not just kurt's dad

Nightcrawler Headcanon

Okay so we know in X-Men: Apocalypse that they confirmed Magneto was Quicksilver’s dad, right?

And then we had that scene with Raven and Peter.

So why not when Kurt finds out that Raven is his mom, he goes confront Magneto about it?

Ohmygod I can imagine it now.

Kurt: Magneto, you’ve known Raven for a very long time, ja?

Magneto: (totally nonchalant) Yes.

Kurt: Er, well….what’s she like to you?

Magneto: (raises eyebrow) What’s wrong with you?

Kurt: Ahhh….well, she’s my mother.

Magneto: What?!?

Kurt: Well, you know, she and my da like-

Magneto: I get it, I get it. Are you sure? Absolutely sure?

Kurt: Well, zidn’t ze blue skin give it away?

Klaine Summer Challenge 2017 Day 1: Here Come The Sun 

Word Count: 1,100

Blaine, age nine, moves to Lima and meets his next door neighbor. (AO3)

“Blaine honey, I wish you’d look on the bright side of things,” Pam says, unlocking the front door of their new house.

“But all my friends are at home!” Her son cries, lugging a suitcase behind him.

This is our new home Honeybee,” she replies with a smile.

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Klaine one-shot - “Organized Chaos” (Rated PG13)

Kurt comes home one night to find his husband in desperate need of his help … but will Blaine let Kurt help him? (2292 words)

So, I re-wrote this, playing off the idea that Blaine may also have suffered from OCD, kind of the way Kurt did, but as an extension of PTSD (seeing as the meta exists that Dalton!Blaine was actually the facade, and the Blaine we see at McKinley was the person he actually was). I based this off of my own personal experiences with OCD and PTSD. The cleaning, the disposable pens, the paper towels, and the obsession with vents, those are personal to me, as is the way Blaine’s grandmother passes away.

Read on AO3.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetie,” Kurt calls, juggling his messenger bag on his shoulder, a narrow paper bag with a bottle of Riesling in the crook of his arm, and two way-too-thin plastic bags, both trying, with little success, to contain the multiple cardboard containers of Thai food inside, “but when I went to get our food, they messed up our order … again!” Kurt shuffles in, the door refusing to open more than a few inches because of something lodged on the opposite side. “I mean, I know you love Pok Pok, and I know it’s our Thursday night tradition, but I really think that … whoa …”

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Klaine fic - “Need for Speed” (Rated NC17)

Kurt Hummel moves from California to Lima after his dad’s heart attack causes them to lose their repair shop. Kurt leaves his prestigious performing arts school and any chance of moving to New York and getting into NYADA. His only other joy in life is custom tuning cars, but his father doesn’t approve. Things seem to get back on track when he joins the Dalton Crew as their mechanic, behind his father’s back. He’ll make the money he needs as long as he can put up with the unwanted attention of Sebastian Smythe. But, how will his dreams change after he meets the head of the McKinley Crew, Blaine Anderson, who decides that winning Kurt Hummel will be his next big challenge?

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 (3205 words)

Kurt did the oil change on the Corolla alone, demanding that his dad sit down behind the counter and rest. It was a good enough excuse to get time to himself to contemplate Blaine’s motives. Kurt couldn’t stop thinking about Blaine kissing his hand. He had never been properly kissed by another boy in his life, and now he began to imagine what those soft, full lips might feel like pressed against his own, or possibly on other places over his body. Kurt hustled to finish, concentrating on his work to settle his body and keep it from responding to the thought of Blaine’s kisses. He vacuumed the carpets, cleaned the windows, and checked the air pressure on the tires. Burt looked quizzically at his son, lured by the flurry of activity after Kurt’s sluggish morning and examined Kurt’s work.

Kurt looked up at the smirk on his father’s face and grimaced. He hated being so transparent.

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Always Right Together - 1/?

Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been in love for sixteen years. They’ve only been alive for eighteen. | AO3

Warnings: angst, minor character death (Kurt’s mom), homophobia and bullying, follows canon elements (Karofsky)

A/N: There’s a hella long message over on AO3, but here I’ll keep it short. This is a story about Kurt and Blaine growing up together and falling in love. It’s not quite finished yet, but it will be. It’s also a giant thank you to anyone who has ever read something I’ve written. Thank you ♥

Five

His mom loved love.

He remembers this, because she never stopped listening to love songs. He’s pretty sure his first sentence was ‘Take my hand, take my whole life, too’.

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Klaine Valentines Challenge - “When the Image Seems Very Similar” (Rated T)

Kurt and Blaine don’t meet at Dalton. They meet earlier, in the hospital, after Kurt gets slammed into a locker and Blaine gets beaten up at the Sadie Hawkins Dance. The two of them come from different parts of Ohio, but their experiences are very similar. Even though hate put them in the room they’re in now, it also makes them friends.

Written for the Klaine Valentines Challenge Day Six prompt “Mirrors”

Warning for talk of injuries, bruises, bullying, homophobia, and hospitalization.

Burt looks at the boy lying in the bed across the room from his son - face bloodied, eye blackened, holding a cold pack pressed to the bridge of his nose. He’s wearing what looks like a tuxedo – probably some dude-bro who got into a fight at a high school dance. Some of the other public high schools in town were having beginning-of-the-school-year things going on, dances and stuff that Kurt usually didn’t go to. Burt shakes his head at the boy moaning into his cold pack, slurring underneath his breath about Tylenol. The last thing his son needs is to spend the next however many hours in the same room as some drunk, babbling idiot.

“Can’t my son have a private room?” Burt asks the nurse as she starts taking his son’s vitals. The gash over Kurt’s right eye, which he said he got when he smacked his head into the corner of his gym locker, and being held closed by butterfly bandages, will probably need stitches; the eye itself has mostly swollen shut. This is the third time Kurt’s father has had to bring him to the emergency room to get various injuries looked at, and the second time he’s getting stitches. After this, Burt’s seriously going to consider discussing with Kurt whether or not he should really stay on the team.

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"I Do." (Kurt's POV)

Kurt doesn’t just decide to stop talking. Nor does he just decide to start talking again.

Burt’s POV

‘Good morning, Dad.’

Kurt didn’t dare to look at his dad after showing him the sign. He focused on making himself breakfast as the silence stretched on. Then, finally, Burt coughed and murmured: “Morning, bud,” and Kurt’s heart broke at how defeated he sounded and yet no word came out of his mouth. 

He had never wanted it to come to this point. He never thought it would. Not in his worst nightmares had he imagined there’d be a time when he wouldn’t be able to talk to Burt. 

And yet he couldn’t. A strong, cold hold clutched his throat whenever he tried. So after a while, he stopped trying. And even longer while later, he stopped wanting to talk. Wanting to talk was so exhausting when he knew he couldn’t so he accepted his fate, pushed through it and played away his feelings with the piano. Then he started to learn a new way to communicate. 

Years went by like that. 

Then he met Blaine. 

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ficlet: 2 am taco talk

Ficlet. Klaine. Some spoilers for Friday’s episode, though. This started as a silly banter with Kurt and Blaine talking in the middle of the night, and then it started going into Blaine’s family history because I have a one track mind. I might make this a series if I feel inspired.

“So, will you still love me if I get fat?”

Kurt stopped shoveling his taco in his mouth for a second. “…Yes?Why? Are you planning to get fat?” he put the taco down suddenly. “Is this your way of saying I’m getting fat?”

“No, you’re perfect,” Blaine assured him, dipping his chip into more salsa. “I was just curious. I mean, we’re married now. I might slack off on exercising, and I really love food. Like, a lot. It’s kind of inevitable.”

“We’ll go jogging together, it’ll be fine.”

