that he actually really likes blaine

One-shot Fic: The Chase

PG-13 | Humor | Romance | Skank!Kurt | College AU

Based on the prompt: “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you” AU

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Birthday gift for @notthetoothfairy! Yes, bish, I wrote you something smooshing together 3 things I knew you’d like - that prompt, college AU and skank Kurt. And i fucking studied your gorgeous blog for it! Love ya, bish. I’m sorry for the typos, but i couldn’t have my beta look at this one before posting ;)

I hope you like!!!!(I’d put a hugging gif or smtg but that would make the post fucking ginormous)

Kurt likes to think he keeps it classy. Despite the leather, and the ripped jeans, and the dyed hair, and the motorcycle – he keeps it classy. He doesn’t holler at people as he drives by, he disposes of his cigarettes butts properly; he makes sure his bike makes the normal and indispensible amount of sound when speeding up, and he just generally minds his own business. He may be… badass, but he’s kept his class. And, I mean, he’s a college freshman showing up to campus on a sweet ass ride. He doesn’t care what others think (hasn’t since he was a sophomore and discovered the wonders of steel tip boots and detachment), but if he did, he knows they’d think he looks equal parts intimidating and cool. Badass with class.

And that, right up there on the sidewalk walking towards campus, is a great ass he has class with.

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Size Isn’t Everything - 4/4

Summary: Kurt’s got a bit of a size-kink. Based on this prompt from the @prompt-a-klainefic blog.
Chapter: 4/4  Read Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here
Words: ~4550 (this chapter)
Warnings:  I guess? PWP, Size kink,


Many thousand apologies (again) for the long delay in between chapters. Blink and weeks disappear. The final chapter should be up before the end of the week, and thanks for still reading!

forever thanks to @mshoneysucklepink for the beta!

Blaine woke the next morning with a serious case of dry-mouth and little recollection of what had happened the night before. He remembered playing the gig, and that it went well. He remembered applause and a decent sized crowd. Despite that, he knew he still didn’t want to join the band full time, no matter how many times Sam asked. (Okay good he remembered Sam asking again last night.) He remembered drinking a lot (too much), and his friends putting him into an Uber. He didn’t get sick in the car (but wasn’t so lucky once he got home).

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Klaine Advent 2016: Day 3 Charm

Day 3: Charm

Kurt and Burt adjusting to Blaine in season 2. 3145 words

It’s the thing people said about Blaine, or so it seemed to Kurt. Right after “dapper” and before “gentlemanly,” they would say it—“He’s so charming!” And Kurt had to admit he was so in agreement with them; it was something he was proudest of about this boy. He felt sometimes like walking around Lima with Blaine was like being wrapped up in a cloud of that charm. Faces that used to be closed off to him, eyebrows raised, now were softened and welcoming.

Just on one outing on a pretty spring afternoon, three different shopkeepers had smiled and said, “Keep the change” to Blaine. I mean, who did that? And the lady in the jewelry store actually found some Easter wrapping paper to add a special touch to his present for his mama; when Blaine went for his wallet to tip her, she had actually blushed as she stopped him with a manicured hand to his forearm.

“That was weird,” Kurt said as they waited in line at the Sundae Shoppe.

“Hmmm?” Blaine questioned with his eyebrows as he bent over the bag containing his purchases.

“Mrs. Sims in the jewelry store. I’d swear she was flirting with you, but, I mean, she’s at LEAST 30.”

“Maybe she has spring fever, Kurt,” Blaine replied. “I know I certainly do. Or maybe it’s the company. I think you should always wear just exactly that shade of blue. It really brings out your eyes.”

Okay, so maybe those people had a point. He was charming and dreamy, and Kurt’s insides were melting with pleasure AGAIN. He longed to grab his boyfriend’s hand or steal a kiss. He settled with looking down and blushing. “Watch it mister. Flattery will get you—”

“A ride home, I hope?” Blaine asked, leaning close to whisper, “And some makeout time in the driveway? Kitchen? My room?”

The one person in Kurt’s life who didn’t seem to be taken by Blaine’s charm was Kurt’s dad. Kurt couldn’t blame him, actually. Finding a boy—an obviously hungover boy—in your child’s bed sort of had a way of killing any positive first impressions. Not that he DISLIKED him, really. But even after Kurt danced through the door from Dalton, with the news that he had a boyfriend, a delightful boyfriend, the best boyfriend, Burt still seemed to hold Blaine at arm’s length.

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Mon Cheri (Sebastian Smythe X Reader)

Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sebastian Smythe X Reader
Word Count: 6,278 (I didn’t mean to make it this long I swear???)
Author’s Note: Blaine is no longer at Dalton (he’s at McKinley and a senior so I think Kurt would be in New York at this point but we’re gonna pretend that he was visiting Blaine for a little bit), Sebastian is a junior at Dalton (idk how old he is honestly oops), __y/n__ is a sophomore. I honestly dunno anything about Blaine’s parents, I just imagine that they’re like really open-minded and awesome?? Also: I believe that every person has an exception to their sexuality. Even though __y/n__ considers herself gay, she’s not against the idea of being with a guy, it’s just not something she’s ever been interested in trying (until she got to know Sebastian). Also, I think Sebastian’s bi or pan, with a tendency to have sex with guys. I know they say in the show that he’s 100% gay, but I still firmly believe that he is just more male-centric, and would be sexually attracted to a female if it was the right one. ALSO THERE ARE SOME SOULMATE! THEMES?? IT’S NOT LIKE 100% SOULMATE AU BUT THAT’S LIKE WHY THEY GET TOGETHER SO QUICKLY.

“You didn’t tell me that good looks ran in the Anderson family.” Were the first words you ever heard Sebastian Smythe say, his arm extending out a hand for you to shake.

You took it, struggling to not roll your eyes as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said, slipping into your ‘male’ voice that you had been perfecting for the last year. It was a little deeper than your own voice, and it was slightly weird to hear it coming out of your mouth, but you felt like it helped with the whole 'pretending to be a boy’ thing.

You were Blaine’s sister, and Blaine had been trying to get the staff at Dalton to change the rules (could having a girl in the Warblers really hurt their chances at winning? Blaine didn’t think so) for years (he knew about just how badly you wanted to go to Dalton), but they always refused. Dalton Academy had been an all boys school since it was established, and that’s how it would stay.

Blaine, not one to give up, was the one who initially suggested that you dress like a boy. He thought that the rules were ignorant (a girl could really help with the Warblers’ vocal range), and he actually encouraged you to consider practicing talking and acting like a boy.

You had done as he recommended, and when you had finally approached your parents with the intention to ask your parents for the tuition money, they didn't judge you for wanting to go to the all boys school. Instead, they had laughed, said they thought it was a brilliant idea, warned you to be careful because they didn’t really want a lawsuit on their hands, and had given you the money you needed.

You, Blaine, and Kurt (he was in on the plan because he was Blaine's boyfriend and you loved him to death) had gone to the mall, bought you a binder, a new haircut, and a dozen outfits with Kurt’s seal of approval (meaning that you were going to be the best dressed cross dresser ever), and then you had applied to Dalton.

It took a bit of lying, your parents had even managed to get a copy of your birth certificate altered so that you were, legally, Eli _f/i_ Anderson, but you got in. Elizabeth was your given middle name, so you had taken the first three letters and used them as your male name.

Blaine wasn’t there anymore, but he told you that even though you couldn’t compete with the Warblers (no way anyone would be able to hear you sing and not think you were a girl), you could still trust the Warblers. Even Sebastian, who Blaine was actually pretty good friends with (much to Kurt’s distain).

Sebastian smiled, but it was more of a smirk than anything else. “The pleasure’s all mine.” He replied smoothly, and Blaine noticed with a grin that you were trying valiantly to keep the scowl off your face. You knew exactly about how he flirted shamelessly with Blaine, and with your extreme love for Kurt (seriously, if he was straight and you were straight, you would’ve snatched that boy up for yourself), you were not too fond of Sebastian. Even if he was a ridiculously good dancer and singer, his incredibly hot face meant nothing to you.

You extracted your hand from Sebastian’s, giving a real smile to the other Warblers. Them, you liked. You had watched almost every Warbler performance, but you hadn’t ever gotten to meet them before now.

“I’m a huge fan.” You said enthusiastically, and the Warblers looked at Blaine in surprise before chatting you with excitedly.

“Keep an eye on him, yeah?” Blaine requested, resting his palm on Sebastian’s shoulder.

Sebastian gave him a small smile that quickly blossomed into a smirk. “I’ll keep more than an eye on him.”

Blaine groaned and pulled his hand away from Sebastian’s shoulder, using it to smack Sebastian on the head. “Sebastian, no. Trust me, you’re not his type.”

Sebastian's green eyes flicked over to you, letting them trail over you appreciatively. You were petite, even shorter than Blaine, and you looked a little feminine, but it suited you. Your features were almost elfin and very different from Blaine’s, but he could still see a faint resemblance; in conclusion, Sebastian was immediately attracted to you.

“I’ve heard that before, and I’ve made my fair share of people change their mind.”

