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lilyvandersteen · 1 year

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Critically Yours

This story was written as part of the Klaine Secret Santa Gift Exchange 2022, and is gifted to @honeysucklepink. Merry Christmas, sweetie, and I hope this hits the spot for you!

The prompt can be found in the end notes.

Many thanks to my beta @hkvoyage, who was lightning-quick to review this for me so that it would still be in time for Christmas.

Critically Yours by @lilyvandersteen

Kurt let out a big yawn as he walked into the kitchen. The party after the premiere had been fun, but he’d had too short a night’s sleep because of it.

He was on his second mug of coffee when Rachel called him.

“Kurt, you were amazing yesterday, as I knew you would be!”

Kurt grinned and thanked her.

“And I know you always tell me not to read the reviews, but… There’s this one you really need to read. You’ll love it. I’m sending you the link.”

“Rach, I don’t think…”

“Read it. This guy is so sweet, aww. Well, at least I think it’s a guy. He’s using a nickname. But the way he writes feels like a guy. Am I making sense? Maybe I’m still a bit drunk. One thing’s for sure, though, you have to read it. You just have to. I wish he’d say things like that about me. Anyway, got to go. Yoga tonight?”

“It’s a date!” Kurt promised her, and when she’d hung up, he clicked on the link.

It wasn’t a fan site that popped up. It was the New York Times website. The comments section, to be precise.

The commenter’s name was IconicWarbler, and unlike the other one-sentence commenters, he’d gone for the novel-like approach.

“I went to see Cabaret last night, and found myself totally enamoured of the MC, played by newcomer Kurt Hummel. I’ve never seen this actor on stage before, but I can assure you I will attend every play he’s in from now on. That’s how much he enchanted me. Such clear, strong vocals. Such a master at conveying emotions. And what a compelling personality! He draws you in, even pulling focus when he’s in the background. I could not keep my eyes off him. I urge you all to go see Cabaret and discover this promising fresh face.

Mr. Hummel, I’m calling it now: you will get a Tony nomination for this role. You are just THAT good.

Critically yours,

IconicWarbler”

Kurt covered his hand with his mouth and let out a happy squeak, smiling ear to ear.

Rachel was right, that was exactly the pick-up he’d needed this morning.

Thank you, IconicWarbler!

K&B

Blaine fist-pumped happily when he read the announcement that Kurt Hummel would have the title role in the Jesus Christ Superstar revival.

The actor had gotten a Tony nomination for his role in Cabaret, as Blaine had predicted, and though he hadn’t won the award, it had opened new doors for him.

By now, Kurt Hummel had played in Dear Evan Hansen, causing Blaine to rave over how high his vocal range was, and opposite Rachel Berry in West Side Story, after which performance Blaine had waxed lyrical over how convincing they had been as star-crossed lovers, defending Kurt in replies to other commenters who seemed to think he was too gay to pull off the role of Tony.

Blaine had gone to see both shows as many times as his budget would allow, and had waited at the stage door to get his playbill signed every single time, even when it was pouring rain or freezing.

Kurt was always courteous and kind to every fan, taking his time to greet and thank them.

Every encounter with Kurt had Blaine walking on sunshine for days, especially when Blaine’s praise coaxed a rare smile out of the handsome man.

But after West Side Story, Kurt had disappeared from Broadway, not even starring in smaller roles. He was just… gone.

It had made Blaine worry and wonder what had happened.

But now, a year later, Kurt was back, and Blaine was relieved and excited to see his favourite actor in a new role.

The anticipation that had been building inside of him rose to a fever point when the radio station he listened to every morning announced a contest.

“Good morning everyone! I have some exciting news to share with you! You’ve probably already heard it: Jesus Christ Superstar is coming back to Broadway. And with it crowd favourite Kurt Hummel, who’s going to play the title role, and who is with us right now to have a little chat.”

“Hello, everyone!”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how excited are you to see Kurt take on this role? Let us know through our app!”

Blaine grinned and opened the app, sending a quick message.

“Oh, lots of enthusiasm so early in the morning. Let’s see: Ruth says she’s missed you the past year and that she’s stoked you’re back, Blaine says you’re sure to be stellar in your new role, and David says he can’t wait to see you in the play, Kurt!”

“I hope I’ll do you guys proud,” Kurt said.

The ensuing interview cleared up why Kurt had been away for so long. Apparently, his father had fallen ill, and he’d moved back home to be with his family.

“But now he’s better, and he told me to stop fussing over him and get back to work. So here I am!”

Blaine chuckled and crossed his fingers that the radio presenters would coax Kurt into singing a fragment from his new show.

What he got was even better.

“When our family celebrated Thanksgiving a few weeks ago, it got me thinking about what I was most thankful for. Dad getting better, obviously, that’s a big one. He’s my rock, and I’m so grateful I get to keep him, hopefully for decades more. But apart from that, I’m so thankful for all my fans. You are the ones who brought me here. Who believed in me when I had doubts I could do this. Who have stood by me from the very beginning. Who have defended me when people tried to tear me down. And I don’t have enough words to tell you how much that has meant to me. So I’m going to show you instead.”

At this point, the radio presenter took over.

“Prick up your ears now, all you Broadway lovers out there! This is a contest you won’t want to miss! Kurt is offering not just tickets to Jesus Christ Superstar, but an extra special main prize. The overall winner will get a ticket to the premiere, a meet-and-greet with Kurt and the rest of the cast, and will get to attend the party with the cast and crew afterwards. Isn’t that something?”

Blaine’s heart started pumping double speed.

Oh wow.

“Yes, you heard that right! Ever dream of getting the chance to chat with your fave actor over a glass or two? Well, for one lucky guy or girl, this dream will come true! And what do you have to do to win this, you ask?”

“Tell me, tell me,” Blaine muttered.

“Well, from now until the day of the premiere, we’ll be having a little quiz every morning, about Broadway topics. If you want to take part in it, sign up for the quiz in our app, and each morning, we’ll pick two listeners to compete against each other. The goal is to be the first to answer five questions correctly. The winner will go through to the next round, and then on the last day before the premiere, we’ll find out who wins the main prize.”

Blaine opened the app again and looked for the sign-up form.

There wasn’t much chance he’d be chosen, but it couldn’t hurt to try, right?

One day after another passed, and it seemed luck was not on his side. He listened to the morning show even more attentively than he otherwise did, and he made sure he always had his phone on hand, but the show host always picked other listeners to play the quiz.

Sometimes, they were so abysmal at answering the questions that Blaine rolled his eyes. Did they really know so little about Broadway shows, or was it nerves blocking their brain?

Two days before the premiere, just as he’d all but given up hope, his phone rang as he was eating a bowl of cereal, and his heart slammed into his throat.

Was it really…?

And yes, it was. He’d been selected to play the quiz!

Hearing the presenter’s voice both over the radio and on the phone was distracting, so he switched off the radio so as to be able to focus better.

“And today, we’ll be playing the Broadway quiz with Blaine and Tiffany!”

Wow, my hands are clammy. And why is my throat so dry all of a sudden?

The first question was about West Side Story. The presenter wanted them to name the two street gangs.

“The Jets and the Sharks,” Blaine yelled.

The other contestant groaned.

“Second question: you’re going to hear a snippet from a Broadway song. Tell me what show it is from!”

The song was “All That Jazz”. As soon as Blaine recognised it, he yelled, “Chicago!”

He heard a muffled curse, and knew he’d beaten his opponent again.

“Number 3: where does “Hairspray” take place?”

Blaine chuckled and sang a few lines of “Good morning Baltimore”.

“Wow, nice! You’re a fine singer yourself!” the presenter praised him.

“Thank you. I was in show choir for years. The Dalton Warblers.”

“Wonderful. And you’re firmly in the lead, with three right answers to nil. Tiffany, what’s happening?”

“He’s just too fast,” Tiffany whined, and both Blaine and the presenter chuckled.

“Okay, next question: complete this Hamilton lyric: I’m just like my country, I’m young…”

“Scrappy and hungry, and I’m not throwing away my shot!” Blaine rattled off glibly.

The presenter whistled low. “You didn’t even have to think about it, did you? How many times have you seen Hamilton?”

“Uhm, I’ve never really counted the times,” Blaine confessed, and the presenter laughed.

“Okay, if you keep this up, Blaine, you’ll only have to answer one more question. Here it is: name all seven children of the von Trapp family.”

“Liesl, Friedrich, Louisa, Kurt, Brigitta, Marta and Gretl,” said Blaine, counting them on his fingers to make sure he left no-one out.

“Yes, you did it!” the presenter enthused, and he played the jingle that pronounced Blaine the winner.

Blaine sat back and mechanically put a spoonful of cereal with milk in his mouth.

Wow, I’m through to the next round. Now what?

Now, as it transpired, all the winners would be competing against each other the following morning, and the first two to get five questions right would then play a sudden death round.

Blaine spent the rest of the day frantically reading up on all things Broadway, and also did his research on Kurt Hummel. In the process, he may have gotten a bit side-tracked when he found YouTube recordings of Kurt performing as a cheerleader, a clip of him singing “Le Jazz Hot” and then his audition for NYADA, “Not the Boy Next Door”. Those gold pants. And his moves. Unf.

When the next morning rolled around, Blaine may have been just a little sleep-deprived from watching certain Kurt Hummel videos on repeat. But he regretted nothing.

Despite his sleepiness, Blaine had no trouble answering questions, and became the first finalist. He ended up playing the sudden death round against a guy called Chandler, who was just as knowledgeable as Blaine was.

After they’d each answered another ten questions correctly, the presenter sighed. “Okay, this is not going to work. You guys know EVERYTHING! So what do you say to a practical challenge as a tie-breaker?”

“Okay,” said Blaine.

“I guess,” said Chandler.

“You each get to sing a song from Jesus Christ Superstar, and then the other listeners will vote in the app and decide who becomes the overall winner!”

Blaine grinned. “That sounds good.”

Chandler said nothing.

“So who wants to go first?” the presenter asked.

“Let’s get it over with,” Chandler groused.

“Okay, Chandler, what are you going to sing?”

“I don’t know how to love him.”

“Great choice! Let me put the music on for you.”

Chandler started to sing, and Blaine winced and wanted to clap his hands over his ears.

He didn’t, because it would be his turn in a short while, but aah, Chandler’s singing was worse than nails on a chalkboard!

He let out a sigh of relief when the song came to an end, and announced to the presenter that he’d be singing “Heaven on their minds”.

He threw his everything into the performance and found himself panting rather heavily when he was done.

Applause startled him. The presenter whooped and hollered and then said, “Wow, that was quite something. Are you sure you’re not a Broadway actor in disguise?”

Blaine laughed. “I wish!”

“And it looks like the listeners agree with me. Look at that, what an overwhelming victory for BLAINE!”

“Yay!” Blaine yelled. He’d given it his all, and he’d actually won!

K&B

Though he was an old hand at giving interviews by now, Kurt found himself fidgeting with his shirt cuffs this time.

It wasn’t the interview itself he was nervous about, but the contest he’d be announcing.

As he talked about celebrating Thanksgiving with his family, and being so grateful for his fans that he wanted to thank them, he felt a bit deceitful. Yes, he truly was thankful for his fans and their support, but his real goal with this contest was something else altogether.

The idea had come to him one night when he’d had a sleepover with Rachel, Quinn, Brittany and Santana, and Santana had wanted to know if Kurt had ever slept with a fan of his.

“I’m sure there’s tons of them that slip you their phone number and that are itching to discover what’s under those tight pants of yours.”

“Nah,” Kurt had said. “Well, I’ve gotten some phone numbers, yes, but I didn’t fancy the guys in question. Too pushy. The worst one’s called Chandler. He comes to my show every night, and he always waits at the stage door, and he’s forever running his hands over me and gushing and professing himself in love with me. Ugh.”

“Well, aren’t there more respectful fans that you’d like to get to know better?”

Kurt had taken another sip of his drink and thought it over.

The first fan that had sprung to mind was IconicWarbler, with his wonderful reviews. Wouldn’t it be great to get to thank him in person for what his words had meant to Kurt? But the chances of ever finding this anonymous reviewer were slim to nil.

Then, Kurt had thought of a fan that hadn’t been such a fixture at the stage door as Chandler, but who had shown up regularly nonetheless. This guy was always dressed dapperly, with gelled hair and a profile that were reminiscent of a 1950s movie star, and with impeccable manners. He clearly loved getting to talk to Kurt, but he never got handsy and never tried to monopolise him.

Yes, that was someone he’d like to get to know better. But how would he manage that?

