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rockitmans · 2 years ago

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In case you're still taking numbers: 23. If this is too late, feel free to ignore!

You're not too late! I'm gonna try and do as many of these as I can

23. in relief

from the kiss list / see the rest

Notes: don't be deceived by how this starts it's actually super fluffy I promise 😅

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Blaine is running late. Usually this wouldn't bother Kurt. He doesn't make it his business to keep close tabs on his roommate, generally speaking. But it does bother him today because:

a) Blaine Anderson, neurotic sweetheart that he is, is almost never late. He plans routes with the sole goal of shaving off thirty seconds of travel time. He has an actual pocket watch for God's sake. And,

b) Kurt has lived in New York for five years now and he has never experienced snow in the city like this.

It's like a celestial being has dumped icing sugar directly over New York. It went from normal grey and slightly miserable looking to the sparkling white of a particularly fantastical Christmas card so fast, that Kurt feels like it happened between breaths. And, to coin a phrase, it's showing no signs of stopping.

The blizzard, because that's all it can be, is billowing across the city in huge icy gusts. The snow continues to fall. Kurt is sure that it's already up to his knee height just from a cursory glance out the window. And Blaine is out there. In that.

Kurt pulls out his phone and quickly taps out a message.

Kurt: Where are you?

His finger hovers over the send. Maybe he's jumping the gun a little. He's not out here trying to be an alarmist for no reason. He adds a smiley face to make it seem more bright and breezy and sends it off.

He marches agitatedly back to the window seat and peers out again, staring at the snow like he can make it stop through sheer willpower. He wants Blaine to be here. With him. Drinking hot cocoa and curled up next to him, watching old movies. Not fighting a storm, outside and alone.

Kurt's phone buzzes and he snatches it up. But it's not Blaine. It's an emergency alert for weather. No fucking kidding. But, worse than that, it's quickly followed by a news flash telling him the trains are now closed and no longer running.

The spool of worry that was just starting to unravel in Kurt's belly, drops and spills, unfurling uncontrollably until he's almost sick with it. He's aware he's barely given Blaine five minutes to answer the text but he starts a call to him anyway. It goes straight to voicemail. He swallows painfully.

He knows he's jumping straight to panic with no real evidence that anything is wrong. But he's received too many devastating phone calls in the last few years alone, to ever believe that things Like That could never happen to People Like Him. That bad things couldn't happen to the people he loves.

Blaine is more than a roommate. They've been together since the dorms at NYU. He's Kurt's best friend, his study buddy, his partner in crime. Kurt needs to know he's ok.

Kurt's phone buzzes again and he scrambles for it, but this time it's his dad.

Dad: Saw the weather alert kiddo. Hope you and Blaine are safe at home and you're stocked up.

Kurt: I'm home. But Blaine isn't back from work yet.

Kurt: I'm worried about him.

Kurt types out the message with the vain hope of a child whose parent is going to magically fix everything. Even though he's way too old for all that.

Dad: Well he's probably just been delayed by the storm. He'll be back any minute. Let's give him ten before we panic. You can always call him.

Kurt doesn't want to admit he's already called and that he doesn't feel particularly soothed by Burt's practicality. So he just sends back a thumbs up.

He calls Blaine again. It goes straight to voicemail. Kurt takes a steadying breath. He's letting the fear fuel him. Maybe all that's happening is that he keeps calling Blaine at the exact same time Blaine is trying to call him. That roommate psychic link they have that means they know exactly what take out food the other person needs in times of crisis is just in full effect. He resolves to wait for a few minutes to see if Blaine will get through.

It's painful. He takes to pacing, staring at the blank screen of his phone. The screen only reflects back his own pale face, mirroring his own stress. He unlocks it again, feeling squashed by his inability to do anything practical. He goes back to his message to Blaine to check the read receipts. It was never even received.

He moves toward the door and grabs his coat before he even knows what he's doing. Some instinctual part of him was really about to march out into a snow storm to… what? Where would he even begin looking for one tiny human in a city of millions. Blaine's probably not even out there. If he has any sense, he's hunkered down with a friend or colleague that lives nearer to his work.

Sensible thinking doesn't curb the growing terror. Kurt just knows that life without Blaine in it, is not a life that he really wants to contemplate, ever, and that's far too big a thought to try and explore right now. Not with his heart trying to claw its way out of his throat.

He slowly puts his coat back on the hook.

And that's exactly when the door opens and Blaine is walking through it, snow in his hair. "Holy hell, it's freezing out there," he says and he sounds so… normal. Cheerful even.

Kurt has to accept that all things considered Blaine is only twenty five minutes late home at most. But seeing him here so suddenly, whole and smiling, makes embarrassing tears spring to his eyes.

Blaine notices that he's standing right by the door and lifts an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Where were you?" Kurt gasps before he can even attempt to act cool.

Blaine looks confused but then he seems to clock Kurt's expression and he softens instantly. "Were you worried? I'm so sorry. They closed the trains so I had to get off at a stop early and walk the rest of the way. Disaster."

"I called you…"

"Ah." Blaine ducks his head and pulls his phone from his pocket. It's spidered with vicious cracks. "Bad day to smash my phone."

Kurt looks from the broken phone to Blaine's face. He's pink from cold and his curls are loose and damp from the melting snow. He's beautiful. He's perfect and alive and he's here and God is he in trouble.

"You idiot," Kurt snaps. "You absolute idiot."

He doesn't even think. Fear and relief mingle into blind action. He grabs these lapels of Blaine's coat and hauls him forward. Straight into a crushing kiss. Blaine drops his phone again.

Kurt feels Blaine's ripple of surprise all the way down his body but then he relaxes and, after a moment, his lips respond under Kurt's. Kurt softens all at once, his mouth gentling and his hands feeling across Blaine's shoulders and back and down his arms, subconsciously checking that he's truly okay.

Blaine moves with him, turning his nose to tuck against Kurt's cheek and it's freezing but Kurt doesn't care. His arms have settled comfortably over Blaine's shoulders and he presses their chests flush, greedy to feel Blaine's responding heartbeat thumping against his.

He kisses Blaine until Blaine's mouth and cheeks are warm again. He kisses Blaine until Blaine's hands have moved to cup Kurt's jaw and neck and the small noise he makes shows it's obvious that he's not just being kind, and humouring Kurt's moment of madness, he's as lost in it as Kurt is. He kisses Blaine because he can't ever imagine stopping. And Kurt thinks oh.

It's Blaine that eventually breaks it, moving back only enough to rest their foreheads together. "Please tell me that wasn't just a 'thank God you're not dead' kiss," he breathes into the space between them. He sounds like he's trying to make a joke but the vulnerability and hopefulness are tangible.

"Not just that," Kurt assures. He feels dizzy and warm. And some things are starting to make a lot of sense. "I um… might be having an epiphany."

Blaine huffs a small laugh, intimate in its closeness. "Took you long enough."

