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KH: have you managed to whip the sidesteppers™ into shape?
SS: for the first time in well, ever, we might actually give you guys a run for your money…
KH: nooo, i was counting on your ineffective leadership to let us breeze through Regionals!
SS: i know that putting in actual effort is new for you public school plebs, but it is how the majority of actual competing clubs work
KH: i must have read that wrong, you didn’t actually just imply that you trust fund babies know more about hard work than us “public school plebs”
SS: looking this good for all those functions, spending so much time traveling the world, it’s a hard life Kurt
KH: you’re actually the worst
SS: so i’ve been told ;)
KH: i’m just going to ignore that
KH: did i mention that the show’s in a few weeks?
SS: no, now that you’ve reminded me though it’s like required by law that you get me a ticket
KH: suuuuure
SS: pleeeease
SS: JUST DO IT!
SS: peer pressure, pEer PrEssuRE, PEER PRESSURE
SS: i’m
SS: just
SS: going
SS: to
SS: keep
SS: s
SS: p
SS: a
SS: m
SS: m
SS: i
SS: n
SS: g
SS: _
SS: y
SS: o
SS: u
SS: _
SS: u
SS: n
SS: t
SS: i
KH: ok, fine, you win, i’ll get you a ticket
KH: just sTOP SPAMMING ME
SS: *smiling devil emoji*
“KURT” Mr. Shue yelled, effectively snapping Kurt out of his phone bubble where he could ignore the fact that they were about to go on for yet another sectionals where he would have no leads.
“I’m ready Mr. Shue,” Kurt said. “To sway in the background behind Rachel’s whiny voice,” he added to Santana and Brittany, getting a giggle out of both.
KH: gtg, sectionals *eye roll emoji*
SS: wait, you’re at sectionals
SS: and you’ve been texting ME?
SS: i’m not sure if i should feel honored or just straight up confused
But Kurt had already shut his phone off and was preparing to go on stage.
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They won sectionals, of course, but now they had something much more important to prepare for, at least in Kurt’s opininton, the musical. With only three days left to opening night Kurt and Santana practiced in every moment they weren’t preparing for cheer sectionals, which were a week after the musical closed, they were rehearsing. Kurt used the few free seconds he had left to text Sebasian, by this point they had exchanged numbers. Santana and Brittany knew about him, and Kurt’s not so subtle crush because they practically spent every waking hour around him, and even most of the sleeping ones too. Kurt had made sure that Sebastian had a good seat that was far away from his father, and even farther from any of Blaine’s entrances.
As the days slowly turned into hours before opening night Santana and Kurt started to put on their costumes, and got to talking. “You know,” said Santana, “at the beginning of highschool, hell the beginning of the year, the last place I thought I’d end up was in a dressing room with you.”
“I know!” said Kurt, “my first relationship, and pretty much all my old friendships fell apart, but I can’t help feeling like this is honestly the happiest I’ve been since, I don’t even know.”
“This is literally the most cheesy conversation I’ve had, unless you count that one time that Brittany made me take a 3 hour course on different types of dairy, and their effects on alcoholic cats, so let’s get the hell out of here and show those bitches what we’ve got."