#Glee Fanfiction Friday

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A New Tradition with Frankie

Frankie "Catfish" Morales x GN reader

Fanfiction rating: Teens and up

My blog overall is 18+ MDNI

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Summary: An adventure in baking leads to fun and laughter at your expense. But in the end, his smile is what matters.

Warnings: likely bad baking directions, jokes in very poor taste, cursing, Frankie having fun at your expense, domestic fluff

Notes: I wanted to give Frankie some fluff. In my previous Frankie Fridays, I've been having that man work through his trauma. He needed some pure fluff and laughs. I did look up how to make gingerbread cookies but unlike many of the wonderful baking posts by @avastrasposts I have no idea what I’m doing. 😆 I made a post yesterday about what my chocolate chip cookies looked like and I cannot be trusted with an oven.

Word Count: approx. 1.2K

The directions had been clear and you read them twice before starting. You even tailored your shopping list to them and had double checked you had all the ingredients two days ago. Why do they all look like piles of lumpy dirt?

Now the ginger, cinnamon, brown sugar, molasses give it the brown color which makes sense. The wet ingredients you added after the dry because that’s what they always did on one of your favorite shows ‘Nailed it!’ and you made fun of the bakers who dumped everything in at once. You swear you’re not like them. You promise. 

The dough sat in the fridge for two and a half hours. The minimum was two but you were checking emails on your phone and lost track of time. A rolling pin was bought for this, you hadn’t owned one, never needed one but you got one. A good one not from the dollar store, but from Target. Rolled out the dough, shaped the little gingerbread cookies, set the oven to 350 degrees and put them in, rotating them halfway so they would bake evenly. The cookies had been rising and rising and maybe they rose a bit too much, but maybe it would fall like a cake. They all rise and fall right?

But now, these cookies mock you, they’re huge, puffy, oblong. Not the cute circles you’d cut out less than 30 minutes ago. What can you do with them?

“Hermosa (gorgeous), I’m home. Benny lost to the Raz guy again. He’s really got to train harder.” Your husband walked in, setting his keys in the dish by the door and slipping his boots off. He was making his way to the kitchen. You threw a dish towel over the cookies in a vain attempt to hide them. He’s a pilot whose job it is to keep track of minute details that can disrupt a flight plan. You’re not hiding anything. 

“Hey Frankie. Benny lost again? Maybe he should take a break for a bit like you said.” You smiled, your fingers nervously tapping your thigh. He was scanning you and the room.

“Hermosa. What’s under the cloth? This isn’t the day you murder me for wearing shoes inside the house is it?” He laughed moving toward you and those abominations called cookies. 

“No. And I mention one time how I don’t like dirt tracked in the house and you go right to murder Morales. Jeez.” You crossed your arms in false offense before pulling him close to you by his arms. “You have to pay the toll, you know. Just gonna walk in this house and think you don’t. Mighty full of yourself sir.” You grinned and placed a soft peck on his lips. Frankie smiled and put an arm around your shoulders, deepening the kiss before stepping back, holding the dishcloth.

“I’m a man who pays his debts.” He took one look at the oversized cookies and doubled over in laughter. “Hermosa no, baby why? These are the gingerbread cookies you talked about? They look like…like..”

“Don’t say it…” You covered your ears. You’d hear him anyways, but it didn’t stop you from being mortified that he saw them and what you both knew they looked like.

“Like what came out of Santi’s dog after he gave him that kibble with the extra fiber..!” Frankie continued to bellow with glee, clumsy stepping back. Your hands went from your ears to your hips, face burning with annoyance but also glee that he was able to laugh so freely. It used to be difficult to get a chuckle out of the man when he wasn’t with his brothers in arms. 

“I used to like you Frankie. Damn it.” At this point, you’re biting your lips to hold back your own laugh. Morales is red in the face, starting to wheeze.

“Hermosa, you know I love you.” Despite his eyes starting to water, he’s stepping toward you, in an effort to get away from him, you move to the other side of the table when he easily uses his long legs to intercept and catch you from behind, nuzzling his chin in your neck while still chuckling. “I love you and your shity looking cookies.”

“You’re lucky, you’re cute and I’m a sucker for men who like my shity looking cookies.”

You finally gave in and giggled in his arms as he rocked you from side to side.

“Did you try them? Are they edible?” He asked, waddling back over to the cookies with you.

“I hadn’t tried them yet. I was so taken with what they looked like.” You admitted. 

The both of you agreed to break a cookie in half to try. Now standing side by side, you counted to three and bit into the cookie. It was warm, fluffy and actually tasted sweet. Like gingerbread.

“Damn mi vida (my life), they look horrible, but taste great. This is your first time making them right?” Frankie asked, chewing it and downed the other half. He kissed your forehead, leaving a few crumbs from his patchy beard which you brushed off your head. 

“Yeah. I wanted to try and make a tradition for us, and surprise you. I guess I did both. Not exactly how I planned though.” You finished your half of the cookie as well, licking your lips. Proud that you did at least make something that tasted good. In the midst of studying the cookies, you saw a glint of something. Turning, Frankie had pulled out his phone and was snapping pictures of the cookies. “Morales! Don’t you dare!” You lunged in an effort to grab his phone from him, he put his hands up and out of your reach.

“I gotta save the memory of these cookies! You understand mi vida?” That booming laugh of his returned as his hands snaked around your sides. You twisted your mouth, determined to let him know that you weren’t ok with him taking pictures of your baking disaster. But he was laughing so much more, more than he had been in months.

“Just don’t send them to the guys. Please Francisco.” His smile curved into a grin.

“I’m Francisco now? Well maybe I should, since I’ve been downgraded to Francisco.” He touched his prominent nose to yours, rubbing it slightly. It tickled and you drew back before rubbing yours against his. 

“I just called you by your name. I’m serious. Don’t. Benny still calls me Baby Legs from when I did shots with you guys.” Morales bites his bottom lips before digging his face into your shoulder, you feel the vibrations of his laughter on your skin.

“I know, I know.” He assured you when he picked his head back up, he put his phone in his pocket and placed his palm on your cheek. “Next time we’ll bake them together, alright mi amor (my love)? We’ll make it a tradition like you said.” You both took another look at the bloated cookies and laughed together, echoing so the neighbors could hear if they chose to.

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Insatiable - Brittana Fanfiction

Summary: Brittany's sudden, confusing mood swings have been making Santana's head spin lately but she soon figures out what's causing them... and she’s the only one who can make it better. Season 3 Era Brittana Smut and Fluff

Rating: M

Read on AO3

Santana smiled to herself, glancing at the picture she kept in her locker of herself and Brittany cuddled close, right next to the silly yet adorable  “Lord Tubbington thinks you’re purrfect”  drawing her girlfriend had somehow slipped in there that was oddly validating to look at whenever she was having a bad day.

Her girlfriend… as in her girlfriend girlfriend. Just the thought of that brought a big, cheesy grin to her face. She’d probably be embarrassed about how goofy her facial expression was if anyone else could see her right then. She was becoming such a sap. Thankfully the school day was over and the hallways were deserted as the students had cleared out almost instantly.

She wasn’t one to be all sunshine and rainbows about well… anything but there was a lot to celebrate recently. Between finally being honest with others about her sexuality, actually dating the girl of her dreams - who if she was being honest, she had been in love with since childhood - and being able to tell the whole world how she felt about Brittany, Santana was having a great year.

It was one of those rare days when Santana didn’t have to drop Brittany home because the blonde’s mother had opted to drive her to her dance class she took halfway across town and they had some other mother daughter bonding shopping trip the two had been looking forward to for a while.

It was a Friday, meaning it was Santana and Brittany’s special date night. She didn’t have Glee Club practice, homework or anything Cheerios-related to worry about for the afternoon, which was a relief but after a while Santana’s thoughts began to drift to what Brittany had looked like that day, traipsing up and down the school in cute, tiny black shorts with suspenders and the most adorable pink and white polka dot shirt that revealed a sliver of pale, freckled skin on her lower abs and hips because it was just a little too small for her.

