n o r e g r e t s

Kurt: I'll keep bugging you until you say it, honey.

Kurt: Well, now I'm telling you, so you can be sure. No boundaries right now. You come over when you want. I'll give you a key so that you can get in, okay?

Blaine: You're alright, I guess. Kind of mouthy. Y'know, you've got a mouth on you, and those little shiny pins you wear never fail to poke me like they're your own personal barbed wire, but I guess I like that. I guess I like /all/ of that.

Kurt: No you don't. :P

Kurt: You liiiiiike me, you liiiiiike me.

Kurt: This is very true. We have to stick to the group and be a family and take care of each other. That's what I want the most, you know? Mwah back.

Kurt: Blaine... You know you can come over here whenever you want to crash, right? Dad won't mind, I promise. He likes you. I want you to be around more.

Blaine: Potato, pahtahto.

Kurt: So adorableeee~

Kurt: Sounds good to me, and hopefully it'll be good for her and I to not be so... bratty towards each other. Plus, snuggling in your arms is always the best night for me.

Blaine: I hate you.

Blaine: I think we're all getting back to the place of knowing who the real enemy is, and it's not certainly not each other. Which makes me a very happy camper. Mwah.

Kurt: You are, and it's adorable, honey.

Kurt: I trust you, don't worry. What are we doing with Santana?

Blaine: Pft.

Kurt: Thank you.

Kurt: I saw them, and you have no idea the big smile that was on my face. Thank you, so much, Blaine. It means a lot to me, honestly. And you know I'll always want to go with you.

Blaine: And look, that was a stalk-free plan. I'm getting better at this. A+.

Santana: I've had a lot of tequila, oops. Lol

Santana: After what Marls and Jake went through, and having to call deuces to the gang to even relatively be together, he's an idiot if he's think that's gonna down. Specially if he's letting call the shots to girls like that, and we're suppose to be the fan bam. Romeo and Juliet sucks.

Santana: You're my best friend. I'd love you all day every day, that's never a down grade. After you guys come over? As long as it's not too obvious Im third wheeling we can drink.

Santana: I'm not going, might just head outta town, this place is freaking suffocating. No, he stood up for her to Kurt, like who does that? He's been here forever and he's gonna go save a fattie, same one who got shanky with our leader? I mean he's my friend I've known him for years, that's shady as hell, air head or not. I just feel like I'm alone out here and now Cooper and I aren't even talking right now. I hate this place.

Santana: I'm not good 'nough to be anything to her.

Blaine: I don't know. She's a girl. I guess it's to be expected that Sam might get led down the road of thinking he's one half of a discount Romeo and Juliet, because at least it's a viable distraction. But I'm just trying to be impartial here.

Santana: What's not? Prom sucks, I'm not even going and this was like the high light of my life for months, or was suppose to be. I've screwed 5 guys and had a dozen say they've slept with me and did some questionable booty shaking on camera for cash, but that was like months ago and I'm still the town slut. I still got gramps and his friends doing heavy breathing phone calls or facing their dial up internet to send me creepy emails. I'm still my freaking past and I'm sick of it. I can't even rely on anyone to stand up for me. I got Sam agreeing with Q and leaving me out to dry, like friend who? I'm suppose to play Mommy too Michelle when I can barely take care of myself and it sucks. I feel selfish but I'm not ready I'm scared.

Blaine: Alright, as far as the short-term problems go, I think you need to come to prom no matter what. Because if you don't, I know all the other alternatives revolve around you sitting around your room like the Cinderella that missed the ball, or getting into some kind of mischief. Besides, I'm voting for you on that queen thing.

Blaine: With the long-term stuff, you need to find a way to better dictate who has access to you, and not just phone numbers and emails. Surround yourself with the friends that'll support you and just try not to take those little betrayals of friendship too personally. I know that's tough for you, especially because of the Quinn of it, but... Try? I'm sure Sam wouldn't intentionally attack you like that, he's loose with his thoughts sometimes, you know how he is.

Santana: Yes, 'cos you can't be my prom date 'cos you're going with Casper. :(

Santana: I'm not mad, like for real, just being a brat. But it's everything else.

Blaine: You're not being a brat, you're being honest. Much better to express when things suck than to bottle it all up, yeah?

Santana: I hate everything.

Kurt: thank you, Blaine.

Kurt: I just... really want to hug you and cuddle right now.

Blaine: Sure.

Kurt: Promise?

Kurt: And I will be sorry if I get too bratty. I don't mean to.

Kurt: You're still coming over, then, so I can hug you?

Blaine: I pinky promise. The most solemn of all promises.

Kurt: Still... you know I don't mean to be an asshole or treat you like a doormat, right?

Kurt: I'm just so frustrated and I don't know what my emotions are doing right now.

Kurt: Do you really want to come over, when clearly all I'm going to do is make you a doormat?

Kurt: Clearly I'm a shitty boyfriend, why have me?

Kurt: You know I wasn't meaning it like anything like that, Blaine.

Kurt: Don't worry about coming over. I'm going out on another walk or something.

Kurt: ... A doormat?