Blaine shook his head. “It’s not gonna work on Eli, I promise.”

“That sounds like a challenge, Anderson.” Sebastian said, and Blaine did not like the glint in Sebastian’s eyes.

“Sebastian,” Blaine started to warn him, but Sebastian waved his warning away and walked over to where you were talking eagerly with the other Warblers. He perched himself on a chair, and Blaine watched your gaze twitch over to Sebastian for a brief moment, before turning back to your conversation with Jeff.

Blaine grinned again. You could handle yourself against Sebastian’s charm, he was sure. With a wave to you and the other Warblers, Blaine disappeared through a door and made his way to his dad’s car, where Kurt was waiting.

“How’d it go?” Kurt asked, leaning across the seat and brushing a kiss across Blaine’s lips.

“Pretty good,” Blaine responded, a quiet light shining in his eyes as he looked at Kurt. “But I think Sebastian has a crush on __y/n__.”

Kurt looked at him for a moment in complete silence. “You’re not serious?”

“Wish I was.”

“Oh my god, this is the best day of my life.” Kurt said, right before bursting into loud, bright laughter that echoed off the walls off the car. “100% gay Sebastian has a crush on your 100% gay sister. That is too good to be true.”

Blaine grinned at Kurt. “I know. How he managed to choose the one person at Dalton that is literally not interested in him at all is beyond me.”


“Sebastian, for the last time, I am not interested in you.” You muttered, sighing as you shoved your history book in your messenger bag.

“Hey, I didn’t even say anything.” He said and held his hands up in defense. “I was just going to tell you that I have a lacrosse game that you might be interested in watching.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Really? That’s it?”

Sebastian nodded. “That’s it. I promise.”

You offered him a fraction of a smile, because you still weren’t sure how you felt about him. “Okay. When is it?”

“Right after school. I’ll meet you outside of the commons so I can take you to the field?”

“Sure, that’d be great, actually. Still having trouble finding my way around this place.” You murmured, only a little sheepishly. You had been at Dalton for a little over two weeks, and so far, it was awesome. The work was harder than at your previous school, but you didn’t struggle with it too much, the food was incredible, and everyone was nice to you. There were some people that were a little too nice (like Sebastian) because they wanted to get in your pants, but you continued shutting them down and so far, it had mostly worked. It had worked on everyone but Sebastian, at least. Say what you want about the cocky, green-eyed boy, but he was extremely persistent.

Sebastian looked over your shoulder and frowned. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you later.” He smirked at you before slinging his own messenger bag over his shoulder and practically sauntering out of the room. God, that boy was so easy to despise (so why couldn’t you?).

“Hey, Eli.” Trent, another Warbler said as he walked up to you, and you smiled at him.

“Trent! Good to see you, buddy.” You clapped him on the shoulder before gesturing for him to follow you to lunch. You looked at him, and noticed that he looked nervous about something. You stopped walking. “Everything okay?”

“Well, um, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but Sebastian only invited you to the lacrosse game so he could…serenade you.” Trent murmured quietly, and you rolled your eyes.

“What does he not understand about me not being interested?” You said, letting out a deep sigh. “Thanks for telling me, Trent. I can handle this.” You fell silent as you walked with him through the cafeteria, grabbing a tray and loading it up with food while you tried to figure out how to approach the situation.

There had to be some way you could beat Sebastian at his own game, you just needed to find it.


When Sebastian met you outside the commons, you had to physically force a smile onto your face so you didn’t strangle him. That boy was infuriating, and knowing what he had planned didn’t actually help your ever increasing dislike for him.

“Hey, ya know, I have a ton of homework, do you mind if I skip lacrosse practice? I’ll go to the next one, promise.” You tried, because you knew that this was not going to turn out well. You were impossibly surprised to see hurt flash across Sebastian’s face for a moment before his usual smirk flickered back in place.

“If you really want to, I won’t stop you. But scout’s honor that it won’t take long.”

“You were a boy scout?” You asked in disbelief, and Sebastian grinned.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” Sebastian questioned back, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Because you’re,” You gestured vaguely with your hands. “You, and you just don’t seem like the boy scout type.”

“I don’t seem like the type to do lots of things.” Sebastian countered, and you didn’t have a response to that because you didn’t quite understand what he meant. “Anyways,” Sebastian said, shrugging. “You coming or not?”

“Yeah, homework can wait.” You responded, and you could’ve sworn that a real smile flickered across his face for half a second before he was turning away from you and gesturing for you to follow him.

“Come on, we don’t have all day.”

Ah, there was the douche that you missed so much.


“This…isn’t lacrosse practice, is it?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer thanks to Trent. All the Warblers were gathered on the lacrosse field, and you figured it was good at least that they were the only people there.

Sebastian simply shook his head and led you over to a bench, helping you sit down. He then took his place at the head of the Warblers, and music started pouring out of a speaker (you had no idea how many strings he had pulled to arrange that).

Coming here unannounced, drag my nails on the tile
I just follow your scent
You can’t just follow my smile,
"Sebastian took lead vocal while the other Warblers began to sing backup, and even though you knew from previous Warbler videos that Sebastian could sing, you hadn’t expected him to pick a Fall Out Boy song (you also hadn’t expected him to sing it so well).

Your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine
They cutting me to the bone
Nothing left to leave behind
You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon,
“He continued, and even though you hated his smirky meerkat face, there was something oddly hot about being serenaded by Fall Out Boy (no girl you had been with had ever done that and-no, bad thoughts, you were not attracted to Sebastian. God damn it, you liked girls!).

You raised an eyebrow at Sebastian as he continued to sing, because he really did not seem like the serenading type. You know what, two people could play at this game.

I didn’t come for a fight but I will fight till the end
This might be your battle, might not turn out okay
You know you look so Seattle-
“That was where you cut him off.

Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer
In the hills and highlands,
“ All of the Warblers looked confused, as far as they knew, you couldn’t sing at all, that was why you hadn’t tried out for the Warblers, and even Sebastian faltered for a moment. Then there was mischievous glint in his eye, and as some Warblers joined your side, some of them stayed with Sebastian, and it was basically a riff-off between you and Sebastian.

By the time you were done, almost twenty minutes later (god, your voice was going to sore as hell tomorrow; you didn’t usually use your 'male’ singing voice because it was hard to keep it level, but damn it Sebastian had tempted you into doing it), you were all laughing hysterically (even Sebastian, and you realized with a start that you quite liked him when he was laughing), because only at Dalton Academy (and maybe at William McKinley High School) would something like this happen.

"Why didn’t you tell us you could sing?” Jeff asked after the laughing had calmed down, and you shrugged.

“I can’t, not really.” They all looked at you incredulously.

“No, you actually can.” Sebastian interjected (why did that mean so much coming from him?), and after sharing a look with the other Warblers, Sebastian’s trademark smirk crawled onto his face. “I think you should join the Warblers.”

“What? No.”

“I second that.” Nick contributed, and Sebastian’s smirk widened.

“If there are no objections,”

“Me! I object!” You said, a little desperately because there was absolutely no way you could deepen your voice for every Warbler meeting and there was no way they’d believe you were a boy if you used your actual singing voice.

“Then the motion carries.” Sebastian continued, ignoring you. “And Eli is officially a member of the Warblers.”

The other Warblers cheered and patted you on the back before one by one they trailed off the field, until it was just you and Sebastian. This day couldn’t get any worse. Not only had Sebastian just fucking serenaded you (and you had actually loved it), now you were going to have to join the Warblers, and everyone would find out you were a girl and you would definitely get kicked out of your dream school.

“Are you okay?” You were surprised to find that Sebastian sounded worried.

Good, You thought bitterly. This is all your fault.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said, running a hand through your short hair distractedly. “I just have some homework to do, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You started to leave, your mind running through any possible way you could get out of this situation, when Sebastian’s fingers curled gently around your wrist and pulled you back around, bringing you close enough to him that your chest brushed his. You blinked up at him in surprise, but before you could respond, he pressed a finger to your lips.

“I know I might be really out of line with this, I’ve never really been in line when it comes to attractive people, though,” He said the last part mostly to himself before continuing. “But can I kiss you?”

You didn’t say anything, you were frozen and just too shocked to move, but you blinked rapidly as Sebastian’s face got closer to yours.

“If you want me to stop, tell me and I will.” Sebastian murmured, and as his lips got nearer to yours, close enough for them to brush, you finally found your voice.

“Stop, stop.” You whispered, pulling away from Sebastian as quickly as you could. “I’m sorry; you’re a great guy, sometimes, I just,” You shook your head, trying to clear it. “I’m really confused and I need to work through some things. I’ll see you around.”

You disappeared without saying else, and when you reached your dorm, you kind of wanted to curl up and cry. Your life had never, ever been this confusing before you met Sebastian. You liked girls, and only girls. Sure, you knew when a guy was attractive, but you didn’t want to actually have sex with them. And now…you didn’t know what you wanted. Sebastian was kind of an asshole, sure, but there were times when he could be nice. Like ten minutes ago, he had found out that Fall Out Boy was your favorite band and chosen one of their songs, and he had asked for permission before trying to kiss you.

