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This Week in Gundam Wing 19 October - 14 December 2024

Here’s the roundup for October 19th - December 14th, 2024!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make this next week!

~Mod Hel

So sorry I’ve dropped the ball on this again. V_V

Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@duointherain

https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/767277740072337409/random-gw-chatter

Random GW Chatter

@helenrourke

https://helenrourke.tumblr.com/post/769651571518849024/when-facing-things-we-turn-away-from

Fic idea

@janaverse

Pinch Hit https://www.tumblr.com/janaverse/765593910487695361/fly-boy-in-the-sky

drabble

Bullshit https://www.tumblr.com/janaverse/765991875282976769/bullshit-11012024-it-was-apparent-that-duo

Duo+Heero, drabble

Hopeful https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/768598919050575872/hopeful-so-much-has-changed-in-the-past-four

drabble

@ms-miserable-misery

this is getting ridiculous https://www.tumblr.com/ms-miserable-misery/764772564419641344/day-19-this-is-getting-ridiculous

Day 19

“This is getting ridiculous.” Duo glared over at Heero where he sat at the other side of their office. “You keep staring at me like you want to say something. Out with it!”

@vegalume

Welcome Home https://archiveofourown.org/works/60221575

Gen, M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei & Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei & Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei

General Audiences, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Halloween, Friendship, Ghosts, no beta we die like men, Short and hopefully sweet, English

Roommates with a twist - Written for Halloween 2024

Yoiko

The Hunter https://archiveofourown.org/works/60334918?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_836326342

M/M, Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei, Treize Khushrenada, Zechs Merquise

Mature, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Gundam Legends, Horror, English

Heero had seen hunts go badly before, and lived to tell the tale.

Arts/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@cephalopadre

https://cephalopadre.tumblr.com/post/764744281247383552/mechtober-day-16-duo-maxwell-and-gundam

Duo Maxwell, Deathscythe, fanart

@fionnegan000

https://fionnegan000.tumblr.com/post/766885742733623296/i-just-want-them-to-be-happy

GW Boys with fur, fanart

@ghost-proof

https://ghost-proof.tumblr.com/post/766626952976220160/many-thanks-to-janaverse-for-the-inspiration

Duo/Heero, fanart

https://ghost-proof.tumblr.com/post/765442437028167680

Heero/Duo, fanart

@hyper-girlcrush

https://hyper-girlcrush.tumblr.com/post/767378423002906624/old-trowa-drawings-that-i-made-many-many-years

Trowa Barton, fanart

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/765545408923615232/a-vision

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@katquasar-art

https://www.tumblr.com/katquasar-art/765977311091851264/i-made-this-for-my-boyfriend-because-he-was

Tallgeese the Goose, fanart

@keiko1183

https://keiko1183.tumblr.com/post/765773929031909376/happy-halloween-pt1

GW Boys, halloween, fanart

https://keiko1183.tumblr.com/post/765846116802740224/happy-halloween-pt2

Zechs, halloween, fanart

https://keiko1183.tumblr.com/post/769303953863213056/sketching-adult-quatre

Quatre, fanart

@mio222

https://mio222.tumblr.com/post/769013037619380224/a-kiss-for-duos-braid

Heero/Duo, fanart

@phantomdive022

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/765306174936596480/%E0%B8%A7-%E0%B8%A2%E0%B8%A3-%E0%B8%99%E0%B8%81-%E0%B8%99%E0%B8%94-%E0%B8%A1-%E0%B8%A3-%E0%B8%99%E0%B9%81%E0%B8%81

Duo Maxwell, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/765311185661919232/%E0%B8%94-%E0%B9%82%E0%B8%AD-%E0%B9%80%E0%B8%88-%E0%B8%81-%E0%B9%80%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%A3-%E0%B8%8A-%E0%B8%99-%E0%B8%87%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%99%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%94%E0%B9%80%E0%B8%A5-%E0%B8%99%E0%B8%82%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%87%E0%B8%94-%E0%B9%82%E0%B8%AD-%E0%B8%A1-%E0%B8%99%E0%B8%AD-%E0%B8%81%E0%B9%81%E0%B8%A5-%E0%B8%A7

