#also funny how you’re blaining me when I’m the Blaine to your Kurt

[superbattrash]

you know what would fix me? hand in marriage. rn.

Well who am I to deny fixing you? *holds out hand*

[daisyishedwig]

Posting this a day early because I'm going to be busy quite literally all day tomorrow. So here's some more from the Sebklaine fic, I think soon I'll be switching back to focusing on Kurt and Sebastian but here's a little more Seblaine in the meantime.

So instead he heads to his favorite coffee shop to caffinate and get some work done and his head on straight before he sees Kurt. But then he remembers his favorite coffee shop is also Blaine’s favorite coffee shop and he makes a sharp turn across the street to his backup coffee shop.  Either fate’s out to get him or has a funny way of helping him, because when Sebastian walks through the door, Blaine is the first person he lays eyes on. The glower he levels him with is so dark that Sebastian almost aborts his mission before steeling himself and determining to deal with the elephant now rather than later. He walks over to Blaine’s table and sets his bag in the chair across from him. “We need to talk,” he says, glad his voice stays firm even as Blaine folds his arms across his chest and narrows his eyes. “But I’m fucking exhausted, so please don’t leave while I get my coffee.” Blaine looks him up and down and Sebastian knows he looks far from his best. Baggy jeans, an old Columbia sweater, and sneakers he’s had to dig out of the trash on three different occasions (thanks, Kurt). Finally he sighs and raises an eyebrow in the direction of the barista and Sebastian takes that as his signal to leave. He gets himself an iced latte with honey and cinnamon and a blueberry muffin, cut in half. He returns to the table and sits heavily, sliding one half of the muffin across the table to Blaine. Blaine eyes it suspiciously, but makes no move to push it back to Sebastian.  “What do you want, Sebastian?” Blaine says, folding his hands in front of him.  “No, how are you, Sebastian? You look like shit, Sebastian?” Sebastian asks, taking a sip of his latte as he raises an eyebrow at Blaine.  Blaine rolls his eyes. “You look like shit, Sebastian.” Sebastian grins. “As opposed to how dashing I usually look?”  The corner of Blaine’s mouth twitches up into a facsimile of a smile before he schools his face back into a scowl. “Don’t make me throw your drink in your face.” “Your drink is closer.” “You think I’m wasting a ten dollar latte on you? You’re not worth that.” “Ouch,” Sebastian says, pressing a hand to his heart in mock pain. “Speak, Sebastian,” Blaine says, “I would like to spend as little time in your presence as is humanly possible.”  “But we’re having such a good tette-e-tette.” Sebastian knows he’s stalling but he’s about to admit to having emotions and previously Kurt is the only person he’s allowed to know that. “Sebastian,” Blaine snaps. Sebastian bites back a remark about loving the way he says his name. It’s, on the one hand, a sure fire way to get slapped, but it also feels a little too real to admit simply to get a rise out of Blaine. “Fine,” Sebastian says and crosses his arms over his chest. “I want us to be friends.” Blaine snorts, but backpedals when he sees the way Sebastian hugs himself tighter and flexes his jaw. He won’t meet Blaine’s eye and the show of anxiety intrigues him. “Kurt finally put his foot down about our vicious banter?” “This isn’t about Kurt,” Sebastian says with a shake of his head. “This is about you and me.”

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@bitbybitwrites

[spaceorphan18]

5 Times Kurt Talks About Sex and 1 Time He Doesn't (Part Four)

A/N: So, this was inspired the other day by a Nonny who was asking about how Kurt interacts with others on the topic of sex and this little idea popped in my head.

It’s a little mini-series, and I’ll post one part a day, then I’ll get it up on Ao3 after it’s complete.

It’s set in a post-canon-ish world when they’re all living in New York. The whole thing takes place over the course of a day.

****

Conversation Four: Mercedes

“So, then to top it all off… she tells me that she wants Blaine to teach her how to give a decent blowjob.  Now, don’t get me wrong, if someone wants to learn from the best - Blaine is the person to go to. But I mean, that just set the tone for the whole day, as you can clearly see.” 

Kurt is in his recliner, a cup of warm tea in his hands as he recounts his day.  Mercedes is curled at the end of the couch with a cup of hot cocoa.  The bright afternoon sun settles warmly through the window between them.  

“Can you even believe them?” Kurt asks, taking a sip.  

Mercedes smirks into her mug.  “Them? Have you heard yourself? Admit it - Kurt Hummel.  You are obsessed with sex.” 

Kurt stares at her - shocked.  “Me?!”

“Yes, you!” 

“C’mon, Mercedes!” Kurt’s not even sure why he feels so defensive about it.  Maybe it’s the way she’s eying him in disbelief.  “I am hardly as bad as everyone else.  Haven’t you heard the stories I’ve told you.  My day has been steeped in sex but it’s hardly been my doing.  For one thing, I haven’t seen Blaine all day.”  

“Kurt, please,” she tosses back.  “You are hardly innocent in all of this.  Are you going to tell me that Rachel Berry doesn’t know what your favorite position is - not because she asked, but because you decided to pass along that little bit of info yourself.” 

Kurt gives a scandalized little gasp.  “Oh, my god, did she really tell you…” 

“I also have it on good authority that you’ve willingly gone with Santana to one of those adult stores, even though you’ve vehemently let it be known how much you find porn gross.” 

“It was one time,” Kurt bites back.  “And Blaine wanted to try a thing that may or may not have worked…” 

Mercedes snorts into her cocoa.  “And how many of us, besides Blaine, know at least one of your sex fantasies.  I could probably name at least three, eh, five if pressed.” 

“It’s not my fault that you guys take advantage of me when I get drunk.”  Kurt grumbles as he takes another sip of his tea.  This is not how he had hoped the conversation would go.   Usually, Mercedes is on his side.  

“Yes, you become quite the handsy, little drunk,” Mercedes says.  She’s finding all of this way too amusing for his liking.  “At least Blaine has enough sense to get you out of there.”  

“So, fine, I’m way past my baby penguin days,” Kurt says.  His anger dissipates as he begins to consider her situation, and takes a more serious tone.  “Is there something more? Do you feel… like you’re left out?” 

She gives him a funny look.  “Why would I be left out? Because I’m still a virgin?” 

Kurt waves a hand at her.  “Oh, please, Mercedes, everyone knows virginity is a made up construct to keep a power balance in heterosexual couples.  I mean, where exactly is the line? Once you’ve had an orgasm why does it matter if…” 

Mercedes flips her hand up immediately.  “Okay, stop.  So not where I was going with that.  I am not ashamed of the experience level that I’m at or my personal choices that have gotten me here.”  

“I guess I’m not fully understanding then,” Kurt admits, setting his mug down on the end table.  “If I’m being honest, I thought I’ve held back because I’ve never thought you were really interested in any of that stuff.”  

“Kurt, I don’t mind if you do come talk to me about… anything really,” Mercedes says.  “Do I really need to know that you refuse to ever try flavored condoms again because you hate them all? Not not really…” 

“Oh, they’re so bad,” Kurt cuts her off.  “I’m so glad we don’t have to use them anymore.  But we just had to experiment because Blaine got curious about every single one…” 

“See, this is what I’m talking about.” Mercedes clasps her hands together, and points them at Kurt.  “I am thrilled that you feel open enough to talk to me about all of these things.  And while you are a blatant oversharer when you don’t realize it, I don’t mind, because I am happy that you confide in me these things.  And someday, after I’m ready to settle down and get married - maybe I’ll want to share things with you.  Maybe not as much, I’m definitely not the same kind of person.  But, it’s okay that you rattle off a dozen or so sex stories.”  

“That’s sweet, Mercedes,” Kurt says tilting his head.  “But I guess I’m still a little confused as to your point.” 

Mercedes takes a deep breath.  “Kurt, I love you.  But you can’t go judgy on all of your friends when you are just as bad a culprit sometimes.”  

“I--” Kurt begins to protest, but finds that he can’t.  Because she’s not wrong.  He likes sex.  He loves sex.  It’s an important part of his life.  But, to him, it’s always been a somewhat private aspect of his life.  Something sacred he shares between him and Blaine.  It’s an eye opening thought that he’s expressed it outwardly as much as Mercedes claims.  He leans back in his chair, somewhat speechless.  “I’m sorry, Mercedes, I guess I never realized I did that.” 

Mercedes drinks more from her mug, retaining that smug look. “Oh, you all do it. I’ve grown accustomed to hearing all of it.  It’s like you’re all in some kind of weird competition with each other to outdo each other’s sex stories.”  

Kurt laughs a little as he picks his tea back up.  “I am learning so much today.” He shakes his head as he takes a sip.  “But I guess, I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t consider myself higher than anyone else.” 

She grins at him.  “There ya go.”

“Also, I am sorry if I ever got a little handsy with you any of those times we went out to a club together.” 

“Sweetie, it’s fine,” Mercedes assures him.  “Your hands didn’t go anywhere I didn’t want them to.  Besides, it was kind of hilarious watching Rachel get mad that you weren’t trying to get to second base with her.” 

Kurt buries his head in his free hand.  “Oh my god, I just have to give up drinking.” 

“Well, we know you won’t give up sex…” She gives him a wink.  “But really, it’s fine, just as long as you don’t ever ask me for a threesome.  I love you, Kurt Hummel, but not enough to let you suckle my delecate flower.” 

“She, this is why I have to tell you these stories, Mercedes,” Kurt says, indignantly.  “If Rachel and Jesse are going to traumatize me - you better believe that I’m going to make sure everyone else is going to feel the trauma, too.”  

Mercedes throws her head back in a fit of laughter as Kurt returns to his mug. 

[mediocre-writerr]

betty [quinn fabray]

quinn fabray x fem reader

summary: the last part of my quinn fabray mini series! this takes place in the pov of quinn and her side of the story! enjoy : )

*not my gif*

“Quinny?” my mom poked her head through the door, “You got to get ready for school.” she says softly. 

I groaned as I shoved my head into a pillow. I didn’t want to go to school today or well ever for that matter. 

And you’re probably thinking: Quinn what teenager actually wants to go to school? 

i did...once. When I didn’t fuck up the best thing that ever happened to me. Meeting her at her locker, holding her hand down the hall, singing songs to her in glee club. All of it. But that’s all faded away like a moment in time. 

“Not today.” I mumble. 

“Quinn, honey, I let you miss so much school these past couple months. I need you to go just this once.” she whispers before closing the door. 

I let out another groan as I pulled the covers off my body. Stumbling my way into the bathroom. As I look in the mirror the pit that was in my stomach continued growing. 

I hated how I looked. I hated how I felt. I fucked up. It was all on me.

And it all started at junior prom.

“Love, dance with me!” Y/N yelled over the loud music that was playing, trying to pull me out of my seat at the table I was sitting at. 

I smiled widely at her enthusiasm before raising my eyebrows at her. She knows I hate the crowds. Sure, I was popular and wanted the attention.

But there’s a difference between walking down the hall like a bad ass than being trapped in a crowd of thousands, feeling like you’re suffocating and sweating.

“This is my favorite song.” she pouted when I gave her the look. 

I pulled the hand that she had in her hand closer to me. Giving it a sweet kiss, “Next dance, I promise.”

She pouts a little before running back off to the dance floor. I sat there drinking the spiked punch, letting the alcohol burn all the way down my throat and into my stomach. Leaving a warm sensation behind. 

I watched Y/N’s every move. She wasn’t very far away from where I was planted. Jumping up and down, doing crazy dance moves, with Sam. 

I love Sam with every bone in my body, but I was always jealous of the blonde boy. He was a nice guy, funny, good looking and super close to Y/N. 

“Looks like your girlfriend is having more fun with Sam, than she is with you.” Santana says, leaning against the chair I was sitting on.

“I don’t like the crowds. She knows that. She’s just trying to enjoy her prom.” I mumble, trying to ignore her snide remarks. 

Santana hums in response before taking a sip of her own punch, “Sure, let’s keep telling yourself that. And I’ll be the one saying ‘I told you so’ when she leaves you for him.” 

That was it. That’s what started my insecurities. 

Was I good enough for Y/N? Or will she find her own non-complicated love with Sam or Finn? Was Santana right?

After procrastinating for God knows how long, I finally made it to school. 

“Quinn!” Mercedes yelled getting my attention away from locker. 

I tried forcing on my best smile, “Hey what’s up?” 

“You’re coming to Y/N’s party tonight right? Everyone’s gonna be there! I don’t want you to miss it.” Mercedes said.

I shook my head looking down at my shoes, “No. I wasn’t planning on going. I don’t think she would want me there anyway.” I mumble.

Mercedes looked at me sympathetically, “Well I want you to come. Dig yourself out of the depressing hole you’re in and come hang out with people who care about you. Think about it, okay?” 

I nod before she goes running off to talk to Kurt. I open my locker and stare at the cardigan hanging off of one of the hooks. My eyes dart around my locker to see the pictures of the two of us hanging on the walls. 

I miss her.

The bell rings and I weave my way through the somewhat crowded walls and into my anatomy class for homeroom. I take my seat next to Jacob Ben Israel and sigh softly. 

“Alright class take your seats!” Mr. Barnson yells as he walks in the door, taking his bag off.

I look at the empty stool next to me. Y/N wasn’t in here today. She must’ve stayed home. I wish I could’ve, especially after what happened yesterday. 

“Jacob, you’re going to be Ms. Fabray’s new lab partner.” he says and I watch as Jacob’s eyes lighten up.

The afro-hair kid coming to sit next to me, “Can I smell your hair?” he asks, disturbingly. 

I shutter in disgust and raise my hand, “Yes Ms. Fabray?” 

“What happened to Y/N?” I ask.

