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dysco-lymonade · 1 year

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Clexa #7

7. Visiting them at their place of work.

It’s like you’re in my head, Anon. I’m thinking of posting on this AU as a series of snippets to ease myself back into the game.

Lexa tugs her jacket tighter around her shoulders as she faces the cool midnight breeze of downtown polis. She has two blocks to figure out what she’s going to talk to Clarke about tonight. She can only small talk about the weather so many times before the blonde thinks she’s got as much depth as a puddle.

Lexa had just barely managed to get her latest assignment submitted before the 11:59pm cut-off time, and her one and only motivation was seeing the corner store clerk on her way home.

She picks up her pace as she sees the neon store sign up ahead. The mantra of ‘don’t fuck this up, be cool, be brave, be suave,’ running through her mind on a loop. She pushes her way through the door, ready to plaster on her most casual grin as she makes eye contact with the cashier, only to falter in her steps.

Instead of seeing Clarke, she holds the gaze of a floppy-haired frat boy, who looks all-too-pleased to see her walking through the door.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Lextra Woods.”

“Bite me, Collins.”

“God, I would love to.” He retorts with a smarmy grin.

Lexa rolls her eyes and moves on to the drink coolers. Of course, Finn fucking Collins works here too. Finn fucking Collins, the bane of her existence. Beta Fish Chi fucking- whatever frat president Finn fucking Collins. The boy had been making her life an absolute living hell for the better part of the semester. Every time she would cozy up in her favorite corner of the student library to work on her assignments, in would walk (read: stampede) Finn fucking Collins and his gaggle of pledges. Lexa wasn’t even convinced he was part of an actual fraternity, but rather, just trying to have every guy at Polis U begging to be his friend.

She scoffs as she yanks a bottle of water from the cooler.

“Rough night?” She hears from behind her, ready to turn on a dime and give Finn fucking Collins what for.

Only she turns around and is met with the cool blue gaze of none other than Clarke Griffin. She damn near drops the water bottle.

“Oh- uh, yeah. You could say that.” She mentally slams her head into the glass door of the drink cooler. “Better now, though!” She pulls what she hopes is a charming smile onto her face. In reality, Lexa is pretty sure she looks like a serial killer.

“So… Lextra, huh? Interesting name.” Clarke flirts, actually goddamn flirts, with that mouthwatering bite of her bottom lip.

“Lexa… actually. Collins is total tool. Thinks everyone deserves a nickname.”

“Don’t I know it; he won’t stop calling me ‘Princess’ and I want to vomit every time he says it.” Clarke rolls her eyes and moves towards a rack of potato chip bags to presumably reorganize them.

“How utterly condescending of him.” Lexa picks at the label of the water bottle for a moment, contemplating asking, but eventually goes for it. “I really haven’t given you my name after all this time?”

Clarke shakes her head in the negative. “Nope.” She pops the ‘p’, of course she does. “I’ve been fiddling with a few possibilities. Heather seemed too uptight, Brittany too lackluster, I knew it had to be something more unique.” She winks. Actually goddamn winks, and Lexa damn near passes out.

“I would say thank you, but I didn’t pick my name.” Way to be suave, Woods, get it together. “I’m glad I ran into you, actually.” There she is. “I wanted to ask you something. I haven’t seen you on campus, but I’m assuming since we seem to be the same age, that you must go to Polis U. Otherwise why would you work so close?” Stop rambling, get to the point! “Anyway. There’s this fundraiser. It’s more of a bar-crawl, honestly, but it’s to support my program. You buy a wrist band, and the proceeds go to the Law department… I know, bar-hopping for the law… kind of silly…” GET TO THE POINT “Anyway, I wanted to see if you might want to come along with me?”

By the time Lexa is finished rambling, Clarke’s eyebrows have pretty much reached her hairline. But the soft smile on her face, and subtle tilt of her head give Lexa pause. Maybe she didn’t totally fuck this up.

“I did go to Polis.” Oh, did she graduate already? “But I had to take a leave of absence.” Interesting… “And I can’t actually go with you.” Clarke bites her lip, but not in a flirty way. Lexa tilts her head, clearing asking the blonde to continue. “Look, Lexa…” Oh god, this isn’t good. Abort. ABORT. “No, no! It’s not you.” Oh god, I’m going to hurl. “Fuck. That sounds terrible but it’s NOT! Listen, come here for a minute?” Clarke starts making her way toward the back room of the store.

“Clarke, it’s fine. Seriously, you don’t have to expl-“

Before Lexa can finish, Clarke has yanked the right leg of her jeans up to expose her ankle.

Her ankle, currently sporting a thick black band with what appears to be a large battery pack attached to it.

“Uh, Clarke I’m not sure I understand.”

“I’m on house arrest. Well, house and work arrest, I guess.”

Lexa blinks once, not fully grasping the situation.

“I got into some trouble, nothing serious. I didn’t hurt anyone or anything. I just. I can’t go anywhere other than my house or work… for now. I have an appeal hearing in a few weeks.”

“Oh my god. I thought you were just feeding me a line.” Lexa chuckles and leans against the wall. “So, I’m crushing on a criminal? That’s what you’re telling me?”

Clarke looks up at her with a devilish smile. “Crushing?”

Oh fuck.

Lexa takes pause. The cats out of the bag. Just go with it Woods.

“Well yeah, hasn’t it been obvious?”

“You mean, like how you’ve never given me your name, or any type of way to contact you?” She lifts an eyebrow in question and Lexa basically falls to her knees.

Lexa takes a moment to scratch the back of her neck, in what she hopes is a cool demeanor. “I wasn’t sure you were interested. You flirt a lot with, you know, everyone.” She shrugs her shoulders and scuffs the toe of her shoe on the floor, breaking eye contact.

“Tips.” Clarke says simply. “They only pay me minimum wage here, you know, being a hardened criminal and all. I gotta pay the bills somehow.” She chuckles and suddenly Lexa feels the other girl’s hand on her bicep. “Lex,” Lexa would normally scowl at the nickname, but it sounds so sweet coming from the blonde’s raspy voice that she’s decidedly changed her outlook on nicknames. She meets Clarke’s eyes and sees sincerity. “I really would love to go out for a drink with you some time. Maybe just give me a few weeks? Or more, depending on the outcome of my hearing? And in the meantime, can I have your number?”

#clexa #clexa au #ankle monitor AU #clexa prompts #anon #Pretty Little Mess

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tuiyla · 2 years

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You said in one of your answers that you think Finchel's voices sound better with other people than together, so with whom? Actually, who are your favorite duet partners for each of the major Glee characters?

OKAY Anon so we’re finally getting to this, no more procrastination.

So I feel like Finchel sound better with pretty much everyone but each other oops. It’s hard choosing just one partner for each ch and such a short post feels underwhelming after having put this ask off for two weeks but I’d be more than happy to go on more about Glee duets and duet partners. I will be cheating a bit and putting some chs twice.

Rachel-Santana: I don’t just love Pezberry for their fire and gasoline dynamic but because I think they’re each other’s best duet partners. They sound SO good together it’s insane. Going a little mad just thinking about their Tongue Tied verse, actually. Top tier, no questions asked, excellent all around. Honorable mention for Rachel is Jesse and for Santana, well everyone but of course mostly Mercedes.

Finn-Quinn: I think Quinn blends insanely well with everyone and a video showcasing that somewhere on reddit but this pairing, vocally, just feels right. I Don’t Wanna Know is a banger and I think they just complement each other well. Honorable mention for Finn is Ryder! Of all people, and for Quinn let’s go with Artie.

Mercedes-Puck: I feel bad having taken Santana from Mercedes but she sounds heavenly with literally everyone, so. This is a bit of a random choice but their duet is good. The other person I would have given for Puck is... also Santana! I’m not biased you’re biased.

Marley-Unique: Maybe don’t count as major characters, not OGs at least by my god they’re so good. Deffo deserve to be up here.

Jake-Kitty: Again, so good! Everybody Talks deserves all the love! But special shoutout to Kitty and Marley in Holding Out For a Hero, listening to it rn.

Tina-Artie: Ngl this doesn’t quite feel right but we’re rolling with it for now. They both sound so good on everything and it’s kinda weird they’d only have two duets and in the same episode, at that. I’m tempted to, again, go with Quinn for Artie and for Tina just literally all the girls.

Sam-Blaine: Some might say they blend TOO well together but who cares it sounds good.

Mike, Brittany and Kurt are left but it’s impossible to make a duo of those three in any way and nor should I. Mike has limited singing time and it was mostly with Tina so I’d say her, but his duet with Artie is also great and that part with Santana in Homeward Bound/Home is heavenly. I also think he could have been great with Mercedes. The obvious choice for Britt is Santana but I think she and Tina could have been great and I’ll reluctantly admit that she and Sam also sounded decent together. And she has a good duet with Marley. For Kurt, the obvious choice would be Blaine but I’m gonna go with Rachel while also noting that I would have loved to hear more of him and Quinn together.

#i know two weeks was a long wait but hopefully that's a complete enough list #glee cast giving such good vibes with vocal pairings #now let me relisten to that pezberry vocal blend video #anon #glee asks

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expensivemistake · 2 years

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I’m not trying to sound rude or entitled but how come yours and others amazing Klaine/Kurt/Blaine sets do poorly in terms of notes but others gifsets of Brittany or Santana or both do better when I thought Klaine was more popular? It’s sad to see you not get recognized, even if notes don’t matter much I still think you guys deserve more.

Ooh, this is definitely an interesting question. Thank you so much for being sweet about it!! I'm defo not the best gifmaker on here lol. Sometimes I think I get no notes just because my sets are ugly after a few weeks. But I'm really glad you enjoy them!!!

I wanna start by saying that, y'know, notes really don't matter. Especially making Glee content lmao. You can really get yourself tied up in knots about that stuff. Hell, I still do.

But I've definitely thought about this a lot, and I think there's two groups to consider here: dedicated gleeks and general tumblr users.

So, first up, dedicated gleeks.

Now, considering recent polls and stuff, it's clear Kurt and Blaine are the most popular within the dedicated group of people who put time and effort into Glee on here. But I can't help but feel like there's a bit of a divide in terms of Klaine fandom. I'm 21, and obviously didn't watch Glee when it was on, and I feel like sometimes my sets don't make it into the group of Klaine shippers over 30. No hate to those people, by the way! I think a lot of them don't really know we're here, or keep to their groups. But there's definitely a different level of engagement from those people, just because they experience fandom a little differently to how I do.

And the second group, general tumblr users.

Opposed to that, I think there's more general goodwill towards Brittana right now, probably because since Naya died, a lot of people have rediscovered and are really connecting to Santana again. Even if those people aren't actively contributing to the glee bubble, they seem pretty willing to share Santana/Brittana stuff. I've spoken to some other people sometimes about the concept of a gifset "breaking containment", and it definitely feels more likely for Brittana sets to do that. I can't help but think a lot of people who look back at Glee/their Glee days as cringe view Klaine/Kurt/Blaine as a big part of that. There's also a few ideas I have about how generally, people don't understand Kurt in particular and misread him as being a homophobic stereotype of a character.

But those are my thoughts. Obviously they work in conjunction. There's also the general gifmaking problems that plague us all, and that's the unfortunate fact that artistic gifsets never seem to do as well as sets that are literally just scenes (which are obviously beautiful and take time too).

And obviously, I'm preaching to the choir a bit here, but please, if you see a set you like - share it, like it, reblog it, compliment it! Hell, even just send it to me if I've not seen it yet. That's the joy of fandom on here!

