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fangirl-everythang · 3 years

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Happy Father's Day

Summary: (1/3) Y/n hasn't told Harry that she is pregnant yet, however, when the day comes around she finds out he's cheating.

Warning: Swearing, Taylor Swift Bashing (I love Taylor don't get me wrong, it's just for the story's sake.)

Word Count: 1492

It's been 5 weeks since I found out I was pregnant. I wanted to tell Harry the moment I found out. I scheduled a doctor's appointment to confirm it because you can't really trust generic pregnancy. But when the doctor confirmed it, I had no idea how to respond.

Hiding this from him has been the hardest thing I've ever done. Harry and I have been together for almost five years now. We met at his twenty-second birthday party in New York, I was twenty. He was pretty upset that he still had to tour for his birthday, but he said it was great making a new friend. Next thing you know we went public after two and moved in together for our third year. I'm so in love with him, but our careers are taking off, a baby would just interfere with all of it however Harry has always wanted children. He'd make such a great dad too, I can only imagine what our family will look like. But these thoughts often consume me, what if he doesn't want this?

I thought Father's Day would be the best day to tell him, you know like a surprise, and what a better time unless of course, he doesn't want our child. Our parents are coming over because of course, we have gifts and brunch so it's like three for one.

I've been distant from him recently, he's so concerned about me he thinks something is terribly wrong with my morning sickness and all. I figured I'd tell him with a gift which is a wooden base with yarn woven letters made of nails that spells 'dad' with the first ultrasound underneath, there's a card too! I'm so excited to finally start a family with Harry, I just hope he feels the same way. I have mugs for each of our dads that say, 'soon to be grandfather'. Honestly, I couldn't be happier. Opening the front door, I place the keys on the table next to me and walk the bags to the living room. That's funny Harry would've greeted me by now? He's probably asleep.

Setting up for later, I bring the balloons over realizing the tablecloths are upstairs. I work my way up the steps. These are gonna be a hassle with an extra 30-40 pounds on me. The closer I get to the top, I hear a light moan.

"I love y/n, she can't know about this" Harry's voice spoke.

Tiptoeing to peak into our bedroom I see my beloved boyfriend, father of my child shirtless kissing a pant-less Taylor Swift. Wow. Just my, fucking luck. Of course, he would! I mean what was I thinking.

"Of course not, my reputation is already bad" she breathes, cupping the side of his face.

I just watch him continue to kiss her after leaning into her touch. Debating whether to go in there, I feel frozen in my steps.

"This doesn't feel right" his deep voice sighs. No shit.

"She doesn't even care about you Harry, isn't that what you told me?" She says sweetly, such a snake.

He sighs and flips them, the scene before me, causes tears to come to my eyes. Opening the door making my presence known Harry turns to me with wide eyes while Taylor scrambles to find her pants and shirt.

"Y/n it's not-"

"I don't want to hear it" I say to him. Irritation and disgust line my voice. Grabbing the table covers I go back downstairs. I have what I need. After looking at my presentation admiring the work I've done. Harry and Taylor both come downstairs. His eyes red and puffy. I swear the tears make his eyes appear more beautiful, I hope my child has his eyes at least.

Astounded by my quiet stature he sits next to me and I stiffen. I'm just quiet because it's keeping me from crying. Taylor stares blankly at the floor.

"Why the fuck are you still here? Leave." I spit at her.

Oh, how I wish I could drink.

The doorbell rings alarming Taylor. I just walk her to the door and invite our parents in "Thank you Taylor" I say sincerely seeing her nod and pull off fast in her car. Tramp.

"What's that about?" Anne ask,

" New music" she smiles and comes in with everyone trailing her steps.

"Harry what's wrong love?" she asks wiping his tears.

"Nothing just allergies mum" she pats his back and sits at the table.

"Five years, I cannot believe it, Harry it's the longest you've had!" Rob states. "And the fans love you Y/n" Anne adds lightly patting my shoulder. "Our little girls all grown up" y/m/n wipes a fake tear from her eye. Everyone laughs. Thank god Harry is next to me so I don't have to look at him. He places his hand in my lap, but I push it off, going unnoticed by the crowd around us.

"Gift time!" I exclaim as he tries again. Placing each one down in-front of them, they all look up slightly confused.

"What's this?" Y/d/n ask.

"Open them, Haz just wait a few seconds after" they all agree. Rob opening his first then y/d/n they look at me then Harry, our moms looks match Harry's as he unwraps his gift. Stunned he looks at me with tears in his eyes. "Y-you're pregnant?"

"Yeah, surprise." Our parents run up to hug us.

"It's about time, I'm getting old over here!" Y/m/n shouts. Once they leave excitedly picking out baby names. I refuse to look at Harry. I make my way upstairs and begin packing some clothing.

"W-what are you doing?" Harry ask quietly.

"What does it look like Harry?" I say pushing past him going to the bathroom and grabbing some necessities. He just leans on the door frame watching me, still refusing to look at him. At first, I cared but I've made up my mind.

"How far along are we?"

"I'm almost 6 weeks but that doesn't matter" trying to walk past him he just grabs my arm and pulls me into him.

"I love you so much," he cries into my neck. I just stand there, motionless "I'm such a fuck up. Please don't leave me. I want to be here for you, for our baby. Y/n please." His hot tears continue to stream onto my shirt leaving a wet patch.

I soon give in rubbing his back gently. "Calm down Harry," I whisper into his ear as his sobs get louder "Breathe, okay."

Sitting on the closest surface near me, today has been long; I'm tired and pregnant give me a break. He stands between my legs looking down at me. I love him I do, and I want the best for our child, but this hurt. The one request I've had is he doesn't cheat, and he did. I stare at my feet avoiding him at all cost until his hand lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him. "I'm not asking you to forgive me, but I am asking you to stay." He states softly placing a random string of hair behind my ear. He slowly starts leaning in I don't stop him. Suddenly feeling nauseous at the thought of him kissing Taylor, I shove him away from me crying.

He tries to hold me, but I just shake my head frantically, "Harry No," I cry. "How could you!? In our house Harry!" I shout. Continuing to pack my things making myself mad at the thought of his hands all over his ex.

"Y/n I'm so sorry please just stop," clothes I need clothes, just for a few days I'll buy more later. Walking into the bedroom opening my laptop ignoring his pleads. I book a hotel for two weeks, until I situate what is happening. He just sits on the bed trying to see what I'm doing but I soon erased my browser history and factory restarted the device so he can't track anything. Let's combine our accounts so our calendars sync. A swell idea. Wiping my tears, I pack outfits for each day that wouldn't show anything to the paparazzi. He sits there with his head in his hand's sharp intakes of breath audible.

As I approach him, he assumes I'm going to touch him, but I simply go into the drawer next to him. Cringing at the thought of him and Taylor who were here not over 6 hours ago, Grasping the more recent black and white photos gently until I get a photo album for them. Contemplating for a minute looking at the small framed version of my uterus I carefully tear one off handing to him before I seal my bag and walk away, taking my keys and loading my stuff in the backseat.

Looking through the rearview mirror, saying a silent goodbye to the home I hoped to raise my child. It'll get better- I hope.

A/n: Hello Loves! This is also a piece I had on wattpad. Most of these posts today will be Wattpad uploads. I'm trying to see which platform suits my work best. Bear with me while I figure Tumblr out. Masterlist coming soon!

xoxo Janelle

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noona-clock · 4 years

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The Engineer - Part 5

Genre: Engineer!AU

Pairing: Chanwoo x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,312

Thankfully -- and a bit surprisingly -- you received a text from Chanwoo the day after your date/not-date/hangout/whatever it was, and it really didn’t seem like he had noticed you being awkward at the very end. He simply asked how your day was going and if your air conditioner was still working.

You smiled to yourself, and from there, things between you were normal. He didn’t bring up the word ‘date,’ and you didn’t bring up how weird you’d been. The two of you just had a pleasant and entertaining text conversation!

