far before you knew it. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. I could only nod, before he even got the box open. I was nodding so much that I probably looked like a bobble head. It didn’t matter because I launched myself in his arms, knocking us both to the ground and the box sliding along the floor.  

I didn’t care about rings. He could marry me with a string. “Yes.” I finally choked out, “I’ll marry you.”

~~~~~<3

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Duke Reviews: The Christmas Chronicles

Hi Everyone, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Where We Are Continuing Duke's Yultide Reviews...

And On Today's Show, We're Looking At Last Year's Gift To Us From Netflix, The Christmas Chronicles...

This Film Follows 2 Siblings Named Teddy And Kate Pierce Who Hatch A Scheme To Capture Santa Claus On Christmas Eve. But When Their Plan Goes Awry, The Kids Join Forces With Jolly Old Saint Nick (Played By Kurt Russell) And His Elves To Save Christmas Before It Is Too Late, Will They Succeed?

Let's Find Out As We Watch The Christmas Chronicles...

The Film Starts With Videos Of The Pierce Family Celebrating Christmas But That Was Then And This Is Now, As We See That The Youngest Of The Family, Katie Is Watching The Tapes While She Looks For A New One So She Can Send A Video Letter To Santa Claus...

But While Katie Makes Her Video, Her Brother Teddy Hits Her In The Head With A Shoe So He Can Take The Camera From Her, Saying That She Can't Believe That She's Making A Video Letter To Santa Claus As She's 11 Years Old Which Leads Teddy To Try To Tell Her That There Is No Santa Claus But Despite Being A Jerk, Teddy Decides To Instead Just Say That There's No Chance That Santa Will Watch Her Video As He Only Reads Handwritten Letters In The Mail...

Yeah, Katie, With The Way You're Going You're Going To Put S.D. Kruger Out Of A Job...

Look At That Happy Face! Do You Really Want To Make Him Sad By Making Him Obsolete, Of Course Not...

Going To Meet His Friends, Katie Tells Teddy That She's Coming With As He's Supposed To Be Watching Her But Instead He Dumps All Of The Fish Food Inside Of Her Fish Tank In An Attempt To Get Away...

Managing To Save Her Fish (I Guess, I Would Think That Getting Them Into Cups Of Water Would Take Longer Than That) Katie Follows Teddy To See Him And His Friends Carjacking A Car...

Confronting Teddy On It When He Gets Home, It Leads To A Fight Between The 2 That Knocks Over Their Family Picture And Their Christmas Tree But When Their Mother (Played By Father Of The Bride's Kimberly Williams Paisley) Returns Home Asking What Happened, Kate (While Telling The Truth At First) Lies For Teddy Saying That Teddy Pushed Her Into The Wall Knocking Over The Picture...

Mad At Her Kids For Not Getting Along, She Tells Teddy To Put Up The Tree And To Decorate It As Their Father Would Have Decorated By Now...

Yep, We're Going With The Old Father Figure Is Dead And Everyone Is Handling It Badly Routine..

Decorating Cookies With Kate, Mom Gets An Emergency Phone Call Telling Her That She Has To Handle The Night Shift At Her Job At The Hospital, Forcing Teddy To Babysit Kate For The Night...

Going Up To His Room For The Night, Kate Asks For Him To Do Something Together With Her Since It's Christmas Eve And Ever Since Their Dad Died, All He Wants To Do Is Hang Out With His Friends Instead Of Her, But Comparing Her To A Boring Slug, Teddy Goes To His Room...

Watching Christmas Videos After The Cookies Are Done, Kate Notices A Hand In A Red Coat In The Picture That Katie Believes To Be Santa Claus...

Showing Teddy The Video, He Considers The Possibilities While Kate Already Has Goosebumps. Suggesting That They Make A Video, Teddy Is Like People Have Tried This Before What Makes You Any Different Than Them? And Despite Having Proof, Teddy Says No...

However, Kate Tells Teddy That If He Helps Her Pull It Off, She'll Give Him The Tape Of Him And His Friends Carjacking The Car And She Won't Say Anything To Mom As Swears On An Award Their Dad Won...

So, Setting Up Traps Like Home Alone Because The Guy That Directed That Directed This Movie Which Means We Got To Have This Music Playing...

Setting Out The Milk And Cookies, They Hide In And Eat Junk Food In An Attempt To Stay Awake, But Eventually They Fall Asleep Which Is When Everything Happens...

With Their Trap Springing, A Bell Wakes Up Kate Who Sees Santa And Wales Up Teddy Who Hears Santa On The Roof, Grabbing The Camera, Teddy And Kate See Santa Going From Roof To Roof And House To House As Follow Him To An Alley Where They Find The Sleigh...

Whoa, Is Right, Keanu...

Climbing Trucks, Buildings And Lightpoles To Get A Good Look At The Sleigh, Kate Ends Up Jumping In With Teddy Right Behind Her But Before They Can Get A Good Look At The Cockpit, Santa Finishes Up And The Sleigh Flies Off...

With Teddy Getting A Good Look At The Front Of The Sleigh, Kate Eventually Gets Cold...

And At That Height, It's No Wonder She Does...

Teddy Looks For A Blanket But Not Able To Wait Kate Goes To Ask Santa, Scaring Him And Causing The Sleigh To Go Off Course...

Going Higher, Kate Falls From The Sleigh But Luckily Teddy And Santa Are Able To Save Kate But In Doing So, They Get In The Way Of An Airplane Which Scares The Reindeer As They Enter Some Sort Of Hyperdrive Which Is Awesome But Once They Get Out Of Hyperdrive Mode, Santa Loses His Hat, The Presents And The Reindeer...

Crash Landing In Chicago, Santa Tells The 2 Kids That They Really Have Messed Things Up Stating That If He's Not Up And Running Within A Few Hours, The World Will Face Another Dark Ages...

Going For A Jingle Bell In The Sleigh, Which Will Lead Santa To His Presents, But As He Goes Find It The Magical Way, Santa Finds That He Doesn't Have His Magic As All Of It Was Inside Of His Hat...