“Ah, Ms. Y/L/N switched homerooms this morning.” he says nonchalantly while looking back at his list for attendance. 

Oh. 

The day went on and on, dragging like a bad movie that wouldn’t end. Until finally it did. 

I walked to school today. I’ve been walking to school the past couple months. It was a nice break to just clear my head and think about everything. Sometimes it hurt to do, but it was much needed. 

I didn’t want to go straight home today. I didn’t want to go home and just lock myself in my room, curling up into a ball of nothingness. So I walked around more. 

“Quinn? Do you need a ride?” I hear a voice ask.

I turn towards the voice to see Mike and Tina in his car, “No thanks. I think I’m just gonna walk.” 

“Okay. Well we’ll see you tonight, right? We all miss hanging out with you.” he suggests.

“I don’t know.” I say looking anywhere, but them.

“You should.” Tina says before the light turns green and they drive off with a wave. 

I continued walking until I found myself at the mall need Breadstix. I hate the mall. 

I used to love going there with Santana and Brittany back during sophomore year of high school. When I was dating Finn and head Cheerio, but now it just reminds me of everything that went wrong. 

When my insecurity was at its greatest peak. 

“Hello beautiful!” I say as I answer Y/N’s phone call, walking through the mall. 

“Hi love! I miss you so much.” she whispers and I smile softly.

I hear rustling coming from her side of the phone, another girl’s voice, “I miss you more.” I say softly, “Who are you with?”

“Oh I’m with my friend Lizzie. She’s also a intern here and we’re just having dinner! She’s really cool!” Y/N said excitedly.

The rest of the conversation was about her internship and the amazing stuff she was learning and the new people she was meeting. How much she was having.

I should have been happy for her, but all I could think about what was, how much her life is better without me? What a fun life she could have without me? 

I left the mall that I was once walking in and nothing seemed good enough to buy. I was getting closer to my house as I was walking on the broken cobblestone. Just thinking about her.

How much I just want her to come back home and into my arms. How much I want her to let me know that I’m the only one she wants and that I am good enough for her.

Someone’s car came by slowing down next to me as they rolled their window down, pulling me out of my thoughts. Santana was sitting in the driver’s seat with her sunglasses on. Her usual high pony was down which revealed her curly brunette hair. 

She looked like a figment of my worst intentions. Her lips stained with a dark red lipstick and the way she was eyeing me. It just sent shivers down my spine. 

“Quinn, get in, let’s drive.” 

And those four words was all it took. Well four words and a human full of loneliness. 

A car honks shaking me from that terrible terrible memory. Leaving me with a mind and head full of thoughts. 

Should I go to the party tonight? Will she want me there? Will I regret not going? 

There’s two ways me going would play out.

1.) I would get there and she would open the door and slam it on my face. Then she would open it again just to tell me to go fuck myself. 

I shutter at the thought of the most likely scenario. The sun was setting turning the sky into a cotton candy looking sky. What a beautiful sky for a stressful decision. 

Santana laid next to me on the grassy field of my backyard. It was a cotton candy color as the orange hue blended with the dreamy blue. 

I spent the week driving around with Santana. We would go exploring the small town in Lima or just drive around singing to random songs. 

We laid there in silence just staring up at the sky. She took my hand in hers intertwining them together. And in that moment I didn’t care. I wanted to feel something, anything. 

Anything besides this pit of loneliness. 

She turned her head towards mine. And in a beat her lips were on mine. It was soft at first yet passionate. Then the next thing I knew, clothes were flying off, and hands were roaming. 

2.) Y/N opens the door and sees me standing there. I apologize for everything, she leads me to our spot in the backyard. And kiss me in front of everyone. 

Yeah like that would ever fucking happen. 

I didn’t know what I was expecting when Y/N came back from Pennsylvania. After the many nights spent with Santana, I dropped her. Or well ghosted her I should say.

I didn’t answer her calls or her texts. I knew what I did was wrong and I decided to just end it before things could get any worse. 

Was it fucked up? 

Yes, but I did what I had to try and salvage what I had left in our relationship.

I thought I could get away with it too. Until the guilt started eating me alive. The pit in my stomach wasn’t loneliness, it was guilt. 

And then Santana told Brittany. Brittany told Artie. Artie told Tina. Tina told Mike. Mike told Puck. Puck told Mercedes. Mercedes told Kurt. Kurt told Blaine. Blaine told Rachel. Rachel told Finn. Finn told Sam. Then finally, Rachel told Y/N since no one else had the heart to. 

Y/N slammed my locker shut causing me to flinch back, “Tell me she’s lying.” she whispers, her voice breaking. 

“Who’s lying love? What happened?” I say attempting to take her in my arms, but she took a step back.

“Tell me that you didn’t hook up with Santana while I was gone. And that it’s some weird vendetta against you.” she whispers staring at me. 

I couldn’t lie to her anymore. It was killing me. I didn’t want to lie anymore. I just needed to tell her. 

I just stared at her desperately trying to find an explanation. Desperately trying to apologize and explain everything to her, but no words came out.

“Y/N-”

“You did didn’t you?” Y/N asked barely in a whisper.

I nodded sadly and a sob escaped her lips. 

“Y/N please let me-” I try to say and she shakes her head.

“No. We’re done Quinn!” she yells in between sobs running off. 

I looked up and found myself in front of Y/N’s house. 

I wasn’t trying to go here. I guess my feet just carried me here. The party was in full swing and through her window I could see her just sitting there, nursing a cup. 

Her favorite song was playing and she wasn’t dancing. She was just sitting there, trying to smile, but was struggling too. 

It hurt me, knowing that I’m the reason for her pain. 

I hesitantly knocked on the door and the door flung open. Y/N was standing there and she was shocked, but her eyes softened. But it didn’t matter anymore because she covered it up with a harder shell. 

She came out and stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind her.

“Happy birthday.” I whisper.

She mumbles, “Thanks.” 

“Can we talk please?” I ask.

She was thinking about it. I could tell. Her eyes were furrowed and she was biting her lip. She looked in deep thought before nodding and leading me to the backyard garden.

There was a bench swing hanging from the trees. And we took a seat on there together. 

This is the spot. Our spot. 

We had our first kiss here. I asked her to be my girlfriend here. Everything happened right here. 

“Y/N I’m sorry. And before you say anything I know. I know sorry means nothing and it has no excuse for what I did. But I am so deeply sorry. I don’t know much and I don’t have much to say because I wasn’t expecting to come tonight But I do know that I miss you and you were the best thing that has ever happened to me.” I whisper letting all of the tears spill. 

She lets out a shaky sigh, “I know. I forgive you.” 

I smile softly and I try to lean in to kiss her, but she immediately pulls back. Leaving me embarrassed and heartbroken.

“Just because I forgive you doesn’t mean that I want to get back together. I know you know that what you did was wrong. And I trust you when you say that it wasn’t anything special. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I love you Quinn Fabray, but I just can’t do this right now.” she whispers back.

She begins to wipe away the tears from my cheeks. I took in a deep breath before embracing the feeling of her touch. Y/N closes her eyes and rests her forehead on top of mine. 

I cup her cheeks into my hands. My thumb trying to memorize all of the crevasse, cheek bones, every little feature. 

“I will always love you and maybe we’ll be together one day. Just not today.” she whispers pulling away and kissing my cheek softly, “Goodbye Quinn.” 

[chocoholicannanymous]

If the Spit Hits the Fan (Glee) Pt XVIII

This is the last part of this. Of a story that I was pretty certain I wouldn’t finish and just posted the bit I had in my scraps and snippets tag for a lark. You read that, and you liked it, and your response made me want to try and finish it. And so here we are, ~29k finished fic. 

Thank you for the support.

Follows pt I, pt II, pt III, pt IV, pt V, pt VI, pt VII, pt VIII, pt IX, pt X, pt XI, pt XII, pt XIII, pt XIV, pt XV, pt XVI and pt XVII.

New York is big and loud and filthy and expensive.

Kurt's first apartment had been an absolute rathole. He'd shared it with four others, and his “room” had been a repurposed coatroom. There had been just enough place for a bed and a tiny table instead of a desk. He'd only brought the most necessary in way of clothing, and with the exception of two shirts hanging from a nail in the wall he'd been forced to keep everything in a suitcase under the bed.

He'd moved out after a month, tired of never being able to keep food in the kitchen, weary of the nicks surrounding the lock on his door – he'd replaced the old one day 1, but even the best of locks only went so far – and fed up with having to carry all his valuables with him at all times.

Luckily the Warbler network had activated and Trent's older brother had offered up his guest room (and if that wasn't a sign of wealth, a student in New York with a guest room, then Kurt didn't know what was) for the rest of the year provided Kurt find someplace else to spend the night on those occasions it was needed. During the fall it'd mostly been solved by Sebastian coming to visit and the two sharing a cheap hotel room, and during the fall by Kurt spending the night at Sebastian's apartment. It had been tempting to move in with Sebastian then, but Kurt had resisted and they both agreed they'd become stronger for it.

Living together had been tough, especially since Sebastian had a lot more money available than Kurt. They'd managed to find a balance though and looking back Kurt feels proud of the work they'd put in to make it work. Three years (and counting) together and these days Kurt is willing to proclaim that Sebastian is as much of a perfect boyfriend as it's possible to be.

Yes, New York is still loud and filthy and big, but it's also full of light and laughter and love. Kurt's learned to find his way around both city and school, and he's on track for graduation with excellent prospects. Life is good.

Of course, that kind of means he's overdue for a cold shower and unfortunately it comes as cold and icy as is possible.

“Blaine. I guess I should have known you'd turn up.”

Like a bad penny, Kurt thinks. His ex-boyfriend just smiles wider at the words, clearly not picking up on the undertones.

“Yes! I'll always come back to you, Kurt. We're meant to be – you're my soulmate.”

Kurt shudders. All these years, and he still haven't gotten over his negative reaction to those words.

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure you and I have different interpretations of what those things mean. Personally I can't see how someone who walked out of my life without a word years ago could be considered my 'soulmate', but that's me.”

“That's not fair! I never wanted to leave you, but my parents made me.”

Blaine does this thing with his face that resembles what Kurt remembers of Blaine's “I've apologized, sort of, and you should forgive me now” expression and Kurt thinks that if Blaine could see himself he'd never ever do it again. It's not pretty. It kind of looks like he's about to shit his pants, frankly.

“Right. Your parents. And why, exactly, were they so determined to get you out of Lima without saying goodbye?”

Blaine flinches, and Kurt can see the realization hit him. Strange. It's as if he never even thought about the possibility that Kurt would know about the lies Blaine had told. Emotions run across Blaine's eyes and face, one after the other, and Kurt just waits without even trying to figure out what's going through his ex's mind. He's beyond caring.

“Kurt, I... I, I have a confession to make. When I got home that last night, my parents, they were waiting up for me. They made assumptions, and I, I let them.”

Blaine's face twists, and a couple of tears start falling. Kurt would be touched, really he would, except he happens to know that Blaine can cry on command.

“I know I shouldn't have, I know it was wrong, I was just so afraid! I thought they'd throw me out, and so I kept quiet and did what they wanted. I'm so sorry I did that to you.

“I love you, Kurt!”

The thing is, he can remember when those words from Blaine's lips would make him melt. That's no longer true. Now he listens to them like he would a performance, and he finds them lacking. He should have gone for soft instead of intense, a hint of tears maybe, not volume and anger.

This isn't school though, even though it very much is a performance, nor is it worth critiquing. It's not worth anything, really. Kurt sighs a little, just wanting all of it to be over and Blaine to be gone.

“Here's the thing. I understand, I guess. In your shoes I would have been worried to tell my dad the truth too. I think just about every teenager out there would be at least a little afraid to tell their parents they got drunk and stupid.

“But I also think that just about every teenager out there knows that there's some kind of middle-ground between 'I got drunk and tried to rape my boyfriend' and 'my boyfriend drugged me and tried to rape me'. Except apparently you didn't. You just went with what would get you of the hook the fastest and easiest.”

“Hey! That's not fair!”

“Oh, it isn't? You doing what you did is okay, but me calling it what it was is unfair? Now, why am I not the least bit surprised that that's how you feel?

“You know, at first I didn't understand how you could do it. How you could say you loved me and then not just leave me, but let your parents believe that I would do something like that to you. Well, that you could let anyone think I'd do that to anyone.

“But as I said, I understand why you did it.”

A triumphant look flash up in Blaine's eyes. Oh, he's doing a pretty good job at hiding it – much better than he would have been able to as a teenager – but Kurt knows him, and he's looking for it.

“You threw me under the bus because you knew it'd be an easy out. You could have told your parents something else, anything else, but you chose the worst possible lie – one you had to have known would get me in trouble. You did it because it was easy, and it would get you of the hook – maybe even get you some sympathy instead of the punishment you deserved – and you did it because that was all you cared about. You.

“I always knew you were a bit self-involved, but I told myself it was just part of you being a performer. A healthy ego's pretty much a must, and I used to think that was it. Except it turned out you were so focused on you, and your needs and wants, that nothing else mattered. Certainly not me.

“It took me a while to accept, but I know now that regardless of what you said you didn't love me. Not really. You might have thought you did, but Blaine? Love means that the other person's just as important to you as you yourself are. And I never was that to you.”

He ignores Blaine's protests and just continues, projecting his voice to be heard over the barely restrained excuses and lies.

“The truth is that your lack of empathy and care for other people borders on Narcissistic Personality Disorder, and quite frankly I am better off for not having you remain in my life. Just don't expect me to thank you for it though.

“No one else will either. Do you realize how many people you worried with your little disappearing act? There was quite a few at Dalton who were convinced that your parents had shipped you off to conversion camp. They were counting down until your 18th birthday and from what I heard there was even the beginning of a fund to pay your way at Dalton if you escaped and were disowned.”