That’s how he’d come up with the contest plan. It was a wild shot in the dark, and chances were he’d end up meeting and greeting another person entirely, but he wanted to try this.

So he tuned in to that radio station every morning to find out who’d win the quiz that day. He grimaced when he saw the name Chandler pop up, and hoped that would not be the winner of the meet-and-greet package.

The second to last day of the contest, he got a pleasant surprise. One of the contestants, a guy called Blaine, had a voice he recognised – velvety smooth and soothing. Was it… could it be the Mr. Dapper he’d seen so often at the stage door?

Then Blaine started to sing, as an answer to a quiz question, and Kurt was blown away. Wow!

And what did he just say? He’d been in a show choir called the Dalton Warblers?

It might be just a coincidence, of course, but maybe Kurt had found his IconicWarbler…

The next day was the finals, and Kurt cursed loudly and at length when Chandler made it through and was still in the running for the top prize.

Please no!

Thankfully, Blaine made it through as well.

On an impulse, Kurt sent the radio show host a text that said, “Make them sing.”

At first, the two finalists got questions again, but when neither Chandler nor Blaine cracked under the pressure and they just kept giving right answers, the show host decided to make the both of them sing instead.

Yes!

Chandler was as bad a singer as Kurt had hoped, and Blaine was even better than in Kurt’s wildest dreams. He sang better than the actual actor playing in the show with Kurt!

Kurt grinned ear to ear when Blaine was pronounced the winner, and hoped so much that it was the fan he remembered.

The day of the premiere, he felt more than just the usual pre-show jitters. He also felt butterflies in his stomach, as if he was about to go on a first date.

Before the show started, he peeked through the curtain to check the place, front and centre in the Orchestra section, he’d reserved for the main winner of the contest.

He saw a neatly gelled head and fist-pumped. Yes! He’d guessed right! Blaine was Mr. Dapper all right!

Blaine certainly lived up to Kurt’s nickname, as he was dressed to the nines in a tuxedo.

The tuxedo jacket was made of burgundy velvet with black lapels, and Kurt was itching to find out if it was as soft as it looked.

He checked out the other reserved places, and saw Chandler, looking like thunder and throwing poisonous looks in Blaine’s direction. His plus-one seat was the only one left unoccupied.

Kurt drew back from the curtain, and went to have a chat with the security guard, warning him about Chandler, just in case the guy tried to get backstage or to make trouble for Blaine.

And then it was showtime, and Kurt threw himself into the performance with double the energy he’d shown during the dress rehearsal.

Afterwards, while bowing to the audience with the rest of the cast, his eyes strayed to Blaine again, who was clapping and cheering.

See you soon!

Back in his dressing room, he got out of his costume, freshened up and put his regular clothes on in record time, because he wanted to be the first of the actors to welcome Blaine backstage.

When he left his dressing room, he found Blaine attentively listening to John, one of the stage hands, who was explaining how all the equipment worked.

“Hello Blaine!” Kurt said, and Blaine’s attention shifted to him at once.

John chuckled. “I guess that’s my cue to disappear. Once the big star comes out, nobody’s interested in the technical stuff anymore.”

Blaine looked stricken, and started to babble apologies.

John clapped him on the shoulder. “Nah, don’t worry about it. You came here for Kurt and the others, I get it. See you both at the party!”

John left, and Blaine looked after him, biting his lip.

“Don’t worry,” Kurt said. “John’s not offended at all.”

Blaine’s eyes flitted to Kurt, and he flushed and nodded.

“I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?” Kurt asked. “At the stage door?”

“Yes.” It sounded timid and uncertain.

“But this is your first time backstage?”

“Yes.”

Kurt winked at Blaine. “A lot less glamourous than you’d think, right?”

Blaine grinned. “Yep. Smaller, too. But I’m still stoked to get to see it. And it’s so interesting, how it all works…”

“I know, right? I remember when I started working on Broadway that I was fascinated with the technical side of things.”

They stood there, smiling at each other for a moment, and then Kurt said, “Oh, right, I should give you a tour, until my colleagues get here, too. Come with me.”

He let Blaine peek into his dressing room and then took him to see the costumes and the orchestra pit, introducing him to everyone they passed on the way.

By the time Blaine had seen every nook and cranny of the backstage area, the other actors were there to greet him and talk to him.

Blaine was a lot less shy around them than he was around Kurt, and when they all left the theatre to go to the party venue, it felt already as if Blaine was part of the group.

At the party, Kurt introduced Blaine to Rachel as well, and smothered a giggle behind his hand when Blaine treated her as if she were royalty (“It’s such an honour to meet the great Rachel Berry – you are a legend!”) and Rachel lapped it all up.

Rachel and Blaine got on like a house on fire, and Kurt left them to it to go procure some drinks.

When he came back from the bar, Rachel had drifted away to go talk to her off-and-on lover Jesse, and Blaine was talking to one of the musicians about his violin, which was apparently an antique.

“You play the violin?” he asked.

“Well, I haven’t in a while, as I told Ashley, because I need to get round to restringing my violin first, but yes, I do. The piano as well, and drums and guitar.”

“Wow. And you sing so well, too! You should have heard him, Ashley, he sang “Heaven on their Minds” on the radio, and he sounded better than Jesse!”

“Don’t let Jesse hear you say that,” Ashley laughed. “He wouldn’t take it well!”

Kurt handed Blaine a glass of champagne, and offered Ashley the one he’d brought for Rachel. “Cheers!”

A few hours later, he and Blaine were still nursing the same drink and talking their heads off about anything and everything when Rachel turned up again, phone in hand.

“I was just looking on the New York Times website, and it’s weird. Usually around this time, there’s a review already. But this time, not a word from IconicWarbler.”

Blaine’s head shot up, but Rachel didn’t notice, she was too busy scrolling.

“Do you think he didn’t come?” Rachel asked Kurt.

“Oh, he came all right,” Blaine said softly. “He’s just been too… busy to write a review just yet.”

Kurt, who’d had a hunch that Blaine might be IconicWarbler, beamed in satisfaction, and Rachel gasped, “It’s you?”

“It’s me.”

“I love your reviews,” Kurt told Blaine. “They’re always so kind and so supportive. I reread them when I’m having a bad day to get the strength to carry on, and on good days they make me want to strive to become even better. It means the world to me to have you in my corner.”

Blaine took his hand and squeezed it softly. “Always.”

After that, Kurt didn’t stay at the party much longer, and when he left, he took Blaine home with him.

As he explained to Blaine, “I don’t do this, usually. Or ever. But with you, it feels different.”

Blaine nodded. “I know. I feel the same. May I kiss you?”

Kurt threw his arms around Blaine’s neck and pulled him closer until their lips met.

A long moment later, Blaine’s eyes fluttered open and found his, and he whispered, “Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you forever.”

THE END

This is the prompt the story is based on:

Blaine always reviews Kurt's performances in the NYT comments section but uses a nom-de-plume. (Blaine is not a critic--Blaine is in love!) Kurt doesn't know who, but he is also kind of falling for the person giving him such glowing reviews.

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thnxforknowingme · 1 year

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A World to Rediscover

Pairing: Kurtbastian Rating: T Word Count: 1300

Notes: Posted for @kurtbastianarchive's “The First Time” Anniversary Event day three: Based on Existing Fan Content. I’ve loved this gorgeous piece of fanart by @bardicious ever since I first saw it, and thought it would make a great premise for a fic. I took a crack at it by writing this one-shot. I hope you all enjoy, and please go check out @bardicious' fantastic art!

The audience in the massive theater hummed with pre-show chatter. Sebastian sort of wished that he’d stopped at the bar back in the lobby, but knew his sister wouldn’t approve of that if word got back to her.

Not that Addison was likely to tattle on him, or even notice what he was doing at all. No, his niece was enraptured by every detail of the room around them, alternating between poring over her Playbill and darting her eyes up towards the curtained stage.

Sebastian, bored, finally interrupted her reverie when she flipped to the page with all the cast bios. “Which is the one you have a crush on?” he teased.

Addison immediately blushed, whacking his hand away when he reached for the program. “Shut up, Sebastian.”

He smirked. Fourteen-year-olds were so easy to rile up.

Finally the lights dimmed, the crowd quieted, and the overture began to emanate from the orchestra pit. Sebastian tried to remember the last time he’d been in a theater like this - not since college, probably. He’d lived in New York for over a year now, but generally stayed away from Broadway. He was only here now because he’d offered to take his musical-obsessed niece to a show as a birthday present. He was her only uncle, so he won the title of “best” by default, but he knew that this would endear her to him significantly.

Sebastian didn’t know much about the show, and he didn’t bother to pay much attention as it unfolded in front of them. Even if he were into musicals, this one seemed particularly thin on plot and heavy on spectacle.

Partway through the first act, a new character was introduced amid a song, stepping onto stage in a burst of light and smoke. Addison gasped, leaning forward in her seat, and even Sebastian himself was caught off guard by the striking silhouette.

Then the figure on stage opened his mouth to sing and the spotlight hit him, illuminating his face.

Sebastian’s heart stuttered and his eyes widened as he had two simultaneous reactions - recognition, because even though it’d been ten years, it was hard to forget a voice like Kurt Hummel’s; and attraction, because holy fuck. His character’s costume bared his biceps, with black fabric wrapped snugly over the strong lines of his muscles, and his expression was delectably cocky as he belted out his verse.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.

Sebastian continued to ignore the plot of the play, but now it was because he couldn’t keep his focus off of Kurt Hummel, who was all grown up in all the best ways. He felt like his brain was going to short-circuit with this information. He hadn’t thought about Kurt in years, and this was a hell of a way to run into him again.

During intermission he went to the restroom and splashed water on his face. He stared at his damp reflection as theatergoers bustled around him, and tried to get a hold of himself. He didn’t want Addison to get suspicious that something was wrong.

He managed to get through the rest of the performance, his eyes glued to Kurt every time he was on stage. He realized at some point that Kurt’s bio must be in the Playbill - maybe it would hold some clues as to what he’d been up to over the past decade.

When the curtain fell, Addison gripped his arm. “We have to get autographs!” she said urgently.

“It’s late,” he argued - he still had to shepherd her all the way back to her home in New Jersey.

“Sebastian,” she pleaded. He’d told his sister not to have her kids call him ‘uncle’ - it made him feel old. He’d only been fifteen when Addison was born, so they’d always been on a first-name basis. “This is my birthday present,” she insisted.

He sighed. “Yeah, okay, fine.”

As they made their way to the stage door, Sebastian considered his options. It wasn’t every day that he was faced with the specter of his past, a reminder of his high school mistakes and their collateral damage. He’d grown a lot through the course of college and adulthood, and it made him cringe to think of some of the things he’d pulled off as an attention-seeking teenager. He still liked attention, admittedly, but he’d found less destructive ways to pursue it. He wondered if Kurt still hated him, or if he even remembered him. He wasn’t sure which of those options was worse.

There was no avoiding him, though - he wasn’t going to let Addison push her way through a crowd of theater freaks by herself. And he had to admit, he was a little curious to see how good Kurt looked up close.

The actors came out and greeted their fans, and Sebastian and Addison inched closer to the barricades. Kurt seemed popular amongst the fans, smiling for photos and signing one thing after another. His bright smile and easy gestures were a radical departure from the villainous character he’d been playing. It wasn’t until Sebastian saw the contrast that he realized how well Kurt had acted on stage, completely embodying a person so different from himself. Sebastian wondered if this, now, was the real Kurt, or just another mask put on for the fans. Sebastian tried to imagine what a “real” Kurt could look like - how had he changed over the past decade?

Finally, they reached him, and Addison held out her Playbill desperately. “You were amazing,” she gushed. “I love your song, I’ve been playing it on repeat for weeks!”

“Why thank you,” Kurt said his voice sending an odd jolt through Sebastian’s body. Kurt’s Sharpie slid over the glossy paper as he signed his name. “And have you -”

He stopped speaking when he looked up at Sebastian, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. Sebastian’s heart thumped in his chest with their sudden eye contact.

“Do I…know you?” Kurt asked slowly.

Sebastian grinned wryly. “You did once.”

Realization dawned in Kurt’s expression, his jaw slackening. “Sebastian Smythe,” he muttered.

His tone was all shock, and no derision. Sebastian’s grin widened.

“You were really good up there,” Sebastian told him.

Kurt blinked. “Um, thank you.”

It was chaotic around them, the crowd jostling behind Sebastian, actors and audience both shouting to be heard. A young woman at Sebastian’s shoulder thrust her Playbill in Kurt’s direction.

“See you around,” Sebastian said, irony twisting his voice. Kurt laughed, seemingly still in disbelief.