Realizing That He Has To Do This The Normal Way, Santa Tells Teddy And Kate To Head Home (They're In Chicago How Are They Going To Get Home Without You?) And Not Bother Getting Up Early In The Morning As They're On The Naughty List For Life (That's Fine, But You Already Delievered Their Presents, Dummy)

Realizing That They Caused This, So, They Have To Help Santa To Make It Right, Santa Let's Them Come With Despite Being Pissed At Them...

Entering A Restaurant Called Nick's Place, Santa Tries To Get Enough Money From The Patrons So He Can Call A Taxi, But When Teddy Notices One Of Them, Dialing 911, He Gets Santa Out Of There...

However, With Christmas Spirit Down 35%, They Still Need A Ride So, Teddy Decides To Steal Some Car Keys From A Valet. Despite Santa And Kate Believing That That's Not A Good Idea, Teddy Reminds Santa That With Christmas On The Line Now's Not A Time To Be Picky Especially When Santa Breaks Into Houses To Deliver Gifts Every December 24th...

Plus, They're Not Really Breaking The Law As The Car's Already Stolen And When They're Done With It They'll Turn It Into The Police. Getting In The Car, They Drive Off In It...

Going Through All The Junk In The Car, Santa Turns The Car Radio Into A Police Band Reciever To Discover If Anyone Has Called The Police Yet And Turns Out They Have However They Also Also Hear About A Reindeer Sighting On Michigan Avenue...

Arriving On Michigan Avenue, Teddy Slows Down The Car So Santa Can Attempt To Call His Reindeer But When Kate Spots Them They Head Down The Street Where Kate Saw Them Only To Lose Them Again And With Police Approaching They Need To Hurry...

Santa Tells Katie To Go After The Reindeer While Teddy And Him Keep The Police Distracted, Which They Do By Driving All Over The City. Eventually Finding The Reindeer, Kate Gives Comet A Candy Cane Which Makes Him Trust Her Enough To Take Him And The Other Reindeer To See Santa...

Chasing The Police Around Chicago, Teddy And Santa Nearly Crash Into A Car Which Leads Them Jump Into A Snowbank...

Getting Out Of The Car, Teddy And Santa Try Explaining The Situation To The Officers But With What They're Saying To The Officers, Santa And Teddy May As Well Be Telling Them, Go Ahead, Arrest Us!

Which Is Exactly What They Do With Santa, However When Kate Shows Up With The Reindeer, Santa Gives Teddy The Jingle Bell That Locates His Sack And Manages To Get Away From The Cops By Hopping On One Of The Reindeer...

Dumping The Reindeer At A Christmas Tree Lot, They Head For A Church Where Teddy And Kate Hear Their Dad's Favorite Christmas Song Which Happens To Be My Mom's Favorite Christmas Song...

(Just Kidding, She Hates This Song, Love You Mom)

This Leads To A Tender Moment Between The 2 Siblings Where We Discover The Reason Teddy Is Acting Like A Jerk Is Because He's Mad At His Father For Dying And He Thinks That If His Father Could See Him Now He Wouldn't Like The Man That He's Become...

But Kate Tells Him That He's Not An Awful Brother And That Their Dad Wouldn't Be Disappointed In Him Because She Sees Him All The Time In Teddy...

Or In Other Words...

With The Bell Beeping More Frequently, The Kids Continue Their Quest While Santa Is Being Questioned By One Of The Officers Who Still Doesn't Believe Santa But Giving The Officer Gifts He Wanted Since He Was A Boy, The Officer Starts Questioning Things After Realizing That Frisked Santa On The Way In So There's No Way That He Stole Those Items...

With The Officer Telling Santa To Stop, Santa Instead Gets To What Dave Wants This Year Which Is To Get Back Together With His Ex-Wife, Freaking Out Over How Santa Knows This, Santa Says That It Doesn't Matter But All He Needs To Do Is Just Give Her A Call....

Doubting Everything That He Has Seen, The Officer Reminds Santa Of The Charges That He's Accused Of Which Leads Santa To Tell The Officer That By Tomorrow They'll Seem Like Nothing As Christmas Spirit Is Down To 31% Now And If He Doesn't Get Moving All Of Chicago Will Look Like The Purge Movies And The Police Will Have Their Hands Full...

But With The Officer Believing Him To Be Some Kind Of Con Man, He Locks Santa Inside Of A Cell With A Bunch Of Other Criminals...

Meanwhile, Teddy And Kate Locate The Bag In A Tree And Manage To Get It Out Of The Tree, Looking For Elves Inside Of The Bag, Kate Goes Inside Of It Only To Disappear. In An Attempt To Look For Kate, Teddy Gets Kidnapped By 3 Hoods Who Take The Bag...

While Inside Of The Bag, Kate Finds One Of The Elves Who Leads Her Into This Vortex Of Presents...

Which Eventually Takes Her To The North Pole..

While Looking Around The North Pole, Kate Decides To Look At Santa's Many Letters From Kids All Over The World To Look At Teddy's Many Letters To Santa Claus Only To Discover That Teddy Wrote One This Year Asking Santa If He Can Let Him See His Father One Last Time...

But Before We Discover The Reason Why, Kate Sees One Of The Elves Walk Past To Go And Hide, Eventually Finding Him, Kate Introduces Herself To Him And The Other Elves Who She Eventually Finds Saying That Santa Sent Her But The Elves Don't Believe Kate And They Tie Her Up With Lights...

Telling The Head Elf (Who Looks Nothing Like David Krumholtz) Everything, They Take Kate To A Book To Show Kate That She Comes From A Long Line Of True Believers...

And The Elves Are Like...

And They Release Her....

Back At The Police Station, The Police Station Starts Filling Up As The Officer's Partner Tells Him That It's Never This Busy On Christmas Eve, Which Has The Officer Realizing That Santa Warned Him About This...