In fact, the two of you had quite a few pleasant and entertaining text -- and phone -- conversations over the next week. Since he was busy doing mechanical engineering stuff all day, he would respond to you here and there until he got in his car to drive home late in the evening -- and that’s when the real talk began. He would call you as he drove, and you would put him on speakerphone as you lazed on the couch.

What started out as everyday small talk (”How was your day? How was work? Did you eat?”) turned into discussions about random conspiracies and existential speculations. For a guy who said his main hobbies were baseball and video games, he sure had a lot of deep thoughts.

Speaking of baseball -- the two of you hadn’t just spoken over the phone. One weekday when Chanwoo, apparently, hadn’t had to work, he invited you to the park where you’d first met as he was already there playing baseball.

Of course, the thought that maybe he meant this to be another date was brewing in the back of your mind... but once you got there, the atmosphere between you and Chanwoo was so relaxed, your anxieties almost instantly melted away. The talks you’d had together over the past week or so had done wonders for your relationship -- friendship -- I mean -- well, you know what I mean. Your friend relationship!

Spending time at the park was turning out to be a weekly thing, actually. Chanwoo had texted you about half an hour ago, and you were now walking to the park to meet him for the fourth week in a row.

And it had now been long enough that you were certain there was no romantic intent on his part. The two of you had gone to eat lunch and dinner together several times, but he had never tried to hold your hand or kiss you or anything. He never used heart emojis, and even though he did compliment you a lot, it wasn’t anything that made you wonder if maybe he had feelings for you.

He was such a great guy, though! He was super sweet, but he also had a savage streak that made you laugh. He was thoughtful, smart, genuine, and he was never late.

And let’s not forget about those dimples. He still had those, and they still made your heart skip a beat when he smiled or laughed.

As you walked, the park just up ahead, an idea popped into your brain... You weren’t sure if it was a good idea, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad idea. It was... an idea you would simply try out and see what happened.

You picked up the pace, knowing Chanwoo was already there waiting for you -- because he had been every other time, and you were coming to understand just how reliable this guy was.

More reliable than your air conditioning system, at least.

When you spotted him in one of the empty baseball fields, a grin came to your lips. You watched as he gently threw a ball up into the air then quickly got into hitting position with his bat, waiting for the ball to come back down. When the ball reached just the right spot in front of him, he swung his bat and you heard the telltale crack of a successful hit. The ball went sailing over the pitcher’s mound and into the outfield.

He’d done this before, and sometimes you stood out there collecting all of the baseballs -- most of the time, you sat in the front row of the bleachers and talked to him. Today, you went to the front row of the bleachers and sat down so you could talk to him.

“That was a good hit,” you said once you were close enough to him. “...Right?”

You still weren’t that well-versed in his favorite sport, but hitting it all that way had to be good!

“Yeah, I like to think so,” Chanwoo chuckled, looking over his shoulder and shooting you a grin. “How are you?”

You let out a sigh as you plopped onto the metal bleacher and said, “I’m glad for a break.”

Chanwoo’s brow furrowed softly, and a frown tugged at his lips. “Work?”

You simply nodded, letting out a positive hum in response to his question. For some reason, work had been more busy and stressful than usual, so spending your lunch hour at the park was just what you needed.

“How’s work for you?” you asked, clutching the edge of the bleacher as you watched him bend down to grab another baseball. “Have you found any other bugs yet?”

“No, not yet,” he laughed before going through his little ‘throw the ball up, wait for it, then swing’ routine.

“So, I really am just that special,” you stated. “The bugs only like my air conditioning system.”

“Well, yeah, you are pretty special,” Chanwoo murmured, and when you lifted your gaze to look at him, you saw he was still watching the baseball he’d just hit.

Hmm... That had been an interesting remark. And the tone of his voice... the fact he hadn’t been looking at you when he’d said it... and he still wasn’t looking at you now...

Before you knew it, you found yourself blurting out, “Hey, so, I was thinking -- I know someone I think you would really like, and I want to set you up with her.”

This was, indeed, the idea you’d had while walking to the park, and the fact that Chanwoo may (or may not) have just said something a little more than friendly to you made now seem like a good time to bring it up.

Chanwoo had been reaching for another baseball on the ground, but your words made him pause. His forehead wrinkled with confusion, and he turned just his head to look at you.

“You what?”

“My younger cousin,” you continued, raising your eyebrows. “She’s super fun and sweet, and she just broke up with someone a couple of months ago, so she’s single. I think you would really like her.”

As Chanwoo stood up, taking a couple of steps toward you, you slid your phone out of your back pocket and began to navigate to your photos.

“I -- I don’t --” he stammered.

“Here,” you interrupted, turning your phone around to show him a selfie the two of you had taken at the last family holiday. “She’s really, like, bubbly and cute. That kind of girl. And I think she graduated... a year after you?”

Chanwoo glanced at your phone briefly before turning his gaze back to you. “You... want to set me up?”

“Yeah!” you grinned. “I mean, I haven’t mentioned it to her yet, but she loves meeting new people, so I highly doubt she’ll say ‘no.’”

The more you thought about it, the more genius you thought your idea was. If they did end up dating, you would get to see Chanwoo at all your family gatherings!

You just... could never, ever tell your cousin how you felt about his dimples. Or that you might have gone on a maybe date with him once, though you still weren’t really sure.

“Uh... I --” Chanwoo’s cheeks had suddenly gone very pink, and he turned back around to head to home plate. “I’ll think about it. Get back to you.”

“Okay, sure,” you replied before putting your phone back in your pocket.

But then Chanwoo got out his phone, looked at it with a frown, and then said, “Actually, I just got a message from work, so... I gotta go.”

You frowned right along with him. “...Oh. Well... okay, I’ll see you --”

“Bye,” he interjected, resting his bat on his shoulder and grabbing the bag he brought with him. “Could you go get all the balls I hit into the outfield? Thanks!”

He was practically halfway to the parking lot already, so you could do nothing but call out an ‘Okay!’ after him.

Slightly trudging your feet, you headed to the outfield, picking up as many of the baseballs as you could and dropping them in a wire basket by the dugout. You then headed off of the field and toward the walking path, figuring you might as well get some more exercise in since you were here.

But something about this didn’t sit right with you.

Chanwoo wasn’t one to just leave suddenly like that, and as far as you knew, his company never scheduled emergency appointments...

So, what else could you do?

You took out your phone and called Miles.

Thankfully, he answered after one ring with a “Hello, my love.”

“Hey,” you frowned. “Are you busy?”

“Not at the mo’... What’s going on?”

“I... have a guy-related question.”

“Ooh,” Miles trilled. “I hope it’s about that younger guy. You haven’t told me anything about him since that night, and I almost blocked you on Instagram for it.”

“Oh, be quiet,” you chuckled, your lips tugging up into a smirk. “I mean, it kind of is. But we’re just friends. I was just hanging out with him at the park, and I offered to set him up with my cousin --”

“The loud one?”

“She’s not loud! She’s energetic,” you retorted.

“...Uh huh.”

“Anyway. He got kind of... weird after I brought it up, and then he had to leave suddenly for work, so...”

Miles didn’t even let you finish leaving your sentence hanging.

“Uh, he likes you,” he declared with the utmost confidence but also in that tone that clearly says ‘Are you an idiot?’

“Wha --! Miles, he does not,” you argued. “We’ve been hanging out for, like, a month and he hasn’t tried anything! Hasn’t said anything!”

“...Have you tried or said anything?”

For some inexplicable reason, you shifted your eyes all around you, as if Miles was standing in front of you and you were trying to avoid his gaze.

“Have you?” he repeated.

“...No,” you finally answered.

“So, maybe he’s too scared that you don’t like him back, so that’s why he hasn’t tried or said anything. Or maybe he has tried or said things, and you just haven’t noticed.”