Duo Maxwell, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/765309682307956736/%E0%B8%A7-%E0%B8%99-%E0%B9%86-%E0%B8%82%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%87%E0%B9%80%E0%B8%AB%E0%B8%A5-%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%A7-%E0%B8%87%E0%B8%9A%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%A2%E0%B8%AA-%E0%B8%8A-%E0%B8%95%E0%B8%95-%E0%B8%87%E0%B8%AA%E0%B8%95%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%A3-%E0%B8%9A%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%A2%E0%B8%AA

Duo, Heero, Trowa, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/765308995745480704/trowa-lady-unes-favorite-boy

Une, Trowa, Nichol, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/768109390766227456/wip-quatre-raberba-winner-ver-nisca-%E0%B8%9E%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%93-%E0%B8%8A%E0%B8%A2

Quatre wip

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/768326837660188672/just-some-%E0%B9%81%E0%B8%81-%E0%B8%81-%E0%B9%81%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%84%E0%B8%99-%E0%B8%8A%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%9A%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%94%E0%B9%81%E0%B8%81-%E0%B8%81-%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%94%E0%B9%80%E0%B8%A5-%E0%B8%99

Trowa wip

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/768326466823946240/wip-again-chang-wufei-%E0%B8%84%E0%B8%A3%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%99-%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%94%E0%B9%80%E0%B8%AE-%E0%B8%A2%E0%B8%AD

WuFei wip

@saykamachuhirik

https://saykamachuhirik.tumblr.com/post/766503731368951808/w

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@seitou

https://seitou.tumblr.com/post/766264619640684544/home-sunlight-sky

Merch Drop! (super late V_V getting it to y’all)

@thaumazomai

https://thaumazomai.tumblr.com/post/769697798360842240/i-just-think-duo-would-absolutely-wear-a-biker

Duo Maxwell, fanart

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@catherinearbour

https://catherinearbour.tumblr.com/post/767451913123971072/santa-sandrock-and-maganac-reindeer-centerpiece

Sandrock and Maganac, photoset

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/764971959190683648/heero-and-the

Heero Yuy, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/765917336880414720/04-dressed-to-kill-1-of-ongoing-secret

Quatre Raberba Winner, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/766086367154487296/gotcha-he-does

Duo/Heero, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/767457346654961664/my-most-precious

Heero Yuy, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/767520034599911425/it-is-more-frogfei-i-wish-i-could-say-i-was

WuFei Chang, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/768318047783141376/small-and-cuddly-this-pose-makes-duo-look

Duo/Heero, Sims, screenshot

@reaper-pro-gamer-ua

https://www.tumblr.com/reaper-pro-gamer-ua/766341370058260480/deathscythe-hell-is-my-favorite-gundam-all-time-in

Deathscythe Hell, gif

@seaofolives

https://seaofolives.tumblr.com/post/764834482972950528/yes-sir-ill-bring-him-home-by-8pm-your-son

Trowa Barton, photoset

https://seaofolives.tumblr.com/post/766589012394868736

Quatre/Trowa, gifset

https://seaofolives.tumblr.com/post/768495348957233152/if-anyone-asks-me-why-i-like-quatre-its-bc-hes

Heero, Quatre, photoset

@vegalume

https://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/769269735984627712/five-golden-boys-in-the-tree-2024

GW Boys Tree decorations, photoset

Head Canons/Meta:

@ikuzeminna

https://www.tumblr.com/ikuzeminna/765803549594615808/is-it-tsubarov-or-tubarov

Name Meta

Fandom Discourse:

@cuteciboulette

½ NaNo Update https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/766255031847649280/12-nano-update

(I like that it can both be read as “half” and as “Heero/Duo”, lol.)

@lifeaftermeteor

https://www.tumblr.com/lifeaftermeteor/767713720363352064/and-lets-be-honest-a-tall-goose-is-quite-a

Tallgeese etymology

@theawfulledges

https://www.tumblr.com/theawfuledges/768721449271918592/i-hate-that-there-are-no-gundam-wing-figures-of

So much this!

Quotes:

@roseunspindle

https://roseunspindle.tumblr.com/post/765931530433576960/a-rap-at-the-door-made-him-pause-as-he-was-about

Heero Yuy, WuFei Chang, Fanfic quote

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompts for Friday, December 20th: https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/769866163850297344/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-december

In need of prompts!

