so happy to have kurt back

Lana Del Rey - Grazia (France) - July 2017

A rough translation of the Grazia interview, which was originally translated in French so a few things might have been lost in the process.

Interviewer: When did you start working on this new album [Lust For Life]?

Lana Del Rey: The day I finished the last one, Honeymoon. It must have been in August, two years ago. I was happy I had recorded an album which has more rock vibes, Ultraviolence, and then one with more blues, one which is sadder, Honeymoon. I felt like I needed to go back to the 60’s and the 70’s, with more pop inclinations. I thought about the Shangri-Las, their harmonies, their playful spirit. Then, after achieving the three quarters of the record, I also felt like doing something more folk, deeper in my heart. I had Joni Mitchell’s Court and Spark in mind. Eventually, I listened to a lot of the Beatles and that’s why I asked Sean Lennon (Yoko and John Lennon’s only son) to sing with me. This is why this album, unlike the others, had more shifts and switches.

Int: You change perspective, points of view?

LDR: Exactly. I grow up with my records, I feel a shift inside and I try to do a chronicle of it. Earlier today, I was listening to one of my tracks, Beautiful People, and words like “blood” or “planet” struck me: I had never used them before. I feel like I’m seeing things with more distance, without completely detaching myself from it. I’m happy about that.

Int: You talk about Joni Mitchell. What do you borrow from her?

LDR: Her way of telling stories. How she expresses her inwardness and the dialogues she has with herself. I like the fact that she was a painter but she couldn’t help but become a musician. And then, I love the region of Laurel Canyon. With my friends, Jonathan Wilson and Father John Misty, we established a true musical community, sort of like the one Joni and her friends had.

Int: Honeymoon was a bit cathartic. It ended with a cover of Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood, like the full stop of something. Was there a new beginning after it?

LDR: I liked the idea of doing a Nina Simone cover and more specifically this song and its message; I often hoped not to be misunderstood, while not knowing what to do to avoid it. This last year, I realized that people judge me for the wrong reasons. They prejudge me a lot. It took me seven years to learn how to deal with it. There were frustrating moments, obviously, especially after the first album. Afterwards, it didn’t really matter anymore.

Int: Do you feel lonely? Have you ever felt the need to be guided?

LDR: I have, I didn’t know what it was like to be guided. But during the past two years in LA, I met a lot of good musicians, I felt a sort of familiarity (camaraderie) with them. Suddenly, I had more people around me, people to call, to tell about what I had just done and ask them how their week went as well. I don’t put things in front of the mirror anymore. Half of the songs have something light in them, they’re less reflective and less about the way I see myself. I didn’t really address a particular audience in the previous records. But this year, I wanted to change my point of view, to speak to others, to a younger generation. That’s what must happen when you grow older…

Int: Do you observe the others more?

LDR: I’m more settled in reality. I go out, I blend more with the others. After having been too intellectual, too existentialist… Although, compared to my friends, I’m the most quiet. I don’t have to make myself heard excessively anymore.

Int: Tomorrow Never Came recalls the Beatles. We hear you sing with Sean Lennon. How did you get the idea?

LDR: I sang the chorus to my producer and he added a few chords. I thought about T. Rex, and I was looking for something more relaxed, more live. It led me to a melody resembling the Beatles. I asked someone to get me Sean Lennon’s number; I wanted to have his voice with mine. We facetimed, and it worked right away between us. He was very encouraging.

Int: The song seems to reflect on a rough time, which is behind you now though…

LDR: Yes, absolutely. Without being able to say what it is, though. That’s why I didn’t want to sing it alone. Aesthetically, I wanted this title to have a 60’s sound, completely, without any modern mediation. It really mattered to me because it fully fit in with me, and I wanted to express it that way, directly.

Int: One track, God Bless America, is about the USA. It is political and in relation to the election of Donald Trump. How do this era and politics influence you?

LDR: The song is about America and the women in it. In the studio, where I go every day, I have conversations about the country with my producer and my sound engineers… And it all just sort of came out. I didn’t feel like I had to say something but it would have been weird if I hadn’t. That was my feeling. It was also about me going out more, listening and talking about it. One thing that always came up with my friends was whether or not it was time to move to Paris! It was our favorite brunch conversation after the election. I especially felt the tremor, the fact that American women were mobilizing against everything that was said.

Int: We can see you’re freer in this album, not quite the tormented lover anymore.

LDR: In the previous albums, I felt split into two parts, torn. Then, I took position, chose easier ways, not to be confronted to difficult experiences anymore. I decided to have more friends, more fun.

Int: What sparked that decision?

LDR: All my previous bad experiences came back to me all of a sudden. And I had enough. I decided to change. And there wasn’t a thing this year I wasn’t certain about. It’s new for me. Something in my personal life changed and it led to a musical shift. And it was for the best, in the right artistic direction. To be in a relationship, it’s very energizing at first. But when the end comes near, only the negative energy remains… And I don’t want to go through that again. In this particular case, if I had known before that it would be this way, I would have run right away. I lived the same thing too many times, even with friends and professional relationships: from now on, I’ll never let anyone surreptitiously take control of who I am anymore. I’ll run at the first sign a relationship can become this bad. That said, sometimes, you have to go and reach the end of things, you have to be able to finish a record, a love affair…

Int: Did you ever have to fight for your integrity?

LDR: To take the right decisions, yes, but never to be the person I am. That was established from the start. When I wrote Video Games, I had to be strong and assured, I sang very directly. Now, I feel different. Back then, that’s what made me happy because that’s all I knew. But it wasn’t enough.

Int: Do you still have some tutelary figures?

LDR: I was lucky to read Bob Dylan, to understand his process and his way of doing things. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with him… He’s my hero. And I want to clarify, I am in no way putting myself at his level. He’s all the way up there for me. Like Kurt Cobain, despite his sad passing: his way of capturing melodies which seem to come out of the air around you… It’s the ultimate cool.

An Unlikely Pairing

Originally posted by cisco--ramon

Summary: (Unrequested) Your boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe, shows up at school one day.

A/N: Just a one-shot I thought of, nothing too special about this one. Again, from my old blog

You sat in the Glee Club room with everyone else as you were waiting for the school day to start, the room had become your hangout place. Everyone was talking, until a sudden presence in the doorway quieted everyone.

“I still hate the stench of public schools.” Your boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe.

“Oh my god, what is Satan doing here?” Santana groans with a pointed stare at Sebastian as he enters the room.

“Well, I have the day off, and I thought I’d come and see my competition. Well, you’d technically only be competition if you even had a chance at winning. But that’s besides the point. I also came here to see my girlfriend.” He leans against the piano, waiting for the reaction.

Blaine, your brother, who is currently the only person at McKinley who knows about your relationship, groans. Everyone hears him but pays little attention, instead murmuring  to themselves.

“But why is he here?” Sebastian looks at you and winks while everyone is distracted. He knows you haven’t told New Directions that you two are dating.

“I thought he was gay.”

“No, actually. I’m 100% straight. It’s just fun to flirt with guys.” Sebastian chimes in, still leaning against the piano.

“If you’re here to see your girlfriend, why are you standing around here?” Mercedes questions him, and Sebastian just looks at you.

“Guys,” you sigh. “Sebastian is my boyfriend.”

“WHAT?” They all shout at once.

“You’re dating Satan?” Santana asks you.

“Y/N he’s the enemy.” Kurt admonishes, his deep distrust of Sebastian showing.

“Yes, we’re dating. And relax, we’ve been dating for a while, if something bad was going to happen it would have already happened. Have the Warblers even tried to sabotage us recently?”

“Blaine, you knew about this?” People start to question him, and he gets defensive.

