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huh. I just managed a short little scene for a fic that's been stalled for a couple weeks, through the cunning expedient of writing only in lowercase letters, to fool my brain into believing I was just making notes and rough sketches and not actually Writing, so it didn't have to tense up and panic. This will probably never be effective again.

because I can, and nobody can stop me: excerpt!

[[context: a phone conversation in a starbucks]]

"Kurt?" Blaine prompted, after several empty seconds. "Hey, talk to me, what's going on?" Openly concerned, now. With a fierce effort, Kurt forced something resembling steadiness into his voice.

"Hang on." He grabbed his bag and went outside, leaning against the plate glass window, where nobody was listening. "I have--something happened."

Blaine made an encouraging noise. Kurt closed his eyes.

"It's possible I may have impregnated Rachel Berry," he said. Blaine was silent for a long time.

"Okay," Blaine said, eventually. "That's not what I was expecting."

Kurt tried to laugh, but it came out a sob and he immediately wanted to die. "Sorry," he choked, pressing his hand over his suddenly-wet eyes, "sorry, I'm not--I'm freaking out. A little."