The worst part was, you had wanted him to. You wanted to know what it felt like to kiss a gu- actually, no, scratch that. You just wanted to know what it felt like to kiss Sebastian. But you couldn’t, in good conscience, let him kiss you when you were really a girl, and he was gay. He liked boys. You liked girls. It should be simple.

But honestly? You had never been more confused in your life.


You had finished your homework, barely, and then you had tried to go to bed. You didn’t have a roommate, which was nice, but only because, at the moment, there was an uneven number of boys at the school and your parents had requested one. As soon as someone transferred, you’d get a roommate, and your secret would definitely come out. Instead of sleeping, you had tossed and turned until two in the morning, at which point you stomped out of bed, grabbed a towel, a pair of underwear, your binder, and a long shirt, and made your way to one of the bathrooms.

Dalton Academy was quite large, so it had several rooms that were full of just showers and sinks. Every dorm room had a bathroom, but it only had a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. Every time you wanted to shower, you had to go to one of the community showers. Which was nervewracking; if someone came in just as you were getting out of the shower, they’d see that you had boobs and then everyone would know that you were a girl.

And, of fucking course, that was (almost) exactly what happened.


You shampooed your hair, trying to sort out your thoughts when you heard the door to the showers swing open. Usually, you were the only person that showered at two thirty in the morning, but apparently someone else had the same idea.

You heard clothes falling into a pile on the ground and paused in your washing. It’s not like they could see through the shower door (the glass was frosted, so all they could see would be a very faint outline of your body), but your arms crossed across your breasts regardless. After a moment of feeling foolish and waiting for the other person to get in their own shower, you uncrossed your arms and continued washing your body.

You were done after a few more minutes, but now you had to wait until the other person was gone to get out of the shower. You waited with the water running for ten more minutes, but the other person was still showering.

You huffed to yourself and turned off the shower, but you didn’t get out yet. Instead, you stood patiently in the shower for another ten minutes before you heard the other person’s shower turn off and then the sound of wet feet slapping on the tiled floor.

“Are you going to get out, ever?” You were surprised to hear Sebastian’s voice from the other side of the glass, and your eyes widened.

“Uh, no. I’m not too comfortable with my body.” You responded, making sure to lower your voice.

You could practically hear Sebastian rolling his eyes as he spoke again. “There’s nothing wrong with your body, Eli.” Sebastian chuckled, a little bitterly. “I’ve seen enough of them to know.” When you stayed silent, Sebastian spoke again. “Listen, if it’s about earlier, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.” He sounded a little bit shy (something you had never expected from him) when he spoke again. “I do still want to be your friend though.”

“It’s not that simple.” You murmured, twisting your hands together nervously. You couldn’t get out of the shower until he was gone; if you did, he would know that you were a girl and he would tell the school board and you would be kicked out of Dalton Academy (and he would probably hate you).

“Friends are allowed to see each other naked,” He pointed out. “If it makes you feel better, I have a towel and underwear on, and I’ll turn my back when you step out.”

You sighed. He wasn’t going to give up. It was probably better to just tell him before he opened the door himself and saw your chest. “I need to tell you something first.” You took his silence as agreement. “I’m, uh, not exactly who you think I am.”

“Please tell me you’re Eli Hawaii, because I saw that coming from a mile away.”

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to understand what he meant. “Did Sebastian Smythe just make a Hannah Montana reference?”

Sebastian chuckled, and the sound made your heart stutter. “I did.” You laughed, and you could hear the frown on his face when he spoke again. “In my defense, I do have a younger sister who used to make me watch it with her all the time.” He was silent for half a second. “And Mitchell Musso was hot.”

“Really? Mitchell Musso’s your type?”

He snorted. “Please, Mitchell Musso is everyone’s type.”

“I cannot believe I’m having this conversation with you right now.” You said, shaking your head. Sebastian Smythe watched Hannah Montana, and now he was trying to defend himself for it, even though you really didn’t care. He could watch whatever he wanted, heck, you had watched it when you were younger too. Honestly, you just found the whole thing rather adorable.

“I can’t either. Are you going to come out?”

“Already have.” You said, because that was the first thing that popped into your mind.

“I thought you weren’t into guys? Excluding me, of course.” You could hear the thick layer of confusion in his voice.

“Uh, yeah. I’m not.” You said and slowly opened the door to the shower. You cautiously stepped out, keeping your arms crossed across your breasts as you snagged your __f/c__ towel and wrapped it around your body. You turned to look at Sebastian only after your body was covered, and you were surprised to see that he was just smirking at you.

“So, you’re a girl?” Sebastian asked, and you nodded. “I suppose this is the part where I have some dramatic reveal about myself and my sexuality, but really, I still like guys.” That made your heart ache for reasons you couldn’t fathom. “But I still feel the desire to kiss you, so I guess you’re an exception to that.”

You blinked at him, once, twice, then three times. “Pardon?”

“I still want to kiss you. I’m not repulsed by you, if that’s what you were expecting. You’re still Eli, and believe it or not, I didn’t just like him for his looks.”

“You liked Eli?” Your brain was having a really hard time keeping up with that Sebastian was saying.

“Since when have you been deaf?” Sebastian asked, rolling his eyes at you. “Yes. I liked Eli, and I like you.” He glanced around the shower room before gesturing to the door. “Seeing as how you’re trying to keep this a secret, we should go before someone else comes in for a midnight wash. Come on.” You barely had time to scoop your clothes into your arms before Sebastian was grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the room. He kept you behind him as much as possible as he led you to his room, but you paused outside the doorway.

“Isn’t your roommate in there?” You hissed, and Sebastian shook his head as he opened the door.

“He’s at his boyfriend’s dorm tonight, we’re fine.” Sebastian responded, and you trusted him enough to follow him inside. Sebastian took a seat on his bed, and gestured for you to do the same, but you shook your head and remained standing.

“Are you going to tell the school board about me?” You asked after a moment of silence.

He shook his head. “Of course not. Before we have this conversation you might want to put some clothes on. Not promising I can stop myself from doing something stupid if you stay like that.” As Sebastian said the last word, he gestured at your towel, which had been slipping down your chest and barely even covered your ass.

“Oh. Yeah. Right.” You had been so worried that you had forgotten about your state of undress, and you hastily turned around, pulled your underwear on, and dropped your towel. You started to tug on your binder, but Sebastian’s voice stopped you.

“You don’t have to do that, you know. I already know that you have breasts.” He looked thoughtful. “As a gay man, I have to say that they’re actually quite nice.”

You hid your faint blush as you continued to put on the binder. “It’s not for you, it’s in case anyone bursts into your room.” You said, shrugging as you pulled on your shirt before turning back around to face him. “So, back to the issue at hand-”

“Is that all you’re wearing?” Sebastian interrupted, and you looked down at yourself with a frown.

“Yeah, why? Something wrong?” Everything was covered, and your legs weren’t really masculine or feminine, they were just there so you didn’t have to worry about someone seeing your legs and going “Oh, Eli’s definitely a girl!”.

“You’re still too undressed.”

“I never thought I’d hear the day those words came out of Sebastian Smythe’s mouth.” You said, teasingly, and grinned when it got a small smile from Sebastian.

“Yeah, yeah, make fun of me all you want but if someone comes in, their first reaction to you wearing just a shirt is going to be assuming that we had sex.”

You shrugged. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure that everyone already thinks that. You’re pretty hard to resist.” You pointed out, before running a hand through your hair. “Fuck you, Smythe.”

He looked at you, bewildered. “What did I do?”

You groaned. “I’m gay! I’ve known I was gay since I was five, but now I want to see what being with a guy is like and I’m so confused about everything, but you’re so different from everyone I’ve ever met and just…fuck you.” You let out in one breath and blinked in surprise when Sebastian’s arms were suddenly resting on your shoulders.

“Hey, this is confusing for me too. I’ve always been more homo-flexible than homosexual, but this, whatever’s between us, is new to me. You’re a person that I don’t just want to sleep with. I mean, yeah, I do, but I also want to kiss you and sing with you and hold hands with you and-” A frown curled the corners of his mouth down as he thought of something. “And I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s __y/n__.” You spoke quietly, your eyes searching his green ones as you tried to figure out if he was telling the truth.

The softest smile you had ever seen spread across his face, and you knew without a doubt that he was telling the truth. “I like it. It fits you better than Eli.”

You smiled. “I’d hope so.” You flicked your gaze away from him for a moment, eying the clock on his wall. You still had plenty of time before Sebastian’s roommate was supposed to come back. “Can I kiss you and we can worry about if you’re going to get me expelled later?”

Sebastian didn’t even use words to respond, he just brought a hand up to cup your cheek and pressed his lips to yours. It was a lot gentler than you thought possible for Sebastian, but you relished in it, letting your eyes slip shut as you wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him back.

The kiss would’ve gone on for longer had the door to Sebastian’s room not burst open.

You instantly pulled away from him, stepping behind him to hide yourself from whoever was entering the room.