“Guys, guys, don’t pin this on Blaine, I told him not to tell you.” Sebastian takes his chance to move from the piano and stride languidly towards the group, taking a chair and sitting in it backwards, so the back of the chair is facing them and his long legs are slung on either side.

“Look, I know you guys don’t like me. I don’t expect you to. Well, I expect one of you to.” Sebastian looks at you and winks, giving a proud smirk when he makes you blush. “But I mean, I decided to spend my entire day off with my girlfriend at her…poor excuse for a school.” He shudders slightly and looks around with disgust at the last phrase but continues. “Plus, you all know me, I can be ruthless, cold, I’d go as far as heartless even. But I love Y/N, I mean ask Blaine he’s seen us.”

“It’s true, it’s actually kind of sickening sometimes how they are together.” You get up from your chair and go to Sebastian, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the chair.

“Heyyy, can we talk? Okay great, come on.” Once you’ve successfully gotten him into the hallway (how does he manage to walk so smoothly even when he’s pulled?) you stick your head back into the room.

“Just a sec.” You close the door, unaware that they could still see you through the window. All is quiet in the room as they try to hear you and Sebastian.

“Why did you come, Sebastian?”

“What, no ‘happy to see you’ kiss?” He smirks, and you reach up on your tiptoes to quickly kiss him, but he catches you and deepens the kiss, taking a step forward to close the gap. You respond immediately, intensifying the kiss until you have to break away to air.


“Oh. My. God.” Kurt is the first to speak, saying what was on everyone’s mind.

“I feel like I have to go wash out my eyes.” Brittany comments, and people murmur their agreement.

“I’m the one that has to deal with this all the time, guys.” Blaine says, and people all apologize.

“Shhh, they’re talking again.” Mercedes quiets them.


“But seriously, Sebastian. Why did you come?”

“Because I want to spend the day with my girlfriend. Even if it means being inside a public school.”

You smirk, a habit you developed from Sebastian. He smirks to himself, pleased that he was rubbing off on you.

“Well that’s nice of you. But please, don’t be a jerk to them.”

“I’ll try. But only because I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss him again, quickly this time, and head back into the room.

“We’re back.” You announce, as you sit back down in your chair and Sebastian takes the one next to you.

“Fine, just please don’t make out like that again.” Rachel says. “It was disturbing.”

“No promises.” Is all Sebastian says as he takes your hand, pulling gently. You concede, getting up from your chair and going to sit in his lap, turned so you can see him like you usually do. You see people looking at you, but you give them a few pointed stares before settling in and talking to Sebastian.

“Does this always happen?” Kurt questions Blain.

“Unfortunately, yes. But you should see him with her, he’s different. He cares about her.” He motions for the group to gather at the other side of the room while you talk to Sebastian.

“Guys, I know you may not like Sebastian, but Y/N really does, and he likes her.”

“Okay, well I don’t see any problem with it. Besides, it’s not our business to be involved in her relationship, as long as they’re both happy. The most we can do is be accepting.” Mercedes says, and everyone agrees.

“If Y/N gets hurt though, I’m kicking his ass.” Santana adds, and people agree again. The group disperses, and turns to see you and Sebastian kissing again, like you were in the hallway.

“Oh my god the images.” Artie says and covers his eyes.

“Y/N, please. I’m your brother I don’t need to see that.” Blaine says as the group comes to stand in front of you and Sebastian. You pull away, both you and Sebastian looking at the group in front of you. Mercedes is the first to speak.

“Y/N it’s come to our attention that you’re dating Sebastian, and although he is ‘the enemy’, we wanted to say we’re happy for you. Just please, don’t kiss like that in front of us.” You get up from Sebastian’s lap, and hug Mercedes.

“Thanks you guys, that means so much.” Santana walks over to Sebastian and looms in front of him.

“If you hurt her, I will hurt you pretty boy, so treat her right.” Sebastian just stands up and adjusts his shirt.

“I already do.” He comes over to you, grabbing your hand and gently pulling.

“Come on, Babe. You can give me a tour of this wretched place. Or we can go get coffee.”

“Fine,” you acquiesce, with a hint of a smile. “See you guys later!” You call out as the door shuts behind you.

“They really are good together.” Quinn comments as everyone sits down again.

“Yes, they are.” A chorus of people respond.

Such a Fucking Angel

Summary: Warren is starstruck from the moment he first sees you, but refuses to act on it. This leaves Jubilee and Kurt to concoct a plan that’s so crazy it just might work. 

Request:  Hi! How are you? I have a request, if that’s okay, could u do a Warren Worthington III x reader, please? Where the reader is a cute klutz who curses like a marine (or is it a fishman?). Anyway, thank you in advance.

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x Reader 

Word count: 2208 

A/N: We’ve been working on this for a while, and tada! It’s finally here!! I apologize to everyone who was waiting for this fic, but I hope you enjoy it!! (other requests are being worked on now!! it might take a bit but they’ll be out as we can get them done!) 

Originally posted by mfspaint

The sky was clear the first day he saw you. 

Warren Worthington III had transferred to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters during the summer, to properly settle and prepare for the new year. 

His third day there, the sun was beating down, the sky was empty, and he’d chosen to take a walk. His wings were folded close to his back, and he’d stuck his thumbs in the belt loops of his shorts. Warren brought a hand up to tug at his collar, which somehow felt tighter in the midsummer heat.

It was just then that he heard a loud thunk, and an oddly assorted set of curses.


Warren followed the source of the noises, eyebrows furrowed. A confused smile tugged at his lips.

“Does anything hurt you at this point? Like actually?” Kitty Pryde laughed, offering her hand to you. You took it gratefully, pulling yourself up with her help. 

Warren swallowed, eyes trailing up your figure as you dusted yourself off.

 “Well, at this point it hurts my ego more than it hurts me.” You blinked a few times, choosing to wait out the slight buzzy feeling in your head. As your vision focused, you saw a blond boy with white wings. He was staring at you uneasily.

You couldn’t have died. Could you

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i have this HC that jubilee was so happy to see the guys n’ gals that went to cairo when they came back safely that she tackle-hugged them all… and they all appreciated it, but kurt did the most… so every time he comes back home from an x-mission she makes sure to go find him when the x-jet’s landed.

at least until she passes her own eX-am and gets to be an x-man too. then she can just look out for him on the job.

Camping with the X-Men - Wolverine x Reader

Summary : Logan (your boyfriend) decides to take all of the X-Men on a camping trip. Alright then… 

Just some love for the X-Men really, wanted to write something with (some of) the gang. Warning for langage, and also, slightly NSFW. As usual I’m like “meh, it’s kinda shit” (uhuh), but I still hope you’ll like it : 

(My masterlist blog here :


The sound of your laughter fills yours and Logan’s bedroom as your boyfriend announces to you that he just told all the X-Men he planned a camping trip for them. 

Right. Like that would ever happened. When he was off to go camping in the wild, he wouldn’t take even you sometimes, so everyone ? Suuuuuuure. 

But as you start to calm yourself from your giggly fit, and you’re face with a very serious Wolverine, you start to doubt your convictions. 

-Wait…You’re serious ?

He nods. 

-You want us to camp…all together ? 


-Like, everyone, we go out and we put our tents up, and we make a bond fire and all of that ? 

-That’s the idea.

-…Even Scott ? 

-Even Scott. 

-Even Emma ? 

-Even Emma. 


-Everyone !

-Everyone ?


-…Everyone ?

-YES goddammit, how many times are you gonna make me repeat myself ? Everyone but the students of course. They’re all going on a field trip to the Sh’iar imperium.

-So, us, all the teachers, the X-men…We’re going…Camping ? 

-Yes (Y/N), we’re going camping. All of us. 

