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7 years of Glee:

7 years since we first fell in love with Finn Hudson, and more importantly, Cory Monteith, while singing “Can’t Fight This Feeling” in the showers

7 years since we first grew to admire Rachel Berry - as annoying as she might have been - through her passion and strive for stardom

7 years since we met with the original diva, Mercedes Jones, through the song R-E-S-P-E-C-T and her assuring us that she will forever be Beyonce

7 years since we we saw that adorkable wheelchaired kid Artie Abrams, and knew we wanted him to be a part of our squad

7 years since Kurt Hummel taught us everything this show stands for, that it’s okay to be different because your real friends will accept you

7 years since we heard Blaine Anderson sing Teenage Dream for Kurt, with over-gelled hair and the biggest smile you’ve ever seen

7 years since we instantly fell in love with Trouty Mouth through his rendition of “Billionaire” (the Glee fans still have their theories about the real reason the Kylie Jenner challenge got started)

7 years since Noah Puckerman reminded us that people do change, and no matter how much of a jackass you may have been in high school you can still come out on top

7 years since we met the most complex “prom queen” stereotype of all time, Quinn Fabray, as she taught us to chase your dreams no matter where it leads you, and don’t let your past define you

7 years since we were introduced to resident bad girl Santana Lopez, and we realized that appearances are deceiving - the high school bitch can also be the one with the biggest heart

7 years since Brittany S. Pierce proved that self-esteem is where your intelligence comes from, regardless of what anyone else says

7 years since Tina Cohen-Chang showed that no matter how dim your light appears right now, it can still shine just as bright if you want it to

7 years since Mike Chang taught us to follow our dreams, no matter what anyone else has to say about it

7 years since Sue Sylvester and her evil bitch facade walked into our lives, ruining and saving every bit of it

7 years since Will Schuester taught us to chase our dreams, if it leads to stardom or not

7 years of the show that changed our lives forever.

7 years of the show that gave us new perspective

7 years of the show that taught us about acceptance, love, and dreams

To an outsider, it’s just a show

To us, it’s family

Coloring Pages! Success!

I’ve been interested in the whole adult coloring book trend (yes, I know it is ridiculous…but life is ridiculous)…. and I’ve purchased a few ….. and I’ve been given a few. (Coloring books were the in xmas gift for middle age ladies in 2015). While I’ve enjoyed playing with crayons, pencils and markers again …. the subject matter of these modern coloring books just didn’t capture my imagination. Mandalas? Gardens? Cats? Skulls? Great works of art? When I was a kid my coloring books were full of thing I wanted to be …. things that fueled my fantasy life …. people I found exciting …..Batman, Captain Caveman, Casper and even Barbie- all of them went on adventures.

So I decided to make my own coloring pages….. full of what I like to dream about ….Glee …. and the cast of Glee. I ran a dozen photos through a filter called an edge tracer, saved the Jpgs, printed them out on standard office copy paper, cracked open my Crayola 64s …. and went to town.

It was relaxing …..it was fun …..I enjoyed the tiny challenge of finding the right mix of colors for Kurt and Blaine’s skin tones…. and it cost nothing. Maybe next Saturday I will try this again ….and maybe watch cartoons at the same time. Speed Racer are you still out there?

Balm of My Soul

Klaine; 1050 words;  A03.

Blaine isn’t really sleepy… silly conversations ensue. 

Part of a series of “Season 7” ficlets that look at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.

March, 2015

It’s been a good day.  An entirely good week, in fact.  Despite the fact that it’s still pretty cold outside, there are definitely signs that their first New York City winter as a married couple is finally coming to an end.  Blaine had woken Kurt up this morning excited about the clocks springing forward, and had brought a giant bunch of bright yellow daffodils home after his rehearsal.  Now Kurt’s adorable and oddly energetic (for this time of night) husband is rattling off the news of his day as he dashes back and forth between the bedroom and the bathroom, stripping off his plaid jacket and pink button down shirt, hardly able to stop chattering as he brushes his teeth and then jumps into bed.  Literally jumps.

“You’re awfully happy tonight, especially for someone who didn’t get home until almost midnight.”