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/730188053636841472/updated-events-calendar

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2024

Getting Closer to the finish line!

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #19 October - 14 December 2024

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wowbright · 1 month ago

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Chapter 18: Busy

Figureskating!Blaine/designer!Kurt Olympics AU for december klaine fanworks challenge. Also on AO3.

You might expect an Olympian at the Olympics to be incredibly busy, but for Blaine’s first few days at Sochi, he didn't have much to do as he waited for the games to start besides unpack, tour the facilities, chitchat in Russian with any Russian who would speak to him, and play foosball in the lounge with Mike and Sam (who had become far less insufferable since the backflip incident).

Blaine wanted to go into Sochi proper and see if he could find any locals to talk to about the effect of all the new construction, but it was an hour drive each way—and even though he didn't have much to do, the few things he did have scheduled were sprinkled throughout the day. He slept a lot and practiced a little and managed to escape the Olympic village with a bunch of teammates long enough to go on a hike in the foothills. The park looked absolutely nothing like Garden of the Gods, but it reminded him of being with Kurt anyway, and he felt an ache in his chest that he simultaneously wished would go away and also wanted to wallow in because it was so new and precious. He snapped a photo of the waterfall and sent it to Kurt with a text that said Wish you were here and then immediately regretted sending such an unoriginal sentiment to such an original person, so then he sent another message saying I ache when I think of you and I love it and wondered if maybe that was too much but whoops he had already sent it.

I might be a bad person was the next message Blaine received from Kurt when he was back in the Olympic village. Blaine wondered if his texts from the park had failed to transmit.

What happened? Blaine asked.

Because I like the fact that you ache. It means I'm not alone in the feeling.

The feeling of missing you? Blaine texted, half flirtatious and half concerned that was what Kurt literally meant.

You’re cute, Kurt texted back. It’s not me that I’m missing. And then, a while later, Sue thinks I'm distracting you.

Ugh. So that’s why she had interfered with Blaine’s last conversation with Kurt in Colorado Springs. Not to talk about costumes or trip logistics. But to— Did she threaten you?

It took a few moments for Kurt to respond. Unsure. Her tone was kind of threatening, and she did say something about punching me in the face if I kept you from medaling, but she also promised to get me a kitty cat I would fall in love with if you didn’t medal. Sue is very confusing.

I'm sorry. It's my fault. It's because I was late to that meeting. But you're not a distraction. At least, not in a bad way. If anything, Kurt was an inspiration. Before Kurt, Blaine had been approaching the Olympics half-heartedly. And then Kurt had shown up, and by the simple act of being himself, he had helped Blaine remember why he had fallen in love with figure skating in the first place. The way Kurt’s eyes lit up when he had a new idea, the way he talked about the process of co-creation inherent in costume design, the obvious joy he felt in bringing a shared vision to life—it reminded Blaine on a visceral level that what he was doing was art, and art could transform lives.

When Blaine had been younger, his dreams had so much bigger than figure skating. He’d wanted to help people through his art. Giving people a respite from their day-to-day struggles by having something beautiful to look at was part of it, of course. But it was more than that. He’d wanted to be a person gay kids who were in the closet and multiracial kids who wondered where they fit in could look to and feel a spark of hope, knowing that there was someone famous and respected who was like them. That's why he wanted to be a champion—not for the bragging rights, but so he could inspire others.

Those feelings had motivated Blaine through most of his career. But recently, he’d lost sight of them. Maybe they got buried under all the dysfunctional stuff with Eli, or maybe it was a natural period of burnout after more than a decade of pushing himself and being pushed. In any case, he had stopped caring about winning. Sure, he told himself that he wanted to win. But deep inside, he had the niggling thought: What did it matter, who got bronze or silver or gold? Every year, the competitions came and went and the medals inevitably ended up with somebody. Why should he care if he was one of them?

Those doubts had haunted his performance in the seasons prior to the Olympics. The only thing that had kept him going was the challenge of adding more rotations to his jumps and trying to make the odd new spin combinations Sue kept coming up with work. In retrospect, it was a miracle he had medaled at all, and even more of a miracle he was now here in Sochi. Sam had been right about one thing. Blaine hadn't earned his place on the team. He was a second stringer who made it to the top three only by dint of someone more deserving getting injured. And even after his place had been secured, even with Sue doing every weird thing she could think of to motivate him, even after designing programs with the goal of reviving the energy and focus of his younger days—even with all that, he’d kept thinking that maybe it was his time to fade into the background and let the likes of Sam Evans and Yuzuru Hanyu take over the sport.