Sebastian put his arm around Addison’s shoulder and they turned away, fighting their way back through the crowd.

She pulled away from his embrace as soon as she could. “Do you know Kurt Hummel?” she demanded.

Sebastian shrugged, starting down the sidewalk. “I competed against him in high school.”

“What?!” she exclaimed, trailing after him. “You have to tell me everything!”

Sebastian stifled a laugh. “I invited him and his boyfriend to a gay bar.”

“What?!” Addison practically screamed, reaching out and grabbing his arm.

“Calm down, or people will think I’m abducting you,” he said, glancing around the busy street.

Addison let go of him and continued to walk in a daze. “I can’t believe this…” she said.

They passed through Times Square, the streets LED-bright, buskers and scammers milling around the thinning groups of tourists. “So,” Sebastian said. “You liked the show?”

“Are you kidding me?” Addison exclaimed, shooting him a toothy grin. “I loved it! Thank you so much, I’m sorry I yelled.”

Sebastian smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets. He felt energy coursing through his veins, the endorphin rush of the bizarre rollercoaster that the evening had turned out to be. He’d enjoyed the musical a lot more than he’d expected. “Well,” he said to Addison, looking over to see that she was still clutching the Playbill with Kurt’s name scrawled on it. “If you’re that big of a fan…how would you feel about going again next week?”

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useless-fanfictions · 2 years

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Awkward Teenage Crush Kiss | Hevans

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Sam Evans Fandom: Glee Rating: Teens+ Tags: awkward kiss, crushes, fluff 3336 words | 1/1 chapter | completed Ao3 Link

Summary: {Anonymous Prompt: I’d love to read a Heavans 38 Kiss (Awkward teenage crush kiss)} Or, Sam Evans has a crush on Kurt and he doesn't think Kurt knows about it. Spoiler alert, Kurt most definitely knows.

Sam most definitely does not have an issue. Nope. Definitely not.

He doesn’t watch the way the drumstick twirls expertly between slim fingers and he most definitely does not watch the muscles and tendons in the arm twitch and bulge with the movement of said drumstick. He doesn’t because he doesn’t have an issue at all – it’s that simple.

Sam crosses his arms and shifts on his feet, so entirely thankful of the distraction that Rachel offers the group. Apparently now she’s not getting a nose job – which Sam never saw the problem with (if it didn’t harm her or anyone else, who where they to tell her that she shouldn’t?) – and Sam is glad that she’s choosing this moment to announce it.

Especially because it gives Sam more time to not stare at Kurt’s slim waist, cocked hip, and almost bored expression. Gah, how much that looks stirs something inside of Sam is kind of ridiculous.

“Sam?” Mike is cocking his head and before Sam can focus on his buddy, Mike is following his line of sight.

“Oh,” is all Mike says. The tall Asian man claps him on the shoulder and gives him a pitied look.

Sam jerks back because he doesn’t know what that means at all, but he doesn’t want Mike to be assuming things. He wasn’t staring at Kurt or watching the way his hair sways when he moves because it’s standing up and sexily – artfully – tousled. He doesn’t want Mike reading into things that aren’t there.

This isn’t the first time since Kurt transferred back that Sam has had to try to bullshit himself about his feelings.

The feelings that he’s still trying to convince himself that don’t exist are the same ones that keep his heart thrumming quickly against his sternum every time the other boy comes into the room and the same ones that keep him up all night. Fantasies, both light-hearted sweet and dirty, keep him up and make him tired for school the next day, but he doesn’t have it in him to get upset at himself. He’s been trying to come around to this whole new set of feelings that seem to have just been plopped into his lap.

The glee club walks off stage. Now that Rachel is here, they will be running through the Lady Gaga routine. They’ve got it near-perfect, and this is the first dress rehearsal – which, as far as Sam can tell, is them making great progress.

“Look,” Sam catches Mike’s arm, stopping the other teen from following the rest of the group in. Sam waits until Artie has rolled off stage until he drops his voice to a whisper, eyes scanning the room to see if they’re being listened to or not, “I don’t know what you think you saw, but bro-“

Mike interrupts him, “You’re in denial still?”

“What?” he asks dumbly.

Mike glances up to where Sam knows – has no idea actually, because he hadn’t been watching him – Kurt is and then looks back at Sam. “I went through the same thing, Tina helped me figure it out and she’s been really supportive. So all I’m saying is that I get it.”

Sam may be a little slow to grasp things sometimes, but is Mike saying what he thinks he’s saying? “What?” he asks again because he’s not sure what else to say.

“Come on, guys,” Mr. Schuester ushers the two of them off the stage the rest of the way.

“I’m here if you need,” Mike smiles politely at him and goes over to his girlfriend and wraps his arms around her in a tight but quick hug. Then Tina, Mercedes, and Kurt are marching past Sam to go back onto the stage – oh right, they start the number.

Sam tries to watch the performance as innocently as everyone else does until his cue pulls him out onto the stage with the rest of his friends.

Two days later, the glee club master the “Born This Way” performance and then they are back in the choir room and Mr. Schue is giving out the newest lesson. Sam is only partially paying attention because it is getting to the end of the school year and spring is in full swing (with the summer heat right on its tail) and the choir room has always had poor circulation meaning they froze in the winter and now that it’s warming up everyone is quick to shed their layers – including Kurt.

Dressed down to just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, Sam can’t help but notice how different he is from the boy who left McKinley earlier this year. He had been shorter and way skinnier (Sam realizes now that he must not have been eating properly) and now that he’s grown and filled out a little bit, people can’t help but notice him when he walks into a room. Especially today with his pale arms and long neck on full display.

The week’s lesson is a simple touch-up on the group’s choreography because Schue says something about not wanting to start anything too strong when they are getting close to when they should start preparing for nationals.

He then uses Kurt to demonstrate a few of their known moves and Sam’s in his own personal hell because he should be watching the way Kurt keeps his back straight and poised while he spins and how his foot flexes and keeps a perfect point outwards when he kicks his leg into the air, not the way the tendons in his neck flex when he bends down or the way his pants hug his ass and crotch so perfectly as if he’d chosen them for that very reason.

Sam’s mouth floods with saliva when he thinks about what those pants are hiding, and he feels like a disgusting predator. Kurt had just gotten back to his school and friends after needing to escape from an abusive closeted gay boy – what the hell is Sam thinking that he’s doing?

But then Kurt finished the short set of moves with a flick of his hair, standing more up from his face than laying relaxed on his forehead like Sam remembers it from before. And Sam knows that he loves Kurt’s hair, he’s not sure why, but it’s one of the many attractive things about this boy-

Someone aggressively kicks his chair. He jerks forward and almost falls out of it and onto the floor.

“What the-“ he turns and sees Mike glaring at him.

“I asked you a question, Sam,” Mr. Schue is saying, pulling Sam’s attention from the other football player.

“Oh,” Sam rubs his hands together nervously and flicks his eyes around the room, they’re all staring at him and he doesn’t even want to know what they’re thinking.

Wonderful for him that Puck can’t keep a single thought to himself. “Yeah, so stop daydreaming about Doll Face over there and pay attention.”

There are a couple of people who laugh and snicker and Sam feels his face heat up in embarrassment. When he looks up again, he catches Kurt’s confused gaze and oh God, the last thing he wants is for Kurt to find out.

“What uh- was the question?” Sam clears his throat and asks.

“Oh, I was just wondering if you could come up here and show us another few moves.”

Sam agrees and stands up to walk to the front of the room while Kurt returns to his seat. He’s sure that his blush doesn’t go away for the rest of the class period and he is unable to meet anyone’s eyes after.

Of all people to catch him after class, it just has to be Kurt.

Sam has been trying to convince him for weeks now that what he’s been feeling is just some stupid crush (something less than that, even) and every time he thinks he’s getting better – he’s sleeping easily and holding conversations with the boy without embarrassing himself – it just has to be Puck that unravels it all.

“I know Puck can be a dick sometimes,” Kurt is saying to him while they walk out of the choir room. They share the next class but usually Sam takes the long way around so he can avoid panting after Kurt the entire walk.

“But he got me thinking,” Kurt continues. “You have been watching me a lot lately, haven’t you?”

“I uh…” Sam is screwed.

They are walking close together (Sam tells himself that it’s because the hallway is crowded and so they have to walk this close in order to hear each other and to not get trampled) and Kurt is watching him with piercing blue eyes. He holds his chin out and shoulders back, so much confidence oozes from him.

“It’s okay,” Kurt says when Sam doesn’t talk for a few seconds.

Sam holds his breath, waiting for the other shoe (in the form of Kurt’s patronizing kindness and speech about how he just shouldn’t be so obvious about his crush) to drop and stomp on Sam’s fingers that are barely holding him to the ledge of this cliff above the endless waters of self-consciousness and awkwardness that he is about to be surrendered to.

“Okay?” Sam echoes in disbelief.

“Yeah, I mean- I don’t really know for sure why you have been, but regardless, it’s flattering.”

Sam watches Kurt’s usually pale and ceramic cheeks tint pink as he ducks his head and watches his feet for a few steps. This confuses Sam more than his words have – what the hell does Kurt have to be embarrassed for? It’s Sam with the silly crush here, not him.

“Is it flattering or creepy?” Sam asks because he has to, he has to know that he hasn’t come off as too strong at all or it won’t let him sleep.

“You think someone having a crush is creepy?” Kurt stops abruptly and turns to look at Sam head on.

The shorter boy’s abruptness shocks Sam into an honest answer, “What- who said I had a crush on you?”

It came out a little rougher than he meant to, but he was sure that “watching someone” and “having a crush on someone” were two different types of attraction and Sam hasn’t even figured out if he’s into all guys yet. And since he’s pretty sure there is no sexuality dedicated to just being attracted to Kurt Hummel, it has been taking him a while to figure things out. So, the part of himself that he’s been trying to keep hidden and protected for a few weeks now panicked and snapped out the question instead of using the reasoning tone like he had been planning on.

“I- oh.” Kurt says at first, meeting his eyes for only a second before he rocks on his feet nervously and looks at the ground again. “I just thought- uh, well I hoped, actually, that maybe you did.”

“You- wait,” Sam’s hands shake while his head rushes as his brain processes what he just said. “You hoped?”

A smile graces Kurt’s mouth and Sam loves it so much, and the blush that grows darker as he scuffs his feet on the tiled floor. The hallway is emptying out and the bell that will signal their tardiness is going to ring soon and Sam doesn’t think there has been anything else that he cares less about. There is this warmth blooming in his chest and shit- maybe this is a little more than a simple crush.

“Y-yeah,” Kurt breathes, he looks up and his smile grows at the obvious hope mirrored on Sam’s face. His shoulder lifts in a casual shrug. “I was hoping that you liked me, too.”

Too. Sam’s heart skids almost-painfully in his chest and he gasps at the word, all of his emotions plainly broadcasted on his face.

“Uh,” Sam is grasping at what to say next. Kurt’s cheeky grin shares that he knows that Sam likes him too and is now just being awkward, but Sam has no idea what to do or say. “I don’t really know how to- umm…” Sam breaks off in an awkward laugh and rubs the back of his neck.

“You don’t know how to what?” Kurt tries. His hand raises halfway between the two of them, like he was going to touch Sam but thought against it, and then he glares at the limb as if it offended him before dropping it to his side again.

“I don’t know what to say- like, I want you to know that I do like you, but I’m just not sure how-“

“But you do like me?”

“Yes,” Sam confirms.

If Sam thought his simple grin was cute, then it is nothing for the breath-takingly beautiful way he smiles wide enough to show his teeth and crinkle his eyes. His entire face lights up with joy, and Sam’s not sure when he stopped breathing because the sight makes him gasp and the rush of oxygen is almost euphoric.

“Are you serious?” Kurt asks, trying to get his expression under control and take on a serious tone.

When Sam grins, though, he gets to see his pretty smile once more.

Part of him cannot believe that they just admitted to something like this and are now staring at each other like goofy idiots in the middle of an otherwise abandoned hallway (the bell must have rung already but neither of them are making a move towards the classroom still). Sam doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Of course.”

“Well then, now what?” Kurt asks and one of his eyebrows quirk up and Sam finds it so incredibly adorable. Okay, so maybe he isn’t trying to pretend like nothing is going on – but at least it is no longer a problem.

“I don’t-“ he starts, but then something occurs to him. There is one thing that he wants to do, something that he’s been thinking about for a while and now he might have the opportunity to do. “Oh, uh, can I kiss you?” Sam asks hurriedly.

“Right here?” Kurt looks around.

Sam sees that there is no one else except them, their voices echo a little bit even. All of the surrounding classroom doors are closed and they aren’t standing in the view of any of them anyways. “Why not?”

