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lilyvandersteen · 2 years ago

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Critically Yours

This story was written as part of the Klaine Secret Santa Gift Exchange 2022, and is gifted to @honeysucklepink. Merry Christmas, sweetie, and I hope this hits the spot for you!

The prompt can be found in the end notes.

Many thanks to my beta @hkvoyage, who was lightning-quick to review this for me so that it would still be in time for Christmas.

Critically Yours by @lilyvandersteen

Kurt let out a big yawn as he walked into the kitchen. The party after the premiere had been fun, but he’d had too short a night’s sleep because of it.

He was on his second mug of coffee when Rachel called him.

“Kurt, you were amazing yesterday, as I knew you would be!”

Kurt grinned and thanked her.

“And I know you always tell me not to read the reviews, but… There’s this one you really need to read. You’ll love it. I’m sending you the link.”

“Rach, I don’t think…”

“Read it. This guy is so sweet, aww. Well, at least I think it’s a guy. He’s using a nickname. But the way he writes feels like a guy. Am I making sense? Maybe I’m still a bit drunk. One thing’s for sure, though, you have to read it. You just have to. I wish he’d say things like that about me. Anyway, got to go. Yoga tonight?”

“It’s a date!” Kurt promised her, and when she’d hung up, he clicked on the link.

It wasn’t a fan site that popped up. It was the New York Times website. The comments section, to be precise.

The commenter’s name was IconicWarbler, and unlike the other one-sentence commenters, he’d gone for the novel-like approach.

“I went to see Cabaret last night, and found myself totally enamoured of the MC, played by newcomer Kurt Hummel. I’ve never seen this actor on stage before, but I can assure you I will attend every play he’s in from now on. That’s how much he enchanted me. Such clear, strong vocals. Such a master at conveying emotions. And what a compelling personality! He draws you in, even pulling focus when he’s in the background. I could not keep my eyes off him. I urge you all to go see Cabaret and discover this promising fresh face.

Mr. Hummel, I’m calling it now: you will get a Tony nomination for this role. You are just THAT good.

Critically yours,

IconicWarbler”

Kurt covered his hand with his mouth and let out a happy squeak, smiling ear to ear.

Rachel was right, that was exactly the pick-up he’d needed this morning.

Thank you, IconicWarbler!

K&B

Blaine fist-pumped happily when he read the announcement that Kurt Hummel would have the title role in the Jesus Christ Superstar revival.

The actor had gotten a Tony nomination for his role in Cabaret, as Blaine had predicted, and though he hadn’t won the award, it had opened new doors for him.

By now, Kurt Hummel had played in Dear Evan Hansen, causing Blaine to rave over how high his vocal range was, and opposite Rachel Berry in West Side Story, after which performance Blaine had waxed lyrical over how convincing they had been as star-crossed lovers, defending Kurt in replies to other commenters who seemed to think he was too gay to pull off the role of Tony.

Blaine had gone to see both shows as many times as his budget would allow, and had waited at the stage door to get his playbill signed every single time, even when it was pouring rain or freezing.

Kurt was always courteous and kind to every fan, taking his time to greet and thank them.

Every encounter with Kurt had Blaine walking on sunshine for days, especially when Blaine’s praise coaxed a rare smile out of the handsome man.

But after West Side Story, Kurt had disappeared from Broadway, not even starring in smaller roles. He was just… gone.

It had made Blaine worry and wonder what had happened.

But now, a year later, Kurt was back, and Blaine was relieved and excited to see his favourite actor in a new role.

The anticipation that had been building inside of him rose to a fever point when the radio station he listened to every morning announced a contest.

“Good morning everyone! I have some exciting news to share with you! You’ve probably already heard it: Jesus Christ Superstar is coming back to Broadway. And with it crowd favourite Kurt Hummel, who’s going to play the title role, and who is with us right now to have a little chat.”

“Hello, everyone!”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how excited are you to see Kurt take on this role? Let us know through our app!”

Blaine grinned and opened the app, sending a quick message.

“Oh, lots of enthusiasm so early in the morning. Let’s see: Ruth says she’s missed you the past year and that she’s stoked you’re back, Blaine says you’re sure to be stellar in your new role, and David says he can’t wait to see you in the play, Kurt!”

“I hope I’ll do you guys proud,” Kurt said.

The ensuing interview cleared up why Kurt had been away for so long. Apparently, his father had fallen ill, and he’d moved back home to be with his family.

“But now he’s better, and he told me to stop fussing over him and get back to work. So here I am!”

Blaine chuckled and crossed his fingers that the radio presenters would coax Kurt into singing a fragment from his new show.

What he got was even better.

“When our family celebrated Thanksgiving a few weeks ago, it got me thinking about what I was most thankful for. Dad getting better, obviously, that’s a big one. He’s my rock, and I’m so grateful I get to keep him, hopefully for decades more. But apart from that, I’m so thankful for all my fans. You are the ones who brought me here. Who believed in me when I had doubts I could do this. Who have stood by me from the very beginning. Who have defended me when people tried to tear me down. And I don’t have enough words to tell you how much that has meant to me. So I’m going to show you instead.”

At this point, the radio presenter took over.

“Prick up your ears now, all you Broadway lovers out there! This is a contest you won’t want to miss! Kurt is offering not just tickets to Jesus Christ Superstar, but an extra special main prize. The overall winner will get a ticket to the premiere, a meet-and-greet with Kurt and the rest of the cast, and will get to attend the party with the cast and crew afterwards. Isn’t that something?”

Blaine’s heart started pumping double speed.

Oh wow.

“Yes, you heard that right! Ever dream of getting the chance to chat with your fave actor over a glass or two? Well, for one lucky guy or girl, this dream will come true! And what do you have to do to win this, you ask?”

“Tell me, tell me,” Blaine muttered.

