glee fic au

I’ll Stand By You

Originally posted by that-0ne-nerd-blog

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Summary: Sebastian staying by (Y/N)’s side no matter what happens.

Word count: 1.115

A/N: I love Sebastian so much, but I am not so happy of how this turned out. I don’t know, but I feel that he’s a little bit out of character. I’m asking for forgiveness in advance, guys. I will write something better soon, I promise. Thank you.

- G. x

You entered your favourite coffee shop, Lima Bean, making the little bell attached on the transparent glass door ring. You walked inside with your eyes glued on the ground, trying to prevent people to see your puffy and red eyes.

You had a shitty morning at school and you have always been a sensitive person. You can’t handle harsh comments that come out from people’s dirty mouth, even though you have always wanted to stop giving a damn on people’s thoughts, but you just can’t.

You were expecting on not stirring up any trouble anymore, but you knew that you were too clumsy when you bumped on someone, luckily, he hasn’t gotten a paper coffee cup in his hands yet or else everything would’ve gotten worse.

“Damn it! Watch where you’re going next time.” The boy in front of you exclaimed annoyed. The voice was so familiar and you quickly looked at him, revealing him your haggard face. “Shit, I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

As you see the tall boy’s beautiful face, your appearance enlightened a little bit and you felt relieved somehow. He was standing straight in front of you, wearing a regretful face. He must be really sorry for how he treated you just awhile ago, but what can you do? Being snarky and being sassy are some of his negative traits, but you accept him just like that.

“Sebastian.” You quickly wrapped your weak arms around his slim waist, not caring if you rumple his perfectly flat-ironed school blazer, and waited for him to reciprocate your hug. He hugged you tight and played carefully with your hair.

“What happened?” He asked you in a worried tone as you broke the hug and he led you to an empty table. You looked at him, thinking if you should tell him what has happened. “(Y/N)?”

You breathe out heavily as tears started to stream down your face once again, remembering the pain and the disappointment that your friends in glee club has given you this morning.

“Why you look so sad, (Y/N)?” He nibbled his red lower lip and caressed your forearm gently. “Tears are in your eyes.” He came closer to you and he wiped your tears away your red soft cheeks using both of his thumb.

“Bas,” You fidgeted your hands as you called his name. He noticed the nervousness in you and he paid attention on what you have to tell him. “New Directions found out that we are in a relationship.”

“What?” He was gobsmacked for the words that have just slipped out of your mouth. “How?”

“I have no idea, Bas.” You shook your head several times. “I really don’t know how did they find out. All I know right now is that they are against the bond that we have together.”

“Shit, I knew that they wouldn’t approve it.” He murmured. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s not your fault.” You slightly gave him a weak smile.

“It is.” He contradicted you because he really thought that it was his fault. “They hate me for my behaviour, (Y/N). You can’t blame them.”

“Bas, they should mind their own business.” You slightly shouted and it caused the crowd to look at you, but you just didn’t care about it. “They can’t dictate me who to love or not.”

“You are right, love,” He nodded. “But you can’t blame them. You are their little baby and they are just being overprotective.”

“I am big enough to know what is right from wrong, Sebastian.” You angrily answered him. “They told bad things about you and they talked shit behind your back. They treat you with disrespect, Bas.”

“I deserved that.” You unleashed a long deep sigh because it doesn’t seem like Sebastian can get your point.

“As my close friends, I demand that they respect me, you, us.” You say as you dried your tears and endured the pain as the tears burnt your cheeks.

“Wait,” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Did they disrespect you too?”

“Some offensive words escaped from their mouths.” You raised your shoulders as a sign of not giving a damn about it.

“Okay,” Sebastian started. “They crossed the line with that.” He said and you can sense the anger in his voice.

“Bas, it is okay.” You reassured him, being calm once again.

“No, it is not.” He shook his head furiously. “We are talking to them.”

“But you hate the stench of public schools.” You slightly giggled, trying to change his mind but bearing with Sebastian was hard enough.

People can tell him everything what they want, but they will never win against him. If they insult him, he surely knows how to shut them off and they will never make him angry. But whenever people tells something offensive about you, his lovely and gorgeous girlfriend, he is able to start World War III just to protect you. No matter how much it would cost him.

