#drunk!klaine

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Any fics where one of them gets extremely drunk and does stupid things? I read (b)romance by klaineanummel and loved it sm. Any similar fics? Thank you very much and have a great day.

Here's a previous post with drunk Klaine stories, and some more! ~Jen

‘Til I’m Screamin’ For More by @caramelcoffeeaddict

College friends!Klaine get drunk, talk about sex, and jerk off together. ((thanks to the lovely ladies running the GPM tumblr for the summary!))

(title comes from the song “Talk Dirty To Me” by Poison)

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My heart, it pounds yeah, you got me by nineofhearts4

Kurt gets drunk and records a TikTok entitled “Guys I Had A Crush On In High School”, in which he talks about, rates, and shows pictures of his various crushes— embarrassing, unrequited, and otherwise — thinking he set it to friends only or private. When he wakes up the next day, he has a flood of notifications that prove otherwise, a hangover, and a text from Blaine Anderson. The longest part of Kurt’s now viral video.

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Drunk on You by @flamingmuse

It takes Kurt three times to fit his key in the lock of the apartment’s door, partly because Blaine is swaying heavily against his side, a warm, drunk weight keeping him off-balance, and partly because the alcohol in his own system is making the lock swim just enough in the plane of the door that he can’t quite catch it.

Bushwick futurefic, set within the next year or so, after Blaine’s graduation, no spoilers past 5x03

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Drunk on You by @flowerfan2

Part of a series of “Season 7” ficlets that look at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.

This is the one with the vodka.

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Kurt and Blaine wake up married by @seeroftodayandtomorrow

A drunk marriage in Vegas, a divorce temporarily out of the question and his new husband someone he’s been a fan of forever: Blaine Anderson’s week just got a lot more exciting. If only he wasn’t still so hung up on his ex…

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I wanna sex you by @spaceorphan18

Klaine- "How was I supposed to know sexy striptease was going to be hazardous"

[letgomypartypiece]

PLEASE LORD HAVE MERCY IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS RN

[mynonah]

"WE. ARE. MARRIED!! WEEEEEHEEEE"

"Aren't you bored of this yet?" "We just got married a few hours ago, Kurt." "What...? Not the marriage, silly, THIS." "You said I could do it." "Yeah, of course, but that was 20 minutes ago." "HE SAID YES!!" "I said yes 1,5 years ago, sweetheart. You should also shout that out to the universe so people don't think we were just that drunk last night." "HE SAID YES 1,5 YEARS AGO AND NOW WE'RE MARRIED!" "Wow, I was just kidding, but okay..." "WE JUST GOT MARRIED!!" "They know. Trust me. Everyone knows. It's literally written all over us." "WE ARE MARRIED!!" "You're crazy, you know that, right? This is insane." "But you love me." "I do, honey. That's why I married you. Now, would you come back here, please, sit down and---" "HE. MARRIED. MEEE!!!" "Oh, God... It's going to be an extraordinarily long journey." "Yep. I plan it to last forever."

[cryscendo]

Hi how about „things you said when you were drunk“ 🤭

tysm for the prompt! i decided to make this during “blame it on the alcohol”, in a possible scenario that could’ve happened once kurt took a drunken blaine back to his house. hope you enjoy !!

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson

Rating: G

Word Count: 1014

Prompt: 11 - things you said when you were drunk

if you would like to send me a prompt, you can do so here!

fic can be read under the cut <3

The effort it took to haul Blaine up to his bedroom was far from an easy task. He was entirely inebriated and as a consequence, terribly unstable on his feet. There was a moment where Kurt was fully convinced that Blaine was going to accidentally fall down the stairs, but somehow they made it — and they didn’t even wake his dad, thank god.

When Blaine spoke, it was entirely too loud. “I can’t believe how-”

“Shhh!” Kurt corrected urgently. “My family is asleep, remember?”

“Right, sorry!” Blaine whisper-shouted, and Kurt supposed it was better than nothing. “I can’t believe how fun that was.” Kurt got them both into his bedroom, softly closing the door behind them in hopes that the barrier would muffle most of Blaine’s giddy chattering. “Did you see my duet with Rachel?”

“Yep. It sure was a duet,” Kurt replied and he could admit quietly to himself that he was bitter. It didn’t matter that Rachel was drunk; she knew that Kurt liked Blaine. It wasn’t a secret by any stretch. So for her to kiss him like she had and then sing with him afterwards, it felt a bit like betrayal.

Blaine leaned into Kurt happily, blissfully unaware of Kurt’s slightly sour mood. “God, she really is talented, huh?” He praised and Kurt couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Oh yeah, she’s brilliant,” he replied sarcastically, most definitely not bitter. Kurt helped Blaine until he was seated on the foot of the bed. There was no way that Kurt was successfully going to be able to get Blaine into sleepwear, he realized upon looking over Blaine’s disheveled form. His burgundy cardigan sat on him messily and his curls had all but escaped the confines of its gel. The best thing he could do was just let Blaine go to sleep as he was.

Plus, if he focused on that, it would serve better to distract him from the fact that Blaine Anderson was in his bedroom. His very obvious crush. On his bed.