“Well, from now until the day of the premiere, we’ll be having a little quiz every morning, about Broadway topics. If you want to take part in it, sign up for the quiz in our app, and each morning, we’ll pick two listeners to compete against each other. The goal is to be the first to answer five questions correctly. The winner will go through to the next round, and then on the last day before the premiere, we’ll find out who wins the main prize.”

Blaine opened the app again and looked for the sign-up form.

There wasn’t much chance he’d be chosen, but it couldn’t hurt to try, right?

One day after another passed, and it seemed luck was not on his side. He listened to the morning show even more attentively than he otherwise did, and he made sure he always had his phone on hand, but the show host always picked other listeners to play the quiz.

Sometimes, they were so abysmal at answering the questions that Blaine rolled his eyes. Did they really know so little about Broadway shows, or was it nerves blocking their brain?

Two days before the premiere, just as he’d all but given up hope, his phone rang as he was eating a bowl of cereal, and his heart slammed into his throat.

Was it really…?

And yes, it was. He’d been selected to play the quiz!

Hearing the presenter’s voice both over the radio and on the phone was distracting, so he switched off the radio so as to be able to focus better.

“And today, we’ll be playing the Broadway quiz with Blaine and Tiffany!”

Wow, my hands are clammy. And why is my throat so dry all of a sudden?

The first question was about West Side Story. The presenter wanted them to name the two street gangs.

“The Jets and the Sharks,” Blaine yelled.

The other contestant groaned.

“Second question: you’re going to hear a snippet from a Broadway song. Tell me what show it is from!”

The song was “All That Jazz”. As soon as Blaine recognised it, he yelled, “Chicago!”

He heard a muffled curse, and knew he’d beaten his opponent again.

“Number 3: where does “Hairspray” take place?”

Blaine chuckled and sang a few lines of “Good morning Baltimore”.

“Wow, nice! You’re a fine singer yourself!” the presenter praised him.

“Thank you. I was in show choir for years. The Dalton Warblers.”

“Wonderful. And you’re firmly in the lead, with three right answers to nil. Tiffany, what’s happening?”

“He’s just too fast,” Tiffany whined, and both Blaine and the presenter chuckled.

“Okay, next question: complete this Hamilton lyric: I’m just like my country, I’m young…”

“Scrappy and hungry, and I’m not throwing away my shot!” Blaine rattled off glibly.

The presenter whistled low. “You didn’t even have to think about it, did you? How many times have you seen Hamilton?”

“Uhm, I’ve never really counted the times,” Blaine confessed, and the presenter laughed.

“Okay, if you keep this up, Blaine, you’ll only have to answer one more question. Here it is: name all seven children of the von Trapp family.”

“Liesl, Friedrich, Louisa, Kurt, Brigitta, Marta and Gretl,” said Blaine, counting them on his fingers to make sure he left no-one out.

“Yes, you did it!” the presenter enthused, and he played the jingle that pronounced Blaine the winner.

Blaine sat back and mechanically put a spoonful of cereal with milk in his mouth.

Wow, I’m through to the next round. Now what?

Now, as it transpired, all the winners would be competing against each other the following morning, and the first two to get five questions right would then play a sudden death round.

Blaine spent the rest of the day frantically reading up on all things Broadway, and also did his research on Kurt Hummel. In the process, he may have gotten a bit side-tracked when he found YouTube recordings of Kurt performing as a cheerleader, a clip of him singing “Le Jazz Hot” and then his audition for NYADA, “Not the Boy Next Door”. Those gold pants. And his moves. Unf.

When the next morning rolled around, Blaine may have been just a little sleep-deprived from watching certain Kurt Hummel videos on repeat. But he regretted nothing.

Despite his sleepiness, Blaine had no trouble answering questions, and became the first finalist. He ended up playing the sudden death round against a guy called Chandler, who was just as knowledgeable as Blaine was.

After they’d each answered another ten questions correctly, the presenter sighed. “Okay, this is not going to work. You guys know EVERYTHING! So what do you say to a practical challenge as a tie-breaker?”

“Okay,” said Blaine.

“I guess,” said Chandler.

“You each get to sing a song from Jesus Christ Superstar, and then the other listeners will vote in the app and decide who becomes the overall winner!”

Blaine grinned. “That sounds good.”

Chandler said nothing.

“So who wants to go first?” the presenter asked.

“Let’s get it over with,” Chandler groused.

“Okay, Chandler, what are you going to sing?”

“I don’t know how to love him.”

“Great choice! Let me put the music on for you.”

Chandler started to sing, and Blaine winced and wanted to clap his hands over his ears.

He didn’t, because it would be his turn in a short while, but aah, Chandler’s singing was worse than nails on a chalkboard!

He let out a sigh of relief when the song came to an end, and announced to the presenter that he’d be singing “Heaven on their minds”.

He threw his everything into the performance and found himself panting rather heavily when he was done.

Applause startled him. The presenter whooped and hollered and then said, “Wow, that was quite something. Are you sure you’re not a Broadway actor in disguise?”

Blaine laughed. “I wish!”

“And it looks like the listeners agree with me. Look at that, what an overwhelming victory for BLAINE!”

“Yay!” Blaine yelled. He’d given it his all, and he’d actually won!

K&B

Though he was an old hand at giving interviews by now, Kurt found himself fidgeting with his shirt cuffs this time.

It wasn’t the interview itself he was nervous about, but the contest he’d be announcing.

As he talked about celebrating Thanksgiving with his family, and being so grateful for his fans that he wanted to thank them, he felt a bit deceitful. Yes, he truly was thankful for his fans and their support, but his real goal with this contest was something else altogether.

The idea had come to him one night when he’d had a sleepover with Rachel, Quinn, Brittany and Santana, and Santana had wanted to know if Kurt had ever slept with a fan of his.