It had only been a few hours since their last class together but she was starting to miss her girl. She thought of Brittany the entire drive home, not accustomed to not having her there in the passenger seat singing along to pop songs or saying silly, adorable things just to make serious Santana smile.

Britt, are you home yet from your class?

She typed out the text quickly when she got to her bedroom, trying to keep her mind out of the gutter when she thought back to Brittany’s thick, creamy thighs, tiny waist and the way that tight blouse was clinging to her perky breasts. Even that super cute, high ponytail the girl was wearing that showed off her elegant neck had been such a turn on for Santana, she’d had to cross her legs and force herself to avoid leering at the girl so openly in class. She was dating the sexiest girl to ever exist. How did she get so lucky?

Fifteen minutes, then thirty passed and there was no response so Santana went off to busy herself by cleaning her room finally like her mom and Brittany had been hinting at - very sneakily in the blonde’s case - for ages. After she picked up her clothes from the floor and threw them into the hamper then kind of made up the bed and took a shower, she figured that was enough for the day and then just lazed around doing nothing.

Usually Brittany would reply almost instantly to her but Santana figured she probably got distracted by her family or something cat-related. Knowing her girlfriend, Brittany probably left her phone in her room and didn’t hear it, so Santana didn’t think too much of it. Santana knew how chaotic the Pierce parents and Brittany’s younger sister Stacy could be. She sent another text asking if the blonde was okay an hour later but still didn’t get a response, which was pretty weird. Santana started to worry for a second, her protective side kicking in and eventually called the girl when she didn’t answer any of her texts.

“Oh! Hi, Santana!” Brittany sounded really breathless and there was this high-pitched sound to her voice when she answered on the second ring. It was cute but Santana tilted her head to the side in confusion, frowning.

“Britt? Is everything okay? Did you see my texts?”

“Oh- I didn’t until now- I’m so sorry, San. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“That’s okay. You wanna come over to my place? My mom’s making pollo guisado, your favourite and we can do whatever you want… or I’ll take you out, anywhere you want. That new fancy five star steakhouse place just opened up,” The black-haired girl suggested, smiling in excitement at the thought of a romantic date just the way she wanted it. Lima actually having a new restaurant that wasn’t Breadstix, that dim sum place Tina hated or Taco Bell was a huge deal for them, as pathetic as that was. “They have that expensive shrimp thing you like. It’s my treat.”

“I can’t!”

Santana’s dark eyes widened, not expecting this response as Brittany never usually got flustered and snapped at her, especially not when their conversation was going so well before that. Most of all, Brittany would usually be delighted at the idea of them going out together. She had been over the moon lately since Santana had been asking her out on so many dates and really putting an effort into the romantic, sentimental side of things. Had Santana done something wrong? She tried to think back to what she could have done to offend the girl.

“I mean, I’m so sorry, that came out all wrong. You’re so sweet and I’d love to but I just really can’t go out tonight. Don’t feel like it.”

“Not even if I buy you shrimp? Are you feeling sick?”

“No, I’m not sick. I just don’t feel like it tonight, sorry.”

That was weird. Brittany refusing shrimp, especially when Santana was paying for it, was practically unheard of. The blonde definitely liked it when her rich girlfriend treated her to the finer things in life and Santana enjoyed nothing more than spoiling her.

Brittany was usually so bubbly and extroverted. She never missed the chance to go out with her anywhere and was always up for an adventure, especially on their date nights. She’d go out anywhere with Santana, even if it was just to the park down the block with the broken swing set.

For once, Santana was completely baffled and began to wonder who she could ask about girl-related problems, despite also being a girl herself. She couldn’t believe she was turning into the equivalent of one of those pathetic dudes who needed girlfriend advice. Her, Santana Lopez of all people… she was a total chick magnet and she should be an expert on all things girl related. She couldn’t stand the guys in Glee and she wasn’t about to make herself look like an idiot by asking them for help with this. Out of the bunch, Mike or Finn were probably the safest to ask and they both had long-term girlfriends so they might understand these complicated relationship things but she just couldn’t lower herself to that level.

“It’s fine… We’ll save some of my mom’s cooking for you anyway but just tell me, what are you doing? Your voice sounds kind of different. Were you working out before I called you?”

“No, it’s not that.”

She sounded so jittery. Santana arched a black eyebrow… was Brittany hiding something from her? That was practically unheard of for the blonde.

“Then please tell me, Britt,” She whined softly, her voice tinged with concern. Sometimes she had to really work for it and pull these things out of her girlfriend when the tall blonde was being a little confusing. “Tell me what I can do to make you feel better.”

There was a long pause. Brittany being eccentric wasn’t exactly a new thing but for once Santana was beginning to feel like she needed a guidebook on Brittanyisms. She remained patient, allowing her girl to explain.

“Santana I…  um… really need you to come over,” The darker girl shivered, her stomach flipping and fluttering at the seductive edge to her girlfriend’s voice. “My parents just left on their trip and Stacy has a sleepover at her friend’s house, so we’ll be alone. I need your help. I really, really need you, right now, okay? I need you like  that, okay? Will you come over?”

Santana sucked in a breath, her heart beating so fucking fast and crossed her legs, shifting around on the bed. The very idea Brittany was putting out was making her feel really hot and bothered but first thing’s first, she had to get her mind out of the gutter and figure out why Brittany was acting so bizarre, even for her. Going from refusing shrimp to practically begging her to have her wicked way with her was a big jump. Not to mention her girlfriend had never exactly sounded embarrassed or ashamed before when she told Santana explicitly what she wanted to do to her in bed in the past.

“Why didn’t you just say you wanted to get frisky? Of course I will, Babe but you’re starting to worry me.” Santana wasn’t one to ever refuse her girl, especially when she clearly wanted to get naked with her ASAP but her behaviour wasn’t typical. She thought long and hard about what Brittany’s mannerisms could mean. She considered herself an expert in figuring out Brittany’s quirks and what any sudden mood change meant. Brittany was more subtle about her mood shifts compared to herself and you had to think a little deeper to figure her out sometimes.

Then it hit her… that breathy, high-pitched and slightly shy sound of the blonde’s voice… She knew that sound anywhere…. The way she snapped at Santana before for literally no reason even though Brittany never raised her voice at anyone ever, especially her.

Even that weird silent treatment her girlfriend had given her that morning when she caught the Latina staring for a second too long at the long legs of another tall, blonde cheerleader who bent over in front of the black-haired girl was starting to make sense.

“Britt… Wait a second, when is your period due?”

“Um, two days from now, I think,” Brittany eventually answered, still so out of breath and Santana heard the sound of fabric rustling. She could just picture the blonde girl shifting around on her bed. “I lost my calendar and I couldn’t read it anyway, so I might have the dates a little off but I’m 99% sure it’s due then and I can just feel it.”

Santana smirked knowingly and lowered her voice to a husky, deep drawl, knowing it would make her girlfriend squirm just to hear it.

“You were touching yourself before I called, weren’t you?”

The line went quiet except for a startled intake of breath from the blonde and Santana’s cocky smirk deepened.

“Yes.” Brittany’s uncharacteristically shy, soft voice as she admitted the truth made Santana conscious of the sudden pressure between her own legs. Brittany was not one to be demure about admitting to what she did sexually but her coy, innocent girl act she put on for Santana at times turned the Hispanic girl on beyond belief and they both knew that. Wait a minute, was that a moan she had just heard from the girl?

“Are you fucking yourself right now?”

There was another long pause and Santana heard Brittany’s breath hitch. She kept the dirty talk going, knowing how much of a turn on it was for the blonde. Santana was loving every second of this.

“I just needed this so badly. Sorry, Santana… I couldn’t wait.”

God her moans were so pretty. How was literally everything about this girl so pretty?

“It’s okay, keep going. You can’t help it, can you? You’re thinking of me screwing you real good,” Brittany’s silence and sharp gasp all but confirmed the answer. “You’re all horny before that time of the month and you need me to fuck you so badly, don’t you, Baby Girl?”