He was also shit-faced drunk. And had just kissed Rachel Berry about an hour before. That was decidedly less sexy.

“Alright, loverboy, you need some sleep.” Kurt helped Blaine out of his shoes and urged him up to where his head was resting on the pillows.

“You seem upset,” Blaine acknowledged and Kurt was met with the saddest, wettest eyes that he’d ever seen Blaine manage. “Why are you upset?”

“I’m not upset. Just a little annoyed that I’m having to babysit you.” Well, that was at least somewhat true.

“No, you’re definitely upset…” Blaine argued with a bit of drunken hurt in his voice. “Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?”

“You’re fine, Blaine,” he stated. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Not at all, but certainly not while Blaine was drunk.

Blaine gasped then, as if coming to some sort of realization, and sat up in bed. “Is this about Rachel? Are you mad that I kissed her?”

“Blaine. You’re drunk. This is not the time to talk about this.” Kurt pulled the covers up over Blaine’s chest, hovering over him to meet his gaze. “So go to bed. You’re probably going to be hungover in the morning.”

It was then that Blaine reached up and held Kurt’s face in his hands. The gesture caught Kurt off guard and it was all he could do stare at Blaine with a wide-eyed, stunned look. Blaine, however, did not seem to register Kurt’s shock as he began to ramble. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, Kurt.”

“Blaine, seriously, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not fine!” Blaine interjected a bit too loudly. Kurt immediately shushed him and pulled Blaine’s hands away from his face. He looked towards his closed door for a moment, waiting in nervous anticipation for someone to open it to find out what all the noise was. When nobody came, Kurt was able to relax just a fraction. He opted to hold Blaine’s hands instead since the boy was feeling particularly touchy tonight, and returned his attention to him.

“It’s not fine,” Blaine continued, quieter this time. “I shouldn’t have kissed Rachel in front of you, especially when I know that you have a crush on me.”

“Blaine, we really don’t need to talk about this-”

“Lemme finish! Y’know I would’ve kissed you too, right?” Blaine stated through slightly slurred speech and—

Wait. What?

“You’re so nice to me and handsome and I would’ve kissed you. But you’re also my best friend and I don’t wanna mess things up with my best friend ‘cause I’ve like, never dated anyone before. And I don’t want us to end up like how things did with Jeremiah ‘cause that was like, super embarrassing. So I can’t date you even though you want me too and I kinda want to ‘cause you’re my best friend and it would be so sucky if I screwed that up.”

While it was certainly a bit of word vomit on Blaine’s end, Kurt still thought that he understood what Blaine was getting at. And at its most basic level, Kurt already knew that this was Blaine’s sentiment. He liked the friendship that he and Kurt had and really didn’t want to jeopardize that.

However, listening to Blaine now, pouring his (albeit drunken) feelings out to Kurt like this felt much more honest and raw. And with it being past midnight and with him just watching Blaine hang all over Rachel for two hours, it was all too much. Blaine was all too much.

“Go to bed, Blaine,” is what he decided to say in response.

Blaine pouted, but didn’t argue. “Fine, but only ‘cause my room is spinning and closing my eyes makes it stop.” He laid back down on the pillows then and Kurt let out a sigh of relief. Blaine yawned, getting comfortable beneath the covers. “We’re gonna talk ‘bout this tomorrow, though.”

“You probably won’t even remember this by tomorrow,” Kurt replied, but Blaine was already asleep.

God, he hoped that Blaine wouldn’t remember this tomorrow.

[esilher]

« I think it's time for you to take me out this club And we don't need to use our words Wanna see what's underneath that T-shirt »

Kylie Minogue - Padam Padam

[whyamiagleek]

nothing can compare to the hug in The Box™️ scene

[bitbybitwrites]

Helloooooo folks . . I haven't done one of these in a LONG time, I know. Summer - into September - kept me busy with helping a friend out with a (non writing related) project. So I haven't been doing much . . .

Well, now I'm playing MAJOR catch up with everything that got pushed aside while I was busy with other things. That does include writing!

I will admit, have hit a bit of writing block . . and maaaaybe (ok, most definitely) have also been totally engrossed in reading all those #kinktober / #flufftober / #angstober /#klainetober fics you talented folks have been posting!

(I'm soooo now wanting to try my hand at kinktober, but will admit I am highly intimidated.)

For any Klaine readers, I did post Chapter 28 of my epic: If I Can Make Your Heart My Home.

And below the cut, I'll have a couple of Klaine and RWRB snippets I have managed lately for you.