“I’m sure there’s tons of them that slip you their phone number and that are itching to discover what’s under those tight pants of yours.”

“Nah,” Kurt had said. “Well, I’ve gotten some phone numbers, yes, but I didn’t fancy the guys in question. Too pushy. The worst one’s called Chandler. He comes to my show every night, and he always waits at the stage door, and he’s forever running his hands over me and gushing and professing himself in love with me. Ugh.”

“Well, aren’t there more respectful fans that you’d like to get to know better?”

Kurt had taken another sip of his drink and thought it over.

The first fan that had sprung to mind was IconicWarbler, with his wonderful reviews. Wouldn’t it be great to get to thank him in person for what his words had meant to Kurt? But the chances of ever finding this anonymous reviewer were slim to nil.

Then, Kurt had thought of a fan that hadn’t been such a fixture at the stage door as Chandler, but who had shown up regularly nonetheless. This guy was always dressed dapperly, with gelled hair and a profile that were reminiscent of a 1950s movie star, and with impeccable manners. He clearly loved getting to talk to Kurt, but he never got handsy and never tried to monopolise him.

Yes, that was someone he’d like to get to know better. But how would he manage that?

That’s how he’d come up with the contest plan. It was a wild shot in the dark, and chances were he’d end up meeting and greeting another person entirely, but he wanted to try this.

So he tuned in to that radio station every morning to find out who’d win the quiz that day. He grimaced when he saw the name Chandler pop up, and hoped that would not be the winner of the meet-and-greet package.

The second to last day of the contest, he got a pleasant surprise. One of the contestants, a guy called Blaine, had a voice he recognised – velvety smooth and soothing. Was it… could it be the Mr. Dapper he’d seen so often at the stage door?

Then Blaine started to sing, as an answer to a quiz question, and Kurt was blown away. Wow!

And what did he just say? He’d been in a show choir called the Dalton Warblers?

It might be just a coincidence, of course, but maybe Kurt had found his IconicWarbler…

The next day was the finals, and Kurt cursed loudly and at length when Chandler made it through and was still in the running for the top prize.

Please no!

Thankfully, Blaine made it through as well.

On an impulse, Kurt sent the radio show host a text that said, “Make them sing.”

At first, the two finalists got questions again, but when neither Chandler nor Blaine cracked under the pressure and they just kept giving right answers, the show host decided to make the both of them sing instead.

Yes!

Chandler was as bad a singer as Kurt had hoped, and Blaine was even better than in Kurt’s wildest dreams. He sang better than the actual actor playing in the show with Kurt!

Kurt grinned ear to ear when Blaine was pronounced the winner, and hoped so much that it was the fan he remembered.

The day of the premiere, he felt more than just the usual pre-show jitters. He also felt butterflies in his stomach, as if he was about to go on a first date.

Before the show started, he peeked through the curtain to check the place, front and centre in the Orchestra section, he’d reserved for the main winner of the contest.

He saw a neatly gelled head and fist-pumped. Yes! He’d guessed right! Blaine was Mr. Dapper all right!

Blaine certainly lived up to Kurt’s nickname, as he was dressed to the nines in a tuxedo.

The tuxedo jacket was made of burgundy velvet with black lapels, and Kurt was itching to find out if it was as soft as it looked.

He checked out the other reserved places, and saw Chandler, looking like thunder and throwing poisonous looks in Blaine’s direction. His plus-one seat was the only one left unoccupied.

Kurt drew back from the curtain, and went to have a chat with the security guard, warning him about Chandler, just in case the guy tried to get backstage or to make trouble for Blaine.

And then it was showtime, and Kurt threw himself into the performance with double the energy he’d shown during the dress rehearsal.

Afterwards, while bowing to the audience with the rest of the cast, his eyes strayed to Blaine again, who was clapping and cheering.

See you soon!

Back in his dressing room, he got out of his costume, freshened up and put his regular clothes on in record time, because he wanted to be the first of the actors to welcome Blaine backstage.

When he left his dressing room, he found Blaine attentively listening to John, one of the stage hands, who was explaining how all the equipment worked.

“Hello Blaine!” Kurt said, and Blaine’s attention shifted to him at once.

John chuckled. “I guess that’s my cue to disappear. Once the big star comes out, nobody’s interested in the technical stuff anymore.”

Blaine looked stricken, and started to babble apologies.

John clapped him on the shoulder. “Nah, don’t worry about it. You came here for Kurt and the others, I get it. See you both at the party!”

John left, and Blaine looked after him, biting his lip.

“Don’t worry,” Kurt said. “John’s not offended at all.”

Blaine’s eyes flitted to Kurt, and he flushed and nodded.

“I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?” Kurt asked. “At the stage door?”

“Yes.” It sounded timid and uncertain.

“But this is your first time backstage?”

“Yes.”

Kurt winked at Blaine. “A lot less glamourous than you’d think, right?”

Blaine grinned. “Yep. Smaller, too. But I’m still stoked to get to see it. And it’s so interesting, how it all works…”

“I know, right? I remember when I started working on Broadway that I was fascinated with the technical side of things.”

They stood there, smiling at each other for a moment, and then Kurt said, “Oh, right, I should give you a tour, until my colleagues get here, too. Come with me.”

He let Blaine peek into his dressing room and then took him to see the costumes and the orchestra pit, introducing him to everyone they passed on the way.

By the time Blaine had seen every nook and cranny of the backstage area, the other actors were there to greet him and talk to him.

Blaine was a lot less shy around them than he was around Kurt, and when they all left the theatre to go to the party venue, it felt already as if Blaine was part of the group.

At the party, Kurt introduced Blaine to Rachel as well, and smothered a giggle behind his hand when Blaine treated her as if she were royalty (“It’s such an honour to meet the great Rachel Berry – you are a legend!”) and Rachel lapped it all up.

