dorothy's slippers.

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So here's what you missed on Glee:

Puck and Santana have been stranded on an island that kind of reminds them of Lost, except without the cool polar bears and the smoke monster, and both of them are missing home and feeling way out of their league, even if neither will admit to it. ( "Not your type of party, is it?" "If I say no, you're going to

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"Do you always just burst randomly into song?" Coraline asked curiously, leaning over the edge of one of the sofas so she could stare at the boy. Coraline had watched High School Musical over a hundred times and she'd always just wanted to burst out into song but whilst she had been gifted with unending curiosity, she most definitely had not been gifted with a good voice. "It's kind of like on High School Musical but without back up dancers. You should probably get some of them. Oooh, and fireworks."

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"Did... you honestly just compare a classic Broadway song to High School Musical? Oh, you poor child," Kurt immediately lamented, shaking his head as he took a couple of paces closer, arms folded neatly over his chest. Yes, it was a little bit embarrassing, perhaps, to have been caught in the middle of a rather heartfelt song and performance, one that he hadn't spent any amount of time practicing (for all he knew, he'd probably been off-key). But Kurt was nothing if not a performer, and so he allowed the thought to slide easily off his back as he offered the girl a tolerant smile. He'd never been the best with kids younger than himself. "At any rate, I imagine it'd be very difficult to secure back-up dancers and fireworks until whenever I happen to make it big."

His smile was dampened a little as a glance towards the bookshelf reminded Kurt that he was far from where he wanted to be.

"Which, I'm told, probably won't happen as long as I'm on this island."

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"I'm not a child. I'm nearly fifteen. Sort of. Well, I'm fourteen but I'm only nine months away. And High School Musical is brilliant, it has Zac Effron in it. Have you seen Zac Effron? He's... flawless," Coraline enthused, staring at the rather pretty boy. Coraline had known handsome boys and strong boys and rugged boys but never pretty ones and he was really, really pretty. "We have dance classes here and really famous ballerinas and there's loads of dancers at the Catscratch Club place maybe if you ask then people will dance for you."

Coraline would dance back up for him. She might not know her way around a tune but she could certainly dance and her mostly akward stage was finally rubbing off now that her growth spurt was slowing down some. "Why can't you be big here?"

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"Fourteen and three months is a child, as much as I'm sure it pains you to hear," Kurt replied first, leaving no room for argument. If there was anything that Kurt knew well, it was that it didn't matter how many responsibilities a child could be made to shoulder. It didn't matter whether Quinn had birthed a baby, whether he had to watch over the house after his father had suffered a heart attack, whether Artie had been in a car crash that had left his legs paralyzed. All of those experiences gave them ground to stand on and strength to their hearts, but every single one of the kids in New Directions was just that: a kid. Kurt happened to embrace that fact. It reminded him that, no matter how distant his dreams felt, there was time yet. "I'm seventeen, myself, and almost eighteen, and even I know that I'm still a child. And waxing poetic about Efron, while not completely undeserved, only seems to push you back into the sea of teenyboppers