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Summer’s Almost Over (So Come Spend it with Me)
Tan Hands and Tan Lines Day Four Side A: Tenacious
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By the time Blaine pulled up to Tina’s house, the sun was already beginning to set past the horizon. They were gonna be late.
When Rachel invited him to her fourth of July barbecue a week ago, he had actually been excited. He had only met a few of the New Directions, and they were nice, but this time he was hoping to win them all over. It was summer, and their show choir rivalry was over for the year. Besides, he was dating their teammate, and that had to count for something.
As the date grew closer though, he felt that familiar knot in the pit of his stomach. Blaine knew how important the group was to Kurt. They were his second family, and their approval of him would mean a lot. He couldn’t screw this up.
So Blaine made the best peach cobbler he could, wrapped it in tin foil and set it in the passenger seat of his car. Of course he didn’t have to bring anything, but first (or second) impressions were everything. He settled for a more casual look, an open graphic button down and dark green swim trunks. He gelled his hair down only a little, knowing it would probably wash out anyway.
And he told Tina that he could drive her there. Apparently, he would pass her neighborhood on the ride to Lima anyway. She didn’t have to know he got hopelessly lost trying to find her house.
She was one of the club members Blaine hadn’t officially met yet. They talked briefly at prom for his performance, but that was it. She seemed nice, if not a little stand-offish around him.
He tapped the horn twice, and it took another minute or so for her to come out of the front door. She had on a long black skirt and a black bikini top. Kurt did mention that she liked the color.
“We had to bring something?” She said instead of a hello, sliding into the passenger seat and setting the cobbler in her lap. “Ooh, it’s still warm.” Her eyelids were covered in sparkly blue eyeshadow, eyeliner perfectly winged.
“No, um. It was just the…nice thing to do?” He offered, feeling suddenly self conscious about the decision. She nodded and pulled out her phone, typing at a rapid speed. They pulled out of the driveway and back onto the main road in relative silence.
They just passed the ‘Welcome to Lima!’ sign when Tina exclaimed, “Oh! I made you this.” She pressed a bracelet into his wrist, which he grabbed at the next stoplight.
It said his name on it, spelled out with alternating black and white beads. The band was made of thin red rope, and there were tiny bird and bowtie pins attached. It was a friendship bracelet.
While Blaine was stunned to silence, Tina rushed to explain. “I just thought, y’know since you’re dating Kurt, you’re basically an honorary New Directions member.”
“I made one for everybody, I think they’re starting to catch on,” she added with a wink.
“You made this?” Blaine squaked. He slid it onto his wrist before making a right at the intersection. There were ties on the end, and after some adjustments it fit snugly.
She shrugged. “Yeah, well Kurt had some say in it too,” Tina said. Blaine’s heart swelled, because of course he did. “But I made the bowtie charm out of some recycled plastic.”
“Thank you so much, Tina.” Blaine grinned at her. He saw her pale skin blush out of the corner of his eye.
“He really cares about you,” she said, tugging at her own bracelet. It was lime green, popping against her various shades of black. “I mean, he cried when he came back to McKinley, he missed you so much.” Blaine grinned at that and filed it in his mind for things to tease Kurt about when they were older.
“He told me that you saved his life,” she continued.
Blaine gasped quietly to himself at that. He never knew Kurt was hurting so bad. To say that he saved his life meant a lot. It meant everything, actually.
“So if you ever hurt him, I’ll kill you.” Tina made a slicing motion at her neck, deathly serious. “Or burn your bowties, whichever hurts more.” She laughed at her own threat, and Blaine couldn’t help but laugh too.
Once she sobered up, Tina messed with the radio until ‘Love on Top’ by Beyoncé blared from the car’s speakers. They glanced at each other, eyes gleaming with an unspoken challenge of who could do the most modulations.
By the time the car pulled up to Rachel’s house, they had talked their way through all of the released Marvel movies. Tina ranted about how Thor was hot, dyed eyebrows and all. They exchanged numbers and made plans to watch Captain America on opening night.