“Rehearsal won’t usually go so late,” Blaine says, squirming down under the blankets and trying to slide his cold toes under Kurt’s warm calves.  "You know the first week of a new show is always crazy, and tonight the music director couldn’t start until after some dinner meeting he couldn’t get out of.  But it was light out when I finished with my last class, and still light out when I went to rehearsal.  And it was almost seven o'clock!“

"This is your favorite time of year, isn’t it?” Kurt asks, wondering how he hasn’t noticed before.

“It is.  Everything is waking up and starting to grow.  You can almost see all those tiny light green buds everywhere.  And it’s only going to get lighter, and warmer, and just better,” Blaine declares, flopping over to turn off the light on the bedside table and then rolling back over towards Kurt.

“You don’t seem very sleepy.”  Kurt pushes up on an elbow and takes in the giddy look on Blaine’s face, as if Blaine had just been waiting for Kurt to make this observation.

“I’m not.”

“I’ve got to be at Vogue at eight a.m. if I want to get in a half day of work before classes tomorrow.”

“I know.”  Blaine grins at Kurt.  "You can go to sleep.“

Not a chance, Kurt thinks to himself.  "Okay, maybe I will.”  He rolls over, away from Blaine, and makes himself comfortable, one hand shoved up underneath his pillow.  Blaine curls himself into Kurt’s body, his chest and stomach and hips warm against Kurt’s back, only the thin cotton of their tee shirts and boxers between them.

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Cat Scratch Fever

Klaine, 1450 words, A03

Part of a series of “Season 7” ficlets that look at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.  The first part of this fic is a flashback of sorts, set on Halloween between 6x07 and 6x08.

A lot has changed in the past year… but not the fact that Kurt looks super-hot in a cat suit.

Halloween, 2014

Kurt sighed as another group of squealing small children ran up to where he and Blaine sat on the steps of Sam’s house, the children’s parents trailing behind them.

“They’re kitties!  Look, mommy, two black kitties!” one little boy exclaimed, nearly tripping over his superhero cape as he climbed up the porch steps to get to Kurt and Blaine.

Blaine was already on his feet, commenting on each child’s costume as they swarmed around the two of them.  Kurt stood up and held out the large plastic pumpkin full of candy.

“What do you say, kids?” a parent prompted.

“Trick or treat!” came the expected response.  

But the little boy in the superhero cape was just staring at Kurt, his eyes wide.  “Mommy, can I pet the kitties?”

“I’m a panther,” Kurt muttered, stepping away despite himself as Blaine crouched down next to the child.  Kurt’s costume was <i>not</i> the same as Blaine’s – where Blaine had the fluffy ears and tail of a domestic housecat, complete with a cozy black sweater and drawn on pink nose and sweet whiskers, Kurt was a fierce predator, dressed head to toe in a sleek black lycra suit that clearly indicated his status as one of the fastest land animals on the planet.  And no, as he had informed Rachel earlier, this was obviously not what he had worn for the Singles Ladies dance – did she not realize how much he had grown since then?  His shoulders alone…for god’s sake, give him a little credit.

While Kurt grumbled, Blaine continued to charm the small children.  “Want to touch my ears?  They’re furry,” Blaine said, and was nearly toppled by the pack of preschoolers as they crowded around him, reaching up to touch the triangular ears that poked up out of his hair.  Blaine had gone easy on the gel for the evening, and the little rugrats tugged and pet at his curls, Blaine just smiling at them until their parents dragged them away.

Kurt huffed and sat back down on the cold concrete step.  He had hit a new low – he was jealous of the five year olds that got to touch Blaine.

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The Road You Didn’t Take

Klaine, 2050 words, A03

Part of a series of “Season 7” ficlets that look at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.

The end of the semester is approaching, and summer plans are still up in the air.

May, 2015

Life was busy for them both as the school year careened on to its conclusion, so it may have taken Kurt longer than it should have to notice.  But something was definitely bothering Blaine.

He didn’t see it at first, although it should have been clear in the set of Blaine’s shoulders when he came home from rehearsal, not invigorated like he so often was, but still tense despite hours of singing a capella with his friends.  Kurt might have figured it out when he suggested they take a night off and watch the latest Marvel movie, and Blaine begged off, citing the need to study, but well, Kurt really needed to study, too.  When Blaine ate grilled chicken breasts and broccoli for three nights in a row, then binged on coffee heath bar ice cream when he thought Kurt wasn’t paying attention, a bell went off somewhere in the recesses of Kurt’s tired mind, but he didn’t yet put it all together.