Worried, you walk to your boyfriend and, even though you knew it was impossible that he’d have a fever, you lay the back of your hand on his forehead, just to check if he was warmer than usual you know. 

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“That Can Only Mean One Thing” - Kurt/Blaine

please disregard the clunky title I literally listened to nothing but Hotline Bling on repeat the entire time I was writing this

Inspired by – don’t click if you’d rather be surprised! – this post, have young twentysomethings Kurt and Blaine working together in the offices, with a side order of Rachel Berry and Adam Crawford and a dash of “social media mishap” for dessert

4300 words | AO3

“Kurt, where are you? You know I have an extremely limited amount of time between my diction class and my next rehearsal.”

“Rachel, I would be able to meet up with you a lot faster if you didn’t call me every two minutes! I texted you that I was still finishing up. You could’ve just texted me back. Or relaxed and waited like a normal person,” Kurt hisses into his phone, hurrying down the hallway of the offices with a stack of thin files in one arm. Stress has been high ever since he clocked in this morning, the lifestyle and entertainment department working to finish up preparations for the party happening the following night.

“You would’ve ignored me if I texted! I would have gone ahead to the restaurant if I’d known you would be late–”

“You still could,” Kurt mutters. “The funny thing about having a job is that sometimes, important things come up that are out of your control. You wouldn’t know anything about that, but you could at least be sympathetic.”

Rachel’s voice is getting louder, but also echoing in a strange way that makes Kurt pull the phone away from his ear. “Kurt, I don’t think I’m being unreasonable here–”

“You? Unreasonable? Never.”

“–but, honestly,” she continues, suddenly turning down the hallway towards him and ending the call to confront him in person, “I thought having a job like this would make you more prompt.”

“Scratch that,” Kurt sighs, closing his eyes so that he can’t see Rachel tapping the toe of her knee-high black boots impatiently. “Who let you in?”

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Morning Surprises l Jeff Hardy l

Summary: After Raw you and your boyfriend go back to the hotel, and Jeff is in the mood but you are very tired from being in the main event for the Raw’s Women’s title, after you shower and change you quickly fall asleep and the next morning, you wake up to a surprise.

(A/N: There will always be a A/N, before every imagine and i am so sorry for these being short like im trying not to write all short and shit, also like if you don’t like a lot of cussing don’t read any of my stories - XOXO FinnBalorBae)

Warnings: Smut

Originally posted by lunaticskingslayer

It was already 45 minutes into the main event on Raw and you and Sasha were both drained out, you were both just throwing blows at each others, both weak but still determined to win. 

It was the day after Summerslam and you were called up from NXT to challenge Sasha Banks to the Raw Women’s Title. It’s almost the end of the show and yet you both were still fighting strong until you finally gained some energy and started hitting her repeatedly in the face until she fell on the floor.

You had enough energy as you started screaming and hitting at the mat as you backed into a corner, everyone knew what you were setting up for. Sasha stood up and looked around the ring and you ran full force at her and speared her to the mat as you pinned her.

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First Meeting Your Family // Glee Preference

Originally posted by altered--gleerpg

Puck would never admit it, but he was terrified to meet your parents. He wanted to make a good first impression but he never really was great with people older than him. So for the first half of the night, he was acted like he was meeting the President and his family, but he soon became more comfortable and less formal as your family warmed up to him.


Originally posted by klainecrisscolfer12

Your family loved Kurt the moment they laid eyes on him. He was his usual bubbly, funny, and happy self which made it easy for everyone to have a good night at dinner.


Originally posted by anderivera

It’s no secret Blaine is a charmer, so when he strolled up to your house with his hair expertly gelled back and his bow tie, your family took an immediate fondness to him. He spent the evening telling stories and looking at embarrassing baby photos of you, and he couldn’t have had a better time

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Color me your color (Jane/Kurt)

A/N: Hi guys! Another idea that just begged to be written regarding that 2 year time jump. I hope you guys like it! For everyone who is reading my fics here, thank you so much! This fandom is amazing and it makes me very happy to contribute to it somehow. 

Special thanks to these girls for beta reading it: @206bonesaddicted​​ and @tigers-echo-wild . Your suggestions and corrections are everything! It makes my life so much easier having you two covering my back.

Title from “Call Me” by Blondie (thank you, Olia!) link:

Slightly M.

Color me your color

It was the day after stopping Sandstorm and they were lying on the couch.

Kurt had his back against it and Jane was in front of him, her whole body pressed against his. Their legs were tangled and his arms around her, his hands resting on her stomach.

They were watching a movie, or trying to, since Kurt was more interested in pressing kisses on her cheek which made Jane giggle and not pay any attention to the tv.

“I thought you wanted to watch this movie?” - She teased, snuggling more into him.

“I did but you are so much better than any movie.” - He said seductively, one of his hands traveling down and then beneath her shirt.

He started to lazily touch her bare skin, his hands slowly going up to her torso. She fell silent, her eyes closed and her breath quickened at the feel of his warm hand on her. They were together for less than a day and she was already addicted to his touch.

He was almost reaching her breast when her phone rang, startling them and breaking the moment.

Kurt loosened his arms a bit so she could lean forward and reach the offending noise on the coffee table. It could be Hirst wanting to talk to her about something related to her new ID documents and that was the only reason he stopped what he was previously doing.

He felt Jane tense as she looked at the caller ID and he was about to ask her if she thought it might be Roman when her voice and the person she greeted on the phone cut him off.

“Hi, Oliver.”

For the first time, Kurt wondered what happened between the two of them. He was one hundred percent sure it was over or Jane would never have kissed him in that holding cell days ago, let alone declare herself to him. She wasn’t that type of person.

He was pleasantly surprised when instead of getting out of his arms to have more privacy, she decided to resume their previous position. He pulled her to him a little tighter than before, resting his head behind hers so he wouldn’t hear Oliver’s side of the conversation.

“I’m fine. We are all fine.”

Kurt’s mind went back to the day she timidly admitted she was going out on a hot date. He remembered smiling at her while his heart had clenched at the idea of her with another man. It took everything in him to turn his back and walk away from her. All he wanted to do in that moment was crush her to him and never let her go. He didn’t have the right back then but he sure as hell did now.

And he’d be damned if he’d ever let her go.

He opened a smile as his lips pressed a kiss to her nape and she shivered, her free hand smacking his arm that was around her waist. Her reaction only encouraged him to distract her further.

“I’m not at the office right now. We got days off.” - She felt Kurt’s hand going under her shirt - his intended target very clear - and she closed her eyes, trying desperately to focus on what Oliver was saying. - “I’m not at my house either.”

She bit back a moan as his hand covered her breast.

“I’m sorry, Oliver, but I can’t.” - She nearly lost it when she felt Kurt’s mouth suck at the pulse point in her neck while rolling her nipple between his fingers at the same time. - “We can’t… I can’t…” - God, she was not trained to withstand this kind of torture. His tongue was drawing patterns in her skin and his other hand was so very slowly entering her panty, almost touching her where she needed him the most. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think and she really needed to end this phone call. - “I’m with someone else.”

Kurt’s finger teased her between her legs and he couldn’t help the grunt that escaped him at how ready she was for him. Her lips were pressed together as she desperately tried to not make a sound.

“Thank you. I hope you are too. Goodbye, Oliver.”

Jane threw the phone on the floor and was about to tell Kurt he would pay for this later when his finger penetrated her. A moan came out instead and she was glad she could finally make the sound without worrying about people other than Kurt hearing it.

“Yes, you are.” - He whispered in her ear, pumping her deliciously slow. His other hand was still working her breasts.  


“You are with someone else. With me.”

She only nodded, unable to form any coherent sentence. He added another finger and soon she was pushed over the edge, his name a cry in her lips. How could she had spent so long without this? Without him?