Kurt wants to ask about that but there's too many thoughts crowding for space. "Let me make you a hot drink," Kurt says instead, pressing another soft kiss to Blaine's mouth to show it's not a rejection. Blaine needs to warm up and Kurt needs to de-stress and now is not the moment for life changing conversations. There will be time for all that.

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Later, once Blaine is showered and dressed in dry clothes and Kurt has coaxed him into drinking two cocoas and they're wrapped around each other while they watch Wizard of Oz, Burt texts again.

Dad: I didn't hear anything else so assumed Blaine was safe. But just wanted to double make sure my third son was home.

Kurt smiles. Burt has always adored Blaine since the moment they became roommates in the dorms. Kurt's eyes slide to Blaine. He's resting in the vee of Kurt's spread legs, his back to Kurt's chest, his loose curls tickling Kurt's chin.

Kurt ducks down slightly to press a kiss to Blaine's clothed shoulder and Blaine turns into him, brushing his nose against Kurt's cheek. It feels so natural, being with Blaine like this. Kurt doesn't one hundred percent know what this means for them yet but he does know one thing. He opens the text from his dad back up.

Kurt: Yes. Blaine is home.

#klaine #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction #glee #my fic #the kiss fics #asks #little-escapist

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justawanderer · 9 months ago

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Mike Change follows his friends to NYC for university-NYU Pre-Med with a shit ton of dance classes because his parents never said anything about a minor in the arts, only that he was expected to go to med school.

He has a solid support system in his glee friends but doesn’t mind branching out and is kinda excited to not be in Lima and to lean into who he is-he starts wearing the clothes he’s always wanted to wear, ones he bought on a secret shopping spree with Kurt on a summer steal away trip to Colombus their last spring break at home.

He lets Blaine talk him into a helix piercing when Blaine gets an earring and he loves having a family in New York.

A bunch of his dance class mates comment on it when he starts eating lunch with them. He feels a weird twinge in his chest when he notices half the compliments come from his fellow male dancers and realizes he doesn’t mind their attention.

But he also starts hanging out with an international students exchange club and meets Raphael and Ragnor and Catarina. He loves his glee friends but he’s starting to feel seen as his own person. Something that had been impossible in Lima and in HS.

He starts a study group with the beautiful Izzy in his Biology and Chem classes and becomes fast friends with her. He lets her do his make up and finds a thrilling sort of inner peace when he sees himself in eyeliner. She gushes and complains that her big brother would never let her do this.

He meets said big brother-a pre law giant of man (seriously taller than Finn!)- who glares at everything that’s not his sister, but smiles at Mike when he asks about the man’s archery medals. (Who the fuck is on an Olympic team and Doesn’t brag about it?!) Mikes chest twinges again and he tells himself it’s because Alec is the type of guy friend he’s always wanted.

He wakes himself up one Friday morning, sheets a damp mess with hazy memories of his dream but possibly Alec’s name on his lips. He shakes himself out of it and lets a pretty blonde ballerina from class push him into an empty bedroom at the party he attends that night.

He spends the next few weeks with all the various girls he dances with.

He spends an equal amount of Wednesday’s studying with Alec at a coffee shop-But! They both have that time free and they both like coffee and Mike’s never really made his own friends, they always adopt him, not the other way around! So that’s why he’s always so excited to see Alec.

It’s getting harder to lie to himself when the bottle he spins at the next party he’s at lands on a ginger ROTC guy named George. They make out to the cheers of the other partiers and Mike spends the night drunkenly telling himself that kissing is just an enjoyable thing. He spends the next morning soberly googling if a kiss makes you gay.

A couple more weeks, a couple more weekends spent with the dance girls, until Rachel and Kurt throw a NYADA midterms party and he only had a half a beer but let’s Kurt’s friend Imasu blow him in the bathroom. He tries to talk it away like the kiss-it feels good no matter who it is-until he’s on his knees reciprocating and finds he likes it as much as any other part of sex.

He skips that Wednesday with Alec and can’t explain why the “Hope you’re okay” text makes him ache when he ignores it.

He shuts down on himself, only hangs out with his known friends and throws himself into a short lived relationship with the blonde ballerina to try and keep himself “on track” when he walks in on her and their teacher. He wasn’t in love with her, but it does hurt and he definitely doesn’t want to be involved with whatever shit is going to hit the fan when the administration finds out about her.

He spends Halloween half drunk, crying and spilling all of this to Kurt and Blaine. They sit with him, cuddle him, drink with him. And they’re there with him when he finally says out loud that he’s Bisexual. They celebrate at 4 am with pancakes at the local all night diner.

He rejoins study group and explains himself to an icy Izzy who thaws and sends him a blinding smile and wraps him in a big hug.

Ragnor didn’t know that he didn’t know that he was bi but bucks him on the shoulder in solidarity. Cat hugs him and welcomes him back. Raphael tells him he doesn’t care as long as he doesn’t have to see any sappy shit.

On Wednesday he gets to their table early and buys Alec his stupid sweet caramel latte as an apology. He awkwardly stutters out an explanation and even more awkwardly comes out to the then man who is watching him with wide owlish eyes. Alec grins at him when he’s done and quietly comes out to Mike himself and if his whole being light up on the inside, then that’s Mike business alone.

He goes home at Thanksgiving and comes out to his family. He sister hugs him. His mom smiles kindly at him, but his father yells in a tone Mike’s never heard before. It’s ugly, it’s horribly painful and Mikes ready to get up and leave after his father vows to cut him off when his mother stands up for him. He leaves Lima with a hug from his mom and sister but totally disowned by his dad.

His mom’s parents step up to cover his expenses and tell him they don’t care who he loves and long as he’s successful and happy-San Francisco is good for them. He’ll keep his pre-med for now-he likes the idea of providing healthcare to those in need, but declare dance a double major to keep his options totally open.

He goes back to NYU and his friends and they mourn with him and rage with him and are there on his birthday when he moves to change his name in court so he doesn’t have to be tied to a man who hates him. (if his father wanted resort to Latin for insulting him, then he’s going to own that)

At the new year’s party he throws celebrating his new name and identity-he introduces himself as Magnus Bane and is greeted with an eager Alec grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket and kissing him In front of the whole party.

He walks into the new year a new man with an extended family he wouldn’t trade for anything and love he never saw coming.

#malec #mundane Malec #mundane Magnus bane origin story #glee crossover #I like when things are connected

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forabeatofadrum · 2 years ago

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The Winner Takes It All

Summary: Kurt and Blaine are researchers at the theatre department of NYU. After finishing a paper, they need to decide the order of authorship. Since they contributed to the research equally, Blaine suggests a Broadway sing-off contest to determine it with the winner becoming the first author.

Kurt loves Blaine’s idea. But he also has an agenda on his own.

Notes: This is a little, somewhat cracky fic inspired by this post on WTF, Scientific Papers? and I knew I wanted to Klaine-ify it. Thank you Beth @quizasvivamos and Gwen @cerriddwenluna with brainstorming for the title.