Thanks as always to these lovely folks for tagging me and thinking of me for WIP Wednesday and Six/Seven/Some Sentence Sundays lately ( if I missed anyone, I'm sorry!):

@sophie1973 , @porcelainmortal, @onthewaytosomewhere, @forabeatofadrum, @iboatedhere

@thesleepyskipper, @seths-rogens, @priincebutt @thighzp, @alasse9 @thinkof-england

@caterpills @taste-thewaste @tinyarmedtrex @14carrotghoul

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First off, I have not forgotten my RWRB fic, Puppy Love . . I'm working on the next chapter, a snippet for you:

“Haz.” “Haz. .  .” “Pssst . . . Haz . . .” A crumpled piece of paper  collided with Henry’s forehead and plopped unceremoniously onto the desk before him., knocking him back into the present moment. “I’m sorry, what?” Henry asked. Pez snorted as he looked at his best friend.  David had just jumped up onto Pez’ lap, licking his face excitedly.  “Can you believe this, David, dear boy, “ Pez asked the beagle.  “I’m being ignored.  Your father’s ignoring me.  Me!” Henry rolled his eyes as he resumed scanning the financial paperwork in front of him.  “You are impossible.” Pez continued to ignore Henry as he continued his conversation with the eager pup.  “David, I feel that you would understand.   You see, your father’s obsession . .” “I’m not obsessed with Alex!” “Case in point, “ said Pez, grinning at David, who snuggled further into his arms.  “I did not bring up your handsome doctor’s name . . yet your father knew EXACTLY who I was talking about by inference alone.” Henry huffed and tried once again to focus on the mind numbingly boring paperwork in front of him.  Though the mention of Alex’s name, did bring the vet to mind . . . again.  His beautiful eyes, those dark curls that Henry was longing to run his fingers through again . . those hands.  Henry shivered thinking all about what he saw those hands do during their last video call. Another crumpled sheet of paper smacked him in the chest. “Obsessed.” Pez reiterated with a pointed look to his best friend.  “You are obsessed, my darling.  You might as well admit it.” “Am not!” “Infatuated, then . .” “That’s practically the same thing . . and as I had mentioned before . . I am not.” “Are too.” “Am not." "Are toooooo . . ." "Are we really going to stoop to this?” Pez smirked.  “Oh, but it’s so much fun to see you this flustered over a boy.”

Here's a little thing I am trying to write for the first week of Klainetober prompt:

Clutching a red Solo cup filled with some god knows what potent alcoholic concoction, Blaine slowly worked his way through the room, stopping to say hello to a few students he recognized from class, but mostly admiring the handiwork and imaginative costumes many folks had come up with. He was just about to go up to a young woman who had amazingly crocheted an entire King Bowser costume when he was jostled by a roaming drunk band of actors in Hamilton outfits, reenacting one of the numbers from the show.  Blaine cursed under his breath as he lost his footing and stumbled into someone behind him. Blaine’s hand had jerked upward as he fell to the ground, causing the contents of his cup to fly into the air and land on him and his unsuspecting victim behind him. “Hey, what the hell?!” a voice behind him shrieked. Blaine struggled to pull his cape off of his head, which had fallen there as he took his embarrassing spill to the floor.  Once he did, he found himself staring upwards at the most beautiful man on earth.  Who was extremely pissed off. And dripping wet. “Oh, my god,” Blaine said as he quickly got to his feet , nearly slipping in the puddle of his drink and falling down once again.  “Oh my god.  I am . .I am so . .so sorry.  I didn’t mean to . . . I swear those guys . .  .” “Are assholes!” The beautiful stranger yelled off in the direction of the roving drunken students many of whom laughed out loud and threw both Blaine and him the middle finger. Desperate to make things right, Blaine (ever the fix-it guy) began taking the edge of his cape and using it to pat dry the other man gingerly.  The stranger was dressed in a very form fitting black shimmery body suit that hugged every inch of what appeared to be a lithe, trim figure.  A gold belt rested low on his hips, accentuating the stranger’s shoulder to waist ratio.  A necklace of golden medallion sat upon his chest and in his upswept chestnut hair peeked a pair of black cat ears.  Leather knee-high, lace up boots and a menacing black leather whip finished off the ensemble. It was both electrifyingly sexy and intimidating at the same time.

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That's all I've got at the moment, folks . . .

Going to tag the following people in case they want to share anything they are currently working on ( writing, art . . etc . .):

@spaceorphan18 @sparklepocalypse @wowbright @hkvoyage @myheartalivewrites

@mynonah @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @justgleekout @datshitrandom @itsmaybitheway

@coffeegleek @mossy-fae @daisyishedwig @annepi-blog

And open tag for anyone who wants to share!

[nerdywriter65]

Written for day one of the Klaine Valentines day challenge! Just a short little fluffy kinda sexy married!klaine one-shot. I'm not sure if it really matches the prompt, but it was fun to write. See you all tomorrow for another one-shot! 💜

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The music was pounding in Kurt's ears, and Blaine had disappeared into the crowd to get them both another drink, leaving Kurt alone on the outskirts of the dance floor. He wasn't drunk, but rather pleasantly tipsy, and he was enjoying it. 

"Hey, stranger," Blaine says loud enough to be heard over the pounding music, pressing a cold drink into Kurt's hand. 

"Hey yourself," was Kurt's response, taking a sip from his drink, and wincing slightly at the burn of the alcohol on his throat, "is this one stronger?"

"Nah, you're just drunk," was Blaine's response, a sloppy grin on his face. Blaine looked absolutely stunning tonight, his hair loose and wild, and his long sleeved dress shirt rolled up past his forearms.