“Yes, please, Santana,” That desperate whine from Brittany practically made the darker girl throb as she pictured the girl curled up on her bed with its cute, girly pink and baby blue sheets, her cheeks flushed, touching herself the entire time with lithe fingers, maybe even fucking herself with that pink toy she owned that they both knew about. The thought of that made Santana clench her legs together tightly, the room suddenly feeling ten times hotter and she had never been so jealous of an inanimate object. “Oh, I need you so much. It’s just not enough… I need your fingers. The pressure won’t go away.”

Santana breathed out a sigh of relief once she was able to think a little more clearly again through the intense wave of arousal Brittany’s words had caused in her. This was something she could handle. In fact, it excited her beyond belief. Brittany almost always was desperate and horny right before her period, which meant the two of them had great sex. She couldn’t believe she had been so slow on the uptake this month but all of the stupid Glee Club shenanigans were distracting her. She should have known this was what Brittany’s sudden mood swings were about.

Even before they started dating, Santana could count on Brittany to practically jump her bones every month at a specific time like clockwork. It was practically a ritual for them and it made Santana smug, pleased that it had always been only her Brittany wanted when that intense feeling hit her.

“I’ll be there in five minutes. Don’t you worry, Princess. I’ll make everything better.”

Santana had never driven anywhere so fast in her life, pulling up in front of the Pierce house and noticing with a smirk that just as Brittany mentioned, Whitney’s car wasn’t there and the driveway was empty. She loved when they had Brittany’s house to themselves and didn’t have to hold back. It wasn’t as if Whitney and Pierce had any issues with their relationship - in fact it was quite the opposite as they were overjoyed about the two of them dating - but it was still somewhat awkward sneaking around together while knowing that the blonde’s parents were around. Not that it had stopped them before…

She was holding a bag with a tub of chocolate ice cream and an assortment of candy bars for Britt that she swore she had managed to pick out and pay for at lightning speed from the convenience store on her way over, knowing that Brittany was going to need something sweet when she had this problem.

Santana fished out the key from its hiding place under one of Whitney’s plant pots and opened the door, calling to her girlfriend. Brittany skipped downstairs wearing just an old, oversized grey t-shirt that she had stolen from Santana a while back and nothing else. Santana loved it, her lips curving into a sideways smirk. The girl’s fair hair was out of its ponytail and fell to her shoulders in those long, beachy, blonde waves Santana adored so much on her. Santana’s eyes lingered on her chest, noticing that apparently her girlfriend hadn’t bothered to wear a bra either and the girl’s nipples were pointed. She swallowed hard, clearing her throat.

Brittany launched herself into Santana’s arms, clinging to her so tightly as if she never wanted to let her go and sighing in relief. She practically jumped on her, wrapping her legs around her, which nearly caused both of them to fall over as they both giggled. She closed her eyes, trying to tame her arousal again as those hardened nipples pressed against her own chest.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here,” She sighed against Santana’s neck, pressing her lips to the hot flesh just once and nuzzling closer as she ran her palms along Santana’s strong biceps down to her forearms while humming approvingly. “Mm you feel so good. I love when you hold me like this.”

“I would never leave you, Britt. You should have called me earlier though, I’d have come down. Look, I bought you lots of stuff. All your favourites.”

The blonde’s eyes lit up when she saw what Santana had and she kissed her on the cheek at least three times in gratitude as she thanked her. She immediately tried some of the ice cream straight from the tub, sharing some with Santana from her spoon.

“You know me so well. Aw, you didn’t have to, San. You’re the sweetest person ever in the universe.”

“It’s nothing, Britt. I know how much you need chocolate when it’s that time of the month.” Santana was happy that the snacks seemed to have cheered Brittany right up and pleased that her instincts had been correct when she decided on the impromptu shopping trip. She shared ice cream with Brittany for a while longer, both of them just standing around the kitchen table in comfortable silence and then her gaze inevitably fell to Brittany’s breasts again.

“What?” Brittany smirked, a sly look on her face as she teased her. “You’ve been looking at them the whole time since I came down. It’s like your eyes are laser focused. Usually you’re obsessed with my thighs and ass so it’s a little surprising.”

“You can’t blame me. They look rounder than normal even…” Santana shrugged as she was caught in the act, trying to act casual even though her face heated up a little as she chuckled. She leaned close to the blonde’s ear, tucking an errant strand behind it as she made no effort to disguise glancing at the girl’s chest again. “And I see that your air conditioner is definitely working properly.”

“Santana!” Brittany giggled, shaking her head at her and crossed her arms over her chest so the nipples were hidden from view, much to Santana’s disappointment.

Santana was completely mesmerized when Brittany winked at her playfully, pushing her chest outward after that and uncovering her boobs so that they were fully on display again as she walked over to the freezer. She felt like such a horndog but this was Brittany’s fault for teasing her, at least that was what she told herself. She came up behind the other girl, wrapping her arms around her waist and felt her up boldly, pushing her up against the fridge as her palms covered her breasts. Her hips were flush against Brittany’s ass as she grinded against her slightly.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Britt. Can I touch?”

She circled her nipple with her fingertip and Brittany squirmed against her. Then she pinched it roughly just the way she knew Brittany liked, causing the girl to gasp and lean back against her slightly shorter frame.

  “Stop.”

Santana smirked at Brittany’s high-pitchy, girly voice. Her tone of voice was so soft and half-hearted, more like a whiny moan under her breath than an actual complaint. Brittany was so adorable when she was like this. She pulled Santana’s hand back to her breast when she pretended to pull it away with a cat-like sound of irritation so the darker girl figured it was just a token protest. Holy fuck, this was so hot, even if they were doing this in the Pierces’ kitchen with it’s insanely bright colours and weird everything.

She knew the tall girl was definitely PMSing when Santana tried to grab her by the hips and she pulled away with a cute growl, holding Santana’s other wrist to prevent from going any higher on her inner thigh. Brittany whipped around so fast that Santana got knocked over right on her ass, staring up at her moody girlfriend cluelessly. Despite that, the dark-haired girl was undeterred.

“Whoa. What, I can’t touch you? I thought you wanted me to?” She cocked her head to the side, putting on her most charming, seductive smile and smouldering stare that she was sure the blonde would be completely unable to resist. “Isn’t that why I’m here?”

That turned out to be the wrong thing to say. Brittany shook her head, putting her hand on Santana’s shoulder and pushing her away just slightly when she tried to pull her into a makeout session.

“Santana,” She whined, rolling her eyes and holding the girl’s wrist firmly as she whipped around to face her. “Not yet, okay? I’m not ready just yet.”

“Whoa, okay I’m sorry, Britt-Britt. Okay, fine, I’ll just be all lonesome over here without your sweet kisses.” Santana pouted playfully, pretending to be all put out by this even though the truth was, she was fully willing to do this on Brittany’s terms. The blonde was giving off some serious mixed signals here, which was the real problem.

Brittany saw the darker girl’s disappointed facial expression and instantly began to cry in response. Santana was astounded, realizing her girlfriend was actually crying real tears about something so minor. Brittany being reduced to tears was the worst thing in the world and made her heart ache like nothing else did. Even worse was the thought that it was her fault her girlfriend was in such a fragile state.

“Oh, Brittany, it’s okay. Really, I’m not upset if you want to wait, I was just joking around. What happened?” She tried to make her voice as tender as possible, realizing how sensitive her girlfriend was feeling at the moment.

“It’s just that you’re being so nice and perfect and your dimples are super adorable but I’ve been so mean to you all day. Even just now I ruined it when all you wanted to do was touch your girlfriend,” Brittany sobbed. “I’m so bloated too today and I’m weird and I don’t deserve you!”

Santana was speechless for a while at the girl’s outburst. It was difficult to understand Brittany’s words at first because they were so jumbled together and this was the last thing she was expecting her to say. Wow, Brittany wasn’t kidding when she said she wasn’t feeling well. Brittany was normally so calm and confident but even the blonde had her insecure moments. Santana was probably the only person other than her parents who ever saw the girl in her most vulnerable state.