“Uhh…” Kurt glances down at his hands again and then back up. “I don’t know how- and I know you’ve kissed a lot-“

Sam is quick to amend him, “but never another boy. I’m just as nervous,” he sticks his hand out and they both look down to watch it shake a little. Sam feels like a strong wind could knock him down with how weak-kneed he feels.

“I mean, sure- yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, please?”

Sam laughs, a genuine laugh, and rocks back and forth on his feet a little bit. He rubs his palms on his thighs, drying the sweat from them, and licks his lips nervously. Also looks a little nervous and he licks his lips after watching Sam first.

“Yeah, right- so…” Sam mumbles before starting to lean down.

Kurt takes a tiny step forward so that they are standing a lot closer than Sam had anticipated and he accidently smacks their foreheads together. They spring apart instantly.

“Ouch,” Kurt breathes and brings a hand up to his head.

Sam mentally curses himself out. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, Sam,” Kurt giggles and tilts his chin up and levels the tall blonde with another stare.

“Oh- uh, okay.”

Sam leans down again, this time keeping his eyes open enough to watch what he’s doing more. Then he gets close enough and he can’t keep his eyes open without going cross-eyed (which hurts his head, so he’d rather not do that) and so he slips them closed. Then their lips connect.

It’s only for a split second and then Kurt is pulling back.

Sam opens his eyes and his eyebrows shuffle down in confusion. But before he can even full wonder why Kurt pulled away so quickly, the boy is speaking.

“Oh God, was that too quick? I wasn’t sure what we were doing, and I thought it was gonna be a quick kiss, but I’m so sorry I-“

Sam’s laughter cuts him off. How can Kurt, who is usually so confident and sure of himself, be so freaking self-conscious now? Sam finds it endearing, actually, that his nervous and awkwardness are evenly matched here.

“You’re adorable,” he says. He slowly picks up a hand and holds it up to Kurt’s face, giving him ample time to pull away if he’d wished to, he doesn’t. So, Sam cups Kurt’s jaw and pulls the boy in for another, longer kiss.

When their lips touch Sam realizes that it really isn’t much different from kissing a girl (what with how soft and nice to touch Kurt’s skin and lips are) and he knows how to kiss a girl, so he presses his lips in a little harder before turning his head to the side to better slot their mouths together.

It turns out that Kurt doesn’t really know what he’s doing so Sam keeps it sweet and brief. Their lips make a wet suction sound when they separate. Sam watches Kurt’s eyes flutter open and he is still so beautiful up this close.

When Sam straightens up fully, ignoring the way his back pops in like ten different places, Kurt squints at him. “What?” he asks.

“That’s it?” Kurt grumps.

Sam genuinely laughs and, much more gently this time, presses his foreheads together. “We have to get to cl-“

Kurt sneaks in for another sweet press of their lips and Sam feels hands on his waist and the warm weight of them is one of the best feelings he’s ever felt.

But it only lasts for a second before all of him is gone and he’s standing a few steps ahead of Sam, walking in the direction of the class that they are now tardy for.

“You’re right,” he calls over his shoulder, his voice bouncing around the empty hallway. “We should get to class!”

Sam laughs and chases after Kurt.

He’s not sure if this makes them boyfriends or not, nor does it help him figure out the puzzle that still is his sexuality, but it still does matter to Sam. And it matters to Kurt if the way that he’s walking lighter and grinning much easier says anything. They’ll talk about it eventually, but for now, he’s just going to remember the feeling of the boy’s lips against his own.

Sam almost forgets that they share this class with a couple of other glee kids and so when they walk inside and he meets Mike’s eyes after accepting his tardy from the teacher, he is a little shaken. He watches Mike’s eyes flit back and forth between Sam and Kurt before raising an eyebrow at Sam when the pair of boys take their seats. Sam just shrugs he knows that his blush tells the whole story.

Later that hour, he gets a note passed to him and reads:

you will be telling me everything after class -mike

Sam grins and tucks the note into the folder that he had and pays attention to class. He’s sure that by glee club tomorrow, the whole group will know that something is going on and Sam doesn’t have it in him to be mad at how quickly gossip spreads.

And if Sam is out of his seat the moment the bell rings so that he can be at Kurt’s side quickly, then that’s what he does. Now that Kurt knows, Sam isn’t going to hold back anymore (within reason, of course). As much as he doesn’t care about the gossip, he doesn’t care about the jokes that get tossed around for the rest of the year about Kurt having an oversized golden Labrador retriever puppy following him constantly.

#glee #glee fanfic #hevans #sam evans #kurt hummel #kurt hummel x sam evans #awkward kiss #fluff #hevans fluff #useless.fanfictions

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j-nightingalesb1tch · 2 years

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kurt hummel in every episode of glee

(4x13 - diva)

"you might have won the showcase but my performance was the one that everyone was talking about because i blew you away... and i can do it again.”

#glee #kurt hummel #chris colfer #glee diva #kurt hummel in every ep

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whyamiwritingfics · 1 year

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Today Is Different

Characters - Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel

Summary - Today is different because today would be his last.

Word Count - 1,150

Warnings - Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, References to Depression, References to Anxiety, Suicidal Ideation

A/N - I had a hell of a time trying to format this correctly for tumblr so I hope none of it looks funky.

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He was drowning. Despite being firmly on land, he could feel the water flooding his lungs, dark, murky water that burned his throat and stung his eyes. He couldn't remember ever not feeling like this.

He couldn't remember a time when it didn't feel like the weight of the ocean was pressing down on his chest, water pouring into his lungs, trying to suffocate him. But today was different.

Today was different because he'd finally made up his mind. Today was different because the untouched bottle of Zoloft in his drawer would finally be put to use.

The pills hadn't done anything except make him tired, made it feel like a dense fog had wrapped around his brain and trapped him inside. They made him not even feel human, but like what he imagined the zombies in the movie he’d watched the other night probably felt like, stumbling and confused. They'd only made him feel worse. But tonight, he'd decided they'd do something else.

If you were to ask him why he picked today, he wouldn’t have an answer. If you asked him why he was doing it at all, he wouldn’t be sure which answer to give you.

He thought that knowing that today was different, that today would be his last, would feel almost as crushing as the imaginary waves in his chest. But it wasn't. If anything it made getting out of bed easy for the first time in a long time. The roaring water that smashed against his ribcage was calm. His limbs didn’t feel like lead as he got dressed, and he swore he could see a flicker of a smile in his eyes as he stood in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth. He felt lighter and made sure to spend a little extra time on his hair that morning, wanting to look good in his peers’ last memories of him. He felt like what he thought he vaguely remembered happiness feeling like.

Today would be different because today would be his first good day in a while. He couldn't ask for a better last day.

Throughout the day, classes seemed easier, his loud mind finally quiet. His brain able to take in the information it was getting, working as it should for the first time in a while. At lunch, he found the smile on his face was genuine. He laughed at Wes' jokes and even told a few of his own. He thought the story Jeff told was funny. He wished every day could be like this, that every day could be different. Everything felt easy. Everything felt right. If every day was like this then he might finally understand why other people didn’t feel like he did, why other people weren’t in any rush to leave. If every day was like this, he’d understand what people meant when they described the world in beautiful colors instead of the muted hues he’d become accustomed to. For him, life was starting to dull more and more each day. If he stayed, he knew his world would eventually be nothing but black and white.

But today was different. Today the lost color seemed to seep back into his vision for a moment. A beautiful day to end on.

It was time for the Warblers' performance. One last number for old-time sake. If anyone felt the need to remember him, he hoped they would remember him like this. Remember him for the person he wished he could be.

His pace wasn't as quick as the others making their way to the common's room. He made sure to walk slower, taking everything in. He realized he'd never really done that before. Dalton was beautiful; a place he spent so much of his time in, and he’d never noticed how stunning it was until now. If he could appreciate it properly he might miss it.

He watched his classmates pass by and found himself wondering how long it would take for the news to spread tomorrow. He wondered how long it would take for everyone to know. How long would it be before someone got ahold of his parents? His dad had never really tried to get to know him after they rebuilt that car last summer. He’d realized he couldn’t make him into a version of a son he wanted, so maybe he wouldn’t even care. Why mourn someone who’s more or less a stranger? His mom would probably be a little sad over it. As distant as she was he knew she cared about her family. Still, if she cared so much she’d be home more wouldn’t she? It might hurt her, but only for a little while, nothing she couldn’t get over. What about his brother? He and Cooper hadn’t spoken in five years. He might not even remember he has a little brother. The Warblers might be the people that missed him, but he figured they’d soon realize they were better off. Things would be easier without him. If they missed him, it wouldn’t be for long. Good.

He pushed the thoughts aside; there was nothing to dwell on anymore. Today was the day.

He tried to speed up as he reached the stairs, realizing how bad it would look to be late for his last performance. Today is different, but he can’t be. How bad would it be if his friends' last memories of him were less than the perfect he wanted them to be?

The staircase was starting to clear out as the last of the students not in the common room made their way over. Damn, he should hurry, he didn't want to upset anyone on his last da-

"Excuse me, can I ask you a question? I'm new here."

He turned. The boy on the stairs wasn't in a Dalton uniform which made him doubt he was actually a student despite his words. He couldn’t help but wonder why he was really here.

But why did he care? And why did something in him scream that he knew this boy? Now he was curious.

"My name's Blaine."

"Kurt."

He didn't know this boy, Kurt, but he felt like he should. He wanted to at least.

He was gonna be late. He should probably use a shortcut. He should bring the boy with him. He seemed interested in the glee club, maybe he’d enjoy it. It wouldn’t hurt to have one more audience member for his final number.

Kurt's hand was warm in his own. It felt nice. He'd ask what he was really doing here later.

Maybe the number wouldn't be his last after all. The boy intrigued him. He didn’t want to leave without any answers. He wants to know who the boy next to him is. He wants to know why he feels like he already does.

Today is different, but now for a different reason.

#please heed the warnings #glee #klaine #sorta #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #blangst #my stuff #klaine fic #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction

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jammie3132 · 2 months

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Fandom: Glee Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe Summary: Before they began dating, Blaine told him he wanted to be wooed. Now he’s saying it’s too much and to rein it in. One look at a calendar and Sebastian knows he's screwed. But if that’s what Blaine Anderson wants, that’s what Blaine Anderson will get. Notes: Roses and Chocolates

Season 4 AU: No sad Blaine. Bad Klaine break-up but no cheating. No Hunter. No steroids. Tie at Sectionals similar to what happened in Season 2. In other words, ignore the stupid stuff.

However, this one time, we’ll accept the stupidity of canon trying to convince us Lima and Westerville are practically right next to each other so Blaine doesn’t have to drive 2 hours (each way) to school every day.

September

School had been back in session for a week before Sebastian finally gave into Niff’s whining and agreed to go to the Lima Bean. He’d been avoiding the place because Blaine was always there. They shook hands at Regionals, but nothing came of it. They still weren’t talking. But Niff insisted there was something he had to see. It must have been big considering two cars full of Warblers followed them.

When he walked through the doors, he knew exactly what they were talking about. There, in all his glory, was Kurt Hummel wearing an apron, exactly as he’d predicted last year. Oh, he was going to have so much fun with this.

3 Weeks Later

Fridays were half days at Dalton. It was so those leaving for the weekend had time to prepare. This weekend he was staying back to study for his first big Economics (the subject that was going to kick his ass) test. But he could do that later. Right now, he felt like going on a run. He got ready but then changed his mind. He was still going for a run but was going to drive to Lima instead of using Dalton’s track. There was a little park there with a running trail he enjoyed. It also just so happened to be across the street from the Lima Bean. When he finished his run he could get an ice coffee and participate in his new favorite hobby Annoy the fuck out of Hummel.

After 3 weeks some would think he’d grown tired of it. Those people obviously didn’t know him.

High on the endorphins running gave him, Sebastian mentally organized the new zingers he’d come up with. Unfortunately, when he arrived at the coffee shop Hummel wasn’t there. Blaine was.

Shit!

Before he could make a hasty retreat, his former friend (and first boy he fell in love with for more than 20 minutes) called him over.

Shit!

"Shouldn’t you be in class at that public school you slum in?”

"I’m playing hooky.”

"You? Golden Boy Blaine Anderson is skipping? I’m both impressed and curious. What was so important you brought out your inner rebel?”

"I ended my relationship with Kurt.”

October

Blaine was meant to play Teen Angel. Watching him go down those stairs, dressed all in white and singing like a dream was doing things to him...naughty things.