"I'm not drunk," Kurt argued, sipping from his drink again, "just pleasantly tipsy," Blaine laughed, stepping further into Kurt's space, close enough Kurt could feel his breath on his face. He'd assumed Blaine was going to kiss him, but instead the younger man just smiled in a way that made Kurt's heart skip a beat. He'd never understand how Blaine managed to have such power over him, they'd been married for three years now, and together for even longer, but all Blaine had to do was smile, and Kurt was done for. 

"You look amazing tonight," Blaine breathed, before finally giving in, and they kissed, deep and passionate, Kurt's free hand grabbing Blaine's waist, while Blaine's wrapped around his neck, and it was wonderful.

 "You smell good," Kurt murmured when they broke the kiss, and Blaine didn't reply, instead pulling away enough to take a long sip of hia drink. 

"You're staring, honey," Blaine teased, and Kurt shrugged shamelessly.

"You're gorgeous, I'm pretty sure it's fair," was Kurt's casual response, and he watched Blaine's eyes light up with a praise.

Soon enough, their drinks were finished, their glasses taken away by a server, and as soon as their drinks were taken, Blaine had his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him in close. Dancing with his husband was electric, the music pounding in their ears, and the feel of Blaine's racing heart against his own made it seem as if no one else was there, despite them both knowing perfectly well how many people were around them. At some point, dancing turned into seeing how subtly they could grope the other's ass, which turned into Blaine sucking hickies onto Kurt's neck, and eventually turned into their hips grinding against each other in search of some friction to relieve the tension.

"We should go home," Blaine panted into Kurt's ear, and hos voice sent shivers down Kurt's spine. 

"Yeah?" Kurt asked, his mind buzzing with alcohol and arousal.

"Yeah," Blaine replied, and before Kurt knew it he was being pulled through the crowd and out of the club into the chilly New York air. Unfortunately, the cold was rather sobering, his mind clearing a little more than he would've liked. Blaine stepped back into his space, and he once again expected a kiss, before he watched realization wash over Blaine's face. The same realization that used to cross their faces in high school when they desperately wanted to kiss, but realized that in public, it wasn't always the smartest thing for them to do. So instead, just like he had in high school, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, as a promise of what was to come. And with that, they wordlessly walked to their apartment. 

Kurt had barely gotten the door locked behind him before Blaine had him pressed against the wall, kissing deeply and messily.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed, and Kurt shivered. He loved the way his name sounded on Blaine's lips. Blaine kissed him again, and he tasted of the fruity cocktail he'd been drinking, and something else that was so distinctively Blaine that Kurt could hardly breathe. 

"I love you so fucking much," Kurt murmured between kisses, breathlessly tangling his hands in Blaine's hair. Blaine pulled him impossibly closer, their chests pressed together, and Kurt could feel Blaine's heart racing. 

"Love you more," Blaine replied, mouthing at Kurt's jawline.

"Bedroom?" Kurt suggested, and Blaine nodded.

Half an hour later, they lay on their sides, face to face, and wonderfully satisfied.

"We're good at that," Blaine said, reaching over and taking Kurt's hand in his own. Kurt laughed, squeezing Blaine's hand lightly.

"I'm so in love with you," Kurt murmured, and Blaine smiled warmly.

"And I'm so in love with you," he promised before kissing him deeply. Eventually, they'd pull themselves from the warmth of their bed, and shower, before pulling on some ratty pajamas, and falling asleep in each other's arms, but for now, Kurt was perfectly content to stay here, curled up in Blaine's arms. 

[spaceorphan18]

Okay. So. Instead of going to bed, I need to talk about this.

This is my own post -- reblogging a funny lgbt+ themed post that includes a joke about bears.

And I started looking at the recommended posts -- like, if you like my reblog of this, you should check out these other things I've posted/reblogged. And... this collection is wild. Like, so wild.

(Left to Right/Top to Bottom)

A) A reblog about bears and the Artic/Antarctic; Okay, so while not at all the same thing, I get why tumblr might think it is. That... kind of makes sense?

B) Scenes from the improv show Whose Line Is It Anyway; I mean, there are some animal references here? Okay, getting further away...

C) An answered ask from years ago from @honeysucklepink having to do with football Klaine prompts. Maybe it's relating to sports bears??

Alright, so now we're really going to lose the plot.

D) It's just a small post about me enjoying Season 2 Colin Bridgerton. Idk guys. I've got nothing here. I guess draw your own conclusions?

E) My book review of Chris Colfer's Stranger Than Fanfiction. Um. I don't know. Nothing in this post relates to the above.

F) A reblog of the first Todaydreambelievers Rewatch post for the Glee Pilot. From ten-ish years ago. That's it. That's the whole post.

G) @snarkyhag's post for my 34th birthday. ... 7 years ago. Yup. Sure. Why not.

H) Klaine as ridiculous romance covers. I probably should reblog that. It's hilarious.

I) Meta commentary on Dave Karofsky being a bear. Ding Ding Ding -- congrats, tumblr, you got one actually right. :D

No, none of these posts have that many notes on them (except the Whose Line thing and the Klaine romance covers that are not mine) It's just a random collection. It's so bonkers.