While In Jail, Santa Discovers That Christmas Spirit Is Down To 19% So, He Decides To Try And Raise It By Livening Up A Little Bit Of The Spirit With Help Of The Convicts Inside Of The Jail Cell With Him...

Back In The Car Of The Hoods, They Take Teddy To Their Boss Who Goes Through Santa's Sack Only To Get A Lump Of Coal, The Hoods Do The Same And Get The Same Thing. Believing The Sack To Be Useless,The Hoods Boss Attempts To Burn The Sack...

But When Teddy Goes To Save It, The Hoods Grab Teddy So Their Boss Could Tell Them To Kill Teddy, However, As They Attempt To Do That The Elves Spring From The Sack And Attack Them...

(Man) Retreat!

Spotting Teddy Who Hid During The Attack, The Elves Attempt To Attack Teddy (Believing That He's One Of The Gang Members) But Luckily Kate Pops Up And Tells The Elves To Stop Before Teddy Is Sliced In Half By A Mini Chainsaw...

Realizing That The Sleigh Is Still Broken, They Ask The Elves To Fix It While Santa Settles Things With The Officer, Who Gets A Call From His Ex-Wife Who Wants To Get Back Together With Him...

Breaking Santa Out Of Jail, The Elves Give Him A New Hat, Courtesy Of Mrs. Claus And So, The Officer's Permission, Up The Chimney He Goes...

With Everything Back On Track, Christmas Seems To Be Back On, However, While Being In Jail, Santa Lost Track Of Time And They Now Have Less Than An Hour Before Sunrise...

Completely Hopeless, Teddy Tells Santa That That They Started This And They're Going To Finish It And While He May Not Know How Things Are Done At The North Pole, A Pierce Always Sees Things Through...

Admiring Teddy's Passion, Santa Still Hasn't Cut It This Close In Forever And Has No Clue How They're Going To Pull This Off, Suggesting That If They Work Together They Might Be Able To. Never Having Human Helpers In The Sleigh Before, Santa Realizes That With Only A Little Bit Of North America Left, They Just Might Be Able To Pull It Off...

With Kate In Charge Of Chucking Out The Presents For Santa To Deliver And Teddy In Charge Of Driving The Sleigh, Santa Starts Delivering Toys From House To House And State To State...

With Time Getting Tight, Santa Asks Kate To Ask The Elves To Help Him...

Missing One Present, They Have Less Than 9 Minutes To Get It There...

Managing To Get It There Only Three Seconds Left, Christmas Is Saved With All The Presents Delivered And Christmas Spirit At 95%...

Taking Teddy And Kate Home, They Ask Santa If They'll Ever See Him Again, Santa Tells Them Most Likely No, But If He Ever Needs 2 Helpers He Knows Where To Find The Best Helpers He's Ever Had..

But Before He Goes, Santa Gives Teddy His Hat, Saying That He Doesn't Need It Because He's Santa Claus...

Hoping On Board The Sleigh, Santa Leaves Just As Their Mom Pulls Up....

Going Inside, They Find The Place Completely Decorated The Exact Way Their Father Decorated It...

Opening Presents, They Get Their Usual Ugly Sweaters From Their Aunt Peggy Before Kate Discovers A Gift To Teddy From Santa, Opening It He Finds A Letter That Says "Dear Teddy, I Got Your Letter. I'm Sorry, I Don't Have The Power To Grant Your Wish But This Was The Best I Could Do, Santa"...

Opening It To Discover An Ornament, Teddy Places It On The Tree, And The Magic Within The Ornament Shows Teddy, His Father Who Says He's Proud Of Him...

Back At The North Pole, Santa Adds Teddy's Name To The Pierce Tree Of True Believers As Mrs. Claus (Played By Goldie Hawn) Comes In With Wood For The Fire While Talking With Santa About Last Night...

And That's The Christmas Chronicles And Why Has This Not Been Released On DVD Or Blu-Ray?

This Film Is A Holiday Classic In The Making And Is Honestly A Good Movie, The Story Is Good, The Cast Is Good, The Elves Are Cute, The Effects Were Awesome It Is Defiantly Worth A Watch And I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine fic - “The Ties that Bind: Chapter 3 - An Unintended Foursome” (Rated NC17)

Blaine and Kurt are dating, in a long-term relationship, with New York City as their playground. Everything is as close to perfect for the two of them as can be, especially for Blaine, who’s living the dream as a songwriter beside his up-and-coming designer boyfriend, both of them without a care in the world. Until one night, he’ll find himself connected in a bizarre way to seven other human beings he’s never met, trying to solve a mystery - the hunt for a killer and to save a life, all while trying to come to terms with his new forced membership into the collective.

(This is a re-write that I got several requests for, based off of the Netflix series Sense8, with a little loose interpretation on some of the specifics - i.e., how the collective get their powers and why, what they need to accomplish as a collective, and the fact that all the players aren’t necessarily spread all over the world. Quite a few of them are in NY. Also, this story is going to focus on Kurt and Blaine, with the other characters being satellite to the story, though their stories may end up being explored deeper in one-shots. YOU DON’T NEED TO BE FAMILIAR WITH THE SHOW SENSE8 TO FOLLOW THIS. THIS STORY EXPLAINS IT ALL.) Warning for violence, blood, psychic abilities, psychic bonds, angst, anxiety, sex work, and death (not Kurt or Blaine).

Read on AO3.

Chapter 1 - In the Beginning

Chapter 2 - Abandoned Warehouses in My Mind

Chapter 3 (2559 words)

Blaine can’t sleep.

He shakes all over, shakes too much, like he has caught a chill beneath his skin that he can’t ward away, even huddled under Kurt’s thick comforter, with his boyfriend’s arms around him. His mind is fractured, his thoughts scattered. He finds it hard to keep track of them, or to hold on to a single one. Thinking about simple things that should keep him grounded – his phone number, his address, his middle name - become painful. And then, in the middle, he recoils. Maybe he shouldn’t be thinking of those things, things that could be used to identify him, locate him. Not when God knows how many people have access to his head.