That day in September when Blaine told him he had ended it with old Gayface, he immediately started his Come back to Dalton campaign. The former Warbler had a dozen reasons why he couldn’t. At the time, only one made sense. He didn’t want to change schools yet again (even though the first one wasn’t his fault). It wouldn't look good on his transcript.

Now, seeing Blaine Anderson own yet another stage, he could see another reason for his choice. Dalton didn’t have a Drama Club. Despite only having one scene, any performing arts college admissions officer would be able to see he was the best thing about this monstrosity. He hated to admit it, but this mess desperately needed Rachel Berry. It wasn’t like they weren’t already using graduates. For some reason Santana Lopez was playing the second female lead. Blaine explained why but all he heard was blah blah blah…Sam’s not happy about it…blah blah blah…he’s dating Brittany…blah blah blah…Santana’s ex.

This bit of information, plus the break-up of Berry and the Oaf gave him enough to keep him entertained both before and after the Teen Angel portion of the evening. Hummel looking back at him every 5 minutes also helped. He made sure to give him a little wave every…single…time.

Blaine warned him it would take around a half hour once the play was over for him to be able to leave, but it had almost been an hour. He assumed the delay was people trying to talk him into going to the cast party at Breadsticks. It was no secret Hummel (and the other graduates) planned to ignore the fact it was a cast party and crash. He decided to give it 10 more minutes before he went to find his unofficial, maybe someday, boyfriend.

But then the yelling began.

“Are you kidding me? Never mind, I know you’re not. You expected me to sit on my ass and pine for you until graduation. I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

“Sebastian…”

“Sebastian is none of your damn business.”

“I knew you're cheating on me!”

That was his cue. He ran down the hall and around a corner to find Blaine with the current New Directions on one side and Hummel and the graduates on the other. Fucking great. The one thing Blaine made him promise was not to instigate an already tense situation. Wait…he was on the other side of the building. He (technically) had nothing to do with this showdown starting. But he knew a way to end it.

Game on!

He walked through the Old New Directions, winked at the NYADA reject and handed the flowers he brought to Blaine’s new (McKinley) BFF, Sam. Then, without a word, took Blaine in his arms and kissed him…hard. Blaine caught on and jumped up, wrapping his arms and legs around him like a Koala. When he grabbed hold of the Koala’s (perfect) ass to keep him up, the comments began. Applause erupted from the current New Directions side. Sam yelled Go get it, Anderson. There were catcalls from (who he believed was) Lopez. He was a little too busy to check it out.

If Hummel responded, it must have been at one of those pitches only dogs could hear. When they finally broke apart, he was in a best kiss I ever had daze and didn’t know what to do next.

Blaine did.

“Thanks, Babe. And Kurt, I'm not cheating on you. Not because I'm with Sebastian but because I broke up with you.”

“So, you are sleeping with Smythe!”

Now he knew what to say. “Why? You want to watch? Maybe I can teach you a thing or two. The New York Gays aren’t into, shall we say, vanilla. Then again, neither is B. Oh…you didn't know? You're a bigger idiot than I thought. Sorry about that B...in more ways than one.”

"It's alright. I'm sure the differences in my sex life have been highly speculated since you came back into my life."

Dog whistle, incoherent screaming

“Come on Killer, let’s go.” He took the flowers back from Sam and walked over to Artie (the director on Blaine’s side) “Apologies, but Blaine will not be attending the cast party.”

“No apologies necessary”

They went back to Dalton and crashed the Warblers monthly movie marathon. When Nick took Blaine upstairs to get some pj’s his phone started to go off. Of course, it was Hummel. He said to let it go to voicemail, but Thad answered it. He was able to use the words mock or mocking eight times before the other end went dead. The Warblers who were at Dalton with Hummel were literally rolling on the floor laughing. Someday, someone was going to have to tell him what that was about. When Blaine and Nick returned, he told Blaine what happened. He just shrugged then sat down next to him, stealing half his blanket. After grabbing his phone and blocking his ex's number, Blaine told the story of what happened after the play.

The movie marathon was scrapped. The group spent the rest of the night telling stories and laughing. At one point, some of the guys brought down their laptops and graduated Warblers were Skyped in. He learned what was so funny about the word mock. It was his favorite story after the one where Blaine jumped on a 100 year-old table, broke it into pieces and then somehow managed to charm the headmaster into not giving him detention for destruction of school property.

Fucking amazing

Blaine smiled the entire night until exhaustion took over. By this time, he’d hogged the majority of the blanket and was once again practicing being a Koala bear.

Again, fucking amazing

"Hey, Seb. Did we ever tell you about the Gap Attack?”

Thad took off at a full sprint when Blaine instantly woke up at the mere mention of the Gap Attack. It was ok, he knew the story but never got why it was such a big deal. Because, seriously, how could anyone reject such a grand gesture from Blaine Anderson?

November

The Warblers and New Directions decided to combine their We won Sectionals parties since technically they both won.

“A fucking tie? How the hell did we fucking tie?”

“It’s happened before” Sam reminded him, only slightly slurring his words. “When Blaine and he who shall not be named were at Dalton. Blaine took the lead on both songs and knocked them out of the park. Then Quinn and I did an awweeesooome duet. You know, I really liked Quinn but then she started sleeping with…yeah, I’m drunk.”

“Slept with who? Come on Evans!” Good thing that Sugar girl’s basement was huge so there was plenty of other furniture for the others. Sam was out cold. Watching his girlfriend eye fuck her ex all night probably contributed the situation, especially when that Quinn girl actually fucked some guy behind his back. But who?

He needed to find Blaine.

It didn’t take long. He was off to the side talking with the Oaf. If he understood what happened, the guy flunked out of the Army and has now taken over the New Directions since Schuster abandoned them. Fuck! He was also Hummel’s stepbrother.

Everyone knew their kiss after Grease was just to piss-off Hummel. It must have worked because the delusional diva-wannabe had gone silent. That changed today when he called Blaine, five minutes before they were supposed to go onstage. His number was supposed to be blocked but somehow rang through. That could wait. The real problem was figuring out what triggered the call in the first place. Since he wasn’t going to get answers from the fucking narcissist, the Oaf would have to do. “Did you tell the Bad Fairy what a dick move it was to call Blaine right before the New Directions went on stage? Or at least find out what the hell he wanted?”

The Oaf looked toward the ground and huffed, the international signal for you’re not going to like this. “Kurt thought he and Blaine would get back together when he was here last month. When that didn’t happen, he told anyone who would listen he found out Blaine was cheating on him with you even before he left for NYC. Supposedly he's been super depressed enough for his boss to call him into her office yesterday. She told him he’d never be able to move on until he offered forgiveness to those who wronged him. Kurt called Blaine so Blaine could apologize for cheating on him and then he could forgive him.” The Oaf and Blaine silently waited for a response. It wasn’t what they expected.

Full-on laughter

When he was able to breathe again, he sobered (not really, he was still pretty drunk) up to stare the Oaf directly in the eyes. He seemed a little taken aback. It probably didn’t happen very often. The dude was tall, but so was he. “Seb…”

“No, you’re going to listen to me. Tell that delusional son-of-a-bitch to stop saying shit about me and Blaine. If he says no, remind him my father is the State’s Attorney. I will never…ever see the inside of a jail cell. Oh, sorry Blaine."

"Don't be. Even if I wanted to press charges, which I didn't, the idiot gave away the evidence."

"True." He turned his attention back to the Oaf. No, really turned. It made him nauseous. "And also let Gayface know my new, very good friend Sugar told me her Daddy can dispose of a body so it's never found. Got that?”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of it.”

He (slightly) nodded his head (still nauseous) and backed off. Blaine was smiling that smile that made him want to drop to his knees and offer everlasting fidelity…and give him a blowjob. However, this wasn’t the time or place. “Now that we’ve got that settled, can one of you tell me who the asshole was that fucked Sam's girlfriend behind his back? I need to kick his, or her, ass. No, I can’t hit a girl. Hey, Sugar! Come over here. I might need a favor!”

December

“Explain it to me one more time.”

"You understood the first time. You understood the second and third time.”

"I understand the part about Sam and Brittany getting married…”

"Fake married”

"But they didn’t know it was fake.”

Blaine lifted his coffee and gave it a slight tip, acknowledging his point. “Touché. So, what don’t you understand?”

"How Sammy-boy is still walking around. I thought Lopez would be here on the first flight out of NYC. She might not be as delusional as Hummel, but even I can tell she thought Britt would come running back if she changed her mind. The true question is she pissed because her ex moved on, or that Britt moved on with Sam, Satan's other ex?”

"You know about Sam and Santana?”

"I know he was just a beard but didn’t know it. Those girls in the New Directions treated your BFF like shit, which is really, really bad considering I'm the one saying it. You’d think he’d be quite the catch with those lips. Since he’s on team vagina…”

"Stop! Sam’s my best friend.”

"Are you telling me you’ve never thought about what those lips could do if he was on his knees…”

"Oh my God! Don’t put that thought in my head!”

He had to admit he’d thought about Sam that way a time or two, but it was always centered around Blaine. Primarily, what would happen if the guy was a switch hitter. He and Blaine were extremely tactical together. He’d watched them hug more times in 3 1/2 months than his parents had in his lifetime. They also had a cool nickname…Blam. He and Blaine needed a nickname. Bastian? No…Seblaine. Image Hummel’s meltdown hearing the Seb in his name replacing the K in Klaine.

"Earth to Sebastian. Please tell me you’re not thinking of Sam giving you a blowjob.”

"I wasn’t until…kidding. I’m only kidding.” He took a sip of his coffee before changing the subject. It was time to push things forward, or at least find out if it was possible. “But I was thinking about how close you and Sam are. I mean you were practically holding hands the other day when I picked you up. If your BFF could be your BF, would you be with him?” Well, that sounded stupid.

"Have I thought of me and Sam together? I'm a 17 year-old gay boy and he's gorgeous 17 year-old boy with six-pack abs. Of course, I've thought about it. But I'd never do anything to jeopardize our friendship."

Good! “So, if Blam is totally platonic, what about dating in general? You’ve had enough guys hit on you at Scandals. Or are you still not over Hummel?” Please be over him, please be over him.

"I don’t think the guys at Scandals are looking for dates. And I’ve been over Kurt for a while now." YES!!! "I should tell you something.”

That didn’t sound good. “Anything”

“Burt, Kurt’s dad, came to see me the other day and asked me to go with him to NYC for Christmas, obviously to see Kurt.”

WTF?! “He knows you and Hummel aren’t together anymore, right? Or didn’t he care.”

"It’s not like that.” Blaine finished his coffee before sitting back in his chair. “You can’t tell anyone.”

"Done.”

"He has cancer. Cancer is what killed Kurt’s mom. Burt’s going to NYC to tell him in person.”

Great, now he feels like an ass. "I’m sorry. I know you’re still close to him despite everything. But that doesn’t explain why he asked you to go.”

"He thought I would…you know what? I don’t really know why he thought it would be a good idea. Sam overheard Burt on the phone with Kurt and he mentioned our annual Christmas duet tradition. Maybe it was something to do with that.”

"Christmas duet tradition?”

"The first song Kurt and I sang together was Baby, it’s cold outside. And you saw the Christmas TV Special the New Directions filmed last year.”

"And you were great. But you said annual tradition.”

"Last year and the year before.”

“Killer, doing something two years in a row isn’t an annual tradition, it’s a coincidence.” For some reason Blaine began to laugh then volunteered to get them another round of coffees and a couple of Christmas cookies. When he returned the laughter had stopped, but the boy across from him seemed lighter somehow. “What did I say to put you in this mood? Not that I’m complaining.”

"Don't get mad but I was feeling a little sad about the Christmas duet tradition until you called it a coincidence."

O...K? "Why?"

"When I took the time to look back on my relationship with Kurt, I realized we didn't have a quote/unquote thing. The closest I could come was the duets."

"Nothing else? You were together over a year."

"Exactly. He gave me red and yellow roses once, but it was his attempt at an apology for accusing me of stealing Tony, West Side Story, from him. Even before the official announcement, it was pretty clear I had the part considering Artie had me read with both Rachel and Mercedes. Don't ask." He made the locking gesture over his lips. This sounded like the beginning of a rant, and he didn't want to stop progress. Hopefully, it would give him the information he had (badly) been trying to get since they got there.

"After that, every romantic gesture came from me. Hell, I weaved together a bow-tie ring out of gum wrappers. Don't ask." Wouldn't dream of it. "Oh, I forgot. He did give me a stuffed dog when my brother he was visiting, who by the way, Kurt didn't try to hide his massive crush on. Anyway, I was so touched he thought of me that I didn't wrap my head around the story of the dog until later. The seniors were at the amusement park for Senior Skip Day. Rachel made Finn play the games so he could win her stuffed animals. On the way back, Kurt thought of me, or Cooper and thus me, I don't know, and realized he didn't bring me back anything, which he said he would. So, he stole one of Rachel's multiple animals and gave it to me, saying she wouldn't miss it. He didn't win the dog. He stole it and then told me like it was no big deal."