Rachel and Blaine got on like a house on fire, and Kurt left them to it to go procure some drinks.

When he came back from the bar, Rachel had drifted away to go talk to her off-and-on lover Jesse, and Blaine was talking to one of the musicians about his violin, which was apparently an antique.

“You play the violin?” he asked.

“Well, I haven’t in a while, as I told Ashley, because I need to get round to restringing my violin first, but yes, I do. The piano as well, and drums and guitar.”

“Wow. And you sing so well, too! You should have heard him, Ashley, he sang “Heaven on their Minds” on the radio, and he sounded better than Jesse!”

“Don’t let Jesse hear you say that,” Ashley laughed. “He wouldn’t take it well!”

Kurt handed Blaine a glass of champagne, and offered Ashley the one he’d brought for Rachel. “Cheers!”

A few hours later, he and Blaine were still nursing the same drink and talking their heads off about anything and everything when Rachel turned up again, phone in hand.

“I was just looking on the New York Times website, and it’s weird. Usually around this time, there’s a review already. But this time, not a word from IconicWarbler.”

Blaine’s head shot up, but Rachel didn’t notice, she was too busy scrolling.

“Do you think he didn’t come?” Rachel asked Kurt.

“Oh, he came all right,” Blaine said softly. “He’s just been too… busy to write a review just yet.”

Kurt, who’d had a hunch that Blaine might be IconicWarbler, beamed in satisfaction, and Rachel gasped, “It’s you?”

“It’s me.”

“I love your reviews,” Kurt told Blaine. “They’re always so kind and so supportive. I reread them when I’m having a bad day to get the strength to carry on, and on good days they make me want to strive to become even better. It means the world to me to have you in my corner.”

Blaine took his hand and squeezed it softly. “Always.”

After that, Kurt didn’t stay at the party much longer, and when he left, he took Blaine home with him.

As he explained to Blaine, “I don’t do this, usually. Or ever. But with you, it feels different.”

Blaine nodded. “I know. I feel the same. May I kiss you?”

Kurt threw his arms around Blaine’s neck and pulled him closer until their lips met.

A long moment later, Blaine’s eyes fluttered open and found his, and he whispered, “Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you forever.”

THE END

This is the prompt the story is based on:

Blaine always reviews Kurt's performances in the NYT comments section but uses a nom-de-plume. (Blaine is not a critic--Blaine is in love!) Kurt doesn't know who, but he is also kind of falling for the person giving him such glowing reviews.

#klaine fanfiction #written by me #for honeysucklepink #klaine secret santa gift exchange 2022

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glitchdoesart · 1 year ago

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Any beliefs about the paranormal? Fav colours?

If they had to be represented by an animal, what animal? Do any like musicals? What's the other layers of hell like?

Are any of the gods connected to the characters?

How do they celebrate holidays if they do? What do they do on christmas? Like secret santa, christmas carolling? What about halloween? Any trick or treating, olden day black magic rituals?

Do any believe in things like santa?

Fav tv shows? Do they have interests in other cultural things? Like language?

What's their favourite Halloween monster?

Do they do any family pranks or challenges? Like yk how people on yt fill their rooms with ball pit balls?

If they were to do a prom what suit or dress would they wear and who would win?

What type of person are they at a party?

How do they feel about sleep? Do they forget to sleep or like the nighttime air?

Myth i love you holy shit.

1. Paranormal is normal in their world so they believe except for Connor, he's sheltered

2. Jay's favourite colour is pink, Dee likes blue, Mason likes green, Alex likes light green, Charlie likes dark blue, Mai likes orange, Lyra likes black and purple and Connor loves lavender

3.uhhh i answerd before but I don't remember. I'll reblog with an answer later

4.mason would love musicals watches them all. Dear evan hansen, beetle juice, Heather's ect.

5.the other levels of hell will be a surprise 👀

6.somw gods are connected to the characters, but that's a major plot point. You'll just have to figure it out 👀👀

7. Halloween is celebrated like it is here, except demons hunt humans and Christmas is instead about how the goddess of purity was successful and banished the three kings. It's still pretty similar, presents and decor

8. Charlie loves demon culture but that's jt

9. Mason, Mai and Charlie would all say fnaf characters lmao. Everyone else would like vampires

10. Jay would pull pranks all the time. She'd just leave pink ducks everywhere and it'd drive the others insane

11. Jay would win prom. She'd win by a lot. Mason would be second place. Jay would wear a huge princess dress that's oink, with frills and layers, Mason would wear an amazing suit that he made, it'd have red and black on it with rose designs. Dee would wear whatever Jay wanted. Charlie would wear a dress and suit together. Alex would wear a green fairy dress. Mai would wear a black simple dress. Lyra would wear a suit with goth themes. Connor would wear a lavender dress, Mason would love it

11. Literally all of them hate parties they'd hate to be at one. Mason and Dee would burn the place down

12. Everyone but Mason and Connor sleep fine. They usually stay up together in the garden and relax and talk about life and just be happy together.... (once they stop hating each other)

#hi myth #i love you for this #fixing what the gods cant #FWTGC #Oc #oc story

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i-will-sing-no-requiem · 1 year ago

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Hi!! It's your secret santa. I saw you liked jessie paege- I think you might be the first person ive met who also listened to her! I love her music, its great. What are your favorite songs from your favorite musicals? What's your favorite grishaverse quote?

What's your favorite non-grishaverse book?

happy holidays :)

Hi!