“I don’t care, (Y/N)!” He arrogantly answered. “I force myself to treat you right and to treat you better than your ex-boyfriends did. Nobody, I repeat, nobody can hurt you just like that. I won’t let people treat you like that.”

“But it is okay, Bas. It really is.” You caressed his right cheek with your right thumb. “They just disappointed me so much and you know why?”

“Why?” He raised his left eyebrow. He was trying to calm himself, but anger was still heard in his voice.

“Because no one stood by my side.” You downheartedly responded.

“(Y/N),” He called your name, trying to get all of your attention. “You know that I have always said that I’ll stand by you no matter what, even if you’re wrong, and I won’t let anybody hurt you.” Sometimes it still amuses you that he’s a sweet and caring person when it comes to you, but you know that you would love him the same if he ever acted arrogant and annoying around you.

“I know, Bas.” You were fluttered for what he has just said even though he repeats it every time.

“I know that you know it.” He confidently smiled. “And I am still talking to them about these stuffs, just to be clear.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes and you chuckled.

“I love you, always remember that.”

“I love you too, Bas.” He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

“Everything for my princess.” He pulled away from the hug a little bit and pressed a gentle and soft kiss on your forehead.

Your lips have formed a wide smile as you thought how lucky you are to have Sebastian by your side.

My King, Your Lionheart

Art by overcaustically for the kblreversebang

Author: animeangelriku

Status: One-shot

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

Word count: 21,448

Rating: T

Summary: Blaine thinks that being the Royal Prince of Dalton is great and all, but it stops being so amazing when he starts having more and more responsibilities, and it becomes somewhat of a curse when he realizes he’s in love with his best friend, who happens to be a stable boy, and thus, ineligible as a candidate for Blaine to marry.

Comment: Kurt and Blaine’s friendship was so touching, especially the way how the ending was a parallel to how they used to be. The story is overall sweet and I really recommend it.

Story link: AO3

Fic: What You Need

Skank!Kurt/pocket!Blaine, inspired by this picture. ~1670 words, PG-13, fluff.

“Oh, goddammit,” Kurt said, staring down at the narrow yet surprisingly deep crack in the pavement below the bleachers. He had fumbled his lighter while pulling it out of his pants and dropped it, and from the looks of it, that lighter was going to be gone forever. “Great. Amazing. Just what I needed.”

He took a seat on the low concrete divider that helped support the metal seats, wondering what would be the fastest way to get his cigarette lit. Most of the Skanks were off in Columbus for what they were calling “Senior Ditch Day,” like they needed an excuse to ditch class, while the few that hadn’t gone were nowhere in sight. Kurt was mentally debating whether he should go buy a new lighter from the closest 7/11 or try to hunt down Quinn when a bright flash and a loud crack startled him from his thoughts.

“What the-”

“You need help?” A warm voice asked. Kurt whipped his head around trying to determine where it was coming from. “Down here!”

Kurt nearly fell off the wall and cracked his head open.

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Hi everyone!  After about four months of writing and editing, I am finally posting my first multi-chapter Klaine story.  It’s all written and edited, so assuming I have consistent internet access, I’ll be posting a chapter every day until it’s complete.

Huge thanks to coming-up-rosie for her amazing help as my beta, as well as todaydreambelievers for connecting us!  

When Blaine discovers that there is a Broadway convention on a cruise ship that leaves Miami in three weeks, he knows that his law firm won’t approve of him going. He knows it’s incredibly short notice; that it’s a bad idea. Everyone tells him the smart thing to do would be to wait for the same cruise the following year. And yet, something inside him makes him feel like that ship, leaving in just three weeks, is where he needs to be.

When You Fall

Summary: Same support group AU Klaine (prompt by anon), PG, 5k+ words. Kurt and Blaine meet at Elliott’s LGBTQ+ support group. Maybe Kurt is exactly the person Blaine needed to talk to about his past. And maybe Blaine can help Kurt get over his trust issues in return.

Warnings: Characters talk about bullying, violence, non-supportive parents and death of parents (mostly canon occurrences).