“No, I --”

“Either way, he definitely likes you.”

You were still skeptical, even though Miles turned out to be right (especially about relationships) 9.8 times out of 10.

“How could you possibly know that? You’ve never met him --”

“But, girl, if you want to introduce me, I’ll get Tristan to make spaghetti for him.”

“-- And you’ve never, like, been around us together. There’s no way you could know if he likes me or not!”

Miles let out a sigh, and you could so clearly see him closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “You say you offered to set him up, yes?”

“Yes.”

“And he said he...”

“Would think about it and get back to me.”

“That’s sign number one. Your cousin is basically gorgeous -- not more gorgeous than you, of course --”

You beamed. Miles, even when he was being an annoying know-it-all, really was the best friend you could ever ask for.

“So, if he didn’t say ‘yes’ right away, he’s either playing for my team or he’s interested in someone else. Then what happened?”

“Well,” you sighed. “Then he started to go back to playing baseball, but he took his phone out and said he had to go do some work thing, and then he left.”

“How did he leave?”

Your brow knit together instantly. “What do you mean how did he leave?”

“Was he rushing?”

“...Yeah. I barely even got to say goodbye.”

“Okay, listen very closely, my dearest friend,” Miles began. “You agree with my number one, right? The fact that he didn’t say ‘yes’ immediately to meeting your cousin probably means he’s not interested in some way or another.”

It made sense, and even though you knew Chanwoo was pretty shy, you felt like he trusted you enough by now to know you wouldn’t be pulling some scheme or something.

“Yes, I think I can agree with that,” you nodded.

“So, think about this: if a guy you liked offered to set you up with his cousin, would you want to keep hanging out with him?”

...Oh, great. Sometimes, you really hated it when Miles made such valid points.

“...No,” you answered.

“Then don’t you think it’s a very reasonable conclusion that Chanwoo likes you?”

“...Maybe.”

“I rest my case.”

You simply huffed, not wanting (just yet) to admit he was probably right.

And then Miles asked the question you knew he was going to ask but was really hoping he wouldn’t.

“Do you like him?”

You almost whined because you did not want to answer that. But Miles would definitely bug you about it until you did, so you bit the bullet and said, “I think he’s a great guy, and his dimples make my heart flutter, but I don’t know.”

You could hear Miles open his mouth to say something... but he didn’t.

That wasn’t good. Miles? Not saying what was on his mind?

“What?” you asked -- though, you really more demanded.

“Nothing, I just -- Let me just ask one more question, and then I’ll let you go.”

“...Okay,” you answered warily.

“Do you ever still think about the age difference?”

Oh, shit.

Well.

He had you there.

“Point taken,” you said.

After Miles hung up, you put your phone back in your pocket and allowed yourself some time to think as you finished your walk.

Because you sure had a lot to think about.

Part 6

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mlovesstories · 6 years

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Her Husband′s New Habits HDF Part 13

Summary- Jensen and Jared’s families try to help them work through their struggles post-accident.

AN- Jared has said that people can help you and want what’s best for you, but you have to love and help yourself first. That is the view I am taking here with the boys. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Language, anxiety/depression, frustrated families, physical violence (sort of?), all the feels

Addy age 15

JJ age 3

Twins age 5 1/2 months

Fiz ferapy - physical therapy

Early May 2017

“Hey, Mom,” Addy said as she walked down the stairs.

“Hi, baby. You ok? You look upset,” Danneel looked toward her daughter.

“Dad’s being rude, so I was rude back” Addy picked up on the way Jensen had been acting, but she had just experienced his attitude for the first time. “I didn’t even do anything. I just asked if he wanted some water, that’s all.”

“He has been tough lately.” Danneel agreed with Addy. “I’m going to put the babies down for a nap. I don’t have to be at Jared and Gen’s to get JJ until 5. Do you want to get out of the house?” Mother and daughter both smiled.

“Sure, but who will watch the babies? Dad isn’t...” the oldest daughter trailed off.

“I know. I’ll call Grandma and see if she can come over.”

“You’re the best, Mom.”

Addy went to tell her dad that they were going out after her grandma had arrived. She walked to her parents’ room, opened the door slowly, and asked if Jensen wanted anything, but he just stared at the TV.

“Okay. Bye, Dad. “ Addy closed the door softly.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know he isn’t himself right now. Let’s get outta here and have some girl time,” Danneel said as she wrapped her arm around her oldest and descended the stairs.

“Mom, it’s been six weeks. He hasn’t improved. Maybe we could have the Padaleckis over? Jared and Dad haven’t really seen each other.”

“That might be an option. I’ll think about it, sweetheart.” Danneel drove to their favorite store.

“He just... he isn’t himself. He’s been so mean. I mean, I get it. But he is never like that. He gets mad sometimes, but it’s been when I’ve messed up,”

“I understand baby, he just needs some extra grace right now,” her mom faintly smiled at her daughter as they pulled into the shopping center. The girls enjoyed time together, but they had to go pick up JJ and then go home.

“Hey, Dad. I brought you dinner.” Addy had made Jensen’s favorite. She put the tray over his lap as he looked at her.

This is improvement. He is looking at me.

Jensen knocked over the food with the back of his hand, the bowl and its contents flying toward the wall.

“DAD!” Addy watched the bowl smash into small pieces. She looked back at him after she saw the food splattered on her clothes.

“Get out. Now. Just walk away from me.”

“But Dad, You gotta eat. Let me clean this up, and I’ll bring you more. Please.” She was holding back tears as she realized she was scared of him for the first time in her life.

“No.” He rolled over facing away from his daughter.

“I’m gonna clean up the glass. It’s sharp, Dad,” she quickly picked it all up and exited, bagging it up to throw away.

When she entered her room her legs gave out, and Addy landed on the carpet. Danneel heard the noise, so she left the three younger Ackles kids with their grandma before running up the stairs. She was going toward her room when she saw Addy on the floor, rocking herself to calm down. s

“What did he do?” Danneel crouched down to help her daughter sit up. As Addy straightened, she saw the food all over her daughter’s clothes and the bag of broken bowl glass. “He threw the food?” All Addy could do was nod, she was too weak to use her voice. “Oh, Addy. I’m so sorry. I got you.” Danneel enveloped Addy into a hug on the carpet. After she quieted, her mom suggested Addy go take a relaxing bath before dinner.

“Are you sure you won’t need it? I know all the babies’ bath and diaper stuff is in there.”

“No, we won’t. Go get cleaned up. Enjoy the quiet. Don’t worry about the food on the floor, it will get cleaned up later.”

“Thanks, Mommy.”

She only calls me that when she’s hurt.

Tom and Shep were playing on the floor when Jared rolled himself into the living room.

“Daddy!” Tom stood up and reached for his dad.

“Hey, buddy. I can’t hold you right now, dude. My arms are tired.

“Did you go to fiz ferapy?” Shep joined in on the conversation with his toddler voice.

“Why yes, I did. I gotta get strong like you guys!” Jared made them laugh.

“You alwedy ‘trong, Daddy!” Tom giggled.

“Aww, thanks.”

Gen called everyone for dinner with Odette on her shoulder.

“How was therapy?” Gen started to pass the food around the table.

“Fine, I am just really tired.” Jared knew he should have gone earlier. “Are you going to be able to take me to get my cast off next week? I forgot to tell you the doctor cleared me yesterday.”

“Oh wow. That’s amazing. If it’s when the boys are at school, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Daddy, are you getting all better?” Tom asked Jared.

“Yes, I am. Slowly but surely.” Jared was so happy that Tom noticed.

“What ‘bout Unca Jensen?” Shep asked about his uncle.

“I am not sure. We’ve both had to get better by ourselves. Hopefully we can see them soon.”

“YES!” The Padalecki boys cheered.