There's a triumphant gleam in Blaine's eyes. Clearly he's pleased about his friends being so worried about him and so ready to help him out. Kurt just wants to stomp that light out. Violently.

“Then when you didn't resurface after your birthday a few started worrying that your parents had you in a mental hospital, and there was talk of trying to stage some kind of rescue. That only lasted so long, of course.

“You see, somehow it's hard to convince anyone that their friend is practically jailed and in need of a rescue when they're seen out and about clubbing in L.A.. After all, these days everyone carries a phone, so the idea that you were unable to contact someone – anyone – and ask for help went up in flames pretty quick after that.”

Thad had been so angry that he'd made sure every single Dalton student that had ever know Blaine found out, and even the boy's most die-hard supporters had given up then and there.

They'd all understood not wanting to getting into a conflict with your family, especially when said family usually paid for college and any possible trust funds tended to be under the family's control for a while longer. What they hadn't understood was Blaine's total lack of communication. Email telling them that Blaine was okay but under orders not to contact anyone from Ohio would have gone a long way to ease worries, and was, they felt, the very least he owed them.

“Funny thing about you showing up here now? I can't help but remember that you turned 21 a couple of weeks ago. You didn't happen to get access to a trust fund then did you? Not that I actually care, but there are some old bets to settle.”

There wasn't, not really, but enough Warbler had warned Kurt about this very scenario with an added “I bet he shows up afterwards, thinking you'll take him back” for it to not quite be a lie.

Blaine splutters before launching into a long row of “explanations”, one more shitty than the other. It's obvious that he didn't expect Kurt to be angry with him, but instead to be welcomed with open arms. It's even sounding as if Blaine expected Kurt to take him back and just let him slide back into his life as if nothing had happened. Kurt isn't quite sure if Blaine intended for him to move in with Kurt and start a new life in New York, or if the idea was for Kurt to give up everything and follow Blaine back to L.A., but both options are equally ridiculous.

“Stop. Just, stop. I told you, I don't care. If you want to get in touch with any of your old friends from Dalton and McKinley and explain all of it to them, do so. But you don't need to explain anything to me. I don't want to hear it. Your window for explaining yourself to me closed years ago. It closed after you let your parents walk into a police station ready to have me charged with rape.

“Nothing you can say will ever make that okay. Nothing you say can make me forgive you.”

Kurt stops himself and takes a deep breath. There's so much he could say, so many accusations that could be made, so much hatred to be poured out.

Blaine's actions had gotten Kurt into trouble, and could have landed him in jails. They'd been what had stopped Burt Hummel from running from reelection after being asked – while nothing had come from the Andersons' accusations there had still been enough people who had known about it for it to leak and ruin a political career. After all, who cared if it was true when it made for a good weapon? And “local congressman buries son's rape charge” made for a great weapon.

Kurt had been willing to risk it, but his dad hadn't wanted to. Had it leaked the only way to prove Kurt's innocence would have been to make the video of Blaine trying to assault Kurt public. No good parent does that to their kid had been Burt's position, and Kurt had been grateful.

That didn't mean he wasn't aware of exactly how much that had cost not just his dad but the whole state. The man who'd replaced his dad had been the kind of bigot that wasn't good for anyone, not even his followers.

Kurt still blames Blaine for that, and even if he'd been insane enough to consider forgiving everything else he's never forgiving that. The chance of making Blaine understand any of that is minuscule though. The chance of him caring is even less.

There is, simply put, no point in spending even another second on trying to get through to him.

“You're not welcome here. Please leave. Goodbye Blaine.”

Once the door is closed and locked behind Blaine Kurt finally relaxes. He's closing the door on Blaine in more than one way, finally able to truly do that – because regardless of what he's hoped he's always known that one day his former boyfriend would pop up again.

“If he comes back you're filing for a restraining order.”

“He won't come back, Sebastian.”

“You don't know that. He did today, didn't he?”

It's obvious that Sebastian is coming from a place of care and worry, and Kurt feels himself soften. Blaine hasn't just been the monster under Kurt's bed during all of these years.

“Yes, he did, and no, I guess I can't really know. But honey, I really don't think he will. Blaine was reminded today that actions have consequences, and he found out I have the means to ensure said consequences. Coming after me and trying to change my mind is more work than he's ever shown himself willing to put in.

“After all, he's not the kind to stick around when the spit hits the fan.”

Luckily Sebastian is.

~ The end ~

[kurtstinypurse]

nothing but a senseless babble (klaine mini-fic)

so from how this week has gone, I ended up craving the chance to write something soft and fun. I have a list of the prompts I still haven’t filled, and I decided to use one of those and see what I could come up with! here’s a “ways to say I love you” mini-fic, prompted by @porcelainandthehobbit once upon a time.

also, thank you to the best @hippohead I know for convincing me this was worth writing & for always always being so so supportive :’) 

I hope a little escape of something sweet is even close to as good for some of you as it was for me <3

“No, Kurt. You’re going to have to cut it down. Your closet at school isn’t even going to fit half of what’s in that pile, and I am not giving you any room in mine.”

“But-”

“No!” Blaine interjects right away, exasperated at the sight of the veritable mountain of clothes in Kurt’s Bring to New York bin. By comparison, his Keep at Home box is sparse, Donate essentially empty. “Do you remember the tiny shoebox of a dorm room we’re going to be living in? Not to mention the sorry excuses of closets? We don’t have room.”

They’re going to be cramped enough as it is, inevitably at each other’s throats more often than not, being forced to share a space with room enough for two beds, two desks, and two dressers, but not much else. The model rooms on NYU’s housing website looked small enough, but Blaine has a suspicion the freshman dorms are even tinier, even older, even less comfortable.

But it’ll be worth it.

He really is looking forward to living with Kurt, to the endless opportunities for sleepovers and movie nights, study sessions and late night dance parties. They’re going to have exactly what they’ve more or less dreamed of for the better part of their friendship, since they were little kids, and it’s going to be awesome. He knows it.

But he isn’t looking forward to living with all of Kurt’s clothes and scarves and accessories and shoes and everything else.

“Yes,” Kurt huffs, folding his arms across his chest and lifting a petulant eyebrow in Blaine’s direction. “But I also remember that you didn’t exactly ‘cut down’ on any of your bowties when we packed your stuff.”

His voice is dripping with sarcasm, and then he uncrosses his arms to offer mocking air quotes to emphasize how ridiculous Blaine’s idea is - cut down? Yeah right.

It makes Blaine feel nothing but defensive, annoyance bubbling in his belly, magnified by the exhaustion from packing their stuff for the third day in a row, by his nerves about moving halfway across the country, by his fears of it all not working out how he’s hoped for so long.

Defending himself is easier than confronting all of that - and so he does.

“Bowties are tiny! Your clothes are-”

“Are you saying I’m large, Blaine?” 

“No! You’re perfectly in shape and you know it. I just meant-”

“Ooooh, you think I’m perfectly in shape?”

Kurt is fully taunting him now, grinning widely in that way where his eyes crinkle at the corners and his teeth barely peek out from the stretch of his lips, and it catches Blaine off guard, throws him for a loop as he realizes what he’s just said, too.

What it implies.

Blaine has noticed Kurt, obviously. He’s noticed him often, but of course he has - Blaine is gay, and Kurt is attractive and Kurt is right there, and it’s only natural.

He rarely lets himself acknowledge it in his own head, though, let alone out loud.

Let alone to Kurt.

“I- You-” Blaine stutters, gapes, finally manages to recover. “Stop being ridiculous, Kurt! You’re deflecting. Just- Cut your clothes down!”

“You love it,” Kurt insists, shoving the folded clothes between them to either side, scooting forward on the floor until they’re sitting right in front of each other, cross-legged, knees just shy of touching. “You love me.”

Of course he does. Of course he loves Kurt, loves how Kurt riles him up and makes him feel safe all at once, loves when they get like this and loves their comfortable silences, too, loves how his friendship with Kurt is everything and always has been everything, hopefully always will be.

But-

“No. You’re ridiculous, like I said.”

He isn’t ready to give it up.

“What- You don’t love me?” Kurt gasps dramatically, his hand thrown over his heart. “Your best friend of- god, nearly a decade? Your future roommate? Your-”

“Nope!” Blaine cuts in, biting back a grin, realizing he’s somehow become amused along the way instead of annoyed, feeling competitive now instead of irritated. “You’re ridiculous, and I hate you.”

Kurt narrows his eyes into a glare that usually sends a shiver down Blaine’s spine - but tonight, it only invigorates him, makes him want to dig into this deeper, see how far he can take it before one of them breaks.

Actually, before Kurt breaks. Because it won’t be Blaine.

Not tonight.

“You love me,” Kurt insists, his voice low, almost threatening, nearly chilling, and he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, nearly close enough for Blaine’s vision to blur as he attempts to hold eye contact. “Tell me you love me.”

He’s pulling out all the stops.

Almost all the stops.

“No.” 

Blaine stays steady, schooling his face into a neutral expression, but he knows what’s next. They’ve been here before, testing each other, rapidly approaching a stalemate. Over the years, it’s evolved from bickering over what game to play to this, something much more loaded, full of the unsaid and the unacknowledged, never referenced outside of these moments, quiet lines never crossed, boundaries never pushed past the point of no return. 

He isn’t sure why he still bothers standing his ground, still bothers trying, because if he makes it this far, there’s only one way it ever ends, time and time again.

There’s one more of Blaine’s buttons that Kurt knows exactly how to push, one more thing that Kurt always uses as a last resort to get his way.

It should be predictable. Blaine should be ready for it.

He should harness the telltale glint in Kurt’s eyes, use it to brace himself, but instead, it just makes him freeze.

It gets him every time. It works every time, this now isn’t any different.

Kurt rears back, and he pounces.

Blaine vaguely registers the sound of a yelp that he feels ripping through his own throat, but he’s too focused on falling backwards and not hitting his head against the hardwood floor to be embarrassed of or even control the noises he’s making. He manages to land instead on a rogue pile of Kurt’s clothes-

And then he’s laser focused on the feeling of Kurt on top of him, lording over him, his impossibly quick fingers tickling Blaine’s sides, making him squirm, thrash, defenseless - and making him laugh, too, deep from the pit of his belly, his body shaking with the force of it.

“Tell! Me!” Kurt insists in the midst of his own peals of laughter, and it’s like his hands are everywhere, up to Blaine’s armpits and back down again, over his stomach, his arms, his chest, hitting all of his most ticklish spots without giving a second for mercy. 

It’s funny, and it hurts, and Blaine feels utterly hysterical with the childishness of it all, with Kurt straddling him, above him, consuming him, stealing the breaths right out of his chest, overwhelming and overly stimulating and-

“Fine! F-Fine, okay, I-” 

He almost breaks - wants to break, to make it stop - but he can’t get enough of the words out to forfeit. 

“You what, Blaine? You what?” Kurt eggs him on with a grin, leaning in closer, lowering his body down nearer to Blaine’s, a mere inch or two away from holding him down completely. It gives him better leverage - Blaine can tell based on the way Kurt’s fingers speed up, dig deeper, and the determination in Kurt’s eyes, steel blue ferocity.

He’s entirely ruthless.

Blaine squirms, arms flailing in search of a chance to push Kurt off, not finding it, hands grasping in the air, at the clothes on the floor, at Kurt, in a desperate search for purchase, but he can’t find that, either.

There’s only one thing left to do, and he musters all the air in his lungs to do it.

“I love you!” he finally gasps out, voice shaking with uncontrollable laughs, feeling completely wild and unhinged. “I love you, please, I love you, I love you-”

His voice chokes, dies in his throat, cutting off his near-senseless babble of a repetition when his eyes meet Kurt’s, and he finds a sort of intensity he’s never seen before, not from Kurt, not directed at him.

They stop moving at the same time.

They stop laughing at the same time.

They stop breathing at the same time.

Kurt is raised up on his hands now, bracketing either side of Blaine’s head, and he’s staring down at Blaine with flushed cheeks, wide eyes, parted lips, hair mussed and messy, so devastatingly gorgeous and so magnetic in a way that’s startlingly new. 

Blaine feels flushed, hot with the culmination of every touch and every breath since his back landed against the floor, and he isn’t sure when it all changed. 

He isn’t sure when they went from the way they’ve always been to this.

He can’t move, can’t look away. In the past frozen moments he’s gotten lost in Kurt's eyes, and now he’s stuck there, swimming in the pools of blue and green and gray, all there is.

“I love you,” he whispers again, feeling like he’s saying it for the very first time, the words holding a different weight on his tongue and shaping differently in his mouth, too, in his chest, in his bloodstream.

But there’s nothing else to say.

Kurt’s elbows buckle, and his fingers twine for a desperate hold through Blaine’s hair, and they’re kissing.

They’re kissing.

It’s deep and it’s hungry right from the start, nothing like the few tentative kisses Blaine has shared with a few tentative crushes in the past, nothing like what he thought kissing Kurt would be like.

Because, yes, he’s thought of this. He’s caught himself staring at Kurt’s mouth before, watching as Kurt absentmindedly sucks at his bottom lip while he studies, watching as Kurt sips from his designated straw in the milkshakes they share at their favorite diner, watching as Kurt nibbles the chocolate off of his biscotti at the Lima Bean. And he’s caught his mind drifting there, too, when he’s laying in bed at night, wanting.

Wanting.

