The Greatest Star

In a word... yes.

As the main account has shown, Kurt is officially an open role. And it's not that I don't love being Kurt. I loved it, and I loved my Kurt. But with all the changes, and losing my shipping partner, as well as a lot of other issues... it just seemed like the right thing to do.

But I would love to see someone take on Kurt, and give him a beautiful love.

And for the people who followed me and supported me...

But this is it for my Kurt role-playing, at least for now. However, I am still in the roleplay as Alex and Monroe. We're coming back very soon, and hopefully we'll be better than ever!

Please, if you do love this roleplay, audition; whether it's as a Kurt, or a Sam, or even a Harmony, we would love to hear from you. We have many roles open, and I'd love to write with someone new. And thank you so very much for your kind words. It means a lot to me.

Santana spent a good hour smashing everything breakable in her apartment. There wasn't a piece of it left untainted, nor of her hands left unbruised and bloodied. With shaking hands, and a tear stained, beat red face, she held her phone and typed out her escape.: I'm going away. Not sure where yet, so don't ask me, or try and find me.

Santana: I don't know if or when I'm coming back. It took 18 years and a bunch of bull to break me, and no one's ever actually found the cure for a broken heart. So I'd imagine that both magical and modern medicine have a ways to go before finding the process that successfully mends a broken soul...

Santana: This is usually the cool part in the movies where the damsel gets all poetic and lists a bunch of ways in which she loved everyone, in hopes of her memory remaining strong within them. But I honestly hope you forget me. Because I've finally come to the conclusion that I'm not someone worth remembering. It only took being left with nothing to realize that you started with everything and slowly chipped away at it.

Santana: So this is my goodbye to everyone. Don't come looking for me. I'm leaving my phone here with the rest of my mess, and anything sent by Owl will go unanswered until I have anything worth saying.

Santana: Should you see this face again, sometime in the future, count your blessings and determine what's worth fighting for and what's better left alone before striking up conversation. I destroy everything I touch.

Santana: Home.

Santana: I can still smell him here.

Santana: What. The. HELL?!

Santana sits with her head between her knee's. Thoughts of his smile immediately haunt her, rather than calm her. She feels him there with her... inside her. The way his eyes drink her in. This... wasn't helping.:

Biting down on her lip, she growled, lifting her head to reveal her reddened cheeks.: Help me...

Santana: Fuck.

Santana: Kurt. I may or may not be hyperventilating.

Kurt: In and out, Tana

Kurt: Breath

Santana frowns.: So... you do think I have something to worry about?

Santana already feels the pain at the thought, but must express it anyway.: Should I... quit while I'm ahead? :/

Santana starts to panic.: I can't just... I mean, I took his virginity. I... :/

Kurt: We both know I can't answer for you.

Kurt: He likes you. A lot. But he's also not used to anyone like you. He's not even used to girls.

Santana: Exactly why I'm so drawn to him. He's not tainted. He has no huge expectations, so it won't be hard to make him happy, but it would be difficult to let him down.

Santana: I actually feel like I have a chance of being what he can need. Feel proud of. What will make him happy. And I've never felt like that before. I've gone into every situation like this, feeling as if I have to be someone I'm not and give more than I'm willing to keep them around.

Santana: So, if anything, he's got an even better chance at hurting me.

Santana: You really think I'd do that?

Santana: Like, really. Let's think about this for a second.

Santana: As hard as I try not to let people know how I feel, or to let people in... do you see what's happened? How many guys have I let break me down? How many times have O let those walls down for people who promised they'd be different?

Santana: And how many times have I been the one doing the breaking?

Santana slumps, her chest hurting.: Thanks for your confidence, though. I love how I'm still the bad guy...

Kurt: I'm not saying you're the bad guy.

Santana: He talks about me? :3

Santana clears her throat.: I mean. Of course he talks about me.

Santana rolls her eyes, this time, at herself.: So then... you already knew this was happening? That we were like... talking and stuff? You're cool with it? As long as details of the more fun things remain private?

Kurt: So transparent.

Kurt: I knew he had been texting you. I knew how upset he was over having to get a tattoo. No idea what you guys do for that to even come up.

Kurt: I have no idea how I feel about it. He's my brother, and he's more important to me than anyone

Santana: Whatever. Red tangy stuff on a mushy penis looking thing. I'm Spanish. Not exactly part of my menu.

Santana: He's so different from any guy I've ever met. Ever.

Santana: And even when he makes me feel like I'm some sort of delicacy in his wildest dreams... he still somehow manages to make me feel like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. Like I fit. Just right there, with him.

Kurt: I'm glad you feel that way :)

Santana smirked, knowing she'd clawed her way in.: At the risk of sounding like a total girl...

Santana: He was a perfect gentleman. Well... in the way he thought it was supposed to go, anyway. Opening doors and leading me around puddles.

Santana: We walked... which was strange. And it wasn't far from his house... everyone around seemed to know him from somewhere. Not used to that. But he seemed so... proud to be out with me. :3 His chest got all puffy every time he introduced me, and he did that adorable dorky grin thing.

Santana: The movie was pretty good. Wasn't expecting to like it. Thought I'd just get him to make out with me the whole time. But he ended up holding me every time I jumped, and trying to sneak grabs at my thigh. Like I wouldn't notice. Pft.

Santana: We had... hot dogs. Which... whatever. But it was oddly comfortable. I didn't even care when I got that red stuff on my face. Or when he got some on his. I just kissed it off. :3

Santana: Annndddddd... you mention none of this to anyone.

Kurt smiles, in spite of the vindictive start of the conversation: I believe the word you're looking for is "ketchup"

Santana sighs, rolling her eyes.: Always with the dramatics.

Santana: Fine.

Santana: Would it help if I also told you that we went to a lame movie where he tried to sneak and hold my hand, and chuckled at me every time I jumped?

Santana: Or that I got butterflies every time he looked at me?

Santana: And that... I'm really serious about not letting him go easily.

Santana: I like him, Kurt. More than is probably normal for anyone, let alone for a witch and a muggle...

Kurt: No.

Kurt: It would have helped to START with that. Now I am scarred and severely pissed off.

Kurt: And as a half-blood, I can honestly attest that your blood statuses mean nothing.

Santana: KURT! I have something very important to tell you!

Santana: ARE YOU LISTENING?! PAYING CLOSE ATTENTION?!

Santana smiles.: I don't normally go out on a limb and let myself say these things, but you might as well welcome me into the family now.

Santana: Because your brother has the biggest piece of equipment I've ever worked with, and I ain't giving that up without a fight.

Santana: Oh yeah. Also, I slept with Finn. It was short lived, but we woke the neighbors. ;)

Kurt stares at the texts, disgusted and more than a little angry: You are to delete this number and never contact me again.