"That's...that's a lot."

"I've got dozens more."

"No, that's ok. I believe you." And he had enough information. Anything more would just piss him off and cloud his focus. "So, what you're saying is when you're ready to date, you want to be the one who is...I know there's a word."

"Wooed. Yeah, I want to be wooed. And not just wooed. Bigly wooed. Hugely wooed. No, humungously wooed."

"I don't believe anything you said was grammatically correct."

"I don't care. I want chocolates and roses..."

"Just not red and yellow ones."

"Exactly! And besides being humungously wooed, I want to be with someone I don’t have to hide myself from. He’d have to accept my inner Geek…comic books, video games, Star Wars…”

Shit! "That eliminates me from the pool of potential boyfriends. I will never understand Star Wars. At least the canon…”

"Oh My God!!! I told Sam to stop sending you links to clone/clone smut!”

"I can’t help it. I find them fascinating. I mean, they’re clones of the same guy. So, the clone is basically having sex with himself. How is that not Masturbation?”

December 23 in Lima/December 24 in Paris

"Hey, Killer. I thought we agreed to Skype on the 26th after we opened our gifts?"

Blaine smiled and picked up Sebastian's (already opened) gift. "You got me a stuffed dog!"

"It's not the 26th!"

"I can't believe you actually thought I'd wait!"

Yeah, he should have known better. "Just so you know, I didn't win him, but I did build him."

"You went to Build-A-Bear and made me a puppy? You know what Build-A-Bear is?"

"Trent did. Then I asked Sam if he thought you'd like it. He showed up with Tina because she wanted to make sure I didn't fuck it up."

"You...?"

Something changed. Blaine had been like a hyperactive puppy...oh, now he gets the whole Puppy Dog Eyes of Doom thing Sam went on and on about. "You ok Killer?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm great." It looked like he hugged the stuffed animal tighter, but he couldn't tell for sure. The Skype was a little fuzzy. "Open your gift."

"No..."

"Open it. I want to see your face." When he came back with the box, Blaine was practically bouncing through the screen. "Open it!"

"Ok, ok...oh. Men of McKinley?"

"January and December."

"Jan...oh, shit!"

"Remember when I told you the New Directions had to raise money to get a handicapped accessible bus for Regionals? Ta-da!"

"Um..."

"Speaking of January, December, do you want to get dinner before Sugar's New Year's Eve party?"

"Sure. Breadsticks, since it seems like that's the only place the New Directions go?"

"No, when I said dinner, I meant just you and me."

🎉🎉🎉"That sounds great."

December 31 11:59 PM/ January 1 12:02 AM

When the kissed ended, he lowered his head to put their foreheads together. "Blaine Anderson, I promise I am going to humungously woo you like no one has been humungously wooed before."

February

Blaine was in the Warbler Commons holding the basket he had delivered to McKinley. The Warblers were nowhere to be found. Thad told him Good Luck when he literally ran into him in the hallway but didn't say anything about canceling Warbler practice. Regionals were in 3 weeks. "Hey Babe, do you know where the guys are?"

"I asked them to give us some privacy." He held up the basket before setting it on one of the sofas. "You've got to stop, Bas."

"You don't like the puppies? They're for Bas Dog. The puppy with the pink bow is Alexandra and the one with the blue bow is Devon." Blaine sighed, then took his hand, taking him to the sofa across from the basket. "Did I do something wrong? You're the one who said you wanted to be humungously wooed."

"And I love being humungously wooed by you, but it's every day and I can't imagine the amount of money you've spent."

"That's not my fault, it's yours." Shit! He didn't want to tell Blaine this but no lying or hiding feelings was their Rule #1. "Remember the day you came to my house to help put away the Christmas decorations?"

"Yeah, there were a lot more than I thought there'd be considering your family spent the holidays in Paris."

"When you're a politician, you've still got to keep up appearances. Anyway, New Year's morning, after my wooing promise, I realized something. I had no fucking clue how to woo someone. Then I made a humungously big mistake. I asked my mother."

"Your mother is a lovely woman. Maybe a little over the top."

"No, and I love her, but she's an overbearing French snob who looks down on everyone and everything...except you. You come over, being all charming, (air quotes) forgetting not to call my parents Ma'am and Sir. You brought delicious homemade muffins you baked that morning because you didn't have a hostess gift. I invited you for manual labor not a dinner party."

"It was the polite thing..."

"And then when you and Mother went missing, and Dad and I found you both at the piano singing the score to Les Misérables? My dad pulled me aside and told me he was doubling my weekly allowance but called it my Don't fuck this up fund. Later that night, after you'd gone home, Mother came to my room and gave me a 3-hour lecture on wooing. Then she told me she was tripling my weekly allowance but called it my Don't fuck this up fund."

Blaine's smile was the only thing holding back his laughter. "Did you tell Vivian your father had already given you a raise?"

"Not at first. I thought she was just adding on to what Dad had already done. But when I checked the next day, the original amount was now five times larger. I told them but they waved it off. So, long story short, I haven't spent nearly what I could have. I didn't want to freak you out. And if you haven't guessed, my parents really like you."

"My parents like you too. If my father says the word "upgrade" one more time..." Blaine kissed his cheek but he could tell it was about his developing relationship with his father more than what they were discussing. It sometimes overwhelmed his boyfriend (he loved saying that) how he and Patrick Anderson got along so well. "Thank you for telling me what your parents have done but I want you, and your parents, to understand something. You're an amazing boyfriend and not because of the gifts. Ok, not just because of the gifts. If you don't believe me, believe the universe. You got into Harvard and I'm going to Berklee. We applied to those schools last year, when we weren't talking."

"Berklee was your backup school."

"Yes, at the time, but I could've chosen NYU and didn't. Something was steering me toward Boston. You're stuck with me. And maybe Brittany. Evidently, she's some sort of math genius and MIT is flying her out for further testing."

"That...that...that...huh?"

"I can't explain it either. I'll let you know when I know." Blaine got up and came backed with the two stuffed animals. "I love being wooed by you. Puppies for Bas Dog is incredibly sweet. The problem I have is you keep sending everything to McKinley."

"Are any of those assholes giving you crap because your boyfriend is sending you gifts?"

"No, it's not because you and I are gay. It's because Valentine's Day is next week. Today, a group of guys came into the Choir Room after Glee begging me to ask you to stop. Their girlfriends are constantly pointing out what you've sent me. No way can they live up to those expectations."

"That's not my fault."

"I know, just please, nothing else to McKinley until after Valentine's Day."

"Fine, but afterwards we're back to humungously wooing?"

Blaine sighed and gripped his hand tighter. "I told you, I'm not going anywhere."

"But..."

"I had an idea. Have you heard about Wes' Lent Challenge?"

"Yes, but you know my opinion on organized religions. They call me an abomination. I call them a bunch of hypocritical pedophiles."

"And I agree, but the Challenge wasn't about religion. It was about creativity, but we didn't get to choose what to give up. I had to give up boy band moves for 40 days. We were getting ready for Regionals!"

"Boy band moves?"

"And jumping on furniture."

"Ah, that makes more sense." Something about the way Blaine was looking at him let him know he wasn't going to let this go. "What's your idea?"

"Let me show you my Blaine Anderson everything has to be over the top skills and allow me to take over Valentine's Day."

OH, HELL NO! "That's not going to happen. We can both do Valentine's Day."

"That's what I figured you say. But I want you to understand, I'm with you because of you, not that you're the King of Humungously Wooing. You do believe that, don't you?'

Uhhhh... "Maybe"

"I know the Lent Challenge is a bit extreme, but I couldn't think of another way to get you to stop wooing me and let me prove to you how we can be really great without it."

Maybe he'd been going overboard. At first, he could blame having no idea how to be in a relationship and then bringing in his parents. Then Hummel found out they were together and conveniently came back to Lima to check on his dad, despite just beginning classes at NYADA. If he was there for his dad, how come he was at McKinley daily "helping" Schuster and the Oaf get the New Directions ready for Regionals? That's when he started sending the gifts to McKinley. But once he started, he couldn't stop. Ok, Hummel said something about Blaine will dump him once the gifts ended and he'd be there to pick up the pieces.

He wasn't proud that he'd let it get to him.

"So, nothing to McKinley until after Valentine's Day. Then wooing, just not humungously wooing. And then, the Lent Challenge." He leaned in and kissed his boyfriend...his boyfriend. Yeah, he should learn to accept that. "When does Lent start?"

"It's not like Christmas. It's the 40 days before Easter and Easter's usually somewhere in April."

Later that evening, he pulled out a calendar to find out exactly when Lent began.

Oh, shit! He's so screwed.

But if that’s what Blaine Anderson wants, that’s what Blaine Anderson will get.

February 14th

The next week was pretty great for him and Blaine. Sam on the other hand...

Brittany broke up with him via text, when they were in the same room, because her cat told her to. The next day she flew off to MIT. The breakup (dumping) was most likely due to that, but the cat story was more fun.

Sam's pain was real, and he kind of felt bad, but it gave him the opportunity to woo Blaine but look like he was cutting back at the same time. Thankfully, even after all the money he's spent to this point and the money he was spending on Valentine's Day, there was still a substantial balance in his Don't fuck this up fund.

Sugar told him she didn't know what guys did, but when girls had a breakup, they usually spent the next few days in bed with friends (to tell you what a jerk your ex is), ice cream (to eat your feelings) and a movie (probably the Notebook). That wasn't going to work, but it gave him an idea. He and Beat (the Warblers gaming expert) went to the mall. Two Play Stations and multiple (including the latest Marvel and Star Wars) games later, they moved on to the grocery store. Sam watched what he ate (obsessively) so he didn't know what ice cream to get. He bought them all along with everything he needed for a sundae bar.

While took the haul back to Dalton, he went to Hummel's house to kidnap Blam. He thought the Oaf was going to swallow his tongue when he opened the door to see him standing there. It wasn't a picnic for him either.

Sam protested but Blaine convinced him to go with it. When they got to Dalton and saw the setup...2 large TVs with a game station on each, stacks and stacks of pizza, a wide variety of non-alcoholic beverages (the good stuff was for later) and a freezer full of ice cream...the McKinley boys were in complete shock.

"Sugar told me about the ice cream, Notebook, friends version of a post-breakup party, but Sam's a dude. I thought video games, junk food, ice cream and later, alcohol, sounded better. And for once, you're not going to scrutinize everything you eat. We'll deal with the aftermath, you know, after. And before you ask, I didn't invite anyone else from McKinley because Britt is their friend as well. Here, you can trash her all you want and nothing gets back to Satan."

As the Warblers took Sam under their wings, Blaine drug him to his dorm room and gave him the best blowjob of his life...times 10! Not that he expected it to happen but...holy shit! Maybe there was another way to woo Blaine Anderson.

But that was last week. Today was Valentine's Day. The creme de la creme of romantic holidays. All other wooing meant nothing if he didn't get this right. He knew it wasn't true, but it sure felt like it.

He honored Blaine's wishes and sent nothing to Mckinley. They agreed to meet at Dalton and he was pretty sure some of the guys were helping Blaine with something. It was driving him nuts. To make it worse, his Economics (his worse class) teacher noticed he was distracted and called on him constantly. Asshole!

When class ended, Jeff took one arm and Nick the other. Without explanation, they escorted him to the Conservatory on the other side of the Academy. Blaine was at the grand piano wearing the same outfit he was wearing when they first saw each other. He was even wearing the bowtie, which he didn't do as much anymore.

When your legs don't work like they used to before And I can't sweep you off of your feet Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love? Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?

And, darling, I will Be loving you 'til we're 70 And, baby, my heart Could still fall as hard at 23

And I'm thinking 'bout how People fall in love in mysterious ways Maybe just the touch of a hand Well, me, I fall in love with you every single day And I just wanna tell you I am

So, honey, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud

Maybe we found love right where we are

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it. You know Ed Sheeran is one of my favorites right now, but, isn't there more?"

Blaine picked up a gift sitting on the other side of him and brought it over. "I thought we'd save the rest of it for later."

He opened the box and... "Holy shit! These are front row! And backstage passes! How? I thought about this but he's not performing near here."

"I know, those are for his Boston show. It's during Spring Break. I thought we could go check out the campuses and surrounding area. It would be nice if we could find a coffee shop before we actually move there."