He tries to empty it, make it blank. But every time he finds quiet, a moment of nothing, something interrupts – a thought, a memory, a voice, a conversation - and none of it belongs to him. He thinks about going for a jog, figuring the cold air and physical exertion will clear his head, but he doesn’t want to run into any other ghosts … or worse, the men Jake spoke of. Apparently, the thugs who beat Kitty, raped Kitty, and shot her through the skull aren’t the big baddies. There’s someone else Blaine has to worry about out there, someone he doesn’t know exists.

Someone he has yet to see.

How does he defend himself, and Kurt, when he doesn’t know who’s after them? Or why?

What if these other people have psychic abilities, too? Does Blaine really have psychic abilities? Nothing like this has ever happened to him before, so he isn’t exactly sure what to call it. Conveniently, Jake disappeared before he could relay that information. Blaine tries to summon him back. He thinks about Kitty, pictures her eyes, her face, her voice, her murder, and uses those to try and lure Jake into his mind. He even tries calling out for Kitty, the prospect of actually making contact with her scaring him half to death. But he has no luck on either account, and he feels defeated.

Then there are the others – the people Jake spoke about, the ones that Kitty gave him. Jake had been the first, that black lady a sort of second, but they wouldn’t be the last. There are more than just them. Blaine can feel them, and they could show up at any time - in Blaine’s apartment, at his work, while he’s in the toilet. Or he could be zapped to wherever they are. And then what? What would happen? And when would that be? The uncertainty is maddening. Blaine hears them, their existence a low hum throughout his body. Sometimes they laugh, one of them even screams, but then they’re gone. For hours, there’ll be silence, and then another will come back. He sees things he’s sure aren’t meant for his eyes. He sees the moon, but not over New York City. He sees a restaurant kitchen, smells veal and garlic cooking.

Then nothing.

For over an hour, everything goes back to normal except that he’s not, and he knows it. He’s finally ready to try and sleep when he feels a touch on his shoulder. He thinks it’s Kurt. He’s about to say something to him, but he blinks, and suddenly he’s staring into the face of a beautiful Latina, with shining brown eyes, smiling at him … but not at him. It lasts less than a second, and then she’s gone.

Well, he was right before. He’s not going to sleep, and he doesn’t want to be alone. Not that he is alone. He’s destined not to be alone, for however long that lasts. But he needs his boyfriend. He doesn’t just need the distraction; he needs Kurt. He needs the connection he has with him, a connection to a person he chose.

A connection that belongs to him alone.

He turns in Kurt’s arms, feeling guilty that he’s waking up his boyfriend, who’s been blissfully dead to the world this whole time. At least, that’s what Blaine thought. But the reality has been much different, hidden from him while he’s had his back turned. Kurt might be lying still, but he doesn’t look calm - his brow drawn in at the center, his teeth clenched, his jaw tensed from the pressure he’s putting on it. His lips move, angrily telling someone in his head what for. What happened tonight was horrible and frightening for Blaine, but watching him go through it, helpless to stop it, must have been as bad for Kurt.

Blaine remembers feeling that same way when Kurt was attacked a few years back. Walking home from a dinner date with a friend, he came across two homophobic assholes beating up a gay man, and Kurt ran to his rescue. The victim ended up ditching Kurt, leaving Kurt to get beat up instead. Blaine received the call at home when Kurt was en route to the hospital. He ran out so quickly, he almost forgot to put on his jacket or lock the loft door. But along the way, he got caught in a net of unfortunate mishaps. His bus got stuck in traffic. The train he diverted to broke down. The taxi he caught after that ended up behind a three car pile-up. It was a mess, and the whole time, Blaine felt too far away.

Useless.

Kurt is a force of nature, fiercely protective of everyone in need, especially the people he loves. Looking at Kurt, his eyes closed, feverishly defending Blaine to the voices nagging his brain, Blaine knows Kurt is the most wonderful, most compassionate, most caring man that he has ever met. The irony of their relationship, though, is that the two of them met while Kurt was being bullied at school. It had gone on daily for years, and no one seemed to notice. The few people who did notice, didn’t seem to care. Kurt wasn’t actively searching for a safe space at the time. In fact, he’d given up hope that he could find some peace and normalcy in his life. But he ended up finding that at Dalton.

Along with finding Blaine.

Blaine helped Kurt confront his high school bully. He helped Kurt overcome the stigma of being the only out gay person at his school. Blaine was there for Kurt, held his hand, stood up for him, transferred schools to be with him, and it felt good. Blaine loved being his boyfriend’s protector. But more and more, Kurt has grown beyond the need to have Blaine protect him. He’s become stronger, more confident, more secure with who he is, his identity, and how he presents that identity to others. He doesn’t need to hold Blaine’s hand anymore. In fact, there have been several times when Kurt has forded ahead and led the charge when Blaine would have stood fast and waited.

Kurt is a fearless, self-sufficient man. He isn’t a delicate flower who needs his boyfriend to protect him.

He doesn’t rely on Blaine.

But ever since they moved to New York, Blaine has begun to rely on Kurt.

He’s relying on Kurt now, to get rid of the fear within him. He needs to have the one person that belongs only to him.

He kisses Kurt on the cheeks, on the eyelids, on the mouth. Kurt’s lips stop moving, his tirade over, and his eyelids pop open.

“Oh God!” He laughs, gasping as if his heart stopped and restarted in the space of those kisses. “Blaine! You’re awake. You scared the crap out of me!”

“Did you think it was someone else?” Blaine kids, but Kurt doesn’t buy into the façade. He sees through Blaine’s attempt at humor. He knows that Blaine’s not okay. He felt him tossing and turning, heard him mumbling in his sleep, calling out names Kurt didn’t recognize.

He heard Blaine crying.

Kurt puts a hand to Blaine’s cheek. “Baby, what’s wrong? Please, tell me.”

“Nothing,” Blaine lies. “Nothing’s wrong.”

But Kurt knows better.

“Blaine, you know that whatever it is, whatever’s bothering you, no matter how it sounds, you can talk to me.”

