By the time he had teamed up with the one that looked like a very young Tristan, and the one that looked like Bedevere, if Bedevere had been a changeling, or, at least, vaguely fey, he still had not found Merlin.

Eliot cooks. Alec likes it.

Kurt revenge-seduces Jesse St. James. The glee club helps.

"At least we don't have to do the walk of shame?" Adam said.

Arthur, Eames, and Tim Drake, in a Canadian shack. This was started as a series of comment-fills for [personal profile] aphelant, [personal profile] anatsuno and [personal profile] puckling, and continued because I am fucking cold and reading about huddling for warmth makes me feel better. This is a sequel to my Eames/Dick Grayson fic, Walkover. If you are not familiar with Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, you....don't actually need to know that much about them, other than that they were both at one time Robin to Bruce Wayne's Batman. Looks-wise, in my head at least Tim looks like a young JGL, and Dick Grayson looks like Santiago Cabrera (Lancelot in Merlin).