They were just under an hour late, the sun replaced by the moon and stars. A few porch lights were still on, and cars pulled into driveways after long days at work. Still, Blaine could hear a pounding base coming from the backyard. He opened the back gate for Tina and stepped onto cool concrete.
“There you guys are! We were getting worried!” Rachel cried, wrapping Tina and then Blaine into a hug. Quinn followed behind and took the dessert from his hands. Rachel shouted to the rest of the group, “Tina and Blaine are here!” Everyone waved and cheered, Puck clapping him on the back as he walked by.
“It’s okay, we had a lot of fun.” Tina smiled and wrapped an arm around Blaine’s neck. And yeah, he realized, they really did. Between singing along to the Top 40 radio station and talking about the ridiculous things both of their boyfriends have done, he hadn’t even noticed that his anxiety about the night had left him somewhere along the highway. He had made a friend without having to put on some sort of mask.
Someone cleared their throat behind them. “Could I have my boyfriend now?” Kurt said from behind them, feigning annoyance. Tina poked his ribs before sliding off and crouching above Mike, who swam over to her.
Blaine felt the blood rush to his face at the sight of his boyfriend with no shirt on. His pale skin was wet and his blue shorts clung to his legs. Yeah, they’ve made out quite a few times, but they never went past second base. He never knew Kurt’s arms did that when he moved.
“Hi. You look, I mean…” When words failed, Blaine opted for kissing him quickly on the cheek. Kurt rolled his eyes fondly and took his hand, leading them to a lawn chair.
“How’d it go?” He asked, whipping his dripping wet hair back off his forehead. He wrung his hands together as he waited for an answer.
“Awh, you’re nervous,” Blaine teased.
Kurt huffed but didn’t deny it, instead rolling his eyes for the second time that night. “Be quiet and answer me.”
“How am I supposed to be quiet and answer you?”
“Blaine.”
“It was fine, Tina’s great.” He threw his wrist into Kurt’s view. “She made me this.” Even though they had only officially met an hour ago, Blaine felt the need to brag about her handiwork.
“Yeah well, Tina’s tenacious about these things,” Kurt muttered, fixing the collar on Blaine’s shirt. His own bracelet dangled off his left wrist. Without looking too hard, Blaine spotted what looked like a tiny slice of cheesecake as a charm. Tina would have to teach him how to make those.
“I heard she had some help,” Blaine whispered, setting his hands around Kurt’s waist to pull him closer.
“Oh yeah?” Kurt smirked. His eyes darted up to his boyfriend’s eyes then back to his lips in a sort of triangle. They both leaned in and began to close their eyes, until they felt water hit their thighs.
Santana splashed them again with water from her pool float. “Ewww, get a room, Leprechaun Gays!” They flipped her off in sync. She cackled and pushed her sunglasses off her face. Blaine was starting to understand the faces Kurt made whenever she was mentioned.
Kurt chuckled behind his hand. “Okay, let’s go get some food before it’s all gone, you know how Finn eats. Mercedes’ dad made burgers.”
Blaine shook his head and layed on the chair. “Can we just stay here for a bit?” He made grabby hands at Kurt, even if it was totally embarrassing.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, but still nuzzling into his chest. Height difference be damned. “Did Tina say something to you?”
Blaine kissed the top of Kurt’s head. “Nah. I just really love you is all.”
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Fic: Too Sacred to Share
Tan Hands and Tan Lines Sophisticated Word Challenge 2021: tenacious
Words: ~1150
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Chandler is awfully nosy. (Kurt's important after-church in-the-park conversation with Chandler continues.)
I’m back with more vignettes from my Mormon!Klaine universe for a belated celebration of The Tan Hands and Tan Lines Summer Event 2021. This vignette takes place directly after Seek After These Things (and during Companions, which is from Blaine’s POV).
My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost.
Notes: More thinky Kurt. If you have any questions or typo corrections, feel free to use my ask box!
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Chandler reached out as if to touch Kurt’s hand, then drew it back. “I guess that’s what I wanted to know.” He looked over at the swings again, watching Elder Anderson as he asked the next question. “And people in your church are good to you? I mean, it seems like they are kind in general. But do they … do they accept you as you are? Or do you have to keep it a secret?”