“I know,” Blaine says, pulling Kurt against him, “but I … I don’t want to talk right now. I just need …” He kisses Kurt’s forehead, his hairline, the bridge of his nose, hoping his actions will speak for him because his mind just wants to shut down.

Kurt moves to fit better against him, returning kisses to his chin, traveling along his jaw to his neck. “It’s all right. I understand.”

Kurt throws a leg over Blaine’s hip and rolls on top of him, but Blaine pushes back, pins him to the mattress, and Kurt lets Blaine have him the way he needs him. Blaine undresses Kurt, kissing his way down his body. He moves so slowly, he’s gone beyond taking his time, but Kurt doesn’t argue, and he doesn’t tease him.

He doesn’t say anything when Blaine’s breathing hitches, when it sounds like he’s choking down a sob.

Blaine makes his way back to Kurt’s chest, up the column of his neck, and kisses Kurt’s mouth with his eyes open. He doesn’t want Kurt to disappear. He doesn’t want to end up somewhere else. He needs to live in this moment, needs to figure out a way to keep the magic/spirits/hallucinations from taking over without his permission.

“Oh, God … Blaine,” Kurt moans when his boyfriend’s fingers explore, toy, dip inside and scissor before slipping out and venturing elsewhere. “Oh, yes, Blaine. Oh God …”

“… Santana …”

It rings in Blaine’s head, clear as the sunlight seeping in below the curtains, but it’s more than that. It’s imprinted in his blood, turns everything inside him to ice. Blaine’s first instinct is to stop when he hears a woman’s voice moan that name inside his head - not Kitty’s voice, one of their voices - but he keeps going for Kurt’s sake. He doesn’t want Kurt to know anything is wrong. Kurt will want to talk about it for certain, and Blaine can’t risk that. He moves quickly - spreads Kurt’s legs, lubes up, and buries himself inside his boyfriend’s body. Kurt yelps in surprise, but as Blaine doesn’t seem to be taking his time about things anymore, Kurt winds his legs around his boyfriend’s hips and holds on tight.

“Oh, God …”

“… Santana … oh, Santana …”

“Blaine, I … I love you …”

“Santana …”

“I ...”

“… want you …”

“… Blaine …”

“… Santana …”

“Fuck!” Blaine grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and shoving his head into the pillow beside Kurt’s left ear. Kurt moans, locking his legs tighter, under the impression that Blaine is close to cumming, and he lets himself go with it.

Blaine takes a breath and holds it. He focuses on his physical presence, and tries to let his body run the show without him while he gets his mind straight, but he made the mistake of closing his eyes … which means he’ll have to open them again. And when he does, Kurt might not be there. But Blaine can’t hide. The ghosts or whatever will find him eventually.

It’s only a matter of time.

He opens them slowly, a sliver with each inhale of breath, hoping he’ll glimpse the unexpected before he has to come face to face with it. He suspects he already knows. He can feel it by way of a peculiar buzzing in his head, a pinging in his body that wasn’t there before, announcing its arrival.

When his eyes open, Kurt is gone.

He can still hear Kurt’s voice - his sweet, high moans; his breathy pants; signs that he’s so, so close - but beneath Blaine is a woman, her long, blonde hair spilling over the pillow; blue eyes wide with alarm, but not frightened. She’s completely naked, and he knows that wherever she is, she has to be having sex with someone – with Santana – right at this moment. She gasps when she sees him, surprised, but completely turned on. She’s not Kitty.

She’s one of them.

“Blaine,” she whispers.

He shakes his head, muttering, “No, no, no,” and she disappears. He’s looking at Kurt again, head thrown back, hands locked on Blaine’s forearms, pounding his hips against Blaine’s body, siphoning the ecstasy from his stilled hips. Blaine holds on to this image, keeps his eyes open till they burn. He can’t leave Kurt. Kurt can’t disappear.

Kurt swoops up to kiss him, but before their lips touch, Blaine sees the blonde woman, and this time, he’s kissing her. She moans into his mouth. It’s delicious, sinful, fulfilling, but he feels himself backing away.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to. He really wants to.

But he doesn’t want to.

Not because he feels like he’s cheating, though he kind of does, even with Kurt right there, unaware of anything going on. This woman doesn’t feel like a separate entity. She’s a part of Blaine, somewhere inside him. She’s in his head, in his body, flowing through his veins like blood and filling up his lungs like oxygen. She’s in his thoughts, her fantasies aligning with his until not only are he and she having sex on his bed, but somewhere in between what’s real and what’s illusion, Kurt and Santana are making love, too, in this blonde woman’s room, somewhere in California.

Which means that she’s fucking Kurt, and Blaine doesn’t want that. He wants Kurt for himself. He wanted to keep this one thing for him and him alone. But now that’s gone, too, and he didn’t have a choice. None of this was his choice. This woman, Brittany (he knows because of Kitty’s voice in his head, and her partner enthusiastically calling out her name with every bang of her headboard against some distant wall) is with him, while having an intimate moment of her own, which is why the universe, or whatever, chose this moment to connect them.

Fuck!

“Blaine?” Kurt’s brow wrinkles with concern. “Are you alright? I don’t think you’re cumming, baby.”

“I am,” Blaine lies, and he hates that it’s becoming a habit.

“Blaine” – Kurt runs a hand up Blaine’s arm – “you’re trembling! Are you sure you’re …”

“Can we not talk about this?” Blaine begs, moving when he realizes he’d stopped and Kurt’s been doing most of the work. “Please, just … not right now.”

“Okay. Okay.” Kurt pulls Blaine down to his body. “We won’t talk about it.”

Blaine nods, thankful that he doesn’t have to explain more than that.

That he doesn’t have to lie again.

He wraps his arms around Kurt’s torso and hugs him till he’s finished, finding too late the closeness that he craved.

He can’t let Kurt know. Kurt can never know. This is going to be Blaine’s secret, Goddammit, no matter what it costs. He’s going to take it with him to his grave.