Tumblr go home, you're drunk tonight.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Are there any fics with one of them really vocal in bed and not just like dirty talk cause dirty talk is great but I mean like moaning really loud or screaming or something? :)

I could suggest our PWP tag as a starter, or possibly the drunk! tags as a lot of noise can happen then. Do the readers have any recommdations? ~Jen

Drunk on You by flaming_muse

It takes Kurt three times to fit his key in the lock of the apartment’s door, partly because Blaine is swaying heavily against his side, a warm, drunk weight keeping him off-balance, and partly because the alcohol in his own system is making the lock swim just enough in the plane of the door that he can’t quite catch it. Bushwick futurefic, set within the next year or so, after Blaine’s graduation, no spoilers past 5x03

Author's Notes:

So a while ago now, I posted some microcommentary on a gifset about Kurt and Blaine outside of Scandals from “The First Time” (where Blaine is drunk just wants to make art and help people, god, I love that boy) and got to talking about how I wanted to write Bushwick futurefic where Blaine gets drunk and kind of handsy and Kurt gets drunk and doesn’t push him away and give him a glass of water with a pat the way he usually does. And then I couldn’t get the idea out of my mind, and here we are. I could write so much more of it, about clubs and cabs and Blaine getting buzzed at Thanksgiving with Burt, but here’s one night.

[lilyvandersteen]

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.

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Glee tag game

I was tagged by @annepi-blog, thank you!

1. Favourite season 1 episode: Okay, so the obvious answer is Laryngitis because it's one of the absolutely best Kurt episodes in the whole show. But I also fucking hate everything about Rachel's storyline but Rose's Turn alone does kind of give it the leg up to still be the best episode anyway.

2. Favourite season 2 episode: Oh I've got so many contenders for this one. I love Furt and the relationships we get to see between Burt and Kurt and Kurt and Finn. But then Never Been Kissed is just a classic with it being Blaine's first episode and Chris' acting in it is just so so incredible. Blame It On The Alcohol would be a higher contender because I love drunk Blaine and I actually really enjoy Finn in that episode, which isn't something that happens a lot for me until season 4, but the writer's biphobia that they push onto Kurt really ruins it. But I think the actual winner would have to be Prom Queen. I love Kurt in that episode and I love it being the first time we start to see that Blaine's not perfect, that he's a little broken, a little fragile. It's underutilized, but it really sets up so much of what makes Blaine my favorite character to write.

3. Favourite season 3 episode: Okay, we all know it's Michael. Like of course The First Time, On My Way, and Dance With Somebody are all great episodes that I really love. But Michael is the episode I rewatch the most. And part of my love for it is, a) the cut Want You Back scene, and b) believing Seblaine to be genuine, very close friends which makes the slushee incident so much more heart-wrenching. But it's still such a good episode, especially for me with my deep love of angst and Sebastian Smythe, it's really just the best episode in general. Plus it has the added bonus of having the one and only Samcedes duet so, yeah, it's the best.

4. Favourite season 4 episode: Diva and Feud are both a lot of fun, even if a lot of what happens in them is really ridiculous. Guilty Pleasures is such a good Blam episode. And I love I Do for the flirty and thirsty sides of Klaine we get to see. But I do feel like, once again, the angst lover in me has to go with The Breakup. The Scientist and Don't Speak are two of my favorite songs on the whole show. Everyone's acting in that episode is just so so good. Darren and Chris just knock it out of the park in every single scene, and I will never cease to be awed by them.

5. Favourite season 5 episode: I would probably say Tested, because I always love an episode where Blaine gets to cry. And I love Elliot and everything that he does for Klaine in getting them to communicate. And I love getting to truly see Blaine acknowledge his self-worth issues instead of them just constantly being buried and locked away. A lot of the episode is weird and difficult to watch but the conversation that Klaine have at the end will always be one of my favorite Klaine scenes. Other contenders were Bash, because I love Kurt in that episode and once again we get angsty Blaine. And then New York New York because its when we first get to see Klaine actively working to fix the problems in their relationship instead of clinging to the past so tightly that they crush it entirely.

6. Favourite season 6 episode: God, this one is hard because I'm honestly not sure there's any episode that I truly love. Like The Hurt Lockers are iconic, and I love Chris' acting in 2009. But so much of that season is just weird and almost pointless that I'm not sure I have an episode I like enough to consider my favorite.

7. Episode that makes me cry: I haven't rewatched The Quarterback since it aired because of how much it makes me cry. Tested and The Breakup also both hurt a lot.

8. Episode that makes me laugh: The Hurt Lockers for sure

9. Favourite tribute episode: Michael obviously. It's probably my favorite episode of the whole show in general and the songs are so well done.

10. Favourite Christmas episode: Ooof, I love them all for different reasons, but there's just something about Blaine going to New York with Burt to comfort Kurt that will always get to me so it's gotta be Glee, Actually.

11. Episode with the best songs: Ooooh, probably the mashup episodes? I'm not sure I can pick one but it would be a tie between Never Been Kissed and Mash Off.