Addy avoided Jensen. She was scared of him. She did not deliver food to him or check on him like she had previously. She couldn’t bring herself to interact with him, and Danneel wouldn’t let her. While Danneel was at the babies’ doctor’s appointment, JJ was in her playroom coloring. She exited to go show Addy her drawing, but she saw Jensen’s door open.

“Hi, Daddy.” JJ walked in.

Jensen stared off, but turned when JJ said hello.

“Hi.” There was no emotion on his face. JJ climbed up on the bed and tried to cuddle with him, but he immediately pulled away.

“NO! GET OFF ME!”

JJ’s eyes teared up as she recovered from his arm shoving her away. Instantly, she ran out as Addy entered, trying to find her sister.

“HOW DARE YOU HURT HER! You are such a bitch!” Addy couldn’t take it anymore. Jensen expressed shock for the first time in weeks. “You will not touch her, you understand me? Why do you think I have been ignoring you, Sen?” Addy let it all out. She took a breath.

“My name is Dad to you, Addison.”

“Really? That’s funny, cuz I thought you had to be a dad in order to be called that. You’re just like the guy who left me and Mom. When you’re ready to act like a dad, tell us. I’m done.” Addy was about to leave the room when she heard him shift in the bed.

“What?” Jensen didn’t like his daughter’s disrespect.

“I’m done being scared around you. You like my sass, right? Well, I’ll give you some! It’s your choice whether you deal with the accident or not. Not ours. If I have anything to do with it, you will not go near JJ or the twins until you are better. You will not hurt them like you hurt me. You taught me that people don’t treat other people the way you just hurt JJ. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go take care of YOUR daughter because of what YOU did. Excuse me.” With that, she exited the room, found JJ, and calmed her.

Jared was cleared by the doctors to resume normal activities since he had gotten his arm and leg casts off and his other physical injuries had healed. He was in contact consistently with his psychologist and doing breathing exercises when anxious. Jensen had taken his phone call the previous week, but hung up on Jared when Jensen felt threatened.

Danneel begged Jared to come over. Jensen needed someone who had been there. Both families agreed to meet at the Ackles’ home for dinner. The Padaleckis arrived and the kids were off to run around. Gen and Addy helped Danneel set the table while Jared ascended the stairs to the master bedroom.

Jared didn’t knock. He didn’t give Jensen a chance to ignore Jared’s presence.

“Hey, dude.” Jared entered the room with a steady, calm voice.

“Go away, Jared. Did Danneel put you up to this? I’m gonna tell her to stop inviting people over!”

“Hate to break it to you pal, but you haven’t been doing much of anything,” Jared cut him off. “I doubt you’ll make good on that promise.”

“Why are you here? Go live your life. You’ve recovered. Good for you,” Jensen angrily responded.

“I’m here because my kids have missed your kids. And Gen and Danneel wanted to hang out. It was an excuse to get out of the house, “ Jared replied. “Looks like you haven’t left the room. Why don’t you get out, see the munchkins?”

“They don’t need me. I can’t do anything right.”

“Dude, get over yourself.” Jared knew this was a rough approach, but he thought Jensen needed it.

“Huh?” Jensen glared at Jared. “Get over myself? I almost died. I still have breathing issues, my memory hasn’t improved-”

“Those last few sentences were all about you. Did you notice that?”

“Don’t give me the psychology crap, Jared.”

“You have a lot to offer others, even if you are hurting. You don’t think I have never experienced what you are feeling right now? How did I get better?”

“Friends.”

“And?”

“Putting yourself above others until you were better, but I feel like shit, Jared. I don’t want to face the world. No thanks.”

“Yes, exactly. You FEEL like shit. YOU are not shit. You just feel like it. Don’t trust your feelings right now, pal. You can’t. I love you as a brother, but you have to love you too. You have a choice, make it. No more analysis paralysis for you. You choose. Do you want to wither away in a bedroom and watch your kids be scared of you? Or do you want them to see you as their hero? If you want to be alone, go ahead! Just tell Danneel so she and the kids can move on. If you want to live, truly live, you gotta fight. And fight hard. We are here for you, but it’s up to you.

“Get out of here!” Jensen sat up.

“When did you shower last?”

“Don’t, Jared.”

“Just answer the question. No judgement, just an honest question.”

“Five days ago.”

“Let’s go.” Jared walked closer to Jensen, grabbed his arm and yanked him off the bed.

“What? No! Jared! You aren’t the boss of me.” Jensen, acting like a child, was not happy with Jared dragging him toward the bathroom.

“Do you want me out of here?”

“Yes!” Jensen was almost tossed into the bathroom.

“Then shower like an adult. Here,” he grabbed a towel and washcloth and threw them at Jensen. “You have five minutes. Go.”

At the one minute mark, Jared heard a crash. He walked into the bathroom. Jensen was slouching in the tub, fully clothed with the showerhead spraying water on his face. Jensen’s eyes were red and puffy. Jared took a beat to collect himself as he took in the scene before him.

“I feel again. I feel so bad that I put my family through this. Help me?”

“Sure, buddy. Of course. Stand up.” Jared assisted Jensen in getting out of the tub. “Get cleaned up, and then we’ll fix it.”

“Okay,” Jensen huffed a sigh of relief and watched Jared exit.

After Jensen took his shower, he met Jared in the bedroom. Jensen expressed how he hadn’t been himself, and he told Jared about his meanness toward his girls. Jared listened, and he guided Jensen through what steps to take next. He asked that Jared go get Danneel.

“I’m so sorry, babe. I’m so sorry,” Jensen cried as Danneel entered their room.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I haven’t treated you well. I love you. Please know that. Thank you for sticking with me. I promise I’ll try harder.” He stood from the bed and gave her a bear hug. ‘I’m so, so, so sorry.”

“Oh, Jay. Come back to me? Please?” Danneel whimpered into his chest.

“Absolutely. You and me, always.”

Hope you liked it! Tell me what you think! We will be moving on from this time stamp now! I know the last three (I think) chapters have been one storyline, but we shall go forward! Thanks for all the likes and reblogs!

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cynicinafishbowl · 6 years

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your DVD meme for ch 5 has renewed my interest in the first conversation between tristan, evie, and darcy where the topic of elizabeth bennet first crops up. if it wouldn't spoil anything, can you elucidate? many thanks! :D

I give you: a brunch scene (under the cut)

Meanwhile, in an immaculately appointed breakfast room in an imacculately appointed house in an excellent part of London [Caroline keeps an excellent house], the subjects of that conversation were, unsurprisingly, given the room they occupied, breakfasting.

“Fitz…”

“Yes?”

“Why is it that when I unlocked your phone and opened your facebook I found that you were stalking the profile of a certain woman?” [Evie you little shit]

“Evelyn…”

“Yes?”

“How is it that you were able to unlock my phone?”

“Because you were too busy getting prodigiously fucked during Question Time to spend a few hours setting it up, and so knowing that you hate fingerprint activation and so would never use it, I set it to my fingerprint. Which, before you even bother, is not something you can change until you get a new phone.” [This struck me as the easiest way for someone to have access to someone else’s phone, and I wanted Fitzwilliam to always be able to hack into Darcy’s phone]

Darcy didn’t expend the effort of responding, because he had to admit that that was an impressive level of deviousness.

“Christ, Evelyn. That’s got to be some kind of security breach,” said a woman seated to his right, through a bite of pastry. [Caroline is, as usual, the voice of reason]

Fitzwilliam shrugged. “I like to think that if anything should come of it, I’m well enough connected to get away alright.” [He’s right. He’d be fine] He paused for a moment. “Say, Caroline, where is Charles?” [neat segue there, homie. Nobody noticed that shift in the conversation]

Caroline took her time taking a sip of tea [Yes, girl. Make them wait] and presently attended the conversation. “Charles is at work, or making eyes at his new girlfriend, or probably both. We can return to him later. Who is this certain woman you were alluding to? I must hear everything.” [Darcy doesn’t generally waste time mooning over ladies, so this is an interesting one]

“It’s nothing,” Darcy said sharply. [bullshit, mate. Now everyone smells blood]

“Well then, now I truly am intrigued. Who is this woman?”