Enjoy!

AO3 | S&C

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“Finally!”

Kurt holds up his hand for a high-five. Blaine enthusiastically gives one. After months of hard labour, their academic paper is done and it’s ready to be submitted to a journal for the review process. They’ve spent hours and hours researching queer representation in Broadway by overanalysing Broadway scripts and it has paid off.

Well, it’s almost done. They need to decide the order of the authorship. In academics, the author who has contributes the most gets credited first, but this was a collaborative process. They had a fair share in their work.

But luckily, Blaine had thought ahead.

“When we’re finished, we need to do a Broadway sing-off. Whoever wins is named first.”

Kurt immediately was on board. It reminded him of the diva-offs from high school. They both already picked a song and they even found volunteers to judge. Luckily, the people in the NYU theatre department know how to judge a performance.

“So, I guess it is time then?” Blaine says once they’ve calmed down their celebration.

Kurt nods.

“Let’s text the others for a time and date.”

“Bring it on,” Blaine holds out his hand as a sign of sportsmanship and Kurt shakes it. When he touches Blaine, he feels warm in his chest, but he pushes that down. That’s what he’s been doing during the entire process of working together, since he can’t afford to swoon on the job.

But my God, Kurt wants to swoon. How can one not swoon over Blaine Anderson?

Blaine doesn’t make it easy, especially when he gives Kurt a wink. He’s so good-mannered and playful. Blaine came with this whole idea in the first place and it perfectly fits Blaine.

Kurt quickly lets go of Blaine’s hand so that he can text his colleagues.

A few days later, Kurt, Blaine and some colleagues are gathered in the lounge. Kurt has picked a specific song weeks ago, but he’s a bit nervous to perform it. Not because he thinks he’s going to fail. Kurt knows he can sing. He’s confident about his performance. It’s the song he’s nervous about.

He’s making a risky move, he knows it.

“Welcome everyone!” Rachel says into the mic. Of course she volunteered to lead this sing-off the moment Kurt and Blaine told her of their plan.

Kurt is standing on her left on the small make-shift stage. Blaine’s on her right. Artie has dimmed the light and he’s shining a desk lamp in their faces as an impromptu stage light.

“Artie, can you please tone it down!” Rachel says harshly, which is rude, but she isn’t wrong.

“Sorry,” Artie mutters and Kurt blinks. Now he can actually see his small audience. All of the theatre department are gathered in the staff room.

Rachel clears her throat.

“Dear guests, welcome to the sing-off between Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson,” Rachel says and people in the room cheer and applaud. Kurt and Blaine share a smile behind Rachel’s back. Man, their colleagues are great.

“Go Kurt!” Mercedes yells.

“Go Blaine!” Tina yells back.

Rachel shushes the crowd.

“Guys, guys, they haven’t even sung yet. Oh my God. Ahem, as I was saying, welcome. As you all may know, Kurt and Blaine have worked tremendously hard on their latest article, named We are who we are: Queering Broadway and beyond-”

The audience erupts into another round of applause. Rachel has to do more crowd control, but Kurt and Blaine don’t mind. They indeed worked hard, so they appreciate the feedback.

“Anyway, since these lovely gentlemen have contributed an equal amount, they decided to-”

“Can they sing already?” Santana hollers from the back, “We all read the invitation. We want to see the action!”

Rachel turns red, but the audience seems to agree. Kurt has to stifle a laugh. Rachel does love unnecessary dramatics and speeches.

“Ahem,” Rachel says again. She actually says the word ‘ahem’. “Very well. Kurt, Blaine, please step forward.”

They do.

Rachel takes a coin out of her bedazzled purse.

“Head or tails?” she asks.

“Head!” Blaine yells.

“Tails!” Kurt exclaims at the same time.

It’s not a discussion. Kurt and Blaine have worked for long enough to know each other’s preferred coin side.

Rachel flips the coin and shows that head has won. Blaine fist bumps the air and he looks adorable. Normally, Kurt would be enthralled by it, but now his mind is reeling. Blaine is going first. Kurt knew that there was a 50% chance that it would happen, but he still doesn’t know if this benefits him, or if this is detrimental to his plan.

If he were to go first, it would be like ripping off the Band-Aid. No time to overthink it. But now he goes last, which means he has to sit with his decision a bit longer. Fuck, why did he agree to this? They should’ve just done a coin flip, like now.

“Alright, give it up for our very own Blaine Anderson!” Rachel cheers and the audience follows suit. Kurt and Rachel take a seat so that the focus is on Blaine and oh boy, Kurt is focusing. Kurt is focusing hard.

Although he almost loses focus when Blaine walks off stage to grab a guitar. What is he planning?

“Alright everyone,” Blaine says to the crowd as he strums his guitar, “I won’t keep you waiting.”

Then he looks right at Kurt.

“Kurt, this is for you. May the best singer win. Artie?”

Artie nods and he hits play on the YouTube video. The mood is instantly killed when they first have to sit through two 30 second long ads, and Sam chastises Artie for not having an AdBlocker installed, but Kurt uses this extra minute to compose himself.

He definitely needs it when the music starts playing and he recognises it. Blaine plays his guitar to go along.

When the earth was still flat And clouds made of fire And mountains stretched up to the sky Sometimes higher

“Holy shit,” Rachel mutters, but Kurt isn’t paying attention on her. His eyes are fixated on Blaine, and Blaine keeps staring back. Kurt sits back in his chair and he feels… well… overwhelmed. Blaine is serenading Kurt.

Or so it seems.

I mean, why else would Blaine sing a song called Origin of Love while looking at Kurt like that? Blaine loses himself in the music and Kurt can feel the emotion. He’s shook to the core. All the love and affection that he’s been bottling up are resurfacing.

When Blaine’s finished and everyone is clapping, Kurt’s in tears.

“Well?” Blaine asks Kurt.

He slings his guitar over his shoulder and he looks so earnest. Kurt stands up to face him and-

“You dickhead!” he yells out. Tears flow down his cheeks and Blaine looks flabbergasted and saddened. The room has gone dead silent and Kurt can feel Rachel’s hand on his arm.

“Kurt-”

“No, no, no!” Kurt cuts Blaine off, “Damnit, Blaine, you stole my thunder! I had it all planned out and now you come in and do the same fucking thing?”

“What…” Blaine still looks confused, but instead of saddened, he’s hopeful.

“This was going to be my big moment. I’ve spent all week going over this, trying to find the perfect song to serenade you with, and you do this!” Kurt yells through his tears, but then he starts laughing.

“You… were going to serenade me?”

“Yes! I had it all planned out. I was even going to say that my name is Kurt Hummel and that I am auditioning for the role of Blaine’s boyfriend-”

And the next thing Kurt knows, Blaine’s jumped off the stage and he plants a big kiss on Kurt’s lips. Their audience goes wild and Kurt can’t help but feel incredibly happy. They keep kissing until Rachel coughs.

