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shelbyrawrbertson replied to your post: A cumberbaseball team called the cumberbears

The team colors are cumberblue and cumberblack

They even have their own marching cumberband

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shelbyrawrbertson replied to your post: liked your post: Is it like Beetlejuice or...

303 people saw your faliure

SIIIIGH They won't have had if you hadn't reblogged the damn thing.

Btw, thanks for trying to get me more followers. You tried. <3

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That Awkward moment when...

your sister steals your best friend, so you don't get to do anything you actually wanted today....and you just wanna cry die.

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Wow, lady porn just showed up on my dash and I was mildly shocked when I found out that it wasn't posted by Shelby.

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A cumberbaseball team called the cumberbears

My favorite team. They're all very polite.

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Shelby!

WHY DID YOU REBLOG THAT?!

IT'S NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY!

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Me: Have you heard that one song....Bulletproof?

Friend: I don't think so, sing it.

Me:something something something BUUUULLLLETTT PROOOOOOF

Friend: that gave me nothing

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Ficlet: Comfort

Title: Comfort Pairing: Kurtbastian Rating: PG-13 Notes: This was originally written for shelbyrawrbertson, but she doesn't deserve it, so it goes out to the rest of the world, and Shelby is not allowed to read it.

Sebastian crossed the living room of the apartment he shares with Kurt, throwing his bag roughly onto the couch. The room is small. Claustrophobic. The whole damned apartment is too small. He'd expected to have so much more by now. And, if he still had his trust fund, he sure as hell would have had it.

He would have the posh apartment overlooking Central Park. He would have the money to take a cab to work every day instead of packing himself into an overcrowded subway car and getting his wallet stolen for the third time that year. It wasn't like there was much in it, but it was the principle of the thing. 

If he hadn't told his parents that he was done with the vitriol they were spewing toward Kurt, (He's the son of a mechanic, Sebastian. Honestly. What could you possibly see in him?) he'd still have the trust fund and the decent apartment that didn't have a leaky faucet and a less than reliable hot water heater.

...and Kurt wouldn't have to work two jobs just to keep them afloat. He'd come home and his feet would hurt and he'd smell like coffee and Sebastian would want to cry, because none of this was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be able to pay for everything while Kurt got his degree in fashion.

He wasn't comfortable in the tiny apartment. Wasn't comfortable in his internship with the Goldstein and Morgan Law Offices. And he sure as hell wasn't comfortable with not being able to support Kurt.

He sighed and loosened his tie as he toed off his shoes, leaving them in the middle of the living room floor because fuck it, and trudged toward the bedroom.

As he pushed the door open, he took a deep, steadying breath. Kurt was curled up on the bed, wearing Sebastian's Dalton Lacrosse t-shirt, on top of the covers because of course the air conditioning decided that it was going to crap out again today.

But watching Kurt sleep, he remembered what made all of this okay, what made hour long commutes in crowded subways and skipping lunch for a week in favor of having enough money to pay rent, completely and totally worth it.

At the end of the day, he got to go home to Kurt. He got to climb into bed with his beautiful boyfriend and dream of the day when they were able to afford all of the best things in life.

Every night he got to wrap Kurt in his arms and hold him as he slept, and that, Sebastian was comfortable with. It was all that mattered. Not his parents approval or an internship where his boss treated him like an imbecile. This is what mattered. Just this.

A slow smile crossed his face as he moved quietly to his side of the bed and started pulling off his clothes. He turned around when he heard quiet movement behind him.

"Mmm, Seb?" Kurt asked, his voice thick with sleep. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I tried to wait up, but I guess I fell asleep."

"It's okay. I tried to call, but you didn't answer. I was stuck organizing files until my eyes bled," Sebastian answered, sitting down on the bed, pulling Kurt into his arms and kissing him softly on the lips. "But...I actually managed to get a day off tomorrow, so we can just hang around and watch movies like you wanted to do tonight."

Kurt smiled a small, sleepy grin and pulled Sebastian closer. "You work so hard, Seb. I wish you didn't have to. I could pick up another--"

"No," Sebastian cut in quickly, shaking his head. They'd had this discussion before, Kurt suggesting that he could pick up another shift at the coffee shop while Sebastian takes some time off. All of Kurt's attempts at persuasion always ended with a firm "No", but he was persistent. "You work way too much as it is, Kurt. No way are you taking on any more."

Kurt sighed and rested his head against his boyfriend's shoulder, pressing a kiss to the column of his neck as he felt Sebastian's hand come to rest on the back of his head, fingers sliding absently through his hair. Another sigh slipped past Kurt's lips before Sebastian heard him mutter bitterly, "....all my fault anyway."

Sebastian pushed Kurt back quickly, his face screwing up with regret and determination, shaking his head profusely. "Kurt, don't ever say that! None of this is your fault. I don't give a fuck what my parents think. I don't need their money. I need you. That's it. Nothing else. If I had to choose between living in a fancy apartment and having all the money in the world, but you're not there, or living in a cardboard box on the sidewalk with you, I wouldn't even have to think about it. I wouldn't want any of those things if I couldn't share them with you."

Kurt's eyes were shining in the dim light of the room and he leaned forward and kissed Sebastian softly. He let his lips linger for a moment before pulling back, his forehead resting against Sebastian's as he let out a dreamy sigh. "I love you so much, Sebastian."

The green eyed boy smiled and slid his thumb across the apple of Kurt's cheek. "I love you, too. I don't know why, but I do." He rolled his eyes fondly and Kurt laughed and gave his shoulder a playful smack.

Kurt chuckled again and slid back against the pillows, opening his arms. "Come here, jerk." Sebastian smiled widely and let Kurt pull him down into his arms.

It didn't matter that they were on top of the blankets and the unreliable air conditioner would decide to kick on around 3 A.M. and they'd wake up freezing, didn't matter that the landlord would be banging on their door first thing in the morning demanding their rent.

For now, they were comfortable.

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shelbyrawrbertson replied to your post: I’m eating an apple and my tongue is itchy. I’m...

muahahahaha

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU EVIL WITCH

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Thanks for the comments! <3

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My friend about to take a shower at my house.

Friend: I'm gonna need clothes

Me:

*Walks around house naked*

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Oh my God! What is happening! I'm writing Kurtbastian and Sebastian is actually turning out like a human being. When did this happen?