“A civil servant from the media department, who was sent to upbraid Fitz for making the mistake of allowing himself to be photographed next to a crackpot. She seemed to make quite a lasting impression on him.” [that is, as with many things I write, certainly one interpretation of events]

“Well come on, don’t leave me hanging,” Caroline instructed, “show me photographs.”

“Pass me your phone, Darcy,” Fitzwilliam said. [Boundaries? What boundaries?]

Darcy responded a particularly rude hand gesture. [Show, don’t tell] “Use your own phone.”

“You know full well that mine doesn’t have facebook on it [he’s one of those weirdos], and Caroline’s isn’t set up to unlock when I show it my fingerprint.”

Darcy rolled his eyes and handed over the requested item [he knows that everyone’s going to find out sooner or later - Caroline and Tristan are far too nosy]. Fitzwilliam presently unlocked it, opened Facebook, and handed it to Caroline, who took the phone and flicked through the photographs. “Elizabeth Bennet,” she said, scrolling. “She really hasn’t gone the aggressive security route.” [Elizabeth ruthlessly polices her online presence so that she doesn’t need to worry about security. This is my personal method of choice, because when (for example) a place you’re applying at wants to check on your online presence, finding nothing just makes them suspicious. It is far better to have an easily visible, innocuous presence]

“All the better for Fitz to stalk her with,” Fitzwilliam smirked. [it is terribly convenient for the lad]

After a moment more, she looked up, made aggressive eye-contact with Darcy and drawled, “Why she looks to be exactly your type.”

“She’s a bit short,” Fitzwilliam chipped in. “And that’s stepping past the fact that she’s a bit left wing [everyone agrees that she is very much, essentially, his type]. And also the first time they met, he referred to her as, and I shit you not, ‘some chit’, to her face, so I don’t really see things ever happening betwixt the two of them.”

Darcy glared at his audience.

“You said what?” Caroline asked, looking up from her scrolling with a very disapproving glance. [Caroline as unimpressed matriarch is a fave]

“It was not my finest hour,” Darcy admitted grudgingly. [no shit]

“I probably ought to note that she also seems rather your type, E,” Caroline continued to drawl [Caroline is the first to articulate what basically everyone was thinking], returning to the screen.

Fitzwilliam leaned back in his chair in an affectedly louche manner. “She’s certainly, to quote Fitz, tolerable enough, [I couldn’t very much leave that line out of the fic, now could I?] but she’s slightly terrifying.” [and herein lies his problem with Elizabeth - she is too hardcore for him]

“Oh don’t be a weak bitch,” Caroline insisted [Caroline Bingley, everyone’s wingwoman since 19--], returning Darcy’s phone to him.

“And how about you, Caroline?” Fitzwilliam asked, a wicked glint in his eyes, and in a most unctuous tone. “How’s the love life?” [A quote from Bridget Jones’ Diary, when everyone keeps asking ‘So how’s the love life, Bridge?]

“Shocking, as always, thanks for asking,” Caroline replied with a flick of her hair. “Every time I try dating another DJ I’m reminded that they’re all insipid little morons, and that’s why I don’t date them.” [real is her struggle]

“So find yourself a nice lawyer.” [always a safe option, especially given her study]

“How on earth would I happen to find myself in the path of a nice lawyer?”

“I seem to recall you gaining a degree in that general subject, and then throwing it all away to become a DJ. It’s not too late to, oh I don’t know, use your law degree to be a lawyer, rather than to simply negotiate your own contracts.” [She’s getting some use out of the degree]

“Evelyn, darling, my parents have been trying that line of argumentation on me for years. What makes you think it’d work coming from you?” [ah yes, disappointed parents]

Fitzwilliam shrugged. “I suppose it was worth a shot.”

Caroline sighed. “If I were still in the closet, I could just marry Darcy. That would be so much easier.” [she is, after all, exactly his type]

Darcy decided that it was time to attempt to get in on the conversation [it’s getting a bit dicey vis-a-vis his social life]. “I am actually in the room. What makes you think that I’d be interested in marrying the closeted lawyer sister of an old friend?” [apart from the fact that she’s entirely your type?]

Caroline laughed, light and bell-like, with a swish of her hair which she had practiced painstakingly until it looked effortless when caught on camera. “I’ll have you know that I would be the perfect politician’s wife [she’d be such a great society wife]. I’m old enough money for the Party not to be horrified when you eventually make that bid for the leadership which we all know is coming; there’s nothing contentious about being a lawyer; we photograph excellently well together; and most importantly, we both know that you have better things to do than engage in trivialities like enjoying human contact. Which is why I would be ideal. I would exist literally only for photo-ops.” It was an oft-rehashed discussion, and had been ever since Darcy, seeing that she would be a most advantageous match, had asked her out that one time [honestly, Darcy, you don’t ask your best mate’s older sister out on a date. It’s just not done], and she had informed him, in a very straightforward manner, that she wasn’t really into the whole ‘penis thing’ [much to his disappointment]. “Alas, it is now a little too well known that I frequent the lady train,” she sighed. [She’s been pretty vocal on the subject]

“That and the fact that ‘popular DJ/recording artist’ doesn’t have quite the same cachet as, say, distinguished lawyer’, beloved of society,” Darcy pointed out.

Caroline made a non-committal noise, as if to indicate that she could see the potential merit in what he was saying, but wasn’t quite sure she agreed with him [after all, she could always go back to Law]. “Say, Darcy, is Georgiana showing any indications of being interested in women?” [A nice inversion of Caroline’s continual obsession with Georgiana as a means to Darcy in Pride and Prejudice]

“Not lately. If that should change, I will be sure to let you know.” [Darcy has no problems with this]

“I’d have hoped that she’d let me know herself,” Caroline sighed, before changing the subject a moment later. “Oh, fun fact!”

“Enlighten us,” Fitzwilliam invited.

“I’ve finally landed on the final iteration of my stage name.” The menfolk at the table raised their eyebrows [any occasion to use the word ‘menfolk’ will be shamelessly exploited]. “I’m switching from DJ Carolinnaea to DJ Carolinnæa.”

There was a pause before Darcy spoke. “They sound exactly the same,” he ventured with some hesitation, wondering what terrifying explanation awaited him. [I enjoy having characters very hesitantly say something which is blindingly obvious - so obvious that they’re confused as to how nobody else has commented on it, to the extent where they’re convinced that they must have missed some vital point, because nobody else seems to find it weird]

“It’s all in the spelling, Fitz. Instead of ending in a-e-a, it now goes double-n-smushy-ae-letter-a.” [describing niche things with the vaguest language possible in a flailing manner is another favoured trope of mine]

There was another, longer, pause before Darcy finally responded with “Why?” [more confusion as to ‘how is nobody else asking this, have I missed something?’]

“Why not? I was bored, and now I’m teaching the little fan-children about the existence of alternative letter forms.”

“Should you really be using an aesc in your stage name if you don’t even know what the character is called?” Fitzwilliam mused.

“That’s what it’s called!” Caroline exclaimed, delighted. “I knew I’d heard the name of it before, but I didn’t want to have to google ‘smushy ae letter’.” [I also just like the word ‘smushy’]

“I still don’t understand why you went with that name,” Darcy commented.

“Everybody loves a good Botany pun, do they not?” Caroline responded.

Darcy and Fitzwilliam just gazed at her blankly, until Fitzwilliam eventually remarked, drily even by his standards, “No, not really.”

Caroline shrugged. “So it’s just me. No matter. I think it’s bloody hilarious.”