“Whoa, Britt- Britt, shh, okay, one thing at a time, okay? Everything is okay, I promise. I know you don’t mean it today when you get a little moody. Your body looks even sexier than ever if that’s possible. Seriously, I could never not be turned on by you and from the moment I saw you tonight I’ve been wanting you. You actually thought it would be possible for me not to want you? Believe me, I’m only human and it’s a struggle  not  to ravage you right here.”

That seemed to bring some of the sparkle back to those soft eyes. Brittany’s face softened as Santana gently caressed her flushed cheek, looking directly into her clear eyes that had darkened to a stormy blue since she was so upset. Santana gently wiped away a tear on the girl’s cheek with the pad of her thumb.

“You really mean that?”

“Of course,” She gently pulled the girl close and held her in her arms. Brittany nuzzled into her neck, wrapping her arms around her as well and relaxed eventually as Santana stroked her back. “Can I kiss you now or would you shriek and scratch me like one of your cats if I try?”

“Mm, yes you can,” Brittany giggled at her joke as she wrapped her arms around Santana’s neck, instantly leaning closer and giving in to the kiss. “I love your kisses.”

The kiss started off tender as Santana gently pressed her lips against her warm soft ones, cupping the girl’s flushed cheek. What began as a soft, romantic kiss heated up quickly, Santana’s fingers carding through her long waves of hair. They continued kissing, breathing heavily and Brittany’s lips parted so Santana’s tongue could slip inside. Santana’s mind went blissfully blank, butterflies dancing in her stomach and those little fireworks igniting inside of her like they always did whenever she kissed this girl.

“Mm, you smell so good, even better than normal somehow and you feel really soft.” Santana moaned, loving how Brittany’s kisses were sweet from the ice cream and that cherry taste from her lip gloss she always wore. She stroked Brittany’s soft hair, leaning in close to kiss her neck as they separated for air. Brittany’s natural light and delicate scent was dizzying as Santana closed her eyes, savouring every second of this.

“I just had a shower before you came over and washed my hair with that shampoo you like so much.” She explained, whining softly at the feeling of Santana’s full lips pressing those hot kisses to the sensitive skin of her neck. Her hands gripped into rich, black hair, pulling the girl even closer to her as she revealed more of her neck for her.

She began to say something that turned into a moan as Santana sucked on the soft skin, wanting to leave a mark. When they eventually separated, they were both flushed but Santana was happy to see a gentle smile on the taller girl’s lips again. Her smile fell and she pouted with a guilty expression when she saw Santana grinning at her.

“You’re just so perfect to me like you always are. I’m sorry I’ve been so moody and weird today. I know I made you confused. I was so sure I must have scared you off.”

Santana frowned, shaking her head and put her arms around Brittany’s waist.

“Hey, look at me. You could never scare me off and I love you being quirky, even if it’s a little confusing sometimes. Brittany, it’s okay; you can’t help it. It’s just your hormones. Sweetheart, just tell me next time so I’ll know to help you sooner, okay?”

Brittany nodded against her chest as they just held each other tightly, swaying softly in place. Santana was relieved that the blonde was calmer and more like her usual self.

“You still love me even though I get all moody and confuse you so much?”

“I’m in love with everything about you. I love girls because they’re girls and the hormonal stuff kind of comes with the territory, Babe. Believe me, I should know. Besides, you should know by now that I love all of the little confusing things you do and the way you make my head spin, Britt. You’re my girl.”

Brittany beamed at her, dipping her head bashfully as Santana watched her closely with loving dark brown eyes.

“So tonight, even if I just wanted to cuddle and watch movies all night with you and my cat, you’d be okay with doing that with me?” Brittany asked, sniffling as she wiped a tear from her eye and then chatting to Lord Tubbington who was weaving in between their legs. Santana tensed up for a moment as Brittany looked like she was about to cry again when she picked up her cat, cradling the giant feline in her arms like a baby. Santana squirmed, bracing herself for another crying session as Brittany’s chin crumpled and her lower lip wobbled as she gazed lovingly at her tabby cat. “He’s just so beautiful. I’ll never let anyone hurt you, my precious angel baby kitten.”

Okay, that was definitely the estrogen talking. Santana didn’t quite know how to handle this situation. She didn’t think Lord Tubbington was any danger of anyone trying to hurt him - probably more likely the other way around, judging by the way he was staring at Santana right now with fury in his eyes  -  but she put her arm around Brittany comfortingly all the same, trying to ignore the way the cat was glaring at her then hissed and swiped as she came close. The two of them had always had a rivalry.

“If that’s what makes you feel better, Britt. You don’t think I’m only here for sex, do you? I mean, yeah, not gonna lie, I really want you right now and that cute little shorts suspenders thing you wore at school was the hottest thing ever but if you want to cuddle with movies and ice cream, I can totally do that with you.”

Brittany smirked at her knowingly, rolling her eyes fondly.

“That’s good to know,” She trailed the tip of her finger up Santana’s chest teasingly and her voice turned seductive when she whispered into her ear, poking her in the chest. “But the thing is, I really do want to have sex with you.”

Oh yeah.  Santana smirked cockily. So apparently Brittany had just been testing her.

“Is that so? I can totally make that happen for you, Babe.”

“Hm, I bet,” Brittany fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously and Santana was caught up in the spell of her feminine wiles for a moment, disoriented and confused when a really heavy, furry and hissing being was suddenly placed in her arms. “But first, I need you to hold Lord Tubbington while I clip his claws, okay?”

“Wait! Britt- I-”

Santana’s eyebrows jumped toward her hairline, frowning as the massive feline struggled to get away from her, howling and snapping. Santana was pretty sure she deserved a medal for being the most patient girlfriend in the world as she held Lord Tubbington down. Finally, the fat cat had been cared for and went off in a huff, his tail twitching.

Santana was grumpy about that ordeal and about being covered in grey fur but she reminded herself that this night was about Brittany and if dealing with her thuggish cat made the girl happy, that’s what she’d do. The kiss on the cheek she got from Brittany and the way she looked at her adoringly when it was all over did make it so worth it anyway.

Eventually Brittany took her hand, intertwining their fingers and lead her up to her bedroom. The blonde instantly flopped onto her bed facedown. Santana noticed that pink toy Brittany loved so much in the corner and the blonde smirked knowingly, shaking her head when her girlfriend glared at the offending object.

“You really did get started without me.” Santana pouted, pretending to be wounded. Brittany just laughed, kissing her on the lips apologetically.

“Don’t be jealous, Babe. You always feel so much better than that.” Brittany mouthed against her ear with a smile as Santana closed her eyes, heat and pressure coiling at the base of her spine.

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[whatwouldmickeydo]

tag game tues— no, wed— no wait THURS— I mean Friday 😅 (fandom edition) 🤓

thank u to my angelface @celestialmickey for this tag game, and some cute lil lollipops for tagging me 🥰 @gallawitchxx @metalheadmickey @vintagelacerosette

here, have a picrew of me drinking bubble tea to make up for the lateness

your name: leah

your age: get outta here weatherboy

your first fandom(s): FIRST first one is probably Buffy; first one I actually vaguely interacted with would be Glee 😅

your current fandom(s): shamey

how did you first get into fandom?: fanfiction! I was and am a voracious reader, and when my cousin introduced me to spuffy fanficton at the tender age of 11, I was HOOKED. Devoured every single Buffy fansite I could find on the very public family computer. I didn’t discover tumblr until years later so unfortunately missed my opportunity to be part of the actual discourse (if there even was any at that time)

how long have you been engaging with fandom spaces?: officially, officially? Like actually engaging and whatnot? Probably since 2021 when I discovered this beautiful gang of folk obsessing over shameless

Glee was my first fore into tumblr fandom, but it felt more like watching people running by on a busy street and I could never quite figure out how to join in, so I spent most of my time silently reblogging and staring at people I thought were cool wishing I could talk to them

how often do you read fanfic?: almost every day

top three characters from your current fandom(s): Mickey, Ian, Lip

have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out!: I’ve been known to write words occasionally

have you ever drawn anything for a fandom? if so, drop a link!: I’ve made a few things for @gallacrafts!

share a personal head canon that you feel very strongly about: Mickey had a boyfriend in Mexico

you’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you, what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them?: gonna have to go with 4x11. It’s just got everything you could ask for in a single episode of television

and finally, what does fandom meant you?: without getting TOO sappy here, fandom means more than I ever thought it could be. It means creativity, and silliness, and shared joy and being your most unhinged self and being welcomed with open arms and finding the most wonderful people you never knew you were living without and feeling like a little piece of the puzzle of life has slotted into place 💕✨

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I am quite late to this so no tags 😅

[forabeatofadrum]

Happy Wet Beast Wednesday. Thank you @artsyunderstudy​ and @cerriddwenluna​ for the tags. And welcome back @shrekgogurt​.