Notes: It’s so cheesy that you might smell like cheese afterwards. I am so sorry (a little… or maybe not at all). I apologize for clearly having no clue what support groups actually do most of the time. I included first-hand experience from theatre and yoga classes to make it more realistic. ;) Also, if anyone wants to talk more character meta, please, hit me up with an ask, I LOVE talking meta.

FF | AO3

When Elliott had told Kurt he was going to start a support group for LGBTQ+ students at NYADA, Kurt hadn’t been sure if many people would be interested in joining. But to his surprise, at their first meeting, eleven people showed up – not even counting Kurt, Dani and Santana. And the group kept growing. Rachel had promised to come to support them but she could only manage to do so a few times because her Broadway schedule kept her too busy.

Well, okay, Santana was only there because Dani nicely asked her to. And then bribed her with sex, Kurt supposed, because asking Santana nicely never had gotten him anywhere. Then again, he wasn’t Santana’s girlfriend.

It was easy to see that Elliott’s yoga retreat had provided him with some inspiration. The support group wasn’t just a safe place for discussion and exchange. He included breathing and trust exercises, some methods that Kurt had definitely seen teachers use in his acting classes before, and even music. Kurt jokingly told Elliott he should start teaching in kindergarten but Elliott knew just as much as Kurt that NYADA had been needing a support group.

People had issues to talk about. It was nice to see that they weren’t alone with their problems. Kurt certainly felt like he was starting to get more comfortable in his skin. Some of their group members even started dating.

After a while, Kurt somehow became the co-leader of the group. He took over when Elliott couldn’t make it or when the group needed two instructors.

The group had been in session for a whole semester and they did a lot of advertising for their first meeting of the new term. The turn-out was great: fifteen newbies. Kurt got them started with a quick overview of what they were going to do in their first session.

As usual, they started with some breathing exercises and moved onto the discussion round. After introductions, a few of the old members shared their stories for the new ones.

“Okay, do any of the new members want to share anything with us?” Elliott asked.

Some did. One girl, Alicia, told everyone how she came out as trans to her parents. Patrick shared the story of his disastrous first date. And then Blaine raised his hand.

He had caught Kurt’s eye earlier during introductions. He was a freshman at NYADA, majoring in vocal performance and theatre, just like Kurt. He made Kurt smile when he said that he loved musical theatre but had a burning passion for pop music and felt like most new artists were really underrated. There weren’t many people who would dare to say something like that at a school like NYADA.

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Fic Is It Weird Verse Masterpost

PG-13 | Humor | Romance | Epistolary | College AU | Parenthood fic

Status of verse: Complete

Part 1: Is It Weird

Blaine sends his Topics in Contemporary Music mid-term essay to the wrong e-mail address, writing an extra m where it was supposed to read Humel. Kurt, spending a semester abroad in Paris, is having his own challenging night of essay writing and procrastination, and ventures beyond letting Blaine know he got the wrong person, sparking what will soon be described as a “weird pen-palish thing we got going on” that takes them both by surprise and leaves them hopeful and giddy.

Part 2: Kurt Hummel and the Year With All The E-mails

Twelve e-mails and twelve glimpses into Kurt and Blaine’s first year together. Adventures of a giddy fresh romance, the wonder-apartment, the occasional fight, and some Burt Hummel™ wisdom.

Part 3: Of Home and Family

The first few birthdays of Alice Cohen-Chang as seen through Blaine’s Anderson’s eyes and the life-changing decisions they propel him to.

Part 4: The Wedding Blog

“Whenever you’re feeling a little blue, a little tired, know that you’re not alone, but most of all, that one day you’ll have it better. And while you don’t, in the midst of any other help you might need and find, you have the chronicles of a wedding between two very silly, very in love men to keep you entertained, distracted and, hopefully, and little hopeful too.”

Part 5: Please Notice

“It makes Blaine pause for a second. He opens his mouth a couple of times before he manages to say, seeming entirely breathless by the concept, “We’re really very adult now, aren’t we?”
Kurt thinks about it for a moment. “It’s a little bit scary, isn’t it?”
Blaine shrugs, drops his voice to a whisper and settles a warm, steady hand on Kurt’s waist. “Maybe it’ll be fun.”

