Alarm (A 4x18 Spoiler Reaction Fic)
Based off of spoilers we got awhile ago for episode 4x18: Shooting Star. So yes, this has spoiler speculation, even though it’s really just how I think the characters will react to the situation.
Kurt hums as he puts his toothbrush back in the little cup by the sink, quickly fishing his phone out of his pocket when he feels it vibrating.
He’s having a good day. A great one, actually. It isn’t raining, for once, and Rachel and Santana are both out of the loft for a few hours, which means he is alone and its quiet and it’s just a good day.
Kurt grins when he sees his dad’s face lit up on the screen, and he quickly presses the green button before the call ends.
“Dad, hi,” Kurt says, grin still plastered on his face as he bounces on his toes a little. There’s silence on the other end of the line for a few moments, causing Kurt to pause and look at the wall in confusion. “Um, are you there?”
“Yeah, yeah, bud, I’m here.” His voice sounds tired and strained, like it does when he’s had a long day, or when he’s worried about his health, or when he’s worrying about Kurt, and just like that, Kurt’s good mood vanishes.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice slipping a few octaves, because he can feel that something is wrong.
“You – you should turn on the news, bud.”
“Well, well, well, who do we have here?”
Blaine watches the silhouetted curve of the intruder’s broad shoulders hunch, stiffen, and the small silver shaft of moonlight illuminates the stretch and shine of tight black latex as the intruder lowers the leg lifted onto the windowsill and turns around, revealing pale skin and carefully-carved features; a lithe body and strong, muscled thighs all encased in slickly-shining skintight black tucked into knee-high black boots.
“Good evening, Mr. Anderson,” Kurt Hummel says lightly. In his fist is clutched a black velvet satchel, and in it, Blaine knows, are several of his most precious valuables. “Wasn’t expecting to see you already.”
Doing Something Right Prompt: Kurt and Blaine listen to their baby’s heartbeat for the first time.
Previous parts of the ‘verse can be found here, although each can be read as a standalone.
Kurt hums to himself as he glances at his phone, grinning when he sees Marley’s name on the screen. He catches Blaine’s eye from his spot by the kitchen counter and waves him over to the couch before answering the phone and putting it on speaker.
“Hey, Marley,” Kurt says as he sets his phone on the coffee table.
“Hi, Kurt,” she says through the line. “Is Blaine there?”
“Yeah, you’re on speaker,” Blaine says, grinning as he plops down next to Kurt.
“Great!” She says. “I just wanted to tell you guys that I scheduled the first sonogram for Wednesday.”
Kurt and Blaine both freeze at her words, turning to look at each other with wide eyes. Blaine’s face slowly breaks out into a mile wide grin, and he reaches over and grasps Kurt’s hand tightly in his own.
“Can we –” Blaine starts, breaking off to clear his throat. “Can we come?”
Marley scoffs at the other end of the line. “It’s your baby,” she says, letting out an amused laugh. “Of course you guys can come.”
So I was watching Perks of Being a Wallflower, and as soon as Mr. Anderson came on the screen I had a thought of “what if Mr. Anderson was actually Blaine, and he always went home and talked about Charlie to Kurt.”
~4,000 words, PG-13ish
Blaine Anderson sighs as he writes his name on the chalkboard, his advanced English class filing in around him, chatting and high off of the excitement of their summer. Once the bell rings and everyone finds a seat, Blaine turns around and smiles at the class, passing a stack of books to the person in the front desk and gesturing for him to pass them around the room.
“Welcome, class,” Blaine grins, trying to make eye contact with all of the students. He rattles off his introductory speech before going on to explain their assignment.
“Now, can any of you tell me what author created the paperback book?” Blaine raises his eyebrows as he walks around the classroom, gesturing to a girl when she raises her hand.
fic: fumbling mutely
summary: blaine and kurt were living blissfully in new york together before the infection spread. now separated, the two must find a way back to each other. (currently pg-13-ish)
pairings/friendships: klaine, kurtana, blam, etc.
note: a few months ago, I started writing a zombie apocalypse AU after starting the walking dead! it’s not exactly finished yet; this is a mere preview. hope you like it!
There are two roads that Kurt can take, and he’s not particularly sure which one he should drive through. They look about the same, rectangular and curving at the same spot down the middle, which is approximately five miles away. He parks his car on the side of the road and steps out, Glock 17 in hand, taking care to look around before he continues on. When he’s sure that there’s no one around—there hasn’t been anyone around for miles—a blessing and a curse—he walks towards the fork in the road and puts his hands on his hips staring at the two signs: they were both population signs for two cities—and the names were conveniently blasted off.
Today in English Class:
- *Talking about The Great Gatsby*
- Teacher: So, at this point, would any of you feel bad for Tom in this situation?
- *People begin discussing their opinions*
- Stupid Kid in the corner: I don't feel bad at all considering he's a fictional character.
- Me: *Says nothing.*
- Me in my head: WHAT EVEN!!! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?! JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE FICTIONAL DOESN'T MEAN THEY DON'T HAVE FEELINGS!!! GO HOME, KID. YOU'RE DRUNK.
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ACTUALLY SHE GAVE IT TO NIALL AND HARRY’S WEARING IT OH GOD