I didn’t really write anything new, because I am back on my masterthesis bullshit. I had, like, 2 days of free time after I handed in a draft on Friday, but I am back to reading a lot of literature about queer representation. I do genuinely like my topic, so for the first time ever, it’s not a chore to do so. I just read a really cool paper that did a qualitative content analysis on how Glee toes the line between heteronormative norms and queer resistance. I don’t fully agree with their reading of Brittany, but hey, that’s qualitative methodology!

Aaaaah. I am not sure people are here to listen to me ramble about my thesis, but it is a treat to learn so much about how queer women are represented, but also about how queer women’s thoughts haven’t been studied by... asking them. There’s a lot of survey research and quantitative analyses of blog posts and fanfiction, but I am just going to Ask Them! Not only that, but when I told people I define queer women as “anyone who identifies as woman”, I had a trans woman get super excited about the fact that I included her and that is a) kinda sad that a lot of research seem to treat trans women as an afterthought and b) really cool because her enthusiasm motivated me even more.

ANYWAY. FANFICTION. Again, I didn’t have time to work on my fics for @quizasvivamos​ and @cerriddwenluna​, but have something for Beth’s fic:

“He wants a bow tie. No big deal.”

“Come on, reason with me here,” Kurt says, “He wants a bow tie in an intergalactic futuristic space opera! Everyone wears space suits. How am I going to add a bow tie to this design? What was he thinking when he requested this?”

Unique frowns.

“What?” Kurt asks, “You think I am wrong?”

“No, you do have a point,” she quickly says, “But you are admired for the fact that you see the design phase as a collaborative process. That’s probably why he felt confident to ask you for this. He probably assumed you wouldn’t mock him.”

Unique shoots Kurt a pointed look.

“I’m not mocking him!”

After all, Kurt can appreciate some snazzy accessoiries. He looks down at the table. His designs are scattered all over.

He can make this work. Probably.

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos​ (I saw you already posted one, but still, have a tag!) @blurglesmurfklaine​ @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin​ @caramelcoffeeaddict​ @sillyunicorn​ @bazzybelle​ @dragoneggos​ @raenestee​ @tectonicduck​ @nightimedreamersworld​ @urban-sith​ @thnxforknowingme​ @captain-aralias​ @you-remind-me-of-the-babe​ @takitalks​ @justgleekout​ @tea-brigade​ @ivelovedhimthroughworse​ @moodandmist​ @whogaveyoupermission​ @bookish-bogwitch​ @confused-bi-queer​ @aroace-genderfluid-sheep​ @ionlydrinkhotwater​ @1908jmd​ @special-bc-ur-part-of-it​ @larkral​ @chen-chen-chen-again-chen​​ @cutestkilla​​ @nausikaaa​​/@wellbelesbian​​ @martsonmars​​ @facewithoutheart​​ @boyinjeans​

[caramelcoffeeaddict]

I posted 3,440 times in 2022

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I tagged 3,424 of my posts in 2022

#darren criss - 775 posts

#klaine - 551 posts

#glee - 493 posts

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#kiwi's writing - 389 posts

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#fanfic progress report - 290 posts

#klaine fanfiction - 275 posts

#waledp word count calendar - 228 posts

#julie and the phantoms - 198 posts

Longest Tag: 71 characters

#but it's also why i'm hesitant to include myself in the queer community

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

New Klaine Fic: Until The Sun Falls From The Sky

Summary: This story explores how high school student Kurt Hummel meets his soulmate, famous popstar Blaine Anderson, and the way they navigate their relationship while Kurt finishes his Senior Year of high school and Blaine is away on tour, all while keeping Kurt's identity a secret from the general public...and their friends.

Tropes: Soulmates!Klaine, Famous!Blaine, Popstar!Blaine, HighSchool!Kurt, Cheerio!Kurt, Secret Relationship

Rating: Mature [for non-graphic mentions of homophobia, violence, & bloodshed; and non-explicit smut]

Author's Notes: I played with the characters' ages and birthdays for story purposes, so these do not follow canon. Blaine is a couple of months older than Kurt in this story, and for the majority of the story both of them are 18. Story is fully drafted and will begin posting Monday, September 5, 2022. New chapters will be posted every Monday, Wednesday, & Friday. There are 40 chapters total.

73 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

#4

Glee Anniversary Appreciation Week 2022 ↳ Day 3: fave quote(s) or lyrics edit/artwork

74 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

#3

Stephen Amell thank you message to Chris Colfer posted Oct 21, 2022

76 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

#2

Glee Anniversary Appreciation Week 2022 ↳ Day 2: fave relationship or dynamic -- Klaine

96 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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[bloodbagcutesy2112]

Stupid Idea For A Show

It’s currently four, almost five AM. I have been awake since 8:30 on FRIDAY. So, this obviously means, my strange, old internet fueled brain that totally hasn’t been reading Punisher fanfiction all this time has now kicked into OVERDRIVE. Well, it has been since about 1:40.

Ask my notes app.

Now, time to talk about what I named this bloody post after. I had an idea for a poorly filmed sarcastic/ironic comedy show with puppets to make with my friends, called Happy Happy Puppet Pals. I was thinking of making a Tumblr side blog for it if I ever make it, and the profile picture would just be the main puppet girl (Christine) either with a gun in her hand, or with a gun to her head.

I was thinking they could go on silly little nonsensical adventures reminiscent of something you’d see in Eddsworld (the earlier episodes) or Monty Python.

Fun fact, I got this idea while watching a Roomie video (Love you, Joel!) about comparing Glee covers to the original songs, and in the cover sequence for “What Does The Fox Say”, there were little puppets. This proves just how much I need to sleep. xD

[teddyshoney]

@gleefanfictionfriday prompt fill 2 of 3... (Am I crazy? Yes. Blame my muse, please.)

This story is a fill for a prompt I was sent here on Tumblr by @lastgreat07 waaaaay too long ago. Their prompt: We all know that Kurt graduated earlier than Blaine, right? Badboy!Blaine meets NY!Kurt, who’s visiting McKinley for some reason, and (Blaine) flirts with him shamelessly. Kurt’s just like, “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” kind of annoyed but secretly liking it.

Title: Oh, For Fuck’s Sake Word Count: 2793 Beta: @jayhawk-writes Summary:When Finn calls on his brother for last-minute help with McKinley's musical, Kurt agrees to come back and lend a hand. There, he meets school badboy!Blaine Anderson who flirts with him until he finally gives in to his very sexy advances. Rated M for language and Blaine Anderson being a little to sexy on school property. AO3 or FF.net

[gleefanfictionfriday]

Glee Fanfiction Friday is returning!!! 

We have missed this little project so much and have come up with some amazing prompts that will go from August to the end of November, which means there will be 17 WEEKS WORTH OF WEEKLY NEW GLEE STORIES!

We have talked and are changing things up just a bit this time around. 

First, prompts will be posted on Mondays to give anyone who wants to participate ample time to come up with a story. 