Yeah I first found Jessie Paege on YouTube and then I really liked her music (especially preach is my favourite)

My favourite songs from musicals would probably be: Hamilton - Burn, Dear Theodosia, Satisfied, Dear Evan Hansen - Requiem, Good For You, Only Us Six - All You Wanna Do, Don't Lose Ur Head, Ex-Wives, Get Down 36 Questions - Our Word, Hear Me Out, Reality, Better Version Les Miserables - Javert's Suicide, Come To Me (Fantine's Death), A Little Fall Of Rain, Empty Chairs at Empty Tables

Um, I'm not really sure what my favourite quote is, definitely the writing in the Six of Crows books were the best in my opinion. I really like the whole scene where Inej is climbing the incinerator chute and her internal monologue in all of that, I like the "I will have you without your armour or I will not have you at all" moment. A lot of the Wylan/Jesper moments are really cute, especially the "Maybe I liked your stupid face" scene and the moment after their first kiss when Jesper says that he really hopes they don't die. There are so many others but those are probably the quotes I think about the most often.

My favourite book is actually non-fiction, The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green, but some of my other favourite series/books are the Hunger Games, Percy Jackson, The Book Thief, Simon vs The Homo Sapien's Agenda and Leah on the Offbeat

Happy holidays!

#thanks for the ask!#anon ask #grishaverse xmas #secret santa

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aycief · 7 years ago

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oh shit that’s domestic

happy holidays to @cherryfires !! for the @dearevanhansensecretsanta !

#dear evan hansen secret santa #jared kleinman #evan hansen #kleinsen #dear evan hansen #my art #that mug is jared’s btw #100 #300 #500

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richgoranski · 7 years ago

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Sliding in at the last moment with a secret santa gift for @bbcotaku for the @dearevanhansensecretsanta!! You said you’d be happy just seeing Mike’s face so I figured some Connor Murphy would work for you pal! I hope you had a lovely holiday and hope you like your gift!

#deh #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen secret santa #mike faist #connor murphy #bbcotaku #gifs*#***#i hope you like it!!!! :)

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andiavang · 7 years ago

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Mery Chrysler to @showtoons !!! I hope you like this, if not I can make something else at some point :0!! @dearevanhansensecretsanta

#dearevanhansensecretsanta #dear Evan Hansen secret Santa #dear evan hansen #connor murphy #tree bros #andy arts #gift art

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adriabun · 7 years ago

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“my handmade light up pride hanukkah sweater? TOO MUCH? you hurt me, ev”

happy holidays @jaaredkleinman! this is for the @dearevanhansensecretsanta gift exchange!

#dear evan hansen secret santa #kleinsen #jared kleinman #deh #evan hansen #jaaredkleinman #adriart

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wirtless · 7 years ago

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i fall down, hit the ground . . .

every time you come around . . .

no escaping gravity

i had @andiavang for @dearevanhansensecretsanta !! he asked for tree bros with lyrics from special k by placebo. i thought them sitting in trees by a lake kind of turned evan’s letting go of the tree thing on its head. he falls downs and hits the ground but connor is there to pick him up!!! anyway!!!! i hope you enjoy it & happy holidays!!!!!!!!

#dear evan hansen secret santa #katies art book #andiavang #it was so fun to work on i hope yu have a good day dude!!!!!!!

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certifiedriends · 7 years ago

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Evan’s probs making the three of them tea rn

I hope you like it! @spencertheaspie @dearevanhansensecretsanta

#kleinphy #jared kleinman #connor murphy #dear evan hansen #sincerely three #evan hansen #deh #my art #dear evan hansen secret santa #self harm #selfharm

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propertyline · 7 years ago

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happy holidays @mountin-dew-red!!

there’s a severe lack of zolana art floating around so here are The Gals at prom for your @dearevanhansensecretsanta gift

#dear evan hansen secret santa #mountin-dew-red #dear evan hansen #deh #my art #deh fan art #hhhhh only after i finished this did i think 'huh maybe this should have been xmas themed'#but WHATEVER it's cute and fluffy #and theyre Having a Good Time #galaxy gals #zolana #zoe murphy #alana beck

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theoperaghostsstudent · 7 years ago

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Holiday Traditions (Tree Bros Fanfic)

((Here’s a short fluffy story for you, Victor! Happy Holidays, and I hope you like your gift!))

Dear Evan Hansen Secret Santa Blog: @dearevanhansensecretsanta

Secret Santa Gift Dedicated to: @futuristicallyoriginalmerman

Pairings: Evan x Connor / Connor x Happiness

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The last time it felt like Christmas in the Murphy household in-Connor’s opinion- was when he was 10 years old. He remembers making handmade ornaments out of clay and decorating the tree with his family, drinking eggnog with his dad until his mom found out and took it away, and he remembers sitting by the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa in his hand while he and his sister listened to their mother read “Twas the Night Before Christmas” until they fell asleep right there.

Those were the times Connor long for once more, but things inside his head just seemed to change and he had no idea how to explain that. He guesses that that’s probably the reason why he would act out and get so mad. He’s hoping this year will be better since it’s been almost a year since he started his medications. He himself felt lighter, but the atmosphere around the Murphy’s house hadn’t changed at all. It was always one thing or another with Larry, and there was nothing Zoe or Cynthia could do to calm him down. Connor was just thankful that Ms. Hansen and Evan said he could come over to their house whenever he’d like. Yeah, that’s what he’d do. He’d celebrate Christmas with them!

Connor was already half way to the Hansen house when he received a call.

“Where are you?” he heard Zoe’s voice on the other end when he answered it.

“Driving.” Connor replied, gritting his teeth and taking a deep breath before continuing as he reminded himself that what happened between him and Larry wasn’t her fault. “I think I’m gonna go over to Hansen’s house for the rest of the month and celebrate Christmas there.”

“Christmas? At Evan’s house? Connor, you do know that-”

“I gotta let you go, there’s a cop up ahead and I don’t wanna get caught with the phone, but I’ll text you later.”