The answer to that was more complicated than Kurt wanted to discuss. “Elder Anderson knows. He's fine with it. More than fine with it, really.”
“More than fine?” Chandler lowered his head and peeked out at Kurt over the top of his glasses like a teacher who was not satisfied with the answer. “And still you say he's not gay?”
Kurt resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It would be inappropriate to do that to an investigator, even when discussing things other than spiritual matters. “I don't mean he's interested in me. I just mean he's the kind of person who accepts people exactly as they are. Like Jesus.”
“Hmmm.” Chandler kept his gaze on Elder Anderson and opened his mouth like he was going to say something else, but then he didn't.
Kurt let seconds pass, and then what felt like a minute. “What?”
“Oh, I'm just thinking.” Chandler turned it back to Kurt. “So your Jesus accepts people exactly as they are? And your God does too?”
“Of course.”
“But they don't accept the fact that you're gay?”
“Doch!” Kurt said emphatically. It was a flexible little German word with no exact translation into English, but in this case meant something along the lines of, “No, of course they do!”
“So Jesus and God are OK with you being gay, but your church isn't?”
Kurt had the horrible feeling that Chandler had hit the nail right on the head. But as soon as the feeling arose, Kurt submerged it. Chandler was an investigator. He couldn't see the whole picture. “The church is fine with me being gay. I just can't act on it.”
“So when you say that Jesus and God are okay with you being gay, is that what you mean? That they let you have the feelings, but you can’t express them?”
Kurt felt like he was dealing with a tenacious little Chihuahua who'd gotten hold of his trouser cuff and wouldn't let go. It was so frustrating. Kurt had spent his whole life trying to understand this question, and he had the advantage over Chandler of having the gift of the Holy Ghost. Yet Chandler expected the answers to be handed to him in seconds? The gospel was simple, but explaining it wasn't. “That’s … No. That's not what I said. What I said was …”
Kurt sniffed. Oh no. No no no. This was not the time to get teary-eyed. Not in front of an investigator. Not in front of an investigator who could interpret his tears of frustration at their line of questioning as a sign that there was something wrong with the church, that the church was frustrating and making Kurt cry.
Up to this point, Kurt had only ever seen Chandler look cheerful and curious. But now, he learned that Chandler could make other expressions, too. “I’m sorry,” Chandler said, his mouth turned down and his forehead scrunched up with worry. He whipped his handkerchief out of his pocket again and held it out to Kurt. “I didn't mean to …”
“No, it’s fine.” Kurt accepted the handkerchief and patted his face, carefully avoiding the corner that had previously been used to wipe away Chandler's spittle. “I'm just— It’s just an intense conversation. I get weepy sometimes when things are intense. I don’t know why. I wish I could blame my period, but …”
Chandler smiled. “Maybe it's just how God made you.”
“I suppose it is.”
“Anyway, we can change the subject to something lighter. I don't think I've made a pun during our entire conversation.”
“No, it’s alright. I want you to understand.” I want to understand, Kurt thought, but was smart enough not to say.
If only Kurt could give Chandler the same experience he'd had back in high school after coming out to his dad and his bishop. He had been in a dark space for so long, alienated from his Creator and the life he’d been gifted with. But those talks had been like candles in the darkness, lighting his path back toward God. When Kurt prayed that night, the still small voice that dwelled within him spoke with a clarity he hadn’t experienced in years. It told him that he was fearfully and wonderfully made, that he wasn’t a mistake, that his Heavenly Parents had intended him to be as he was, just like all the other marvelous works they had created.
God’s love became tangible to Kurt in that moment. He knew he would never be forsaken. This was God's personal revelation for him, something that didn’t contradict what the church taught but expanded upon it, added depth and clarity where none had been before.
After that night, whenever Kurt read or heard something from a church leader that seemed to contradict that message, he reevaluated their words in light of his experience. If an apostle opined the threat of same-sex marriage, it didn’t mean that Kurt’s attractions were flawed or sinful. It just meant that marriage between men didn’t fulfill God’s design for happiness. If a leader described homosexuality as sinful, Kurt understood that he was being clumsy in his words and meant only that acting our sexually was wrong, not having feelings or falling in love.