“Hey, sorry.” Sebastian’s roommate, a brown haired boy who you thought was named Dan, said apologetically. “Just need to grab something, I’ll be out in a second.” He rummaged in his nightstand drawer before pulling out something wrapped in a sock (you had no desire to know what exactly it was), before ducking out of the room again with a sheepish smile.

“Well,” You started, hopping onto Sebastian’s bed and tucking your legs underneath you. “That was fun.”

Sebastian smiled lazily at you before crawling onto the bed beside you. He twisted an arm around you and pulled you into his arms, brushing a feather light kiss to the back of your neck.

“Never pegged you for the cuddling type.” You murmured, but you were smiling and there was no venom in the words.

He shrugged and kissed your neck again. “People change.”


People do indeed change.

That was something every single Warbler, and other Dalton students, noticed over the next couple of months. Sebastian was nicer. Well, as nice as Sebastian could get.

He would still snark at everyone, but everyone knew that he only did it in fun. He was nicer, and his singing and dancing were better than ever.

You managed to convince him to kick you out of the Warblers, something he had been reluctant to do because “__y/n__, your voice is amazing and I’m not letting you stop using it”, so you had promised him that on weekends you would go out with him and sing karaoke (if you were away from Dalton, you could use your normal voice).

Unfortunately, being with Sebastian did have some problems.

You were slipping. When you were around Sebastian, you often used your regular voice, and when you were around him and the other Warblers, there were times when you would slip into it without meaning to. Every time that you did, Sebastian would raise his eyebrows at you and kiss you to get you to stop talking, but you knew that the Warblers were starting to get suspicious.

And then it happened.


You were waiting in the practice room for Sebastian with the other Warblers when you felt your period start. You’d had periods before at Dalton, but they always started when you were in your dorm or Sebastian’s, so it was easy to grab a pad.

You felt a dull, deep ache in your lower stomach, wrapping your arms around your midsection to try and ease the pain. Surprisingly enough, it didn’t work.

“You okay, Eli?” Jeff asked, resting a palm on your shoulder as he looked at you with worried eyes.

You gave him a pained smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a stomach ache.” You assured, but you knew by the look on his face that he didn’t believe you.

The blonde haired boy opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, Sebastian swept into the room, and everyone’s eyes snapped to him instantly. He certainly knew how to command a room.

“You guys ready to start?” Sebastian asked, before his eyes landed on you. “What are you doing here?”

You smiled and stood up, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. “Wanted to say hi to you before Warblers practice started.” You said, shrugging.

His arms wound around your waist as he smiled back at you. “Hi.”

You chuckled, brushing a kiss to his jaw before pulling out of the embrace. “I should let you get started, but I’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”

“Of course.” He responded easily, and you offered him and the other Warblers one more smile before grabbing your bag and leaving the practice room.

Jeff turned troubled eyes to Sebastian. “Is he okay?”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t he be?”

“He had a stomach ache, I just wasn’t sure if he was sick or something.” Jeff said, and the Warblers all noticed the concerned look that sparked in his eyes.

“Do you guys mind if I go check on him?” Sebastian asked instead of responding, and the second they shook their heads, Sebastian had already moved towards the door.


“What are you doing here?” You questioned in confusion as a pair of firm arms wrapped themselves around your stomach. “I thought you had Warbler practice.”

“I do, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. That time of the month, huh?”

You groaned as you nodded. “Yeah. Periods suck. Be thankful you’re a boy, Smythe.”

Sebastian’s arms disappeared from around your waist, and you turned to look at him, already missing the feel of his arms on you. Your eyes brightened as you saw the chocolate bar he was pulling out from his pocket.

“Oh my god, I think I love you.” You said without thinking, grinning at him as he handed you the brown, plastic package.

You both froze. You gripped the chocolate bar tightly as you waited for him to say something, and when he still remained silent, you cautiously brought your gaze to his. 

Sebastian was smiling, and there was a light in his eyes that you hadn’t ever seen before. “You’re the first person that’s ever said that to me.”

“What? Really? But you’re-” You gestured vaguely at him with your hands. “You, and you’re incredible and thoughtful and a lot sweeter than I thought possible since when I met you, I thought you were a sarcastic asshole but-” Sebastian cut you off with a kiss, his hands flying up to cup your cheeks as he kissed you gently.

“I think I love you too.” He murmured against your lips, stroking a thumb gently across your cheekbone.

You heard someone gasp, and both your and Sebastian’s eyes snapped to the doorway of your room. Nick, Jeff, Trent, Thad, and all the other Warblers were gathered there, looking at you and Sebastian with wide eyes.

Jeff smacked Trent on the shoulder. “Dude!”

“I’m sorry!” He said apologetically. “But this is precious.”

Sebastian stepped in front of you, keeping you behind him as he eyed them warily. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough to confirm that Eli is a girl.” Nick said, shrugging.

Sebastian’s eyebrows knitted together. “Confirm?”

“It wasn’t that hard to figure out.” Thad pointed out. “Eli slipped into her actual voice occasionally, and you called her __y/n__ without meaning to several times.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.” You piped up, peering out from behind Sebastian. “I’ve wanted to go to Dalton since I was five, I couldn’t handle going back to regular school.”

They all looked at you incredulously. “Why would we do that? You’re our friend.” Trent said, rising to his feet and smiling at you. “We don’t want you to leave either.” The other Warblers nodded in agreement, and you felt the sudden urge to cry. They were all so sweet.

You gave them a wobbly smile. “Thank you. It means a lot.” Sebastian wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple as you looked at the Warblers, a silly group of guys you had idolized for years and who were now your best friends, with glistening __e/c__ eyes. “You guys are the best. Seriously. I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank us.” Nick said at the same time Jeff said “We should be thanking you for making Sebastian nice.”, and you snorted while Sebastian pretended to glare at the blonde-haired Warbler.

“I’m gonna take that as my cue to go.” Jeff said sheepishly, waving before disappearing from the doorway.

“We should go too.” Thad said, offering you a smile. “Oh, and Sebastian, we can handle practice on our own today.”

The Warblers filed out of the doorway one by one until Trent shut your door with a soft click, and you turned to look at Sebastian. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck before hovering your lips over his.

“You have awesome friends.” You whispered.

“I know.” Sebastian said, nodding as a smirk spread across his face. "And I have an awesome girlfriend.“ Sebastian chuckled against your lips. "Never thought I’d say that.”

“Never thought I’d have the best boyfriend in the world either, but you know.” You shrugged, grinning. “Life is weird.” You pressed your lips to his fully, your fingers tangling in his short hair as he kissed you back easily, a hand resting on your lower back and pulling your body as close to his as possible.

Dalton Academy was even better than you could have ever hoped. You had gained a bunch of new friends, an amazing boyfriend, and you got to go to your dream school.

Sebastian blinked in confusion as you suddenly burst into laughter, raising an eyebrow at you as you broke the kiss to catch your breath.

“I can’t wait to see Kurt’s face when I tell him that I’m dating Sebastian Smythe.”

Sebastian grinned. “Please let me be there when you tell him.”

“Oh, absolutely.” You winced as a fresh wave of cramps washed over you, dragging Sebastian over to your bed and pulling him down on it with you. “Cuddle me while we picture the horror on Kurt’s face?” You offered, and Sebastian’s arms were instantly tucking your body closer to his.


End.  <3

A Lost Boy Comes Out

Inspired by Darren Criss’ Billboard interview about his amazing new EP, Lost Boys Life.
Klaine, 2250 words, A03

A Lost Boy Comes Out

This headline or a variation on the theme is all over social media, as they knew it would be, but the smile on Blaine’s face when he wakes Kurt up with a kiss the next morning confirms that Blaine has done the right thing by coming out. 

As a vampire.

After Blaine shuffles off to the shower, Kurt lays back in bed, remembering the events of the night before….


Kurt stands in the wings of the small theater, watching as Blaine and Cooper talk easily with the audience.  Blaine’s lovely smile is broad, and he waves his hands excitedly as he speaks about the inspiration for the new song they have just performed.   The evening was advertised as a launch of Blaine and Cooper’s new EP, and includes a variety of songs from the past ten years of Blaine’s career as a songwriter and Broadway star as well as the three new songs penned by Blaine and Cooper together. Kurt had joined him on stage for a piece from the joint album they put out last year, and for a toned down version of a song from the production of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf that had been the breakout show for both of them.

But Kurt knows that this evening is more than just a celebration of the new pop project Blaine and Cooper had dreamed up late one night while playing video games.  Blaine is about to share his secret with the world, whether the audience knows it or not.

Blaine shoots Kurt a quick glance as he gets ready to sing their last song, and the nervousness is clear on his face.  Kurt gives what he hopes is an encouraging nod, and then Blaine turns back to the piano and begins the intro to Lost Boys Life.   As he sings about hotel rooms and miles to go, his face is intent on the piano, and Kurt can see how much he wants this to go right.  As Blaine gets to the chorus, he looks up at the audience, eyes wide and pleading, and Kurt’s heart clenches tight in his chest.  