#ask box #glee fandom #glee #I really hope this doesn't comes off as complaining!#just my pov as a creator #also feel free to share this post idc

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savefilescomng12 · 4 months

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Brittany Cartwright blasts haters questioning her son's well-being amid Jax Taylor split

Brittany Cartwright slammed fans who dared to comment about her 3-year-old son Cruz’s “well-being” amid her separation from Jax Taylor. “You guys can reel in the drama of my life I don’t care but leave my innocents sons name out of it!!! Don’t act like you know anything about him watching 30 mins of a show recorded last summer,” she wrote in a pointed Instagram Story message Tuesday. “I do everything I possibly can for him so how dare some of you!?” the “Valley” star continued. “ENOUGH he is a perfect and innocent child and I will not have strangers acting like they know what’s going on in his life. “Talk about me talk about his father I don’t care but enough is enough!!!!!!” “You guys can reel in the drama of my life I don’t care but leave my innocents sons name out of it!!!” she posted on her Instagram Story Tuesday. brittany/Instagram “I do everything I possibly can for him so how dare some of you!?” she went on. brittany/Instagram The “Vanderpump Rules” alum added, “ENOUGH he is a perfect and innocent child and I will not have strangers acting like they know what’s going on in his life.” brittany/Instagram Cartwright, 35, did not reveal the comments she was referencing, but a source told People she is “hurt” by remarks about her son’s “well-being.” “She is highly protective over her son as any caring mother would be. Despite what she is going through personally in her marriage, her and Jax have always and continue to put their son first,” the insider explained. “He remains their number one priority and they have done a great job co-parenting during this rather turbulent time.” The source added, “They are both incredibly attentive and loving parents and give Cruz absolutely everything he needs. He is a happy child and that’s all that really matters.” Cartwright did not reveal what comments she was referring to, but a source told People her anger stemmed from jabs about her son’s “well-being” amid her split from Jax Taylor. brittany/Instagram “She is highly protective over her son as any caring mother would be,” the insider said. Getty Images for Haddad Media “Despite what she is going through personally in her marriage, her and Jax have always and continue to put their son first,” they added. Getty Images Reps for Cartwright did not immediately respond to Page Six’s request for comment. The Bravolebrity welcomed Cruz with her estranged husband in April 2021. The exes announced their separation in February on their podcast, “When Reality Hits with Jax and Brittany.” “I’m taking things one day at a time,” Cartwright said at the time. “I don’t know what the future holds, but right now my focus is on being the best mom to Cruz.” Cartwright and Taylor welcomed their son in 2021. GARRETT PRESS / MEGA They announced their separation in February after nearly five years of marriage. GARRETT PRESS / MEGA Cartwright gave more insight into the their split in March, telling TMZ, “I’ve asked him for a while to do certain things and nothing has come from that. “Whenever you fight with somebody for so long, there’s only so much you can take, and you know, I deserve better, Cruz deserves better.” The following month, she tripled down on her stance that she had to take time away from “hard to deal with” Taylor, 44, for the sake of their son. “I think it’s honestly been better because we aren’t fighting in front of ,” she told People. “And for me, I think that’s what is most important right now. Because that’s why I had to get him out of that situation in the first place.” Cartwright has remained adamant that their separation was best for her and Cruz. brittany/Instagram “Whenever you fight with somebody for so long, there’s only so much you can take, and you know, I deserve better, Cruz deserves better,” she told TMZ in March. brittany/Instagram “I think it’s honestly been better because we aren’t fighting in front of ,” she further explained in April. brittany/Instagram The “Vanderpump Rules” alums are seemingly getting along since they attended the White House Correspondents’ Garden Brunch in Washington, D.C. together in April. They also celebrated their son’s birthday that same month. Although that same month, Taylor claimed he was “working” on himself to win Cartwright back, he stepped out with model Paige Woolen last week for a three-hour lunch date. Source link Read the full article

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arjaandsimoni · 6 months

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Scars

Roche Manor, Brittany France

No leader can rule forever. Even in a small group like a hunter family leadership could change fairly often. In House Roche the family was traditionally led by a pair, each of the ‘eyeless’ children groomed to take leadership from a young age. Thanks to this system the leadership tended to feel more ‘stable’ than many others, even when one would step down or pass on the other typically remained until the ‘next generation’ was able to take the position.

Of course, as Ryan was a testament to, this wasn’t always true. Sometimes fate can be cruel, or simply just randomly unfair, and the duty falls to whomever is eldest to take over.

For years Ryan did his best to guide House Roche as his ancestors did, to study and understand the supernatural world as much as they controlled it, and to oppose those who’d exploit or harm it needlessly. Some wounds never fully heal, though. Deep down he always felt the sorrow and guilt of his loss, and knew that it was eating away at how he could lead the family properly. It wasn’t until recent nights, though, that it really sunk in.

He spent days mulling over his daughter’s choice, not out of anger, or protectiveness, like usual, but because he feared the truth behind his confusion at it. In all honesty years ago he would have done the same at her age, he DID do the same many times.

He thought of those times alone in the darkness in his office. The werewolf youth he spared because they were just frightened of their first change rather than a true threat. The changeling whose powers were feeding off their erratic emotions and lashing out rather than maliciously attacking others. The young mage who tried a spell beyond their scope. None of them deserved death, even if other more conservative hunters would disagree.

Now, though? He wasn’t sure he’d do the same. He wasn’t sure he wouldn't either, but that doubt made him uncomfortable. Had his mercy been drained from him that badly in his time in charge? Had he seen too much cruelty and evil to feel that same empathy that once gave him strength? He could ignore it, he hadn’t DONE anything to justify the fear after all, but how long would that last? How long until he made a call based on that lack of empathy that meant some innocent being got murdered because of his spite? Could he live with himself at that point? No, it was best to step aside now, before his anger could grow into a full cancer within the family, even if it was unexpected.

It certainly was unexpected for Alice. Sure she expected to take over at some point, likely even before Francis was fully trained just due to the age gap, but so suddenly? Now? She was barely past her own training and now she was being given the reins of one of the most powerful hunting families in western Europe?

“Don’t worry.” Ryan chuckled lightly, putting a hand on her shoulder. He could tell his daughter was genuinely shocked considering the blind girl was ‘staring’ blankly forward even as he walked away from the window he stood at. “It’s not like I’m going to vanish off to some beach to retire. I’ll be here to help you, consider me your most loyal advisor, but it’s time for you to take the seat you’ve been chosen for.”

“It’s just...” Alice finally spoke, stumbling for her words a bit. “I had no idea you were even considering… Are you sick or something?”

“No no, nothing so dramatic.” Ryan smiled simply before taking a more serious tone. “My time is coming to an end, not out of any grand doom or destruction looming over my head, but simply because… I’m an old man, Alice. I’m old and in many ways I’m tired. Losing your aunt and uncle so young... this seat has never felt comfortable for me, it wasn’t meant for me. I like to think I’ve done well in it but I can’t be sure how long I’ll do well. Isn’t it better to go out while ahead and all?” He smiled, it was a slightly weak smile, though.

He was ashamed in some ways. He knew he was forcing a burden on his daughter unexpectedly, and he wasn’t proud that it was because he was no longer secure in his own morals, but she needed a strong and supportive father right now. “Alice.” he continued, putting his hands on her shoulders. “You are one of the best hunters I’ve seen in action, both in the field and in study. You and Francis both have risen to every task set for you, and I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t positive House Roche would be in the best hands.”

Alice did believe him, as shocking as it was she knew it wasn’t a choice her father would make randomly. He told her not to tell anyone just yet, he wanted to make the announcement more formally soon, but the thought was left rattling in her mind as she walked out of his, soon to be her,office.

Some years ago

The first time she thought about it was years ago, on her very first job for the family proper. It was a simple one, a perfect ‘get your feet wet’ thing for the young hunter and her nagual companion.

A changeling community reported on a problem with hobgoblins from the Hedge having ‘hunts’ in the area. Normally most hunters let these communities handle their own problems, but hobgoblins were chaotic beings, and tended to the sadistic side. It was likely their attempt to recapture changelings could spill into them trying to nab ‘fresh’ victims for their fae masters.

“You girls know the plan.” Harlow smiled. It was a bit of a funny sight to some, technically at seventeen he was indeed older than the pair but the already rather baby faced man hardly looked like ‘authority’ despite his uniform and weapon. Really, considering Nessa was in her suit and Alice was wearing a simple green sweater and khaki slacks, this looked like some VIP’s child on a family outing more than anything, though that was in some ways part of the cover.

The locals were on edge already, the small French town didn’t see much chaos to begin with so having the troubles of wild hedge dwellers made people nervous. It was best if, to most of them, this just seemed like some rich girl on a holiday outside of Paris than anything too noticeable.

“Recon says there’s a lot of them, but only one leader.” Harlow continued, handing Nessa the file. “Big guy, redcap, calls himself Gutbiter.”

“Charming, family name?” Nessa smirked, making Alice giggle lightly.

“Yea.” Harlow grinned back at her, showing those sharp fangs off as he did. “I hear he got it from his mom, wanna know how?”

“Point made.” Nessa chuckled, looking through the file. “Standard redcap bullshit though?”

“Yea, big, mean, sadistic bastard but not too tough in a one to one fight, at least not compared to you two. Don’t let him rattle you and for god’s sake don’t let him bite you. Recon says they watched him eat a car. Not ‘take a bite out’, straight up ate the car whole. Like a snake.”

“I kinda want to see what else he can eat...” Alice teased as Nessa chuckled again. “Think he could eat a whole train?”

“Well I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.” Harlow winked, the car coming to a stop in the town square. “Reconvene at sundown if you haven’t found him, once you take Gutbiter down his minions will scatter so hopefully this goes nice and quick and you girls get your first W as proper Roche hunters.” He grinned, unlocking the door and nodding to Nessa. “You’re on point for security now, no backup.”

Nessa nodded, a more serious look on her face. “Don’t need any, we got this.”

“Yea.” Alice smirked as she climbed out. “What, think there’s something about me that makes me more in danger or something?” She winked behind her glasses as she dramatically extended her cane with a flick of her wrist.

“More like dad will kill me if I send his little angel into a situation unprepared.” Harlow teased before nodding. “Seriously though, sis, good luck. You got this.”

The town was a rather nice one, both girls could understand why the local changelings used it as a haven. The buildings were small, but cozy, nothing really over three stories, like something out of a picture book. Alice smiled as she felt the warm breeze on her skin, lightly scented by the wildflowers that grew freely around the town. “Well, let’s give these people their peaceful country lives back, hm?” She grinned as Nessa nodded.

“Reports say Gutbiter’s holed up down this way, he’s using an old barn as his base. No security, redcaps love a fight so I imagine he sees guards as ‘ruining the fun.’” Nessa chuckled as she tucked the file into her jacket.

“Awesome, we’ll be out by dinner then. I smell a bakery so you can buy me something nice as a treat.” Alice grinned, playfully poking her companion with the cane before making their way to the barn.

The recon was right, as usual. The Roche family long ago realized the value in a carefully scouted hunt, and Harlow’s currently short time as head of logistics led to an even increased focus on it. The young man, despite his personality, took his job deathly seriously, and under him nearly every hunt was accompanied by a detailed scouting report and a neatly compiled dossier sourced from the massive Roche archives on any possible threats.

Some more traditional sorts may say such recon was overkill, or even ‘unsporting’, but at the end of the day in a job such as hunting all that matters is results, and the aid of recon and other intel led to much better results.

For example, thanks to that research, Alice wasn’t caught off guard when Gutbiter’s jaw distended and he tried to swallow her arm in one bite. In a flash the redcap was screaming, falling back and holding his jaw as he nursed a still smoldering hole at the base of his lower jaw.

In the ancient days, when the age of gods and myth was still across the world, the gods of Olympus enslaved the mighty cyclops race to forge them and their champions weapons of conquest and victory. Though long freed from such indignity, the great giants still have yet to fully recover from such devastation and cruelty. Because of that long generational memory they made a sacred vow that never would they make weapons of destruction for anyone but themselves and their closest kin.

It was likely due to that vow that even their fellow warlike sorts have never seen a true cyclopian weapon in person, and why even one of the more cunning ones like Gutbiter would assume that the cane wielded by one lone hunter must be just a functional tool rather than anything for her work. It wasn’t until the cane propped his jaws open and began to burn through his flesh that he realized that this wasn’t just a blind woman’s tool.

The cane itself remained in Alice’s free hand, a sturdy, polished metallic sheath that remained weighted at the tip to serve as a functional cane for her needs, while also staying strong enough to work as an offhand weapon to harass her opponent with.

The real weapon was in her main hand, though, ripped free of Gutbiter’s mouth roaring with rage. Shiny, polished cold iron she flicked clean of the redcap’s blood.

Both edges of the blade were kept razor sharp, keeping its keen edge even in the most dire circumstances. One side was the same cold iron that tore through Gutbiter’s jaw, the other was a shimmering silvered edge for the creatures vulnerable to that metal. A combined blade of two near sacred metals to hunters, woven expertly in the forge of an ancient volcano by hands who once forged the bolts of Zeus and the spear of Ares themselves.