He waited as she came back down and when her breathing started to stabilize, he turned her around to face him. His hand cupped her jaw, his thumb softly caressing her cheek and when she opened her eyes, he smiled at her.

“Hi.” - He murmured, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. - “You okay there?”

“I’m perfect.” - She captured his mouth again, devouring it without a care in the world. His hands found her waist, lifting her until she was on top of him. She let out a moan at how hard he was, making him moan in return as she wiggled her hips against him.

Jane.” - She thought the way he said her name before they were intimate would always be her favorite sound until she heard him saying it in that husky, sexy, low voice of his.

She pushed his underwear out of the way, then her own and without warning or delay, she sank into him, taking him all in.

“God, Jane!”

She grinned slyly, her hands on his chest as she started to move up and down. She tried to keep a slow rhythm but their need for one another built fast and soon they were crying each other’s name out as their orgasms overtook them.

She slumped against his chest, her breathing faltering. They stayed in silence for minutes, just enjoying each other, until Kurt’s stomach rumbled loudly and they both laughed.

“Come on.” - He gently pushed her off him, got up from the couch and also helped her on her feet. - “I’ll make us lunch.”

Their conversation during lunch was filled with light, fun topics. They planned their night activities, which involved going out for their first official date. They talked about their friends and laughed at their hasty departure the day before all over again, Jane almost chocking on her water as their faces and terrible excuses came to mind. So, they made a deal to throw another party for their friends someday soon. But all the while, Kurt kept himself from discussing what he wanted to know the most: her unexpected phone call and its caller.

It wasn’t until they were in the balcony enjoying the view, Jane in front of him, his arms on both sides of her, when he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“So you and Oliver…” - He trailed off and waited as Jane turned around.

“He dumped me.” - She said simply, shrugging her shoulders. There wasn’t a trace of sadness or regret in her face.

“He is an idiot.”

Jane laughed, shaking her head.

“Are you sure you are letting him go? He’s more successful and well-adjusted than I’ll ever be.” - He teased, knowing her answer. He didn’t doubt for a second he and Jane belonged together. Oliver and his perfect life and his perfect face could be damned.

“I don’t care about how successful he is. And if I wanted a well-adjusted life, I wouldn’t have chosen to stay here. With you.” - Her eyes were playfully glistening but her face was dead serious. She meant every single word.

He nodded and as he gazed down at the woman in his arms, he felt lucky for the thousandth time. If she had decided to leave, he had no idea what he would have done with his life.

She noted his suddenly serious expression and she used her hands to frame his face, bringing his attention back to her.

“I love you, Kurt Weller.” - She hesitated, not sure if it was too soon to say what she wanted to. Looking into his eyes, she saw everything she felt reflecting back at her, encouraging her to open up to him. - “More than anything.” - Or anyone.

He opened his mouth but not a sound came out. He instantly remembered another conversation in what seemed to be another lifetime. How much had changed ever since. How much had they overcome to be where they were right now. He had no idea how she could forgive him but he wouldn’t waste this chance.

“I love you, Jane Doe.” - He pressed his forehead against hers. - “More than anything.”

Not Much of a Looker (Part 2)

Originally posted by rswinther

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Not Much of a Looker (Part 2)

Part 1:

Prompt: Several of you. Like literally all of you. Hope you like it! :)

After two months of living at the Mansion, you fell into a routine. Every morning, Jean or Ororo would walk you down the stairs for breakfast, and then Kurt would pop in, usually a few minutes later. After that, the two of you would be inseparable. Not quite dating (yet) but certainly more than friends.

After every class, he would teleport to you so he could walk you to the next one. You ended up eating lunch and dinner with him and the others pretty much every day.

And you noticed something while living at Xavier’s. For once in your life, you weren’t an outcast. Even though you couldn’t see, the others did their best to help you in every way and make you feel comfortable and welcome.

You were walking to lunch, latching to Kurt’s arm, as you usually did, when Hank stopped you. He was your science teacher, and it had come up in discussion the day before that your mutation was the reason you were blind.

“Hey (Y/N), can I talk to you for a second?” he asked.

“Sure,” You replied, stopping. “What’s up?”

“Well um,” Hank started. “The discussion we had in class yesterday about your mutation blinding you really gave me an idea. I use a serum to suppress my powers temporarily. I’m not saying it’s a guaranteed fix, but I could make a solution that works for a few hours maybe.”

“You’re saying you could give me my sight, even for a few hours?”

“Theoretically, yes.” Hank nodded. “It’s not guaranteed, but I think it could work.”

“Thank you so, so much!” You said excitedly. Kurt smiled a little, but his smile faded when he realized what this meant. No longer would you have a vague image of what he looked like. You would see him in all of his blue, three-fingered, red-eyed glory.

He walked with you down to lunch and both of you sat with the others. Your smile gave away your good news, so you shared it with the others.

“So you might be able to see?” Jean asked, smiling. You nodded excitedly. “That’s great, (Y/N)!”

“I can’t wait to put the faces to the voices,” You said. Kurt still looked distant, but didn’t say anything. Jean took a peek in his mind and looked at him with sympathy. She knew how each of you felt about eachother, but didn’t want to intervene.

“So when might this happen?” asked Peter. “When do you get to see how attractive I am?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure. But I can’t wait!”

“I bet,” Scott smiled.


It was a few days later that Hank came to you with a little briefcase. He took you to his office, a few of your friends standing there to meet you, officially, for the first time. Kurt, Scott, Jean, Ororo, Peter, and Jubilee all stood there waiting in anticipation as Hank slid the needle into your arm and squeezed the medication into your veins.

You closed your eyes. They stung a little, but nothing too serious. You blinked, tears forming in the newly functioning eyes. As soon as the medicine took effect, you heard a *bamf*. You rubbed your eyes. Everything was fuzzy, but things began to come into focus.

You looked around at the mutants standing in front of you and started guessing their names.

“You’ve gotta be Peter,” You pointed to him first. The silver hair was a dead giveaway. “And you’re Jean, right?”

“Yep,” she smiled.

“Ororo, Jubilee, Scott…” you listed, pointing to each one. You looked around. “Where’s…Where’s Kurt?”

“He teleported out a few seconds ago,” Scott said.


“I think I know why,” Ororo shook her head.

“So do I,” Jean nodded.


“Right there,” Jean pointed from the steps of the mansion. Kurt was sitting at the fountain, staring at his reflection. His tail swayed back and forth, and the wind ruffled his black and blue hair.

“Which one?” You asked. As it was a Saturday and the courtyard was flooded with students.

“The blue one,” She smiled. Your eyes found him.

“Awwwww, he’s so cute!” You gushed. “I don’t know what he’s so worried about.”

“Go get him, tiger,” Peter patted your shoulder. You made your way across the courtyard, walking down the path. The other kids stopped to look. They all knew who you were, and here you were without anyone to guide you.

“Hey there,” You said quietly. Kurt turned, jumping in surprise.

“I see you found me.”

“I did,” you motioned to the others on the stairs. “With some help.”

“So…I’m ‘not much of a looker’ as Peter says, ja?”

“Kurt, you are the cutest. Literally. You are so, so cute. I don’t know what you’re so worried about. I mean, after all, blue is my favorite color. And it looks so, so good on you.” You told him. He smiled, heat rising to his cheeks. He felt like he might melt.

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do,” You smiled, happy tears running down your cheeks. “I have been waiting forever to see you,”

“Oh, don’t cry, liebe,” he pulled you into his arms, holding you tight.

“They’re happy tears,” you laughed, sniffling.

“Ich liebe dich,” Kurt whispered so softly you barely heard it.

“I love you too, blue,” you smiled, hands rubbing his back. He gasped softly.