I was living a lonely life until I fell for you,
I was living a lost boys life, it was all I ever knew
And every morning the sun comes up and the darkness fades away
I was living a lost boys life, it was all I had to say.

When Blaine finishes the song the audience breaks into loud applause, and everyone surges to their feet to cheer for him.  This is nothing unusual, of course, and Kurt can feel the grin spreading across his own face as he claps for Blaine from the wings.  After a moment or two he joins Blaine on stage, and the audience whoops for him as well, someone yelling out “we love you Kurt and Blaine” which causes Cooper to give them both a friendly shove.

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Klaine Valentines Challenge - “Do You Feel the Same?” (Rated T)

Kurt is a little annoyed at the couple in the back seat of his car, drunk as skunks and singing off-key, pawing at each other in an ambiguous way. Kurt just hopes that when they sober up, they lose his number so he won’t have to give some kind of awkward speech at their future wedding. But is it possible that Kurt has the wrong idea? (2196 words)

Written for the Klaine Valentines Challenge Day Six “Eternal Flame”.

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Close your eyes … give me your hand, darling … Do you feel my heart beating? … Do you understand? … Do you feel the same? Am I only dreaming? Is this burning an …

Kurt cringes as they nail the words eternal flame with gusto, their tequila-soaked voices modulating to pitches that animals would flee from. They were such a nice, normal couple when Kurt picked them up at the beginning of the night. The two passengers crooning in the back seat of Kurt’s Prius, who had introduced themselves as TinaandBlaine (as if they were a Country-Folk singing duo), are now sloppy drunk and belting out maudlin 80s hits. They’re also slightly all over each other. Kurt can’t figure out if that’s drunken first date all over each other or just touchy-feely friends all over each other.

Especially since Kurt had thought that Blaine was flirting with him on the way to the bar.

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Born to Be Mild

A lot of my fic is inspired by things going on in fandom. Sometimes it’s wank, sometimes it’s meta, sometimes it’s fanon that I disagree with. Sometimes it’s anger and I write what  my fandom friends call “spite fic”. This definitely isn’t a “spite fic”. This was inspired by a lot of talk during season 5  and the hiatus (though I can’t remember which one, there were so many) about Blaine needing to experience New York separately from Kurt and how Kurt had so many experiences when he was there, and for Blaine to move in straight away, he wouldn’t get to experience New York. And so I thought, not what if Kurt felt that way, but what if Blaine thought he did.

I had a lot of fun writing this. At the time I had a little “Committee” of fandom friends that I’d bounce ideas off of. I’d be in our Kik convos asking “what kind of tattoo would Blaine get”? and stuff like that.

What i love about this fic is that Kurt really could not care less that Blaine is this huge nerd. He doesn’t want a “bad boy” and I loved playing with their relationship, what they think about each other, and what their friends may think. I love writing Blam’s friendship, and I had fun bringing back stripper!Sam. Sam is a character that despite his relationship with Blaine and the fact that he once lived with Kurt, really doesn’t get used very much in fic.  

My favorite part is actually a Hummelberry scene. I laughed out loud writing it because this is the Hummelberry that I miss. Rachel who’s going a mile a minute and Kurt who is just as bad. When they play off each other’s ridiculousness is when that friendship shines.

So he talks to Rachel about it.

“I don’t think Blaine’s been acting that weird, he’s probably just getting more used to being in New York. This city changes you Kurt, you know that. I was waiting to see what kind of effect it would have on Blaine. It was just a bit delayed,” Rachel says, sipping her tea.

“Rachel, weren’t you worried when he took two hours to go down to Duane Reade?”

“No. Sam texted me to tell me he was there,” Rachel says quickly, not looking at Kurt. Kurt raises an eyebrow at her.

“Excuse me? And you didn’t tell me?”

“I forgot! We were drinking and then when I remembered to tell you they got here, so I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, “Yes, but Rachel, when they got here they just sat at the table drinking and drawing and Blaine got way drunker than normal. And he took his shirt off.”

“Why are you acting like you’ve never gotten drunk and taken your shirt off? And he gave you a lap dance, why are you complaining?”

“Because, I know Blaine and he’s being weird. He’s been working out like crazy with Sam. And he’s been using baby oil in the shower, it’s slippery. And I don’t know, I know my fiance and something is up with him.”

“Well, Kurt, you could just ask him,” Rachel says simply.

“It’s not that simple, Rachel. What if it’s me? What if I’m the one who’s boring? Santana’s right, look at all the stuff we did before he got here. It’s his first year after high school and he’s shacked up and engaged. What if he’s going through a weird phase and he wants to open our relationship or something? I got to date Adam, he never got to date anyone else. What if he’s preparing himself to start going out to clubs and meet someone else? I can’t -”

“Kurt, you need to calm down. Blaine is not trying to be with someone else. Trust me. He’s just getting used to the city. He’s probably helping Sam prepare for this thing he’s doing.”

“What thing, Rachel Berry what do you know?”

Rachel leans into Kurt, “Okay, you can’t tell anyone, because it’s a secret, but Sam’s competing in a dance competition to win some extra cash to take… someone he met out to dinner and a show. It’s actually really sweet, that he’s going to perform competitively to win this girl’s heart, I think it means that she’s important to him and -”

Kurt cuts Rachel off, “So Sam’s entering a strip contest so he can take you on a date?”

Rachel stops, shocked.

“Whatever. You don’t think Blaine would- nah. Blaine? Strip? Blaine would never,” Kurt shakes his head and takes a sip of his tea, but chokes at the same time Rachel catches his eye.

“Blaine entered the stripping contest, didn’t he?”

Rachel nods.

Take It Home

One of my favorite tropes is Klaine through other characters eyes. Another favorite trope of mine is various characters walking in on Klaine hooking up. I don’t know why, but it makes me laugh. As most people know, I really, really loved the season 4 newbies and their friendship with Blaine and I always felt that Kurt would get to know them because they’re Blaine’s friends. What better way to introduce those guys into the fold than to have them being the ones to find Klaine in various states of undress while the older kids are rolling their eyes.

At the time, I was writing a lot of the New New Directions and very little Klaine. I was just so happy to see Blaine with a group of friends that I was obsessed with writing about that group, they made me so happy, which I know is an unpopular opinion. What surprised me though, was how much fun I had mixing the old group with the new in this fic. And how i liked kind of imagining the original group threw these younger, newer characters’ eyes.

My favorite part:

“Didn’t need to. They’re here. They’re just busy humping like bunnies in the back of Blaine’s car,” Unique rolls her eyes in amusement before opening the bag and pulling out her wig.

“Are you friggin serious?” Tina asks rolling her eyes, “I know they’re engaged and have spent like a bunch of months apart, but this is just ridiculous.”

Marley frowns, “Did you see anything?”

“Child no. Once I saw the Prius was a’rockin and the windows were fogged up, I had the good sense to back away and come inside. Let them get that out of their systems now before they get in here. I’m not trying to see it, or hear it.”

“I know this is supposedly “normal” behavior for them as far as you two are concerned,” Kitty says gesturing to Tina and Mercedes, “But excuse us if we’re a little confused, because the Blaine we’ve gone to school with this whole year was an uptight little dictator with a stick up his butt most of the time. So sorry if we’re finding his exhibistinist kink a litlte surprising.”

“Gentlemen in the streets, freak in the sheets, lord bless him,” Unique says.

“Oh please, he probably lit candles in the car and put on the smooth jazz station. And I bet he has a timer set to make sure the sex lasts exactly sixteen minutes and forty-seven seconds so that they can get in their approximately three minutes and thirteen seconds in the afterglow. Then he can brush his teeth, with exactly two hundred strokes, rinse his mouth out for thirty seconds and then reapply an entire jar of hair gel so no one knows he’s been humping his fiance in his douchey hybrid.”

“Okay, you’ve put way too much thought into that,” Mercedes says.

“You know what? No. They promised us cheesecake and gourmet sandwiches and I’m not gonna sit up here waiting and starving to death because they can’t keep it in their pants. I’m not afraid to just open the door and pull them out!” Tina starts to storm out of the room and bumps into Kurt and Blaine.

“Relax Tina, we’re here. We just had a last minute stop to make,” Kurt says as he and Blaine come into the room with their bags.

“Mmm hmmm,” Unique says as she watches them get comfortable in her room, “sure you did.”

Inhale, Exhale With My Flow

The inspiration behind this is that I really like smoking weed. I don’t do it often, but I do enjoy it. And I don’t think it’s taboo and I don’t think it’s bad. And the thought of these three characters high made me laugh, so I wrote this. I loved the Blamtina relationship at the end of season 5. The way they play off each other, the way they give each other a safe space to be as weird as they each are. And when you add weed to that, of course the results would be hilarious.

Kurt’s only in this briefly, but his part was fun to write because I don’t think Kurt is exasperated by Blaine’s weirdness or his friendship with Sam and Tina, I think he’s affectionately amused by it, and probably gets a lot of phone calls while Blaine is with them that make him smile. I feel sometimes, fandoms goes more for Kurt being too cool for the room and making him eye rolly at Blaine’s odder traits, but I never saw Kurt that way. Kurt’s an odd duck himself, so I don’t think he’d be annoyed at finding out that this seemingly put together fiance is just as odd albeit in completely different ways.