Kurt and Blaine look at their bemused colleagues. No one seems super surprised and Brittany gives Mike a 10 dollar bill.

“Uhm, Kurt, as wonderful as this all is… you still need to perform. This is a competition.”

Kurt feels like he’s already won, but she’s right.

“Good luck,” Blaine says. He gives Kurt another quick kiss, which makes Puck whistle, before setting the guitar aside and sitting next to Rachel. Kurt takes his spot on the stage and he gives a thumb up to Artie.

After another round of annoying YouTube ads, the song that Kurt carefully picked out starts to play.

The moon First time I heard your voice Moonlight burst into the room

Blaine eyes light up when he realises that Kurt is singing No One Else. Kurt thought this was going to be his big confession, but now that the hard part has been done, he can unapologetically make sure that Blaine understands the message.

When Kurt’s finished, he takes a bow and everyone cheers.

Rachel gets up.

“Alright. I will give you all 5 minutes to deliberate on your choice. And Kurt and Blaine can use these 5 minutes to make out some more-”

“Wanky!” Santana hoots.

“-before we come back with the results.”

“What do you mean it’s a tie?” Rachel says when she sees that the same amount of hands are in the air for each candidate.

“Well… they were both outstanding,” Quinn, who has her hand raised in Kurt’s favour, says, “I mean, I am picking Kurt, but honestly, I am not sure about it either. Blaine was so good.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Finn says with a shrug. He voted for Blaine. “Kurt fucking killed it.”

Everyone in the room murmurs their agreement. Rachel looks like she’s going to lose it, so Kurt cuts in before she can say anything else.

“Uh, Rachel, if I may?”

Rachel pouts, but she steps aside.

“Everyone, thank you. And thank you for allowing us to express our feelings towards each other.”

“Yeah,” Blaine says and he takes Kurt’s hand in his, which leads to another round of cheers.

Kurt tries not to blush.

“Anyway, I think this is not going to result in anything, so how about we do it the old fashioned way after all?”

Blaine raises an eyebrow, but he catches on quickly.

“Head!” he yells.

“Tail!” Kurt shouts at the same time.

“Rachel, will you do the honour?”

Rachel beams. Yes, she will. She takes out the coin and flips it.

Bibliography

Anderson, B. & Hummel, K. (2023). We are who we are: Queering Broadway and beyond. Journal of theatre studies, 2(4), 206 – 216.

Anderson, B. & Hummel, K. (2024). Who’s afraid of queer Virginia Woolf?: Reparative readings and reinterpretations from a queer perspective. Journal of theatre studies, 6(2), 414 - 421.

Anderson, B. & Hummel, K. (2025). Just be who you wanna be: Coming out narratives in theatre. Journal of theatre studies, 3(2), 51 – 68.

Hummel, K. & Anderson, B. (2026). “I support gay rights, but I also support gay wrongs!”: Reactions towards queer(coded) villains on the stage. Journal of theatre studies, 1(4), 301 – 317.

Hummel, K. & Anderson, B. (2027). Gay or European?: Cultural diversity in queer representation in musicals. Journal of theatre studies, 1(5), 514 - 530.

Hummel-Anderson, K. & Hummel-Anderson, B. (2028). A place where we belong: Happy endings and queer joy on the Great White Way. Journal of theatre studies, 2(4), 12 - 21.

Acknowledgments

Both authors, as usual, contributed to this paper equally. A Broadway sing-off was used to determine the order of the authors’ names. After a tie, a classic heads or tails was used. This happens every time the authors publish a paper together. They do not mind.

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End notes: Fun fact, I did an actual coin flip to decide who would get to be the first author on their paper. Then I switched it up for their later papers only to remember that bibliography is ordered alphabetically so I changed it to Blaine for the first couple of papers. I had a lot of fun coming up with their wacky paper names. There are also some smaller easter eggs in the APA. Hehehehehe.

#klaine #glee #holy fuck I wrote #2023 #ficlet

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bitbybitwrites · 9 months ago

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Hey, @fallevs . . finally got a chance to respond!

So yeah . . you know, even though I'm usually a Klaine first kinda person - I am so down with a Sebklaine fic.

I think its because I really do love Sebastian in general as a character - I feel he could be the bad guy, the good guy, the snarky best friend, the rival, the instigator, the steamy romantic partner, the insecure guy hiding behind a facade or snobbery. Just love all the possibilities with him.

So in this fic, I was thinking that they'd be first strangers to friends to lovers.

Kurt's in search of a new place to live while he finishes out his graduate degree at NYU, but absolutely detests student housing. So he had heard from a friend that a couple of guys were looking for a roomate - and those guys happen to be Blaine and Sebastian, who also happen to be in a relationship together.

Blaine and Seb are very secure in their relationship . . and their sex life. Kurt catches them a few times going at it in the apartment So needless to say, being around all that is getting Kurt a bit frustrated for himself, because he isn't seeing anyone at the time.

Seb's all snarky and flirty and Blaine is all sweet and considerate around Kurt so Kurt can't help but start to have a bit of a crush on both of his roomies.

Lets just say some things lead to other things and next thing Kurt knows Blaine and Seb are offering to help him out with his frustration 😉

And god help me, now as I'm thinking of it, this might actually have a little bit of a plot and could be longer than I thought . . maybe not a PWP after all 😂

Thanks for the ask, @fallevs ! 😊

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If anyone wants to ask me anything about my WIP . . .

#ask game #wip ask game #bitbybitwrites

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cryscendo · 9 months ago

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@daisyishedwig asked about my last five years/klivorce fic and who am i to turn down such a request <3

it’s based on the musical “the last five years” like i mentioned before and i have the full plot planned out and know how it’s gonna be paced. now i just have to write it lol

i’ll give a layout of what the first part of the story is gonna look like just so ppl who haven’t seen tlfy aren’t spoiled for anything

it begins at the end where we see a divorce obviously being hinted at, but then we flashback to five years before

kurt and blaine are college graduates from nyu living in new york (they met during their senior year)

blaine is a writer and kurt is an actor (or trying to be). blaine gets a call saying that his agent was able to get backing for his book publishing which is great!!

what isn’t as great is that while blaine is getting more and more famous, kurt is finding it harder and harder to book acting roles.

this causes tension obviously especially when they move back to ohio (which kurt HATES bc he hates ohio and acting roles are more plentiful in new york)

it continues to spiral from there but i don’t wanna give too much away!!

#my stuff #klivorce au #daisyishedwig #my wips #i mean technically

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thebreakfastgenie · 4 months ago

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nyu and columbia being blaines safety schools!!! or!!! blaine goes to columbia because i say so

no Blaine going to Columbia makes sense it's Columbia being Blaine's safety school for the fake performing arts school that's insane. Blaine goes to Columbia and becomes a human rights lawyer we know.