“You know German?”

“Only a little, and I only learned so I could tell you that I love you in your own language.” You confessed.

“So are ve…?”

“Dating? If you want to,” You told him. “But I’m still going to need you to be my seeing eye man.”

“Vhy is zhat?” he asked softly. You pulled out of the hug to look at him, lifting your hand to touch his cheek. He smiled, and you took in all of the details of his face, every intricate design. You tried to memorize every facet of him.

“It’s already going away,” You sighed sadly, vision beginning to blur. He stared at you, wide-eyed.

“Zhen let me do zhis vhile you can still see me,” Kurt said.

“Do what?” you asked, but you were cut off my a pair of soft blue lips. He kissed you softly, passionately, like he would never get another chance. His three-fingered hands held your cheeks, thumbs softly stroking your skin as the colorful world around you faded to black once again.

anonymous asked:

What do you think happens to Veronica post Heathers? I mean obviously she would be traumatized by the whole experience but do you think she would've eventually married someone? Or would've committed suicide or died young or something like other people have suggested?

Aahhh I’m sorry I never answered this I forgot lmao.
I think it would be hard as fuck at first, obviously. She’s clearly very resilient, so I think she wouldn’t crumble completely; she’d still finish school, get into college, keep her life going, etc. but it would take her a while to get completely back to her usual self.
I think she would have nightmares like craaazyyy. Dreaming about him blowing up, about killing Kurt and Heather and Ram, about the school blowing up, etc. I also think she would have really good dreams; dreams where everything is okay, and he’s alive, and they’re happy. And waking up from those dreams would be awful for her.
After a few years I think she would be ready to move on. Some people say she’d move on with Heather M or even Martha, but I don’t think so. I think she would want to distance herself from Sherwood and Westerburg completely, with the exception of Martha, who has been her best friend since even before school. She would want a totally fresh start with new people and new places.
She’ll probably find someone, and she would want them to be NOTHING like JD. Not because she doesn’t love what he was, but because it would be super painful for her to be reminded of him. She’s trying her best to forget him and stop missing him, and being with someone who reminded her of him would make it really hard for her to move on.
She’ll also never have the same kind of love with anyone that she had with him. She’ll fall in love and it will be sweet and nice and comfortable and happy, but it won’t be passionate and intense and consuming like it was with him. (Also lbr she’ll never have sex like that again rip)
She’ll move on, but there will always be a part of her, in the back of her mind, that wonders what if?? What if everything had been okay and they were together and she was married to him instead of her current spouse?? Would she be happier?? (She ignores the part of her brain that yells YES)
And idk, since it seems that ghosts are a thing in the heathers world (supposing they weren’t just in Veronica’s head) I wanna believe that she and JD would be together again when she does (as an old lady but then once she’s dead her soul/ ghost is 17 again cry) and be happy in heaven or w/ever!!


Can we please talk about how much this hurt’s me please because *internally screams AHRGH* Look at the way he looks at his wings and realises that he’s no longer able to fight so they’ll most likely kill him because he’s not their star fighter anymore, he’s useless to them// The wings thats kept him alive and is probably the only reason he’s alive right now, that he’s learnt to love so much after his childhood, the thing that probably makes him happy?? The realisation on his face just kills me// It was right on where the wing connects to his back an you know he’s not going do anything about it apart from sit there even though he’s in so much pain mentally and physically. i havE SO MANY EMOTIONS 

Teenage Dream

A/N: I don’t own Glee, or anything you might recognize here.

“Get out,” David laughed, and lightly cuffed Wes’ shoulder as he smiled at Blaine. “I can’t believe either of you are even talking about this.”

“Well, last year they spied on Vocal Adrenaline,” Blaine reasoned, spreading his hands wide.

“How is it you know this, exactly?” Wes asked.

“Show choir blogs,” Blaine reminded him, nodding.

David straightened in his chair and glanced at Wes. “Blaine, the Council appreciates your concern, but we don’t think they would do that here.”

Wes frowned, then nodded his agreement. “The Warblers’ performances are available to anyone who searches for them online. Why take the risk?”

“They don’t know our set list, or some of the changes this year,” Blaine countered.

David and Wes shared a look. The Warblers had evolved somewhat since Blaine joined them, introducing more movement (some of which could even be called choreography). But the basic Warblers’ recipe, of flawless a cappella harmonies, sung in their usual school uniforms, hadn’t budged. They’d had a lead singer for a few years, though not one as charismatic as their newest one.

“If it happens, we’ll know what to do,” Wes stated.

“When they go low, we go high,” David quoted.

“I guess you’re right, guys. Thanks for listening.” Blaine felt a bit disappointed that they hadn’t shown much interest in countering the newest serious competition in their region.

“Any time, Blaine,” David smiled. “See you at rehearsal.”

a few days later …

Blaine rushed down the stairs, checking his watch needlessly; the bustle ahead of him told him he was in danger of running late for the special performance.

“Excuse me, um, can I ask you a question? I’m new here.”

Blaine turned around, and saw the boy with the unfamiliar voice. His appearance was as unusual as his voice was: wearing what looked like a vintage Dalton uniform, beautiful eyes, and a lovely face to go with them. “My name is Blaine.” He reached out to shake hands, unable to take his eyes off the … intruder! This guy wasn’t new here, Blaine knew: all new students were assigned buddies, and any new student mid-year would have had the place buzzing hours ago. He cocked an eyebrow, and wondered if maybe his suspicions that McKinley’s glee club would send out spies had come true. A quick glance confirmed that whoever this was, he was alone here.

“Kurt,” the boy gave his name. “So, what exactly is going on?”

Blaine couldn’t help but smile back. Kurt’s smile was so cute, and he hoped to hear more of his voice. “The Warblers. Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the Senior Commons.” He added with a wink, “tends to shut the school down for a while.” Blaine glanced at his classmates as they headed that way.

“So, wait, the glee club here is kind of cool?” Kurt asked.

Blaine grinned, enjoying this exchange. “The Warblers are like … rock stars.” Okay, he thought, maybe that was a bit strong, but they were a beloved institution at Dalton. He saw Kurt’s eyebrows rise at this. While he wished he could have talked to Kurt longer, he knew he had run out of time. Chewing a bit on his lip, he decided to take an alternate route, to avoid leading Kurt through the school in a crowd. Wes had reminded him before to keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Well, Kurt was adorable, alone, and didn’t seem like a threat; but if he was right about him being a spy, he wanted him right where he could see him, and the inspiration that landed next made him smile. “Come on,” he reached out and grabbed an incredulous-looking Kurt’s hand, “I know a short cut.”

He led an unprotesting Kurt down a deserted hallway; one he liked to read in when he wanted a quiet nook with natural light. In those few seconds, grasping Kurt’s hand, he became aware of another thought: that it would be obvious to anyone from Dalton that the boy did not fit in, that he was vulnerable. Well, if his plan worked out, Kurt would be safe enough, he reasoned, arriving at the doorway with him just in time.

“Ooh, I stick out like a sore thumb,” Kurt breathed, looking around at the crowd.

“Next time, don’t forget your jacket, ‘new kid’” he winked again, and reached over to straighten out Kurt’s lapel. “You’ll fit right in.” He ducked towards the Warblers, nodded, and said quietly, “now, if you’ll excuse me,” and turned to take his place as their leader.

Blaine smiled broadly, as he sang the opening lines of their arrangement.

Before you met me, I was all right, but things were kinda heavy,

You brought me to life, now every February, you’ll be my Valentine, Valentine.

