So my biffle/rival and I are starting a YouTube channel and we could really use some support! I know you guys probably don’t want to hear the bitching of two (intelligent) English Majors, but we would appreciate it so much if you guys could just subscribe or follow us. Then, if you decide to…
“You can’t do that to a Bible, Kurt.” The hiss of Rachel Berry’s voice was enough to deter the youngest Hummel from what he was subconsciously doing. Staring down at his hands to assess the damage, Kurt was not surprised to find a mess of Bible shavings decorating his lap. Trying to flick them away discreetly, he tried not to distress over the state of his uniform now. He always did this during Mass, especially around homily time. It started off as something he did out of nerves his first year at Dalton, but even after various attempts at stopping, his mind always seemed to take control of his fingers. Scratching the color and material off Bible covers was surprisingly a difficult habit to break. He hadn’t had decent nails for years.
My sister is just sitting there, looking all adorable as I’m writing.
Then she reaches for my book and tries to tear pages out.
I’m just sitting there, too shocked to move.
And then I remember she’s a baby and she gives one of THOSE looks.
So I have no choice but to forgive her. Meanwhile, I’m dying inside.
I’ve decided that I’m only allowed to check tumblr once every hour for five minutes til I finish this chapter. Like, seriously. HOW DO YOU PEOPLE STILL LIKE ME?!