Part 6: The Interview We Never Expected

‘I am aware that this is the type of conversation most reporters have wanted and tried to have with Hummel. I had come prepared to, like most of them, receive thinly veiled resistance to talk about his bigger than life father, the epitome of triple threat: actor, singer, musician Blaine Anderson. Naturally, I push my luck. “Was he right to worry? Did you feel like it shaped your childhood? Your life?”
I can see him deciding on his course of action. “Of course. There’s nothing that shapes you more than your family. And my family was special in a lot of ways. That’s just the most obvious one.”’

Fic: Stay With Me

Fairy!Klaine. Based off this art by @magicalplaylist.

Kurt has never experienced snow. This leads him to do something very stupid. ~3000 words (which was a mistake tbh), G, fluff and h/c and more fluff.

Blaine spread his arms and inhaled deeply, enjoying a rare day of Fall warmth in Ohio.

He then almost got dive-bombed by a migrating goose.

“Whoa! Not today, buddy,” he said from the shelter of a nearby shrub. “It’s too nice out for that.”

Once the goose stopped rustling through the branches of the shrub and flew off to reunite with its herd, Blaine emerged, grateful the motion of the branches hadn’t caused him to get pricked by any of the leaves. He’d seen the Big People barely even flinch when they accidentally got jabbed by one of the bushes, but for someone his size, a wound from a pricker bush could do some serious damage.

Blaine started heading for the edge of the Dalton grounds, where the woods were a little less well-maintained than they were at the front of the stately building. There were usually mushrooms growing in the more wild area, and he and his band were in need of a little more food in their stores before the winter hit. They should be safe, but after Trent had heard one of the students say an early snowstorm might be on its way, the Warblers knew they couldn’t be too careful.

“I hope the geese didn’t eat every - oh, good!” he said, clapping his hands together a couple of times when he reached the mushroom patch and saw that there was still plenty of food to be had. He started picking the mushrooms that looked small enough to carry yet big enough to be worth eating when he heard movement from behind him and whirled around to see-

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Instinct - Chapter 6

It’s finally finished!  My first multi-chapter fic, and it’s all up online.  I hope you all enjoy it and if you have time, please let me know what you think!

Now that it’s all posted, I just wanted to say a huge thank you again to my amazing beta, Rosie – this would not have been possible without her.  


When Blaine discovers that there is a Broadway convention on a cruise ship that leaves Miami in three weeks, he knows that his law firm won’t approve of him going. He knows it’s incredibly short notice; that it’s a bad idea. Everyone tells him the smart thing to do would be to wait for the same cruise the following year. And yet, something inside him makes him feel like that ship, leaving in just three weeks, is where he needs to be.

Born for Her, Destined for You

Blaine had barely uttered his first cry when he was paired with the girl who would be his queen. He’s been raised to expect it his entire life, and when he takes the throne at eighteen the chemistry between them seems natural, something Blaine would be content with for the rest of his life. Until he meets the confident and beautiful Kurt, who turns everything he thought he wanted upside down. A tricky proposition brings them closer, but as feelings grow stronger they find that desires and morals conflict.

Rated M for sexual content. 


MY FIRST BABB !! i feel so lucky for have been paired with the amaZING writer that @style-of-blaine-anderson is!  it made my job so much easier and fun :’D!!! GO READ THE FIC NOWNOWNOW! I KNOW YOU’LL LOVE IT <3 

PS: wait for the sequel!!!

klaine fanfic aesthetics : sideways by crissc0lferlove

             “You’re going to graduate, get into some big college. You’re going to stay with Quinn. You’re going to marry her and you’re going to live in some big house in this stupid town and while you’re trying on the expensive suit in the changing rooms of some big, designer store, you’re going to be checking out the other guys who are trying on expensive suits, too. Or a few years down the line, you’ll go to your kid’s football game and you’ll catch one of the other dads, another coward, like yourself, you’ll catch him smiling at you and you’re going to end up a cheater, Blaine. And that’s a run down of how your life is going to be. So, yeah, cool. Go do that. I hope it works out for you.”