“You think you’re the first fae creature my clan has faced, Gutbiter?” Alice grinned as she lowered her stance, an iron edge aimed at the redcap. Outside Nessa’s green flames were holding his allies back, drawn to the sound of fighting and chaos, the woman cackling as she watched one of the hobgoblins seemingly made of an animated scarecrow catch alight and run through the field in a panic.

The Arcadian Blades, twin relics of the Roche clan. Thin, graceful, weapons made of woven iron and silver, both temperamental metals keeping their magical properties thanks to the expert smiths that made them.

They became the perfect symbols of the Roches, weapons that could only come from a true and genuine bond with the supernatural world, concealed in staves and canes to allow their blind wielders to pass through their hunting grounds as one of the many unseen sorts that society tries to ignore. It was no wonder they became the symbols of leadership to the Roche family, the weight of every user before them seemed to add strength to each new holder’s strikes.

Gutbiter was a powerful redcap, but he was no match for a trained Roche with a weapon literally designed to kill his kind. “Hoi, hobs!” Alice called from inside the barn before the head of Gutbiter came flying out, sailing through Nessa’s flames to land at the feet of the group. “I see any of you around this town again and you’ll be joining him!” she smirked, the choice in words obviously a joke, but their leader’s still smoldering neck made it clear the threat was real regardless.

As predicted they scattered, hedge gates opening as they frantically ran back to the relative safety of their domains, only to be replaced by grateful changelings coming out of their hiding spots, equally drawn to the site of the fight out of morbid curiosity if their torment would finally be over.

“Not a bad first job huh?” Alice grinned, her cane reassembled and resting lazily on her shoulder as she put her free arm around Nessa’s waist. “What do you know, we make a good team huh? Think you’ll want to do mo-...”

She was cut off with a soft squeak as a pair of arms wrapped around her, small, delicate, limbs that felt like cool polished wood. “Thank you!” called out a small feminine voice.

Hugging around Alice’s waist was a youthful looking girl who’s body seemed to be made of shiny white wood, carved with joints like an artist’s modeling doll. She looked up at the pair with bright, glassy, eyes wet with tears. “We thought we would all be caught again…” She continued before burying her face in Alice’s side, the hunter laughing a bit nervously as she patted the doll-like girl's soft hair.

“Shhh, it’s okay, he’s gone now, and his little friends are a bunch of cowards, None of them are gonna bother you now that they can’t hide beh-”

Again she was cut off, not by gratitude this time, but by a cry of rage from the roof of the barn.

“FOR GUTRIPPER!”

A harsh, hate filled, voice shouted before Alice felt a blade sink into her side just between her ribs! She let out a ragged breath, sputtering blood as the girl hugging her shrieked in horror!

She couldn’t tell what else was happening, her normally strong senses dulled by the rapid loss of blood…

She heard shouting, then a loud gunshot, and for a brief moment what sounded like Harlow’s voice shouting ‘get her out of here’ before everything went cold.

Much later...

Two weeks. Two weeks of fear, of uncertainty, of sleepless nights as Ryan and Nessa both refused to leave Alice’s bedside for different reasons that stemmed from the same level of love.

The changelings worked quickly to get Alice to their freehold, a small pocket dimension hidden between the gaps of the Hedge where they could draw on their fae powers without being at risk of being found by their former captors. It was the least they could do after she was wounded while protecting them, after all.

Harlow’s sniper rifle turned most of the one brave hobgoblin that stuck around into a faint mist and Nessa, screaming in rage as loud as the fae’s, burnt the rest of it to ash... but none of that could undo the damage.

A black blade, one forged of a fae’s hate and cruelty, a blade made of a poison deadlier than most any found on the mortal realm, that was what it drove into Alice’s back. If not for the fact that the fae opened their freehold to them, and Alice could be surrounded by their power directly, she’d surely have died before they could get her back to Paris.

“I don’t care what they’re saying about scheduled interviews, tell the stupid fashion rag that Miss Roche is busy with… I don’t know, charity work. She’s giving homes to sad puppies or something! Fucking figure it out before I come back there and carve an excuse on your back to send in!” Harlow growled into the phone, sitting down by Alice’s bed with an exhausted sigh.

“Come on kid, wake up...” he said in a much softer, sadder, voice as his hand touched Alice’s cold, still, hand. “Dad’s losing his shit, Nessa’s beside herself… I’m going screw loose too… You can’t go out on us after just one job… One job I set up…” He chuckled sadly, reaching under his glasses to rub his dampened eyes. “I’m sorry, I should have taken that thing out but… I was hoping you would. I didn’t know it’d be able to pull that trick with the knife… I should have though. I promise I won’t ever slip like that again, just get up.”

Nessa rested a gloved hand on his shoulder at that, the young woman no longer in her suit, having been given a bathrobe and simple pajamas to wear around the freehold for more comfort. Not that she slept much, Nessa spent most nights curled up next to Alice staring at her for any sign of awakening.

“Ryan says if she’s not dead yet that’s a good sign that the glamour here stopped the poison… but she should be awake by now too. I don’t know what’s going on, we’re surrounded by fairy bullshit right now… No offense.” she added, throwing a look to the small doll girl that looked just as worried as the rest of them. “Who knows what it’s doing to her…”

Somewhere...

Darkness.

It was a familiar sight for Alice. It was in fact all she saw, forever.

Since the day she was born, just as their fae patron promised before she even opened her eyes the first time she was blind. Born in darkness, the eyeless Roche, a child of the supernatural almost as much as the mundane. Now she was struck down by a fae blade, kept alive by fae magics, trapped in her own mind.

“Weak...” a voice seemed to echo around her, breaching the serene darkness that made up her life.

“Pathetic...” it continued.

“Your first job and you fail, stabbed in the back while you were gloating like an oaf. What do you think you are, an action movie star? A comic hero? You’re barely a woman, barely a hunter… barely a Roche!”

The voice was cruel, cold, a woman’s voice that sounded twisted by hate.

“I am a Roche.” Alice responded, her physical form impassive as before as her mind lashed out. “I’m a damn eyeless, I was born for this.”

“Born yes, deserving no.” The voice responded. “A spoiled, pampered, princess, born with a gift she wastes. You spend more time doing magazine interviews and parties than hunting.”

“We have to maintain both sides of the family!” Alice responded angrily. “I don’t ENJOY those events, but I’m supposed to play the young socialite heiress while father’s businesses grow. We need a strong profile to fight guys like Cheron in the mundane world just as much as we do in the supernatural.”

“Listen to you, you sound like a damn brat.” The voice responded without caring. “You need business deals, you need interviews, you need all this? You only need your senses and your blade! Don’t lie to me, girl. You love that garbage. You love being the center of attention even when your father is in the room… You know you should be in charge of things.”

“That’s a lie and you know it! Dad’s a great leader, he’s doing great things for the family!” Alice shot back defensively, a nerve hit.

“Oh I’m aware, he does great things in a chair he got by accident, making our family into a bunch of socialites and businessmen while spoiling our heir so she’s so untrained she got assassinated by a damn brownie…”

“He’s not why this happened! It’s my fault! It’s all me! I should have secured the area, I should have Nessa sweep the barn, I shouldn’t have gone out to brag before I made sure everything was done! Dad had nothing to do with my failures, they’re mine alone!”

It was quiet for a good while before a soft laugh followed. Not a spiteful one, one that sounded almost proud.

“Good girl...” the woman’s voice continued, calmer, quieter now, no longer dripping with venom. “That’s right, they are yours, and now your life is yours. Are you going to just lie here and rot away while your family, your little lover, watches?”

“No! I want to live, I want to fight again, I want to show them I can do better!”

“You want to go to another party?”

“I don’t give a shit about parties!” Alice shouted in her own mind. “If that’s what it takes to come back fine, screw it, I’ll never go out again, I’ll spend my life holed up in the garden training so I never fuck up like this again! I’ll be the best warrior the Roche clan ever made, just let me go back!”

The laugh came again, and for a moment the darkness wasn’t so dark. A light seemed to shimmer, soft and blue, only for a second. “Well, let’s not go crazy. You are right. As much as I may disagree at times, the Roche family is more than a hunter clan these days, we need to be strong on all fronts… and you do look nice as an ‘inspiring blind girl’ story I suppose.”

“Who are you?” Alice asked, more quiet than before.

“Yea, it can be hard to see, even in our own minds huh? We’re born in the dark after all, it’s more comfortable to us than the light, even within our own head.” The shimmer came again, for just a glimpse Alice could see a face, a young woman’s face, one that… looked a lot like hers in fact. “Surely you at least can recognize the woman who used that sword of yours before you, though?”

Alice did recognize her. She felt that face many times. She felt over every bust in the Roche family tomb, every fallen Roche memorialized in marble. She learned all their faces without even seeing them, drawing strength from the legacy of her ancestors as part of her training, learning all their names and how they fell.

“Aunt Josephine… killed by a vengeful spirit…” She whispered, the aunt she never knew, one of the two who fell and left her father in charge, and the last Roche to hold her blade.

“Tell him to stop beating himself up. We went down fighting, a fate every Roche should strive for. He’s doing well… and he made a damn fine heiress when she stops getting in her own way. Now get up, kid, our family’s waiting for you.”

Alice did wake up after that, gasping as if rising out of a deep pool as her body jerked up, nearly throwing Nessa off her vigil at the side of her bed.

Until then the concept of being ‘the heir’ was always an idea more than anything. She knew it was true, she knew the reality of it of course, but her father seemed like such an unstoppable figure when she grew up she never really thought of having to take over for him. Now she could feel the weight of it, she knew what was at stake if she got sloppy.

She did take her training more seriously after that, drilling with her sword and studying the archives more.

She still did her parties, though. She was expected at them, the young heiress to the Roche family expected to show up and put on the show expected of her.

Even in those fields, though, she took a different view, using them to find informants and sources of rumors. Volunteering at homeless shelters was good press, and listening to the stories about ‘monsters’ in the dark alleyways that most wrote off as crazy murmurs helped her point Harlow in the direction of where to investigate.

Children’s charities always made lovely photo-ops, and children are so much more perceptive of the other world than their adults. Even the animal shelters and such, with the occasional reports of ‘giant dogs’ or ‘strange noises in the sewers’ coming in to point to the more beastly threats.

Now, standing outside her father’s door, she couldn’t help but run a finger over the scar that remained on her side. The changelings offered to hide it but she didn’t let them.

She wanted the reminder, a tangible one she could feel. Every time she felt like she was slipping in her duty she could run her hand over that scar and remember what it almost cost her. She had a feeling she’d be touching that scar a lot these coming days.

#fiction #modern fantasy #supernatural adventures #lgbtq

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ashleyinwondrland · 2 years

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Going back an episode and watching Born This Way

Santana is such a bitch but I still love her. Also her first vest and hat combo is fucking iconic! “I gotta gay, I mean go I gotta gay” honey you are so bad at being in closet.

The way Will thinks he has the capacity to handle everyone’s problems…maybe he is the reason teacher’s need a masters in education. This just makes me think of when he said

The big deal about junior prom queen and king, when I remember in high school it basically as determined by who won homecoming. Tho senior year our prom Queen was a heavier girl, who was the sweetest and also one of the best singers! Like she deserved it!

YASSSSS my favorite song! Pretty/Unpretty is so amazing! It was a crime that Quinn and Rachel didn’t have another duet! There were like a billion opportunities! I love this song so much.

Honestly I would recap every episode just to go into missed opportunities, #1 Quinn in her ‘stank’ phase not having a punk song like Cherry Bomb by Runaways, I really believe Dianna could’ve killed it.

All the prom posters are horrible which is actually super realistic.

“The only straight I am is a straight up bitch” ICON!!

The lockers shot with Quinn and Finn was interesting, though we never see anything like that again.

Any chance for Mike Chang to have a spotlight is good with me.

Finn, just break up with Quinn! You are in love with Rachel and she is with you, just pull the bandaid off!!

This whole zero tolerance shit, I get Karofsky is badly with his own gayness, but they just aren’t handling this shit well. It reminds me of Degrassi, thankfully it ended a lot better. Kurt was great for never outing him though. I wish they had handled Karofsky better, like this show dealt with every issue they could find but never handled it well!

Now I want to cry tho with Burt telling Finn “keep an eye on your brother” then Finn saying “I’m one step ahead of you” they really became a family and I love that. It was such a growth and it made me so happy!