Blaine made eye contact briefly with Wes, and wondered if Wes caught it: that he’d found an intruder to their school, who was probably a McKinley spy. He danced with his fellow Warblers, though in the crowded Common Room they had to scale it back a bit. Whenever possible, he gazed at Kurt, singing right at him. An invitation? A challenge? He smiled at himself as he realized he was flirting, but Kurt didn’t seem to mind. Blaine noticed that his schoolmates were thoroughly into the performance, bopping around and dancing a bit as he performed. He didn’t even care if they noticed that he seemed to be singing for Kurt alone.

Then David was singing beside him, and from his smile and knowing glance towards Kurt, Blaine wondered how much David had guessed. He preened, enjoying pointing at Kurt (and having to suppress a snigger at doing such a Coop move!).

I’ma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans,

Be your teenage dream tonight

Blaine was pleased. The Warblers had never sounded so good, and if they had planned on intimidating the competition, they couldn’t have picked a better piece. Singing a recent song, originally sung by girl, and totally owning it, he was proud of his team, and happy with his own performance. Kurt, he noticed, looked more relaxed as the song went on, noticing the crowd less, and (maybe?) getting lost in the performance, smiling back at him encouragingly. How, he wondered, did they find such a cute spy to send to Dalton?

He hammed it up on the last chorus, as the guys let loose with their fullest volume. He added in a double point at himself with the “look at me” line, nodding at Kurt as they finished, and happy that he applauded as enthusiastically as anyone else in the room.

Blaine almost lost sight of Kurt, surrounded by guys high-fiving him and the other Warblers, but hurried past his schoolmates, catching sight of him before he rounded the corner.

“Kurt!” he panted, running down the hallway to catch up. “Wait a minute!”

The boy turned around, and Blaine noticed he was blushing now, which somehow made him even cuter.

“Sorry I … I had to leave,” Kurt stammered, “that was really great.”

“Kurt,” Blaine murmured, stepping closer to him, “can we talk for a minute?” Blaine’s heart sunk as he noticed Kurt quickly became pale, and the boy was nervously looking past Blaine as they stood in the same hallway he’d taken Kurt down a few minutes before. “It’s just me,” he added in a near whisper.

“Okay,” Kurt nodded.

“You’re not really a new student here, are you?” Blaine asked, as gently as possible.

Kurt gulped, and looked all around again before answering. “No. I’m not.”

Blaine watched as Kurt’s spine stiffened, the boy standing tall and waiting now for him to speak. “I’m glad you found me, Kurt.” He smiled at the boy. “I bet we have a lot in common. We should talk.”

“Um, okay. Sure,” Kurt answered him.

“How about we meet for coffee?” It dawned on him that Kurt wouldn’t know his way around campus. “It’s here, in this building, just down at the end of this hall.”

Kurt smiled back at him shyly, and looked down at his outfit. “Maybe I could change first. I suddenly feel out of place.”

Blaine wondered if this was it, if Kurt would just run, but figured he had to give him some space. “Sure. I’ll grab us a table.” He reached up to gently squeeze his shoulder. “I’ll get us some coffee.” He frowned as Kurt nodded and quickly walked away, and then he reached for his phone, to text Wes and David.

Moments later, he sat flanked by the older boys, who already had their coffees, as well as a medium drip for himself, and a latte for Kurt (while he wasn’t a fan, the Dalton caf’s lattes were legendary).

“You really think he’ll show?” Wes asked.

“I do,” he answered, looking down at the latte he’d bought for him. “Just a feeling I have, I guess.”

David nodded sympathetically. “You did serenade him, after all,” he teased.

“Oh God,” Blaine groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“David,” Wes hissed, “I see him coming. Knock it off.”

David rolled his eyes at Wes, and pivoted so he could watch the boy’s approach.

Blaine stared at him. Kurt had changed (how had he done it so quickly, he wondered?), and was now wearing an outfit fit for a fashion plate. Suddenly, he was more dressed up than they were. Kurt was also very pale now.

“Latte?” Blaine offered, sliding the cup across to Kurt. “This is Wes and David.”

Kurt mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ and accepted it. He seemed to gather his courage before he spoke.

“It’s very civilized of you to invite me for coffee before you beat me up for spying.”

Wes, Blaine noticed, was all business as he raised his hand to dispel that notion. “We are not going to beat you up.”

David’s smile was welcoming and friendly. “You were such a terrible spy, we thought it was sort of,” and David grinned right at Blaine before turning back to Kurt, “endearing –“

Blaine cut in, not wanting to give his friends an opportunity to tease him, “which made me think that spying on us wasn’t really the reason you came.”

Back at his room, Blaine couldn’t stop thinking about Kurt. Kurt, dressed like a fashionista, but not from a family that could just send him to Dalton. Who’d had to suffer at the hands of homophobic bullies, and had been heartbreakingly vulnerable as he shared what his experiences had been like.

He shook his head. No one should have to be that brave on a routine basis at school. And if his outfit at coffee had been any indicator, Kurt wasn’t shy about owning who he was. He picked up his phone, unaware of the smile that lit up his face as he picked Kurt’s number from his contacts. He wrote a message, obliterated it, then another, rolling his eyes at his own verbosity, and put down his phone for a moment. Then he remembered something his mom had told him about Dan Rather and his famous signoff, and typed in a single word. Courage. He hit ‘send’ and lay back on his bed, unable to get the unlikely spy out of his mind.

A/N: It’s been a long time, and I do plan on updating my loooong fic, but needed to stretch a bit first. On rewatching season two this “missing scene” came to me, and it did seem to fit. I hope you’ve enjoyed, and if you have comments or feedback, I’d love to hear from you. Courage!

It has not aired yet but I already know that this scene is going to be my favorite and probably the most heartbreaking of the opening episodes. I am so ready!!

Originally posted by iarinhacosta

Klaine Summer Challenge Day 8- Walking on Sunshine

Word Count: 1,130

Summers often make Blaine feel lonely. (Warnings for depression and anxiety attacks.) AO3

He thinks the heat must be getting to him.

That’s the only explanation he can think of, why else is he tired all the time, or why he’s so hot that he can’t stand to leave the house or even walk down stairs to eat.

More than anything he’s bored.

When he was at Dalton, everything was go, go, go. He woke up and did the same thing everyday, and while most people are ready to escape the tedious routine of school, he misses having something to do everyday. It’s only the end of June, but he spends most of his days waking up at noon (after falling to a restless sleep at 2am) and then taking a nap at around six o’clock.

The time spent in between is spent doing nothing.

He reads, he’s been reading a lot, but the words on the page muddle together and he just gives up and watches another movie instead.

“I miss you guys,” he says to his mom over video chat one afternoon- he can’t even remember what day of the week it is, they all feel the same. “I wish you guys didn’t have to be gone for so long.

“We know sweetheart,” Pam says with a sigh. “But your grandmother is really sick and your father needs me right now.”

But i need you too, Blaine thinks, but doesn’t say in fear of sounding selfish. His grandmother has been sick for a while and the humidity in her retirement residence in Florida isn’t helping her. His parents left at the beginning of the month, right after he finished the school year.

“Have you been having fun? Hanging out with your friends?” She asks.

They’re all with their families on vacation, he thinks bitterly

“A bit,” he lies. “They’re all busy.”

“Oh, well how’s Kurt?” Pam asks, changing the subject with remorse.

While Blaine usually smiles at the mention of Kurt, his heart sinks a bit.

“We’ve gone on a couple dates,” he says, and it’s true. They went to the movies last week - and Blaine was so happy because he didn’t have to talk- and Kurt took him to the New Directions end of the year party, where he mostly sat around and drank soda while everyone else hung out.

He doesn’t blame Kurt for not making him a priority, they’ve only been together for a few months, and when they do hang out Blaine is so nervous because he rarely spends time with people these days.