Fic: For Real

Prompt from @prompt-a-klainefic:  Kurt is a massive nerd, reading all the time, a bit clumsy. Still fashionable, though. Wearing glasses. Doesn’t have a lot of friends. He likes music, so he finally lets his dad talk him into joining glee to make some friends. Blaine’s the star of glee along with Rachel. Kurt kinda thought they were together. But then Blaine, popular, gorgeous, talented Blaine, starts very obviously courting him. Kurt believes it’s a joke at first, until Blaine can convince him he really likes him.

PG, ~2000 words

“Okay, kid. Here’s the deal.”

Kurt looked up from his battered copy of A Clash of Kings, absentmindedly pushing his glasses up his nose. “What?”

“You need to join a club. Any club. I get that you’re not into sports, but there are other things at McKinley, right? Maybe something with sewing, or music, or something?” Burt said, taking a seat across from Kurt at the dining room table.

“There’s a glee club, yeah,” Kurt said slowly, still unsure of what his father’s intent was.

“Great. A glee club. Join that, and I’ll get you tickets to that show you’ve been telling me about - Nasty? Evil?” Burt said.

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Finchel AU: Rachel tags along to her brother’s boxing practice but isn’t prepared to meet his trainer who doesn’t seem to like her at all…or does he?
[based on Love is a riddle written by the amazing IThinkIJustGleedMyself]

Instinct - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 is up! Still aiming to finishing posting by Saturday!

When Blaine discovers that there is a Broadway convention on a cruise ship that leaves Miami in three weeks, he knows that his law firm won’t approve of him going. He knows it’s incredibly short notice; that it’s a bad idea. Everyone tells him the smart thing to do would be to wait for the same cruise the following year. And yet, something inside him makes him feel like that ship, leaving in just three weeks, is where he needs to be.

Fic: A Song Without Words (R)

Artist: keepwaitingorstartwalking

Word Count: 8500

Summary: While taking a detour on his way home from work, Kurt comes across a music box in the window of an antiques shop and feels compelled to take a closer look.

I was very excited to write for such interesting and stunning art for this year’s reverse bang. keepwaitingorstartwalking did such a fabulous job! 

Thanks to Emily for beta reading! <3 

Can also be read on AO3. 

Art post is here.

Part One

It’s not quite raining, but the air is thick with moisture and Kurt feels damp all over. His face is clammy and his clothes beaded as though abandoned outside all night to be covered in dew. He’s chilled to the bone and wants nothing more than to curl up in his comfiest pyjamas with a hot drink and a magazine. He rushes past shops and people, jumping over a puddle left from the day before. There is a crowd formed on the corner exactly where he usually crosses the street, so he rolls his eyes and shoulders on past and down to the next crossing.

He has never noticed the bodega on the corner before, bright flowers in buckets outside soaking up the water in the air, and next to it, the dirt-streaked window of an antiques shop. The letters that form the word Antiques and the gold scrollwork around them are affixed to the window, but faded and peeling with age. It is a shop like dozens of others in this part of the city, and the last thing Kurt needs is another mismatched chair saved from some dusty corner, but still he slows and glances through the window on his way by.

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Fic: Finally Found The Boy

Based off my tags on this post#okay but combine all four: person a works at a coffeeshop #person b works at a flowershop #they start fake dating to cover for person a who’s lied to their parents about meeting their soulmate #but then they do whatever thing reveals soulmates while fake dating and start REAL DATING #THE END

Title from “I Can Hear The Bells.” PG, ~1700 words, mostly fluff. Thanks to skivvy for the soulmate identifying idea!

Kurt brightened when he saw Blaine approaching from across the street, clearly coming over for their mutual fifteen-minute breaks - Kurt’s from the flower shop, and Blaine’s from Starbucks. Blaine always brought over a couple of drinks for them to share, claiming his employee discount was too good not to use, even if he didn’t always have a reason to take advantage of Kurt’s discount in return.

When Blaine entered with his phone pressed against his ear and a frustrated look on his face, however, Kurt became concerned.

“Yeah, Mom, I kn - of course I’m happy for Coop - I actually met my soulmate, too, Mom!” Blaine said. He wasn’t being particularly loud, but his voice rang through the quiet flower shop all the same, taking on an echo in Kurt’s head.