Second, there will be three words associated with each prompt. You can use the exact prompt in your story, the three words, or the week’s post for inspiration. 

Third, this is open to any and ALL Glee pairings, characters, or ships. We want to read about the characters you love. 

Fourth, your story can be whatever length you want it to be. Do you have a story you’ve been wanting to add to? If a prompt fits, you can do that. You might even find one of the prompt sparks an idea for your next multi-chapter story. 

Fifth, there is a collection already set up on AO3 (Glee Fanfiction Friday) that you can post your stories to so that they are all in one place. You can also find all of the ones from last year there, too. 

At the end of the day, we really just want to share our fics with all of you, and we have found that writing from prompts is incredibly fun and stretches our abilities as writers. 

If you have ANY questions at all, please send us an ask or a direct message (either here or on our personal blogs @teddyshoney or @jayhawk-writes), and we will answer any question you have about this project. 

[jayhawk-writes]

Fill 2 of 3 for this weeks @gleefanfictionfriday prompts.

GFF Prompt: He only saw himself in a way that wasn’t even true. GFF Words: Mirror, Self-Esteem, Truth

Title: Lounge Singer

Beta: @teddyshoney

Word Count: 2087

Rating: Mature

Summary:  Blaine Anderson’s life was turned upside down one Thursday night while he was at work. Thank everything good in the world Kurt Hummel decided to walk in that particular night.

You can read it HERE on AO3 or HERE on FF.net.

[wispexists]

Last song: What Tim Wants from Black Friday 😢

Song stuck in head: Landslide by The Chicks

Fav color: mint green fuck yeah

Watching: Glee. ☹️

Reading: lots of one shot fanfictions

Currently craving: the release from my calc class

Last movie: The Age of Adaline

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory

Relationship status: single

Current obsession: THE STARKID HATCHETFIELD MUSICALS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE TALK TO ME ABOUT THEM PLEASE

Favorite food: fettuccine alfredo,,, yum,,

Last thing googled: how to find coordinates of inflection points

Dream trip: idk ireland

Anything you want rn: to stop doing calculus i did this tag game so i didnt have to do calculus homework the second i click reblog it's back to the calculus mines. Please god can someone let me out. Im so tired of calculus. Im failing

@awooga-awoogaa get tagged

tagged by @darling-valentine, thank you so much <3

-last song: Barricades from SNK

-song stuck in head: rn it's Arcade by Duncan Laurence

-fav colors: lilac, purple, wine red

-currently watching: Sousou no Frieren

-currently reading: still need to finish that book about Baldwin IV

-currently craving: mint ice cream

-last movie: rewatched Crimson Peak

-sweet, spicy or savory: feeling sweet rn

-relationship status: single and afraid

-current obsession: some historical figures- Baldwin IV the Lepper King and Kosem Sultan

-three fav foods: all pasta, all pizza, all sushi (but make it vegetarian!)

-last thing googled: some uni related stuff

-dream trip: Japan as well! i wanna see Shirakawa Go and Nana caffe

-anything you want right now: a new hot water bottle, i broke the cap of mine few days ago ://

tagging: @roseofcards90, @zerkwastaken, @moonhydrangea, @seelenity, @muninnhuginn, @not-quitenormal, @minty-muse, @thatsthatthisthis, @seiyv, @defonotacat, @bismuthwisdom, @fifi-soup, @witch-of-illusions, @evilnicegirl, @onewholivesinloops and literally everyone else who would like to! (no pressure ofc if u don't!)

[gleefulpoppet]

[AU] In the magical land of Hollywood where dreams come true, there’s an adage that states, “It’s impossible to tell what is real and what is fiction.” It’s even harder for Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson to separate as they were thrown into stardom overnight six years ago, and their show, His & His, is still the hottest thing on TV. Add to that being head over heels in love with each other, addicted to fanfiction, and have a propensity for roleplaying, and it’s got everyone buzzing as fans try to decide what these Hollywood stars are up to. Because sometimes, reality is stranger than crackfiction.

This is my story for the fall 2021 @gleefanfictionfriday​ challenge Prompt No. 6. I used the prompt words: Flight, Stuck and Overnight

You can read it from the start on AO3 [here]. Or you can find Chapter 6 [here].

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hi, ladies! I was wondering if you'd be willing to share the news about the new blog @jayhawk-writes and I have started, @gleefanfictionfriday. We're planning to continue the weekly prompt posts at least until December, perhaps longer, and we'll be posting the prompts from the new blog instead of our personal blogs as well as reblogging the fills there. We're just hoping to help our fandom creators to keep creating with a no pressure, fill when you're inspired, laid back event. Thanks! 😊

Hey @teddyshoney,

Absolutely! Glee Fanfiction Friday is a lovely idea, and thank you for doing this!

Readers: the prompts and further information can be found on @gleefanfictionfriday. Go find some inspiration for your next story or go find your next fic to read :-)

Hugs,

Marjan

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And another “not-really-limited-to-fic rec Friday!”

We’re continuing this new weekly tradition of “yes, Zelda AUs can be considered fanfiction”. I’m starting off with Zelda stuff because the second Tears of the Kingdom trailer dropped. I am so completely normal about this. (Narrator: She was, in fact, not so completely normal about this).

This week the spotlight is on Bonus Links by @bonus-links​/@ezdotjpg​ . I’ve been kind of following this AU since the beginning. It started out as some (gorgeous) redesigns and now there is an actual comic! We’re at chapter 1 now and it is very fun. 

@martsonmars​‘s blog title is “emo shit” and I know it refers to Baz but it also refers to me being emo about their fics. Walk With Me is so 🥺🥺🥺. I love Mordelia!

The Tale of Two Merwolves are two fics in one! Simon and Baz accidentally become parents of a baby merwolf and the fic is written in a round robin way by @martsonmars​ @onepintobean​ @raenestee​ @shrekgogurt​ & @wellbelesbian​, so there are two different versions. They’re both very sweet and *insert B99 meme here* Simon and Baz: we’ve only had Colin/Ariel for an hour but if anything happened to him/her, we would kill everyone in this room and then ourselves.

*off-key singing* But oh those summmmmeeeerr niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiights (tell me more, tell me moooore!) uhm anyway But, Oh, Those Summer Nights by @quizasvivamos​ was very fun and I am also a sucker for dog content in a fic. Damn, Kurt and Blaine really deserved a better time at Scandals than canon gave them.

I also started reading Scenes from December by @spaceorphan18​, because yes, I still have festive fics to read. I’m a little over halfway and it is sooo good.

Next week I hope to catch up on some WIPs that I am reading (that Torchwood fic, the Klaine Valentine fics... so many fics so little time).

I didn’t read that many fics this week, but that’s also because in non-fic news, I read the entire Heroes of Olympus series in one weekend. Friday was The Lost Hero. Then The Son of Neptune, The Mark of Athena and 40% of House of Hades on Saturday (I know), and then I finished the latter on Sunday and I also read The Blood of the Olympians. Yes. Each book was over 500 pages. I liked the series and I very much loved the characters. It was just a bit too much at some points. As the Dutch say, ik zag door het bos de bomen niet meer. But I did enjoy it and I am now waiting for my library to give me the Trail of Apollo books.

As usual, here are the tags on my personal blog, for if you want to browse:

Klaine fics (klfics)

Brittana fics (bsfics)

general Glee fics (glee fic)

Whoniverse fics (dw fic)

Check, Please! fics (omgcp fics)

Simon Snow series fics (co fics)

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[gleefanfictionfriday]

We were excited to have @thnxforknowingme join us last week and present us with this super adorable fill from this prompt:

As she/he walked toward the door of her/his favorite coffee shop, she/he looked down at her/his cup. "You're beautiful," was written in the place of her/his name. She/he turned around and their eyes met.

This is a super cute one-shot that took me immediately back to my days of waiting tables. The boys are so cute, dancing around their feelings and trying to figure out how to continue seeing each other. I loved it! It's also on AO3, so you can give it some love over there as well.

There Will Be Time

Pairing: Klaine

Rating: T, maybe even PG?