My favorite part:

“Blaine, your pants are making music.” Sam says.

“Yeah they are,” Tina says and immediately starts laughing. Blaine reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

“Aw, Kurt’s calling me. I was thinking of him and then he called me.” Blaine smiles at them, puts the phone down and smiles.

“You should probably answer it.”

“Maybe he shouldn’t. Guys, I’m so high right now,” Tina says, “and you’re also so high right now. If Kurt finds out we’re so high, he’s definitely gonna get all Kurt like and he’s gonna be all “Blah blah about it.”

Blaine’s phone starts ringing again.

“He has to answer it or else Kurt is gonna get like extra Kurt and be all mad and his eyebrow are gonna do that thing. Then Blaine’s gonna be all freaked out and sad and I can’t deal with sad Blaine, Tina, I’m too high.”

“Fine, Blaine, answer your phone, but try to not sound like you just smoked a lot of weed.”

Blaine’s eyes widen in panic, “But how?”

“I don’t know!”

Sam grabs Blaine’s phone and answers it.

“Um… hi Kurt. Blaine’s right here. Hold on…” Sam says really slowly. He then puts the phone on speaker.

“You put the phone on speaker, right Sam?” Kurt asks.

“Hi Kurt!” Blaine says brightly.

“What’s going on over there? First you sent me that text that was pretty much indecipherable, and then you don’t answer your phone. I was starting to get worried.”

“There’s nothing to worry about Kurt, Blaine totally didn’t find Brett’s weed stash and bring it to Tina’s house and we definitely did not smoke it,” Sam explains nervously. Tina attempts to glare at him.

“I’m sorry, what?” Kurt then starts laughing, “Oh my God, where did you find Brett’s weed?”

“The craft room. You’re not mad? But I think I forgot my words,” Blaine tells him.

“Aw, sweetie, you’ll get them back, I promise. And be careful what you eat when you give into the munchies, the resulting stomach ache is as bad as any hangover. Trust me. I think I ate everything at Taco Bell.”

“Wait, you’ve totally done this before!” Sam says, pointing at the phone.

“Once. With the band. And I hated it. I had thoughts, but I couldn’t communicate them well and my throat burned and even though Elliot made us a filter with dryer sheets, the apartment needed some serious Fabreezing the next day. Not for me. But sweetie, seriously, I thought you’d butt texted me while being ax murdered, so if this does become a habit, turn your phone off. I can’t handle that kind of stress right now.”

“I’m sorry, did I use any actual words in that text?’

“No honey, not really. I’m gonna let you guys get back to that. And remember our agreement. Call me in the morning.” Kurt hangs up and Blaine smiles at the ceiling.

“What’s your agreement, Blaine?” Tina asks.

“What agreement?”

“You guys have a sex agreement, don’t you. Did Kurt give you permission to have sex with Sam?”

Slow to Warm

I am obsessed with Kurt and Blaine as Dads. It’s always been a trope that I’ve enjoyed, but now that they’re canon Dads of a little girl, I can’t stop writing about it. One of my favorite ideas to think about is what their kid’s temperament will be. If Rachel is the Bio Mom, will the baby be anything like her? Nature vs Nurture, meaning, regardless of who the bio Dad is, the kid is going to pick up traits from both of them. I’m a huge fan of writing them with babies and toddlers because that time can be both difficult and memorable, and well babies are cute.

And babies are picky. And they don’t like everyone. The idea of one of their friends not bonding with the baby right away was interesting to me. And the idea of that friend being Tina who would take it the most personally is also interesting. And well Kurt and Blaine are the first friends to have kids, so of course everyone is going to be passing the baby around and wanting to be the on that the baby likes.

My favorite part, of course inolves the big group together, probably making too much noise at a diner.

When they arrive at the restaurant, heading towards their usual huge table, Tracey lights up as soon as she sees Sam and Mercedes.

“Sam! Sam! Sam!” Tracey calls excitedly from her stroller, she waves her arms at him as he approaches.

“There’s my favorite God Daughter!” Sam says as he pulls her from her stroller. He blows a raspberry onto her cheek and she laughs and claps.

“Donald Duck, Unca Sam, Donald Duck!”

“You want me to talk like Donald Duck?” He asks in a perfect impression. Tracey throws her head back and laughs as her Dads fold the stroller and take their places at the table. When Sam sits down, Mercedes reaches over and takes Tracey from Sam.

“How’s my baby! Did you have a fun birthday?”

Tracey nods, “I got toys.”

“Yes you did, probably too many if I let your Daddys tell it.”

Artie and Tina walk in, Artie rolling straight over to where Mercedes is holding Tracey, holding a glass of orange juice to Tracey’s mouth.

“There’s my favorite baby girl!” Artie says, he puts his hand up and Tracey gives him a “high five”.

Tina follows Artie to their seats, she smiles at Tracey who looks at her with a confused frown on her face.

“Hi Tracey!” Tina says. Tracey stares at Tina, same confused, look on her face. Blaine goes over and grabs Tracey from Mercedes, sitting down with her next to Tina and turning towards her.

“Say hi to Auntie Tay Tay!” Blaine says, kissing Tracey on the cheek. Tracey just shakes her head and turns back to Mercedes.

“Cedes!” Tracey whines, reaching out for Mercedes. Blaine looks at Kurt panicked as he can see both Tina and Tracey getting upset.

“What’s going on?” Sam asks looking between his upset goddaughter and Tina.

“She hates me!” Tina says, bursting into tears.

“No, Tina, no. NO CRYING!” Sam says. Tracey looks at Tina and starts whining.

“Give me my God Baby back, I have no idea what’s going on, but my baby is getting upset. Come here sweetie.” Mercedes says, taking Tracey from a clearly panicked Blaine.

“I told you she hates me! I told you! Why would she hate me?”

“Because she’s half Rachel,” Santana says as she and Brittany approach the table, “I don’t know what I just missed, but apparently baby Klainchel here is already making weaker beings cry. She’s a baby after my own heart.”

“Santana, stop,’ Kurt hisses at her. He turns to Tina, “She doesn’t hate you, she just doesn’t know you. You and Artie have been making your movie, and then you guys went on vacation, then you had your press junket and awards season, she’s seen you twice since she was born.”

“Kurt’s right! She’s just not sure who you are,” Blaine says, rubbing Tina’s back.

“And she knows Sam and Mercedes? They don’t live in New York, how often does she see them?”

“We skype with them once a week and she talks to Sam on the phone all the time, he reads her stories and does impressions of her favorite Disney characters,” Mercedes says.

“And Artie? She doesn’t hate Artie.”

“It’s because he looks like he’s in a stroller too,” Brittany says.

“Brittany’s right, I’m closer to her eye level, so I’m not as imposing and threatening.”

“Seriously, Tina you need to calm down. She’s a toddler, who cares what she likes, she probably eats off the floor, she has no taste. Now lets order, because I needs to get my waffle on.”

“I resent the implication that my child has no taste,” Kurt mumbles taking his seat.

5. Everlasting Words

So writing Blaine has always been easier for me because I find it easy to get into his head. I haven’t really found Kurt that easy. But one thing Kurt and I have in common is loving Blaine. And sometimes, I think Kurt is written as so cold towards Blaine and it really hurts my heart. Kurt loves Blaine so much, and I wanted to put a spotlight on all the ways and reasons that Kurt loves Blaine even if he doesn’t always openly express it, so this fic was born.

I wanted to make sure that I was writing about why Kurt  loves Blaine, not why I love Blaine. And I really enjoyed exploring that, it was a challenge, but I think I was successful.

My favorite part, I used to work at Build a Bear Workshop, so writing about Klaine in there was fun.

Sometimes Blaine is just the cutest human being to walk the earth, and in those moments Kurt doesn’t even know what to do with himself, so in awe of how any person could be that joyful over something so simple.

Like the time they were in the mall and happened past a Build a Bear Workshop.

"Kurt, oh my God Kurt! It’s a Chewbacca. I can build a wookie!! Omg they have his voice and bowcaster too! We have to go in. Ooh, maybe I can make Sam and Han Solo bear for when he can’t sleep.” Kurt watched as Blaine made his way through every station in the store, making sure Han and Chewie were fully equipped, even recording a message for Sam doing his best Han Solo impression. But the thing that stopped Kurt short was Blaine and the kids in the store. He kneels down next to a little girl struggling to get a shoe on her Princess Bear.

“Are you a princess too?” Blaine asks while he puts the shoe on the bear. He spends five minutes letting the little girl explain the made up story of her bear’s kingdom.

When they leave, one Chewbacca, one Han Solo and a very well dressed bear Kurt made himself, the employees pretty much force a job application into Blaine’s hand as he puts his Chewbacca into a backpack to carry with them the rest of the trip.