And then Kurt had shown up and put Blaine back in touch with his heart.

In those private moments in the costume room, they had talked about the boycotts and the media frenzy and how fatiguing it was sometimes, wondering if there would ever come a day when politicians who were failing to address the real problems affecting their constituencies would stop using random minorities as scapegoats. It was all so impersonal and calculating, and yet the effects of it were deeply personal, transforming real people's lives, making it harder to live and breathe and just get by in the day-to-day, much less to find happiness.

But somehow, Blaine was finding happiness anyway. He wanted to help others find it, too. It was the most beautiful sort of defiance, to live and love and create in a world that wanted you to believe you were nothing.

You inspire me to be better, Kurt. I don't know how I would do this without you.

You've done it plenty of times before without me.

No, I haven't. This time is different.

How?

Blaine wasn't sure how to distill it into words that would fit on a phone screen. Because I'm different and the world is different. It's about something much bigger than me.

I think I get it, Kurt texted. I'm glad I can be there for you. I want to be.

~~~

If anyone was a distraction Sue should be worried about, it was Cooper. Before that interview at the Olympic Training Center and every day after, Cooper had bombarded Blaine with messages like Whenever you want to make a public statement I'm ready. And even though Blaine deleted every one of them, he couldn't delete the pain of receiving them. But Cooper was so single minded. He put his entire identity into his work. When he'd been in the NHL, everything was always about the NHL. And now that he was sportscaster, it was all about that.

ButAll Blaine wanted from his brother was for him to be like other people's brothers, sending him stupid texts about the latest episode of Homeland or his obsession with playing The Last of Us or even, you know, wishing him good luck.

Blaine wanted to believe that Cooper meant well. That this was his way of reaching out and saying I see you, but I don't know how to have a conversation that does not tie back to my identity as a media figure, so even my best efforts at communicating with you in a supportive manner will be couched in those terms.

That’s how Cooper’s support had always been packaged. Back when Blaine had decided to come out publicly, Cooper had run interference with their parents. “Of course we support you, Blaine,” his mother had said. “But what you do in private should stay private. You know, you should talk to Brian Boitano before you do anything rash. There’s a reason he never came out publicly. It would have ruined his career.”

But Cooper, who had already been in the public eye for nearly a decade at that point, had used his career in the NHL to persuade their parents to support Blaine. If he didn't come out, Cooper explained, he would be plagued with incessant questions about if he was dating and who was his girlfriend, and he wouldn't be able to answer any of them honestly. And since Blaine was absolutely terrible at lying, the public would know he was lying, opening him up to rumors and speculation and scandal. If Blaine wasn't keeping any secrets, he wouldn't have to worry about any of those things.

Blaine shouldn’t look askance at that. It was the right thing to say to their parents. They wouldn't have been persuaded by emotional appeals or arguments about integrity and being true to yourself. Blaine had already tried those. And to be fair to Cooper, sometimes he actually could say something nice and supportive without referring back to himself. After that taxing conversation with their parents, Cooper had said privately to Blaine, “I'm so sorry our parents are like this. I can't imagine what it’s like for you. But I’m glad you’re my brother. Our parents need to stop being such homophobes. They should be proud of you for who you are, not just your skating. I am.”

And Blaine had thought Cooper was being a little harsh, because their parents weren't virulent homophobes; they were the milder kind, the kind that could have gay friends and be fine with it, but for whom having a gay son was inconvenient and disturbing because it upended their expectations for a daughter-in-law and grandchildren and heteronormative Christmas photos. They we're proud of him in their own way. But also, they would have preferred him to be more like Cooper.

But Cooper didn't need Blaine to be like Cooper. So Blaine had cried and Cooper had hugged him, and even Cooper cried a little, and Blaine hadn't felt this close to his older brother since Cooper first taught him how to skate.

Blaine wanted to believe that Cooper was trying to be supportive again, to offer Blaine the opportunity to say what was on his mind publicly so that it didn't seep out in unproductive ways. But what could Blaine say that would make a difference? His teammate Ashley Wagner had already told the Today show “it’s horrible the treatment the LGBT community gets in Russia,’’ and Brian Boitano had finally come out and been appointed by President Obama to the U.S. presidential Olympic delegation along with already-out Billie Jean king and Caitlin Caho. Weren't those pretty big statements in themselves? Blaine didn't know what words he could add. Maybe the biggest F-you he could give to Putin would be winning the gold.

The day Kurt was supposed to arrive in Sochi but didn’t because his flight was delayed, Cooper texted, You speaking up could help people.

If Kurt had been there—if Blaine had picked him up at the airport that morning and Blaine had sat contentedly in the corner of his hotel room as he unpacked and they had gone to lunch and then for a walk along the Black Sea—Blaine would have had someone to talk with about this. Sure, there was Mike, but he had his own pressures to deal with right now. And there was Sebastian, but they didn't really talk about this kind of thing. But with Kurt, Blaine felt like he could talk about anything, even the parts of himself he was unsure about and didn't understand.

It shouldn't only be that way with Kurt. Family was supposed to be like that, too.

This time, Blaine didn't delete the text. He texted back, You know what would help? If I could talk to you without it turning into a story. I want you to be my brother, not my interviewer. If you can't do that, stop messaging me.