But Blaine has never identified it as anything but his curiosities latching themselves onto the person closest to him. He’s never considered that the low, twisting coil that forms in his belly when Kurt locks eyes with him across the choir room and makes him feel like he’s the only person in the building could mean something more. He’s never paid much mind to the lift of his heart when Kurt touches him, to the fact that they both always seek out little excuses to stay close and to hug and to brush and to lean, to the strangeness of these teasing tests that they give each other, to what it all points towards.

He’s never considered that the way Kurt is the first thing on his mind every morning and the last thing every night could mean something, either, but that’s because it’s just how it’s always been, from the time they were children.

But maybe wanting Kurt, needing Kurt, loving Kurt is just how it’s always been, too.

And that’s why it doesn’t feel like a first kiss - because it isn’t, not really. There’s no hesitation to it, no question in the movements of their mouths or their hands or their bodies.

The testing has already been done.

It makes it easy for Blaine to reach and to grab, one hand grasping Kurt’s hip, rubbing his thumb in insistent circles at his hip bone, through his shirt, the other sliding up Kurt’s chest slowly, coming to cup his face, holding him close, holding him right where he is. It makes it easy for Blaine to plunge into the depths of their kiss, working Kurt’s mouth open with his tongue and then inside, tasting, learning, searching, finding.

It makes it easy for Blaine to allow himself to feel, to revel in the swirls of heat that form under his skin and thrum there with an energy that becomes addictive right away, every nerve ending in his body alert, awake, responding to every part of Kurt, too.

When they finally come up for air, parting just enough to breathe again, their foreheads leaned together, Kurt’s body now settled fully against Blaine’s with a weight that soothes him and ignites him all at once, there’s no panic, no embarrassment, no apology, no takebacks.

No explanation, because there doesn’t need to be one.

The moment holds them tenderly, allows Blaine the opportunity to resurface, to come into his senses and into his body again, settling into this newly awakened iteration of himself and of them, but it doesn’t take long.

This is him. This is them. 

And of all the changes they’re about to face together, from moving halfway across the country to learning how to navigate a new city to leaving everything but each other behind, this feels like the easiest one, already perfectly known, perfectly understood, fully formed and solid and unshakeable.

It almost doesn’t feel like a change at all.

When Blaine’s eyes flutter open, he finds Kurt’s already open, gazing down at him with a fondness that makes his breath catch, so close that Blaine’s vision blurs all over again as he attempts to focus, but the circumstances are all different now, slow instead of fast, purposeful instead of hysterical, building something together full of meaning and gravity instead of butting heads just for the sake of it.

He wants to stay here forever, laying in the clutter of all Kurt’s belongings, anchored by the literal weight of Kurt on top of him and of the feelings inside of him, too, the ones he finally has a name for, all slotted into place. 

“I love you,” Kurt murmurs, and warmth blooms like flowers in Blaine’s chest, threading him into the garden of Kurt’s words and his touches and the tenderness in his eyes, each and every bit of them blossoms of meaning and of intention and possibility.

“I love you, too,” Blaine whispers, cranes his neck up just enough to kiss Kurt all over again, and it’s all they need.

They both know what it means.

[lady-divine-writes]

Kurtbastian one-shot - “Cake by the Ocean” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Kurt is having a problem finding jeans that fit, and Sebastian is being his usual helpful self. (1336 words)

Notes: So, yeah - skater's ass is a huge problem when trying to buy jeans XD Also, I named this one-shot after the song since it plays all the time now at the rink ;)

Part 70 of Outside Edge

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"Babe? Oh, ba-abe?" Sebastian sings, raising his voice so he can be heard over his boyfriend's groaning. "Why do you insist on torturing yourself like this?"

"I'm not torturing myself... urgh! I'm... grrr... on a mission!"

"Be that as it may, if it hasn't happened by now, it's not gonna."

"Way... to stay... positive," Kurt growls.

"Exactly. I'm positive this is not gonna happen."

Kurt huffs, shoving aside his boyfriend's unnecessary negativity and bracing himself for the exertion to come. He blows out three times through teeth clenched behind a Chanel logo mask, then sucks in and tugs hard. He holds his breath, tenses his abs, and squeezes his tush, pulling with all his might until his biceps bulge and his elbows shake with fatigue.

It doesn't work. Not an inch. But he's far from giving up.

He refuses to admit Sebastian might be right.  

He can't be. Not here. Not in Kurt's sanctuary.

"You've gotta stop this, Kurt! You're going to hurt yourself!"

"Passion... is... pain!"

"I don't need you dislocating your knee three weeks before your next qualifier!"

"It's not like I'm... nnn... attempting to parkour up the Empire States Building! I'm just... mmph... trying on a pair of jeans!"

"We've talked about this a hundred times though! You're not going to find anything off the rack. Not with that cake you're packing."

Kurt grunts, snuffling like a pig, then his obscene noises skid to a halt. "Nice."

"Skater's ass is a thing, babe. It exists. And Goddamn... " Sebastian whistles low, picturing Kurt in his latest costume - blood-red and completely blinged out Spandex clinging to his perfectly round rear tighter than his own friggin' skin, and those delightful, flesh-colored mesh cut-outs, strategically placed... Sebastian usually cringes at the sexualized costumes some skaters wear. But when it comes to Kurt, his ass gets a pass. "You have definitely got one."

"You've bought jeans off the rack before," Kurt laments, steering the conversation away from graphic discussion about his butt. Sebastian has no filter, and there are children in the other dressing room stalls. "And... ngh... Blaine has, too!"

"That was dumb luck."

"I want to get lucky!" 

An uptight mom glares in their direction. She covers her precious boy's ears and stomps away in disgust, but Sebastian's knees buckle.

"Keep making those noises," he mumbles, sucking in his lower lip like he's kissing Kurt, "and you will."

"What?"

"Uh... " Sebastian clears his throat. "It helps when you have a personal shopper and a tailor on call. There's no shame in having your shit altered, by the way."

"I guess. It just seems so... mmph... high-maintenance for a pair of jeans."

Sebastian raises both eyebrows. "And that's not you how?"

Kurt sighs. A moment of silence follows, then the pair of jeans he's been wrestling cartwheels over the top of the dressing room door. Sebastian catches them. He slides them onto an empty hanger and returns them to the rolling rack with Kurt's other rejects. 

"Are you going to help me? Or did you come just to insult me?"

"I'm not here to insult you," Sebastian says in a tone far from reassuring. 

"I'm finding that difficult to believe."

"I’m not!” Sebastian swallows to keep from chuckling. He shouldn't pick on Kurt. But he can't help it. Kurt makes it too easy. Sometimes Sebastian can be the worst. He can admit it. He’s not proud. “You said we could get a soft pretzel after."

"Ha-ha," Kurt says dryly.

“God, I miss soft pretzels.”

“Good to know.” Another pair of jeans fly over the door and nails Sebastian in the face. 

"Oomph!" Sebastian tosses the jeans aside with a comeback on deck but shelves it when he hears Kurt deflate. Sebastian leans against the door, squinting through the narrow slats. He spots Kurt slumped against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, staring at the floor. He looks so sad, Sebastian's snarky remark evaporates. "I'm sorry, Kurt. Believe it or not, I'm trying to lighten the mood."

"Buy some bleach and a 30 volume developer."

Sebastian smirks. "Very funny."

"No," Kurt grumbles. "Seriously. You're in desperate need of highlights. And you should consider doing something about those bangs. They're getting out of hand."

"No need to get personal."

"Sorry, not sorry. It's truth time."

"It’s heartbreaking to see you finally get out to do something you love and ending up depressed. Especially when I can make a phone call and order you three pairs of Gucci jeans that'll fit you like a glove and show up on your doorstep in less than a day."

"Trying the clothes on in the store is part of the fun." Kurt opens the door slowly. He sees Sebastian standing there, arm draped over the door frame, and maneuvers underneath. "It bums me out that I can find all the shirts I want, but I can't buy a single pair of pants to go with them. So if I want to wear a new outfit home, I either have to settle for the pants I wore here or go pantsless."

"And pantsless is a problem?"

"Yes. Pantsless is a problem."

"Pity," Sebastian says, hugging Kurt tight. 

The pants aren't the problem.

Well, maybe they are a little.

The problem is society's rush to return to normal that scares the hell out of Kurt.

The residents of Ohio have not handled the pandemic well, to say the least. Lima, in particular, is filled with anti-maskers and anti-vaxxers. Kurt is a germaphobe, and he's not fond of crowds - two of the worst things for a figure skater. Except for the occasional bout of boredom and not seeing his mom as often as he wanted, Kurt embraced quarantine. The mask mandate may have denied the world his alabaster skin and chiseled cheekbones, but he made the best of it, using his exquisite sewing skills to create masks that became the envy of every rink from there to London. He opened an Etsy shop, advertised on social media, and had orders up the whazoo from day one. Even with mask mandates relaxing, he still gets new requests every day.

Kurt reveled in his forced hermitage.

He enjoyed being locked away with Sebastian. 

Staying at Sebastian's house for the past year plus was like living in their own private paradise. There was no stress, no pressure. They had everything they needed and dealt with no one outside their bubble.

Even though Kurt launched right back into his routine as a figure skater and a coach the second the rinks opened again, Sebastian knows that going back terrifies him. But Kurt is resilient, one of the strongest guys Sebastian has ever met. He'll get back into the swing.

He just needs time.

"Is there anywhere else you'd like to try?"

Kurt leans into Sebastian's side, happy to have an inkling of his supportive boyfriend back. "No. If Nordies doesn't have what I want, no one will. I guess you were right."

"Oh no! Don't say that!" Sebastian says, giving Kurt a squeeze. "Nothing good comes from thinking I'm right."

"Don't worry. I don't really," Kurt jokes but with a smidge of defeat in his voice. 

Sebastian kisses Kurt on the top of the head. "You're a smart man."

"I don't think I could stuff my legs into another pair of pants if I tried. I feel like I've landed thirty triples in the past half hour."

"Are you, maybe, willing to try one more pair? For me?" Sebastian grins. "I know a pair of pants you can get off the rack that will fit. I promise."

"Yeah?" Kurt asks, skeptical but optimistic. "And what's that?"

Sebastian snorts, so from the start, Kurt knows his answer won't be good. "Jeggings."

Sebastian snuffles. Then he guffaws. Kurt shakes his head. He slips out from under Sebastian's arm and starts speed walking away. "You're sleeping alone tonight."

"Aw! Kurt! Don't be like that! I bet Adam Rippon wears jeggings! He's got cake, too!"

"I'm leaving now... "

[forabeatofadrum]

Mendacious (28/31)

Notes: Home stretch, home stretch, home stretch! Updates are going to be a bit more sporadic, but we’re nearing the end! 

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CLAIRVOYANT

Kurt Hummel: I want to be your friend again. So badly. But I also know what I’m asking of you.

Kurt Hummel: I walk around with all this shame and guilt, yet I selfishly want us to become friends.

Kurt Hummel: You said that you’re fighting with yourself over this. So am I. I shouldn’t accept your forgiveness, but I want to.

Kurt Hummel: Look at me, dumping this on you at 3am. You’re probably asleep. I’m sorry. I just can’t sleep. I haven’t slept since you told me that you miss me.

Kurt Hummel: That, and I’ve had 5 cups of coffee. I’m not a smart man.

Kurt Hummel: But apparently coffee makes me delirious and it makes me word vomit and I will def regret sending you all of this in the morning, but that’s a problem for me in the morning.

Kurt Hummel: I miss our daily chats and the photos we sent each other and our talks about music.

Kurt Hummel: I wish we had gotten to know each other under different circumstances, but I fucked it all up.

Kurt Hummel: I don’t believe in higher powers. I’m not spiritual, or clairvoyant or religious in any way. But right now I wish I could just use a wand and make everything go away so that we can start anew.

Kurt’s in the middle of typing his next message when the screen changes. Blaine is calling him. They have each other’s numbers through glee. They’ve never used them before.

“Hello.”

“Blaine. It’s 3am.”

“I’m aware. My phone’s been blowing up with messages, so.”

“Sorry, I’ll let you sleep-”

“Kurt, chill, I called you. You didn’t wake me. I also have been losing sleep over all of this.”

“Oh.”

“And maybe we should talk, like this, not over Facebook. I didn’t expect it to be at 3am though, but it’s fitting after all these sleepless nights.”

“Blaine.”

“Sorry. Not funny. I know. I do hope that we can move on from this and that we can joke about this one day.”

“How can you say that? I did something despicable!”

“I know. I was there.”

“Blaine.”

“…”

“Blaine?”

“… Look, I told my gran what happened.”

“Does she hate me now?”

“She is mad at you, but since I forgive you, she’s trying as well. She does regret giving you the extra salted caramel chocolate bar.”

“I still can’t understand how you can forgive me-”

“Stop. Hey! I am already fighting myself over this. I don’t need your shit as well!”

“…”

“Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to lash out, but I told you at the mall that I don’t need you to understand. All I know is that this is what’s good for me and I’d rather not have you question my life like that.”

“I wish I was that knowledgeable about myself.”

“Trust me. It’s new for me as well.”

“What do you want? With us, I mean.”

“…”

“That’s a long sigh.”

“We miss each other, yeah? We were great friends and I have forgiven you for the catfishing thing because I want to move on from that bad part in my life. Like how I moved on from my parents. But this time I don’t want sacrifice something that brought me joy.”

“You’re comparing me to your old clothes?”

“In a way. I lost something I loved when I tried to move on. I don’t want to do that again. But I’m also still angry. I told you, I’m fighting myself.”

“No, I get that. I want to be your friend again but I also hate myself for asking that of you. A part of me feels like I don’t deserve your friendship at all, but another part of me also wants to give myself some slack and move on. After all, you’ve forgiven me. It’s me who can’t forgive… me.”

“...”

“…”

“Maybe… Maybe we can try. To be friends, I mean. If you want to.”