But Kurt couldn't say any of this to Chandler. Personal revelations were just that: personal. They were too sacred and private to be shared with others.
Maybe he could be vague. “It’s not like that. I know in my heart that God loves me exactly how I am. And he doesn't forbid me to express anything. It’s just that … now, for this time and for my life, not all manners of expression are appropriate. I can have feelings. I could even fall in love. I just can’t be physical.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
“Inappropriate.”
“I’m not trying to be. It’s just—”
“Hello gentlemen!” Chandler was interrupted by a pleasant, Japanese-accented voice of calling from across the lawn.
Kurt looked up to see Chiko walking toward them. Oh no. Would she see he’d been crying? Had she seen him crying? But it was spring. He could easily imply that it was allergies. And also … he really didn’t want to answer Chandler’s last question.
So maybe this was for the best.
Kurt plastered on a smile. “Sister Higashi, please join us!” He thrust the handkerchief back into Chandler’s hands.
#thatl#spaceorphan's sophisticated challenge: tenacious#mormon!klaine#wowbright writes fic#klaine fic#my thatl#omg not giving chandler's thoughts at the break just about killed me#maybe i'll have to do a chandler pov one-shot when this is all done#But it something along the lines of#um kurt#he does not accept everyone exactly as they are because that's not how he treated me at first#I think you might be a special case elder hummel#This is just more evidence for my hypothesis#The hypothesis you keep telling me is wrong
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Better Knot Bow Tie Company Chapter 4
[Todays words: Tenacious and Triceps]
Blaine Anderson has been a Better Knot Bow Tie Company monthly subscriber for years. This summer he's taken a hiatus from Broadway to facilitate the Journey Performing Arts School's summer program in New York. What happens when a zany bow tie sets off a chain reaction of events that may change their futures forever?
You can read it on AO3 [here].
#spaceorphan's sophisticated challenge: Tenacious#tan hands and tan lines#snarkyhag's smut challenge: triceps#still not using those in a smutty way yet these boys need to meet#gleefulpoppet writes#better knot bow tie company#klaine fanfiction#klaine fanfic#klaine fic
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Fic A Day - July 2021 Edition - Day 4 - Tenacious/Triceps
Author: darriness
Word Count: 561
Summary: A new life
Author's Note: I selfishly love this one :) For the Tan Hands and Tan Lines Track A Event
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“Hey.” Kurt whispers from the doorway of their newborn son’s nursery.
Blaine, who is currently leaning against the rail of the crib, jolts slightly even though Kurt’s whisper had been in an attempt to not startle him. Blaine looks over his shoulder with a slightly sheepish grin.
Kurt walks more into the room, “What are you doing?” He whispers this time in an effort to not wake the sleeping baby in the crib.
Blaine shrugs, still leaning his elbows and forearms on the side of the crib, “Just...watching him.”
Kurt smiles and moves next to Blaine, leaning to rest his chin on one of Blaine’s shoulders and an outstretched hand on the crib’s rail. They’re quiet for a moment, both watching the inhale and exhale of the tiny new life that has been put into their care.
“It’s kind of amazing, isn’t it?” Kurt whispers.
“You made that.” Blaine whispers back.
Kurt won’t lie and say it isn’t amazing to see his nose and his eyes on the sleeping form below. He loves Lizzy more than life itself, and adores how much like Blaine she looks, but the fact that Matty actually looks like him? It sort of blows his mind.
“What do you think he’ll be like?” Kurt whispers instead of commenting on Blaine’s words.
Blaine tilts his head to the side, probably in thought, but it causes his head to lean against Kurt’s. They’re quiet for another moment.
“I think he’ll be just like his Papa.” Blaine finally whispers, “Brave, kind, sassy, tenacious, slightly obstinate,” Kurt can hear the smirk in his husband’s voice at that one and Kurt lightly smacks his shoulder in retribution. Blaine lets out of a puff of a laugh before continuing, “And I think he’ll be strong. Both in mind and body.”
Kurt pouts his lips, slightly, in thought, “He might have to wait a little while for the body strength. Mine took a while.”