“You are such a cutie, you know that?” Kurt tells Blaine, taking his hand and kissing his cheek on the way out.

Imagine (15) - GLEE

 Anonymous said to imagine-unicornys: Could I request a continuation to the Blaine imagine? I didn’t request the first one but I thought it was interesting and I really enjoyed it.

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Blaine Anderson

“I’m not gay,” Blaine admitted. For the first time in months, he felt liberated. No more deceiving, no more hiding.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, not catching what he had said. Because it actually sounded like he was saying-

“I’m not gay, I’m straight right from the start,” he repeated, and focused on your reaction.

“Is this some sort of social experiment where your gay friend comes out as straight?” You choked on your coffee, quite taken aback by the sudden confession.

“No,” Blaine chuckled and took a sip of his latte, quite amused by your reaction. At least you weren’t screaming your head off like what he had expected you to do.

“I’m straight, I could kiss you to prove that!” Blaine exclaimed.

“You could, I mean- you could but I wouldn’t,” you replied, still unable to process what had happened.

“Have you told Kurt yet?” You asked, quite concerned about how your glee mate was going to take the news. After all, you could tell how Kurt was all over Blaine during Glee practices.

“Yeah, but I haven’t told him why,” Blaine bit his lip. What was he supposed to say? That he had been using him all this while and had fallen in love with one of his glee mates?

“Of course he isn’t taking it too well Blaine. His boyfriend just told him that he was straight,” you replied.

“Wait, why did you get together with Kurt in the first place if you knew you were straight?” You asked, suspicious of Blaine’s motives. 

“I don’t know if you’re going to get mad at me for this but-” Blaine sighed and began explaining the Warbler’s plot. From how he befriended Kurt to how he got together with Kurt to his motives, to everything.

“You got together with Kurt just to spy on us?!” You raised your voice, unable to deny that you had lost some of Blaine’s trust.

Blaine nodded.

“Unbelievable. All this time, you were lying to me?” you said in disbelief. 

“No! Y/N, I have never once lied to you, well except for the fact that I entered McKinley for the wrong reasons,”

“You lied to me about being gay,” you rolled your eyes.

“And that too,” Blaine replied.

“Kurt knows about this too?”

“Kurt doesn’t know about the whole plot. I told him that I knew I was straight because I wanted to bang Miranda Kerr after seeing her poster on one of the magazines,” Blaine explained.

“I guess that would have been better,” you sighed, unsure of what else Blain could have done.

“Wait- why are you telling me all of this now? It isn’t even near Nationals yet. You’re not planning on recruiting me to be your spy aren’t you? Because I would crush your bones-”

“Because I want to stop pretending to be someone that I’m not,” Blaine said firmly.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he added, clenching his fist.

“None of this makes sense,” you sighed.

“You’re taking this nicer than I expected,” Blaine remarked, taking another sip of his coffee.

“I’ve been through that whole ‘spying’ process, remember? I know how it feels to lie every single day,” you explained. You first entered Glee club to sabotage them upon Sue Sylvester’s request. She had promised you immunity to your recent offence case if you’d succeeded. 

Then being in Glee club had grown on you, and it took you a hell lot of courage to confess to everyone and to earn back their trust.

“So, what’s your plan now?” you asked,

“I’m thinking of confessing to everyone about my dealings with the Warblers and how I have been using Kurt,” Blaine looked down. It was the only thing left to do.

“Wh-what? You’re planning to tell everyone? You’re gonna get kicked out of Glee!” you exclaimed, persuading him not to do so.

“So I’m supposed to continue dating Kurt as if nothing have happened?” Blaine replied.

“No, but you wouldn’t be able to be part of Glee club if you choose to take this path, and Kurt’s going to hate your guts!” you retorted, pleading him not to choose this path.

“I’ve to,” Blaine shook his head and looked down.

“Why? Why are you so hell bent on breaking up with Kurt and exposing your own lies to everyone? Can’t you just lie a little longer?” The truth was, you didn’t want Blaine to leave Glee club. You were afraidof losing him if he’d told the truth. If he couldn’t stay in Glee club anymore, he probably wouldn’t want to continue studying in McKinley.

“I can’t,” Blaine answered, still looking down?

“Why not? What’s the point of telling me first if you’re not going to take my advice?” You raised your voice, feeling annoyed.

“I just wanted you to know that everything I’m going to do, was for you,” Blaine mumbled, unsure of how you were going to react.

“Excuse me?” you uttered.

“I like you,” Blaine blurted out.

“What?” you repluied.

“I’ve been completely infatuated with you the day I stepped into Glee Club and saw you playing imaginary star wars with Artie,” Blaine finally looked up and said.

“I want to have a real shot at chasing you, going out with you on actual dates, a real shot getting you to know the real me,” he added.

“Blaine Anderson, what are you thinking?”  you cried, unable to believe his words.

“I know it’s pretty rash for me to do that. I know I might lose our friendship, but I dare you to admit that you don’t feel the same way towards me too,” Blaine stared intently at you, making you flustered.

“I-I-” you stuttered, not because you couldn’t figure what to say, but because Blaine was right. There were times when you selfishly hoped that Blaine would be straight instead of being with Kurt, and now that it came true, you felt overwhelmed. 

Before you said anything, he kissed you. You had expected to pull away, but you didn’t. Instead, you kissed him back.

“Definitely straight,” you thought. 

“If this isn’t clear proof of what we have between us, I’ll continue with the Warblers’ plan. I’ll continue to date Kurt until he gets bored of me,” Blaine said.


“I just wanted to let you know that you were the reason that I decided to abandon the Warblers, I just wanted to have a chance of being with you,” Blaine explained.


“I’ve gotta go. Don’t worry, I won’t mention your name tomorrow,” Blaine replied as he exited the cafe, determining to do what he had always wanted to do - getting an opportunity.

 “Mr Schue, before you end today’s practice, I would like to say something,” Blaine raised his hand and announced.

He shot an apologetic look to Kurt, who had swollen eyes. You knew that Kurt had been crying non-stop from Blaine’s confession.

“I’m not gay,” Blaine said. Some were gasping, unable to believe Blaine’s words. Some were giving nods, as if they knew Blaine was straight. One in particular, was on the verge of tears.

“What?” Santana blurted out.

“He’s right,” Kurt said.

“Now can we all please stop this conversation?” Kurt added.

“Why? How?” Rachel asked, unable to accept the fact that her best friend had his heart broken.

Blaine was finally prepared tell the truth, he knew that once he had chosen to do so, there was no turning back. But hey, at least he could be himself again.”


“It’s my fault,” you suddenly said, causing everyone to turn their heads and look at you.

“What?” Kurt asked.

“I’m sorry Kurt,” you apologised, looking down.

“No! It isn’t-”

“Yes it was,” you cut Blaine’s words off and glared at him.

“I gave him a magazine with Miranda Kerr as the cover girl, and it somehow became his sexual awakening,” you lied, biting your lips and hoping everybody would believe you.

“Miranda does that to people,” Sam added.

“I’m really sorry Kurt, I shouldn’t have given him that magazine-”

“It’s fine. Would have happened in the future anyway,” Kurt said, before leaving the practice room with Rachel.

Just like that, a new lie had been told. Only this time, it was a white lie.

“What just happened?” Blaine approached your locker immediately, enraged and confused as to what you were thinking.

“Sometimes, saying a white lie is better than telling the truth. Kurt would have been a train wreck,” you explained.

Blaine sighed and hit the lockers. Maybe you were right.

“Hi, my name is Y/N L/N,” you suddenly uttered and raised your hand out for a handshake.

“What’s this for?” Blaine asked, looking confused.

“Giving you another chance to start anew,” you smiled.

“Hi, my name is Blaine Anderson and I’m completely in love with you,” he smiled.

You See Me

A/N: This was inspired by Blaine’s recent instagram video and I couldn’t help myself. It was too funny.

Word Count: 565

You giggled as you watched the muscular blond fumble with his phone doing something on instagram or snapchat. You let out a boisterous laugh as he jumped and dropped his phone as it began blaring a familiar and inappropriate song quite loudly.

As he scrambled to pick up his phone he looked over to you as you unabashedly watched the train wreck happening before you. He looked down at his phone then back up at you before jogging over.

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upseppy  asked:

Why did you not like the ep Blame it on the Alcohol? Just asking bc I love to hear your opinions on Glee lol

it was just GROSS

like this ep perpetuated terrible biphobia (as a kid i really believed everything kurt said :C ), but also basically had blaine and rachel makeout for the sake of blaine being ‘gay but still look fuckable 4 women’ . (not 2 mention they continued 2 do this with blaine in later seasons)

also rachel pissed me off so much bruh. like how the fuk was kurt still friends w her after that?? she straight up told him she didn’t care how he felt abt her goin after the only queer dude kurt actually liked. she attended the same school kurt was bullied OUT of, she knew this…and she STILL sought after blaine. 

the ep was just mean spirited and STILL leaves such a shitty taste in my mouth LOL

Your Heart on Your Sleeve

2x18 (Born This Way) reaction fic; Klaine; 2170 words; A03.
Kurt asks Blaine what he would put on his shirt…

“And even after our spectacular Barbra Streisand number at the mall, Rachel is still thinking about getting a nose job. I’m really disappointed in her.” Kurt was changing his clothes while Blaine sat on the edge of Kurt’s bed, Blaine’s hand obediently covering his eyes.

