fic: the shape of space (kurt/blaine)
fic: the shape of space
length: ~2800 words
a/n: thanks to soundingonlyatnightasyousleep for helping me out!
He says we’ll talk on Christmas without thinking. Because of course it’s what they need to do, it’s what Isabelle would tell him, it’s the next step. He can’t move on without Blaine in his life and he knows that now, because he’s already tried it and failed. So he’s going to be an adult instead. He’s going to talk to Blaine the next time that he can, and together, they’re going to figure out what to do next.
He says this without thinking, and it’s not until he’s lying in bed at night and trying to plan out the conversation that he realizes. He can’t talk about it with Blaine anymore. There is no safety left in Blaine’s simply being himself, and he doesn’t know what Blaine will say.
Ficlet: Untitled Glee/Community crossover thing
“Hello, I’m Kurt Hummel, and I’m Abed Nadir’s ‘Little Brother.’ He said that I should wait for him here,” he announced as he walked into the room and sat. Blaine slipped in after him.
Pierce stared and looked around the table. “I can’t be the only one that sees this, right,” he laughed, “HE’S WHITE!”
Fic: A Tourist In A Waking World
Summary: She didn’t say I understand. She didn’t say it’s hard to be different. She didn’t say this world doesn’t like people like us so we need to create our own.
Missing scene from Dance With Somebody, where Kurt goes to Emma to ask for couples therapy
Word Count: ~1600
Author’s Notes: Sorry guys, totally blocked on ABC (You and Me), so here! Have this instead. Kurt, Emma, and scripts
Title comes from Florence + The Machine’s song “Blinding”
EDIT: I ALMOST FORGOT. Thank you so much to batkonehat, who helped me a lot with the therapy parts of this fic <3 <3
Brody running Midnight Madness; he’s a junior. I wonder what kind of status he has a NYADA.
when not singing, Kurt sits on the floor, and Rachel sits in a chair. probably because she’s wearing a dress.
I love watching the faces of the other NYADA-ites listening to Rachel and Kurt. regardless of their character, they got into that school because they are dedicated to art. they’re there to listen, to participate, to learn.
I just want all the NYADA plotlines. I’m really interested in the world-building at that school. speaking of which, someone write fic about other Midnight Madnesses, participants or observants. who went after Kurt and Rachel? what MMs have Adam and Brody seen or participated in previously? maybe Adam’s status is low partly because he lost an MM?
Kurt wins in a place where they use the ASL sign for applause.
song lyric distribution and observation
‘Tis the season and all. Blame the fact that I’ve been listing to the first Glee Christmas CD on my way to work every morning.
I think it’s interesting on this song (“The Most Wonderful Day of the Year”) that the three spoken lines about being “broken toys” go to the three kids in Glee club who are the most “broken”/disabled (Kurt Hummel Is Not A Cat, ect.)
Brittany: How’d you like to be a spotted elephant?
Artie: Or a choo-choo with square wheels on your caboose?
Kurt: Or a water pistol that shoots…jelly?
Everyone: We’re all misfits! (song continues)
Somebody smarter than me could probably expand on this thought, but I thought I’d point it out if nothing else.
I'll go with the obvious: Blaine!
1. (This one originated with a couple of fics I’ve read where this was a thing) Blaine does origami as a form of relaxation/something to do with his hands when he’s upset or stressed, because otherwise he doesn’t know where to put them and and he feels itchy and fidgets a lot (and Andersons do not fidget, he’s told repeatedly). It started out as that, anyway, but he just loves doing it now. He’s got a pretty wide repertoire, really, and sometimes he makes them for people and hides them in their stuff. Kurt teaches Blaine some ASL in return for Blaine teaching him how to make cranes and sparrows (and cats because they both find it hilarious).
2. Mr Anderson is a military man. (I don’t know enough about the army to say what he is exactly, but I think it’s mostly he has the background and the training and such). As a result Blaine grew up with various versions of “don’t say sorry, just fix it” every time he made a mistake (which was often), and every time he apologised profusely for it (again, often). This is the reason why Blaine (despite what his personality might suggest), does not apologise when he screws up, just tries frantically to fix it before anything else happens.
3. Whenever Kurt and Blaine go shopping, they always end up pausing in the women’s sections. Kurt because he likes the textures and waxing lyrical on the design and craftsmanship, and Blaine because… well, he can’t say, but he appreciates that Kurt stops, so he can just quietly look and imagine…
(Yeah so my Blaine feels are a thing…)
In a crowning moment of maturity and professionalism, I am channeling my rage over this fucking fearmongering into a higher wordcount for KHINAC.
Because sometimes, your kid gets to be autistic and a fashion designer.
Weddings mean things.
A wedding is the greatest gift a couple can give each other; their perfect plan.
You say “I do,” and you are married, and this means that you love each other, that you are a family, and that what you share is real and can’t be undone.
A wedding is when you define someone else—you are my husband, I am your wife—and when you let them define you. A wedding is a naming, and now you are named. A wedding is a claiming, and now you are claimed. You have, and you hold.
And this means you love each other.
A wedding is a plan that worked, a promise realized.
A wedding means you are real.
can someone who knows more about this tell me some technical facts about wheelchairs? Like, I’ve got Tony Stark and Artie discussing optimal ramp degrees and wondering if there’s anything else
(I’ve also got Brittany advising Hulk to stay away from Kurt, because “CATS MAKE HULK SNEEZE” and asking him if he’s green because he’s jealous or because he really really likes to garden. What the hell am I even writing)
Conversations of a serious nature with my eldest child are always entertaining in the fact that we are both fake-eye-contacting, and only realise it when a third party comments about “how are you talking to each other, you’re looking at her forehead and she’s looking at your nose.”
It kinda makes me remember one of the reasons I love the character Kurt Hummel, he seems to do the same thing. A lot.