Super don’t care about the warblers! Shouldn’t you be at your own school?? It’s a school day and the bell literally just rang! Where did that piano come from?? And the violinists?

I hate the Lucy Caboose stuff! Like her issues couldn’t be more no out of no where, knowing that Sue caused an eating disorder for the Cheerios and idk the whole teen pregnancy stuff!? Dianna did well with it though, why isn’t she in more things? I know she is in a lot of indie movies but give me more! Also her running hallway scene is amazing, it’s always amazing when these ladies go through the hallway, it’s practically a runway!

“Is Barbara here?” “No it’s a mall in Ohio”

Yea Barbara is 1 in a million, and you would’ve been too if you weren’t a fuxking bitch.

Brittany is smart enough to make that ironic shirt but then makes the Lebanese shirt for Santana. Also saying “clearly you don’t love yourself as mch as I love you” isn’t a healthy thing for when someone is in the closet. Not that someone is wrong for not wanting to be in closet for someone else’s sake. It’s a complex thing but again Murphy & the others don’t handle it well. What was the short hand for the show runners? We used to have one

Remember when Dianna wore the Likes Girls shirt at the Glee concert tour for Born this Way and everyone including myself lost their collective shit? And then she was absent for a couple shows after? Which is super suspicious…

#glee #glee 2x18 #glee born this way #quinn fabray #rachel berry #kurt hummel #santana lopez #finn hudson #dianna agron

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hopefulobjectmiracle · 3 years

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wearing the smile you gave me

This fic was prompted by a sweet anon, and I decided to dedicate it to my dear friend @randomcanbian because I love her. I know the next few days will be hard for you, and I hope this makes your week a little less difficult 💕

Pairing: Brittany S. Pierce/Santana Lopez

Prompt: “My shirt is way too big on you...but it’s cute”

Words: ~2.3k

Additional Info: Fluff, Canon Compliant, Married!Brittana, Future Fic.

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Brittany wakes to the soft sound of snoring. The clock next to her bed reads 6:04 AM, but it’s still dark outside.

She rolls over in her bed and breathes a sigh of relief. Santana had gotten home last night, safe and sound. Not that she wouldn’t have, but New York is a dangerous city; one that the two of them hadn’t spent much time in together prior to their wedding. And so Brittany couldn’t help but worry about her anyway.

It’s been four months since the wedding, and married life has been treating them well. They've settled into their new apartment fairly seamlessly, and have been taking classes at Columbia together just like they always planned. Santana would never admit this to Mr. Schuester, but his ‘hunch’ from way back when had turned out to be right - she really did want to go into law in order to make a difference in the world. Preparing for law is difficult, but Santana is loving that she gets to have such an important goal. Brittany is taking classes part-time in the math department, spending most of her time training at the Paul Taylor Dance Company.

It’s not easy, though. Santana often works late nights at the diner to earn extra money - late nights that keep Brittany up worrying about her. Occasionally, like yesterday, their schedules don’t overlap and they aren’t able to spend time alone together. There are bills to pay, classes to attend, and responsibilities that neither one would have ever dreamed of as a teenager. And yet - it’s perfect, because it’s the two of them. Brittany thinks that her teenage self would be damn proud of where they are today.

Now, Santana lies next to Brittany, her dark hair fanned out across her face and her features lax with sleep. Brittany smiles as she traces a finger across Santana’s cheek. This is her Santana, hers alone; the soft, sweet girl that no one but her ever gets to see. And Brittany gets to spend the rest of her life with her. She gets to wake up every morning to that beautiful face, spend her entire day loving this incredible woman, and go to sleep every night knowing that Santana will be right next to her.

Forever.

This thought alone sparks Brittany’s every nerve, and is enough to send Brittany stumbling out of bed, deciding that she isn’t going to be able to fall asleep again before sunrise. Four months in, and it’s finally hit her on this dark, cold morning - this is it. This is forever with the girl she loves.

She quickly smoothes the blankets over Santana, presses a soft kiss to her forehead, and all but sprints to the kitchen of their tiny condo. Lord Tubbington, whom Brittany hadn’t even realized was awake, uses this as an opportunity to climb onto their dining table, attempting to make himself at home in their fruit bowl.

“Quiet, you!” Brittany whispers. “Don’t be an asshole, Santana needs her rest.” Lord Tubbington hisses at her, and Brittany sighs and picks him up, depositing him on the kitchen counter. He mewls in protest, and she jabs her finger at him. “Behave. My wife needs sleep, and I will not have you and your gang ruining it.” She sneaks a glance back into the bedroom. Santana is thankfully still asleep, and Brittany breathes out another sigh of relief. She turns back to Lord Tubbington and says, “I’m keeping an eye on you, mister.”

Brittany leans forward and opens a couple of cupboards mindlessly, unsure of what to make for her wife’s breakfast. It’s a rare free Saturday morning, and she is not going to let it go to waste when she can do something special instead. She sifts through the ingredients they have in their fridge, making a mental note to stock up on bagels. Brittany sighs. She wishes that NYC had at least one Breadstix - she isn’t really the best cook, and Santana only deserves the best.

Still, Brittany thinks Santana will appreciate anything Brittany makes for her, because she knows that what really matters to Santana is that Brittany loves her enough to make an effort. Even if that effort results in burnt lasagna. Which is an event that Santana has sworn to never bring up again.

Brittany shakes that thought away. Santana’s had a hard week, and Brittany needs to do everything in her power to make it better. She spins around the kitchen again and grabs the recipe book they keep on the counter. She flips through it, landing on a page with a list of Italian recipes. She scans the pasta section, hoping to find something easy enough to make. Raviolis, farfalle, fusilli...

Fettuccine Alfredo. Bingo.

Brittany thinks back to her wedding, when Kurt and Blaine burst out laughing when that dish was served for dinner. Apparently, when Sue had locked them in that elevator - a scheme that Brittany had no involvement in, thank you very much - Sue had slipped them a basket of Breadstix food, including a recipe for the pasta. A couple of weeks ago during a drunken night out, Kurt had been so gracious as to share it with Brittany, and ever since then, she’s had it in her back pocket; an ace up her sleeve that she had forgotten about until now. It’s Santana’s favorite, and Kurt’s recipe is simple enough that even Brittany can’t screw it up.

Brittany takes out her phone and scrolls through her pictures until she finds the recipe. She sets the phone on the counter and gets to work, pulling out the noodles, parmesan cheese, garlic, butter, and cream. She turns the stove on, placing a pot of water on the burner. As she’s boiling the water, Lord Tubbington climbs up next to her, knocking her phone off in the process.

“Damn it, I told you to stay away,” Brittany snaps, making a shooing motion at Lord Tubbington. She crouches down and looks at her phone, checking to make sure that no damage has been done.

On the screen is now a photo of the night Santana came to visit Brittany at the dance studio, complete with a big bouquet of flowers. That had been one of the most magical days of her training at the studio, and Santana being there had only made the night better. Brittany picks up her phone and beams. Not for the first time tonight, Brittany is made aware of how lucky she is to be able to have this life with Santana. She places the phone onto the counter again and begins grating the cheese.

Hours later, Brittany is stirring the alfredo sauce on the pan, contemplating the possibility of a four-dimensional cube within the macroscopic universe, when Santana comes padding into the kitchen. “Hey,” Santana says, startling Brittany out of her reverie.

“Hi!”

“Mmmm...that smells so good,” Santana says, stroking Brittany’s arm and inhaling the scents of garlic and cream with a sleepy grin on her face. “What’re you making?”

“It’s a surprise,” Brittany sing-songs. “And good morning, honey,” she says, giving Santana a kiss on the cheek. Santana yawns and rubs her eyes, her hair sticking in every direction. It’s the most gorgeous thing Brittany has ever seen, and - oh.

This is new.

Santana is wearing Brittany’s MIT shirt. The oversized one that Brittany used to throw on daily when she was at the school. The one that was her only source of comfort so far away from home; the one that she put away after reuniting with Santana because she simply didn’t need it anymore.

Now, it somehow looks even better on the person that is Brittany’s forever home. The shirt hangs loose on Santana’s diminutive frame. She’s not wearing anything under it, and that makes her look even more appealing than Brittany had ever thought a T-shirt would look on any one person.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” Brittany says wonderingly.

“Yeah, babe, is that okay?”

“Okay? I...” Brittany is at a loss for words. She slides her hands down Santana’s lovely arms and yanks her in for a kiss. She cups Santana’s face, holding her close and keeping their foreheads pressed together after they break the kiss.

“I’m going to take that a yes,” Santana says, grinning as she pulls back.

“You look incredible,” Brittany breathes. “You have no idea how much I-”

A loud noise goes off right then, making both girls jump. Brittany hurries back to her saucepan, pouring its contents into a bowl.

“What exactly is that?” Santana says, peering over Brittany’s shoulder. Brittany spins around and covers Santana’s eyes.

“No, Santana! It’s supposed to be a surprise,” Brittany says, steering Santana away from the stove.

“I want to help you,” Santana says, attempting to push past her back into the kitchen. “You don’t have to do this all by you- ”

“No can do, honey,” Brittany says, sweeping her hands down Santana’s back and hoisting her up from underneath.

“Britt - ah - what!” Santana yells as Brittany picks her up. She struggles to get out of Brittany’s arms. “Put me down!”

“Sorry,” Brittany says, adjusting Santana in her arms. She walks over to the bedroom and deposits Santana onto the bed, sending her tumbling into the mattress. “You stay here until the food is ready.”

Santana faux-glares at her from where she’s sprawled on the bed, and then sighs in defeat. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Brittany leans in and kisses Santana’s forehead. “Stay here.”

Brittany races back to the kitchen, pouring the sauce over her noodles and sprinkling the remaining cheese over them. She takes out the orange juice from the fridge, removes the muffins from the microwave, and neatly arranges everything onto a tray. She carries the tray to the bedroom, careful not to trip over Lord Tubbington’s now-sleeping form.

Santana’s face lights up when she sees Brittany, and she gasps in awe as she takes in the breakfast Brittany made. Santana ducks her head, bashful and so, so cute. “Britt,” she says, smiling softly. “You made all of this for me?”

“Only the best for you, babe.”

“How did you do it? I thought...” Santana trails off. “You’ve always said that you can’t cook. But you made my favorite meal for me.”

“A chef never reveals her secrets,” Brittany says, winking at her. She makes a mental note to thank Kurt at their next night out.

“Oh, yeah?” Santana teases. She leans in closer. “And what else does this mysterious chef do?”

“Right now, she just wants her wife to eat her breakfast,” Brittany says.

Santana rolls her eyes. “Okay, okay. But you need to come eat with me.” She sets aside the tray and draws back the covers, gesturing for Brittany to join her in the bed. Brittany crawls in and tucks herself against Santana, pulling the blankets back over them. Santana sets the tray on their knees and hands her a fork. The two of them sit in companionable silence for a couple of minutes, taking turns feeding each other small bites of the food; just relishing in each other’s company.

“You know what?” Brittany says suddenly.

Santana swallows down a bite of pasta. “Hmm?”

“This shirt that you’re wearing…” Brittany reaches out and gently fingers the fabric. “This is what I used to wear when I was away. I don’t know why, but it would always make me feel safe. It helped me when I was isolated from you and all of our friends. It made me feel less alone.”

Santana nods her head in understanding. “So, how come you don’t wear it anymore? It’s pretty badass, and I bet you looked so cute in it. It’d be perfect for late nights when I’m at the diner.”

Brittany shrugs. “I don’t need it now. I have you to make me feel safe. Even when you’re not here physically, I have the knowledge that you’re my wife,” she says, showing off her wedding ring. “You believed in me when no one else did, you supported me through everything that happened before MIT, and you even managed to figure out that I wasn’t happy and got me the hell out of there. Why would I need some old shirt when I have you, my darling wife, to keep me safe?”

Santana grabs Brittany’s hand and kisses it. “You make me feel safe too, Britt,” she says earnestly. “Life is so, so hard sometimes, and you make me feel like it’s okay to just be myself in a world that doesn’t always like me.” She looks down and presses her lips together. “Growing up, I never thought I would have that. I always thought I’d marry a man, and he’d sit around judging me on everything I did.”

Brittany winces, remembering how heartbroken Santana was for most of their high school years and how long she’d had to struggle with her feelings. She remembers too, how her own heart broke every time Santana recited a hypothetical future with some nameless man, knowing that it would never make her truly happy.