“We’ll be back in a few weeks honey,” his mom says. “And when we do we’ll all go out as a family- maybe we’ll get Cooper to come back home.”

I’m not even fun to be around, Blaine thinks.

“Yeah mom, that’ll be great.”


Kurt texts him late one afternoon if he wants to go on a picnic tomorrow, and Blaine doesn’t even text back until after nine, a simple “Sure, I’d love to :)”.

When he wakes up the next morning it’s a completely different story.

First off all, it’s Saturday. Which means more people in the park than usual and it’ll be so crowded and it’s so hot outside he spends thirty minutes after waking up walking around in his undershirt and boxers and opening all the windows, his breaths becoming shorter. He starts thinking that he has nothing to wear-  he hasn’t done laundry since the end of May- so he’s thinking that Kurt will make fun of his outfit and ohgodishouldjustcancelnow starts running through his head until he’s sitting on the couch, his leg shaking hard and his head feeling like it’s been filled with cotton and rocks at the same time.

The doorbell rings, and it rings multiple times when Blaine can’t force himself to get up to answer. After what feels like an hour, he picks his body and the edges of his vision are fuzzy as he tugs furiously on the doorknob.

“Hey, I thought you may be asleep- you’re not even dressed?” Kurt asks curiously.

The floor sways under Blaine’s feet. “I’m sorry, oh gosh I’m so sorry.”

Kurt tries to place his hand on Blaine’s shoulder but he tenses up so much he retracts. “Are you okay?”

No no no, Blaine thinks. “I can’t breathe,” he confesses, tears brimming in his eyes and threatening to fall on his cheeks.

“Oh Blaine, let’s sit down,” Kurt says steadily, it the most solid thing Blaine is aware of. He feels a strong hand on the center of his back, his feet trudging forward with its guidance as he’s lowered on the couch.

Blaine is shaking and the room is blurring around him and Kurt says something like “lie” - it sounds so far away- and then he feels himself being laid down on the couch. He starts feeling nauseous so he closes his eyes until the pounding in his ears fades away.

When he wakes up project runway is playing at a low volume on the T.V. and Kurt’s hand is toying with the hair on his head.

“You’re still here?”Blaine asks. He debates sitting up but his head hurts too bad.

“Of course,” Kurt replies immediately, his voice soft. ”Plus you’e kind of on my lap.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“I think you said that enough earlier,” Kurt says in a slightly teasing tone. “What happened?”

Blaine explains, and he cries again but Kurt stay silent give or take a few hmms here and there. He apologizes mores and Kurt lets him, going in a steady pattern on the back of his head as they watch models on the screen.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Is Kurt’s first question.

I didn’t want to bother you. I thought you wouldn’t care. I was hoping it would go away.

“It’s complicated. I don’t really know..” Blaine trails off.

“It’s okay,” Kurt says and Blaine smiles quietly. “We’re still going on that picnic you know.”

Blaine furrows his brow. “Oh I don’t know if I-”

“Trust me,” Kurt says quickly. “Go get dressed.”

Blaine sighs and goes upstairs, and puts on a pair of shorts a clean shirt from the floor, thinking that there’s no point in lying and trying to look too presentable.

He brushes his teeth and goes downstairs to see that Kurt has opened all the blinds and has the food he packed splayed out on the coffee table.

“It’s too hot out,” Kurt smiles, “But we can still enjoy the sun.”

Blaine finds an old blanket in the hall closet and spreads it out on the floor. He can Kurt rewind the episodes of project runway he missed and feed each other grapes in silence while leaning against the couch. It’s still hot, but now the sunlight feels warm in a more comforting way.

Random Jeller Fluff

Jane and Kurt were cleaning up after dinner.  Smiling at each other like idiots for no other reason other than they were together.  Each time they passed each other, touching unnecessarily, just because they could.  Jane had never been so happy.  But she could tell Kurt wanted to say something throughout dinner, but for whatever reason held back.  

Finally she grabbed the hem of his shirt and kissed him, causing him to stop what he was doing.

“Now that I have your attention, are you going to tell me what’s on your mind or do I have to get it out of you?” she teased.

“Well, if this is how your going to get it out of me, by all means………..”

He laughed, finding the bird tattoo on her neck and kissing it. He knew what that did to her and he hoped  it would take the focus from what he was about to say.

“Allie called today”, he said nonchalantly.  

Silence.  Jane tensed.  She hadn’t heard that name in awhile.  And she wouldn’t have called for any other reason than the baby.  THEIR baby.

“Is everything ok?”, she asked.

“Yeah.  Apparently the dr thinks she is close to delivery and thinks it would be a good idea for me to go out there so I don’t miss the birth.”

“Oh”, she said moving away from him and back to the dishes.  “Probably is a good idea”, Jane lied.  She obviously knew this was coming, but now that it was here, she didn’t know exactly how she should react.  She was happy for him, really she was.  This was just part of his life, but so was Jane and they would make it work.  But even though she had come to terms with him having a baby with another woman, it still stung.  Kurt and Allie would share a connection.  Not that she worried he had any feelings left for her, but it was still something that would forever bond them.  How did becoming his girlfriend fit into this?  

“When do you leave?” she asked.

“Tomorrow morning. I already spoke to Hirst so someone could cover for me.  Luckily there is nothing I can’t walk away from at the moment.” he laughed.

Was she nothing?

He saw her eyes widen at that comment but that certainly wasn’t what he meant.

“Jane, I meant work.  You know that.”

She began to feel ridiculous.  

“Of course I do”, she sighed.  “I’ll be fine.  This is big.  You’re going to be a dad. And a great dad at that, just like I’ve always told you.” She hugged him trying to hide her worries in his chest.

“Yes, this is big.”  He agreed.  He pulled away from her then and looked straight into her eyes.  

“That’s why I can’t imagine going without the most important person in my life by my side.”

Her eyes filled with tears.  “What….me….I don’t think….”

“I already got you a ticket Jane.  All you have to do is pack”,  he smiled.

“You got me a ticket?  You really want me to go with you? But I’m sure Allie doesn’t want…..”

“I already talked to her about it”, he interrupted.  “She said something like, it was about time I got my act together….”

She laughed.  “Well, I agree with her there.  But, I don’t know Kurt…” she shook her head at him.

“I love you Jane. I want you there.  I NEED you there. “

He pulled her closer until their foreheads touched.  

“I’m going to be a dad.  That’s scares the hell out of me! I need you there to tell me everything’s going to be ok.  You’re the only person in the world that makes me believe it will be.” he whispered.

He picked up her hand and placed it on his heart.  

“So, what do you say?  Come with me to meet my daughter?”

She looked at him with eyes full of love.  More love that she thought was possible.  

“Do you have a suitcase I can borrow?”  She smiled.

Kurt kissed her in reply.  As nervous as he was, he knew with Jane by his side, he could do anything.

Imagine Sebastian walking into the cafeteria during your lunch hour and singing “Want You Back” as his way of asking you to Prom.

You sat with your friends at your lunch table, eating poorly made Mac n’ Cheese and drinking a smuggled milkshake from McDonald’s. “Whoever made this food needs to serve time in jail. They made no justice to the Mac n’ Cheese.” You grumbled.

“Agreed.” Said Santana, pushing away her tray with disgust.

You grabbed her tray and ate her food, her giving you the raised eyebrow.

“What?” You said through a mouth full of cheesy pasta, “they might not be great, but it’s still Mac n’ Cheese.”

Just then Tina ran in with wide eyes. “Guys you won’t believe who I just saw!” She stood at the end of the table while looking at everyone in turn.

“What?” Rachel asked now with big eyes too.

“The Warblers and Sebastian was leading them!” Tina exclaims.

You choke on my Mac n’ Cheese and Kurt pats your back rapidly.