Finally it was Saturday, and they had promised themselves a date night.  The plan was to get their work done during the day – Blaine at NYU filming a final project with classmates from his modern film class, and Kurt putting the polishing touches on a one-act play for his junior seminar – and then meet up for dinner at a low-key bistro near their apartment.

Blaine was right on time, meeting Kurt outside the restaurant with a wide smile and a sweet kiss to the cheek.  The place was one of their favorites, combining interesting food with a cozy atmosphere, chunky candles in glass jars casting a pleasing light around the room.  Blaine’s eyes were sparkling as he told Kurt about his day.  Blaine reached across the table to touch Kurt’s arm for emphasis as he spoke, and grinned shyly as Kurt took his hand and gave it a squeeze.  

They ordered a bottle of wine and then giggled as they contemplated ordering a second one, finally deciding against it (it’s awfully expensive, and they’ve got better stuff at home) and forgoing dessert in lieu of returning to their apartment more quickly. 

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Klaine, 1900 words, A03.

Part of a series of canon compliant “Season 7” ficlets that look at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.

January, 2015

Kurt tugged at his blanket, trying to find a corner to pull up over his shoulder. It was hopelessly tangled, and he was cold, but he really didn’t want to wake up enough to straighten everything out. He turned over, reaching for Blaine – a sure source of heat – but he wasn’t there.

Kurt squinted one eye open, looking for his husband. Although their shades and curtains were drawn, the lights of the city street outside their window filtered in, giving him enough of a view of their cozy bedroom to confirm Blaine’s absence. Kurt considered just rolling over and going back to sleep, but it wasn’t like Blaine to be up in the middle of the night – that was generally Kurt’s domain.

He rolled out of bed, pulling on the first sweatshirt he could find. If it happened to be the new NYU one he had bought Blaine for Christmas, heavy and soft and smelling comfortingly like Blaine, so much the better.

He found Blaine sitting on the floor in their living room, his laptop open on the coffee table in front of him and papers spread all around. His eyes were closed, and with his oversized headphones on, Kurt knew he probably didn’t even realize anyone else was in the room. Kurt chuckled to himself at the way Blaine’s curls poked out around his headphones, and sat down gently next to him on the floor.

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Klaine, 1950 words, A03.

Blaine doesn’t know what to say to Kurt. You seem like you’re developing a vampire-like revulsion to bright light? He doesn’t think it would go over well. But something is wrong, and Blaine is getting concerned.

Part of a series of canon compliant “Season 7” ficlets that look at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.

February, 2015

It is a very bad winter in New York City. The storms have been relentless, alternating between snow and ice and coating the city repeatedly in drifts that city workers can’t clear away fast enough before the next storm pelts down. Both Kurt and Blaine have had miserable colds, giving up on all pretense of keeping house in exchange for trying to stay warm, hydrated, and surrounded by sufficient boxes of tissues to meet their needs.

But they are both recovered now, and despite the biting wind that is making his cheeks ache as he trudges homeward, Blaine is feeling hopeful. His rehearsal was cancelled tonight, and if he hurries, he should have enough time to make something nice for dinner before Kurt gets home. They could both use something to cheer them up.

He slips into an Indian market, struggling with the door as the wind catches it, and is surprised to see several crates of mangos piled in front of the register. Surely they must have been grown on some alien planet to be ripe at this time of year, but Blaine doesn’t care. He grabs a half dozen, some canned pineapple, and a variety of other ingredients, and goes back out into the storm.

By the time Kurt gets home there is pineapple curry chicken bubbling away in the pan, brown rice in a dish, and mango salsa with red peppers, cilantro and mint ready to be eaten with some savory crackers. Kurt grins appreciatively and pours them some crisp white wine which they sip as they wait for the chicken to finish cooking, both of them relaxed and warm, and looking forward to a pleasant evening.

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Spring Fever

Klaine, 1150 words, A03.

Part of a series of “Season 7” ficlets that look at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine. Hope you enjoy them.