Met my soulmate

Met my soulmate

Met my soulmate

Kurt’s heart sank into the sewers below. He’d known for a few weeks now that Blaine was his soulmate - ever since he heard Blaine laugh at one of his jokes, hearty and genuine. He was hoping that Blaine would hear his Sound in return soon, because he wasn’t sure if Blaine would believe him without proof, but apparently that hope was misplaced.

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Glee Klaine AU__   Klainelock Week (Day 3)

Kurt: Okay, you’ve got questions.

Blaine: Yeah. Where are we going?

Kurt: Crime scene. Next?

Blaine: Who are you? What do you do?

Kurt: What do you think?

Blaine: I’d say private detective…

Kurt: I’m a consulting detective. The only one in the world. I invented the job.

Blaine: What does that mean?

Kurt: It means whenever the police are out of their depth — which is always — they consult me.

Teenage Dream

Summary: The Dalton Academy Warblers were going down and Dan was sure of it, even if it meant he was going to take their lead man, Phil Lester, down himself.
Word Count: 1,136
Warnings: dan and phil hate each other like the whole time so 
A/N: Ellie is such a sweetheart and they said I could change their prompt. I’m not quite sure if they were expecting 1K+ words of a Glee AU but. Thank you so much to @danisnotahobbit for dealing with my nerdiness. Enjoy!

(Tues. 7.15PM) 
My glee club is going to kick your glee club’s ass.

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Coffee and Butterflies

Prompt: Write a story in which a broken coffee maker has a huge impact on the world around it. Kurt and Blaine meet in a situation without any caffeine.

Sometimes people don’t appreciate the smaller things in life.
You know, the colour of the sky, the frequency of the subway, the endless supply of coffee at Starbucks.

It doesn’t make us bad people. On the contrary, it just makes us human. We rush, we scurry and we take the consistencies of our life in our stride as we rush for said subway.

And it just so happened that today Kurt Hummel was mid rush hour stride.


Kurt Hummel was one for punctuality. Punctuality and preciseness. Which is why it was a pain in the ass that he woke up thirty minutes late and had to completely forgo his rigorous skin routine to even get a shot at getting to work on time.

The one thing that Kurt Hummel could never forgo was his coffee.


“Shit” He murmured as he promptly walked out of his apartment complex and straight into a puddle. The fates clearly didn’t like him today. Messy hair, a wet ankle and serious case of dry skin. Yup, he seriously needed his coffee. Pronto.


In a slight run-gallop that Rachel had told him to adopt as it made him look (and quote) “like a real New Yorker with a mission rather than a lost Lima native” – god, he really needed to call her. Kurt headed for the coffee shop on the next block.

If he could get in and out within seventy-five seconds, he could make the subway, and Isabelle wouldn’t clock that he was that late.

Oh shit.

As if there was a line coming out of the store. Just his fucking luck.

I cannot stress enough that Kurt Hummel needed his coffee. In a winter harsher than his old bullies at McKinley, his coffee was the one constant safety blanket against the world. 55 seconds, shit. Think, Kurt, Think.

Didn’t he go on a date once with that barista? What was his name, Karl? Kevin? Ken?

It was worth a shot. He needed caffeine if he was going to face the music because Kurt Hummel was definitely going to be late and he might as well have his coffee settle him.

Pushing, shoving and glaring his way through the crowd, Kurt managed to get to the cash registers.
“Kevin!” Kurt called out above the groans of the other customers. Kevin’s warm smile greeted him, “Hey Kurt!”

“I needed to be at work like ten minutes ago, is there any way you can help me out?”  Kurt pleaded in his most persuasive, flirtatious manner. At this point, he needed to get his coffee by any means necessary.

“Kurt, I dunno, man, we’re rammed.” Kevin replied looking genuinely saddened.
“Please Kevin!” Kurt pined, batting his ashes. Don’t judge, you would have done the same if you needed a Grande Non Fat Mocha.

Sighing, Kevin relented. Kurt Hummel was going to get his coffee.

Maybe he day was looking up. Maybe the fates felt bad for subjecting him to a full day of dry skin.

And then. A tut.

A click of someone’s tongue came from behind him. And a biting annoyed whisper of “Typical.”

Now hold up. Kurt turned on his heels, his venom ready.

“Excuse me?” Kurt looked at the person behind, slightly shorted, a helmet of gelled hair glued to his skull, handsome. Don’t think like that Kurt. Game face on.