Kurt cums with his teeth in Blaine’s bicep and, “I love you,” on his lips, starry-eyed and sated in Blaine’s arms. But Blaine’s orgasm is weak, his head too wrapped up in complicated scenarios and worries and fear. He can’t be carefree with Kurt like this. Not yet. Not with all these people he’s carrying with him.

Maybe not ever again.

[crisscolferfanforever]

Jock 10.3

10.3

 Deaf Panel

 Written by Smoothie smith

                        We approach the locker room after king loses to Cleveland hill 64-53

Jake

“we are 4-7 now “

David

“we don’t have an easy road anymore “

Diana

“he’s right we got number 4 locust valley number 6 north Collins and number 5 silver creek “

John

“I say we call in a meeting “

Curtis

“to do what”

Josh

“I think we should switch up the d “

Josh

“that is not bad”

Jake

“what d are you thinking about “

Diana

“I was going to go with zone press to 2-3 “

Jake is frustard

Curtis

“I say we sleep on it “

Everyone looks at Curtis

Jake

“that’s what we should do first “

Everyone looks at Jake

Jake

“this going to be a hell of second half”

He walks out

We see Curtis and matt at home

Matt

“hazel got a win tonight 43-12”

Curtis

“that’s good at least someone in the family is winning “

Matt brings his soulmates hand to the bed

Matt

“what’s the matter “

Curtis looking at his soulmate

Curtis

“we are 4-8 “

Matt

“yes, my father had a 15-10 record and made it to state “

Curtis

“I am just not uses to it “

Matt

“I know “

Curtis

“when is our daughter getting home”

Matt

“albert is picking her up”

Curtis

“good let’s sleep “

They kiss

We see a van with Luke and albert waiting for hazel and Megan  

Luke taps albert

Luke (sign)

“what do you think the team’s problem is “

Albert(sign)

“I think we can’t play man to man “

Luke(sign)

“do you think it has to do with us playing 3 top ten teams in the state back to back to back”

Albert (sign)

“that’s half of the problem “

It begins to snow

The boys just wait

Hazel and meg come out

Hazel bangs on the window

Albert unlocks the door

Hazel

“hey honey “

Albert

“hey you “

Hazel taps Luke and waves

Luke (sign)

“win or lose”

Hazel (sign)

“lost on a buzzer beater”

Albert (sign)

“that sucks “

Hazel is nodding

They drive off

Megan (sign)

“so how bad did you guys lose by”

Albert (sign/talking)

“15”

Megan

“I feel like crap”

 Hazel

“why”

She looks down

 We see the next day as Curtis works on his case load

Curtis

“Margert! “

Marge

“yes”

They come face to face

Curtis

“can you get Mrs. Fisher in here “

Marge

“yes “

Curtis

“thank you, and oh one more thing I need you to get Ms. Hemerial in here “

Marge

“yes”

She runs off

David and josh come in

Josh

“here is the scouting report on John Collins “

Curtis

“I will send it to Jake good job “

Josh

“thank you, Curtis they leave, “

We see the students as albert is singing

Albert

“There’s a boy I know he’s the one I dream considers my eyes take to the clouds above, ooh I lose control can’t seem to get enough When I wake from dreaming tell is it really love ohh”

Albert dancing

Albert

“how will I know? don’t trust your feelings how will I know? how will I know love can be deceiving how will I know; how will I know if he really loves me I say prayer with ever heartbeat I fall in love whenever we meet I’m asking you what you know about these things “

Zach and the students come in

Albert

“hey, how will I know he really loves me I say a prayer with ever heartbeat I fall in love whenever we meet, how will I know”

He finishes

Zach (sign)

“amazing “

Albert (Sign)

“thank you, what are we here for “

Albert kisses hazel

Zach (sign)

“we have the deaf panel tonight “

Albert (sign)

“yes “

The four deaf and hard of hearing students come in and sit down”

They begin

 We see Coach Carter, Coach Bonnell, and Coach Hardy watching film

Coach hardy writing down stuff

John

“so how do we get Zach to play both d and o “

Josh

“we need to help around him look at Evan he’s not in help side “

Everyone looking at Diana

David comes in

Josh

“what is that you are writing “

Diana

“here “

They get a piece of paper

John

“no way”

Josh

“what”

Diana

“I want to consider to coach schalow and coach Anderson to run a little zone “

David

“well lets here after all we are 4-8 “

Josh

“and we are going to get better “

Jake and Curtis look from the gym as they see their staff screaming

Curtis

“I have to go to an IEP meeting for a student “

Jake

“see you at 4”

Jake walks down

Jake

“what do we have here children at play “

Everyone stands

Diana

“coach Schalow “

Jake

“sit down and tell your plan for Collins “

Diana gives him the note

Jake

“I am listening “

Everyone looks at Diana

We see James and Wendy at the airport

James

“this is going to be fun “

Wendy

“you think “

Wendy starts singing New York New York

Wendy

“Start spreading the news “

James looks at newspaper

Wendy

“I’m leaving today, I want be a part of it New York New York “

James

“these vagabond shoes are longing to stray, right through the very heart of it “

They keep walking through Central park

James and Wendy

“New York, New York “

James

“I want to wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep”