“Wait, Connor-”

Connor hung up the phone and drove in silence the rest of the way. Once he arrived and parked, he was surprised to see that Evan and his mom hadn’t put up the lights yet. Maybe he could offer to do it? He always liked doing it when he was younger and he hasn’t done it in a while?

Connor stepped out of the car and his thoughts were interrupted when he noticed the blinds in the living room window move. Soon enough, the door opened to show an eager Evan.

“Con-Connor, what are-are you doing here?” Evan asked as Connor approached the front door.

“Well, it’s almost Christmas and Larry’s already gone bat-shit crazy, so I thought I could maybe spend Christmas here. Is that okay?” He said as he passed Evan in the doorway.

“Uh-well-sure! But-you see, my-my mom and I are-” Evan stopped speaking when he noticed Connor’s eyes had gone wide at all the decorations inside the house. Menorahs here, dreidels there, gelts in the living room, and a rather large sign saying ‘Happy Hannukah’ was hung on the wall.

“-Jewish...” Evan finished. Oh...OH. Well, shit. How had Connor not known?

“Damn, and I had thought it was odd that you didn’t put lights up the day after Thanksgiving.” Connor chuckled a bit, still admiring the decorations of blues, whites, and golds.

“Oh!-We do have these kind of-like dreidel projection type lights-and we put them outside at night and it looks like one of those old Windows XP screen saver-but with dreidels, and yeah-I should-uh-be quiet...now.” Evan rambled on before rushing to a corner and gesturing to it.

“See?” Evan said with a smile. Connor laughed a little. To think he came here to spend Christmas, but it looks like he’s got the religions all mixed up.

Suddenly the fire alarm went off and the smell of smoke filled the room.

“Mom?!” Evan shouted, rushing towards the kitchen. Connor quickly followed and found Evan’s mom, Heidi, coughing and using a place mat to blow away the spoke from something that was burning in a pan of oil.

“I don’t get it-!” Heidi coughed. “I followed your grandma’s recipe, but I still can’t fry these dang latkes.” She coughed again before laughing. She turned and realized that Connor was there.

“Oh, Connor! Welcome home, hun, but you’re gonna have to wait a while since I’ve gotta re-train myself how to make these things before we can eat, but there should be some donuts on the table if you want a snack! Now, the two of you, out of my kitchen!”

“But-but, mom!”

“No buts, Ev! I gotta do it on my own this time or else I’ll never learn and you’ll have to do it every year like you have been lately. Now you and Connor should go play spin the dreidel while I finish up here, okay? Go! Shoo!” Heidi said lovingly as she kicked them out of the kitchen. Did Connor hear right though? She wanted them to play something called ‘spin the dreidel’?

Connor’s heart was practically beating out of his chest. Was this like spin the bottle, but like, the Jewish edition? Did Heidi figure out his crush on Evan and that’s why she was suggesting it?

“Connor? Are-are you coming?” Evan said as he sat himself in front of the coffee table in the living room.

“Y-yeah. What is this game anyway?” Connor said as he sat himself at the opposite end.

“Oh-that’s right-you don’t-don’t know how to play, huh? Well,” Evan said as he lifted one of the dreidels into his hand. “this is a dreidel. There are different-uh-symbols on it like nun, shin, gimmel, and hay.”

“Dude, I have no idea what the fuck any of those things mean.” Evan rolled his eyes.

“I was getting there!” he replied with a smile. Connor now wished he hadn’t picked his hair up into a bun as he felt the blush creep up his neck and into his ears.

“This one means you don’t take any gelts-oh-well, in this case it’s chocolates since we don’t gamble and uh-” Evan cleared his throat before continuing. “anyway, this one means you put a chocolate into the pile, this means you take the entire pile, and this means you take half the pile.” He said as he pointed to every symbol. “Kinda like a Jewish version of poker I guess?” He added.

“You’ve never played poker before, have you?”

“Uh-um-no?” Evan replied with a shy smile. Connor felt a little more at ease at discovering that the game is no where close to spin the bottle, but he did feel slightly disappointed as well.

After playing a few rounds of the game and being told the story behind it, Connor and Evan sat down for some latkes while Heidi told them an overly dramatic version of the story of Hannukah, completed with over the top acted out actions and funny voices for every person mentioned in the story.

Connor laughed harder than he ever had when Heidi picked up the spatula from the latkes to use as a sword in her reenactment and accidentally smacked a wine glass off the table and into a wall. At first he was scared that she was going to get upset, but she simply stopped her story to say “Who put that there?” before shrugging and continuing her tale, sword spatula in hand.

“So what do you normally do during the holidays?” Evan asked Connor after they lit the menorah for the first night.

“Uh, well, there’s Christmas caroling, decorating the house with lights, making Santa some cookies-?”

“You do those things with your family?” Evan asked, confused as to why he was here if those were his family traditions.

“Oh...No, I was just listing a few things people normally do for Christmas. Like, we believe a big, fat man crawls down the chimney to give us gifts and-oh! My mom used to read me ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’ which is a story about Santa. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it or not, but it’s pretty cool.” Connor replied.

“I’ve heard that one before!-Uh-On Dasher, on Prancer, on Donnor, and Blitzen!-Right?” Evan replied happily. Connor sat there wide eyed.

“Wait, I thought you didn’t know that since it’s a Christmas story.”

“Connor, I’m Jewish, but I don’t live under a rock-I mean-! I didn’t want that to come out so mean-I-I just-”

“Hey, it’s okay, Hansen.” Connor laughed. “That’s pretty cool that you know the story.”

“R-really?-Thanks-!” Evan nervously chuckled as a blush crept across his face.

“You okay, Ev?”

“Ye-yeah! Um-would you maybe want to-uh-read the story together? I can make us some hot chocolate and we could read it-or listen to it! They might have a video online or something?-That’s only if you want to of course-!”