12. Favourite sectionals episode: Oh, I'm torn between Special Education and Hold On To Sixteen. I love Quinn and Sam getting a duet, and I love Valerie, and I love Mercedes and Tina getting to sing Dog Days Are Over (maybe I just love the lack of Rachel solos, lol). But I do love the set list in Hold On To Sixteen, I love Quinn singing Control, I love Kurt and Tina and Mike all getting solo parts in ABC. And of course The Troubletones are just so good.

13. Favourite regionals episode: I've gotta say On My Way even if it's largely just for Glad You Came and Cough Syrup. The actual competition doesn't matter much to me, but the Karofsky storyline was handled really well and I love Sebastian's apology to Blaine and the New Directions, and it's just good in general.

14. Favourite nationals episode: I really love the set list for Nationals in season 3, but I hate Rachel and so much of that episode is all about Rachel and her choking at her NYADA audition and somehow convincing Carmen Tibideux to come see her anyway. But on the other hand while I don't love the City of Angels set list for nationals as much, I do love the fact that they were all Finn's (and Cory's) favorite songs. And I love Burt and Carole being there. And I love Throat Explosion (or at least John Baptiste) actually being very kind and respectful of Finn's passing. I like that they didn't just lean hard into the show choir rivalry there and let them actually be humans who recognize the pain of the McKinley team. Also Throat Explosion's set was really good too.

15. Episode most people like but I don’t: I might get killed by my Klaine friends. But Love, Love, Love? At the time it aired I was super excited about the proposal, but now as an adult, I really wish it hadn't happened, especially not like that. Like I get that it's romantic in that big grand gesture that Kurt deserves and Blaine would always want to give him. But. They hadn't talked about it! While Kurt guessed it was coming on the drive, it still didn't leave him with anyway to actually pull Blaine aside and talk about it. And with multiple other show choirs there, including Sebastian, can you really expect Kurt to be able to say anything but yes? Like I would have loved for them to have a quiet, personal proposal. To have Blaine ask and have them talk about it and whether or not they're ready for that. And then they could do the big thing. But instead we got Kurt not being given a chance to think about if this is something he actually wants, and it leads to a lot of problems in the future for them.

16. Episode most people dislike but I like: Probably Old Dog, New Tricks. Like it's a weird episode, admittedly. But we get some of my favorite things in it. We get Blaine being a sweet and supportive partner, we get Klaine being a team, we get Kurt calling Rachel out on how selfish she is, we get puppies, and we get Peter Pan. It's great. I have fun with that episode.

and now that I have finally finished that, I'm going to tag @esilher, @calsvoid, @lusthurts, @backslashdelta, and @cryscendo

[wowbright]

Fic: Personal Revelation

Klaine Valentine’s Challenge 2023: “Annie's Song" by John Denver (Day 7 prompt)

Words: ~1000 words                                                

Rating: Mature

Summary: Kurt gains a new perspective.

I’m back with more vignettes from my Mormon!Klaine universe for Klaine Valentines 2023! This vignette takes place right after Crazy For You (after Blaine comes out to Kurt and they kiss & make out for the first time).

My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost.

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Kurt took a detour into the bathroom while Blaine headed to the kitchen to start the kettle. He needed a moment alone, a moment to gather his bearings. He was drunk on love. Blaine filled his senses—the sweet, familiar smell of him; the taste of his mouth and skin; the warmth of his touch in new places, the reverence with which Blaine had run his fingers over Kurt’s chest and back and the sensitive skin of his neck, like Kurt was a gift from God.

Things Kurt had once thought were profane were the opposite of that. They were sacred. The body Kurt had been given, and the body Blaine had offered to Kurt, were vessels of grace. The physicality of Blaine’s arousal, of his own, didn't fill Kurt with shame. The memory of it—Blaine’s hardness against Kurt’s hip, of the way Blaine had shivered with the discovery of this new pleasure, of how close he had come to cresting over the edge, to flying—made Kurt’s heart leap in his chest.

Kurt found himself laughing. He couldn't contain his joy.

But a long, serious conversation was ahead of him. And it would be difficult. It was one thing to leap forward in the heat of the moment. It was another thing to talk it through, to plan it, to weigh the pros and cons.

Premeditation made sexual activity more sinful, according to the church. In high school, the other kids had judged Quinn for getting knocked up with a baby she couldn't raise. Why didn't she used birth control? But Kurt had admired her for it—to the extent that he could admire anyone who indulged in sexual sin—because it meant she hadn't planned the transgression. She’d had a momentary lapse in judgment with lifelong consequences. But at least she hadn't compounded the seriousness of her sin by planning ahead for it.

It had never occurred to Kurt that what she’d done might not have been a sin at all—though he had wondered, when he’d visited her in the hospital and held Beth to his chest, struck with awe at her tiny breaths and her beating heart, how God could hold Quinn’s sin against her when the result was such a miracle.

Kurt turned on the faucet and splashed cold water over his face. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely. He was reminded of standing in the baptismal font in the Munich stake center, watching Chiko smile as the water washed over her. Today Kurt was going through a similar renewal.