Word Count: 3k

Notes: So this is inspired by a prompt for @gleefanfictionfriday from literally three months ago...but I had it floating around in my head and it finally came together this week. Don't think too hard about how canon-compliant this is, and remember that Blaine's age is in a quantum state that changes depending on what is convenient for the plot.

The summer after Kurt gets his driver’s license, he also gets a job.

He needs money for gas, and clothes, and to start saving up for college somewhere far away from Lima. He knows he could just work more at the tire shop, and when he starts applying other places, his dad does ask him about it. He finds it hard to articulate - he doesn’t mind working for his dad, but he just wants something...separate. He wants to try something new.

Unfortunately, as a teenager with very limited experience during a recession, he’s not exactly the most attractive candidate for employment. The only place he gets as far as an interview is a family-owned 24-hour diner along the highway just outside of town.

The manager asks if he could work nights over the summer. Kurt hesitates, but it’s not like he has a busy social calendar to attend to. He says yes. He’s hired on the spot.

…

It’s not a bad job, all things considered. Mostly it’s boring, working into the late night and early morning, when customers are few and far inbetween. But the manager doesn’t care if he brings a book or sketchpad or his iPod, so when all the tables have been wiped and the floor swept and the customers seen to, he can sit at the counter and entertain himself as the minutes tick by.

The first time the boy comes in, he’s a little surprised. Teenagers and college students actually make up a decent percentage of the diner’s customers on the night shift, but they usually come in loud, rambunctious groups. That’s been the worst part of this job, worse than cleaning the bathrooms or mixing up orders or struggling to navigate the ancient cash register - seeing a group of McKinley jocks pile into a booth and having to treat them with professional civility, ignoring the cruel jokes and insults they say just loud enough for him to hear.

But this boy, looking around Kurt’s age, comes in by himself. He orders coffee and hashbrowns, his voice soft, and says “please” and “thank you.” Kurt wipes down surfaces behind the counter and tries not to be too obvious about watching the boy. While he eats he pulls out what looks like a textbook, turning pages and taking occasional notes.

After about an hour, the boy leaves, so Kurt goes over to bus his table. He picks up the empty coffee mug to reveal a bundle of dollar bills, and a napkin. Kurt picks up the tip and sticks it in his apron, and is about to toss the napkin on top of the dirty plate, when he sees something is written on it. A simple message in pen: Have a lovely night! :)

…

His name is Blaine.

It takes a while for Kurt to gain this information - a few more weeks of the boy coming in, drinking coffee (just black, which Kurt himself can’t stand), studying, and leaving friendly notes on napkins. Eventually Kurt works up the courage to ask what he’s studying, and why he’s studying at midnight, and what his name is.

His name is Blaine. He’s taking history and chemistry in summer school. He says he has trouble sleeping, so he might as well spend it getting ahead on his classes.

Kurt begins loitering at Blaine’s table whenever he has a free moment. Blaine doesn’t seem to mind. His iPod and sketchpad remain in his bag behind the counter, untouched on any night that Blaine shows up. They talk - about movies and music and books, about the lessons in Blaine’s textbooks, about the other people who show up in a diner in the middle of the night.

Kurt doesn’t tell him that he’s kept every napkin message he ever leaves behind. They say things like Thanks for the coffee and Hope you have a good night and You’re excellent company. Blaine keeps leaving them, getting increasingly personalized as they start to talk more.

…

“Oh god, quantum particles?” Kurt says one night, looking over Blaine’s shoulder. “That stuff is legitimately just nonsense.”

Blaine glances up with a friendly grin. “Thank you, that’s reassuring.”

“I mean, I did well in chemistry.” Kurt says. “I understood almost all of the material. But this is where it truly goes off the rails. What is that even supposed to mean?”

Blaine taps his pen against the textbook. “Well, I’ve got to figure it out. You want to help me?”

Kurt smiles. “Yeah, let me just check on that trucker and I’ll see what I can do.”

He refills the coffee of the only other customer in the diner, glances in the bathroom to make sure it doesn’t need cleaning, and returns to Blaine’s table to slide into the bench across from him.

Within five minutes of going over Blaine’s assignment together, it’s clear that Blaine understands the material better than Kurt does.

“Look, it’s been a few months since I had to think about this stuff,” Kurt says defensively. “It’s summer, I’m not supposed to be taking classes.”

Blaine hums in response, not looking up from his notebook. Kurt tilts his head, and realizes that just now, after weeks of napkin notes and coffee refills and friendly banter, he’s never actually questioned why Blaine is taking classes over the summer.

“What’re these classes for, anyway?” he asks, setting his elbow on the table’s surface and resting his head on his fist. “Are you some crazy overachiever? Getting ahead while all your classmates slack off for a few months?”

Blaine still doesn’t look up at him. “No,” he says to the textbook. “Catching up, actually.” He clears his throat, and after a moment he does tilt his chin up, meeting Kurt’s eyes. “I transferred schools at the end of last year, and - the new one is a lot more academically challenging.” He shrugs.

“Ah,” Kurt says. He wants to ask where he goes to school. He knows it’s not McKinley, he would’ve recognized Blaine if he’d seen him there before. But that would be closer to personal information than they’ve ever veered before. He thinks they’re becoming friends - hopes they are, anyway - but as it stands now, they have no way of finding each other outside the walls of the diner.

Kurt hears, across the room, the gruff clearing of a throat. He quickly stands up, shooting Blaine an apologetic smile, and heads back over to the trucker to give him his check.

…

Kurt’s not sure that his sleep schedule is ever going to recover.

His shifts end any time from midnight to five AM, so he sleeps late into the day. He has breakfast in the afternoon, dinner with his dad, and then heads off for work in the evening. Even on days he doesn’t work, he can’t fall asleep before three or four. The inversion of his schedule makes everything feel a little surreal. There’s a quiet magic to being in the diner during its deserted hours, when normal people should be asleep. There’s some sort of sanctity to the late nights, an odd kinship with the other outsiders who for whatever reason need a plate of pancakes at 2:30AM. But the feeling seems to bleed over into the rest of Kurt’s life - like he’s some sort of undead creature who stumbles through the daylight, and only really comes alive at night.

There’s some feeling he can’t describe - or maybe it’s a combination of feelings - but it’s like he’s unlocked a whole new range of emotion when he climbs into his car just as the sky is beginning to lighten and drives home, tired after a shift while the rest of the world is waking up, seeing the sky turn from gray to bruised purple to pale blue, stumbling into his darkened house, quiet not to wake up his dad, walking into his bedroom, sliding open the drawer on his nightstand, and adding a new napkin letter to the pile.

…

He tries not to let himself get too hopeful.

It’s just that somehow, Blaine has become the best part of his life this summer. Between his lack of good friends and his mostly-boring job, seeing Blaine one or two nights a week has become a bright spot, something to look forward to. Blaine listens to him, and smiles at him, and leaves friendly and kind and teasing notes for him.

Even just having a friend would be a revelation, a triumph. He’s so grateful if that’s all they become.

So he tries not to hope for more.

But - could there be? Sometimes, when they catch each other’s eye, when Kurt leans in close to read from his textbook or hand him his mug, when there’s a moment of silence in their conversation and they just sit there smiling at each other...his heart flutters with hope, and he tries to ignore it.

It’s a night in late July when Blaine comes in and, instead of the usual massive textbook, pulls out a small book with a blue cover, holding it open in one hand so he can eat French fries with the other.

“That’s different,” Kurt says when he gets a chance to hover near Blaine’s table.

“Summer reading,” he explains. “For my English class this fall. We’re starting with modernist poetry.”

Kurt still doesn’t know what school Blaine goes to, but the phrase starting with modernist poetry indicates that it is nothing at all like McKinley. “What is it?��

Blaine shuts the book, keeping his thumb slipped into the page he was reading. He shows the cover to Kurt, and says, “T. S. Eliot.”

Kurt shrugs. “I’ve never heard of - him?”