“Evan, I’d...I’d actually really like that.” Connor said, grinning ear to ear.

And so Evan made the two of them some hot chocolate and they cozied themselves in under a blanket in the living room while they watched a short animation of the story off of Connor’s phone. Connor couldn’t have been happier making all these new memories with the person who was special to him. Could this night get any better?

Connor’s thoughts were interrupted when he saw something dangling between the two of them out of his peripheral vision. He and Evan both looked up to see a ball of mistletoe hanging from a string that was attached to a rod. Evan and Connor’s faces turned redder than Rudolph’s nose as they saw Heidi swinging it above them.

“Found this at Hobby Lobby this morning and thought I’d buy it just in case! Well, here is the ‘just in case’, so get to it since I’m not getting any younger and neither are my arms.” She laughed. Connor’s heart was beating so fast that he was left frozen until Evan took in a deep breath and pulled him in by the collar of his sweater. Their lips met instantly, with the kiss tasting like the hot chocolate they had just finished drinking before. Connor wrapped his arms around Evan, not wanting to let him go, but of course the time came for exactly that. When they pulled apart, they gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Merry Christmas.” Evan smiled sheepishly.

“Happy Channukah.” Connor said, pronouncing the ‘ch’ sound in the beginning of the word. Evan started to laugh, making Connor confused.

“What?”

“N-nothing! We-we’ll work on it!” Evan laughed.

After all the extra laughing and Heidi putting ‘The Grinch’ on for them to watch before bed, Evan and Connor gather up their pillows and blankets and placed them side by side on the living room floor. They two fell asleep holding the other close.

Before he fell asleep, Connor heard Heidi listening to the story they were watching earlier. His eyes slowly shut as he heard the final lines:

~FIN~

#Hope you liked the story!!#Merry Christmas Victor!!! ^^#dear evan hansen secret santa #Tree bros #connor murphy #evan hansen #tree bros fanfic #deh #dear evan hansen #connor x evan #connor x happiness

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stonermurphy · 7 years ago

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habby holidays @fouradorkableboys!! heres your @dearevanhansensecretsanta pic, I really hope you like it and have a great holiday season and have good luck in the new year!!

#dear evan hansen secret santa #dear evan hansen #deh #tree bros #convan #connor murphy #evan hansen #connor x evan #my art

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save-the-cronch · 7 years ago

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Flowers and Tattoos

Merry Christmas to @trans-space-prince !! I really hope you enjoy this!

This is for the DEH Secret Santa from @dearevanhansensecretsanta

Evan wiped his brow with his sleeve, as soon as he had placed the final load of flowers for a wedding in the buyer’s truck. It had taken all day yesterday to find all the needed flowers and sort them in the order that the bride and groom had asked for. It had only taken half an hour to load the truck.

Once the truck had driven away, Evan walked back inside his mother’s shop and went to the counter to sit on the stool behind the cash register. He didn’t have any orders he needed to work on, so he pulled out his phone and waited for anyone to walk through the doors with any last minute arrangement.

About ten minutes later, Evan looked up at the sound of the bell on top of the door ringing. In walked a tall, lanky boy, around the same age as Evan, twenty-three. He has long brown hair and wore ripped, black, skinny jeans, and a black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a few tattoos littering the boy’s arms.

“Hi! W-welcome to Hansen’s Flowers, how, um, how can I he-help you?” Evan asked, placing his phone into his apron pocket.

“Oh, I was just wondering if I could look at your flowers for references? I work at the tattoo shop two shops down, and I realized that I didn’t have any flowers in my reference book.”

“O-oh! Yes! That’s to-totally fine!” Evan said, beaming at the man in front of him.

“Thanks…”

“Evan.”

“Thanks, Evan. I’m Connor by the way.”

Evan nods at Connor, as the tattooed man makes his way over to the flowers placed on display at the window.

Connor stays in Evan’s shop for half an hour, before he stands up, gives Evan a small wave, and exits the shop. The whole time that Connor was drawing, Evan couldn’t take his eyes off of the long-haired boy. Evan liked how Connor pulled his hair back into a messy bun right before opening his sketchbook. He thought that the tattoos on Connor’s body were beautiful. He admired how Connor was able to concentrate so intensely on his drawing. To Evan, Connor seemed to be that kind of person that had a lot of secrets, and he just needed someone to share those secrets with. For some reason, Evan wanted to be that person.

Two days later Connor showed up in the shop just as Evan was walking out of the back room.

“Hey, Evan, what’s the best way to say ‘congrats on your engagement, I’m sorry for being a bitch when we were in high school, you and Alana totally deserve each other.”

Evan blinks, not completely sure where that came from. “Uh, ye-yeah, one second.” Evan heads off, in search of the perfect flowers for Connor. Five minutes, he returns with plenty of different flowers in his hands. “Okay, so we have red carnations for love and pride, a bunch of daffodils for joy and happiness, yellow roses for a new beginning, and goldenrod for good fortune.”

“Thanks, Evan, these look fantastic.”

Evan smiles at that and goes to wrap the flowers up. “I-if you don’t, um, don’t mind. Who are the-they for?”

“My sister, her wedding is tomorrow, and the rehearsal dinner is tonight, she’s marrying her college roommate, super cheesy, but they are good for each other.”

“That’s ni-nice,” Evan finishes tying a bow around the flowers and then hands them to Connor, “Ten fifty please.”

Connor hands over the money, gives Evan another smile and then leaves with the bouquet in hand.

For the next two months, Connor continuously comes into Evan’s shop. They’ve developed a sort of routine, Evan brings them both drinks in the morning, coffee for Connor and tea for Evan, then during lunch, Connor comes into Evan’s shop to eat with him in the break room, sometimes they go out though. Their shops close at the same time, so occasionally they will grab dinner together, on Wednesdays, Connor comes up to Evan’s apartment, which is just above the shop and where his mother lived before she moved in with her boyfriend, well fiancé now, Kyle Heere. They watch the episode of Survivor that airs, while eating a bunch of stove popped popcorn.