Blaine loved him. Not the way Blaine loved everybody. He loved Kurt especially—thought Kurt was beautiful and sexy and desirable, even at his worst. All those times over the past weeks and months when Blaine had looked at him in a way that sent sparks of recognition through Kurt’s body, when Kurt felt connected to him by some eternal thread, when they had held each other's gaze and seemed to be speaking a silent language all their own—all that had been real. It hadn't all been in Kurt’s head.

Blaine seemed awash in longing because he was.

Kurt could trust his own heart, his own intuitions. The love he felt for Blaine was real, and returned.

If Kurt’s heart had been telling him the truth all along when it came to Blaine, where else had it been telling him the truth? Where else had it spoken, only for him to ignore it?

Kurt thought of that sacred night years ago when he’d prayed for relief from who he was, from the need for a kind of love and connection the Plan of Salvation had no room for. He had been so earnest, so certain that if only he believed hard enough, if only he prayed without ceasing, God would turn him into the man the brethren expected him to be.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, a sense of peace had come upon him. Not because his prayer had been answered, but because God had taken Kurt into his heart and told him it was the wrong prayer. You are wonderfully made, God had told him instead. Marvelous are my works; let your soul know it right well.

Kurt had felt such acceptance, such relief. God didn't need him to change. It was the kind of personal revelation the church promised to its faithful members, the ones who fulfilled their callings and paid their tithing and did everything the church asked of them. That's who Kurt had been all through high school—all through his life, up until the moment he’d met Blaine.

But instead of treating it as revelation, instead of accepting it fully, Kurt had tempered its meaning. He had twisted it into God has made me this way, but that doesn't mean I should live according to the way he made me. It means I should struggle, because the struggle is what will make me progress. The suffering is what will make me holy.

How many spiritual experiences had Kurt perverted in this way? Kurt had been right, that evening at Jana and Liesl’s, but so had Blaine: Love one another. God is love. Those were the fundamentals. The rest of it was window dressing. And Kurt was expert at window dressing, at adding bows and baubles to what was already beautiful in its simplicity. He had taken the heart of the gospel, the personal messages given to Kurt by God, and bedazzled them to distraction.

There was no guilt in this realization. Kurt had done it because that's what he’d been taught to do—through years of Sunday school and priesthood quorums and seminary, through the example of the brethren, through the words spoken at general conference after general conference.

These additions and elaborations had instilled fear in Kurt. They had whispered threats to him, promised he would feel dirty and disgusting if he ever lived the fullness of his creation.

He was supposed to feel sinful.

Instead, he felt free.

The scales were falling from his eyes.

[justgleekout]

Just saw your tags on the episodes poll and would love to hear a rant about biota if you are willing? 👀

Heyy! Thanks for the ask! <33

I was debating if I wanted to write this rant, because I don’t like to be too negative on this blog, however I do like talking about my opinions and since you asked.... sure ;) here it is haha

I am putting it under the cut for those who don't want to be confronted with negativity though!

I'm not saying everything in this episode sucks. There were some scenes that definitely made me giggle, but the main thing with this this episode is that it's too chaotic for me. everyone is acting without thinking and making decisions that make me uncomfortable. I can’t really explain it, but the whole vibe is just off...

I really dislike the day-drinking and the performances under influence. I am not against drinking, it can be a lot of fun, it's just that irresponsible behavior with alcohol makes me nervous and feel out of control. I'm aware that those are just my personal issues, but its just not my type of humor.

another issue is that I dislike most of the songs in this episode... staring with my controversial opinion is that the song "blame it on the alcohol" sucks. I don’t like how it sounds and I don’t like the vibe (probably for the same reasons I mentioned above). I don’t like the "tick tock" performance and I just can’t stand vomiting. so yeah.. hated that part. The bourbon, scotch and beer song is just... idk, bad? Honestly "my headband" was the best song that episode.

I disliked the whole house party and almost everything that happens during it. People being dickish towards Rachel for not throwing a cool enough party, fuck that. bad friends. The whole spin the bottle scene makes me uncomfortable. The way Finn talks to Rachel as well as Rachel being really annoying, the music, the stereotypes, and again, the whole vibe.

Will's drunk dial. It's gross and creepy. ew.

The weird cowboy bar scene with Will and Beiste.

Burt was acting out of line towards Kurt about Blaine sleeping over. Kurt was in the right there.

The klaine fight and Kurt's biphobic comment. yeah... not it. What I dislike most with this, is that it was never resolved? They just ignored it all together.

Rachel is being a shitty friend to Kurt, dating the guy she KNOWS Kurt is in love with.

I think that about covers my issues with it... lets just say I wasn't the target audience for this episode.

But all this negativity asideeeee. It wouldn’t be me if I didn't end it on a positive note, so I am also gonna list the things I did like:

Kurt's party outfit??? holy fucking shit he looked hot. still can’t believe Blaine wasn't all over him, like what???

Tina just leaving her locker open because closing it would sound like a gun shot. that made me giggle

Kurt's silly dance moves, the little furt conversation panning to Blaine's dancing. incredible.