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 3 months ago

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Could yall recomend a fic where Blaine’s a bit of a player? Like collide or ride, where he’s known to sleep around for fun until he meets Kurt.

These might be what you are looking for! ~Jen

Dirt On Your Name by sabbypandawan

Blaine Anderson is NYU’s most notorious lothario. Everyone knows his name, and people either warn each other off him or vie for his attention. So when he meets Kurt Hummel at a party their dorm is hosting for the newly moved-in freshmen, he expects either rejection or, more likely, approval – and gets so much more than he ever would have guessed, and had definitely never hoped for.

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The Seduction by @hkvoyage

Venetian Blaine arrives at Carnival’s masquerade ball, looking for his next conquest. His reputation as a lover is legendary, and no one can resist him. Virgin Kurt captures his attention, but seducing him will require careful planning. As they spend time together, will Blaine be able to carry out his plan successfully? A historical Klaine AU set in 18th-century Venice.

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Skin on Skin by Ulysses31dancer

Kurt wins a VIP ticket to meet Blaine Anderson the rock star. He doesn’t realize that this one incident will change his life forever.

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Not Exclusiveby nellie12

Finn happens to be doing well for himself in the University of Florida. He is starting QB for the Gators, and he’s a member of Phi Beta Kappa, and his grades aren’t terrible. He also has his favorite step-brother coming to visit from New York, and Kurt has no idea he’s about to have the Spring Break of a lifetime until he meets Finn’s best friend and frat mate- Blaine Anderson.

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spaceorphan18 · 2 months ago

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For the hdc game, Blaine Anderson 💓

Awww, Blainey! <3

Headcanon Time :

I've always headcanoned Blaine as ending up being a teacher at the collegiate level. I think it gives him room to still preform (though he does it less as he gets older) and he's really fucking good at it. The kids always go in thinking he's a pushover only to learn that Blaine really knows his stuff, and he can always tell when the kids are pulling shit while he has his back turned. There are also a couple of girls (and maybe gay guys) who take his class each semester because he's hot.

Blaine's got a bit of a dark side that sometimes surprises people. Kurt's always been the more outwardly vicious one, so when someone proclaims they're annoyed with someone, and Blaine jokes that they should just murder them and bury the body, everyone goes silent. And Blaine shrugs it off. He's still the cinnamon roll they all love. But he does love catching them off guard.

On the flip side of things, Blaine will adopt every stray animal he comes across and tries to get it into a home - whether it be a friend or to a shelter. It drives Kurt nuts, but as long as the puppies don't pee on any of Kurt's things, he's learned to accept this. (Blaine ends up keeping a few of the cute kittens, and names them after jazz artists)

Blaine and Cooper end up having a pretty good relationship as they get older. Blaine ends up being best man at Cooper's wedding, and is pretty active in his nieces and nephews' lives. As the kids get older, Blaine and Cooper end up having a family game night where things get very heated. Kurt abstains from the madness, not really understanding sibling competitiveness.

Blaine picks out his own clothes. He's actually pretty good at dressing himself. Kurt tries to make suggestions, and while he appreciates it, he isn't really thrilled with the stuff Kurt tries to get him to wear, so they make it a point not to do it very often. They do trade clothes, and wear each other's clothes from time to time. Kurt's permanently stolen Blaine's NYU t-shirt, though, and uses it to sleep in when Blaine's away because it smells like him.

Yay! These were fun, thanks! :)

#glee #blaine anderson #that's how s.o. sees it #yay thank you!

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klainepolls · 11 months ago

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unexpected- day 1 of 7

by: @kurtsascot

POLL AT THE END DECIDES ROMANCE TROPE

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The coffee shop is short staffed. Blaine’s favorite barista isn’t there. They are training someone new who can’t seem to get the hang of things, and one of the espresso machines is down.

Blaine can’t be late to class. He just can’t.

It’s not that his professors care if he’s late, truthfully- NYU is massive, and most don’t bother learning names, let alone take attendance- but, well, it’s still early in the semester, and Blaine wants to leave a good impression.

He’s a good student. He likes school. He likes going to class and he likes New York, even if last semester had some… relationship challenges.

It’s a new year.

It’s a fresh start.

Anything can happen.

And, things are looking up. Blaine’s name is called, and his coffee, his saving grace, is gingerly placed on the counter.

Eager, Blaine smiles, pushes through the disgruntled crowd of customers, slaps on the vent lid, and turns on his heel to leave.

If he’s quick, he can make it to his lecture on time.

Blaine maneuvers his way out of the shop. It’s the second week of January and the temperature is well below freezing. But it’s not too bad. He got mittens for Christmas and they buffer the chill. His coffee is also radiating heat through the wool- another benefit of his patience. Today, he’ll stay warm, and once the coffee is cold enough to drink, everything will be perfect. It should be cold enough by the time he gets on the subway.

Blaine struggles to keep his school bag on his shoulder and hold his cup when he closes the glass door on his exit.

As he turns the corner, lost in thought, planning the quickest way to get to campus, he walks right into someone.

Like- right into them.

On reflex, Blaine squeezes the coffee cup to prevent it from flying out of his hands.

His mittens limit his dexterity.

The lid pops off.

Scalding liquid rises,

breeching the lip of Blaine’s to-go cup,

and coffee splatters all over the man in front of him.

…

Shit.

“Shit!” The man’s light blue down jacket is stained with Blaine’s dark-roast, and, unfortunately, the puffer wasn’t fully zipped- his button down underneath is also soaked, completely ruined.

Blaine gapes at the cup in his hand. It’s entirely empty. His gloves are sopping wet and his hands are on fire.

“I’m sorry,” he tries, shaking his head and hating how whiny he sounds. Are these gloves machine-washable? He’s sticky, in pain, and,

and he’s going to be late.

Shit. No way he’s not going to be late. “I was-That’s my fault.”

Blaine takes a second to collect himself and then musters the courage to meet the guy’s eyes.

And, when he does,

He freezes.

#glee #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #glee polls #klaine #klaine fanfiction #meet ugly….maybe?#byo klaine fic event #all endings will be happy #pick what your heart desires

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jammie3132 · 1 year ago

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Fandom: Glee Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe Rating: General Audience Story Summary: Sam's Goddaughter is upset and finally admits it's because she heard her fathers yelling at each other. He suggests they become detectives (like Batman) and go undercover to find out why. NOTES: Seblaine but primarily told through Sam's POV. There's a small section of just Sebastian and his daughter. 10 Days of Seblaine Day 2: Spies/Undercover Part 2 of Poppy's Little Angel This series is dedicated to @seblaineaddict

Maybe everyone was right. He shouldn’t have run off to Hawaii and married another model. Three months into their marriage, she was cast in a movie filming in some country Sebastian had to point out on a map of Europe. A week later he received the annulment paperwork.

Since he’d moved into her place, and they never put his name on the lease, he was now living with Blaine and Sebastian. Best BFFs ever for never once saying I told you so, unlike Santana who said it every chance she got.

