From last night’s stream since I actually didn’t have anything better to post tonight. My bad. Various sketches of old OCs past that spider. I made him up last not,but I feel he’s from somewhere.
Other OCs are my angsty skater goat, demon named Evil/Irvine, my piggy called Blaine, and Sale the Chameleon with his unamed gator that he sells his Chame-yum Gum to…they were for a storyboard project. Was fun redrawing old OCs.
“Um, hi. Can I ask you a question? I’m new here” “My name’s Blaine” “Kurt”
“Kurt, there is a moment when you say to yourself, Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you forever. Watching you do “Blackbird” this week… that was a moment for me. About you. You moved me, Kurt, and this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you”
B: “I will sign whatever you want. Please say we can be boyfriends again. What?” K: “I don’t know if relationships actually work, I mean…weren’t Bethenny and Jason supposed to be forever?” B: “For every Bethenny and Jason, there is a Will and a Jada and a Kurt and a Goldie. C'mon, can’t we at least just give it a try?” K:“But I’m Goldie, of course…” B: “Of course you are” K: “Okay, I can’t believe we’re going to do this again”
“fearlessly and forever”
“it’s not just a puppet. It’s a puppet of my fiance” Blaine.
A boy got on the wrong bus today, but my bus driver said he would take him home anyways, so we had around a half an hour/forty five minutes to waste. So we started chatting. It was going well until bam: He asked my name as I was really hesitant to answer. I’m starting to go by Blaine, Miranda makes me kinda uncomfortable. Anyways. I answered, “Well, my actual name is Miranda, but I prefer Blaine.” He nodded and asked, “Why do you prefer that name though, and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” And so I said “Well, you understand that there are genders other than Male and Female?” He answered “Yes,” so I continued. “Well, I’m genderfluid. Which means I flip between one or the other or both or neither or a mix. So I prefer Blaine, it’s less gendered.” I added on “But if you call me Miranda, it’s okay.” This was me chickening out. Nobody is gonna call me Blaine! I look like a straight up chick! But he went, “No, I’ll use whatever makes you more comfortable. But remind me tomorrow if I see you, I’m bad with names, any names.” And he laughed and I am seriously so happy. He didn’t make a rude comment or question or antagonize me further. He said whatever made me most comfortable. He doesn’t even know me and he was so kind.
“Hello, my name is Blaine Anderson and I will be auditioning for the role of Danny Zuko. Today I’ve prepared two pieces for you. The first is ‘The Streets of Dublin’ from A Man of No Importance and the second is ‘What Do I Need With Love’ from Thoroughly Modern Millie. Should you like to see more, I have additional pieces available upon request.”
a danny zuko/50s inspired pre-audition, pump-up playlist
Rating: PG Word Count: 2,400 Warnings: foggy idealisation of suicide
Summary: “And who knows. Maybe this whole Glee thing will even turn out to be something special.” 6x12 reaction. In which each of the original five have their own reasons for joining Glee club, and in the end they all get what they dreamed of. Gen fic; bouncing POV change. Yes, Blaine makes a cameo.
Let one thing be very clear: Mercedes Jones is a star.
She knows it. Her parents know it. Her church damn
well better know it, because if they
try to take away her solos again then there will be hell to pay.
And maybe McKinley doesn’t know it just yet, but in
fifteen years time, her name is going to be twenty feet high in flashing lights
and she’ll be selling out stadiums to fans wailing
to see her sing. And then Jacob Ben Israel will regret saying that her hair
should be used in place of steel wool, she swears.
Miss Jones is a very patient lady. She doesn’t need to
be adored now – why would she, when she knows that one day she’ll have people
panting after her every move? She’s got her family, and she’s got her church
choir, and everyone worth knowing respects her –
based on this post by jaded-idealism “
Fic where Blaine’s a waiter at a restaurant and Kurt keeps snapping his fingers at him.” For my klaine prompt “Pubs/bars” (i kinda cheated but there’s a bar at the restaurant blaine works at so it totally counts shh) Title from “Magic” by B.O.B
Blaine tries to hide his frustration as Santana leads Him to
Blaine’s section, wiggling her fingers in Blaine’s direction as she does. God,
Blaine hates her. So much.
He makes his way over immediately, before Santana has even
finished saying, “Your server will be right with you.” She turns to leave,
grinning when she sees him standing right behind her. He grins back, then grins
at the man sitting at the table.
“Hi, my name is Blaine, I’ll be your server today,” he says,
just as he does every time.
Kurt rolls his eyes, “Why do you say that every time? I know
who you are.”
“Company policy,” Blaine says, unblinking, “Can I start you
off with a drink or would you like to wait for your partner to arrive?”
Kurt always comes in with a tiny brunette whose voice fills
the entire restaurant. Blaine doesn’t think there’s been a single time she’s
come in that Santana hasn’t threatened to strangle her. Then again, Blaine can’t
really point fingers. He’s wanted to strangle Kurt a couple of times himself
over the past couple of months.
Who cares that you get home safe? Who knows you can’t be replaced? Who thinks that you’re one of a kind? …oooh, somebody loves you…
(An anon who apparently knows the shortcut to my heart prompted: “something where Blaine is an actual superhero named Nightbird and he goes missing for a few days/gets hurt/both and his boyfriend husband Kurt’s all worried”)
There was a time when Blaine’s tardiness annoyed Kurt to no end, back before they broke up, worked on themselves, got married, and moved into their one-bedroom
apartment in New York. Before Blaine discovered his latent superpowers
and decided to use his strength, flight, and enhanced vision for the
good of the people, no matter the potential cost to himself.
Nightbird was born and became the hero Blaine always wanted to be. (Or,
the hero Blaine had always been, Kurt thinks, just in armor and a cape,
even if Blaine couldn’t see it.)
So, Kurt used to get annoyed,
but now, he just worries, because Blaine coming home late is better than
Blaine not coming home at all.
The problem is… the dinner Blaine is late for was two days ago.
Cinderella-esque AU, because I get constipated if I don’t do fairy tale!Klaine every so often.
~2200 words, G, unrealistically fluffy.
Blaine clenched the reins tighter in his fist as he and his men cantered toward town. Though it was only a few leagues from the palace where he lived, he felt as though they weren’t going fast enough - as though the man he was searching for would somehow slip out of his grasp if he didn’t get through the forest as soon as possible.
Blaine was actually nervous about this. He’d had a few appointments in between now and finding out that he was pregnant, but this… this was the big one. It was the first time he and Kurt were going to be seeing their baby. They’d been in the room for a few minutes, Blaine was already on the table, fingers fidgeting slightly on top of the small bump that was his belly. He was taking pictures of his stomach, trying to track how big he was getting. He looked over at Kurt and smiled, “I’m so excited.” He grinned, “We’re going to see our baby today!” He really couldn’t help but get excited about this and he honestly hoped that Kurt was too. Blaine really couldn’t sleep the night before because of his excitement. He reached his hand out and moved his fingers, wanting Kurt to take it.