“Yes!”

“…”

“Sorry, that was too much, wasn’t it?”

“No. I am also kind of excited about the idea. I shouldn’t be, but I am. Maybe I should just let myself feel. Same goes for you, I think. Tell our inner turmoil to shut up. We don’t owe each other shit, but yeah, we can try.”

“A second chance, but with honesty this time.”

“I’ve always been honest. At least on Facebook. To you, I mean.”

“I know.”

“But I get what you mean.”

“…”

“Also, even if I can’t fully trust you yet, I do trust Mercedes.”

“Wise.”

“She wouldn’t nudge us towards reconnection if it were a bad idea. I think she has our best interests in mind. I… I am really happy that her brother came home for the summer, got into chocolate making, and that we became friends over the summer.”

“I am too. If there’s one good thing that came out of this mess, then it’s that the two of you are friends now.”

“She would’ve helped me with my homework even if you hadn’t catfished me.”

“Hmm. True.”

“If there’s one good thing that came out of this mess, then it’s that the two of us met.”

“Blaine.”

“Okay, yeah. Sorry, God, I just- this is what I meant. I don’t want to fight myself right now, though. Let me just say that, even if I might regret it tomorrow.”

“For what it’s worth, I feel the same. I just wish we’d become friends under different circumstances. But maybe with this new start… Well, who knows where this ends.”

“Yeah. No promises. We try, that’s it.”

“…”

“That’s quite a yawn, Kurt. We should sleep. With this kind of resolved I might finally have a good night of sleep again.”

“Hah. Same.”

“Goodnight, Kurt.”

“Goodnight, Blaine.”

--

Things aren’t magically fixed, but it’s a start. Kurt and Blaine start to talk more at school and they hang out afterwards as well. The two of them go to the Lima Bean with Mercedes and Tina and it’s a lot of fun now that Kurt and Blaine no longer try to avoid talking to each other. They go thrift shopping for new clothes and after Kurt profusely apologised to Bubs for hurting Blaine, he’s welcome at Blaine’s home all the time.

Kurt used to have movie nights with Rachel and Mercedes, but Rachel’s been replaced. She still acts as if Kurt’s betrayed her and now that it’s obvious that Kurt and Blaine are becoming friendly, her grudge has worsened.

They get noticed outside of glee club too, but now Kurt and Blaine have each other’s backs in the hallways.

Kurt’s still fighting himself. One part absolutely adores having Blaine back in his life, but the other part has the guilt. Kurt really tries to let go of his guilt. Blaine basically insists on it. But they’re not the same. Blaine needs to move on from this. Kurt can’t and Blaine knows that. Guilt is not the best foundation for friendship. Or any kind of relationship. Kurt’s this close to breaking down.

Unexpectedly, Blaine’s the first one to break down.

They’re in Blaine’s room. There’s tension and suddenly, Blaine blurts out: “I can’t do this anymore!”

“What?”

Blaine keeps rambling. “I thought I could. I thought I just could get over myself and be friends with you, but every time I look at you…”

Kurt hangs his head. This is it. This is the moment all his efforts are going into vain. Blaine is going to tell him that he can’t stand looking at Kurt without feeling angry.

But then Blaine surprises him again.

“… every time I look at you, I am reminded that I am really in love with you.”

[blurglesmurfklaine]

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Omg hi!

Oof there are quite a few, but I’m going with the Together Together AU that lives in my read rent free but doesn’t need to live there because it kinda comes and goes and I fortgot about it??? But it’s nice to visit!

It’s based on the movie “Together Together” with Ed Helms, but focused a smidge more on romance obvs lol and basically Blaine is in his late 30s/early 40s and decides to have a baby on his own. He is newly divorced (haven’t decided from whomst; so like it could have been he married Rachel who was his best friend and then somewhere along the line realized he was gay OR if he was married to another man and it just didn’t work out) and single, so he decides to hire a surrogate.

Enter Quinn. Because I am a fucking SLUT for Quaine friendship. Quinn is mid to late twenties, working at a covfefe shop with her friend (in some versions the friend is Kurt, and in some versions it’s a random canon character) and is trying to save up to go back to college

Over the course of the story, Blaine and Quinn explore their relationship and walk the boundaries between a professional one—surrogate and father—and a real one; being legitimate friends.

Neither of them really have anyone else (Quinn got pregnant in high school, gave Beth away, and now has shame over her family finding out she’s a surrogate because she doesn’t want them to think that the only thing she’s good at is being pregnant) so they spend most of their time together and Quinn moves in bc the baby and also bc friends. There’s funny generational stuff like Quinn helping Blaine set up a tinder, or Quinn never having seen Boy Meets World.

There’s also a ton of Klaine in there I’m just mot exactly sure how, but I do know that Kurt and Blaine go on a date and then like the next day, Kurt runs in to Quinn and Blaine and Kurt’s like 👁 👄 👁 “is this your……. daughter?? wife??”

This exchange is from the movie but I think it’s so funny

Quinn: I think I love you

Blaine: uuuuhhhhh

Quinn: not like that, don’t be weird. I’m just pretty sure you’re my best friend

My favorite scene to “imagine” is the dramatic part of it where Blaine and Kurt become closer (and Quinn was the one who set them up ofc) and Kurt plans a baby shower, Quinn wants to help but Kurt’s like “are you joking? Stay off your feet, you rest, I got this” trying to be nice

Hohohoooooo but Quinn? She’s havin this fuckin internal breakdown and gets overwhelmed at the party when she sees Blaine open a onesie Kurt bought for him. So afterwards they get into a tiff that escalates because neither of them will talk about their feelings and Quinn either: leaves to go stay with Kurt OR starts crying in front of Blaine and admits that she’s scared of what happens after the baby comes. “You’ll have Kurt. And lamp (the gender neutral name they came up with to call the baby before it’s born). I’ll move out, and you’ll move on.”

That conversation happens, but sometimes it’s immediately and sometimes it’s after Quinn goes to Kurt’s

Eventually the baby comes though, and the movie ends there but in MY version Quinn goes back to college and becomes a columnist or a journalist or something cool and gets to travel and sends postcards tk Blaine and Kurt and the baby all the time.

OOF THAT GOT LONG???? So yeah I really haven’t started writing it because although it’s a Klaine AU, it’s reeeeeaaaaally Quaine friendship centric and I just don’t know if it would land with the fandom, but who knows I might write it on a whim one day. It do be rattling around my brain!

Thanks for sending this!!

send me a 📓 emoji and I’ll tell you a fic idea I haven’t written but like to imagine

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Author Spotlight : Notarelationship (Slayediest) Day 4

Author : Notarelationship @slayediest​​

What other Glee Fandom authors do you enjoy? Can you recommend some of your favorite fics?

Okay!  I read a lot but not everything - there are so many Klaine fics and I can be kinda picky about tropes, and there are a lot of things that are just not my jam (but yay! variety!).

That said! I love so many authors in this fandom, and lately I have seen a bunch of new (or at least new to me) authors and stuff pop up on my dash, and I highly recommend the things I've seen from @hippohead​, @kurtstinypurse​, @slipping-through-my-fingertips​ and @coffeeorderwrites​ (and I know there are some of you I’m forgetting! I think you’re all great!! Keep it up I love it!)  I see these on tumblr but they may be on AO3 too?  They are all writing sweet, romantic, yearning Klaine stories and I'm so happy when they pop up on my dash.

Other stuff I like a lot!!

The Symphony Verse by Shandyall - One of the first things I stumbled on when I started watching Glee, and I give a lot of credit to this amazing marathon for making me fall in love with these fellas, no matter what stories we got on screen (which I also love!)

It should go without saying, but the complete catalog of @missbeizy​, and @misqueue​‘s amazing fic, both writers that frequently write stuff I think I wouldn't be into, but I can and do read (and reread) anything in their very capable hands.

No, the one beside the sex shop by @slowcookedwriting​ - super sweet, very current take on everyone’s new favorite trope.

Small Things, and A Marvelous Work and a Wonder from @wowbright​ - the Mormon!Klaine universe, and a real (surprising to me!) fave. (I am an atheist who loves to read smut fics. This is none of that and it’s great. Please check it out if you haven’t!)

Anything from villiageidiot - fun and frequently funny aus!

Dancing in the Dark by @flowerfan2​ - Early Klaine fumbling, and amazingly sweet.

Enemies With Benefits by @klaineanummel​ - Enemies/idiots, potato/potahto. Written for me for a fic exchange and I SWEAR I WILL FINISH MINE SOME DAY.

Not Like the Movies by Knightlycat - there’s a whole verse, but it starts with Famous!Kurt and Bodyguard!Blaine and it’s a total romp.

Here I Am Honey by @luckiedee​ - a basically perfect Dirty Dancing AU

How to Deal by @mailroomorder​ - idiots to lovers is my favorite trope, and man are they idiots. A terrific college AU.

All of @skivvysupreme​ 's one shots. You pretty much can’t go wrong.

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Fic Name: Fire With Fire

Fic Author(s): mmerainbows

Fic Summary: Badboy!Blaine (S2/3 AU) William McKinley High School has its jocks, its geeks, its preps, and its skanks. It also has the one kid even the bullies stay out of the way for - Blaine Anderson. No one crosses him, and Kurt knows to keep out of his way and do what he wants, whether that's supplying Blaine with a pencil for French class when it's demanded of him, or just staying quiet.

Fic Trope(s): High school Klaine, Bad boy Blaine, abused Blaine

Fic Length (Word Count): 198,842

Fic Rating: Mature (although I'd almost say explicitly due to some violent and graphic scenes)

Fic Warnings or Triggers: Child abuse (some scenes are graphic), violence, and heavy angst. Please read fic warnings.

Fic Status: Complete

My Review: Oh my heart! Please take the fic warnings to heart. This is not a light, fluffy read. However, I'm going to assume that since you're browsing my recs for bad boy fics, you may be in search of a heavier read. And if you are, this needs to be added to your to-read list. Since I have your attention, I will proceed to persuade you.

First and foremost, I love the format of this story. It's written as canon-divergence, starting at season 2 and going all the way through season 3. I honestly loved the changes, especially since several of them helped to write some wrongs that Glee made, and others explained why Blaine was the version of him that he was. There were certainly moments in here that made so much more sense than canon. I also loved how the chapters shed more light on some glazed-over scenes in canon. There were some brilliantly planned moments here that just fit perfectly.

I have to say that I like Blaine. I'm totally waiting for someone to call me out that I supposedly don't like ooc Blaine or Kurt, and here I am recommending another fic where Blaine is quite different from his canon persona. However, I do not mind if either Kurt or Blaine is ooc if there is a clear and defined reason for it. There's a completely understandable reason here. And even though he's clearly a bad boy, he has a heart of gold and is a fierce protector of those that he loves. I honestly love seeing how his relationship with the Glee members grows. Those moments are beautiful.

And of course, I can't mention Blaine without bringing up Kurt. The way he loves Blaine even when Blaine finds himself unloveable is beautiful. I do like that Kurt isn't painted as innocent, perfect Kurt either. He has his flaws, and the author doesn't shy away from showing us that. However, he's still the amazing character that we've grown to love in Glee, and so I have to say that I like the version of him here.

I've said before that I love a story that keeps me on the edge of my seat, and this story certainly delivers ( I've read it multiple times, and it still left me shocked in certain places.) I find that idea particularly funny because this should be predictable (since it follows each episode.) However, it was those clever, sometimes subtle, sometimes blatant changes that kept my jaw on the floor.

As I said, this wasn't a lighthearted story by any means, but it does have a beautiful conclusion. Therefore, I highly recommend that you take the plunge. Just have some tissues handy and don't say that I didn't warn you when you bawl like a baby.

Fic Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9564364/1/Fire-With-Fire

[gleerp-2021]

And here is what you missed on The roleplay!

I am updating this regularly because people should know what’s going on and scrolling through the old messages in that group chat is literally impossible.

They arrived the house. The first thing to decide was: who is sharing rooms with who?

At first Tina went to share their room with puck, but Brittany is pucks best friend and she really wanted Tina to let her share the room with Puckerman instead, so Tina, with no hard feelings, decided to find another roommate.

That roommate is now Marley. Katie was alone in her room until Blue came in, they are best friends and sharing the room.

Quinn is sharing her room with Hendrix, Kurt and Blaine are sharing their room with Hartley. Sam and Santana were the hardest to give up. Sam said he was gonna share the room with Santana and she was like “no way, who knows? You might open your mouth during your sleep and end up swallowing the whole room” but eventually she gave up.

The day passed by and they were just saying funny things, flirting with each other, doing crazy things... until Hartley accidentally set the kitchen on fire. Lucky for them those “rich people are paying all of their expenses during the summer”

Sam gave Hartley confidence to come out, and Hartley came out as gay, at the same time he admitted to have a crush on Blaine.

Since they couldn’t make any food, they decided to get drunk. Quinn was the first one to get drunk, but the others weren’t much better. They decided to play spin the bottle.

Brittany and Quinn kissed and Brittany truly thought she had found her one true love, so she asked Quinn to marry her. Quinn said yes.

Blaine and Kurt kissed and made out, and now, as Santana says, there is a “pathetic sexual tension between the two of you, but not as pathetic as Blaine’s blush whenever I bring that up, so I’m guessing you’re not acting on that”

Sam and Santana already kissed, more times than necessary, and now they are dating. Everybody went to bed super drunk and somehow Brittany, puck, Blaine, Kurt, Sam, Quinn and Santana ended up on the same bed.

In the middle of the night Santana thought they were snoring too much and decided to go to her own room. She had a nightmare that led her to an anxiety attack. It was awful and she had locked the door so no one would see her “so vulnerable” Sam was the one that helped her calm down, but he was terrified. Seeing Santana like that.