Blaine nods. “Him. I don’t understand a lot of it, but the language is nice. There’s one I really like, hold on.”

He wipes his free hand on a napkin before opening the book again, carefully turning back through the pages, and then presents it to Kurt.

Kurt sticks his receipt pad into his apron and takes it. Something sticks in his throat as he reads the title.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

His heart stutters, and he internally chastises it. Coincidence, he tells it. This doesn’t mean anything.

He reads only the first few lines before the bell on the door jingles. He looks up and sees a group of people - youngish, but older than him, boisterous, the sound of their clumsy movements and overlapping chatter suddenly filling the diner.

Kurt sighs, hands the book back to Blaine. “Sorry,” he says.

Blaine smiles. “Go ahead.”

It takes the group a long time to order, and he has to ferry drinks and food back to their table, and by the time they’re finally settled and the sparse other customers have been checked in on, Kurt turns back to Blaine’s table and sees that he’s gone.

His heart sinks, and he goes to clear the dishes. There’s enough cash stuck under the basket of fries to pay for the meal and tip nearly fifty percent. And a new napkin message - perhaps the longest so far.

Let us go, it reads, through certain half-deserted streets / The muttering retreats / Of restless nights in all-night cheap diners / No sawdust restaurants, but something finer.

When he finally gets home that night - morning? - he immediately Googles the poem. He finds the lines that Blaine quoted, and the words that he changed to fit them. He reads through the whole poem, then reads it again.

Hope beats through his veins like adrenaline, and he tries to stamp it down, but he can’t.

…

The next time Blaine comes in, he has no books.

“I finished my classes,” he says as Kurt pours him a coffee - he doesn’t ask, anymore, just assumes that Blaine will want one. “Aced them both.”

“Congratulations,” Kurt replies, but he feels a little strangled when he realizes what this means. “I guess your study strategy paid off.”

“Well,” Blaine says with a shrug, “I had a good study partner to motivate me.”

Kurt knows that he’s blushing, knows there’s nothing he can do to stop it. “I don’t know about partner,” he says. “I’m not sure I learned much.”

“A cheerleader, then,” Blaine says. “Or just an encouraging friend.”

Friend, the word is a gift, it echoes in Kurt’s ears. A friend is someone you might see outside of a diner someday, someone whose last name or address you might learn. “Happy to help,” Kurt tells him.

Kurt gets pulled away to serve other customers, but when he has another lull, he slides into the booth across from Blaine.

“So,” he says, knitting his fingers together anxiously. “If you don’t need to study anymore, I guess I won’t be seeing you around so much.”

Blaine looks at him, and - his expression seems careful, controlled. “School is starting soon,” he says. “So it’s probably not wise for me to be spending so much time late at night in a diner.”

Kurt nods. “Right,” he agrees. “I can’t work nights once school starts.” As weird as this summer has been, Kurt is sort of dreading its end. He’ll have to go back to being a day person, getting up early and going to class and being surrounded by his peers who either hate him or ignore him. He’s never felt much at home in the normal, sunlit world, but over the past few months he found a strange peace in being nocturnal. And then, of course, he also found Blaine.

He knows he’s going to lose the bizarre serenity of his night shifts. He doesn’t want to lose Blaine, too.

Do I dare? Kurt thinks, Disturb the universe?

Blaine speaks before he has to make up his mind, though. “Still a few weeks before school, though,” he says.

Kurt exhales slowly. It isn’t exactly what he wanted, but it feels like - something, at least. “Right,” he says, trying for a cheerful tone. “There’s still time.”

The note Blaine leaves that night reads I might need to start taking decaf, but I won’t be kicking my late-night coffee habit any time soon.

…

It’s mid-August, the air damp and warm even in the middle of the night, and when Kurt hears the jingle of the door opening and looks up to see Blaine’s familiar form, his heart leaps.

Kurt has to force himself to look away in order to finish serving the customer in front of him, but as soon as he can he walks across the room to Blaine’s regular table and sits down across from him.

“Good evening,” Blaine says, lips twisted into a smile.

“Hi,” Kurt says, and decides he can’t hold this off. “It’s my last week. Of night shifts.”

“Oh,” Blaine says, and his grin fades, but doesn’t disappear completely. He looks down at his hands, where they’re resting on the table, fingers neatly intertwined. Neither of them speaks for a moment, hearing only the sounds of silverware clinking against dishes, the neon buzz of the OPEN sign, the grill sizzling in the kitchen.

“Kurt, look - “ Blaine says, his tone uncertain, eyes still downturned.

“Blaine,” Kurt interrupts him. He’s spent the last week working up the courage to do this, convincing himself it’s worth it - he might never see Blaine again if he doesn’t say something, so what does he have to lose? “I’ve really enjoyed seeing you this summer, and hanging out with you. Despite the circumstances - “ he gestures broadly at the diner around them, and sees the corner of Blaine’s mouth twitch up, “it’s become...really important to me.”

Blaine looks up, and Kurt can’t read his expression.

To have squeezed the universe into a ball, Kurt remembers, the poem practically memorized by now, To roll it towards some overwhelming question. “So,” he goes on. “I don’t...want this to be goodbye.”

Then Blaine’s face splits into that smile, that heartbreaking gorgeous smile. “Me neither,” he replies.

Kurt feels woozy with relief. “Really?”

Blaine nods, and reaches over to pull a napkin out of the dispenser. He glances around the table and then laughs to himself. “I don’t actually have a pen tonight.”

Kurt reaches into his apron and pulls out his own pen for taking orders, holding it out to Blaine.

“Thanks,” Blaine says, spreading the napkin carefully down on the table and writing on it. “I’ll have to study even more once school starts,” he says. “And I can always use coffee. So, maybe - we could still do this, at a more reasonable time.” He finishes writing, slides the napkin and pen towards Kurt, and adds, “Maybe even somewhere that you don’t work, so you don’t have to go help other customers all the time.”

Kurt stares down at the napkin, where Blaine has written a phone number, and then his own name. As though Kurt might regularly collect phone numbers written on diner napkins and need to remember whose this one is. As though Kurt doesn’t have a dozen other notes from Blaine saved in his room. As though Kurt hasn’t memorized his handwriting at this point.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Kurt says, picking up the phone number reverently.

They’re quiet for a moment, the air heavy between them, before Kurt speaks again. “Are you gonna want decaf tonight?”

Blaine ducks his head, smiling. “Not just yet.”

Kurt stands up, slipping the phone number into his apron. “One regular coffee, coming right up.”

And then it’s just this - a regular night between the two of them, chatting when Kurt doesn’t have other things to do, Blaine doing his summer reading when Kurt is pulled away to other responsibilities. Even though it’s delightfully comfortable, there’s also a heightened feeling to each word and glance between them - knowing that this is the last night they’ll have like this, but it isn’t the last night they’ll have.

Blaine is yawning between his words before he finally decides to go home. Kurt wonders where home is for him, and what it’s like, and how he gets away with spending late hours of the night in a diner. But he knows he might discover these things one day.

He rings Blaine’s ticket up at the counter, and scrawls a message on the back of the receipt. When he drops it off at Blaine’s table, he says, “I’ll talk to you soon.”

“That better be a promise,” Blaine replies.

When Kurt finishes his shift and checks his phone before driving home, he has several new texts from an unknown number.

The first is a photo, flash-lit, clearly taken in the dark, of the receipt Kurt had handed Blaine. He recognizes, in his own handwriting, the message he’d left: his phone number, then the Lima Bean, Saturday, 3pm?

The next message is Blaine’s commentary: Leaving notes is my thing, you stole it!

And finally: And yes - I’ll see you Saturday.

The world is dark as Kurt drives home, mostly alone on the streets, accompanied only by the faint buzz of the radio. But as he pulls into his driveway and steps out, he sees the slightest sliver of gray in the east, the promise of a sunrise, and he feels awake and alive and hopeful.

[little-escapist]

Hmmm.

I think the next installment of Underneath verse is going to be posted tomorrow (Tuesday 29th of September). Be on the lookout :)