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notarelationship · 7 years

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Clinging to This Hating Game 5/7

For the @prompt-a-klainefic blog’s 2017 Reverse Bang

Link to the art by @datshitrandom

the prompt:

Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.

High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine Rating: Explicit Warnings: some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex Word Count: ~3900 (this chapter)

Everything wonky is my fault.

AO3 link Chapter 5

On tumblr: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

Well.

After a slap fight with my beta that turned into full on mud-wrestling, this one very long chapter has been turned into two. The good news is that the second half will post no later than Sunday, and possibly earlier.

Forever thanks to @mshoneysucklepink for the beta. And the slap-fight.

Chapter 5

Kurt had always expected that by the time he reached his final semester of high school the pressure that he’d felt for four years would have fizzled out. The pressure he’d put on himself to be better, to rise above everyone’s expectations, the pressure to get everything right all the time, to take away any ammunition that could be used against him.

After all, his college applications were in, he’d sent out his audition videos (except NYADA, of course, they would require an in-person audition) and he was still in the lead for valedictorian. That should mean he should be able to coast through one semester.

It didn’t.

The glee club had a real chance of winning nationals this year, but they had to get through regionals first, and spring cheer competitions were going to start up in March and Coach Sue wouldn’t accept anything less than a first place finish. On top of that, there was no way he was going to let Blaine the Usurper take his valedictorian crown. He might be smart, and a little hot, but he was also the enemy, And he was a transfer student for pete’s sake.

So when school started back up after the holidays Kurt was outside the guidance counselor’s office checking the rankings. Kurt was still at the top of the class with a 4.21 GPA.

Blaine, however, had overtaken Harriet Gomez, and was now in second place behind Kurt. With a 4.13 GPA Blaine was poised to take the lead any time Kurt stumbled. He couldn’t let it happen. Kurt examined the rest of the standings, to make sure there weren’t any likely dark horse threats (there weren’t).

“Kurt, I’m so happy I found you.” It was Rachel.

Kurt sighed and turned to look at her. “It’s a Monday Rachel, where else would I be?”

She kept going without acknowledging his obviously rhetorical question.

“Blaine and I both received our invitations to audition for NYADA on Saturday and I thought we should all discuss carpooling together since they are holding them for all invitees on the Ohio State campus in Columbus and it just makes sense for all of us to go together.” Kurt barely heard what she said after “invitations.”

He turned away. “I didn’t get one.”

It was distressing. It was unheard of that they would audition three students from the same program and his chances had materially diminished when Blaine arrived. He had to face the fact that an audition appointment might not come at all. “I guess you’re on your own.”

“What? That’s ridiculous Kurt, you have very unique talents, and I’m sure that when the dean of admissions hears you they’ll -”

“Stop Rachel. Please.” Kurt tried not to glare, but her whole demeanor was provoking him. “I’ll let you know if an invite comes. If not you two crooners are on your own.” Kurt spun and walked away from her and toward his next class.

“I am not a crooner, Kurt!” He didn’t have to turn around to know she was stomping her foot.

Kurt managed to slip into his chair in home room with plenty of time to spare. Quinn was already there, Cheerios uniform on.

“Did you have a nice trip to Chicago with your parents?” Kurt asked her.

Quinn huffed a frown. “Delightful. My father found out I’ve been seeing Puckerman again and took away the keys to my car.”

Kurt’s eyes went wide, and he was about to disparage Mr. Fabray with the full muscle of his well-honed snark, but Blaine came rushing into the classroom just as the bell rang. Kurt’s eyes stayed wide.

In the months since football season ended Kurt had noticed a subtle change in Blaine’s personal style. (He hadn’t been looking, it had just been so obvious.) His jeans had become more well fitted (okay, tighter), the McKinley football t-shirts had been replaced with crisp polo shirts (that may have pulled teasingly across his shoulders. No - wait). The trendy sneakers had been replaced by top siders and loafers. The tidy curls were being tamed by some actual hair product.

But today, the first day of the last semester of high school, Blaine Anderson was wearing snug raspberry colored chinos, a vertically striped polo with a bow tie and two-tone oxford shoes that matched colors of the stripes on his shirt. Kurt had to bite his tongue to keep his jaw from dropping as he watched Blaine take the open seat at the front of the class.

“See something you like?” Quinn whispered.

Kurt hoped his feigned recoil was convincing; he did not need this from Quinn. “Good lord no. I was just wondering what kind of monster would pair that shirt with those pants.” Kurt shook his head. Obviously one with a ridiculously tiny waist. How had he never noticed that before?

On top of that, the glee club still had regionals to prepare for, and unlike their sectionals competition there was nothing like the musical to distract half of the group from wanting a lead. When Kurt arrived to class at the end of the day Mr. Schuester was already trying to reign them in.

“Okay guys, we need to decide on a theme for our performance before we start song selection. Who has something they’d like to suggest?”

Blaine raised his hand. “It’s near Valentine’s Day, we could do love songs.”

A few of the girls responded with positive noises, but overall no one really liked that idea. Kurt didn’t think it was so bad.

“That’s lame,” Puck said, voicing the more popular reaction. “Unless you had some dude you wanted to serenade. Then we’d totally have your back, man.”

Blaine turned to look at Puck, eyes wide in horror. “No. No, that’s not something I think I would want your help with.”

Puck shrugged. “Your loss bro.”

It turned out that this year regionals was taking place at Dalton Academy, Blaine’s former high school. Kurt thought it was funny that they had never competed against Dalton before, but here they were going up against them for the first time, after Blaine had transferred to McKinley. It was probably a coincidence.

When they pulled up in their bus the first thing they saw was a giant banner stating “Welcome 2013 Midwest Regionals Finalists: McKinley High School New Directions and the Western Illinois Prep Spinal Chords!” They were led to a tidy room full of soft furniture and dark wood. It had a minimum of refreshments; bottled water and some snacks were laid out along a sideboard. It was pretty nice.

“You went to school here, Hobbit?” Santana asked, flopping down on one of the oversized couches.

Blaine grimaced, but Kurt couldn’t tell if it was because of Santana’s question, or because she put her feet up on the arm of the couch.

“I did,” Blaine answered. “Right up until the beginning of this year.”

Kurt thought about what Blaine had told him months before, about Dalton’s glee club - that they weren’t good enough to get Blaine a scholarship, and he wondered how much competition they would actually be. Blaine had been confident during rehearsals, practically assuring everyone that while the Warblers were good, they weren’t quite up to what Blaine had seen from the New Directions this year. But Kurt knew that competitions were never as simple as just talent.

Mr. Schuester came and gathered the boys, leading them to the lounge that was serving as their changing area, while the girls changed in their waiting room. Kurt and Blaine were the last two dressed, and on the way back they passed a group of boys in navy school uniforms, looking like entitled rich kids. Kurt assumed these boys were Warblers.

“Hey killer, why don’t you return my calls?” Kurt stopped to look at the speaker, and to see who he was talking to. Blaine’s face had turned red and he turned to face the boy, who was skinny and had too much hair. “At least public school hasn’t ruined that fine ass.”

“Oh my god, Sebastian.” Blaine’s eyes went wide, and Kurt stopped, arms crossing over his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should stay with Blaine or leave. They weren’t friends but he was willing to stand up for him. For McKinley pride if nothing else.

Sebastian was eyeing Kurt. “I don’t know why you left if this is the best public school has to offer, I mean he’s not even - ”

Kurt took a step forward, he might not look like much, but he had the upper body strength of someone who threw humans into the air on a regular basis. Blaine stepped in front of him, putting a hand on Kurt’s arm as if to stop him from whatever he was going to do.

“Hey, guys, come on.” Finn came walking toward them. “We need to get ready.”

Sebastian laughed, glancing at all of them. “Maybe I’ll see you later, Blaine.”

“I - no. You won’t.” Blaine turned, pulling Kurt by the elbow toward Finn. Kurt was shocked enough by Blaine grabbing him that it took him a minute to form a retort.