After that he asked Katie puck and Blaine for help and Katie said Santana probably wasn’t taking her anxiety meds. She talked to Santana and gave her the pills, but Santana secretly tossed them on the toilet.

Quinn, Blaine and Kurt were pretty happy. And hungover. But mostly happy. Blaine bought cronuts for everybody. But Santana was still in her awful mood because of her crisis earlier and ended up making a rant to Blaine, Kurt and occasionally Quinn.

Kurt gave up first and left the room. Blaine tried a little more, tried to talk to her about her break down, but the efforts were in vain. Quinn didn’t give up and stayed by her side with a smile.

Blaine and Kurt were talking and then they decided to go shopping because it always helps Kurt and Blaine doesn’t really mind.

Then Blue came in. Blue said Santana was playing the victim, that she was a bitch that said whatever she wanted and then played the anxious. They had one hell of an argument. Puck got involved and threatened Blue, who didn’t give up and kept pushing, but puck just decided not to do anything. Then Sam happened. He showed up and also threatened to punch blue, but blue and Santana just said they were sorry and everything is fine now. Well, not exactly fine, but no one is dead.

Tina decided to just go to the bar and get drunk. Sam and Santana went out to have dinner (aka she gave the idea and told him he was gonna pay), Marley and Quinn went to the Central Park just so they could leave that house too. Brittany asked if puck could take her to feed the baby squirrels and he did so.

Brittany found a baby squirrel that was hurt and wanted to take “baby Finn” with them, but too many people were looking and Puck was pretty sure that was illegal, but he can’t deny anything to Britt so he just called Santana and Sam and asked them to bring his and Sam’s guitar so the two of them could sing as Santana and Brittany literally kidnap “baby Finn”.

They succeeded, but the cops arrived. They ran so fast and when they reached the car, Brittany obviously forgot about her engagement as she kissed puck. Puck and Brittany made out and Sam and Santana started making out too, and then... well....

But at the house, Katie was probably the only one not mad at blue. They were talking and then started flirting, and then intensely making out and we don’t know what happened then.

The other day Rachel came. She was late because she was on a Broadway cruise and couldn’t come earlier. (Aka they made me create a new blog to roleplay with them <3)

Quinn dragged Rachel to an empty bathroom and locked the door. She gave Rachel a necklace and told her she was sorry for everything she did to her during high school and that she was a Star.

Tina and Brittany thought Quinn had cheated on Brittany but everything got clear once they explained what actually happened. Somehow they started talking about Sam’s ass and Santana realized Blaine still thinks about it, pffft.

Tina, Blaine, puck, Rachel, Brittany, Sam, Santana and Kurt left to eat hot dogs and Quinn stayed. She stayed and got drunk again.

When Marley found her, she was drunk and they cuddled and kissed. Sam and Santana also cuddled to sleep. After Marley left, Hendrix showed up and he and Quinn had sex.

Brittany and Blaine have a secret sex room where they have cameras and they have sex tapes of everybody that has ever had sex in that house (a lot of tapes).

Tina and Quinn found that out yesterday, now everybody knows about their room and it’s not a secret anymore. They are all pervs and they know it. (Though Quinn really does wanna watch the threesome between Katie, Santana and Tina).

Mercedes came in! They celebrated! (As far as I know) she isn’t sharing the room with anybody yet. Sam told her everything that happened when she wasn’t there, including the fact that he is engaged to Santana.

Mercedes and Kurt spent the night at the boy-so-secret-anymore sex room watching other people’s videos. Quinn and Tina obviously wanted each other.

The next day, (today) they were all in the not so secret anymore sex room talking. Sam and Mercedes were acting a little weird and Sam said he wanted things to be like they were before, that he wanted to be friends with Mercedes. Mercedes said “he was engaged, there was no way things would be like they were before”.

That’s when Santana realized what was going on. She was obviously mad and upset about it, but decided to just leave the room and “let them talk alone, kiss and make out” pretending she didn’t care, when she obviously did. Mercedes stopped Santana, telling her that she should stop pretending she doesn’t have feelings.

Then, they talked about how Santana keep her feelings bottled up inside and Tina agreed with Mercedes on that. It turns out Santana is just afraid. Afraid that he will leave her, like everybody else. Afraid that he will realize how much better than her she is. She thinks she doesn’t deserve him, but Mercedes does.

Mercedes doesn’t give up until Santana is talking about her feelings and she ends up crying. Brittany, Blaine, Kurt and Tina were watching, since Blaine and Kurt were too scared of Santana to do anything and Tina and Brittany loved to watch the shit unfold.

Blaine is feeding the baby squirrel (baby Finn) when Sam joins him, saying that he doesn’t know what to do anymore because Santana doesn’t understand that he actually loves her. Blaine and Sam talk and Blaine says he should give her a little time.

Tina goes talk to Mercedes after everything was over, to see how she was and say it was really nice the way she didn’t leave Santana’s side, no matter how the girl begged to be left alone.

Mercedes and Tina are talking and Mercedes let out that she liked both, Sam and Santana, and that it hurt to know they would never like her back because they loved each other.

Tina says Mercedes should try talking to them since Sam probably still feels something for Mercedes and Santana opens up to Mercedes like that. But Mercedes just can’t tell. Because “how do you tell your ex boyfriend that you are in love with him and his fiancée?” You simply don’t. Now Blaine, Kurt and Tina were shipping Samtanacedes (that’s Sam, Santana and Mercede’s ship name now).

But Blaine and Kurt had different plans. While Mercedes and Santana were talking downstairs they were watching the two of them talk. Kurt even screamed “ITS NOT GAY IF ITS IN A THREE WAY”. Then, when they saw both girls weren’t gonna kiss, Blaine leaked the same gas that sue used with him and Kurt in the elevator.

Santana and Mercedes eventually kiss and start making out. But something goes wrong and the gas soon was filling the whole house.

Blaine and Kurt were alone in the room together and feeling horny, so they kissed, started making out and it obviously led to them having sex and them cuddling.

Hendrix was feeling hot and took of his shirt, then he and Tina started talking, Tina mentioned she was feeling horny and they ended up making out, but when Hendrix took Tina to a room, they found Quinn masturbating, so Hendrix invited her to join them, which she did gladly.

Santana and Mercedes were making out in the living room couch, when Sam showed up and asked what was going on. Santana and Sam secretly felt something for Mercedes too (aka the three of them ooc are down to a poly relationship in the rp). Santana asked Sam if he wanted to join them and he obviously did.

They decided to play truth or dare. Quinn was first and she was dared to give Rachel a lap dance. Then, it was hartleys turn. He picked truth and said the person he would like to sleep with in the house (the temptation house, as they self proclaimed) was Blaine.

Then it was marleys turn. She took her shirt off and let Tina take a picture of her shirtless. Then, when Santana picked Truth, she admitted she’s been wanting to sleep with Mercedes since they sang ‘candy man’ and then it was Puckerman.

He was supposed to be blindfolded, and he had to lick peanut butter off of the person he first touched. He touches Katie and had to lick peanut butter off of her breasts. Rachel chose dare and she had to make out for one minute with three people in the house. Quinn, Puck and Tina. But Quinn looked very bothered by the fact that she had only one minute and when she was looking at Rachel and Puck...

Once the game ended, they all went to bed, but Quinn went to the kitchen with Mercedes, and they ended up hooking up. Then, when Mercedes goes to her bedroom, she sees Sam on the hallway and says she needs to talk to him.

Mercedes admitted she had feelings for both, Sam and Santana, and also said she knew they didn’t feel the same way. Sam didn’t know why she would think they didn’t feel the same way, but he knows he is very confused right now, because he thought he would take a break from the drama of that house, but apparently he didn’t. He asked if he could take Mercedes and Santana on a date so they could talk about... what happened. Mercedes said she hadn’t really talked to Santana about this and told Sam that maybe he should too since he admitted he still felt something for Mercedes.

The next day, Mercedes and Santana talk and both admitted their feelings for each other, but Santana said she had to talk to Sam first.

Tina goes to Blue and Asks him if he wanted to do something, they end up crossing paths with Quinn and Santana and the four started drinking. Until Blue and Santana started arguing again and Tina decided she has had enough, so she said the truth about Santana, Quinn and Blue. Blue told Santana to “go wash these two faces you have” and when Tina tried an intervention Santana said it was “your bug eyed hypocrite self proclaimed best friend that decided to add to his personality the dick he was lacking in his pants” and then Blue and Santana started arguing as Quinn was laughing.

Tina said that Santana needed to stop being such a bitch all the time and pretend to be all tough when she is actually not like that at all. She also told blue he is “wannabe male version of Santana” and told Quinn to stop cheating on her Fiancée all the time.

Blue, Quinn and Santana left. Quinn, Kurt and Santana got drunk and Santana drank until she passed out in her room. (And let’s never forget the “fuck you, Tina” thankyou).

Brittany and Sam were on a trip to go chase unicorns, Santana thought it was stupid so she didn’t want to go with them.

Finn joined the house, yay! Well, not everyone was happy since Santana was still being bitter to him. Finn didn’t care, he just let Tina show him the house and explain what happened to him. Tina also “stole” puck’s toast bread.

Later that day, Puck is starving and asks Tina to go make him toasts since Tina ate his. (The iconic moment) Puck asked Tina what he would do without her, she just shouted from downstairs: STARVE!!!

Now Puck needed money, so he went for Santana. She said she wasn’t gonna help him because last time he said he needed money he ended up in juvie. Blaine asked them what was going on and Puck told blaine to ask Santana what had crawled up her ass and died. He did ask this and Santana just answered “I would say the same that crawled up yours last night but that would be Kurt’s dick, so...” she said.

Blaine asked “yeah, but what crawled up yours?” And Santana just answered “Sam’s dick, of course, who else’s would it be?” And Blaine said the most truthful thing ever: he said it was hard to know because everyone sleeps with everyone in that house.

And that’s true. Blaine slept with Kurt and had a threesome with Brittany, who also slept with Sam and Puck and Quinn. Quinn slept with Hendrix, hooked up with Mercedes and had a threesome with Hendrix and Tina. Tina had the threesome and also slept with Puck and had a threesome with Katie and Santana. Santana had the threesome with Katie and Tina and also slept with Sam (obviously) had a threesome with Rachel and Puck, got eaten out by Brittany and had a threesome with Sam and Mercedes; Mercedes also slept with Hendrix.... well, it’s confusing, for sure, but they know just how to work things out and nothing is weird and everybody knows who slept with who.

Puck, Blaine and Santana settled on Robbing a jewelry after discussing if they should rob the jewelry or consider prostitution. They went for the jewelry. Tina and Kurt already said they’re down to bail them out of jail when they get arrested. Now Blue is also joining Plaintana in the robbery.

Tina was fully convinced that Santana and Sam were making a video call and that Santana was about to masturbate so she, Marley and Rachel left the house to go get ice cream because they “didn’t wanna hear it”. In the middle of it, Santana got mad and when Quinn asked her if she wanted something Santana said “want what? Want you to leave me alone? Yes, yes I do” and Quinn cried and ran away.

Santana went after Quinn and said she was sorry like, a thousand times, and said she wasn’t mad at Quinn, but at the other girls. Quinn said she wasn’t so upset about what Santana said, but about everything else and said she didn’t feel like she was enough.

Quinn went to the drugstore and when she came back, she locked herself on the bathroom and a few moments later they heard her screaming. Santana and Marley started banging on the locked door and a few moments later Quinn leaves with her new hair cut. With pink and short hair. Skank Quinn is back.

Quinn picked up a fight with Tina and Santana, but Neo, being Quinn’s best friend, helped Quinn. The four of them were arguing when Santana started dropping some pretty awful comments towards Neo. Quinn left Neo alone with Tina and Santana and started driving to somewhere.

Quinn said she thought that Santana, out of all people, would understand. But Santana didn’t. She just made snarky bitchy comments.

After the fight, Santana locked herself in her room. Tina went to hers and Neo was still feeling bad because of her comments. He locked himself in the bathroom and tried to kill himself. Tina heard the screams and whimpers and tried to open the door, no success. She kept trying and got desperate. She opened the door and saw Neo’s body.

Neo were took to an ambulance and is currently on the hospital. Mercedes made Santana go to the hospital with her and Tina, and Santana, reluctantly, went there. Today, when everyone woke up, tension filled the house.

Santana thinks it’s her fault and it’s isolating herself from people and being nice. Calling them by their actual names and saying nice things. Blaine is concerned with her. Tina is explaining to Kurt what happened. Quinn is feeling bad for leaving Neo and Rachel is not helping and is just blaming Santana.

Santana put one of Sam’s big hoodies and left the house since she needed to clear her mind. Blaine finds her and she and Blaine go to a karaoke diner and start singing ‘Train Wreck’ by James Arthur together (omg this song’s amazing). Kurt, Quinn and Tina go to the same place and they can all see how hurt Santana actually was. After that she just jumps out of the stage so no one would see her crying and she leaves. She asks Blaine why he is even worried about her when she never did anything good to anyone, leaves Sam’s hoodie with him and then walks away.

Mercedes was with Neo in the hospital and when he woke up she texted everyone to tell he was better. Marley and Hendrix went to see him and Tina and Blaine went to look for Santana. Neo admitted he likes Quinn, even though Quinn said to Rachel earlier that: “(...)and I can’t believe that out of all people I fell in love with you!” After Rachel said that it should have been Santana instead of Neo.