~~~

That night, Blaine woke up only a couple hours after going to bed. He’d been dreaming about being with Kurt in the Garden of the Gods, only in this dream it was summer and warm, and sometimes the sunset shone through the rocks, lighting everything up in pink and orange, and sometimes it was night and the Aurora Borealis illuminated the dark with dazzling streaks of green and purple. Kurt had on short sleeves and an ascot—a tantalizing blend of skin revealed and hidden—and they were holding hands, and Kurt said something that made Blaine’s heart ache in that increasingly familiar, delicious way, and Blaine ran his fingers over the Kurt’s forearm and Kurt smiled and Blaine's heart overflowed and he said, “This is my home, Kurt,” and Kurt understood exactly what he meant.

Blaine lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The curtains were flimsy, letting plenty of light into the room and Blaine’s eyes now that he had pulled his sleeping mask off. Inside him, another long-buried dream was awakening. Once upon a time, Blaine had dreamt of sharing his life with someone—really sharing his life, not just his bed and his body, but his hopes and aspirations, too. He’d dreamt of having a husband and creating a home that would nurture them both, a sanctuary where they could explore life together and bring out the best in each other, where every day Blaine would discover something new about himself and also be challenged to look beyond himself as he learned to understand the world through another person's eyes.

He'd gotten glimpses of that in some of his relationships. As a teenager falling in love for the first time, he’d been so open and generous and naïve. But with each breakup, he’d pulled his armor a little tighter around himself, always holding something back because he knew he would eventually get hurt, and the blows would cause less harm than if he never revealed the parts of himself that were vulnerable.

Around Kurt, Blaine didn't feel a need for armor. He wanted Kurt to see and know everything. And sure, that was risky.

But this time, with this person, it would hurt more to never take the risk.

Blaine lay in bed for ten minutes, maybe twenty, listening to Mike snore and thinking about Kurt, before realizing he was not going to fall back asleep anytime soon. His body was convinced it was early afternoon, and Blaine didn't feel like fighting it. It wasn't like he had to go to bed early and get up early like he did back in the U.S., anyway. All his slots were scheduled for late afternoon or evening. As long as he was adjusted enough to feel awake and revived for those, it wouldn't matter if he slept when it was dark or light.

Besides, Blaine had something better to do than sleep.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, tiptoed into the bathroom, and shut the door. It was a nice bathroom, with walls covered floor to ceiling in large twenty- by forty-centimeter tiles like you’d find in a fancy hotel—way more posh than Blaine had ever seen in a normal Russian apartment. He wondered if the people who’d been kicked out of their homes to make way for the Olympic complex would move in here after the games were over, or if the luxe bathrooms would go empty and unused while people who could benefit from them languished in substandard housing.

Blaine hated the Olympics sometimes.

He checked his phone to see if Kurt’s final plane had landed in Sochi yet. No. It was still in the air, and with customs, he likely wouldn't arrive at his hotel for another couple hours at least.