Kurt is beginning to wonder whether Blaine had decided to conduct an impromptu a capella concert or find some homes for lost puppies, because for god’s sake, a trip to the drugstore really shouldn’t take this long. By the time Blaine finally comes in the door, packages dangling from his hands, Kurt is down to his last tissue, and is contemplating using the stack of paper napkins on the side table to stem the flow from his nose.

“It’s probably allergies,” Blaine says, pulling three fresh boxes of tissues out of a shopping bag. Kurt wants to strangle him. It’s not allergies, he’s never had allergies before, why would he start now?

“The way this spring has been, so cold for so long and then hot all of a sudden, all the flowers bloomed at once, and all the pollen just exploded… it’s making everyone crazy,” Blaine explains. Kurt looks at him, confused. Had he actually asked the question out loud? His head was so stuffed up, it was hard to tell.

“It’s not allergies,” he mutters, taking the tissue box out of Blaine’s hand and sliding over so that Blaine can join him on the couch. “I’m going to kill the next person who says it is.”

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Touch of the Fingertips

Klaine, 1100 words, A03.


Part of a series of “Season 7” ficlets that look at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.



April, 2015


It starts when Blaine buys Kurt a set of three pairs of silk boxers for Christmas.  They are an extravagant gift, made of the finest silk, and are unimaginably soft.  Kurt loves the colors – sky blue, sage green, and a deep red.  And he loves the way Blaine’s eyes follow him when he walks around their apartment clad in nothing but… of course, one might say that Blaine’s eyes follow him like that all the time.


He also knows Blaine likes the feel of them.  Sometimes when they are cuddling together at night, Blaine will slide a finger under the waistband of Kurt’s pajamas, not to tease or grope, but just to stroke at the silky material.  Kurt doesn’t wear them all that often, but he does keep them in his regular rotation – they don’t deserve to be hidden away in a drawer. 


One day Kurt gets home from a late rehearsal to find Blaine in the bathroom, humming to himself as he does some handwashing.  He is carefully sudsing the boxers up, rinsing them, and laying them down flat to dry. 


“You didn’t have to wash my underwear,” Kurt says, a little embarrassed.  Not that they haven’t been as intimate as two people could be – and frequently – but still, it’s underwear.


“I don’t mind,” Blaine says, smiling gently.  And he continues with the next pair.  Kurt shrugs and goes to make a pot of tea.  He’s not going to question it.  If Blaine has a thing for his panties, well, Kurt’s got a thing for Blaine’s ass, so it all works out just fine.


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Glitter Optional

Klaine; 1340 words; A03.

Kurt and Blaine run into an old acquaintance at a club, and let him in on a secret. Part of a series of “Season 7” ficlets that look at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.

April, 2015

Blaine and Kurt are enjoying a well earned night off from work and school, sitting in a dark and cozy nightclub, champagne cocktails in front of them. The jazz trio has just finished, and a second group is setting up, when a shadow appears between them and the stage.

“Well, well, well, look who it is?” The tall man sits down at their table, and Blaine groans as he recognizes Sebastian. “I’m told I can’t be angry about not being invited to your wedding, given that you two didn’t even know it was going to happen, so I’ll just say congratulations.” His smile seems genuine.

“Hi, Sebastian,” Blaine says politely, as Kurt nods.

A man comes up behind him, drinks in hand, and Sebastian turns to introduce him. “Guys, this is my boyfriend Patrick. Patrick, Blaine and Kurt. Soon to be stars of stage and screen, and we can say we knew them when.”

They all rise and shake hands. Patrick is blond and good looking in an undeniably Irish way, broader than Sebastian through the shoulders, and a bit shorter. He has a shy smile which he directs at them all, and the way he gazes sweetly at Seb makes Blaine think that Sebastian may have turned over a new leaf - or perhaps succeeded in keeping the leaf he claimed to have turned over back in high school flipped to its proper side.

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Honeymoon Holidays - Chapter 1:  Anniversary

Klaine, 1450 words, A03

Kurt and Blaine’s first winter holidays together as a married couple fall so quickly after their wedding that sometimes they almost seem like a continuation of their honeymoon.  But not always.

A story in the “Season 7” series that looks at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine, written in connection with the Klaine Advent challenge.  The name of each chapter is the prompt.