“I never thought I’d be able to feel so free and so loved,” Santana continues. She cups Brittany’s cheek. “But here you are,” she says, grinning helplessly.

“Here I am,” Brittany agrees, bringing their lips together in a soft, slow kiss. Brittany tries to pour all the love in her heart into that kiss, hoping that through the kiss, Santana will feel even a fraction of the infinite love Brittany holds for her.

“And I’m going to stay with you, Santana. I’m going to love you and make you feel like this for the rest of your life.”

“I’m going to do the same for you, Britt.”

As they lie together, talking, kissing, loving one another, their stomachs so full, their bodies so comfortable, and their hearts so happy, Brittany thinks once again that this is really it for them.

This is forever, and Brittany wouldn’t have it any other way.

#glee #brittana #brittana fic #brittana fanfiction #brittana fanfic #glee fanfiction #brittany x santana #santana x brittany #naya rivera #heather morris #evelyn writes fic #anon i hope you like it too!!

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chocoholicannanymous · 3 years

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Gonna Come True (Glee)

AN: This is a follow-up to There's a Miracle Due which was written for the Glee Twistfest, “What if Mercedes & Kurt got Maria & Tony?” back in 2014 (yikes). I had the storyline for this already back then (hello, all of three lines in a document), it's just taken me until now to actually write it.

For @krummavisur who wanted it.

Thanks to @elledelajoie for looking it over .

The title is taken from “Something Coming”, West Side Story.

Oh, and I am not trying to follow any kind of canon time-line. Just, go with it.

Gonna Come True

Kurt throws himself into preparing for West Side Story with an energy that makes Mercedes envious. She understands though – he doesn't feel like he got the role honestly, which is bullshit, but. He still thinks he needs to prove himself. In her eyes he did so during his audition, and it's everyone else who needs to prove themselves to him, but he doesn't see it that way. Years of Lima bullshit stops him from seeing it.

He doesn't drop out of the race for senior class president though, not even when he's complaining about balancing that with Tony and school and Blaine. She asks him why and gets an answer she should have expected.

“At first this was about getting at least something on my resume. But that's not it any longer. I'm running as a reminder that bullying is a problem at this school, and that something needs to be done. If I win – and I don't expect to, not here – then I have a shot at making the administration do something. If I lose I still raise awareness. Every time I speak about my agenda I force the people listening to remember that bullying is an issue, that bullying kills, and that it is not okay.

“That's worth losing a little sleep.”

Mercedes's heart swells at hearing her boo speak so passionately about it, and it breaks as she hears an angry Santana tell Brittany that she should run against Kurt.

Kurt who is currently pulling down unicorn posters around the school while pushing back tears.

She waits until Brittany walks away before cornering Santana.

“We need to talk. What you just told Brit? That's a shit thing to do.”

Santana starts to argue, all fire, and under other circumstances Mercedes would admire her willingness to go to bat for her girl, but not now.

“No. Don't you dare. Do you know why Kurt is so upset over those posters? It's because to him they represent everything that he's been bullied over. And that? Has a lot to do with you. You have been sitting in the choir room for two years, mocking him for what he likes and for who he is.

“So here we are. Him running on an anti-bullying platform, and your girlfriend plastering the school with posters reminding him of exactly that bullying. Do I really need to explain to you why it is that when Kurt looks at those posters he doesn't see Brit's intentions, her meaning – he sees your bullying.”

Mercedes sees her words are hitting home, even if Santana is putting up a good front.

“Oh, and Santana? When you mock Kurt for being gay it makes you a hypocrite. But when you mock him for being 'girly'? It's even worse. Because when you say that there's something wrong with being like a girl, you're implying that there's something wrong with being a girl. And I'm not okay with that.

“Now, you are going to go back to Brit and tell her exactly what happened here, and you're going to make sure that she forgets all about running against him. He's had enough of his so-called friends doing that, I'd think.

“I'm not saying this – any of this – to be mean. I'm trying to be a good friend, to Kurt and to you. But make no mistake. You ruin this for Kurt? I'll ruin you.”

Mercedes might not be popular like a cheerleader, but she's got friends and she's got contacts outside of school. Her threat's not an empty one, and Santana knows it.

Her phone's ringing. There's something hitting her window, and her phone's ringing. At half past eleven on a school night.

Whoever it is, Mercedes is going to cut them.

Except it's Kurt, and he's not looking right.

As she lets him in through the back-door Mercedes notices the wrinkled clothes and the mussed hair that doesn't fit with a night of dancing. More making out, but Kurt doesn't have that well-kissed look. Plus, he's pale and shaky.

Something's wrong.

It takes her a long time to coax the story out of him, about Blaine trying to rape him. Except when she says that Kurt denies it, vehemently.

“Are you serious right now? Are you defending him? No! Okay? No. Hell no even.

“Look, if I showed up at your place and told you Shane had pulled me into the backseat of a car, had tried to get my clothes off and wouldn't stop touching me even though I said no, what would you tell me? Would you tell me it was okay because we're dating? That he's allowed to do that because I'm in love with him and he treats me good the rest of the time? Would you tell me to suck it up and forgive him?

“Would you explain away that and tell me that if he won't respect my 'no' the solution is to say 'yes' instead?”

Kurt's even paler now, his eyes blown and unfocused. He doesn't say anything though. Instead he just whimpers and rushes out to the bathroom.

When he comes back he's regained some color. He still looks like shit though. Mercedes pulls out some comfortable clothes that were bought for her brother, but got conscripted as backup for unplanned Kurt-visits, and leaves him to change while she gets them some chamomile tea.

Later, as the lights are out and they're curled up together, trying to get what rest they can Kurt whispers: “I'm going to have to break up with him, aren't I?”

She holds him as he cries himself to sleep.

The next day Kurt pretends like nothing's happened. He doesn't want to rock the boat before the West Side Story premiere, he says, or deal with the bitchfit Rachel would throw. “I'll do it after the final performance on Sunday” he promises, and Mercedes doesn't have it in her to push him. Not with the memory of his tears so fresh.

Dress rehearsal that night goes well, right up to the point where Artie comes to talk to them after. They need more fire, more passion, he claims and then proceeds to tell them that they should hurry up and have sex before their first show so they can portray lovers more believably. Oh, he doesn't put it quite like that, but it's pretty obvious that's what he means.

Mercedes is stunned at first, and then furious. She's surprised that Kurt's not ripping into him, with everything, and oh. Hell no.

“Are you telling me to have sex to improve the show you're directing? Really? How about you get some classes or something, to improve your part? You know, instead of sexually harassing me.”

Artie sputters out what's probably meant as a denial, but she just talks right over him.

“If you as much as breathe about this again, to anyone, I will report you. And then my mama will go have a talk with your parents about how they've failed at raising you to be a decent human being.

“Do you get me?”

He nods quickly, mumbles something and makes a hasty retreat. Just as he goes out the door Kurt's voice rings out, cold.

“And to think I remember a boy who grieved that his first time wasn't romantic enough. I wonder what he would think of you now.”

Artie doesn't say anything, or slow down, but he slumps a little in his chair as the barb hits home. Mercedes shifts her attention to Kurt and sees pale skin, rigid posture and shaky hands. He's thinking the same thing she is.

“Boo...”

“No, 'Cedes, please. Let's not speculate about whether or not he had that speech with the others first. I can't, not now.”

So she lets it go. For now.

Mercedes is on stage for the opening show Friday night along with Kurt. Not in the spotlight, sure, but still there. She can't help but compare Rachel and Blaine's performance with what she and Kurt can do, and they come up short. Tomorrow night, she thinks. Tomorrow night we're going to show them how it's really done.

She says as much to Kurt as they leave together and he laughs, the first sign of happiness she's heard from him in two days. The laughter dies out soon as he spots a bunch of well-dressed boys waiting outside. She recognizes a few from Kurt's time at Dalton, but not all of them. She'd think it nice of them to come see their friends perform, except judging from Kurt's reaction they're not an entirely welcome sight.

He still greets them politely, smiling that small “company smile” she doesn't like while asking if they remember Mercedes.

“And this,” he says with strained, icy politeness, “is Sebastian Smythe, this year's new transfer to Dalton.”

This then is the reason they're not welcome. Still, she follows Kurt's example and pulls out church manners.

Apparently the boys have been given tickets by Blaine, the tall new boy explains, before trying to needle Kurt.

“So, Officer Krupke? How did that feel, such a...manly role?”

Ouch.

“Oh, you know, it's not about the role, it's what you put into it. And it makes for an interesting contrast to tomorrow and playing Tony. ”

Everyone quiets at that and the mood gets slightly uncomfortable. Trent is about to break the silence, but Sebastian talks right over him.

“Right. Well, we'll have to withhold judgment until after of course, but I'd say you'll have a hard time measuring up to Blaine. And you,” he turns to Mercedes, “are you also playing another role tomorrow? This one's Maria perhaps?”

She nods without explaining, and then listens as the boys stumble over excuses about not knowing exactly who'll be there tomorrow, but “We're sure you'll do great, Kurt!”

Once they're out of sight Kurt sags a little.

“He didn't tell them. He went to Dalton to tell them about the show, and give them tickets, and he didn't tell them I was in it. Didn't tell them I was also playing Tony. They tried to cover it up, but... They were my friends too, and he didn't tell them.”

She loops an arm around his waist and snuggles close.

He deserves so much better.

There's a group of Dalton boys there next evening again, making Kurt smile and Blaine startle. Some are from the evening before, including the sharp Sebastian, some are new. They all applaud enthusiastically, and wait so they can congratulate Kurt on his performance. Mercedes pays extra attention to Sebastian, for some reason, but all he says is “not bad”. It sounds genuine though, and so is Kurt's smile as he nods and thanks the other boy.

Mercedes knows they did better than “not bad”. They were awesome together. She doesn't need to hear it from this reluctant boy though. She's got a better source.

They skip the cast party. Kurt's not eager to be with Blaine, especially since there might be alcohol involved, and Mercedes prefers celebrating with her boyfriend who has been a rock. There's a small sting as Kurt walks away alone, but it slips away as she accepts Shane's flowers and kiss and walks out on his arm.

The next morning Mercedes shows up at the Hummel-Hudson house almost uncomfortably early. She drags a still sleep-tussled Kurt to the dining table and spreads out the Gazette in front of him. It's already open to the right page and she sees exactly when Kurt realizes what she's got.

“You read that, I'll fix breakfast.”

She's brought coffee from home along with juice and fresh croissants from the bakery a block away and a small carton of strawberries. It's a luxury, but it's a well-deserved one. It's the work of no time to put it all out along with cups and plates, and as she does that she hears Kurt's voice rise, reading select paragraphs out loud.

“Rachel Berry's 'Maria' is technically perfect, with the singer hitting every note. Sadly that excellence does not extend to the rest of her performance. Ms Berry fails to provide personality and emotion, and simply put she lacks the ability to bring Maria to life.”

He stops, shakes his head and looks at her.

“Ehm, ouch?”

Yes.

“Blaine Anderson as Tony does not help. Where a better singer and actor could shore up his counterpart Anderson falls flat. 'Flat' is in fact the word that comes to mind most often when seeing and listening to him performing. Anderson fails to hit the notes in several of the songs, and often resorts to what must be described as screaming instead of singing. He lacks the range needed to play Tony, and obviously also the training needed to make up for his shortcomings.

“On the acting side it's equally flat. Anderson's body language and facial expressions are mostly too subtle – or possibly non-existent – to come across from the stage, making it like watching a cardboard cut-out most of the time. On the other hand, when he does come across it's much too exaggerated, making his Tony look like a caricature. (I find myself looking at the playbill to see if this is meant to be a comedic take on this epic show. It's not.)

“Holy shit, 'Cedes!”

Yessssss.

“Finally, the dancing. Here, Anderson does better – most of the time. He clearly favors certain parts of the choreography, and there he does very well. In other parts it is obvious that Anderson lacks either the desire or the ability to perform according to choreography. This shows, as other cast members – including Ms Berry's Maria – often have to adjust their own moves to accommodate Anderson, either because he takes up too much space or because he simply isn't where he is supposed to be.

“Towards the end of the show Anderson also shows a surprising lack of stamina, and almost literally falls flat as he stumbles through some of the steps.

“The rest of the cast...”

Kurt's voice peters off, and he looks at her, stunned. Mercedes only smiles, satisfied.

“You should read on. Really.”