Which gave Blaine time.

He composed a text.

Sebastian, I have an idea.

~~~

“Before you check in, I have good news and bad news,” Sebastian said when Kurt stepped into the lobby with his customs-cleared luggage and the strong desire to take his travel frustrations out on someone. He just wanted to see Blaine. And obviously he’d known Blaine wasn't going to be here because it was the middle of the night, and that was completely logical, especially because they weren't even technically boyfriends or anything yet, and Kurt hadn’t even known Blaine a few weeks ago so really he should be able to survive just fine another day without him, but also Blaine made everything lighter and better and more joyful and …

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Kurt said. He figured whatever the bad news was, it couldn't be that bad: Blaine was alive and healthy; they'd been sending each other flirty and suggestive texts about their mutual versatility just minutes before when Kurt had still been in taxi. “Why are you even awake?”

“I'm awake because I love the nightlife, and I like to boogie. Also, it can’t wait. You’re staying in my room.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Well, it's a suite, technically. One door, two rooms. I'm being nice and giving you the bedroom with the door that actually closes.”

That was better than sharing a single room, or much worse, a bed. As long as the sheets had been changed since Sebastian had last used them. But— “I've been through four different airports in two days and you probably thought I was thrilled to be rerouted through Charles de Gaulle since I actually speak French, but in Munich they have sleeping pods you can rent, where in Paris it was just benches or the floor, and I missed my flight in Belgrade and the next one was late and they made me go through customs just so I could go to a hotel and shower and sleep in an actual bed for a few hours, and I’m starting to get a tiny grasp on Cyrillic but that doesn't really help when I don't actually know what any of the words mean, and I tried to sleep some more on the airplane to get adjusted to the new time zone but the turbulence was insane and also the person next to me was eating cayenne covered edamame even though they clearly couldn't handle the heat because they coughed every single time they swallowed and kept asking the flight attendant for more milk and water, so of course every time the seat belt lights went off they were climbing over me to get to the bathroom, seriously I don't understand how a four-hour flight can be so miserable but I hate people and I hate everyone and I'm supposed to have my own room.”

Sebastian smiled. He smiled. As if Kurt’s irritation was amusing. “Look, I'm not thrilled about this either. But somehow among the most expensive Olympic preparations the world has ever known, somebody forgot that the media would need housing too. All the hotels are overbooked. They gave your room to somebody else when you were flying over the Atlantic.”

“Fuck me.”

“No. But that brings me to the good news. Turn around.”

“Oh, yippee. A bar. I don't want a drink, Sebastian, I want— Blaine!"

Blaine was there, in the bar, smiling at him. Blaine. With his sparkling eyes and his hair that Kurt longed to touch and his beauty and kindness and generosity. He was real and physical and here. Kurt forgot that he hated everyone in the world and just wanted to be alone—or rather, a switch flicked inside of him and he no longer felt that way, because Blaine was a person and Blaine was beautiful and Kurt wanted to be with him. He abandoned his suitcase with the still-chattering Sebastian and almost ran across the lobby, his heart pounding from nerves and excitement and something that felt an awful lot like love and probably, in fact, was. No, not probably. Kurt had already known falling in love with Blaine would be inevitable. Here it was.

“Care to join me?” Blaine said, his expression radiant with hope and a little shyness. “I know you've had a long trip, so if not—”

“Of course I do,” Kurt said, sitting across the two-person table from Blaine and touching his shoe to Blaine’s. “It’s been too long.”

“Ahem.” That was Sebastian, holding on to Kurt’s suitcase and setting a keycard on the table. “I'm going back to the room for a minute anyway, so I guess I'll deliver your luggage there, Mr. Hummel. And then I'll be going out for a few hours. You know, in case that information is relevant to you.”

Blaine turned pink. It was precious. “Sebastian, you don't have to—”

“I have a life too, you know. I’ve made plans. The dance scene here is off the chain. The snowboarders know how to party, unlike some Olympians I know. Da svidania, boys.”

And then Sebastian was gone, and it was just the two of them, and Kurt wasn’t tired anymore.

#Figureskating!Blaine/designer!Kurt Olympics AU #wowbright writes fic #december klaine fanworks challenge 2024 #day 14: busy #klaine fanfiction #my klaine advent

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