CPCoulter.com
Hi, I'm CP Coulter.
I love to write, and to listen to music. I may put some original things here, I may put fan fiction here.
I adore acting, and I love to sing. This is why I love Broadway, Musicals, Movies that combine both, and Glee.
Feel free to look around.
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a) it got buried,
b) it has been asked and answered before
c) it would reveal too much plot, or
d) I would answer you, but you don't have an ask box I can drop the answer in. :)
(via coco-hummel)
My name is Kurt Hummel. When I was a little boy, I had an imaginary friend, and when I grew up, he came back. He’s called the Doctor. He comes from somewhere else. He’s got a box called the TARDIS that’s bigger on the inside and can travel anywhere in time and space. I ran away with him, and we’ve been running ever since.
OKAY I’VE DIED NOW—
*swoon*
Since my awesome friend memoryoftrees1 and I are completely insane, we decided to hold a Glee marathon during which we baked cupcakes that resembled slushies and a rainbow cake. Here are the results.
They kind of look like slushies, right? Right?
No? Okay…
No we did not have three cupcakes each, what are you talking about.
It’s the we-love-Jogan-and-Klaine-and-Juliark-and-CP-Coulter/happy-21st-birthday-Chris-Colfer cake, with mandatory rainbow sprinkles.
Yes, it was full of Klainebows. Because we have no bounds when it comes to Glee.
OMG this is the most adorable thing ever! <3 <3 <3
(glomps you) Aww! You made cake with our names on it! You’re totally amazing! XD And I want some of that cake! My stars, that looks amazing! <3 Thank you!! I’m so glad you and your friends had a lot of fun!
WHO HERE HAS EVER FELT PERSONALLY VICTIMIZED BY BLAINE
ANDERSONWARBLER?
AIR—AIR—OMG—!! XDDDD
Julian Larson stepped out of Stuart, practically dancing on the curb as he balanced his leather messenger bag full of books on his left arm and a red bull and a grande nonfat mocha in his right hand. He passed Logan and Derek playfully punching each other on their way up to go work on a project, easily ducking under the flying arms of the two boys.
“Afternoon, gentlemen.” Julian simply smirked as he turned on his heel and practically skipped past the Stuart gates.
Logan and Derek exchanged glances with each other.
“What the hell is up with him?” Derek muttered.
Logan shrugged, crossing his arms.
Julian was heading through the courtyard when he jumped back, narrowly dodging a massive water balloon filled with blue paint. The red bull wobbled dangerously from where it was balancing on top of the Styrofoam coffee cup lid. Julian looked up at a nearby tree to see the twins lounging in it.
“Nice try.” Julian said smoothly as he strutted past the twin dynamos, who both had bewildered, amused expressions on their faces.
He was halfway across campus when he was approached by a small gaggle of fans, as they appeared.
“Hello, ladies.” Julian smiled the usual photoshoot-grin as he produced a sharpie from his back pocket and popped it open, signing their open notebooks quickly before readjusting the strap on his bag, still being cautious of the drinks in his right hand.
“Hi Julian!” The group squeaked with huge grins.
“How are you all today? Unfortunately, I’m not able to stay and chat for long.” Julian said with the usual charming tone in his voice.
After some scattered replies, a small girl in the back piped up.
“Are you going to film, Julian?” She asked with a small, high voice that suit her well.
“Actually no, I was just heading to see someone special.” Julian said with a wink, as if the second drink didn’t state the fact already. The girls squeaked and did their usual pleased jumping-up-and-down as well as asking scattered, rushed questions.
“Are they nice?” “Julian! Are you two in love?” “Are they pretty?”
Julian simply rolled his eyes in a good-natured way.
“Yes, yes and yes. Thanks for the chat, girls. But I gotta run.” Julian said, heading off.
He’d finally made it to the school parking garage. He strolled across the polished tile, picking a fresh white towel off the pile by the door and he walked over, setting the book bag and drinks down quietly.
He walked over to a car that was currently hauled up on a few cinderblocks, kneeling down and rapping his knuckles on the side of the vehicle.
Kurt Hummel’s face appeared from under the car, one of his pale cheeks covered in oil as the green-blue eyes lit up at the sight of the actor.
Julian didn’t say anything; he simply wiped the oil off with the towel gently and stooped down to press his lips to the countertenor’s.
Just like usual.
Oooooooh… XD This is new.