“Also, we’re eating tacos at 2 am. I’m pretty sure this goes against every nutritional advice on the planet.”

“Okay, first off,” Kurt dipped his chip into the cheese dip. “We’re having tacos at 2 am because neither of us could sleep, and post-sex tacos sounded amazing. We also wanted to celebrate being in New York again and being able to get food at literally any hour of the day. And second,” He winked at Blaine a little. “I think we already burned all these calories when we did that thing against the wall.”

“Oh yeah,” Blaine agreed, a dreamy look on his face. “We should do that again.”

“Third,” Kurt pointed his chip at him. “What is this really about?”

“What do you mean?”

Kurt stared at him. “I know you, husband dear. Fess up. What are you really worried about?”

“I dunno,” Blaine shrugged, setting his taco down.

Blaine.”

“I guess I was just thinking about my dad and why he left.”

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Just a Little Bit Closer

6x05 reaction fic. (Has some brief mentions of Karofsky and Walter, just a head’s up.)

The car raises slowly on the lift; a metallic groaning and screeching with the drone of power tools surrounding them. The garage is cold and hot in alternating blasts; freezing wind whipping through the open bay doors, space heaters doing their best with buzzing red coils warming pockets of air and dusty corners. Blaine is a solid, constant warmth at his shoulder, chattering happily as Kurt examines the tires.

“These are actually in pretty good shape,” Kurt tells him, spinning the tires with his hands and examining the treads and the wear on the seams. “I mean, I’ll sell you a full set of tires that you don’t actually need, but full disclosure here: They’ve got plenty of life on them.”

“Oh,” Blaine’s face falls a bit, he ducks his head, shuffles his feet against the oil-stained concrete.

“But they could probably stand to be rotated. I mean, for safety. Just to be sure. Can’t be too careful,” Kurt blurts out, then snaps his mouth closed to stop the flow of unnecessary words.

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Kurt finds out about the baby. Part Two of this. Spoilers for 5x15 Bash. TW: Assault. MPREG (for those of you who didn’t already know???)

The first thing that Kurt noticed when he woke up was that he hurt. His entire body ached, harsh throbbing in some places, little twinges in others, but mostly, it just hurt. A groan slipped from his lips and he grimaced, body twitching a bit as the act of even pushing a sound through his vocal cords made the aching even worse.

“Don’t overwork yourself,” a voice on his right side murmured and he blinked his eyes open the best he could, blearily taking in the sight of his very worried, watery-eyed fiance.

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Rare photographs from Nirvana’s first concert in 1987 have surfaced after being uncovered by a Seattle teenager

“I didn’t realize it was such a historical thing,” 19-year-old Maggie Poukkula says. “I thought they were just cool pictures of my dad and Kurt jamming together”

Rare photographs from Nirvana’s first concert in March 1987 have been unearthed and shared by an unlikely source: Maggie Poukkula, the 19-year-old daughter of Tony Poukkula, a member of Seattle band Laytem who grew up with Kurt Cobain and hosted the fledging outfit’s first show in his basement.

Last week, Poukkula tweeted a photo strip featuring three snapshots from the 1987 gig in Raymond, Washington, along with the caption, “Pictures of my dad and Kurt Cobain playing together back in the day.” At the time, Nirvana’s lineup consisted of Cobain, bassist Krist Novoselic and drummer Aaron Burckhard, though that night, Poukkula reportedly joined the outfit on guitar for, at least, two Led Zeppelin covers.

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Fic: Klaine Advent Day 10: “Jumble”

Summary: Blaine doesn’t know a lot about NYADA, except that his roommate insists it’s a school for magic.

A/N: Part of a continuous story in 24 chapters I’ll be writing this month. We are now entering the plot part of the story and stuff’s gonna happen. It’s going to get a bit darker (I mean, it is a story about magic), they still have a journey ahead of them. Any questions, please feel free to ask. And thanks for reading. <3

Previous chapters: anniversary | Broadway | competition | day | escape | fan | guidehope | indecent

It’s the first week of November, the weather cold and windy, and Friday night they’re having a movie night at Blaine’s place; a double date, actually, with Sam and Mercedes.