It wound up his moving in worked out for all of them. Sebastian was filling in as choreographer on a friend’s directorial debut. It was only supposed to be a week. He was about to begin his second month. The show was having issues finding a new one after word got out why the last one quit.

This happened at the same time Blaine agreed to go back to his show before it closed and went on the road. Machiavelli the Musical really was Blaine’s show. He and a couple friends at NYU wrote it for one of their classes. It made it into the hands of the right people and *poof* sold out theaters and three Tonys for Blaine, including Best Actor for Machiavelli. All the fangirls (and boys) went nuts when they heard Blaine was returning for the final shows.

While people were sad to see Machiavelli the Musical close on Broadway, they understood Blaine and his partners were ready to move on to other projects. Not to mention, the three of them made a boat load of money selling the movie rights.

That’s why he (Sam Evans, male supermodel…well, in demand male model) agreed to become the babysitter (but he preferred Manny) for his favorite person in the world (his family and Blaine tied at a close second).

But something was wrong with his Goddaughter. She was never this quiet.

“Jellybean, what’s wrong?”

“Nuthin”

“Angelica Penelope Anderson-Smythe…”

“Unc Sammy, I said nuthin!”

Ok, something was definitely wrong. Angelica was the easiest going 4-year old you’d ever meet, which no one expected considering Blaine and Sebastian adopted her from a member of Sebastian’s family. Although, she did have her moments…like now.

“Uh-uh, you know the rule about yelling at people.”

The little girl rolled her eyes (there’s the Smythe gene) and flippantly grumbled “Don’t yell. Use your words to say why you’re mad.”

“Correct.”

“How come I got to do the rules but Poppy and Daddy don’t?”

“Because they’re adults and you’re 4.” Wait a minute…“What do you mean your Poppy and Daddy didn’t follow the rule?”

“I heard Poppy and Daddy yellin. Tommy says his mommy and daddy started yellin and now his daddy don’t live there anymore.”

Damn that Tommy kid. He might be Angelica’s preschool bestie, but he was also a total brat.

Thankfully, his brilliant Goddaughter was beginning Kindergarten at a school for musical prodigies in a few weeks. Blaine gave her a violin when she was 2 ½ and now she plays Beethoven. The school was so excited to get the daughter of two Tony winners, especially Blaine Broadway’s Golden Touch Anderson, they found a way around the 5 year-old requirement.

“Jellybean, I promise your Daddy and Poppy aren’t going anywhere.”

“Then why was they yellin?”

“I don’t know.” Then Sam had what he believed was best idea ever (unlike getting married). “Why don’t we become detectives and go undercover to find out?”

His idea brought out a 180 degree change in Angelica’s attitude. “Like superheroes?”

Maybe not that great of an idea. “No, detectives…kind of like spies. You can’t become a superhero until you turn 10. Remember?”

“Poppy says it’s cuz when Daddy was little, Unc Coop said NightBird could fly if he jumped off the roof of Grammy and Grampy’s house.”

Sebastian didn’t have a superhero problem. He had a Cooper goes overboard trying to be the fun uncle problem. And while 99% of the time it wasn’t an issue, Blaine’s brother had the habit of showing up unannounced whenever he booked a job in NYC.

“Yes, your Daddy was lucky he only broke his leg.”

“And his flying bone. It’s why NightBird can’t fly.”

Yes! She didn't fight the superhero rule. Sebastian wasn't going to kill him...or kick him out. He really enjoyed living there. “You know, Batman is a detective. I can find a (appropriate for 4-year old) movie (cartoon) so we can take notes on how he solves mysteries.”

“And have ice cream?”

“Duh. I’m pretty sure I saw a new carton of Chunky Monkey in the freezer.”

Angelica moved over on the couch until she could give him a hug. “I love you Unc Sammy.”

“I love you too, Jellybean.”

The next morning Sebastian entered his daughter’s bedroom to find her sitting in the rocking chair. “Why aren’t you still in bed, Angel?” he asked as he picked her up and joined her in the chair.

“I wanted to rock cuz you and Daddy has to go to his Not gonna do his show anymore party tonight and won’t be here.”

Sebastian sighed as he pulled her closer. When they adopted their daughter, Blaine was busy getting his musical into production. This meant he’d been her primary caregiver since they brought her home from Paris. He loved everything about being a full-time parent. He still questioned why he said Yes to helping his friend. However, today was (finally!) his last day. He hadn’t told anyone because it was Blaine’s big night, and he didn’t want to take away focus. “But you're coming to Daddy’s show before we go to the party, so you’ll see us then. And I can’t wait because you’re going to look just like a real angel in the new dress Auntie Tana and Auntie Britt bought you.”

“I am a for reals angel cuz I’m your Angel.”

He loved this little girl more than anything (Blaine was 1C. His ass was 1B) and thanked her every day for choosing him to be her Poppy. “That’s right and you have been since the first moment I saw you.”

“Do you miss Daddy?”

That was a strange question. “When I’m not home? Of course, I do. Did you think I wouldn’t? Or that Daddy wouldn’t miss me?”

“Maybe…I dunno.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“When people miss people they gets mad. When people gets mad they yell. I don’t like yellin. I guess it’s ok Joshy yells cuz he’s a baby.”

Brittany and Santana’s kid did have a set of lungs on him, that’s for sure.

“Well, don’t worry about me and Daddy yelling. Are we tired from work and sad because we don’t get to spend more time with our Angel? Yes. But for your information, Daddy and I had a date night after he came home from his show a couple nights ago.”

“A date night?”

“That’s right. You probably don’t remember because it’s been a while, but Daddy and I used to go out on a date once a week. Lately we’ve had to have them here. We don’t mind though because it’s not about where we would go, it’s about making the time special.”

“Like what?”

“Well, last time we cuddled in bed (had mind blowing sex), watched a movie and ate pizza.”

Everything Angelica remembered about being a detective disappeared. “Daddy let you eat in bed!? That’s not a me rule. That’s a everybody rule! Unc Sammy has to do the rule cuz he lives here!”

While father and daughter continued to rock and talk, Sam walked by the open door and smiled because he was aware of what was actually happening. Angelica asked a lot of questions during their (air quotes) detective training (watched a Batman cartoon). This was really bothering her. While he believed there wasn’t a problem, it wouldn’t hurt to see if he could get some clues from suspect #2.

He found Blaine in the kitchen, setting up to make waffles. In other words, a typical morning at the Anderson-Smythe’s. “Morning Sammy. Santana called. Josh had a fever during the night, and even though he’s doing better, she and Britt won’t be coming tonight.”

“So, no Munchkin slumber party with Uncle Sammy…got it. We'll have one some other night so his mommies can go out” Sam replied as he went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of green juice. “I’m heading out to the gym.

Blaine put his hand on his chest and (overdramatically)pretended to be surprised.

This guy had two Tonys for acting?