Kurt looks at her with skepticism, but does as she says. She knows exactly when he hits the part she wanted him to see, because he looks up at her, wide-eyed and slightly stunned.

“After this the pair playing Maria and Tony during Saturday's performance – as well as today's matinée – is a pleasant surprise. Mercedes Jones and Kurt Hummel bring our lovers to life in a way that looks more like a professional setup than a high school play. Not only are they both talented singers, but they also manage to communicate the story to the audience and play off each other in a way that lifts the entire show.

“It is noticeable, having seen both sets of performers that like Anderson Jones has some difficulty with the choreography. However the adjustments made to cater to her limitations in no way come off as a lesser version of what Berry performs, and does in fact make her look better than Anderson's attempt at a more complex choreography. Meanwhile Hummel needs no such adjustments and manages to pair vocals with dancing in a truly impressive manner.

“Hummel's vocals could take up an article of its own, and so this reporter will just note that it comes as no surprise that Hummel is pursuing schooling and later a career in performing arts. We are looking forward to seeing him on stage on many more occasions.”

Kurt drops the paper and blinks like an owl.

“Am I dreaming? Did an actual reporter not only attend a West Side Story performance at McKinley to write about it in the Gazette, but they actually went twice?”

“Yeah boo.”

“And they actually wrote that we did better than Rachel and Blaine?”

“Yeah, they did. And they were right, you know. You did so much better than Blaine that he should be embarrassed.”

Kurt blushes a little, then pulls a grimace.

“What?”

“I was just thinking... I've been wondering if breaking up with Blaine over what happened was an overreaction, because...” He meets her eye, and looks away. “Anyway, I'm reading this and instead of being happy for me – for us – I can't help but think that Blaine's going to go ballistic. And that waiting for the show to be over probably wasn't that great of an idea. He's going to expect me to listen to him whine about this.”

Mercedes isn't surprised to hear that Kurt's been considering forgiving his boyfriend. A bit disappointed, sure, but not surprised. He always was more loyal than people deserved. She is surprised that he's being that clear-sighted about Blaine though. That's good. That means he's probably going to follow through.

As if cued Kurt's phone starts buzzing and they both look at the screen. Blaine. Mercedes makes an unhappy face. Kurt... Kurt looks upset and rejects the call before turning the sound off.

“Boo?”

“I am not going to ruin my afterglow by listening to him complain about how no one appreciates him. Not when I'm already going to break up with him. Just, no.

“Instead I'm going to enjoy this lovely breakfast with my gorgeous leading lady, and then I'm going to read that article again and gloat. Oh, and then I'm going out to get myself a couple of extra copies as proof that even in Lima people can see our talent.

“I don't know how you did it, but you, my dear, pulled off a miracle.”

And she has, hasn't she? Not by making someone see and recognize Kurt's talent, though, but by making him smile, wide and open.

That's her miracle, right there.

~ The End ~

#chocoholic fics #mercedes jones #kurt hummel #not for the klaint of heart #not rachel or blaine friendly #i guess

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brittany-snow · 2 years

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Reality shows are only dumb as fuck because of the people they give a platform to, who happen to be dumb as fuck.

That being said, I’m glad the public are seeing what people have been saying about Tyler all along when he was clawing his way into this position. He’s not good enough for someone like Brittany. She deserves so much better and now people who weren’t even her fans are saying the same thing.

I just think it’s dumb that they get passed off as being real when it’s nearly every bit as scripted as a prime time drama.

But yes I agree Brittany deserves the best.

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luci-hemwin-evanson · 3 years

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I did a list about couples that I ship and I’m mad about them not ending up together and when I was thinking about couples from shows that I love I thought about glee… but the thing is I couldn’t pick 1 couple to write down bc 1) I’m not super mad at the final and 2)I kinda ship everyone

So instead I decided to make a list (even if nobody cares) of

my favorite glee couples

(again I don’t hate the endgame couples, I don’t love them that much either aka I have nothing against them... please klaine and brittana shippers don’t come at me)

1) controversial bc of the characters but hate the actors no the characters

Rachel & Puck

I feel like this is controversial bc the characters were also controversial, like not everyone likes them… and the actors don’t do much help (also Finn)

But I love them so much, that episode of season 1 in which they dated it’s one of my favorite episodes ever, I feel like they did them dirty they deserved a longer relationship their dynamic was 👌. I usually don’t like the bad boy/popular guy x nerd/weird girl but they had so much chemistry and it was underused horribly (and when I started watching the showing knowing about Corey)Finn and I found out they dated I was like “omg pls tell me they reconnect afterwards when theyre both grieving and they helped eachother” but that didn’t happen... so wasted plot that makes me mad it is! Also bc one of the reasons why they werent together was Finn.. so why not be together when Finn was gone? idk, It also kinda hurts how they errased their friendship after season 3, like youre telling me Puck didnt go to Rachel as soon as he found out about Finn? (Also what was that ily at the season 3 finale? They did nothing with it)

I also love Rachel and Jesse (more than I liked her and Finn) so I’m not mad about them being endgame, they’re cute too

2)Quinn and Joe

When I said I ship everyone with everyone I meant I ship Quinn.. with everyone

(Now thing is if there’s a couple I’m not fond of being endgame it’s Quinn and Puck, I think they had chemistry with so many other characters but 0 chemistry with eachother, I don’t buy they liked eachother, I never liked them, it felt always forced and they just didn’t seem compatible, I just don’t like them)

But… if there’s someone that stood up for me out of all of Quinn’s romantic interests, it was Joe...

I felt he was perfect for her, he was younger but more mature that most of the other glee guys, he had similar beliefs, he was sweet and pure and just so attentive I feel he balanced Quinn amazingly, sadly they relationship stared and ended just like that and even tho Joe came back for the finale they just ignored him like they did through all of season 4 (I get Ryan Murphy’s purpose was never to give Quinn the happy ending she deserved)

3) i would call this super controversial

It’s Sam and Brittany

I feel like sometimes he was better for her than Santana, shoot me (I feel like she wasn’t tolerant enough with Brittany sometimes or just treated her poorly)

They were super cute and fun, Sam is super nice guy, Brittany is a super nice girl, they were kinda marked as dumb and I felt they understood each other and were just happy in each other’s presence, basically the only good thing of that cursed sh00ting episode was them… also them getting married bc they thought the world was ending was hilarious to me

4)Santana and Quinn

I gotta admit I’m not the biggest Santana fan but I loved her in that wedding episode I felt like she and Quinn together just made sense and maybe they fit together better that her and Brittany (I always liked Brittana but never really shipped them)

5) Jake and Marley

They were cute together, much better than her and Ryder, then making him cheat on her was such bullshit I just pretend it never happened and that they reconnected off camera and are living happily together

6)Sam and Quinn

I feel like they screwed them both at the end and idk why didn’t just make them cannon off camera and hint they were together at the finale and I would’ve been extremely happy + both of them were more mature in season 6 and it would be perfect timing for them to reconnect and start again, have a healthier relationship

7)Mike and Tina

SCREW THE FINALE

SCREW THAT AWKWARD DENIED PROPOSAL

They were perfect together, breaking them up made sense bc of the distance but making Tina end up with Artie it’s just bs

Anyways

I don’t want to elaborate on this other couples I just like them or liked them at some point just not enough to talk about them

Jesse and Rachel

(I already said that I love them I always liked they’re dynamic more than hers with Finn, them ending up together it’s perfect)

Mercedes and Sam

(I liked them when they started, didn’t liked it when she cheated on Shane with him and then kinda shipped them in season 5, but I feel like she treated him too much like a child and didn’t respected him, when he was so caring and loving towards her)

Artie and Kitty (I feel like they made the most sense)

Quinn and Finn (I read too many puckleberry fanfics, but also I really liked them in season 2 (besides the point he pursued her when she was dating Sam)

Artie and Brittany

(I liked them but don’t consider they have endgame potential they were just cute together)

Kitty and Ryder

( I hate Ryder… but that scene of them connecting at breadsticks was nice and then they just threw away that plot)

Spencer and Alistair

(I guess they’re endgame so there’s no much to say… bc there’s no much info about them they were only filler characters)

Sam and Blaine (I know people ship them and I don’t hate but also don’t love it, mainly like it just bc I feel like Kurt was kinda an ass to Blaine sometimes and treated him like he was stupid and just wanted him back when someone else was interested in him)

Blaine and Dave (meh… don’t ship them but he made Blaine happy and I love the bear scene)

(sorry) Santana and Sebastian (just… chemistry)

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nnightskiess · 4 years

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r e q u e s t : Hi ! How are you ? I’m so sad as to what happened with Naya she was a huge inspiration in my life and It hit me really bad But I want to ask for an imagine where you are Santana’s little sister and you come in to join the glee club and you’re better then Rachel and she starts saying stuff but you pop off on her and Santana backs you up?? If you can, sorry if it doesn’t make sense

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Y/N sat cross-legged on a chair in the back row, texting one of her friends to try and pass the time. Mr. Schuester was late, as always. Her older sister, Santana, walked in with Brittany close behind her. They sat down in the chairs in front of Y/N and turned around to the younger Lopez to engage her in their conversation.

Their conversation was cut short when a loud clap of hands and an exciting yelp, coming from no other than Rachel Berry, interrupted them. Santana immediately rolled her eyes, knowing she was about to say something stupid again.

“You guys, I have amazing news!”

Y/N groaned loudly, knowing whatever Rachel had to say would probably only have interest to Rachel herself.

“I just made up my mind on what song I’ll be singing for regionals.” She went to stand in front of the group. If she had paid close attention, she’d seen that not all of them were pleased with her statement.

“What you’ll be singing?” Y/N cocked an eyebrow when Rachel stared at her for a few seconds. “We can all sing, we’re not your ensamble.”

“Didn’t you see how much everyone loved my solo at sectionals?! I want... I mean, we want that same standing ovation for regionals!”

“Oh, hell no.”

Puck cleared his throat, looking between Y/N and Rachel. “I kind of think Little-Lopez has a point.”

“Yeah, why can’t someone else get a solo this time? Sure, you’re an amazing singer but maybe you should give someone else a... chance... for once?” Artie tried to reason with her but his voice slowly died down after seeing Rachel’s disappointed expression.

The girl looked at Y/N for a split second only to see her with her arms crossed and a sneer on her face.

“So I’m taking you guys don’t want to win regionals then? Because we won’t if we’re changing our obviously, well-oiled, brilliant plan.” She took a deep breath and scribbled the name of the song down on the whiteboard- Always Starting Over from the musical If/Then.

“Listen here, Berry.” Y/N cocked her head to one side, “That obviously, well-oiled, brilliant plan of yours makes us look like your jazz hands, dancing oompa loompa’s who are just there to try and make you look better. Well, Willy Wonka, get this- I’m done being your background furniture that you picked up along the road just because we were free to take and have piss stains all over us.”

Santana whistled proudly at the insult her younger sister had just thrown at Rachel and it earned a few hums of approval from some of the other Glee club members.

Rachel was taken back for a few seconds but regained herself and cleared her throat, “Did you forget the cheering I got after my part? Why can’t you see that that’s exactly what we need to win regionals as well?”

“Ptchh, you should get your facts checked because they weren’t cheering for you. We all know I’m the better singer out of the two of us.”

Santana crossed her arms and gave Rachel a smirk, knowing who had won this argument. Everyone knew that the sassiness that ran in the Lopez family wasn’t only given to Santana. When it came to that, the two sisters were basically carbon copies of each other.

“That is so out of line! You talk the talk but when it comes to the performance you don’t walk the walk.” Rachel pointed a finger at the younger Lopez sibling and Y/N shot up, her fists balled up in rage. She was about to lounge at Rachel until Mr. Schue walked in.

“What is happening, guys?”

“Y/N is throwing a spanner in the works of our way to end up on top at regionals.”

Mr. Schue put his bag down onto the piano and eyed the younger girl for a few seconds, silently asking her for an explanation.

Santana rolled her eyes, “Hardiharhar, don’t be so dramatic. Y/N just expressed her displeasure and put her in her place- the lowest of the low in the hierarchy, where she belongs.” She shrugged.

“Santana.” Was all that Mr. Schuester said before turning to Rachel, who pointed to the song written down on the whiteboard.

“I’ve practiced this song for months and I think regionals is the right moment to finally sing it and show them what I got.”

He nodded, “Wow, If/Then is a great musical. Are you sure you can handle this song?”

