paulcolfers:

jude:

i will be pretty bummed if season four doesn’t involve kurt and santana sharing a tiny slummy apartment in NYC, working crappy day jobs, and trading snarky barbs on a daily basis as they try to get their big breaks.

arguing over whether the curtains kurt sews are homespun chic or so hideously tacky the von trapp kids wouldn’t deign to wear them on laundry day. kurt being touched that santana was actually paying attention when he tried to force a sound of music sing-along roommate bonding session. fighting over who deserves the last ramen noodle packet. settling to split it as long as kurt works his kitchen voodoo and turns it into some kind of stir-fry or stroganoff. quietly showing up at each other’s little gigs and performances and clapping the loudest.

that one time kurt sympathetically brings up lesbian bed-death as a possible explanation for her bad mood and santana falls off the couch and rolls around crying with laughter for twenty minutes.

#are you kidding me hummel? i’ve got 99 problems but getting laid isn’t one of them #two words for you ladyface: MULTIPLE. ORGASMS. #i can’t speak for the rest of the lesbian population but trust me i’ve forgotten more about the clitoris than straight men will ever know #now are we doing this sweet valley high marathon or not jackass #and i swear to god if you forgot to get ice cream on your way home your bed-death will be literal because i will kill you while you sleep #…HEY GET YOUR FINGERS OUT OF YOUR EARS I’M TALKING TO YOU

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