“You’re going to the gym? Did you finally remember you have a bathing suit photo shoot in a couple weeks? Or did you have problems buttoning your jeans due to the My wife ran off to Bulgaria for a part in a movie she slept with the director to get pity party?”

Wow! When you put it like that…“I thought we agreed this was a no I told you so zone?”

“Yeah, for Santana. And I’m not saying I told you so. I was beginning to worry.”

“I haven’t been that bad.”

Blaine stopped mixing his batter and gave his best friend what Sam called his I would never call you dumb, but what you said was stupid stare. “I love you, but I’ve watched you eat more junk food in the last 10 days than in the previous 10 years. You also ate not one, but two cartons of Bas’ Chunky Monkey ice cream. I can only stop him from reverting back into Dalton Sebastian for so long.”

Oh, not good. “Jellybean ate some too.”

“Don’t make things worse.”

Blaine started to gather what else he needed. According to Batman, a good time to collect information was when the suspect was distracted. “I let her have some because she was upset.”

“Oh God, what did Tommy say this time?”

Told you the kid was a brat.

“How his parents used to yell at each other and how his father doesn’t live with them anymore.” Another Batman tip…when interrogating a suspect, always tell the truth, but give as little information as possible. That way you don’t have to remember lies you told and who you told them to.

“Good thing Ang doesn’t have to worry about me and Bas.”

That didn’t help. Hopefully Detective Jellybean was getting more out of suspect #1. “That’s what I told her. I’m out of here but don’t fret jet, I’ll still be able to get Jellybean after preschool.”

“Thanks again. But Sam, if I was you, I’d stop at the grocery on the way home and pick up some Chunky Monkey.”

Unfortunately, Blaine was right about the photo shoot. He had forgotten. And yes, he’d been off his game since she did what she did. And double yes, it was a mistake to skip the gym for 2 weeks. But, for the record, his jeans still fit…even if they were tight.

He had no idea how Blaine wore those pants back in high school.

Sam was 60% through his usual workout (oh, was he going to pay for that decision later) when his alarm to get Angelica went off. Today, of all days, it was important to be on time. Their afternoon had been meticulously scheduled by Sebastian to prevent a 4-year old I’m tired meltdown at Blaine’s show. It didn’t finish until an hour after her bedtime and who knows how long it would take to get home.

The most important part of Sebastian’s schedule was the block of time right before naptime, but it was also the most difficult to accomplish. Fridays were always eventful at preschool. The walk from there to Blaine and Sebastian’s wasn’t far. If Angelica didn’t finish her review of the entire day before they walked through the front door, he could kiss any chance of a nap goodbye.

By the time they were halfway home Sam learned how the teacher thought the new class hamster was a boy but it was a girl and now they’re going to have lots of baby hamsters. Since the babies would come after school got out, she couldn’t see them be born. That made her sad. The other big news was Emily lost two teeth the night before and found $20 under her pillow this morning from the Tooth Fairy.

$20? Talk about inflation!

But, once she finished with the Tooth Fairy atrocity, Angelica announced she was done. Sam knew better. “What happened during Share Time?” Share Time was her favorite time of the whole week. It always took the most time.

Did that brat say something else to upset her?

“I couldn’t share.”

Her answer concerned him enough to cross the street to a park and find a bench. It couldn't wait until they got home. Naptime was going to be a disaster. “Why couldn’t you share?”

“Teacher said to share what we’re goin do when we had no more school. All my friends are goin to lots of totally awesome places like to see Micky Mouse and the Princesses. Jordan is goin see Harry Potter. I don’t have someplace totally awesome cuz Poppy and Daddy works all the time.”

“Hey, I know for a fact they want to take you somewhere totally awesome, but your Poppy’s work keeps asking him to stay. But tonight’s the last night your Daddy is going to work. That’s why we’re going to the theater to watch and then your Poppy and Daddy are going to a big party to celebrate.”

Sam had no idea what he said but suddenly Angelica was off the bench and bouncing like Tigger. “I know why they’re goin to the party and I can’t go. It’s a date night! When I was being a detective, Poppy said he and Daddy use to have lots of them but now they do them at home. Tonight they can go out!”

“Nice work.” As Sam watched his Goddaughter continue to bounce an unpleasant memory popped into his head. “When you heard Poppy and Daddy yelling, did they sound mad?”

She stopped bouncing and put on her thinking face. “I don’t member. Sorry, Unc Sammy.”

“That’s ok. It’s just when I saw you bouncing, I remembered a time in high school when your Daddy got so super excited, he not only jumped around like you did, he talked really loud.”

“Like he was yellin?”

“Exactly like he was yelling. I had to keep telling him to tone it down.”

“Why was he excited?”

Oh shit! What was he thinking? If either Blaine or Sebastian found out he (ever so slightly) mentioned Blaine’s over the top proposal to his ex, Sebastian wouldn’t have to kill him. Blaine will have already disposed of his body. “He planned a surprise for someone. Your Daddy likes surprises.”

“If he’s makin a surprise, why didn’t he tell me? I like surprises too.”

“Maybe the surprise is for you.” He probably shouldn't have said that.

His answer caused the bouncing to return. “Like goin somewhere totally awesome? Or a baby sister?”

That was new.

“Maybe, but you can’t say anything. Ruining a surprise is a very bad thing. So bad it will put you on Santa’s naughty list. No matter how much you want to ask, you must be strong.”

“I’ll try.”

“Do…or do. There is no try.”

“That’s not what Yoda said. He said do or do not.”

Sam pulled her into a big hug. “You quoted Star Wars. I’m so proud of you.”

“Unc Sammy, you squishin me!”

“Oops, sorry. I was excited.”

“Like Daddy was excited?”

“Yes” Wait a minute. Nooooo...it couldn’t be. “Jellybean, do you remember any words you heard Poppy or Daddy say when they were yelling?”

“Not Poppy but Daddy yelled Poppy’s name. And he yelled Yes. He yelled Yes a lot…a lot, a lot.”

Ooooooooohhhhhhh, this was going to be fun.

Sam lifted his Goddaughter, settling her on his shoulders. “I think you solved our mystery, Detective Jellybean. I’ll see what I can find out. But remember…”

“Don’t say nuthin about my surprise or Santa will put me on the bad list.”

“You got it. Now, we need to get a move on. We’re already behind on your Poppy’s schedule so you’re going straight to your nap when we get home. No arguing. But first we have to stop at the grocery and replace Poppy’s Chunky Monkey. I have a feeling he’s going to need it later.”

1AM

Sam flipped channels as he awaited Blaine and Sebastian return. He was going to tell them everything as soon as they got home. There was no way he could sit on this, especially with Santana, Brittany and Josh coming to dinner since they missed Blaine’s performance and party.

His wait ended moments later when his friends practically fell into the apartment. Neither noticed him sitting on the couch, or that lights and the TV were on. They were too busy ripping each other’s clothes off.

