#posts: paras

Kurt remembered his first semester- Rachel was a semester ahead of him due to Madam Tibideaux having a moment of insanity and all Kurt could do was take an extra course. He’d hoped he and Rachel could rule the school, but Rachel had other things on her mind. Most notably Brody. As hot as he was he was ten times more irritating. So, Kurt had to take matters into his own hands and join clubs to meet people. He’d joined the Tennessee Williams Playwright Group and a few other clubs- including the Adam’s Apples, which gave him a glee club and eventually a boyfriend.

This semester wasn’t much different. He’d again, taken an extra class so it didn’t seem like he was farther behind, and he’d been looking at clubs to join. He even started one of his own- The Stephen Sondheim Appreciation Club.

Kurt hummed to himself as he put up posters in the common area. He wasn’t going to tell Adam, but he’d even covered a few Apples posters. They really didn’t need any more members anyway, and Kurt really wanted to get his club going. Adam had even refused to join because he was more of an Andrew Lloyd Webber fan. Kurt had scoffed at that, though. He’d heard the stories about Andrew from Patti LuPone herself- well, in her biography at least.

Cole and Lucy parted and went separate ways in the cave, both moving forward but on different sides. Lucy had the dream root on her, but had told Cole that some of the others would have some on them as well. It was only a few moments before she could make out the silhouette of a girl, and upon closer inspection, Cole realized it was Allison. Carefully, and with a little struggle due to her weakness, Cole lifted Allison from the hook and laid her gently on the ground. She quickly checked through Allison’s pockets and found a vial.

To say Cole was tired would be an understatement. She could remember the last time she got a decent night’s sleep, any memory of a happy dream was replaced by constant nightmares of losing her little sister, Lucy. So, instead of being in her apartment with said little sister, as she should be, she found herself making her way to her best friend’s place.

There had been a time when she would have never considered Derek Hale to be someone worth befriending. But given everything, and knowing who he is at heart, she couldn’t think of anyone she’d rather call her best friend. They often confided in one another over the many different things they’ve dealt with over the years; the loss of his family, the death of the first man she ever loved, Camden. They bonded over being the eldest sibling, and being a bit over protective of their younger sibling.

It was this friendship they had created that had her slipping the key she’d been given into the lock, hand trembling slightly as she recalled the reason she couldn’t sleep. Because maybe losing Lucy wasn’t her only fear. Maybe losing Derek, a friend she had never know she could have, was just as equally terrifying.