“Not on good terms with your ex?”

Blaine looked at him, mouth open. “He’s not, it wasn’t like that. He’s not an ex.”

Kurt turned to watch Sebastian walk the opposite way down the hall. “Well if you’re still dating him you might want to take a good look at your relationship, because that guy - ”

“I’m not dating him, Kurt. He wasn’t my boyfriend.”

“Then what was he - ” They got to the door before he could finish his questions, and Blaine shot him a look that clearly said stop talking. Kurt stopped. He wasn’t even sure why he was pushing it. It was none of his business if this boy was Blaine’s ex boyfriend. None at all. He followed Blaine into their waiting area and joined the rest of the group getting ready for the performance.

They easily beat the competition with an inspired selection of Michael Jackson songs. Blaine’s lead on “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’” had the entire auditorium on their feet, cheering and dancing, and they even flawlessly managed a costume change for the big finale. When the judge announced them as the winner they all jumped and hugged and cheered, just as they always did. Kurt was high-fiving and hugging randomly; Santana, Quinn, Brittany, and even Rachel threw themselves into his arms.

Kurt turned around in the crowd as they celebrated, and found himself wrapped in Blaine’s arms. Kurt returned the gesture before he even realized it was happening and he could feel Blaine sag into his body, as if he forgot where he was and who he was with, before quickly giving Kurt a squeeze and releasing him to move on to the next person.

Kurt stared at the back of Blaine’s head for a moment, but was snapped back into the moment by FInn’s arm around his shoulder. Kurt shook it off, it didn’t mean anything.

Once they had all made it back to the bus for the ride back to Lima, Kurt let himself think about what had happened. He convinced himself it was nothing, they were teammates and they had won a competition, and even if they were favorites to win it was still nice to be recognized. So they hugged. He hugged all of his teammates after a win.

WHen Kurt climbed on the bus he found Quinn and Puck had managed to claim the last row, with Brit and Santana in the row in front of them. The other glee couples had also paired off and overhead lights were snapping off even as he walked down the aisle. Kurt wasn't entirely sure that he'd enjoy making out with someone while listening to other couples make out too.

“That's all vaguely repulsive,” Kurt said, taking the empty seat next to Mercedes.

“Do not tell me that if you had someone to make out with on this miserable ride that you'd be sitting here next to me.”

Kurt laughed. “Maybe, but that's never going to happen in this crowd.” Kurt hadn't noticed Blaine sitting across the aisle, one row in front of him and Mercedes. Blaine turned around as Kurt spoke, staring at him just a second too long.

Kurt wasn’t really in the mood for a confrontation, so he just looked away without trying to start anything. He could find plenty to talk to Mercedes about on the trip home.

To Kurt’s relief, his invitation to audition for NYADA had arrived not long after Rachel had accosted him in the hall on the first day of the semester, and just a week after regionals he wound up driving a very chatty Rachel and a much less chatty Blaine to Columbus so they could sing for their prospective futures.

Kurt insisted they stop for coffee before they got on the road, to which Blaine had eagerly agreed. Rachel ordered tea with honey, causing Kurt to pause a little when he looked at his morning mocha as he picked it up from the counter. Blaine caught him hesitating.

“Change your mind?” Blaine took a long sip from his own coffee, waiting for Kurt to respond. He really didn’t need Blaine judging him for his coffee order. Or for drinking coffee at all. But Blaine was also drinking coffee.

Kurt frowned. “No. I want my coffee.” He looked at Rachel arguing with the barista about wanting to look at what type of honey she was going to be putting into her tea. Blaine turned to see what Kurt was looking at.

“Ah. Has coffee ever affected your vocal performance in the past?” Kurt shook his head. “What are you drinking?”

“Non-fat mocha,” Kurt answered.

Blaine scrunched up his face. “Well the dairy’s not the best idea, but it’s probably not enough to really do any damage,” Blaine assured him.

Rachel finally finished directing her tea to her specifications and joined them, beaming. “Are we ready?”

Once they were on the road they were all relatively quiet. Rachel wanted to save her voice for the auditions, and Kurt didn’t have all that much to say to either of them, if he was being honest. Blaine dozed in the back seat most of the way.

“I cannot believe I choked!” Rachel wailed in the passenger seat.

“You didn’t really choke, Rachel. You got through it all eventually,” Blaine tried to reassure her, his voice calmly irritating.

Kurt had been stunned when Rachel had forgotten the words to “Don’t Rain On My Parade” just a few bars in, but it had taken him a few minutes to realize what was happening.

The NYADA representative had called them all into the auditorium together, and Blaine had gone first, doing “Something’s Coming” from West Side Story. At first Kurt thought it had been a safe choice, a musical theater staple that they must hear 50 times a year at auditions, and he was underwhelmed. He thought Blaine could do better.

But Blaine was just so charismatic, despite all of his other very irritating qualities (like how could he be so patient with Rachel? She was one of the most annoying people Kurt had to deal with on a regular basis. And that was saying a lot considering how annoying Kurt found most people), that he was swept up in his performance.

Kurt had had to convince himself that he really couldn’t be blamed for finding Blaine attractive, as a performer of course. And Blaine was gay, so he technically wouldn’t mind another guy finding him attractive, right? He had seen Blaine nearly naked, after all, and Blaine hadn’t minded at all at the time. He didn’t really have to like him to find him attractive.

So yeah, Blaine had really killed his NYADA audition, and been entirely dreamy doing it.

That’s why Kurt could be entirely forgiven for not noticing Rachel getting herself into trouble right away. But he did notice when she forgot her lyrics a second time, after she was allowed to restart. Rachel had been singing the song since she was two years old, if her own claims were to be believed. The NYADA rep let her take a 60 second break and a sip of water, and she finally did get all the way through it, but she was clearly shaken at the beginning.

“What if I don’t get in? Where will I go to school? How will I get to New York and conquer Broadway?” Blaine was spending a lot of time trying to console her from the back seat. “I had planned to win a Tony by the time I was twenty-four Blaine!” She was practically shrieking.

“Where else did you apply Rachel? You're very talented and I'm sure there is a program that will work out.”

Rachel twisted in her seat so she could talk to Blaine directly, thank god. Kurt didn’t need to be involved in this.

“Nowhere else, Blaine. NYADA is the best place for me and it's the only place I'll accept.”

“Oh, wow, well in that case I hope it all works out.” Blaine mumbled a few more reassurances, but Kurt tried not to listen.

In fact, Kurt tried to ignore all of Rachel’s dramatic fussing. He had his own performance and acceptance to worry about.

Wanting to go with something unexpected and leave an impression, Kurt had performed “Not the Boy Next Door,” complete with gold lame pants and ass wiggling for his audition. It had seemed to go over well, but it was a risky choice and there was really no telling how it would fare against the more traditional auditions as they went through all of the applicants once the audition portion was over.

“That was an impressive audition, Kurt,” Blaine said, when Rachel was taking a break from predicting the tragic loss of her future career. Kurt glanced in the rearview mirror - Blaine's eyes were wide and he was focused on Kurt's reflection.

Kurt shrugged. “I was pretty confident going in, but now I'm having second thoughts. It's not an obvious choice. You were good.”

“No, that's why it was so great. Inspired, even.” Blaine was nodding, not taking his eyes off Kurt. Kurt smiled a thanks. “And thank you. I felt good.” Kurt could see him smile in the rear view mirror. It wasn’t the big, light up his face smile he usually offered people, though. This one was smaller. More personal. Kurt had to look away. It’s a good thing he was driving.

Eventually Rachel dozed off, but he and Blaine never really managed to strike up much of a conversation after that. Even so, every time Kurt looked in the rear view mirror he saw Blaine watching him. He always averted his eyes when Kurt caught him.