The couch is too small for all of them so they switch after the first half of the movie – Sam and Mercedes cuddle up on the floor for the first half of The Princess Bride while Kurt and Blaine take the couch, and then Blaine and Kurt move to the floor for the second half.

The floor is almost more comfortable than the lumpy old couch, Blaine thinks. It’s actually quite nice. They have a pile of blankets and pillows and Kurt cuddles up close to him, warm and lazy and adorable like a sleepy kitten.

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Anon prompted: Hi, can you write kurt, Blaine, burt, and anyone else you want, having dinner and Kurt asking his daddy for something, but then both Blaine and Burt reach or answer for whatever Kurt asked for so awkward moment for klaine? Please, I just love your writing.

(Thanks to Caroline for reading over this ♥)

“Two years ago it was hard keeping you away from Lima,” Burt says as he reaches for the plate with tater tots, grinning a little as he shoots both Kurt and Blaine a knowing look, “and now that you two are living together it took you almost a year to visit me and Carole again.”

Kurt grimaces slightly, not at the remark, but more at the sight of what his father is putting onto his plate. “Dad, come on, why don’t you eat a bit of salad instead? You know-”

“I know, my heart,” Burt interrupts him with a chuckle. However, when it’s not just Kurt who’s shooting him a reproachful glare, but Carole as well, he lets go of the plate with a sigh. “Alright, alright,” he mutters, standing up to reach the salad bowl instead.

“Thanks for the support, sweetheart,” Carole says with a small laugh, nodding towards Kurt who returns the smile. “You have no idea how stressful it is to watch after him, I swear if I’m not looking, he’d probably just stuff his mouth full with everything that’s forbidden for him, like a child,” she says and affectionately bumps her shoulder with her husband’s.

“Oh come on, honey, I’m not that bad. You’re starting to become worse than Kurt in that department.”

 

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ficlet: better late than--

Klaine fic because I have a weak will. Directly inspired by this and other glee spoilers. I wrote this because I was thinking about what I’d want to see them talk about 5 or 10 years in the future, if we only get a brief shot. Enjoy!

“We’re late. We’re always late. Before we got married, I was never late, to anything, but since then I have been consistently late to absolutely everything—“

“It’ll be fine, Kurt,” Blaine reassures him on the staircase out of the subway. “Besides, late is fashionable.”

“It’s unprofessional! I mean, who knows who will be at Rachel’s party?” Kurt groans, waving his hands to try and get the attention of a nearby taxi. “She knows people now—she won a Tony, and now we’re going to be showing up late to her award party like a couple of unemployed, unprofessional slackers instead of the professional actors that we are—“

“Hey,” Blaine frowns. “Rachel knows we’re coming. I already texted her.” Blaine reaches down and squeezes his hand. “Why are you so worried?”

It’s hard to read his expression with the sunglasses. “I don’t know. I just don’t like being late.” He huffs, crossing his arms sternly. “Do you have to sign every teenage girl’s autograph after the curtain closes?”

“Uh, yes?” Blaine squints at him. “That’s part of the job, Kurt.”

“Yes, but everyones? We’re late because of it.”

“They’re fans,” Blaine frowns, joining his husband in waving for a taxi. “How would you have liked it if you went to the stage door for your favorite show back when we lived in Ohio, and your favorite actor didn’t even take the time to sign your playbill?”

“You don’t have to sign every single one of them, you know, is all I’m saying. And you certainly don’t have to sign more than your name, unlike the paragraphs that you like to write,” Kurt scowls, waving his arms up and down. “TAXI!”

“A lot of them are from out of town! I just want to make their first Broadway experience memorable.”

“Half of them are from New York and come to every single show you give! TAXI!”

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