Now Santana is back in the house alone with Rachel, who said she didn’t know Santana could even regret anything since last time she checked Santana was heartless. Santana said “suck my dick, Rachel” but didn’t make any rant. She just feels like she can’t anymore. Rachel said something about not being a slut like Santana and all and Santana started to tell but quickly stopped before agreeing with Rachel and leaving the room. She still can’t be bitchy or make rants at people.

Quinn is probably gay, or bi. But now Neo has a crush on her and he only told Marley about that.

Okay, it’s been 2 weeks since I last updated this oh God... sorry, I can’t quite remember everything but I will try explain in topics what happened.

Blaine and Kurt finally gave up and started dating, but now they just jump at each other at any chance they get. Quinn and Marley are like that, to be honest. But they were a little more complicated since days ago Marley found out Quinn slept with this random girl at a bar and Quinn is also still married to Brittany, even if they have a “open marriage” as they self proclaimed. Tina and Puck were gonna leave to have dinner (aka a date) but ended up having shower sex instead when Tina asked him if he wanted to shower with her when he was leaving to let her get herself ready to their dinner. Now we don’t know what’s going on with them.

Quinn said Santana had to be bitchy again and that she being nice was starting to get weird and concerning. Quinn even slapped Santana in the face to see if Santana would make one of her usual rants but she didn’t. Santana just told Quinn to “please stop, because it’s not gonna be pretty if you keep pushing me”

Sam and Brittany are back from their trip and Tina just said it was good that Santana and Sam wouldn’t have to have online sex anymore.

They all decided to go to a sex shop, well... that’s self explanatory, isn’t it? and In the end, Mercedes and Santana ended up hooking up again. Same for Quinn and Marley. (This gc is getting pure filthy I swear..... but I ALSO SWEAR ITS FUNNY AS FUCK AND WE ARE NOT JUST A BUNCH OF PERVS❤️)

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Sophie joined the house! Now she’s sleeping in Quinn and Hendrix room, being the third roommate. The next day Quinn, puck, Kurt and Santana started the day off drinking, everybody was feeling like partying so they all got tequila shots and played spin the bottle.

Sophie kissed Santana, Quinn kissed Sophie, puck kissed Quinn.... also, Brittany convinced Blaine she and puck had made something that let her get as small as an ant. They got small and saw “pucks magic stick” which apparently is “one of the seven wonders” (don’t even ask).

Marley now thinks she’s supergirl (I think it’s the alcohol talking) and Tina was talking about how Loud Santana is during sex because she can hear she and Sam. Also, she said Kurt and Blaine needed to find a way to be les loud, just like Sam and Santana, because she can’t sleep, and she also said the house is becoming a motel. Tina even said she was willing to buy Sam and Santana and Kurt and Blaine ball gags to keep them more quiet.

Also, Santana is back! Apparently Rachel pushed her so far Santana made a rant and how she is back with the rants.

(It’s been a while since I last updated this (again) but I will keep updating)

Mike just joined! He tried making a big entrance, but no one was at the house when he tried kicking the door to be dramatic, so he just gave up.

Santana went to the kitchen and puck followed, they were about to get drunk with Tequila when Mike knocked on the door again, this time he got his big entrance. The three of them were drinking the tequila when Tina joined, she welcomed Mike friendly. A bit too friendly, and made puck a little jealous, but ‘sex is not dating’ as Santana says. They were pretty drunk when Quinn decided to join them, she was also drunk, for no one’s surprise!

They decided to drink more and Santana ended up shouting the lyrics to Valerie while Mike played the song. Sophie got downstairs and a very drunk Tina started dancing with her. Now they found out Puck and Santana have weed they are all gonna get stoned.

What happens next? Well, I don’t know, they don’t know, nobody knows. hopefully we will have all the answers soon, but you know what they say: tomorrow is a mystery, and something we are still gonna write. In this case literally.

(I don’t know if I’ll keep updating this because it’s getting too long and honestly, probably no one even read til the end)

[gleekto]

Fic: Unsolicited Advice (5/?)

Summary: Blaine and Kurt are 22 and living in New York City. Blaine is in a stale relationship. Kurt likes to have his bachelor fun. They haven’t met yet.

Just your standard coffee shop meet cute…but in a drugstore, in the condom aisle.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Unsolicited Advice - Part 5 - Event (Blaine POV)

Blaine enters Big City Little Bean and smiles at his favourite barista, Jenny, who has his coffee order coming right up. He nods at her and gets in line, putting his coat down at a small table in the corner. On Thursdays, coffee is an event,  not just his usual grab and go. Blaine doesn’t have class until 10am, and has the luxury of an hour for coffee and catching up on his reading cozied up in the booth of his favorite table. 

“Well hello,” a maybe familiar voice says from behind him. 

Blaine turns to yet again see his condom-and-strawberry advisor,  Kurt, he thinks, smiling amusedly, hands tucked into a fall periwinkle peacoat. 

Blaine smiles and shakes his head. “Kurt, right?” Blaine looks at him quizzically.  “So I come here almost every morning but  I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. You realize that I may have to conclude that you’re stalking me.”

“Well, you can go ahead and think that.” Kurt pauses for a beat. “But no. I live around the corner. This is just early for me.” Kurt bites his lip. 

“Early class?”

“Oh no. I did a perfect job of not scheduling anything before 11am in my senior year. Just a walk of shame, I’m afraid.”

“Oh? From a Wednesday night?”

“I mistakenly accepted Saturday night’s postponed offer for Wednesday.”

“Oh.”

“Meh,” Kurt shrugs.  “Was an okay night. Fine. Better when he wasn’t talking.” Blaine’s jaw drops slightly at Kurt’s ego. And so cavalier. He doesn’t quite buy it but really, what does he know? Been in a relationship for a year that was probably past its due date six months ago. “And I know how that sounded, and I wish it weren’t true,” Kurt looks down and shakes his head at himself. “But before you can determine that I am a complete asshole, let me at least buy your morning coffee.”

“Oh no - you don’t have to-” It’s the polite answer. But Blaine likes the idea. Likes Kurt despite his ego. He’s hot and funny and likes theatre. Between keeping up his honor roll grades and making time to see Stephen between video games with Sam, he realizes he hasn’t had a lot of time for new friends. Particularly not new friends who are gay and fun and not Stephen. “You know what? Sure. And I’m sure you have some coffee advice?”

“Oh no. I could never. To each his own preference. I myself always have a mocha.”

“Well, a medium drip for me then.”

They settle into Blaine’s corner table, warm cups in hand. Turns out Kurt is also from Ohio, also sang in Glee club. Both were out in high school and painfully single. “As if I would date any of the football team hamhocks on their way to pumping gas.”

“And probably not playing on your team?”

“No, fortunately. Though it felt unfortunate at the time. I couldn’t wait to get to New York.”

“Me neither. I joined the campus LBGT club before I even signed up for my classes.”

“And then you met your guy and lived happily ever after,” Kurt smirks. 

“Do I detect a note of sarcasm?” Blaine smirks back. “Or is it jealousy?” Blaine realizes that may be snarky. Or flirty. Either way. “But no, not exactly. We, Stephen and I, met last year at a friend’s party. He’s studying business. I just dated before that, you know, looking for love like everybody.”

“I used to be looking for love.”

“You’re not?”

“I guess I’m not a relationship guy.  Like I said to my friend Mercedes, too much candy, not enough substance.”

“Harsh.”

“Some people think so. But New York is a pretty fun place to be a kid in a candy store. Speaking of which,” Kurt starts. “If you ever want to come out dancing, let me know. You can bring Stephen, of course. We’ll have a gay old time.” The sarcasm doesn’t stop with this one, but he is funny. 

“Not sure Stephen is the dancing-type, but I am.” Blaine says typing Kurt’s number into his phone as he gets up to leave for his class.

“Well, as long as you’re not  looking for love, Vibe is a fun place to be on a Saturday night.” Kurt smiles and lifts his cup as Blaine walks away.

Blaine turns back around. “I never said I wasn’t looking.”

[hippohead]

postcode envy (2/24)

this is just a short chapter while i catch up on the days i missed. enjoy!

read it on ao3

The table read takes an exhausting amount of time.

Almost four hours. And it’s because of two things: Curtis gets distracted easily, and the cast are all comedians and therefore riffing off the dialogue and improvising. A lot. And it is funny, but also Kurt is still jetlagged and desperate for a coffee or – honestly, something stronger.  

When it finally does end, Blaine asks him if he wants to grab lunch together so they can ‘work on their character’s dynamic’ while they eat. He puts the fact that he accepts the offer down to his longing for hard liquor and the ability to quench that at a restaurant.

It has nothing to do with the fact that the cute and charming lobster shirt-wearing man sitting next to him is the one that asked.  

“Oh, but I got dropped off by a PA this morning, so I’m not sure how I’d meet you there.”

Blaine puts his hand on Kurt’s arm and the movement is so natural – like it isn’t a big deal for him, as if touch like this is easy and a part of who he is. “Don’t be silly. I’ll drive you.” And he says it as if there’s no point refuting that, so Kurt doesn’t. He just nods and says thank you and stops by his dressing room on the way out to pick up his satchel.  

He meets back up with Blaine in the car park. He’s leaning against what Kurt assumes is his car and – it's nice. Really nice. It looks expensive. But then they start driving and Kurt can’t focus on anything but the fact that they’re absolutely about to die.  

“Are you okay?” Blaine sounds worried, with an undercurrent of amused. And that’s probably due to the fact that Kurt is gripping the roof handle like his life depends on it. It sort of feels like it does.

“I just - I was in the back seat this morning and the windows were tinted. I couldn’t see everything like I can right now.”

Blaine chuckles, “I had some friends from Germany visit me last year and they were the same. But don’t worry – I promise I know the road rules.”

Kurt nods and laughs a little, embarrassed, not meaning to imply that Blaine doesn’t. Of course he does. It’s just that it’s all on the wrong side for Kurt, road rules or not.  

They chat while Blaine navigates them around the city, just light small talk about the usual things – how Kurt’s flight here was, the weather, that they’re excited to make the film because the script had been so interesting. But then they pull up to a huge intersection, and there are cars everywhere, coming from every direction, and when Blaine pulls out into it, Kurt is certain they’re about to get hit by an oncoming car.

“Shit, stop! Brake! Blaine, we’re-” but then the car doesn’t hit them. And they carry on. Because it’s all on the wrong side but it’s not all on the wrong side here, and the cars pass by each other seamlessly. When his heart has finally decided to come back down to earth and beat at a normal pace, he looks over at Blaine.

“Are you okay?” he asks Kurt for a second time. And this time there’s no worry, just amusement.  

“I’m just going to close my eyes until we get there,” he groans, and then actually does. He hides behind his fingers and palm and slumps into the seat with a self-deprecating laugh. Blaine picks up their chatter from before and makes no mention of how ridiculous Kurt is being right now, and Kurt just lets his body move and sway with the turns and stops that the car is making until they get there.  

“Hey, Kurt? You can – you can open your eyes now.”  

Kurt peeks through a gap in his fingers and confirms that they are, in fact, completely stationary. He breathes a sigh of relief. “Sorry. You’re a wonderful driver, I just – it’s all backwards for me here.”

“You’ve never been to England?”

“Huh?” Kurt’s confused by the change in conversation.

“Just because – well, you know. They drive on the left there too. And I just assumed you would have gone to London for work or something.”

“Oh,” Kurt says, catching on, “No. I haven’t actually. I’ve only really done stuff in the States and Canada.”

Blaine looks at him for a moment and it feels assessing, like he’s seeing something in Kurt’s answer and also just Kurt that he’s not sure he’s offering up. But then the expression clears and he says, “Right. Well, this place is nice. It’s just a bakery, but they have a million options and the food is always good.”  

Kurt follows Blaine’s pointed finger and looks at the front of the building they’re parked next to. It’s long, with a white picket fence out the front and the words, The Bakers Cottage, written along the front. It looks casual but well-presented and cute, and it kind of reminds him of Blaine, actually.  

And then realises he just likened a building to a man he only met hours before, and so he gets out of the car and resigns himself to getting a very strong coffee. 

It doesn’t look like this place sells hard liquor, after all.  

[spaceorphan18]

do u think Kurt has ever had sex w anyone aside from Blaine? I sort of like the idea that he really took his dad’s word to heart and only attached sex to feelings, which is why it was so important to him in their relationship. Personally I don’t believe he had sex with Walter or Adam because of the body language he had around them. I don’t want it to be like “Kurt is a virgin saving himself for Blaine” but more like Blaine is the only one he’s ever felt deeply enough to have sex. thoughts?

I understand the sentiment of your feelings -- I do, because I was once there during the original run of the show.  And there’s nothing proving things one way or an other -- so, even after you’ve read what I have to say, if you feel differently, that’s perfectly fine and valid!  The text is pretty open to any kind of interpretation. 

Before I get into it, I want to discuss your comment: 

I don’t want it to be like “Kurt is a virgin saving himself for Blaine” but more like Blaine is the only one he’s ever felt deeply enough to have sex.

So, I want to start by saying when I was younger, I didn’t understand how people could just have sex with people they weren’t in love with.  Part of it is because my Mom was a lot like Burt, and gave me a talk very similarly to what Kurt receives in the show.  Part of it is, I’ve learned, is because I’m demisexual, and I’ve never felt the need to have casual sex.  But as I’ve gotten older, my views on this have changed a lot.  

I do believe that Blaine is the only one whom Kurt has had deep and meaningful sex, but Kurt having other sexual relationships and encounters is not at all a bad thing -- and can be quite healthy in his understanding of how relationships, and his own sexuality, work.  Now, I’d like to make clear that it’s fine whether you’ve had sex with a hundred people, or if you’ve had sex with no one -- your worth is not valued by the amount (or lack) of sexual partners you’ve had.   But what I am saying is that there’s nothing wrong with Kurt having other sexual partners, nor does it detract from the meaningfulness that finds in having sex with Blaine.  