“You know, I like porn as much as the next guy…”

That got their attention.

“Why are you still awake?” Blaine asked while straightening his clothes.

Sebastian wasn’t as polite. “First you eat my ice cream and now you’re cock blocking? I don’t care if you’re my husband’s brother from another mother…”

“Calm down Seb…no, seriously calm down or at least zip your fly. And I replaced the ice cream. There’s six pints of Chunky Monkey in the freezer.”

“I’m still kicking your ass later” Sebastian told him while leaving for the kitchen. With as pissed off as he was, Sam made a quick change in his plans. It was best if he told Blaine first.

Although, Blaine didn’t look much happier. “What the fuck is going on, and it better be good.”

Oh, it was good! “Remember this morning, technically yesterday morning…”

“Sam…”

“Do you remember when I said I gave Jellybean ice cream because of some shit Tommy said?”

“Kind of, something about his parents yelling and his dad moved out. I don’t understand why that’s important.”

“He didn’t randomly offer the information. Tommy told your daughter because your daughter told him she heard you and her other father yelling at each other.”

Blaine took a step back, obviously even more confused by what he was told. “That’s impossible! Bas and I wouldn’t yell so loud Ang would hear. Since we adopted her, we’ve become masters of silent arguing. But we haven’t had an argument in weeks, except about you eating his ice cream. She must have heard a television or something.”

“At first, I was thinking the same thing, but she was insistent. So, I devised an ingenious plan for us to become detectives and go undercover to figure out what she heard, or thought she heard.”

“Please tell me not as superheroes.”

“Detectives like Batman.”

“Ok, that works. Did you find out what she heard?”

“Yeah, the two of you yelling.”

“I told you that’s impossible.”

Sam had no idea how he was holding it together. He was to the point where he was biting the inside of his cheeks not to laugh. “Yes, you were. She couldn’t make out what Seb was yelling. However, you were yelling Bas, Bas…yes, yes, yes!” Blaine froze and went straight to the comically accurate wide-eyed, jaw dropped expression. It was getting harder not to laugh.

Sebastian chose this time to come back, eating his ice cream from the carton. “I’m still…” When he noticed what was going on he rushed over, setting his ice cream on the coffee table to embrace his husband. “B, what’s going on? Did something happen to your parents or some other member of your family?” Blaine was so far down the rabbit hole he couldn’t form words, only guttural noises. This only ramped Sebastian up even more. “What the fuck Evans?”

Seeing Blaine so upset had Sam torn. He felt bad for what he was going through…but DAMN IT! This was funny!

“Evans…”

Over the years, Sebastian had become his best friend not named Blaine. He’d appreciate the humor of the situation if it wasn’t happening to him. Oh well, he’ll appreciate it someday.

“I told him your daughter, your Angel, heard the two of you having sex.”

“That’s not possible!”

“That’s what he said!” THAT was funny…how it was he said, not she said. Ok, not the right time.

Blaine pulled back from his husband but grabbed ahold of Sebastian’s arms. Even in his stupor, he realized he needed to be the calm one. While he loved his daughter, she was Sebastian’s Angel. “He’s telling the truth Bas.”

“How do you know?”

“Because Angelica told Sam she heard me yelling your name and the word yes. Oh my God, I’ve scarred my poor baby for life!”

“No, you didn’t” Sam told him as he sat back on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table (breaking at least ten of Blaine’s rules). “I, the best Godfather and friend in the world, saved you.”

Both fathers moved to the loveseat across from him. “How?” Sebastian asked cautiously. Maybe they didn't want to know.

“I told her a very generic story, with no details whatsoever, about a time in high school when Blaine planned a surprise…”

“What?!” Blaine and Sebastian exclaimed in unison, Sam’s vailed explanation unable to hide he was talking about Blaine’s proposal to Kurt.

“The two of you are going to wake Jellybean up if you can’t keep your voices down. The reason you're in this mess in the first place.”

“Sam” Blaine said as calmly as possible, channeling his true feelings into his continued grasp of Sebastian's arm. “How did you save us?’

“I told her you get excited when you plan a surprise, meaning you bounce like Tigger and your voice goes up until you’re talking very, very loud.”

“Oh, that’s actually believable.” Blaine looked at Sebastian who was nodding agreement.

“Good, because I convinced her you weren’t yelling you were excited…which wasn’t a lie.”

“Sam…”

“You two are killing my fun. Anyway, your daughter no longer believes you were yelling but planning a big surprise. There’s one tiny problem. She thinks the surprise is for her.”

Both fathers sighed and relaxed a bit. Sam really had saved them, but they also knew there was more to the story. Sebastian was the one brave enough to ask " Did Angel give you an idea what she wanted for her surprise?”

“A big, totally awesome trip somewhere. And when I say big, I mean huge! Something to make all her little friends jealous, even though she'll be going to a different school and won't see them again."

This time it was Blaine’s turn to be upset. “How could you tell her we’re going to surprise her with something like that? It will be next to impossible to get into anywhere Ang would consider totally awesome. Parents make those reservations months, sometimes years, in advance. Not only that, Bas’ show still hasn’t found a choreographer…”

“Yes, they have.”

Blaine could've gotten whiplash with how fast he turned his head. “What? Bas?”

“Today, technically yesterday, was my last day. Before you get upset, I didn’t say anything because last night was your night. And since I wouldn't have gone in the next couple days because I didn't work weekends, I was going to wait to surprise you and Angel at breakfast on Monday.”

Blaine rested his head on Sebastian's shoulder. The time, the alcohol from the party and the stress of this conversation had caught up with him. “With as happy as I am to hear you're finally out of there, I think I’m done with surprises for a while.”

Sam cleared his throat to bring attention back to him. “There’s one more thing you should know.”

“Sam, I can't take any more beating around the bush. Please, just tell us.”

“If you don’t want to surprise Jellybean with a totally awesome trip, she did mention something else.”

“What?”

“A baby sister.”

Blaine heard Sebastian gasp before quickly covering his mouth and shaking his head. He then looked back to Sam who was not only nodding but eating the ice cream Sebastian had forgotten. Suddenly, a totally awesome vacation sounded like a fantastic idea.

“Come on, Bas. Let’s get to bed. Tomorrow you can take Ang to MOMA and I’ll call a travel agent I know to see what our vacation options are.”

Sam called out Goodnight as they left the room but they weren’t paying attention. Had he gone too far…maybe. But was there a good way to tell your friends their 4-year old daughter had heard them having sex?

In spite of the time, he turned the television back on and found a show to watch while he finished his ice cream. “You know, I’m a pretty great detective. I should get a PI license when my modeling career is over. Or, I could get a PI license now and keep eating ice cream.”

Notes:

In my mind Machiavelli the Musical is similar to A Very Potter Musical but with more money for production.

#10daysofseblaine2023 #day 2 #Spies/Undercover #seblaine fic #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe #seblaineaddict #Poppy's Little Angel

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