American Boy is one of my absolute favorite performances. The way Kurt and Blaine act during it shows so clearly how they are not only the loves of each other’s lives but also best friends and that is especially why it’s so very close to my heart.
anon prompted: a fic where Kurt flat out refuses to leave his dorm during a fire drill because it is a waste of his time and he has more important things to do, and you can make up whatever happens next…
If only this ever happened during any of my shitty-ass fire drills. ~700 words, PGish, fluff.
Kurt had just gotten cozy in his bed when the fire alarm went off.
For the third time in twenty-four hours.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked, moving one of his pillows over his head to block the noise as best he could. Since the alarm was directly above his bed, it didn’t do him much good, but even vague muffling was better than nothing.
Doors started slamming up and down the hall as his fellow dorm residents made their way out of the building, but Kurt stubbornly refused to budge. He was sick of being forced to stand out in the chilly New York winter air for ten or fifteen minutes because some drunk idiot couldn’t make popcorn without setting it on fire, so he wasn’t going to go, consequences be damned.
There’s a decent chance no one will know I’m here anyways, he thought, curling up tight on his side. My light is off and it’s still somewhat early. I could be out partying.
Kurt snorted at the idea. College parties weren’t really his scene, but since he talked to almost no one on his floor, he figured his story was safe.
“Kurt!” Blaine’s voice came from the hall, accompanied by a loud pounding at his door. “C’mon! You cannot possibly be sleeping through this, no matter how many times you’ve been late to our 8:30!”
As they slowly pulled away from the barn in Indiana, bumping along the dirt driveway until they got to the paved road, Kurt glanced over to see Blaine typing away on his phone.
“Still texting with Cooper?”
Blaine looked over and grinned. “Nah. I stopped responding after he made one too many puns about our wedding night.”
“Were they any good?”
Blaine raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?” He scrolled down on his phone, biting his lip. “There was one that wasn’t too bad… ‘singers make good couples because they are always in a chord.’ In accord, get it?”
Kurt grimaced. “Yes, I get it. That was really the best one?”
Blaine shrugged. “I’ll tell him to keep his day job. Anyway…” he poked his phone a few more times, “there’s a Marriott Courtyard about 30 minutes from here. That should do, right?”
Kurt gave Blaine a quick look before turning his attention back to the road. He had rather successfully put off worrying about this aspect of their wedding night until Blaine drew his attention to it just now. “You really want to stay at a hotel?”
“Well, if not, our options are-” Blaine counted off on his fingers, “down the hall from your dad, down the hall from my mom, or in my apartment…”
Friendly reminder that All of Blaine Anderson loves All of Kurt Hummel, who is more important to him than anything as well as his soulmate, teenage dream, anchor, love of his life and the only one for him!
I know it’s a shorter one again and, to add to it, it probably sucks a little, because I had a really hard time writing today. To be honest, I wasn’t even going to post today, with everything that has been going on (my dog is sick and it’s not good), but I had to take my mind of things - hence this little fic.
Blaine was hanging
around in the practice room at NYU, trying to kill some time while he waited
for Kurt to get there from NYADA, so they could go and try out this new
restaurant in their neighborhood that they had had their eyes on since its
opening day. Figuring his husband wouldn’t get there for at least another
fifteen minutes, he sat by the piano and started playing random melodies, until
a song popped into his head.
Today’s studyblr photo challenge asked me to post a picture of my favorite quote. Although there are too many to count, this is always the first that pops into my head. For those of you who have seen Moulin Rouge, this is a powerful message shared throughout the film and it is one that I firmly believe in.
Kurt and Blaine are college roommates. Both boys have girlfriends and think they’re straight. One night, after both of them suddenly find themselves single, they get drunk and turn to each other to abate their sexual appetites.
Fill for a prompt in the Glee Prompt Meme (Full prompt in notes)
(Klaine Valentines Challenge Day Eleven: “Chances Are”)
coming…alright. Have a good night.”
Kurt collapses onto the couch, tipping his head back against
the cushion and closing his eyes. Music spills softly out of the speakers
behind him. Blaine strides into the room, joining Kurt on the couch, and when
Kurt opens his eyes, Blaine is flourishing a glass of wine. “Mm, you are my saviour,” Kurt hums, plucking the glass
from Blaine’s hand.
Hello! I was wondering if you were open to taking suggestions for fics to read or possibly post on here. I just read a story that I really liked and wanted to share on the off chance you haven't read it yet (although you might have, it is an older one). It is called "As the present now, will later be past" by Caroline Shea on her livejournal. (Forgive me if it is already on here. I just did a quick search and didn't see it.) It is different from most other fics I have read before. Thanks!
We always love new (at least *new* to us!) fic recs! Thank you VM for this! Here ya go, readers! A newish (ok, from 2011) fic! Enjoy!
Blaine and Kurt’s deepening relationship dredges up some painful memories from Blaine’s father’s past. The fall-out affects not only Blaine’s relationship with his dad, but his relationship with Kurt and his understanding of himself. Title taken from the Bob Dylan song: The Times They Are A-Changin.’