Touched by His Noodly Appendage

Kurt Hummel was seven years old when his mother died, killed in a car accident by a drunk driver named Michael Blaine Anderson.

Years later, Kurt is a senior in high school and, through chance, meets a boy in a bookshop. The boy is gorgeous, kind and funny, if sometimes a bit of a dork. There is a problem, however: his name is Michael Blaine Anderson Jr.

Prologue chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight chapter nine chapter ten chapter eleven chapter twelve chapter thirteen chapter fourteen

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In which Logan is sick and sappy

Logan wakes up feeling like a herd of stampeding wildebeest are having a dance competition in his head. He’s sore all over and his skin is so sensitive that even the soft cotton of his pyjamas feels like scratchy wool. His mouth is dry and tastes like a small furry animal crawled in there and died. The worst thing is his stomach, though. It feels like he ate something that’s trying very hard to get up and out again, and waves of nausea keep washing over him. He tries to roll over on his side and get a look at his alarm clock to see what time it is, but has to abandon the attempt mid-roll when the room starts swaying and blinking in and out of focus. He flops back on his back and forces himself to take several deep breaths and to not throw up. It sort of works, but the nausea is still there, making his throat constrict and his skin clammy. He groans and closes his eyes, willing himself to go back to sleep, but he’s too uncomfortable, too hot and too thirsty, and sleep won’t come. He steels himself and tries to sit up, and he actually manages it, even it if does take some time because he keeps having to stop and wait for the world to stop swaying. He’s finally sitting upright when there’s a knock on the door and it’s opened before he has a chance to respond.

“Lo! Why aren’t you at breakf –. Oh. You look like death warmed up.”

Logan manages to arrange his face in a sneer.

“Oh, Derek, you’re such a charmer. With those manners, it’s a wonder how you can keep the girls at bay.”

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