Blaine shifts from under him and moves to stand behind him instead. Kurt watches him move with curiosity before Blaine runs his hands slowly over Kurt’s shoulder, down his triceps, along his forearms, and then he grabs both hands, bringing Kurt’s hand up toward his chest while Blaine hugs him from behind.
“So strong.” Blaine whispers, kissing Kurt’s shoulder blade.
Kurt gives a soft smile as he looks down to see Matty snuffle slightly in his sleep before settling. His heart pounds with so much love. Not only for the little boy in the crib, but for the family he and Blaine have created.
“I don’t know.” He says finally and Blaine hums in question behind him, “We already have one that’s like me.” He says and he can feel Blaine’s nod behind him, “I think Matty is going to be just like his Daddy. Sweet, hardworking, a ball of energy, endlessly compassionate, a little oblivious,” It’s Blaine’s turn to retaliate by softly biting Kurt’s shoulder through his shirt. Kurt’s huff out a laugh of his own, “and the best man I know.”
He feels another kiss to his shoulder blade and then the pair is quiet while they watch Matty sleep. In a little bit, Kurt will head to his parents house to pick up Lizzy, but for now the pair is content to watch this new life slumber - a whole world of possibilities ahead of him.
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The Smut Challenge (19)
July 4th (Day 19)
“Mmmmm, you feel good this morning,” Blaine says.
They’re in Blaine’s old bed, Kurt’s on top of Blaine, grinding their hips together as they make out.
“Well, I thought we should start the morning with some fireworks,” Kurt grins as he continues to kiss Blaine.
“You are so cheesy.”
They’re about to pick up speed when there’s a loud rapping on the door, and Cooper’s sing-song voice floats through the air. “Good morning --- Gooood Moooooorning!” The rapping intensifies. Thank god he doesn’t try the handle. “Blainey, get up! Mom’s making breakfast.”
The two of them freeze. Kurt looks at Blaine, panicked. “How much time do you think we have?”
Blaine rolls his hips up, wanting to continue. “It’s fine. I’m sure Cooper will try to help with breakfast and that’ll slow things down for a good fifteen more minutes.”
They don’t get fifteen, they barely get three. “Blaine, honey,” Pam calls through the door. “I need your help, I’m not sure I’m doing this egg soufflé thing right. Cooper said something about adding garlic and cumin, but that doesn’t sound right.”
“Oh, my god,” Kurt mutters in disbelief.
Blaine, however, seems to be traumatized. “Mom, give me a minute to wake up,” he calls out. “I’ll be down in a little bit.”
“Well, hurry down, honey, I think something might be burning.”
Kurt rolls off him. “This isn’t going to happen is it.”
Blaine gives him a moody look. “They’re raining on my firework show.”
“Well, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before,” Kurt says with a laugh.
“Blaine… If you don’t come out soon, I’m unleashing the Kraken and the Giant Squid on you,” Cooper threatens from the other side of the door. And then in a lower voice, “and by that I mean Emma and Abbey.”
“I said, just a minute,” Blaine calls out with more force.
There’s a loud banging on the door, followed by the deep, sharp voice of Blaine’s dad. “Blaine, quit fucking around and help your mother with breakfast.”
Kurt bites his lip, trying not to laugh. “My, your family’s tenacious.”
“At least I’m no longer hard.”
It’s a good thing, too, because then the door bursts open and two little girls bound in. “Uncle Blaine! Uncle Kurt! Time to get up!” They call out as they jump enthusiastically to the bed.
“Look what Daddy gave us!” Abbey says, her tiny little hand waving what looks like a couple of sticks. “We’ve got Sparklers! After breakfast he says we can light them up.” She begins to hit Blaine on the tricep as encouragement.
Emma is more astute. “Uncle Blaine, are you naked?”
She grabs at the blanket, but Blaine’s quick to make sure it stays firmly in place. “Yes.”
Both girls look at each other in horror. “EEEeewwwwww.”
Laughing, Kurt chimes in. “Why don’t you lovely ladies let Uncle Blaine and I get dressed, and then we’ll all help your grandma with breakfast, okay?”
“Okay, Uncle Kurt,” they say, deflated, as they are ushered off the bed.