So, let’s talk a second about Previously Unaired Christmas (yes, I know, I’d rather not, either, but it does have some valuable insight).  Kurt, in an attempt to feel better, makes the decision to get a little tipsy, and throw caution to the wind -- and in the process decides to hook up with Cody.  Now, pretending that he isn’t a skeevy conman who preys on minors, Kurt would have surely slept with Cody. And found... that casual sex can still feel good, but maybe it’s not for him because he does prefer the emotional connection his bond with Blaine brings.  

I don’t think the encounter with Cody needed to be a bad one. (My huge objection to this whole thing in the episode is that Cody is a really gross guy taking advantage of minors, and for that I’m glad he didn’t get that far with Kurt.)  I think as long as you have a healthy attitude towards sex and the idea of sex, that you can enjoy the pleasure of it even if it isn’t as emotionally satisfying as having sex with someone you love deeply.  And that’s okay!  Say this did happen with Kurt -- it doesn’t undermine the fact that Kurt is very much still in love with Blaine.  

FWIW - I did write a casual sexual relationship for Kurt in my fic With Every Broken Bone (set between seasons 5 and 6) for this reason -- so Kurt can have a positive sexual encounter who isn’t Blaine - where he comes out of it happy to have had the experience, but still very much in love with Blaine.  

Moving on... let’s talk about Adam! I’ve done a lot of talk about Adam, tbh, (you can find it in my meta tag!) so I’ll probably keep this short.  I think if Kurt was to sleep with Adam, it’d be after Boys and Girls on Film, after they go on that date.  I don’t think Kurt was there yet before, but there’s a definite possibility that after they see their movie, things progress.  But, as with the Cody example, I can easily see Kurt sleeping with Adam, and it not being bad, but not being great either, so he decides he’d rather sleep with his boyfriend pillow, Bruce instead of Adam (which, let’s be honest, is kinda funny).  

I do like the idea of Kurt sleeping with Adam -- because it gives him more experience, but also because it gives him another change to realize how valuable his relationship with Blaine is -- because it allows him to have something to compare to.  

Let’s talk about Walter... Now, I think the show goes out of its way to paint them as nonsexual -- mostly because that relationship keeps getting compared to Blaine’s very sexual relationship with Karofsky as a really chaste thing.  

But I’ve warmed considerably to the idea that Kurt slept with Walter.  So, here’s my thing -- at this point in his life, Kurt has a very different relationship with sex than when he did a few years earlier.  He and Blaine have now had a ton of sex.  Kurt knows what he likes and what he doesn’t, and we know that he really enjoys sex (and is very grupmy when he doesn’t get it).  I can see Kurt going into the thing with Walter being well aware that he just wants to have sex with an attractive older man and it doesn’t mean much other than feeling good.  

And that’s okay! Because Kurt knows he can easily walk away from it once Blaine becomes available again.  As Brittany has told him -- he shouldn’t just put his life on hold just because he’s waiting for he and Blaine to get back together, and part of his life is sex.  So, yeah, I can see him enjoying a casual, sexual relationship with Walter while waiting to get back with Blaine.  

So, those are my thoughts! My line of thinking, and maybe it’s just age that’s gotten me here, is that there’s no shame whatever your sexual history might be.  I do agree with Burt’s sentiment that you shouldn’t throw yourself around as a way to please other people, because it’s expected of you, or because you feel that’s the only way to receive love (Blaine tried that -- it didn’t work).  But having a healthy relationship with sex and your own sexual identity is a good thing! 

Whether you’re like Mercedes and want to only have sex with someone you’re going to marry, or whether you’re like Brittany and have fun having sex with everyone -- as long as you’re being safe, educated, and in a consenting situation, then what ever your sexual encounters are is fine!  I personally like the idea of Kurt exploring his sexual identity with other people because it helps inform his decision that Blaine is ultimately the person he wants to be with.  But the text is open, and if you interpret it differently, that’s cool, too.  :) 

[chocoholicannanymous]

Free Kurt - Isabelle style (Glee)

This is part of the Free Kurt event, where different fic writers all present a take on how the proposal from 501 could have ended better for Kurt by use of one character. I decides on Isabelle Wright, and here you have 2020 (fittingly) words of “Free Kurt - Isabelle style”.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except an overactive imagination and way too many plotbunnies.

“Getting a choice means you gotta make one. Relax. Hear what the guy has to say. All you gotta do is say yes, no or maybe.”

“Is there another option?”

~*~*~*~

Kurt turns towards Dalton, steeling himself to go inside and meet Blaine. To start a new phase of his life - their lives. And then his phone rings.

“That can wait, can’t it, buddy?”

“I just need to check, oh, I have to take this. I’m sure it won’t take long. Just…” He walks a bit, not wanting his dad to hear if this is one of those calls.

“Isabelle! Is there something wrong?”

“No, no! Well, a little, but! You're just the guy to fix that. I remember right that you were flying back today, right? Would you be amenable to show up at Vogue, paid time, and help out at a party? Chase was supposed to be there and write about the outfits, but Marcel is in the hospital so Chase has to cover for him.”

“I...don't know if I'll be able to make it in time.”

“Traffic? I'll send a car for you, obviously, and pick an outfit from the vault.”

“I'm sorry, I mean I'm not sure if I'm going to make my flight.”

And he isn't. It hasn't hit him until now – how? why? – that even though he left with plenty of time to get to the airport and through security it might not be enough to also get through the proposal. He'd thought so, before, but really when he actually thinks about it? That would depend on Blaine being brief. Oh, and letting Kurt leave after. Is he going to want me to do that? Or is he expecting us to do something together?

Surely Blaine must have planned for Kurt making his flight though? Or made other arrangements? I'm already checked in though, I did that yesterday. So clearly no one's changed my flight.

“Kurt? Is something wrong? Are you... Are you not at the airport? Did something happen with your dad?”

Isabelle's voice is rising, worried, and he takes a second to feel cherished by that while hurrying to calm her down.

“Oh no, he's fine. Just, I'm not at the airport. There was a detour. I... I'm at a surprise proposal.”

“Really? Whose?”

Blaine's. “Mine.”

“Wait, what? Didn't you go down alone? Oh, did blond and cute go with you after all?”

“No, Adam is... We're over.”

“You broke up? You left here 10 days ago, dating Adam , and now you’re telling me that not only did you break up with him in that time, but also you started dating someone new? And you’re being proposed to? Am I hearing this right?

“What happened, Kurt?”

“I couldn’t commit to Adam. He offered to come with me, you know that, but I turned him down. That was pretty telling, that I didn’t want him to come with me. If it’d been serious, if I’d been willing to commit to him, well… I wouldn’t have said no then, would I? If I didn’t want him here with me during this, if I didn’t want him to come with and meet my family and friends, then clearly I wasn’t that invested.

“Better to break it off then.”

It had hurt, sure, because he’d really enjoyed being with Adam, but once it’d been pointed out to him…

“Okay, say I buy that - and we’re talking more about that when you come back, mister, don’t you doubt it! - what about this new relationship? How can you be ready to commit to someone else this soon?”

“I never had a problem committing to Blaine.”

There’s silence at the other end, enough that Kurt starts questioning if the call’s been disconnected.

“Isabelle?”

“You…” Her voice does a funny thing, and she starts over again. “You’re back with him?”

When he confirms it Isabelle starts talking fast, clearly not willing to let him say anything else.

“Blaine. Cheated on you after 2 weeks, Blaine. Blamed you for it, Blaine. Almost got you in trouble at work, Blaine. Made you feel like shit for months, Blaine. You’re back with him. And he’s proposing? You got back together, what, five minutes ago?”

Yesterday, Kurt thinks. We got back together yesterday. He doesn’t say that though.

“We were together for a year and a half. It’s not like he’s some stranger. This is, I always saw us ending up here. This was my dream, Isabelle, for so long.”

“”Before, and I cannot stress this enough, he cheated on you. How can you be sure he won’t do that again? After all, you’re coming back to New York. He’s going to be in Lima, still in school. That didn’t work so well last time.

“As you said, you didn’t have a problem committing to him. He on the other hand...”

It stings, to hear Isabelle reference such a painful experience so casually. Kurt swallows it down though, arguing back. “It’ll be different this time. He promised he’d never hurt me like that again. And he signed Oprah’s non-cheating contract.”

Except he hadn’t, not yet, but he’d promised to do it and surely that has to mean something?

“The fact that a non-cheating contract even entered the picture isn’t exactly the strong argument you seem to think. At least not in his favor.

“Kurt, honey, I'm saying this from a place of love. Have you completely lost your mind?”

And that, that hurts. He’s not crazy. This is the right thing to do. Everyone else thinks so, so why can’t Isabelle see it?

“Now, I’m not going to tell you that you can’t date someone, or get engaged, or hell, even married - though I do hope he doesn’t have an officiant standing by - but what’s the hurry? Why does he have to propose now?”

And well, Kurt doesn’t have an answer to that - and he’s searched, having asked himself the same question.

“He’s just, he’s always been excitable. Besides, seize the moment, you know? You never know what happens.”

He can’t be sure, but it sounds like Isabelle is muttering something about finding him a therapist. Surely not though?

“And I, Isabelle, it took me forever to find Blaine. What if I never meet anyone else who makes me feel the way he does?” Kurt politely ignores the hrumpf on the other end.

“Honey, you’re young. So, so young. You have your whole life ahead of you. And if it doesn’t happen? I am more than twice your age.” And wow, things has to be really serious if Isabelle is admitting to that. “I’m single. I’ve never been married, or engaged. I don’t have kids. By now, I’m pretty sure neither of that will change.

“Does that make me - or my life - worth any less?”

“No! Of course it doesn't. Just... It’s not what I want for me,” Kurt adds in a low voice.

“And that’s okay. As I said, you’re young. You have time to get to where you want to be. It doesn’t have to be a race. Not everyone find their place - or their person - at 20. That you would walk through life and never meet anyone else who could love you, and appreciate you? That’s impossible.”

Kurt feels the word sink into him, and before he can think twice he whispers “dad said I looked like he was driving me to my execution”.

“Wait, what? Look, I know that as your boss I don’t have the right to tell you what to do with your private life, but I’d like to think that I’m a little more than just your employer. So please, listen. Don’t be in such a hurry to do this. Not after just a few days. Not if you’re unsure enough that you look like that. Please. Come back to New York. Take some time to think. To just date again and adjust to how you’ve changed. Because that’s going to change how you are together as well.

“Put yourself first.”

Put himself first? Kurt isn’t even sure how to do that. It means disappointing his dad. Disappointing Blaine. He...doesn’t have a great track record with that.

But that’s his answer right there, isn’t it? He isn’t thinking that what’s right for him is to walk inside and let Blaine propose. He’s thinking about walking away.

“I’ll call you when I’m back in New York, okay? Bye Isabelle. And...thanks for listening.”

He walks back to the car and his dad, who’s looking kind of worried.

“That took a bit longer than I thought. Everything okay?”

“Yes, I think it is.” In the corner of his eye Kurt spots people spying from Dalton’s balcony and the door, looking restless. Apparently he’s not following the script.

“So, ehm, can you just drive me to the airport like we agreed?”

Burt Hummel looks like a stranded fish, and under other circumstances Kurt is sure he'd find it amusing. Now, not so much.

“What? What about-”

“I decided that I did have another option, one that doesn’t mean listening to Blaine. I’m not ready to say yes to what he wants to ask me, and I want to leave.”

“What about Blaine? Are you really going to leave him hanging like this?”

And ouch, that might be justified, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt to hear it from his dad. Isn’t my dad supposed to back me? Where was this attitude when it was Finn? And right, he’d forgotten for a bit, the memories swept away in his dad’s pushy encouragment. Burt had hated Finn’s engagement to Rachel, not to mention the wedding-that-wasn’t.

“Good to know whose side you're on.”

They stare at each other. Kurt has folded so many times in similar situations, but this time he’s going to stand by his decision.

“I gotta say, buddy, this isn't like you.”

“Well, maybe my usual habit of doing not what I want but what I think the people around me want isn't working for me any longer.”

Which is true, and how could I have let myself almost be backed in a corner like that? but his dad takes it badly.

“This is… This is because of whoever called you right now, isn’t it? Why are you allowing her to change your mind like this? Not five minutes ago you were going to at least hear Blaine out. Who's this Isabelle to tell you not to?”

“Apparently the only person in all of this who’s on my side.”

“Hey! That's not fair!”

“Not fair? Life’s not fair! And you know what, something else that’s not fair? Dad, you told me you thought I looked like you were driving me to my execution. We both knew it was a proposal, yet that's how you thought I looked. And somehow that didn't make you question anything? I couldn't tell you if I was okay or not. Again, you didn't question it. I asked you if there was another option to answering him! Again, you just told me to go ahead. To listen to what Blaine had to say.

“Isabelle didn't tell me what to do, she told me to listen to myself! She reminded me that I do have options. I'm the one choosing which one to take, and that's going to the airport and then back home.

“Now, are you going to drive me?”

Kurt waits for an answer. Once he finds himself beginning to count seconds he gives up. He walks over to the car, grabs his bags, tells his dad he'll call once he lands and starts walking. His blood is pounding in his ears, to the point where it’s all he hears, and he just. Keeps. Walking. Reaching the end of the driveway makes it feel better, but not safe, not yet. He takes the first corner, twists through the sidestreets with hurried steps, looking for a place to hide and make a call.

Ten minutes later he’s in the back of a cab, heading towards the airport, with his phone turned off and his heart in his throat, feeling utterly, heartbreakingly relieved.

~The End ~