After Kurt dropped Blaine and Rachel off at their houses, he turned the music off to think. He didn’t need to complicate anything about his life right now, and thoughts about Blaine Anderson were not helping. He was less than four months from getting out of Ohio in one more or less sane piece and he did not need some cute guy to charm his way into his life. Where had he been three years ago?

He was supposed to have been a one night stand, for god’s sake.

By the time Kurt got home, dinner was over, so he took an apple up to his room, promising to come back down after a shower and eat more if he was hungry. Right now it wasn’t his stomach that was talking to him.

Kurt stripped, eating his apple in four bites. Leaving the core on his bedside table to deal with later, he stepped into his bathroom (he had insisted when his dad married Carole that he had to have his own bathroom. It was the only demand he made), turning on the shower until it ran warm and steamy, but not scalding.

In the privacy of his own shower, he closed his eyes and could easily see the expression on Blaine's face that night as he undid the buttons on Kurt’s shirt, feel the phantom memory of Blaine's barely there stubble against his cheek and chest. He could see the look on Blaine’s face, hear the tiny, thrilling gasp as he came.

Kurt sucked in a breath, bracing one hand against the tile wall of his shower, and wrapping the other around his cock.

The next week was tense for Kurt. His feelings about Blaine were confusing him, and he didn’t really want to unpack any of them. Avoidance was so much easier. He had decided over the weekend that there wasn’t time to know someone, and that was what Kurt wanted. He wanted more than the physical contact (although he definitely wanted that too). Blaine Anderson had fogged up enough of his thoughts.

By Thursday he was ready to break. Some of his classmates had started receiving college acceptance letters, and he had seen on the NYADA boards that they expected letters would go out this week. He didn’t know how accurate it was, but every day waiting he felt more brittle.

Kurt was sitting in the choir room, counting down the minutes until class started (and then he planned to count down the minutes until class ended) when Rachel came bursting into the classroom.

“Blaine! Kurt! Blaine!” She was waving a piece of paper in front of her and his heart sank. “They’re here!! I got in! Did you get your letters yet?” Her eyes were going in four directions at once. She looked like a maniac. “My dad got the mail and drove it right over during last period. Has anyone called you? Did your mail come yet?”

“Chill out Rachel,” Finn stopped her, patting her on the shoulder as he moved past her to sit down. Kurt knew Finn wasn’t that happy about Rachel moving to New York, because he wasn’t going to go with her. “I’m sure they’ll find out when they get home.”

Kurt barely knew what they did in class that day, running out without talking to anyone and driving straight home. He’d have time to get back for Cheerio practice.

He knew there wouldn’t be anyone home to get the mail, so when he pulled into the driveway he jumped out of the car, leaving it running in the driveway as jumped over the four steps and landed on the porch.

“Bill, bill, LL Bean catalog - you don’t need any more flannel for god’s sake dad,” Kurt ran down the mail out loud, looking for the envelope that would change his life. “New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. This is a small envelope.” Shit. He ripped it open.

Dear Mr. Hummel,

Thank you for your interest in the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. Unfortunately, while your audition showed promise of the kind we might normally be interested in, we had quite a number of talented applicants this year, and you simply did not make the final cut.

While we do not anticipate having a wait list for the upcoming semester, if you would like to reapply and audition again for the spring semester we would welcome the interest. NYADA often accepts students in the spring semester, as it is a competitive program.

Best wishes and good luck in your academic and career pursuits.

Sincerely,

Carmen Tibideaux

NYADA Admissions

Kurt tried not to cry, he really did.

When he was done feeling awful he texted Quinn.

Tell Coach I’m sick. Vomit everywhere. I’ll make it up next week.

Are you sick?

Yeah. Of everything.

#clinging to this hating game #prompt-a-klaine-fic #prompt-a-klaine-fic reverse bang #artist: datshitrandom #klaine fic

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i made plans with ginny on tuesday at 9 pm for her to come out this weekend and then i made plans with angelica at like midnight on tuesday for us to go to the state fair friday afternoon but i thought like okay ginny will work til 5 ish we'll be back to mcp before 8 so it'll be fine

and then like thursday night angelica was like "oh yeah and people are going out friday night in wichita and we can go there after the fair" and i was like oh no but i told ginny friday night was okay but i really want to go cause i've literally missed every single going out that they've ever done

and so like the instant i knew i was going to be busy friday night i told ginny and like. i guess she could have come saturday morning or hell even come with us but like

1) saturday morning - she was already going to have to leave hella early sunday morning because she had plans so we would literally not have even had 24 hours together

2) come with us to the state fair - she would have had to basically take the day off to go to the state fair because angelica and i left at like noon to go to the state fair plus ginny would have had to drive here from kc before then so basically an entire day off with very short notice to her boss which might have been okay but idk i feel weird doing it so idk if she would have felt weird or not been able to

3) come with us to the going out - she doesn't drink and i feel weird when i drink around her specifically because she doesn't drink and so i would have felt weird. plus she doesn't like loud and bars are loud. plus we were planning to stay the night at someone's place down there since it's an hour drive and since alcohol and idk i feel like that might have been weird but probably not. plus because angelica and i were already halfway to wichita at the state fair and we would have had to circle back which is no big deal but the people wanted to start at 6 and if ginny had worked a full day on friday she wouldn't have gotten to mcp until 8 at the earliest and wichita is still an hour away so we wouldn't have gotten there until 9 at the earliest and we only ended up being out until like 11 so that just sucks. plus the group we were with is prone to not checking their phones so we might not even know where they were at at 9 when we got there and then we all would have been annoyed.

4) just not go myself and let angelica go alone - i have literally missed every single going out with these guys and for once i'm not busy and i really wanted to go. and maybe i should have been busy again but y'know if you're busy too often you just stop getting invites because people forget about you and i really really wanted to go also partially because i hadn't been out in forever and i wanted to

and i know i shouldn't have cancelled so last minute because that just sucks and i really am sorry to have cancelled last minute. but

1) i didn't send her this giant long explanation because then it just seems like you're covering something and i really am not like this is just what's going through my head

2) i didn't send her this explanation because i didn't want her to think she's getting in the way of me living my life because she really isn't but i think if she read it it might come off that way

but so she texted me that she was annoyed that i cancelled last minute. and that's reasonable i understand and i'm sorry. i really am. and i apologized to her over text like "i'm sorry i told you literally as soon as i knew and i really am sorry and i can just say no in the future to last minute plans" and as i read the texts now i see that that comes off a little manipulative maybe but like i was drunk when i sent it so i wasn't thinking at the time so that's my bad. but she responded back like "you don't have to cancel on other people just more coordination would be nice cause i was going to make plans with brennan this weekend and now it's too late" and like i'm sorry i really am so sorry honestly i am sorry.

but like this is the difference between the two of us and maybe differences are okay or even good but like i like to fly by the seat of my pants when it comes to scheduling. i like to go where the wind takes me. and i think it's because all of my life, if i had asked my parents if someone could come over a few hours before, they would have said no. even if i said i was going somewhere and it was only a few hours before, sometimes they would still say no. even now, if i don't follow my mom's exact schedule, if i decide i'm not coming home one weekend, she gets Sad. and so when i can, i want to be free. i want to go where the wind takes me. and i know you can't just do that. but god dammit i want to. for every sleepover i couldn't attend as a kid, for every friend i had to say couldn't come to my house, i want to do something now. i missed out on being a kid and i want to do it now.

but ginny likes to plan. and i get it and i think planning is probably objectively better but like if even one of your friends is not a planner, you're going to end up with stuff that isn't planned. but so this is going to keep happening.

and she was like "i can maybe come next weekend" but i have a doctor's appointment in kc next friday so i'll be there but i don't want to be like "sorry i'm busy next weekend" because she's just going to give up on me. she's eventually just going to say "never fucking mind" and i'll never see her again and i'm terrified of that. i'm absolutely shocked she hasn't given up on me yet. i'm an asshole.

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