“Daddy, Uncle Blaine is up and he’s naked!” Emma screams as she heads out the door.
“He’s also hairy!” Abbey adds, as if it’s an important fact.
Blaine lets out a groan as he buries his head in his hands.
“They are the worst,” Blaine says.
“You love them,” Kurt moves to give Blaine a kiss on the forehead. “We have a long day ahead of us. Why don’t you go help them, and I’ll go masturbate in the shower. We can save the fireworks show for when we’re back home.”
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THATL - Tenacious
“Honey?”
“Grmmm...”
“If it’s not working-”
“It’s working! I’ll make it work!”
But the exasperation in Blaine’s voice belies his words, and his shoulders slump when he takes in the mess of screws and planks and bolts that, put together in the correct order, should form a crib.
“Honey, I know you wanted to do it yourself. And I admire your tenacity, I really do.” Kurt carefully scoots a little closer, as if approaching a wild animal that may lash out at any time. “But maybe… Sam could help?”
Blaine sighs, allows Kurt to wrap an arm around him.
“Yeah…”
#I cheated a little#so sue me#tan hands and tan lines#spaceorphan's sophisticated challenge: tenacious#klaine#glee#kurt hummel#blaine anderson#drabble#lis writes
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(Peeks out from hiding...)
I am so sorry I missed the last two days. I’m currently helping my SIL and her husband build a house every other weekend and I was out in the sun all day the last two days so writing took a bit of a back seat.
Here are the next 2 chapters, though. I’m loving how this story is coming together and hope you enjoy it, too!
You can read Undulating/Ubiquitous and Tenacious/Tricep HERE on AO3 and HERE on FF.net.
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Spaceorphan’s Sophisticated Challenge: Tenacious (day 4)
Kurt and Blaine stood a few feet apart in line with each other. Blaine did a few final stretches. “Are you ready for this?” Kurt asked with a challenging tone. “I was born ready,” Blaine said dramatically. “One our marks, get set, go!” Kurt shouted. They both took off. Kurt used his long legs to start off sprinting while Blaine paced himself. It was a long route and Blaine knew that wasting all of his energy right away would do no good. Kurt was far ahead but Blaine only let himself speed up a little bit. Blaine’s body started getting tired. Even though he wasn’t in pain or anything, he had an overwhelming urge to walk. “No,” he said to himself. Walking was admitting defeat.
Blaine felt too hot and he regretted eating breakfast before he ran. He felt his food try to come back up. He rested one of his hands on his stomach and charged through. He was a tenacious person who would not let a little thing like pain stop him from winning. Blaine caught up to Kurt who didn’t look to be in a better condition than Blaine. Blaine pumped his arms. Pain is only temporary. Pain does not matter. Pain can go fuck itself. Blaine slowed down but he was not going to walk. He could do this.
His sides ached, his legs were tired and not working right, his lungs were burning, and all he wanted was to hug someone but he was not going to stop. Blaine tried picking up the pace again but his stomach was really fucked up. Kurt ran in front of him. Blaine wanted to cry. There was still a good mile left. He needed a distraction. I got my driver’s license last week. He focused on the song lyrics. Just like we always talked about. ‘Cause you were so excited for me to finally drive up to your house. He wanted to say them out loud yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Yeah today I drove through the suburbs, crying ‘cause you weren’t around. You’re probably with that blond girl- Blaine had to walk. Just for a little bit. He located a tree and decided he would start running again once he got to it.
Once he started walking, he never wanted to run again. He had a lazy feeling in his stomach that was pulling him down and telling him to walk longer. Blaine shook his head in defiance and once he got to the tree he started to jog again. His body was so tired. He had the urge to walk again so he tried to focus on the sound of Olivia Rodrigo’s voice in his head. He ran past a slowly walking Kurt. He internally chanted the lyrics of ‘Driver’s License’ with more force. The end was in sight. Go, finish off strong. You can do it, Blaine. He went as fast as he could and got to the end. He collapsed. He did it. He won.