Rachel nodded enthusiastically.

“Very well then!” He turned to the group, “I think we just found our first song for regionals.” He smiled his goofy smile. Mercedes and Kurt looked at each other before rolling their eyes while Quinn sighed and sank into her chair.

Santana furrowed her eyebrows again and shook her head in disbelief, hoping she didn’t just hear him say that.

“Um...hello?” She waved her arms around until Mr. Schue looked at her. “Okay, good! You do see us! For a second I thought you completely forgot about the rest of us existing.”

Mr. Schue sighed and looked down before eyeing his students, “Listen, I know everyone here works very hard, and each of you has an amazing and unique voice, but for now I think that we should just let Rachel sing the solo at regionals. However, that doesn’t mean that I render any of you unworthy of taking the lead another time. You will all get to sing a part in the second song, I promise.”

“How’s that fair? We didn’t even get a chance to tell you what we would like to sing or show you what we got.” Mercedes spoke up.

“Rachel practices every day. She deserves to sing.” Finn shrugged.

“No one asked you, Finn.” Y/N shot at the boy, who widened his eyes in response. “You don’t have a leg to stand on in this discussion, we all know you will probably get the male lead.”

Y/N then turned back to Mr. Schue. “Everyone knows Rachel is your favourite and I’m sick of it. You treat her like she’s the best thing since sliced bread.”

“That’s not true. I don’t do favourites.”

“Yes, you do. You clearly favourite that vest because it’s all you’ve been wearing for the past two weeks.” Santana shrugged.

Mr. Schuester rubbed his temple. Having to deal with not only one, but two Lopez girls was making him age faster. Especially at times when they let their minds run rampant.

Y/N crossed her arms. “I signed up for Glee club, not for ‘Sing-And-Smile-In-The-Background-Of-The-Rachel-Berry-Show’ club. Half the time, we’re not even on stage during her songs.”

“Wait, does that club exist?” Brittany mumbled under her breath.

“Guys, when have I ever steered you wrong? Please, trust me on this.” Mr. Schuester placed his hand on his heart.

“I think you’re just jealous.” Rachel’s tone was challenging as she sat down next to Finn.

Y/N shot up again.

“Yes, you might know how to sing, but you’ll never be able to leave the audience as impressed as I ever will.”

Santana now shot up as well.

“Qué acabas de decirme?” (What did you just say to me?)

Both girls made a move to lounge at Rachel but Quinn, Mike and Sam held them back. They struggled to do so while Y/N threw all the Spanish insults she knew at the girl in front of her.

“Enough!” Mr. Schuester tried but his voice didn’t stand out in the chaotic yelling. He sighed before clearing his throat.

“I want you both out.” He directed to the two sisters.

“Now!”

Everyone fell silent and it seemed to do the trick. Y/N slowly turned to him. Mr. Schue had a stern look on his face while he glared at the siblings. He kept pointing at the door.

“Fine.” Y/N grabbed her backpack, waited for Santana to dust herself off and grab her belongings too.

“You know what? I could use a break.” Santana huffed as both of them walked out of the room. Their heads held high, no dignity lost over what just happened.

They walked to the football bleachers where Santana immediately lit up a sigaret.

“Do you think he kicked us out... permanently?”

It was times like these, when it was only the two of them, where Y/N still depended on her older sister.

“Maybe.” Santana shrugged her shoulders, “If he can’t appreciate having you in the club then that’s his loss.”

Santana gave Y/N a playful nudge with her shoulder when the younger Lopez still seemed deep in thought. Y/N looked up to see Santana’s soft smile and she immediately sent her a goofy smile back.

“They can’t go to regionals without us. And if they do find a way, we’ll just have to start our own Glee club, huh?” She smirked. “I’m sure it won’t take long before Mercedes is sick of it as well.” She comforted her little sister.

“Yeah, but what will we do in the meantime?”

Santana furrowed her eyebrows, wanting Y/N to elaborate.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this- but I actually really like Glee club and I was pretty excited for regionals.”

Santana nodded, “I know you do. I can see it in your eyes when you sing.” She took another drag of her sigaret. “Between you and me, I enjoy singing in Glee club as well.”

Y/N nodded softly and brought her legs close to her body so she could let her chin rest on her knees.

“San?”

Her sister hummed in return.

“Was Rachel right?” She looked up at Santana, “Am I really not giving that good of a performance?”

“Baby, no.” Santana gave her a stern look, telling her not to go there. “You might’ve only done one couplet by yourself so far... but even in the songs where you sing background vocals, you manage to outshine the rest.”

“But there must be a reason why I haven’t got the chance to lead a song yet.”

“Yup. And that reason is Rachel, dwarf, Berry.” Santana shrugged. “You know I’d tell you if you sucked.”

Y/N laughed at that, Santana so would.

“If Mr. Schue isn’t letting us show him what we got, then we have to come up with another way to get through that head of his how capable you are of leading a song.”

Santana suddenly stood up, put out her sigaret with her shoe and motioned for Y/N to take her hand.

It was a few days later and neither Santana or Y/N had attended Glee club after what happened on Monday. Rachel had made herself very clear to Y/N that she was very disappointed in her since Y/N’s jealousy caused the club to not be able to partake in regionals. Brittany had tried convince the two girls to join Glee club again with a clumsily, selfmade powerpoint and even Finn had kindly asked them to reconsider going back. But they simply couldn’t, at least not just yet.

But now that it was Friday, everything was ready to go.

The two Lopez girls decided to wait a few minutes until everyone was present before they walked into the room. Mr. Schue stopped talking and turned around, a disappointed look on his face.

“We’re not here for a pity-party and we’re definitely not walking in with our tails tucked between our legs,” Santana started as a few band members shyly shuffled their way into the room, instruments in hand.

“We just want to show you that we are fully capable of leading a song.” Y/N spoke as she shoo’d everyone to the side.

“Hit it.”

[glee performance of tina turner’s ‘river deep, mountain high’, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82lYMlXB-fI ]

Rachel seemed unsettled during the performance, clearly noticing how everyone else was enjoying the two sisters sing. Mr. Schue, who had seem hesitant at first, was now visibly entertained and impressed and had already long forgotten what happened a few days earlier. Rachel sunk further into her seat when she noticed that.

Everyone knew the Lopez girls both had beautiful voices, but that they would sound so well together was news to them all. Mr. Schue now realised what a shame it was that he had never explored letting different kids sing together, and that all his attention had always been on the same people.

What topped the performance off, was the excitement in the sisters’ eyes. They were clearly having fun with the song and their minds seemed to have no memory of why they originally decided to perform. It was just them and the music they danced and sang along to.

But when the band played the last melodies, they suddenly seemed to remember and turned back around to the group with proud smirks on their faces.

On the last note, Santana held her hand up for her sister to high five.

Everyone started clapping and Mr. Schuester stood up, walking up to them.

“Ladies! That was fantastic!” He gave Y/N a pat on her shoulder. “Now that is how you sing a song! Well done!”

Rachel silently clapped along. She would never say out loud how much she had enjoyed their performance.

“I’m sorry, Rachel, but now that I’ve seen this-” Mr. Schue rubbed his chin, “I want to try a different approach at regionals. This is what will get the crowd’s attention!”

He turned to Rachel, an apologetic look on his face, “Do you mind giving your solo to Santana and Y/N?”

Rachel shrugged absentmindedly, trying to make it seem like she didn’t care, “It’s healthy to have some competition. It will push me to become a better performer.”

Mr. Schue nodded and turned back to the Lopez girls.

“Congratulations, you two. It’s yours!”

Everyone clapped again until Santana spoke up.

“No, no, no. I’m backing out.”

“W-why?” Confusion was written all over Mr. Schue’s face. “I thought it’s what you two wanted?"

“What I wanted was for you to realise that there are other people capable of leading a performance.” She turned to her sister, who had been confused at Santana’s decision up until now. “People like Y/N, for example. You take it. I know you can do it without me.”

Y/N tried to convince her otherwise, “But you’ve never had a solo either! We should-”

“Uh, uh.” Santana waved her finger, “I want you to take it.”

The two had a little face off for a few seconds, it was their way of talking to each other without words. Santana cocked her head to the side, knowing Y/N was about to give in.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

Santana smiled widely, grabbed her sister and planted a kiss on her head.

“I’ll always back you up.”

She winked at Y/N before the two of them went to sit down, ready for today’s Glee club.

#santana lopez imagine #santana lopez x reader #santana lopez / you #santana lopez one shot #santana lopez #naya rivera imagine #naya rivera imagines #santana lopez imagines #naya rivera x reader #glee imagine #glee imagines #glee x reader #glee preferences #glee one shot

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tuiyla · 3 years

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Do you think Brittana is a better OTP than any of the others with Santana? Why do you think Santana was so in love with Brittany, and not any of the other five originals? Or Dani? Or someone completely new? I saw someone say it was just written that way… well it could have been written that it was any of the others from episode one.

Okay phew, there are so many layers to this I'm not even sure how to approach answering it. I’ve gone at it twice now but I just have too much to say if I peel back every single layer so I’ll try to keep it brief and feel free to ask me to elaborate on anything.

Is Brittana a better OTP, well - it is my literal one true pairing, but that's up to personal preference for everyone. It's not the best ship for all and that's cool, there can be lots of reasons for that. I'm not sure, are you also asking whether it's the better ship for the show itself? Because that feeds into your last thought in the show being written this way. It is, at the end of the day, the canon endgame ship and only Dantana would even come close to competing in terms of what we have in canon.

It's funny you should bring it up because I think that's an interesting and important discussion to have. Yes, it was written that way, but that shouldn’t be the end of a conversation but rather the beginning of one. This is a much bigger conversation than what I think the confines of this ask should be so like I said, trying to keep it brief. Basically, yes it was written that way but we can still examine that.

Brittana happened because their characters happened in tandem, because the whole idea of a queer story comes from their background interactions. Santana wasn’t just written to be queer from season 2 onwards but also written to be in love with Brittany, because that was most convenient for how the story developed. Continuing with the Doylist lens, there’s a discussion to be had about the Brittana breakup and what could have happened afterward. I know rumour has it Ryan Murphy wasn’t intending on Brittana coming back together so who knows how else Santana’s story would have gone.

Why I personally think it was Brittany, from an in-universe point of view? I think, the way the story was being written, Santana is the most compatible with Brittany. I could go on and on about this aspect of the ask alone but I think their best friends to lovers dynamic just works, and works even better post-breakup after they’ve both grown. And why do I think Santana was in love with Brittany, as opposed to others? Well, keeping with the in-universe point of view, I think ultimately loving someone boils down to a “just because” so often. Just because she was so comfortable around Brittany from the very beginning and she didn’t have that with many others. Just because it would make her whole day when Brittany smiled at her. Because Brittany believed in her and didn’t let herself be pushed away. Because she was patient and kind even when Santana herself didn’t think she deserved it. Just because love is something that happens to you, not something you choose? Because Brittany was Santana’s person.

There are just so many layers, like how the story is even born, what characters are available what works thematically, who are compatible, and the in-universe “why would, realistically, these two be in love” is on top of all that. I’m a big proponent of valuing Santana’s other relationships as well, though, even if ~only~ on a friendship level. So I think there’s love, different kinds of love with Quinntana, Pezberry, Sancedes, Dantana, (to a lesser extent, sadly, Santina), all that. Why, of all these options, was it Brittany? Because all the aspects came together to work romantically with her, I suppose.

To be clear, I think you’re very right to question these things. We should always keep in mind the production aspect of these things and go, right, realistically what other options there were, but also think about what works in-universe. For me personally, Brittana works perfectly well in-universe and as canon is written I can’t see Santana with anyone else. But, had the writers been open to it, I can see how Santana’s character could fall in love with other people. It’s just a question of perspective and preference.

This doesn’t feel like I actually answered your question lol, sorry about that. Should I like, maybe examine why Santana would fall for Brittany over the others on a character level?

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I read with interest your view and that of @hopefulobjectmiracle about tumblr Klaine fandom. Is there more shipping these days than 2010-15? I ask because there seems to be a smaller group that only ship Kurt with Blaine but there seems to be a huge rise in Kurtbastian and Hevans shippers. Likewise, there’s many more pezberry or faberry shippers. And a lot more of those shippers trying to discredit Blaine or Brittany as OTP for Kurt and Santana. There seems to be new younger people joining Tumblr declaring a love for all things Klaine, and then a week later shipping Kurt with everybody else!! Has there been a change since the show aired?

