i don't know if this is hummelberry

Fic: As One

Kurt thinks Rachel’s plan for finally meeting her soulmate is terrible. But what does he know, really?

Soulmate AU in which you have two pulses - your actual heart, and the pulse of your soulmate in your wrist. Once you get in proximity to each other, the pulse speeds up until you finally meet, and then they synchronize.

Thanks to Caroline @thehouseofthebrave for the setting idea! PG-13, ~1400 words, fluff fluff fluff.

Kurt loved his best friend. Really. Honestly! But he also cursed the fact that somehow he had saddled himself with the only person on Earth who was more stubborn than he was.

“I don’t see why you’re being so unreasonable,” Rachel lectured as they strode down the hall to their next class - well, Kurt was striding. Rachel had wrapped one of her arms in his and was basically being pulled along like a very loud balloon. “It’s not like anything could go wrong with this plan!”

“Have you been to this school?” Kurt asked, incredulous. “It’s like an interactive exhibit on Murphy’s Law. Buses lose wheels mid-drive. The actual nutritious food they buy us somehow goes bad overnight, sticking us with mystery meat. Mr. Schue teaches every single one of our classes, yet is only certified in Spanish. From the Sesame Street online Spanish courses.

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Fic: Off Target

anon prompted: Kurt getting into bed (at the loft) really late after a long day of homework or a project for vogue, and in the morning he starts to kiss Blaine’s neck and lets his hands roam and - he realizes he’s not in his own bed, but in Rachel’s.  

Canonical except for a reference to Finn being alive, PG-13, ~800 words.

Kurt slid open the loft door as quietly as he could, feeling exhausted yet victorious. He had locked himself in a study carrel at school at ten that morning with the goal of finishing his monster term paper, and fifteen hours later, he had achieved that goal just as the library was closing up for the night. All that was left for him to do was go home, take a shower, sleep for approximately three days, and submit the paper on Monday after some proofreading.

Maybe I can convince Blaine to go out for celebratory pancakes tomorrow morning, Kurt thought as he stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom. God, pancakes sound good. And sleep. I miss sleep.

He took the quickest possible shower, stifling a squeal when he walked under the spray too early and got hit right in the chest with a blast of freezing water so he wouldn’t wake Blaine or Rachel - one person being overtired in that loft was plenty. Foregoing the majority of his moisturizing routine, he slipped on his comfiest cotton pajamas and headed back down the hall, where he cuddled up next to a familiar lump in the sheets.

The last thing Kurt remembered thinking before collapsing into sleep was that Blaine’s hair didn’t smell quite right.

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