A few minutes later Kurt also finished. “I can’t believe you beat me,” Kurt panted. “I knew I could,” Blaine slurred. He got up and embraced Kurt in a hug. He held tightly and buried his head in Kurt’s chest. “Blaine, I’m hot.” “I know you are,” Blaine’s muffled voice said. “No, I’m temperature hot. Let me go.” Blaine reluctantly released Kurt while holding on to his hand. “Let’s go drain our legs so they won’t hurt as badly.” “Okay,” Kurt agreed. They both laid down beside a tree and propped their legs up. “I actually won,” Blaine grinned widely as if it just hit him. “I know,” Kurt pouted. Blaine crawled over to Kurt and kissed him on the lips. “Sore loser,” he said under his breath. Kurt pulled Blaine on top of him so he was straddling Kurt. Blaine went back down for another kiss.
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Mendacious (4/31)
Notes: Ya girl got vaccinated! It was hell, but I did it! I hope the side-effect will be mild to non-existent, but if I don’t update then I’m probably lying down with a fever or something. We’ll see.
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TENACIOUS
Kurt replays the message in his head on his way to school. Blaine really wishes he had a true friend?
He enters the hall of McKinley High and Blaine is the first person he sees. He’s standing at a classroom door and he’s laughing. He’s surrounded by people and a jock even pats him on the back. Kurt feels his blood boil. This has got to be strike three.
First, he thinks he’s better than Dalton Academy.
Second, he think’s he’s a better gay than Kurt.
Third, he think he’s better than his friends.
And sure, most of the people Blaine hangs out with are absolute imbeciles, but they worship the ground that Blaine walks on. The only people who aren’t complete morons are the people who are also part of Glee.
Santana, Brittany, Quinn, Puck, Sam, Finn and Mike sometimes hang out with him too, but that’s because they’re part of the sport teams. They don’t actually care about Blaine. Although Santana once insisted on Blaine being a decent guy, but that’s Santana speaking.
Blaine says something and the people around him erupts in laughter. Blaine grins triumphally when one of his jokes lands. God, Kurt hates him.
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“God, what an asshole!”
Rachel rereads the message.
“Him? Lonely? Him? No friends? Gah!” Rachel lets out a bitter laugh. Then, she goes eerily quiet. She shakes her head before continuing: “He has no idea what it’s like to be at the bottom of the food chain. Let him be in Glee for one day and it’s over for him.”
“He clearly is too big-headed to see that he’s got everyone fawning over him,” Kurt mutters.
“There’s got to be something,” Rachel says. She snaps her fingers. “I know what to do.”
She pulls out her phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Eddie needs a friend,” Rachel says. She looks tenacious.
Kurt looks over her shoulder and he sees that she’s creating an account as well. For some reason, that makes Kurt feel uneasy.
“Actually…” he puts his hand on Rachel’s screen, “Leave it up to me, okay?”
Rachel pouts. “But I want to join in on the fun.”
“It might be weird if two strangers try to connect with him, so really, leave it up to me. I’ll keep you updated, okay?”
Rachel sighs and she pockets her phone. “Okay.”
--
Eddie Andrews: You don’t have any friends?
Blaine Anderson: I do, kind of.
But I just feel like they don’t actually care about me.
Do you go to McKinley?
Kurt looks up from his screen in panic. How is he going to answer that? Is Eddie a McKinley student? He and Rachel did come up with the story that Eddie is new to the area, but is Eddie already at school?
What if Blaine goes looking for Eddie? But then again, so far Kurt’s only followed McKinley people. There’s a flaw in the plan.
But suddenly, Kurt has a moment of clarity.
Eddie Andrews: Not yet, lol.
I’m about to transfer for next year,
so I decided to already
check out the school etc.
Hope that’s
not creepy or anything.
Blaine Anderson: Not at all.
It’s actually pretty smart.
I wish I had done that.
Jackpot! Kurt might get Blaine to talk about his transfer.
Eddie Andrews: You’re a transfer student?
Blaine Anderson: Yeah lmao.
Blaine Anderson: Maybe you can come find me next year.
Might give you a tour 😉
I’m hard to miss.
Oh, Kurt knows that. Blaine is everywhere and it looks like he likes to flaunt with that. God, this guy is terrible.
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