Hi Nonny! :)

Hmmm.... There's not really a clear answer to this because the way shipping evolved is different than people just finding things now.

There are kind of two different things going on here -- Kurt related shipping and non-Kurt (blaine/klaine) shipping. I can't tell you much about non related Kurt things -- however, I will say that Faberry was HUGE when the show was on. It's a subsection of the fandom I never interacted with but it was around in season 1, and loud enough that the show makes nod to it from season 2 forward. Brittana was always around, too, and the reason Brittana became a thing on the show was, partly, due to fans crying out that they should be a couple -- and more than the throwaway joke the writers made in the first season.

I don't know what happened to those ships over time, or how the evolved since the show ended -- I'm sorry :/

But now, I will tell you the epic history of Kurt shipping. (Again. i should really dig out my old notes on this, lol)

Here we go long post...

I found it! I'm going to quote myself so I don't have to write it out again, lol. This was originally from an ask about the BBO (Better Boyfriend Olympics), but it'll work here, too.

Okay, so let’s go back to 2010 when there wasn’t a Klaine fandom, there was a Kurt fandom. A lot of the BBO stemmed out of the Kurt’s Boyfriend Shipping wars of 2010.

Back then, there was just a Kurt fandom, and a lot of opinions about who he should date. Believe it or not, Kurt was shipped a lot with the other guys on the show, there was a healthy dose of Kurt/Finn, but Kurt/Puck was huge, and there was a smattering of Kurt/Mike (I never really did see much Kurt/Artie now that I think of it, which is kind of funny in retrospect, but I’m sure it’s out there.) Anyway - when the show announced Kurt was getting a boyfriend – well, things began to get heated up.

Three big ships emerged

Kurt/Sam - because the rumor was that Sam was originally supposed to be Kurt’s bf (probably not, but that rumor was big at the time). Btw, they were the canoe ship (I have no idea why) and was also known as Kum (rolls-eyes). This ship’s fanbase was so huge and lasted so long, that the show felt the need to address it head on in Season Two’s Rumours (not a joke).

Kurt/Karofsky - Also known as Kurtofsky, they were also called themselves the Pirate ship (god, Idk why, shipping wars are weird, yo). These people were also really passionate, mostly about Dave, but liked the whole idea that Kurt would save Dave and they would have this weird - enemies to loves love affair or something. I don’t know, I could never get past the squicky assault aspect, but whatever.

Kurt/Blaine - which. at the time, was… the biggest possibility? It’s funny cause the other two ships were just as big as the Klaine ship, and really the fighting became over who was going to be the best option for Kurt.

And that’s the thing. Fans of Kurt were so passionate about who was best for Kurt, because everyone had seen him go through hell and back on the show, so his boyfriend needed to be perfect for him. And you know who was perfect (at first) – Blaine. More on that in a second…

However, Blaine brought his own bit of baggage – namely fans of Darren Criss (and/or Starkid fans). Unlike Chord Overstreet or Max Adler, people knew who Darren was before he was on Glee. So his own fandom joined in on the Klaine of it all. At first it was all fine – as the shipping wars continued, it was less about Kurt vs Blaine and more about Klaine vs the other shippers. Well, that was going to change….

Original Song happened and Kurt and Blaine got together ending the question of who would ultimately be Kurt’s boyfriend. And things were nice and cozy headed into season 3. You’d think the Kurt/Sam and Kurt/Karofsky ships would die out, but not really, they stuck around for a long time, and kinda morphed into something else.

See, The First Time happened. And for the first time Blaine wasn’t the perfect prince that he was in season 2 – he had more of a developed personality, and more flaws. And… some people didn’t like it. (Also added to the mix was Sebastian – and the Seblaine and Kurtbastian ships were born, but those kinda go off on their own thing and I’m not really going to bring them up much here.) Anyway, what really got fandom split was Dance With Somebody.

You had two sides of an argument, people who saw Kurt’s POV and people who saw Blaine’s POV – and guess what happened. The two sides began to fight with each other over who was “right” in the argument. (My god…) And thus started what fandom started referring to as The Better Boyfriend Olympics.

See - for reasons I don’t fully understand - instead of seeing that each of the boys have a fault and each were wrong in the episode, each side wanted to say that their side, and their POV was the correct way – that one boyfriend was more oppressed and the other was not as good a partner.

On the Kurt side, though, you had a lot of the old Kurt fans and ships who didn’t like Blaine (and/or didn’t want Blaine as his partner) so they vehemently decided that unless Blaine was the perfect boyfriend again, he didn’t deserve to be with Kurt. Meanwhile, you had the Blaine fans, many of them Darren fans who wanted Blaine to have more depth to him than just being Kurt’s boyfriend, and not being Kurt fans first (or originally) they were going to push back at the Kurt fans who were lashing out at Blaine.

Compounding this was the fact that during season 3, there were so many cast members and characters that unless you were Finchel, you were begging for scraps and your featured episode to come along. Meanwhile - Kurt got a ton of screen time, but didn’t sing much, while Blaine sang a lot more, but didn’t get much story. The Kurt fans resented that Blaine was always singing. The Blaine fans were annoyed that the Kurt fans resented it, and tried to remind the Kurt fans that Blaine barely got any development.

Either way, a war had begun. And then The Break Up happened.

Now Kurt fans had a specific reason to point at – Blaine being a terrible boyfriend. He cheated. He’s terrible. The end.

The fandom was not firmly split into sides - you were either a Kurt fan - a lot of them who HATED Blaine - partly because he was getting more attention at the time, partly cause he did sing more, partly because they were made up of Kurt ships that didn’t work out, and partly cause they saw so much of themselves in Kurt that they projected onto him their own feelings, and loving Blaine was not a part of that projection. Or you were a Blaine fan - who spent a lot of time defending Blaine to the point of exhaustion, and became so resentful of Kurt that they wished Blaine could be with anyone else because Kurt (fans) didn’t understand Blaine and should just stop trying.

Weren’t there any Klainers you ask? Ha, well…. Klainers, people actually liked Kurt AND Blaine were stereotyped into two categories. Category A) the really really loud fanbase (usually on Twitter) that harassed the creators, RM, Chris, Darren, various crew about Klaine every second that they got – to the point that it started to feel embarrassing (that’s probably my own projection). Category B) People who thought (think) that Chris and Darren were (are) in a secret relationship. (Spoiler alert they aren’t, never have been, and never will be.) The two of these categories overlapped A LOT, and many of the fans of one boy or the other just disassociated completely.

You could still be a fan of the Klaine relationship, but you had a preference to which boy you were actually a fan of – you couldn’t like both, or else you were a Klainer, and that was not cool. (I spent a long time NOT identifying as anything, and trying to make sure everything I did and said was equal – a) cause I was new to fandom and b) cause I hated that either one or the other of these characters were villainized so frequently.)

Anyway - Season 4 continued. Adam showed up, and Kurt fans got all excited, but the problem was that a lot of them saw him as the perfect boyfriend again – not a real character but a prop that could make Kurt look good and be everything for Kurt. Look, I liked Adam, I did, but he was underdeveloped, and this weird idea that your boyfriend needs to be perfect in order to be a functioning relationship is just unrealistic. I digress. Meanwhile, we didn’t get a lot of Kurt POV, which didn’t help things, and meant even more projection over his character.

Meanwhile, the Blaine fans had formed their own community, which became viciously defensive of him. I think the whole fandom was toxic during this time for a lot of reasons, and I really wanted to quit it. Many people did – the show wasn’t being fun anymore.

Season 5 came along, the boys got back together, tempers simmered, but the whole idea of the Better Boyfriend Olympics came back every time a conflict happened. Arguments about who was the better boyfriend ensued, gatekeeping as to why their pick was best and why your opinion sucked still ran through the fandom. Not helping was the fact that Cory had died, and the creators, actors, and crew – as well as media – was tired of Glee.

The one nice thing, though was that a lot of the old crowd had moved on by then, and there was an influx of newer people coming in during season 5 (and season 6) – they weren’t here for the season 3 droughts and season 4 wars, and brought in a newer and fresher perspective.

But still - we had the end of season 5 and the summer of spoilers and season 6 to get through. At this point, the Kurt and Blaine camps had moved to their parts of the internet and really not speaking much to each other if they could help it. When an argument happened on the show, the same kind of Better Boyfriend Olympics came up again – one boyfriend was worse than the other, and unless they changed xyz they were not good enough for the other. But at this point, it was incredibly tiring. I know that I was just ready for the show to be done with.

I should say, as an aside, not helping things were the rise of some rather vocal BNF-ish fans, who dug their heels in about their own opinions. The refusal to even acknowledge that one side or the other might be right, or have valid points was not helping anything. A lot of people on both sides refused to even listen to the points on the other side – and instead of being frustrated at the show, the creators, or whatever, they took it against each other, which wasn’t fun to watch either.

Season 6 happened - Blainofsky happened, and that killed enthusiasm for the season on both sides, most people just kind of wanted it to be over. And then the ending came quickly, and I think a lot of people who were just plain unhappy about everything left for good.

The Better Boyfriend Olympics, or this weird competition that always pitted the boys and their fandoms against each other in the name of one being better than the other, leveled off after this. I won’t give myself /that/ much credit - but one reason I created @todaydreambelievers was to give fans of both Kurt and Blaine a safe place where we could enjoy and discuss both boys without the BBO rearing its head. And you know what – it did mend a few hearts.

For the most part, it’s been pretty quiet since. Fandom is quieter, but I think the people who have come into it after the show has ended are a lot less judgmental and argumentative. (I suppose it helps if you know how the story is going to end.) And the cool thing, for me, is finding a group of people who enjoy Kurt and Blaine equally (or respectfully) – and reclaiming the name Klainer as a good thing.

I’ll end by saying this – it’s been relatively peaceful, even with the influx of new people throughout the years, but I have been seeing shades of BBO pop up again. Look, you don’t have to like Klaine to be a fan of one or the other of them. But there are a lot of terrible things going on in the world, a lot of things to be angry and get indignant about. How a fictional couple was written ten years ago is not one of them. Be respectful of people, and know that maybe the side you understand better isn’t the only side worth listening to. ;)

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So, I suppose that's part 1 of this full picture. Onto Part 2.

Here's the thing -- I've stayed, mostly, in my little tumblr buble over the past five years -- blissfully unaware that I suppose things were going on around me. Except... they really weren't. Until the pandemic happened, and Glee went to Netflix internationally, and a whole bunch of young kids grew up and started watching the show.

By the time I ended TDB in 2019, there weren't many of us left. I knew there was our small, dedicated group of fans. The tinhatters (the group who thought Chris and Darren were in some kind of relationship. spoiler alert -- they're not). And I know the Kurtbastian fans have been kicking around for a while. But no one was around in huge numbers.

And then boom - pandemic, and I'm shocked (not in a bad way) that this show has already seen a resurgence. The weirdest part, for me, is the fact that not only is history repeating itself -- seriously, people are bringing up old conflicts that have been dead for ages, and old shipping wars I never thought I'd see again -- but I think this new group's relationship with the show is much different.

I think that Kurt is a character whom a lot of people can still identify with. And because he's on his own in the first season, it's still easy to project yourself onto him. And then shipping goes from there. Blaine went from being the exciting option, omg are they really gonna do Klaine?? to -- hey Klaine is the boring canon choice, we can choose who we want for Kurt.

Layer over that years of Blaine hate still circling the interwebs. The echo chamber that Twitter and Tiktok create. And the fact that neither Chris or Darren seem to have the army of fans they once did (well -- Darren does, but they don't really watch Glee anymore). And you get this varied landscape of shipping.

No, some days it doesn't feel that different from the BBO days. The fact that I still get asks about Blaine and TFT car scene or Tested makes me feel like I'm back in 2013. Other times I'm perplexed by resurgences -- such as Kurtbasitan and Kurt/Sam. (Please don't bring back Kurtofsky guys)

But there's a saying -- Same Shit, Different Day.

I think there is an entirely different group of people than the original people watching, and their reasoning for shipping whatever is much different. But they've certainly come to a lot of the same conclusions that brought about the shipping wars in the early days.

At the end of the day - I think Kurt will always been a fandom mattress. But ship what you like and be nice to everyone else. There's enough hate in the world -- no need to dump on people's escapism.

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