Wendy

“and find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap “

James +Wendy

“these little town blues are melting away “

They get in a taxi

James

“I will make a brand-new start in old New York”

They get out of the cab

James

“well we didn’t end the song but we are here “

Wendy

“yes, we are “

They kiss

James

“Where should we head first “

Wendy

“Kurt and Blaine’s “

James

“prefect idea”

 We see Matt and the staff getting ready for the deaf week festival

Matt

“yes, where are the shirts “

Carol

“jerry “

Jerry

“they are in your husband office”

Matt

“great”

Helena

“hey, I got the key”

Matt

“give me give me “

Matt runs up

Carol

“we have trouble “

Jerry

“what now “

Jerry turns

Jerry

“oh, that’s going to be a problem, Jalen go it your dad asap “

Carol

“hello Kurt and Blaine “

Blaine

“hey where is my son in law”

Carol and hele look at each other

 We see a basketball game at a deaf school for New York we see Katylin and Marcus with Rebecca

Rebecca (sign)

“so, you what did you guys do today at deaf week”

Marcus (sign)

“we did a lot of guess speakers on the culture and history”

Rebecca (sign)

“that’s awesome “

Marcus (sign)

“yep”

Rebecca(sign)

“I will see you later tonight “

She leaves

   We see Rebecca and her staff at shoot around

Craig

“why are we doing this “

Amanda

“because we don’t play until Saturday “

Coach Jackson comes in

Alan

“hey “

Rebecca

“hello coach Jackson “

Alan

“what’s the schedule “

Rebecca

“30 min shooting “

Alan

“good “

They watch the players

We go back to the conference room

Jake

“so, this is what you want to do “

Diana

“I want to stay in 20 “

Josh

“so, what is your suggestion on defense that we do “

Diana

“I am saying a mix up “

David

“look at their 3Pt shooting percentage “

Jake takes the notes

Jake

“wow “

John

“what’s your suggestion “

Jake

“let’s talk about it during shoot around “

They leave for the gym

We see Kurt and Blaine and James and Wendy having dinner

Kurt

“so how is San Diego “

James

“good “

Wendy

“how’s life in the big apple for you two”

Kurt

“good we moved back into our loft that we had when we were in college”

Blaine

“and now we are watching Tracy play basketball for Coach Schalow “

James

“I can’t believe he got to state in his first year”

They get their food

Wendy

“so are you going to the deaf panel tonight “

Blaine

“Wendy don’t spoil it “

Kurt

“what”

James

“we are having our first annual event “

Blaine

“Curtis and matt will do amazing “

Wendy

“should we go”

Kurt

“yes”

They leave for the center

Curtis and the student’s come in

Curtis (sign)

“ok go to your places “

We see Zach and Albert signing their ABC’s

We see Hazel and Cindy playing the sign tag game

We see all the students having fun with the community

Both the girls and boys coaching staff come in

Helena

“the basketball staff is here “

Curtis

“thank you “

Rebecca comes in

Rebecca

“hello my darling angel “

Craig

“coach “

Jake

“coach “

They keep shacking hands

Josh

“this is awesome “

David

“totally “

Matt comes in

Matt

“Curtis darling “

Curtis

“hey “

They kiss

Matt

“this is amazing “

Diana comes in with mark

Josh

“oh gosh I got to go get a drink”

David

“I will join “

Jake and Morgan come in

Jake

“hello guys what’s up “

Curtis

“doing great the players are all enjoying themselves “

Jake

“good, Morgan and I are going to learn “

They leave

Curtis asstiants come in

Jerry

“Curtis, Sarah, Joel, Erin are here from Wagner College American Sign Lauanage program “

Curtis

“thank you, guys will you excuse me hey matt let me know when Sam and Andrew come in ok “

Matt

“yes”

Curtis walks up to them

Curtis (signing)

“hello guys welcome to the Smoothie Anderson center “

Sarah(sign)

“this is amazing “

Erin(sign)

“so, what’s up where is this deaf panel”

Curtis (sign)

“that is in hour in the ballroom right now there is a group of students from my ASL 3-4 class who are exposing the New York Community about the Deaf and hard of hearing People with history, culture, and other things”

Sarah (Sign)

“I want to see this “

They all follow Curtis

Erin (sign)

“oh my “

Joel (sign)

“I love it “

They go and join the groups

We see hazel teach Jake and Morgan about the school for the deaf in New York with Ryne

Hazel (sign)

“The New York School for the Deaf was chartered in 1817 as the New York Institution for the Instruction of the Deaf and Dumb, and opened its first classes in New York City in 1818 just after the American School for the Deaf, and thus is recognized as the second oldest deaf school in the United States. It moved twice in the 19th century to other Manhattan locations, and finally to White Plains, New York in 1938, where it remains”

Ryne (sign)

“In 1892 the school was the first U.S. school of any kind to introduce a military curriculum. For half a century, tight formation drill was an everyday occurrence on the parade grounds. [2] [3]

In 1952, the school dropped the military curriculum and welcomed girls again, and since then has expanded its programs to benefit both deaf and hard-of-hearing school children, and more recently, pre-school classes as well.”