"Oh, wow, yeah. Wait a minute, your parents agreed to me and you going to Boston unchaperoned?"

"So, did yours."

"That's not surprising. They love you. I wouldn't be surprised if they find some apartments for us to check out while we're there." He leaned in to thank his boyfriend for the amazing gift when... "Seriously Killer, how did you get these? From what I've heard, he doesn't allow backstage passes unless he personally approved them."

"Cooper"

"Cooper? You're brother, Cooper?"

"When Ed first moved to LA he lived in the apartment across the hall from Coop. They became friends. Since my brother had never asked before, Ed was more than willing to help him out. However, this does mean I owe him a HUGE favor. I don't really want to think about it." Blaine went up on his toes and kissed him before taking a step back, obviously anticipating something. "Well?"

"Well? Oh, you want your gift." He reached into his messenger bag and handed his boyfriend a small box. "I hope you like it. I tried to remember everything you told me."

Blaine's blazing smile faded the moment he saw the contents of the box. "A chocolate bar and a plastic flower?"

"Rose. It's a rose. I remembered when you went on your original wooing rant, and you said you wanted someone who would give you chocolate and roses. And I hope you noticed it's white, not red or yellow."

"I noticed, but...I mean, I know I asked you to scale back, but it's Valentine's Day."

"And?"

"And what?"

He opened the calendar on his phone and showed it to his thoroughly confused boyfriend. "Today is Valentine's Day and the first day of Lent. Easter is early this year. Maybe next time you get a big idea, you should make sure of the details before implementing it."

It took a little bit of time before Blaine put it all together. "The Lent Challenge. You were supposed to stop with all the gifts for the Lent Challenge."

He tried hard to suppress the snark in his expression but couldn't. "I couldn't get you nothing..."

"Oh, no, this is great. You did exactly what I wanted."

"Excellent! Let's go to the Commons. I want to show the guys what my wonderful boyfriend got me for our first Valentine's Day." That was laying it on a bit thick, but he'd already gone this far. Blaine trying to smile and saying how much he loved the candy bar and dollar store flower was pretty pathetic. "That's strange" he said when they found the doors shut. "We've got practice in 20 minutes." He opened the doors and stood off to the side.

"Oh...my...God!" Blaine ran right past him. Inside the Commons were seven (one for each week they'd been boyfriends) bouquets of a dozen white roses. There were also a dozen handmade chocolate hearts from the best chocolatier in Paris.

"Like I said. I remembered you wanted to be with someone who would give you chocolate and roses. I thought maybe you would forgive me this one..."

He couldn't finish the sentence when Koala Bear Blaine returned, kissing him with everything he could put into it. When it ended, there were tears on both their faces. He's never understood happy tears until Blaine came into his life. "Are you ok?"

"More than. And I promise, I will never question your wooing again."

20 Years Later

The noise of his husband and children carried up from the kitchen to his bedroom, even with the door closed. Sebastian was making Alexandra and Devon heart shaped pancakes as he had every year since they ate solid food. He always made sure not to go down to the kitchen until they were finished. This was a tradition between just the three of them. Sebastian also kept up the tradition of giving him chocolates and roses for Valentines Day. The most memorable was during their senior year of college. They flew to Paris so Sebastian could take him to the chocolatier who made the chocolates from the first year. Inside one of the hearts was an engagement ring.

He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a small box. It was the secret he hid from everyone, even the man he married. Inside were his two favorite possessions in the world…a chocolate bar wrapper and a plastic rose. The moment Sebastian explained the logic behind them, he knew he’d marry that boy someday. He had listened to him. He had paid attention. No one had done so in a very long time. THAT was the greatest gift he ever received.

"Daddy”

He quickly put back the box and turned to see 4 year-old Devon, the spitting image of his husband. They were in so much trouble in approximately 10 years. “What are you doing here Mr. Man? You know the rule about knocking.”

"Sorry Daddy, I’m xited.”

“That doesn't excuse not knocking. Now tell me, why are you excited?”

"Papa put choccy chips in the heart cakes! And he making flower cakes!”

“Chocolates and roses” he couldn't help but smile at the fact Sebastian was still a total romantic. He'd always been, it just took him a while to trust it. ”Wow, those sounds amazing!”

"Can you eat flower and heart choccy chip cakes with me and Ally and Papa?”

"Oh Sweetheart, pancakes are your Valentine tradition with only Ally and Papa.”

"But Papa says we can have new dition with you. But we has to do it three times or it’s a co…co…”

Killer, doing something two years in a row isn’t an annual tradition, it’s a coincidence. "The word is coincidence and your Papa is right, as usual. Let’s go start a new tradition.”

Thinking Out Loud: Sheeran, Ed 2014

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Glee S1 E4, Gender Analysis – Hernandez

In this episode of the series “Glee,” themes of self-discovery, acceptance, and breaking gender norms, all set against the backdrop of the high school's dynamic social landscape, are explored. The characters navigate personal struggles, and the episode contributes to the overarching narrative of the series, blending humor, drama, and musical performances. The main character of the episode, Kurt Hummel, attempts to conform to gender norms as he struggles with his sexuality and identity.

The episode begins with Kurt's journey of self-discovery as he grapples with his identity as a gay teenager. Kurt was caught by his dad in the act of rehearsing a dance skit that was one imitating the well known Beyonce “Single Ladies.” In an effort to break free from societal expectations and satisfy his dad by ensuring him he is not gay, Kurt auditions for the McKinley High football team. This decision challenges traditional gender norms and stereotypes associated with both football players and LGBTQ+ individuals. Kurt's pursuit of acceptance in a hyper-masculine space highlights the societal pressures to conform to predetermined gender roles.

This occurrence really highlights the pressure that LGBTQ+ individuals face and the extent they go to in order to hide their true identity. This also perfectly illustrates the characters in the show, Kurt and his dad, relying on stereotypes to reassure themselves of a false reality. Kurt knew that if he joined the football team (oftentimes known to be a very masculine activity/affiliation), then his dad would be convinced he is not gay. This reliance on stereotypes is just one of the ways this episode illustrates the importance in eradicating these gender norms. In the episode, sexuality is portrayed as it often is depicted in real life – easily judged. Kurt is scared that his father is going to have a bad reaction if he finds out he is gay. This fear stems from the idea that he is going to be judged. This view of sexuality, as unfortunate as it is, is what most of the LBGTQ+ has to deal with.

On the other hand, Finn Hudson, the quarterback of the football team, experiences a shift in perspective when he discovers that his girlfriend, Quinn, is pregnant. This unexpected revelation challenges traditional gender roles and expectations surrounding teenage relationships. As this life-changing event unfolds in front of him, Finn has to reach deep inside and challenge everything he thought before receiving this news. Finn is forced to confront his own preconceived notions about masculinity and fatherhood, leading to personal growth and a reconsideration of societal expectations.

At the end of the episode, despite the successful lie involving Kurt’s engagement in the football team, Kurt decides to reveal the truth about his sexuality to his father. His father reacted unconformably, but he admitted to Kurt that he had known since he was three years old. Despite being uncomfortable with Kurt’s news, he ultimately tells Kurt that he still loves him no matter what. This was a great exchange and moment.

Lastly, in this episode, race is not really a central theme at all. It was hard to try and find a way to implement a racial lens in analyzing this episode. However, I did note that the cast was very diversified. I believe this may have been a way for the producers of the show to instill the idea of diversity without it having to be the central theme of every episode.

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kurt hummel in every performance

5x20 - The Untitled Rachel Berry Project

American Boy - Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson

“Um, before we end tonight, I would like to give a very, very special thank you to my benefactor, June Dolloway. The woman that taught me that talent is worthless unless you can really back it up with passion. And so I'd like to use that passion to pick my last song. Because there is nothing I am more passionate about... than my fiancé. So, um, Kurt... would you like to sing this last duet with me?” - Blaine Anderson

#glee #kurt hummel #my stuff #kurt hummel in every performance #blaine anderson #klaine #song: american boy #episode: the untitled rachel berry project #what a fun number theyre so silly #i love kurt’s jacket he looks like a painting

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 7 months

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songwriter blaine?

Some of these he's a pop or country star and writes songs too. ~Jen

Blaine Anderson - Icon by @alilactree

I saw this manip going around and felt very inspired to write a little something. Designer!Kurt and Rockstar!Blaine alternate meeting AU (on tumblr)

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Behind Closed Doors by Awela

Blaine, the lonely songwriter is excited when new neighbours move into the long deserted house beside his, but he soon comes to the realization that something is not right with the newlywed couple. The creepy clients of Sebastian, the strange behaviour of Kurt, the weird noises coming from their home in the middle of the night… Something is definitely wrong with the Smythes.

~~~~~ Tying you to me by @hippohead

It’s been five years since Blaine kissed him goodbye at the airport, and he hasn’t seen him since.

Somewhere within those five years, though, Blaine became an international pop star. Which is... not exactly ideal; not when you’re trying to neatly pack away your feelings and the fact that you’re still desperately in love with him, and his face is on every billboard in Times Square.

(in which there is an invisible string, tying Kurt to Blaine, and Blaine to Kurt, and isn't that just so pretty)

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Nashville by @hkvoyage

Kurt lands the lead role in a new musical, but it flops during the previews. However, his performance captivates Nashville’s newest country music sensation. They share an instant connection and it grows deeper as they get to know each other. Will Kurt be able to save the musical and keep the man of his dreams? An AU meeting featuring country singer!Blaine and Broadway!Kurt.

~~~~~ Turn into a Pose by @little-escapist

Singer-songwriter Blaine Anderson wants to come out of the closet. When his publicist sets him up with movie-star Kurt Hummel, he’s ready for anything, but the last thing that Kurt wants is a relationship with anyone, let alone Blaine. He hates his publicist for setting him up, hates the idea of lying to the world, and hates letting the world invade his personal life. But maybe Blaine Anderson is exactly what Kurt Hummel needs.

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what-if-rpg · 10 months

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↪ Have you heard about BLAINE ANDERSON? HE is 28 and hails from WESTERVILLE, OH. Looks exactly like DARREN CRISS, and is TAKEN.

“Sometimes if you want to make change, you’ve got to make a little noise."

↪ IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

FULL NAME: Blaine Devon Anderson DATE OF BIRTH: April 05 SEXUALITY & GENDER: Gay & Cis-Male RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to Kurt Hummel POSITIVE & NEGATIVE TRAITS: Driven, Passionate & Supportive. Dramatic, Impulsive & Vulnerable. OCCUPATION: Broadway Actor & Singer/Songwriter CITY: New York, NYC

↪ HEADCANONS:

Growing up with two parents who have busy jobs, and a brother who seems to be perfect at everything he does and is always the center of attention, isn’t always easy. As a kid, Blaine idolized his big brother. He admired Cooper’s talent and confidence and wanted to be just like him, but Cooper always seemed to do everything better. No matter how hard Blaine tried to keep up with him despite their age difference, Cooper didn’t always seem to know, or care, that Blaine being ten years younger meant he didn’t have as much experience as Cooper himself, and he was extremely critical of his little brother. Cooper had no issues with pushing Blaine into the background — both literally and figuratively. But the harder Cooper pushed, the harder Blaine tried to live up to his expectations. And Cooper wasn’t the only one who had high expectations of Blaine — his father did too. There always seemed to be an underlying tension in the Anderson home, and Blaine often felt like he had to compete with Cooper for their father’s attention. Blaine worked hard on his talents and made sure to get good grades and to always be polite and charming, hoping to earn his father’s affection that way. Trying to live up to his father and brother’s incredibly high expectations is one of the reasons Blaine is the perfectionist he is today.

When Blaine came out at the age of thirteen, his father’s reaction wasn’t exactly what Blaine had been hoping for. There wasn’t much of a reaction at all, really, and the fact that his father almost seemed to pretend like it had never happened made things even more strained between them than they already were. Blaine would often feel like his father hoped that rebuilding a car with him or taking him to a football game might make him straight. Rationally, Blaine knew his dad loved him, but sometimes he couldn’t help but feel like he had to tone down his personality, to try to fit in more, and that being gay was something to do quietly in their house. There were times when they would barely speak to each other, one of them being after his father tried to convince him to choose a more reliable career path when Blaine announced he wanted to apply for NYADA, which resulted in many fights.

At school, things weren’t exactly easier when Blaine came out. A long year of bullying escalated at a Sadie Hawkins dance, and after ending up in the hospital and having some long talks with his parents, Blaine ended up transferring to Dalton Academy. It was easy to blend in at his new school, the uniform, and anti-bullying policy offering a feeling of safety Blaine hadn't felt in a long time. But sometimes he couldn’t help but feel like he was playing a role instead of truly being himself, and part of him regretted running from his bullies.

