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Current Mood: worried

[Kurt turns on his his communicator and looks directly into it - he's sending an SOS out on the network.]

Look. I know we spend ninety percent of our time on the network bickering...if not more, so this might sound unusual. [He shifts, straightening his posture out of nervous habit and turning his nose up.] ...But I haven't seen Rachel since that announcement. The one where she was arrested.

Has anyone seen her? Finn? Ms. Pillsbury? ...Anyone?

[He waits, as though the communicator will answer him. It doesn't.]

We need to find her, before something happens to her. I don't know who that Queen thinks she is, or what she thinks she's capable of...[Unfortunately, his bravery wavers a bit there.] ...but I'd rather not find out.

[He goes to shut it off, but before the feed dies, he mutters one last thing] ...I can't believe she was arrested for singing.

[After this thread, Kurt just couldn't take it anymore. Ugh, Rachel and her conceited, bossy, ego-centric, badly dressed self. Why did he have to be stuck here with her of all people? Well, Ms. Pillsbury was there too, but among his peers, he was stuck with Rachel. Where were Mercedes, and Finn, and Tina, and, well, anyone else ~~except Puck~~? She had taken over the glee club enough times at McKinley though - just the thought of sitting by and letting her force her way into the leadership role made him cringe.

Apparently she had been thinking something similar, because when he entered the hall to go speak to her, she was there already, just two doors down. They stared at each other, for a second or so. Then, they knew there was only one way to settle this. An impromptu diva off, right here, right now. Rachel's big broadway voice has already been heard over the network, but this is the first time Kurt has sung for everyone. Kurt's voice is very high, and feminine. He could easily be mistaken for a woman if there wasn't video to go along with it.

Oddly enough though, even though they're about to sing out how much they hate each other, their voices actually harmonize nicely. Neither of them seem to notice they're being recorded.]

( Cut for length and to spare your eyes from the bright colors. )

Current Mood: artistic

[Kurt's up in his room, deliberating over something in his closet. There are pillows carefully lined up on the floor in a bed-like shape, because he still hasn't had the chance to properly redecorate, and his bed is still firmly lodged into his wall. He has a sheet awkwardly hung up where the door is supposed to be, is is going to pretend it's chic until he can fix it. ~~Thanks a lot, Meriken.~~ There are accesories all along the makeshift bedding, everything from hats to scarves to bandannas to sunglasses. It's starting to look like a Claire's in here.

He has his lunch from his mother Emma open on his desk, and he's been nibbling at it. He's also taped the note she wrote him to his mirror like a total mama's boy.

Kurt turns around with two hats in hand. He doesn't look at the camera though, but at the guest in his room.]

Well, what do you think, Pikachu? Charming little newsboy or debonair fedora?

[He lifts each one in turn, as though it will really help Pikachu weigh his options. ...YES HE'S PLAYING DRESS-UP WITH HIS PET; DON'T JUDGE. It should be the first thing everyone does with their Pikachu. Seriously. Plus they have time while they wait for Grandpa to come take pictures.]

Current Mood: annoyed

[The post turns on, and enough time has passed between when Kurt arrived and now for his panic to turn into livid anger. His hands are firmly attached to his hips and he is not pleased.]

Excuse me, but what am I doing here? To the owner of this mansion – if you had actually requested my services instead of stealing me away like Mr. Ryerson driving around in a suspicious white van, I would have been more than happy to help you in your obvious need for redecorating. I’m not even sure how I got here, but this is unacceptable.

My father will flip when he realizes I never made it home, and I have glee club to worry about too. I can’t just disappear. What is this, The Lovely Bones? The Elizabeth Smart Story? [He realizes he’s comparing himself to 14-year-old girls, and stops himself, because he does kind of look and sound like a 14-year-old girl. He takes a deep breath and tries calm down.]

Can anyone actually hear me on this thing? Or better yet, can anyone tell me what on Earth is going on?

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