 Curtis and Diana talk about the Saturday night show down

Curtis

“so, what do you think 2-3 for the whole game or a mix “

Diana

“mix it up”

We see albert and Zach talking about deaf culture

Zach (sign)

“in the deaf coummity deaf people are direct then hearing people, the deaf and hard of hearing are better drivers then we hearing people are, I know right ok who here has questions “

We see Tracy and Cindy playing the sign tag game

Cindy(sign)

“pets or sports “

Tracy (sign)

“raise your hands for sports “

Cindy (sign)

“eight people “

Tracy (sign)

“I am basketball this is the sign for basketball”

Diana

“john we have to go get ready for the deaf panel “

Kitty (sign)

“I have the pizza all ready “

John

“good”

Diana

“let’s go”

They come in

Curtis(sign)

“good can you guys get Albert and Zach for me”

Diana (sign)

“I will “

Curtis (sign)

“thank you “

The deaf professors come in and sit down right in front

Joel (sign)

“are they all deaf “

Curtis (sign)

“two deaf students Andrew and Samantha and two hard of hearing student’s Luke and Tina “

Erin (sign)

“so, what are they going to talk about “

Curtis (sign)

“they are going to talk about what it means to be either deaf or hard of hearing for them they will tell about their future “

Erin (sign)

“I like the idea”

Sarah (sign)

“is anyone going to Wagner college for the asl program”

Curtis (Sign)

“the interpotrs “

Joel (sign)

“what are their names “

Curtis (sign)

“Albert Halpert and Zach Mootz”

Joel (sign)

“when can we meet them “

Curtis (sign)

“what’s the rules “

Sarah (sign)

“why do you ask “

Curtis (sign)

“because I don’t want you screw up my alum and this is my center my foundation “

Erin (sign)

“we can meet them without giving them anything like free money after all they get a reduce because they live in New York “

Curtis (sign)

“I just don’t want a scandal “

Joel (sign)

“We know Curtis “

Curtis (sign)

“where do you want to sit “

Erin (sign)

“will sit in the front row”

Curtis (sign)

“prefect timing “

The students come in with the New York Community

Josh

“so, where do you guys want to sit “

Donna

“how about let’s sit right here “

Jake

“two rows “

Rebecca

“ok “

Al

“this is going to be good “

We see Curtis with four people that will be at the panel “

Curtis (sign)

“you guys ready “

Everyone nods

Curtis (sign/Albert speaking)

“hello, I am Curtis Anderson gosz I am the chairman of the smoothie center and the asl teacher at Rufus king and welcome to deaf week and to are first annual deaf panel these are the two intpetors Zach Mootz and albert Halpert both are seniors they will sign your question and speak there for you so you are all taken care of “

James and Wendy come in with Kurt and Blaine

Curtis looks happy

Matt

“hello dad and mom “

Wendy

“hello “

James

“hey you “

We begin

Center caremera

Andrew (Sign/Zach talking)

“hello, my name is Andrew Horton I am senior at Rufus King I am in ASL 4 I love the fact that this guy Mr. Anderson-Gosz gave us a voice in the school that I wanted to be at I plan on attending Fordham for Early childhood”

Crowd waves their hands

Tina (sign/Zach talking)

“hello, my name is Tina Houston I am a junior at Rufus king high school I am in ASL 3 I am so proud of my Asl teacher and case manager Mr. Gosz-Anderson for giving us a voice in this high school what do I want to do with my future I plan on attending Iona in New Rochelle to major In Special education “

Wave of the hands

Sam (sign/Albert talking)

“hello, my name is Samantha weiler I am a junior at Rufus King I am in the ASL 3 class I am also in MR. Anderson Deaf history class I am so proud of this high school for letting a man like Mr. Anderson -gosz teach our school our culture and language I plan on going to college at Long island in the Bronx to study Early Childhood with Empizhe in Special Education and ASL “

Waving

To the final student

Luke (sign/Zach speaking)

“hello, my name is Luke Heller I am a senior at Rufus king I am so proud of this man for giving us a voice at the school that we love to go to he is a true role model for everyone at the school not just us in the deaf and hard of hearing program but everyone “

Wave

Fade out

We go back to curtis  

Curtis (sign/Albert talking)

“now I want you to tell the audience what your is your back story then the audience will ask question about anything like what is your impact is or your view is on the Deaf and hard of hearing community is and where you like to see it go “

Andrew (sign/Zach talking)

“I think the best way to describe my story is when I was two years old my parents notice that I was not responding so they took me to the doctor and they found out I have no hearing in both ears and it happen not just once it happens over time so I guess that was my story “

Tina (sign/Albert talking)

“I had a lot sickness in my early life then I got the worst cold possible a mengiues virus that left me deaf my parents were told to try hearing aids they did and well we wasted money then my father had brains and tough me to sign so that is my story “

Sam (sign/Zach talking)

“I was born deaf my grandmother was deaf in 1970’s so that is where it started I guess a lot of people want to my father to do an implant cochlear and I refuses because that is not who I am “

Luke (sign/Albert talking)

“my story is that I have 75 percent lost in my left ear and 90 in the right I use these hearing aids however I do sign most of the times I can speak but I commutative better with sign my parents are both dead so I live alone with my grandmother “

Question from audience

As everyone looks on

We see the next day in the school hallway

Hazel

“you were amazing last night “

Albert

“thank you “

They kiss

Zach

“well there were some professor that came and sign with us last night “

Albert

“they can’t wait for us to be in the program “

They see the deaf and hard of hearing students signing

Albert

“I think one thing your father is a life saver for the community that was big highlight last night “

Hazel

“I can’t believe both my grandparents came “

Zach

“that was a shocker “

Hazel

“well I got to get to Deaf history I will see you at the center “

Albert and hazel kiss

we see the next day at Curtis office

Curtis

“marge did you enjoy yourself last night “

Marge

“yes, I did “

Curtis

“that’s good what’s up”

Marge

“your fathers are here and your in-laws are as well”

Curtis

“send them in and can you get Rebecca over here please “

Marge

“yes, and what about Matthew “

Curtis

“they saw him last night “

Marge

“ok “

She leaves

The four comes in

Kurt

“hello my boy “

Curtis

“hey dad, papa “

Blaine

“that was amazing “

Curtis

“thank you and thank you for coming both you and of course you coach and Wendy “

Wendy

“it was our honor “

Rebecca knocks

Curtis

“come on in “

Rebecca

“hey you guys “

They all gather as Matthew and Jalen come in as well

 End of 10.3