On Saturdays, Evan goes with Connor to his apartment to do a movie night. They order out, and share a pint of ice cream, while watching whatever movie they had randomly selected that night. Usually, Wednesday nights end up with Connor’s head in Evan’s lap, while Evan mindlessly rakes his fingers through Connor’s long hair. On Saturdays, Evan is usually asleep before the movie is even over, his head resting in Connor’s lap, or on his shoulder. Connor always wakes him about ten minutes after the movie ends, prolonging the feeling of Evan sleeping on him.

Both boys wished that this could happen every night. Both boys wish that their friendship was more than that. Both boys wished they could have the courage to tell the other this. Both boys knew it would be awhile before they did.

Six months after they had first met, Connor was sitting on the counter, next to the cash register in the flower shop, when a guy, most likely around his and Evan’s age, walked in the door. He was shorter than Connor, defiantly taller than Evan. He wore glasses, and his hair was a dark brown.

“Yo, Evan!” The guy shouts, completely ignoring Connor, as Connor openly stared at him.

Evan hurried out of the back room, wiping the dirt on his hand, onto his jeans. “Jared, you’re early.”

“I got bored, my class was canceled because the professor is sick. So, I decided to come here early! Obviously, I’m better than just sitting here alone.”

“Jar-Jared, I’m not alone, remember whe-when I mentioned Con-Connor?”

“Yeah? So?”

“That’s Connor.” Evan points to Connor, who was still sitting next to the cash register.

“Oh, hey man,” Jared greets, giving a small wave. “Evan has told me a lot about you, is your hair really as soft as Evan says it is?”

At that comment Evan sends a glare to Jared, as Connor laughs, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“I believe it is, my sister gave me dove shampoo as a joke one year for Christmas, and I liked how it made my hair feel, so I kept buying the stuff.” Connor shrugs his shoulders as he hops off the counter. “Anyway, I should be getting home, Zoe and Alana are coming over for dinner, and since Zoe is pregnant now, she has really weird cravings. I’ve gotta get prepared for that.”

“Al-alright! I’ll see you tomorrow morning, right?” Evan asks, twisting his hands in the hem of his shirt.

“Course Ev.” Connor pulls Evan into a hug, waves at Jared, then leaves the store.

One minute of silence later, Jared turns to the nervous blond haired boy. “Dude, he is so into you. When are you planning on turning those movie nights of yours into date nights?”

“Shut, shut up Jared. He isn’t in-into me.”

“I dunno what planet you’re living on, but Connor is totally in love with you. The way he looked at you is the way my Dad looks at my mom when she’s babbling on about whatever story she’s currently writing.” At Jared’s words, Evan’s face gets as red as a rose. “Look, man, all I’m saying is, if you don’t ask him out soon. You might miss your chance.”

“But How am I su-suppose to do that!” Evan cries out. He’s never asked anyone out, and has only gone on a grand total of three dates. He doesn’t know how he should ask Connor out, much less how to proceed with the date if he even says yes.

“Relax dude, I know exactly how to handle this. Connor seems to be exactly like my sister’s boyfriend, and she asked him out so, we’ll base it off of what she did.”

“Bu-but Jenny is a lot mo-more comfortable around people!”

“And you’re comfortable around Connor. Please Evan, just trust me.”

Evan thinks for a moment. Honestly, he really does want to ask Connor out, and since he has no idea how to do that, Jared could help. He just hopes this doesn’t ruin what he already has with the tattooed-covered boy.

Two days later, as Connor walks into the flower shop, he notices that Evan is in the back room. Connor, deciding that he should sneak up on his friend, quietly walks around the counter, and goes to push open the half-cracked door when he hears Evan on the phone. Initially, he wasn’t going to listen in, but that was before he heard Evan mention his name.

“-Okay, but I’m still nervous. I always am! What if Connor doesn’t like me as more than a friend, and he thinks I’m really creepy, and never wants to talk to me again!”

Connor is a surprised at hearing that Evan likes him, but his happiness soon takes over that surprise, as he shoves the door open, and runs towards a shocked Evan.

“Trust me Ev, if I thought you liking me was creepy, I’d be a huge hypocrite.” Connor pulls back from the hug, smiling down at Evan.

“I, uh, you heard that?”

“Yeah, sorry about that, I didn’t mean to listen in, but I’m glad I did. What do you say we go out to dinner tonight? It’ll be like normal, except this time we call it a date, yeah?”

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

“Perfect,” Connor repeats, as he places a soft kiss on Evan’s cheek.

“And that is how I met your papa.” Connor finishes, placing a soft kiss on Evan’s head, hugging him from behind.”

“Damn dad, why didn’t you wait to see how papa was going to ask you out?” Their daughter, Vivian, asks.

“Well, Viv, I was just too overjoyed by the fact that someone as amazing as your papa liked me, that I just couldn’t wait. Plus, who knows if Ev would have actually followed through with it.”

Vivian and Danny laugh, knowing all too well how nervous their papa can get.

“Hey, I would have asked you out! Eventually, probably with Jared doing most of the work, but it would have happened.” Evan counter reacts, swatting at his husband’s hands that were still placed around his waist. “Now come on, your first day of finals are tomorrow, you need to rest up. Junior year is important.

The teens grumble as they walk down the hall to their respective rooms.

“We did good with them, didn’t we.”

“Yeah, we did.”

Connor turns Evan around in his arms, and leans down to give Evan a slow and soft kiss. Even after being together for twenty years, Evan still feels like a teenager, in lover for the first time, when kissing Connor. He never wants this feeling to go away.

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