“Really? It doesn’t seem so awful to me.” Blaine said.

Kurt pulled his t-shirt on. “Are you serious?”

“Um, yeah? If it makes her feel better about herself, maybe it would be a good thing for her. It doesn’t seem very different than dieting or working out to change the way your body looks.”

Kurt considered this. He himself had been known to watch his weight - skinny jeans were not very forgiving, and he liked the way he looked when his tightest ones fit just right. “But she should love herself the way she is.”

“I think that’s easier said than done. And in the end, it’s her choice, right?” Blaine squirmed on the bed, switching the hand he held over his eyes. “Can I open my eyes yet?”

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Ficlet: Roommate Etiquette

Prompt (from @hkvoyage):  Kurt thinks that his new roommate, Blaine, is a total nerd until he accidentally stumbles into their shared bathroom to find Blaine in the bath…From this pic.

Roommate Etiquette

Kurt sighs heavily to himself as he looks up at the leaky ceiling in the only NYADA student living apartment he could afford. The place is drafty, with formica countertops, and a teeny tiny closet that is advertised as a bedroom. Living in a closet in New York City. The irony.

He knows he should be thankful. The place is reasonably clean - no cockroaches. Yet. And he can cook his own meals in his cubby of an ugly kitchen. And there is at least a door to his bedroom. Which he actually is thankful for because his roommate is a total nerd. Total

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Fic: Finally Found The Boy

Based off my tags on this post#okay but combine all four: person a works at a coffeeshop #person b works at a flowershop #they start fake dating to cover for person a who’s lied to their parents about meeting their soulmate #but then they do whatever thing reveals soulmates while fake dating and start REAL DATING #THE END

Title from “I Can Hear The Bells.” PG, ~1700 words, mostly fluff. Thanks to skivvy for the soulmate identifying idea!

Kurt brightened when he saw Blaine approaching from across the street, clearly coming over for their mutual fifteen-minute breaks - Kurt’s from the flower shop, and Blaine’s from Starbucks. Blaine always brought over a couple of drinks for them to share, claiming his employee discount was too good not to use, even if he didn’t always have a reason to take advantage of Kurt’s discount in return.

When Blaine entered with his phone pressed against his ear and a frustrated look on his face, however, Kurt became concerned.

“Yeah, Mom, I kn - of course I’m happy for Coop - I actually met my soulmate, too, Mom!” Blaine said. He wasn’t being particularly loud, but his voice rang through the quiet flower shop all the same, taking on an echo in Kurt’s head.

Met my soulmate

Met my soulmate

Met my soulmate

Kurt’s heart sank into the sewers below. He’d known for a few weeks now that Blaine was his soulmate - ever since he heard Blaine laugh at one of his jokes, hearty and genuine. He was hoping that Blaine would hear his Sound in return soon, because he wasn’t sure if Blaine would believe him without proof, but apparently that hope was misplaced.

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waltreynlds prompted: casually quietly prompting newly married klaine living together and having fights over dumb stuff and having lots of sex and being schmoopy weenies like burt said he and kurt’s mom were when they first got married ╯ω╰

Kurt wakes up cold.

At first, he isn’t sure why: hadn’t he had the comforter on when he went to bed? He distinctly remembers having it, because Blaine knows how cold he can get at night, and—


Bleary-eyed and half awake, Kurt rolls over and finds a 500-thread-count sushi roll where his husband normally would be. Grunting, Kurt kicks at some lower half of the roll—it could be Blaine’s legs, could be his groin for all Kurt cares; no one steals his blankets—and hisses out Blaine’s name.

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Spotlight Shining

Nonnie prompted famous Klaine, where Blaine’s a singer/songwriter and Kurt’s a fashion designer. Their fans always freak out when they’re seen together.
Note: I tweaked it a little. Their relationship is kept as a secret first because speculating fans are the most fun to write. Song used is All About Us by He is We. AO3
Warning: Fangirls swear here, much like we do on tumblr, but just a tiny bit.

Kurt stood in front of the mirror in his room, putting on the finishing touches on his outfit. Being the owner and fashion designer of Hummel’s Designs meant that everywhere he went, paparazzi would be snapping pictures of him and he had a reputation to uphold. He checked himself over, gave himself a spin and nodded to himself, unlocking his phone to see a text from Blaine.

Hey there, sweetie. Headed to hair and makeup now and as usual I reserved a seat for you in the front row. Can’t wait to see you! xoxo, B

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Fic: Loud like Lightning

Author: Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 9,200~
Summary: Blaine falls in love with the boy on the subway. Kurt falls in love with the boy on the internet. One day, their paths cross again.
(based on this gifset by carson-phillips.)

[read on AO3, or below]

To say that Kurt valued his free time would have been an understatement. It was just that there was so little of it, which couldn’t entirely be helped. There was school, his internship, work on top of that, and the amount of time he spent in his apartment was almost all consumed by sleep. He rarely saw his roommate, and usually even then it was at the diner where they both worked, but it wasn’t like he could help it – school was school, his internship was important, and his job necessary to keep him with a roof over his head. It wasn’t that he minded how busy his schedule was, because he enjoyed everything he did, but it made him value the moments when he got to sit still even more.

There was something to be said about decompression, of time spent to let his body and mind not have to think so much like it did for the rest of the day. Even that was somewhat on a schedule, though Kurt didn’t think of it like that – more like a routine.

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misapprehension: a mistaken belief about or interpretation of something.

Summary: Blaine makes assumptions and Kurt gets hugs. (aka 5+ times Blaine thinks Kurt and Elliott are in love and one time he realises why jumping to conclusions seriously does not make life any easier.)

A/N: I have no idea how this happened except that I really wanted to write about Elliott and how good he is for Kurt. And, well, I pretty much always want to write about Klaine. Also, I mean, come on. They’re all just so pretty, you just gotta get these feelings out sometimes.

Warning for shameless overuse of italics and dumb boys being dumb (but what else is new).

Also up on the AO3.

Sophomore year Blaine decides to move out of the college dorms. He just likes the idea of having a place of his own. And Tina knows a guy from her job at the diner who’s looking for a new roommate just now, after his old one moved to LA to become an actress.

The guy’s name is Kurt and Blaine likes him immediately. He has amazing hair and a very cute smile and wears really tight pants and is just a little awkward.

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Give Thanks - Blaine Gibson x Reader

Name: Give Thanks

Pairing: Blaine Gibson x Reader

Word Count: 639

A/N: Kat, you have to stop doing this. People will talk. ;) ;) ;)

Prompt:  Could I get a Blaine fic where he notices how shitty Reader’s family and friends are, so he promises to make a new family with her?

Blaine shifted uncomfortably at the table as your mom made yet another scathing remark about one of your shortcomings. This time it was a story about how you had lost the church wheelbarrow race when you were eight years old because your arms gave out at the last minute and one of your cousins shot ahead of you before you could recover.

She recounted this story as if it were some huge personal failing that had followed you throughout your entire life. Blaine thought that it was actually kinda cute. He said as much, nudging your side and calling you his “little noodle arms” before shifting his attention back to the food in front of him. You would get him back for calling you noodle arms later, but for now you were glad for the deflection.

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Hello, an anon submitted this to me well over a year ago. I thanked them for it, and just never posted it. So here it is. It’s one of my favorite things anyone has written for me, so I hope you enjoy! It’s untitled and the anon wants to remain anonymous, so I’m respecting that.

Louis wakes up for the fifth time that night, opening his eyes to the sight of the tense set of the muscles in Harry’s back. Louis usually sleeps through the night, but on nights like this, he drifts in and out of sleep constantly. Harry can’t sleep.

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Fic: In My Bones

Length: 4,121

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Kurt is the alpha of his pack of werewolves and lord of his woodland hall. Little does he expect his life to change in the form of a terrified and scrawny runaway wolf. For the Klaine Bingo prompt “mates.”

Warnings: D/s mostly based around alpha/omega bond, briefest mention of murder.

AO3 | Sequel

Before it all started, Kurt used to love the chilly descent into fall, the shortening days and increase in opportunities to dress in as many layers as possible. He was cold-blooded, and relished the turning of the seasons and the arrival of winter.

But that was before he had been integrated into the pack. Before his father had announced him as his successor. Before his first turning.

Now, the arrival of November means chopping wood and salting meat and digging up the last vegetables for the winter, preparing the huge wooden hall where the pack resides for the certain snowstorms and freezing drafts that ravage the area come December. It means less woodland animals around to hunt, less berries on the trees, fewer trips to the town on the far side of the forest. Now fall means long, gruelling days and a chill settling deep in his bones.

The first morning arrives when Kurt wakes up and there is snow outside the window. He pulls on a pair of thick hide leggings and fur-lined coat and goes out to start the day.

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