Santana's crying when Will tells the kids the dangers of alcohol after biota.

How pretty Rachel looks in the scene where her and Kurt they tidy up the house <33

"Achievement!"

and ofc the last scene: "Yup, I’m gay. 100% gay. Thank you so much for clearing that up for me Rachel." dying. dead. so fucking funny.

Thanks again for the ask! I like to talk so this was fun to answer ;)

[bitbybitwrites]

Five fics under 500

Rules: 5 fic recommendations that are currently under 500 kudos. Let’s give these fics the love they deserve!

Thanks for the tag, @myheartalivewrites!

I'm gonna cheat a bit and do 5 fics each for the two main fandoms I'm currently very much in love with 😉 : RWRB and Klaine. Can't hurt to give more fics love, right?

Stories listed under the cut/pictures.

Tagging if you want to play: @gleefuldarrencrissfan, @rockitmans @1908jmd, @special-bc-ur-part-of-it, @forabeatofadrum, @daisyishedwig, @datshitrandom, @clottedcreamfudge, @welcometololaland, @madas-ahatters-world, @gleefulpoppet, @heartsmadeofbooks

RWRB fics:

the sadness you carry, it hangs like a ghost by @14carrotghoul

Summary:

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you two. For anyone in our group, really.” She pauses as a quote comes to mind and continues, “’I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not in my nature.’” She sets the menu down and smiles at her Jane Austen buddy. “Thank you nonetheless… and I'm sorry you’re not handsome enough to tempt me,” he adds. AKA June and Henry's fake cafe date.

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Take me where I cannot stand by @clottedcreamfudge

Summary:

Henry blinks at him. “Galactapol?” “Yeah, you know – the Intergalactic Peace Force?” “Yes, I know them,” Henry says drily, “but you said—” “We don't have a lot of respect for them around here,” Alex informs him succinctly. “If that's the kind of line you wanna take, then maybe—” “No, no,” Henry says hurriedly, straightening up. “Galactapol. I like it. Catchy, even.” “Read the contract or don't, Fox,” Alex says firmly, pressing his own hand to the line of studs between the engine room and the lower corridor. “I can find another engineer if I need to, but you'll never – and I mean never – find a ship like this again in your life. Jackie's one of a kind.” * Space, smuggling, and a ship called Applejack. Everything's shiny.

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You Make Every Day Feel Like It's Christmas by allmylovesatonce

Summary:

Burned out on work, Alex goes to visit June who is on assignment in a sleepy Vermont town called Snow's Landing. June is determined for him to see where she's been living for the last six months and to love it as much as she does. The most intriguing part of it all is June's best friend there, a man named Henry, that Alex believed was a jerk at first but is starting to discover a new side of as they spend more time together.

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Help Me Hold On to You by affectionatelyrs

Summary:

“I can’t do this all the time, Alex,” Henry huffs out, arms crossed from the opposite end of the couch. “I’ve been more than happy to help, and I’ve been doing so as much as I can, but we need to talk about it. It’s been…a lot for me.” Too much. Henry doesn’t say it directly, but it’s the undercurrent of his words. Two words that Alex has heard many times in his life, over and over again until they became permanently pressed into his eyelids like a brand, reminding him of his state of being every time he so much as blinks. - Or, Henry isn't always able to give Alex the help he needs, which sends Alex into a spiral, but they'll always find a way to work things out together

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Thin Ice (Series) by Nicolodeon

Alexander Claremont-Diaz, charismatic center for the NHL's Dallas Stars, is completely and utterly smitten with the posh British librarian he met by complete accident. Tonight is the night, and he's got a plan to completely woo Henry and get his man.

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Klaine fics:

My Heart, It Pounds, Yeah You Got Me by nineofhearts, raimykeller

Summary:

Kurt gets drunk and records a TikTok entitled “Guys I Had A Crush On In High School”, in which he talks about, rates, and shows pictures of his various crushes— embarrassing, unrequited, and otherwise — thinking he set it to friends only or private. When he wakes up the next day, he has a flood of notifications that prove otherwise, a hangover, and a text from Blaine Anderson. The longest part of Kurt’s now viral video.

To Shake The Pride of Angels by @the-cimmerians

Summary:

AU, Kurt and Blaine have never met. Until they do.

When I Get You Alone by canarian

Summary:

AU in which Kurt never goes to spy on the Warblers before sectionals. Kurt and Blaine first meet when Cooper takes his younger brother to a strip club to celebrate his 18th birthday. That evening, a chance encounter leads both boys down a path that is more than they bargained for. But when trouble pops up in the form of a familiar face, it could all end before it ever really starts.

Pivot And Slip by alilactree

Summary:

Blaine is a former boxer still struggling with the demons of his past. Kurt is a yoga instructor who may be able to help Blaine with his pent up frustrations, and find the confidence to go after what he wants in the process.

Spotlight by AntarcticBird

Summary:

A small theater, an amazing internship and the opportunity of a lifetime. When things slowly start falling apart, clearly all that's missing is a complete stranger who just wants to make art and help people!