November, 2014

“You’re not really going to celebrate every wedding anniversary with Brittany and Santana, are you?” Burt asks, leaning back in the kitchen chair, which squeaks in protest.  “Because to be honest, that sounds kinda weird.”

“God, no, dad,” Kurt scoffs, handing his empty dessert plate to Carole as she clears the table.  “And how did you even get that idea?”

“Brittany called me.  Said she couldn’t talk long, because Santana was waiting for her on a sunken ship-” Burt frowns in confusion and shakes his head “-but that she wanted me to be there next year to officiate again.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Kurt says.  

“You’ll tell her you don’t need to actually get married every year on your anniversary, right?”

Blaine smiles, brushing his hand along Kurt’s shoulder as he gets up from the table and goes over to the sink to help Carole.  Their honeymoon had gotten cut short with the news of the fire at Dalton, but a comfortable Friday night dinner at the Hudson-Hummels is helping to calm them both.  It’s good to see Kurt with his dad as they laugh together and trade stories.  While Blaine is looking forward to going back to New York City next semester, there has been something awfully healing about having this time in Lima with their families.  He’s glad they aren’t going back to the city until after the holidays.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Carole says when Blaine offers to dry the dishes.  “But there’s really not much left to do.”  She looks up at Blaine and then glances over at Kurt and Burt, who are chuckling over another Brittany-related memory.  “Come on, there’s something I want to show you.”

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Honeymoon Holidays - Chapter 11: Kink

Klaine, 1380 words, A03
Read from the beginning here

Kurt and Blaine’s first winter holidays together as a married couple fall so quickly after their wedding that sometimes they almost seem like a continuation of their honeymoon.  But not always.

A story in the “Season 7” series that looks at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine, written in connection with the Klaine Advent challenge.  The name of each chapter is the prompt.


TW: Depression

December, 2014

Blaine’s been down for the past few days.  Kurt has seen him plastering his show face on, pushing himself to get through Glee rehearsals, smiling his forced smile at everyone.  Kurt’s seen the way he looks when the last kid finally leaves the choir room, and he can let it all go.  It doesn’t look like he’s having any fun.

It’s just a few minutes before their alarm is due to go off.  Kurt fiddles with the clock, making sure it isn’t going to ring.  Then he turns to Blaine, cocooned next to him in a swath of blankets, and snuggles close.  He strokes his messy hair off his forehead, and presses a soft kiss to his cheek.

Blaine wakes up slowly, blinking his eyes in the dim morning light.  “Kurt?”  He turns to look at the clock.  “Did we forget to set the alarm?”

“No, we set it.  I turned it off.”

Blaine scrubs at his face.  “It can’t be Saturday already.”

Kurt smiles.  “No.  But we’re not going to work today, unless you have something you can’t reschedule.”

“We’re not?”

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Honeymoon Holidays - Chapter 24: Yesterday

Well, here it is - I made it!  24 chapters in 24 days.  It’s complete, if you don’t count the Coda that will be coming very soon. Thank you so much to all of you that have left me such lovely comments and ongoing encouragement, especially my dear friend @perryavenue.  To all who celebrate, have a wonderful holiday.

Klaine, 300 words, A03
Read from the beginning here

Kurt and Blaine’s first winter holidays together as a married couple fall so quickly after their wedding that sometimes they almost seem like a continuation of their honeymoon.  But not always.

A story in the “Season 7” series that looks at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine, written in connection with the Klaine Advent challenge.  The name of each chapter is the prompt.

Note:  In the spirit of “’Twas the Night Before Christmas” by Clement Clark Moore.  

December, 2014

‘Tis the evening of Christmas, and all through the houses,
Everyone is peaceful, from students to spouses.
The stockings are gathered in boxes and piles,
Their treats now dispersed, with giggles and smiles.

Burt and his wife are snug in their bed,
While visions of the past fill Carole’s head.
Despite trying to soak up the season’s joy
All she can feel is the loss of her boy.

Pam goes to sleep in her bed alone,
But no longer as worried for her son that’s come home.
He’s off to start a new phase of his life
With a partner to help him through troubles and strife.

Across town Rachel Berry dreams of singing on stages,
And Sam Evans still thinks that NYADA’s for mages.
Mason and Madison stay up late corresponding
With the rest of their team to encourage more bonding.

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