Blaine, your brother, has a small smirk on his face and a knowing look too.

Out of all your friends, only your brother, Finn, and Puck, know about your crush on the lead Warbler. Sebastian. So it’s no surprise to them that your face is almost as red at the apple on your tray.

The shrill sounds of the lunch room begin to cease as the familiar intro of the Jackson 5′s popular song, “Want You Back”, being sung by the Warblers, gets nearer to the lunch room. You slowly turn around in your chair and come eye to eye with no other than Sebastian Smythe as he begins to sing the first verse.
Sebastian (The Warblers):
Let me tell yah now
When I had you to myself,
I didn’t want you around
Those pretty faces always make you
Stand out in a crowd
Someone picked you from the bunch,
One glance is all it took
And now it’s much too late for me
To take a second look

Sebastian dances over while the Warblers do their routine behind him and he takes your hand gingerly and helps you up as he continues to sing with a smile plastered onto his face.

Oh baby,
Give me one more chance (To show you that I love you)
Won’t you please let me (Back in your heart)
Oh darlin’ I was blind to let you go (Let you go, baby)
But now since I’ve seen you in his arms (I want you back)

Sebastian twirls you around before bringing you into his chest, making you unable to breath and red faced.

Oh I do now (I want you back)
Ooh ooh baby (I want you back)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (I want you back)
Na na na na

Trying to live without your love
Is one long sleepless night
Let me show you, girl
That I know wrong from right
Every street you walk on,
I leave tear stains on the ground
Followin’ the girl I didn’t even want around

Sebastian looks down at you and you laugh while dancing along with the Warblers out of fun.

Oh baby,
All I need is one more chance (To show you that I love you)
Won’t you please let me (Back in your heart)
Oh darlin’, I was blind to let you go (Let you go, baby)
But now since I’ve seen you in his arms

Sebastian puts one hand on his chest, above his heart, and points with one finger at you, making you a smiling mess.

All I want…
All I need…
All I want!
All I need!

Is one more chance (To show you that I love you)
Baby (baby) baby (baby) baby (baby!)
(I want you back)
Yeah oh baby,
I was blind to let you go (Let you go, baby)
But now since I’ve seen you in his arms (I want you back)
Yeah oh baby,
I need one more chance, hah
(To show you that I love you)
Oh, baby!
Oh! Oh, oh! (I want you back!)

Dancing along, you laugh and catch your friends’ looks. Some look surprised, shocked, and/or glad.

Oh I do now (I want you back)
Ooh ooh baby (I want you back)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (I want you back)
Na na na na (I want you back)

The Warblers finish the song and Sebastian steps forward, with both hands behind his back.

“So, what do you say? Will you please forgive me for what I did and go to Prom with me, Y/N? I want you back…?” Sebastian’s face is the color of what yours is probably right now. Red and smiley. He sticks out his hands in front of him, holding a bouquet of beautiful orange and white Lilies. Your favorite. 

You laugh and clap your hands before taking the Lilies and engulfing Sebastian into a big hug, wrapping your arms around his waist (height difference is your head is barely above his chest) and shoving your face into his chest. “Of course my little Warbler.”

All around you are the sounds of the student body clapping, cheering and whistling as Sebastian kisses your forehead and grabbing one of your hands and facing your friends and brother, who are looking at you with crossed arms and pursed lips.

“I hope you don’t mind me taking your little sister out?” Sebastian looks at Blaine sheepishly.

Blaine snorts and stays silent before slowly turning to Finn and Puck. “I told you guys he would ask her out in song!” He shouts happily before jumping and patting Sebastian’s back.

You chuckle, not knowing what’s going on and look at the others who look lost as well.

Finn laughs and Puck rolls his eyes. “Fine. Just have her back before 11 in one piece.”

Sebastian nods eagerly, giving your hand a small squeeze. 

“What the heck is going on?” Kurt asks. 

“It looks like our little Y/N has been hanging out with Smythe behind our backs.” Santana says with a small smirk of approval, which soon turns into a scowl. 

“Try anything Mite, anything, and I will go all Lima Heights on your ass so fast that you’ll never see it coming.” Santana says before returning to her happy/bitchy self. “But if our Y/N is happy, then I’m happy.” 

The others congratulate you and give you small hugs before you give Sebastian your full attention. 

“I guess I’ll pick you up after school for our date.” Sebastian says and gives you a small kiss on the cheek before giving you a hug and walking out with the Warblers behind him, leaving you a blushing mess. 

My Recovery ∆  one   ∆

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My Recovery


   The beating sun was torturous, just drowning the electrolytes and water out of everyone’s system the instant they walked outside the cool air conditioning. Let’s also not forget the awesome humidity that follows around this time of the year in this god forgiving state. 41% of humidity. Yeah no.

   Last Monday Night Raw before the first ever Paper per view Great Balls of Fire on Sunday. Today also was the young woman’s first day back to work in over a month. Her sparkling blue green eyes scanned over the Talking Stick Resort Arena, downtown Phoenix.

   Monday night raw and Tuesday night Smackdown were here in Phoenix, Arizona. It’d give the woman a couple of hours to let loose in town, and she couldn’t wait. With a deep breath, her anxiety settled in realizing all eyes would be on her.

   ‘Gotta go in sooner or later.’ She told herself before she extended her suitcase holding it in her right hand as her left stroke her wheelchair wheel and pushed it forward to the back of the resort arena gain access backstage.

   On her way there, her hands and arms grew tired, indicting how much she wasn’t use to being in a wheel chair and how weak her upper body strength was. It was very frustrating for her, she wasn’t use to any of it, and was just learning as she went.

   “Ma'am, ID please.“ The two security guards were posted at the back door of the stadium where the talent and WWE staff would enter through.

  Pulling the backpack that was squished between her back and her seat, pulling out her employee ID from her wallet getting the okay as they opened the door for her, and quietly tell her to have a goodnight. Sliding her ID back in her wallet, she entered backstage wondering who’d she run into.

   “Is that Miss Carter I’m seeing?!” She could recongize that voice from anywhere. WWE Veteran wrestler R-Truth (real name Ronnie Killings), who had this excited smile on his face seeing it was indeed one of favorite people I’m the company “It is you Miss Carter! My god girl! Look at you! I’m digging this.“

   He moved his hand up and down refering to her wheelchair making her smile tug at the corner of her lips. R-Truth was the best making even the most sad and negative things, and bringing the positive out of it. Isabella knew her accident could have been worse, so why making it all depressing and a sob story?

   “I do too. At least I can bump into people with my wheelchair and pull the innocent card.”

   The male wrestler burst out in laughter relieved she could joke a bit with everything right now.

   “See! A blessin’!“ Um, she guessed. “Where you headin’? Creative meeting?”

   Giving him a nod, he said “I’ll take you there,” Hooking her suitcase on her handles behind her seat, he gently pushed her as he was heading to the direction of catering. “I’m meeting up with Gold and the Hardy Boyz in catering. Just admire the dessert, torture ourselves.“

   A small smile was on her lips as they appeared in front of the door with a piece of paper that posted CREATIVE TEAM, indicting the two needed to say goodbye, for now. “Well, tell them I said hello, and thank you for accompanying me.”

  “Don’t thank me! See you later girl!”

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“What if I break her?”

Jane laughed as she shifted her daughter in her arms and transferred the spit-up cloth from her own shoulder to Tasha’s.

“You won’t break her, I promise. Now, hold out your arms,” she said with a nod.

Tasha hesitated, looking over at Kurt who sat across the room from them on one of the stools at the counter, watching the scene in front of him unfold. He simply shrugged and nodded back towards Jane.

“If I were you, I’d do what I’ve been doing the last five days and listen to her,” he said with a smile.

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