While the performing arts, theatre, and music have always been Blaine’s main interests and biggest passions, that doesn’t mean that it’s all he’s ever been interested in. As a kid, his parents let him pursue every interest his young self could think of, from piano, singing, dancing, and acting to fencing, tennis, and football. He climbed trees with other kids, read books at an impressive speed, learned how to bake, and joined many clubs, much like he did in his senior year at McKinley. That doesn’t mean he was good at everything he tried, but that never stopped him from being open to trying new things. And he never stopped having a wide array of interests and hobbies — his taste in music is still all over the place, he still loves anything superheroes-related, still boxes, does yoga and attends aerobics classes, loves watching sports games, and plays quite a few instruments.

When Kurt and Blaine moved back to New York after getting married, Blaine was offered a second chance at NYADA. After graduating with honors, he starred in Hairspray, West Side Story, Little Shop of Horrors, the very first LGBTQ production of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf (alongside his husband), and, most recently, in Grease as Danny Zuko for which he has won a Tony. Performing on Broadway isn’t the only thing Blaine has been doing career-wise, though. When Audrey was born, Blaine took a break from the stage and started to focus more on writing music, and he can now proudly call himself a Grammy-nominated singer-songwriter. His last performance as Danny Zuko is in just a few days, and he plans to take a little break again, to be able to spend more time with Audrey and to write new music. Blaine is also an advocate for protecting LGBTQ+ youth and anti-bullying. He speaks at schools and performs at charity benefits, and tries to volunteer as much as he can. Blaine is grateful for every opportunity he gets, and he knows that no matter what, he will always find ways to make art and help people.

↪ IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS:

PAM & ANTONIO ANDERSON (Parents): Blaine has always been much closer to his mother than to his father, especially after his coming out. Although his mother can be a little intense sometimes, she has always been very supportive of Blaine and is still his biggest fan. Blaine makes sure to call her at least once a week. While his father is still emotionally distant, and Blaine doesn't talk to him nearly as often as he talks to his mother, he and Blaine have worked hard on improving their relationship. It’s still far from perfect, but their relationship is better than before. COOPER ANDERSON (Half-brother): While there are still times when Blaine feels overshadowed by his brother, and they still bicker sometimes, their relationship is much better than it used to be. He knows that at the end of the day, Cooper has his back and tries his best to support him in his own way. KURT HUMMEL (Husband): They’ve certainly had their ups and downs in the past, but things are going better than ever between Kurt and Blaine. They’ve gotten much better at communicating, which is something Blaine continues to work on, and there is no one he would rather spend the rest of his life with or raise their daughter with. AUDREY HUMMEL-ANDERSON (Daughter): Blaine had always known that he wanted to have kids someday, and he absolutely adores being a father. He sings her to sleep every night, happily lets her paint his nails, and is always up for a tea party or dance party. While he tries not to spoil her too much, he often can’t resist her pleading eyes and finds himself giving in to her requests more often than not. SAM EVANS & TINA COHEN-CHANG (Best friends): When Blaine felt lost at McKinley, Sam was the one who was there for him and stopped him from running away to Dalton, and Blaine will always be grateful for the way Sam helped him through that rough time. Together with Tina, they formed an inseparable trio during their senior year, and his friendship with both of them is still as strong as ever. RACHEL BERRY (Best friend): Blaine has admired Rachel’s talent and ambition from the very first time he’d met her, and while he already considered her a friend when they were both in high school, the two of them truly became close when they both found themselves back in Ohio. Their bond became even stronger when Rachel agreed to be their surrogate and he considers her one of his best friends.

#Blaine Anderson #Darren Criss #Char #Char: Taken #Char: Canon #Canon: T #Char: M #Fam: Anderson #Fam: Hummel

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lesbiancosimaniehaus · 1 year

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Kurt Hummel was in just about every episode of glee and wound up with only two memorable performances… Rose’s Turn (because of the audacity) and Blackbird…. Idk how Darren Criss didn’t throttle him when they had to duet. Their voices don’t go well together AT ALL.

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thnxforknowingme · 1 year

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I posted 3,641 times in 2022

That's 2,128 more posts than 2021!

215 posts created (6%)

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I tagged 3,545 of my posts in 2022

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Pairing: Klaine, with a side of mild Kurtbastian.

Rating: E

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: Blaine is quite fond of his funny, smart, fascinating, attractive roommate, Kurt. And when he wakes up one night to overhear Kurt having sex with another man, he discovers a whole new realm of feelings he has towards Kurt.

Notes: Warnings for voyeurism, being walked in on, and comic misunderstandings. The title is from If Walls Could Talk by 5SOS. I took some liberties with the layout of the loft.

Blaine wasn’t sure what woke him up at first, when he gradually became conscious and his eyes flickered open to reveal only darkness.

Or, at least, what passed for darkness in the apartment. The glow of streetlamps still managed to filter through the curtains, and there were a few tiny beacons of light in Blaine’s room, coming from the power buttons of his laptop and his stereo. He glanced over at his alarm clock, the green numbers indicating that it was just past 2AM.

Then he noticed the sound - a sort of heavy, stuttering breathing, coming from the other side of the curtain that separated Blaine’s “bedroom” from his roommate’s. That was probably what had woken him up. He listened more carefully, trying to figure out what the noise was. Was Kurt awake? Was something wrong with him? Then there was another sound - a soft pop, and then a whispered “yeah, like that?”

The voice was quiet, but Blaine was positive it wasn’t Kurt’s. This was confirmed when Kurt’s familiar voice whispered back, “shhh, I told you quiet. But yes, oh my god, yes like that.”

The pieces clicked together in Blaine’s head, and suddenly he was wide awake.

Oh. Kurt was in his room, with another guy, doing something that sounded very intimate and personal.

Blaine had only been living with Kurt for a couple months, but it had been going great so far. When he’d found himself in need of a new apartment, he’d scoured the internet and been mostly disappointed by the adverts for open rooms and apartments. But when he’d found Kurt’s post seeking a new roommate and contacted him, they’d immediately gotten along. Both from Ohio, both gay, both studying performing arts. While the living situation wasn’t ideal - the open studio forcing them to craft separate rooms out of curtains and strategically-arranged furniture - Blaine had decided it was worth it. Rent was cheap, the location was decent, and Kurt had seemed like an excellent housemate. He was someone who Blaine thought he would not only tolerate living with, but could actually become friends with.

However, in none of their conversations about roommate responsibilities and expectations had they broached the subject of what to do if one of them wanted to have sex in the apartment while the other one was present.

Blaine could hear Kurt’s breathing grow hurried and erratic as the other guy continued whatever he was doing. Blaine thought that he should probably be a little offended, or grossed out, or uncomfortable. He could press one of his pillows over his ear and try to fall back asleep. He could make some sort of noise to remind Kurt of his presence, and maybe that would make them stop.

But Blaine didn’t do either of those things. Instead, his curious mind conjured up images of what might be happening on the other side of the curtain - where exactly was this mystery guy touching Kurt? Was he using his hands? His mouth? Were they still fully dressed, clothing pushed aside, or was Kurt naked, his pale body spread out against the dark sheets he always made his bed with?

Oh god oh god oh god. Instead of being disgusted, Blaine was turned on. He was a degenerate, a pervert, a secret voyeur. He could feel himself getting hard as he listened to Kurt try to stifle his gasps of pleasure.

Based on the lack of noise from the other guy, Blaine figured that his mouth was probably occupied. Blaine’s traitorous, horny brain provided more imagined scenarios - the feeling of wet heat surrounding his cock, another man’s head between his legs - or, alternatively, tasting the salt and sweat of someone else, his jaw stretched around them, hearing their moans as he rutted against those dark sheets -

Kurt breathed out some partially-intelligible words; Blaine caught “yes” and “please” and “close.” There was a hum of acknowledgement from whoever else was in Kurt’s bed. Kurt’s muttering and breathing sped up and peaked - and then there was a second of silence before he exhaled heavily.

Oh my god, Blaine thought.

He heard the shift of movement on the mattress, quiet laughter, the rustle of bedsheets. Something was whispered, but so softly he couldn’t make out the words. More movement. Eventually, silence, punctuated only by even breathing.

I just heard Kurt have sex, Blaine thought to himself, staring dumbly at his alarm clock. And I am so, stupidly turned on right now.

He shifted slightly to lie on his back, biting his lip when the movement caused his pajamas to brush against his groin and send pleasure coursing through his veins. He held his mouth shut tight as he palmed himself, relieving some of the tension but still aching for more. He couldn’t, though. He certainly couldn’t get himself off quietly enough, and didn’t want to risk bringing any attention to himself. The only thing more mortifying than discovering that he was turned on by overhearing Kurt have sex would be if Kurt found out about it too.

Blaine closed his eyes and forced himself to think unsexy thoughts until he could fall back asleep.

Blaine was pouring orange juice for himself the next morning when an unfamiliar man came out of the bathroom. He was lanky and fair-skinned, with thick, tousled hair that was pushed back from his face. He was also wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.

“Hey,” the guy said, nodding at the juice carton in Blaine’s hand. “Can I have some?”

Blaine stared blankly at him, wondering what the hell to say, when Kurt came out of his room. Unlike the unannounced guest, Kurt was fully dressed and put-together.

“Leave him alone, Sebastian,” Kurt chastised, heading for the Keurig on the counter. “Sorry, Blaine. We didn’t wake you up last night when we came in, did we?”

Blaine channeled all of his acting skills into sounding and looking completely nonchalant when he replied, “Nope, didn’t wake up.”

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Klaine 3-2-1 Prompt Bang Fic: Courting Royalty

Author: @thnxforknowingme

Artist: @quizasvivamos

Prompt Provided by: @nineofhearts4

Pairing: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel

Rating: T

Word Count: 12.7k

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Rachel Berry (minor Jesse St James, Sugar Motta, OCs)

Summary: During Kurt’s senior year, his friend Rachel gets some surprising news: she’s the princess of a tiny European country, and she has a twin brother to share the throne with. The summer after graduation, Kurt visits his newly-royal friend in the country she’s heir to before they head to New York for college. Staying in a castle and rubbing shoulders with European nobility is pretty overwhelming, but the most remarkable part is meeting Rachel’s brother Blaine, the new prince who Kurt instantly begins crushing on. This summer is either going to be a fairy tale come true, or result in multiple diplomatic catastrophes.

Inspired by Meg Cabot’s Princess Diaries series and the movie adaptations.

Genre/Tropes: Anderberry Siblings, Royalty, Modern Royalty, Alternate Meeting

Warnings: None

Notes: I’ve long been a fan of Meg Cabot’s, and this story was so much fun to write. Everything should be totally understandable for people who aren’t familiar with the Princess Diaries, but with some fun easter eggs for those who are. A thousand thank yous to @quizasvivamos who created not one but TWO beautiful pieces of art for this fic! Look how perfect they are! This was such a fun collaboration and I’m excited to share it with everyone. Enjoy!

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Klaine 3-2-1 Prompt Bang Fic: Miles To Go

Author: @thnxforknowingme

Artist: @datshitrandom

Prompt Provided by: @redheadgleek

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 35k

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Cooper Anderson (minor Rachel, Santana, Mercedes, Burt and Carole)

Summary: In the wake of Finn’s death, Kurt struggles to keep up with schoolwork at NYADA or engage with his life in general. He finally finds purpose again when he decides to spend the summer venturing west, to scatter Finn’s ashes in the Pacific Ocean. The road trip is long and lonely and challenging, but Kurt’s luck starts to turn around when he meets a handsome man named Blaine, who’s heading to California for his own reasons. After crossing paths in Colorado, they decide to travel together. As they get closer to the west coast they start to let down their walls, learning more about each other and revealing what they’re really seeking on this trip.

Genre/Tropes: Alternate Meeting, Road trip, College

Warnings: Finn’s death, grief, some sexual content

Author’s Notes: The prompt for this story immediately jumped out to me, because it deals with two things that have been on my mind a lot lately: grief, and cross-country road trips. I’m so grateful for this particular prompt, as it’s given me so much inspiration, and I hope that what I’ve written does it justice.

And, of course, so many thanks to @datshitrandom, who made the gorgeous art for this story. With relatively limited information she was able to create something that exactly captured the look and feel of this story, and then went way above and beyond to create Instagram edits chronicling the entire road trip! I am obsessed with them.

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My #1 post of 2022

the problem with glee is that the characters who should have gotten a slut phase didn't, while the characters who did get a slut phase/just were sluts all the time should have toned it down

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