The man looked up, his eyelashes fluttering up beautifully.

“What?” He innocently replied.

“I would have thought that you would have had manners to not tut in public and someone you don’t know. Do you have any idea how rude that was?”

“Well, to be fair, you did push in.”

Taken aback, Kurt looked at the guy, who the hell did this jerk think he was, “Alright buddy, just calm it. You didn’t have to be rude about it.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t have to flirt to get ahead of everyone else.”

“Excuse me”

“You heard me, you can’t play the slut card to get quicker coffee.”

All of a sudden, they were both taken aback as if they both knew what barrier had been crossed. Suddenly, Kurt’s tongue was stuck in his throat and the man looked as if he was summoning up the courage for a possibly apology when…

“Were sorry guys, the coffee machines gone bust, we can’t fulfil any existing orders or take any more. Cold drinks and food only” A voice boomed over the café.
Well shit.

Kurt needed to get out. As fast as his feet would take him, he sped out of the Starbucks to get air to fill his lungs. To breathe something in. He breathed and breathed and breathed and he still felt like he was suffocating.

And that was when Kurt Hummel became a New Yorker. He cried for the first time in New York outside that Starbucks. He sat on the pavement outside and took a moment to accept that this was not his day and focused on breathing in and out, in and out. What did that guy know? Why did the Universe decide that everything was going to fuck up today? Oh and look, he was definitely late, the Universe would probably get work to put him on probation knowing his luck today and oh god he was gonna miss that big meeting with Isabelle about the Fall Lin-

“Are you okay?” A voice tenderly asked.

Broken from his whirlpool of thought, Kurt whipped his head around and saw the guy he was arguing with earlier. Wiping away his tears, he nodded hysterically as if the number of nods would guarantee that his day would get better.

“C-Can I?” The guy asked, gesturing to joining him on the icy pavement.

Another nod.

“Look, I’m really sorry I called you a slut, I honestly didn’t mean it, at all. Heck, I don’t know you in the slightest and I was just having a really awful morning” The guy explained “and honestly, you seem lovely, you don’t deserve to be crying out a Starbucks of all places. A Peets Coffee maybe, but definitely not Starbucks.” The guy joked, trying to clear the air of the unspoken tension.

And then something happened. Kurt laughed. Not a belly laugh he might have enjoyed the night before but that sort of laughy-cry chuckle that happens when your throat has closed up from weeping and you start to realise that everything is going to be okay. The guy joined the chuckle. All of a sudden, Kurt’s morning felt and hell of a lot less lonely.

“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed in and flirted my way for a coffee.” Kurt admitted “Or hypothetical coffee even. I’ve just had the worst morning and I just lost all reminisce of logic and cool and I can’t believe I’m crying in public, oh my god.”  Kurt wiped away his tears with his blazer sleeve, oh god, it was Burberry as well, could this day be worse?

“Burberry?” The guy asked.

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“What can I say, I have a good eye.”

That’s nothing the only good thing you have, Kurt thought.

“Kurt Hummel. Very sorry for pushing in.” He offered his hand to the stranger.

“Blaine Anderson. Also very sorry for accidentally slut shaming you in a public place.” He shook Kurts hand and suddenly, Kurt didn’t feel that lonely at all.  “Look, I am really sorry. I guess we both had two really bad days and we just met at the wrong time but I want to make amends. Can I make it up to you by buying you a cup of coffee maybe?”

Kurt sniffed and nodded.

“Yeah, that would be great.”

A huge grin swept across of Blaine’s face and the two new friends found themselves strolling to another Starbucks somewhere and Kurt didn’t even care that he forgot to moisturise or even that he was unbelievably late for work. And this was because Kurt Hummel’s day was looking up.

Sometimes people don’t appreciate the smaller things in life.

Kurt Hummel definitely appreciated the way that Blaine Anderson paid for his coffee and made a list about all of the slutty things that he had done in his life to prove that Kurt definitely wasn’t a slut. He also appreciated that Blaine wrote his number on Kurt’s napkin.

Kurt Hummel had messy hair, a moist ankle and a serious case of dry skin but his stomach was also filled with coffee and butterflies.