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Less “meet cute.”  More “meet ugly.”
10. – Our muses meet doing the walk of shame. @makahwclfgirl

Sea Legs took on a whole new meaning once he finally staggered out of the hotel and into the awful crisp light of day.  Blaine could barely walk.  Either from dehydration or the fact he hadn’t slept in twenty six hours.  One look down at himself and he wondered how many buttons were left on his shirt.  How’d that hole get torn into his pants pocket?  Once again?  Kurt and he completely failed at platonic.  Making it two blocks on foot with wobbly legs and his collar hitched up to cover marks that an ache on the side of his neck hinted at–Blaine paused when he saw a woman walking towards the bus stop who appeared to be in just as worse shape as he was. When she stopped beside him, he pulled his coat tighter and tried to act natural. Whistling and humming–eyes settling on this or that object before this doofy smile he couldn’t resist appeared out of the blue and he squinted–looking at her with a cock of his head to the side and a peek up from the cement.  “You, too, huh?”