#engaged!klaine

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Of Sadness and Soup

Author: fictionescape0822

Rating: M

Status: Completed in March 2024

Word Count: 4,378

Summary: "He hadn’t wanted to crowd Kurt in the choir room earlier, so after an initial reunion at his locker, he’d given him space, and he just has no idea if it’d been the right thing. And then Kurt had texted, asked him if he’d come over, and of course he wants to be with him right now, but—"

A 5x03 fill-in in which Blaine is an unsure lil muffin.

Tropes/Genre: one shot, reaction fic, grief, engaged!Klaine, Kurt angst

Lynne's review: Really, really good one shot. Well written. Hits you hard. First fic by this author for our fandom - I really hope there's more!

Read at: AO3

[klainegifs]

[homosandhomies]

look i’m a klaine stan but it’s my personal opinion that if you’re not able to live together than you’re not ready to get married

[daltonblaine]

you know the analysis of the line “sometimes you just don’t know the answer / ‘till someone’s on their knees and asks you” from champagne problems by taylor swift where it’s that people typically go on one knee to propose but the plural use of knees means that they’re on both knees begging them not to leave . blaine's proposal to kurt in season 5

[book-tease]

very weird rollercoaster of moods tonight… simultaneously binge reading blam fics for the first time in my life to writing out all the lore for my sim ocs in a google doc… im an insane person

[uwmspeccoll]

Indigenous People's Day

DR. HENRIETTA MANN Cheyenne

On this Indigenous People’s Day, we are featuring Matika Wilbur’s recent publication Project 562: Changing the Way We See Native America, published by Ten Speed Press in 2023. Wilbur (b. 1984) is a visual storyteller and member of the Swinomish and Tulalip peoples of coastal Washington. She holds a degree from the Brooks Institute of Photography alongside a teaching certificate that has shaped her style of educating through narrative portraits.  

Project 562: Changing the Way We See Native America, a book born from a documentary project of the same name, resolves to share contemporary Native issues and culture. In 2012 Wilbur set out from Seattle to visit and photograph all 562 plus Native American sovereign territories in the United States.

Wilbur’s engagement with the communities she visited resulted in the creation of hundreds of dynamic portraits and documentation of conversations about “tribal sovereignty, self-determination, wellness, recovery from historical trauma, decolonization of the mind, and revitalization of culture.” She refers to her portraiture approach as “an indigenous photography method” that includes several hours and sometimes days of interaction with the participants, an exchange of energy and gifts, and asking sitters to choose their portrait location. The outcome is a stunning collection of Native narratives and portraits.  

GREG BISKAKONE JOHNSON Lac Du Flambeau Band of Lake Superior Chippewa Indians

HOLLY MITITQUQ NORDLUM  Iñupiaq

J. MIKO THOMAS Chickasaw Nation

MOIRA REDCORN Osage, Caddo

HELENA and PRESTON ARROW-WEED Taos Pueblo/Kwaatsaan, Kamia

STEPHEN YELLOWTAIL Apsáalooke (Crow Nation)

LEI'OHU and LA'AKEA CHUN Kānaka Maoli

ORLANDO BEGAY Diné

KALE NISSEN Colville Tribes

GRACE ROMERO PACHECO Santa Ynez Band of Chumash Indians

ISABELLA and ALYSSA KLAIN Diné

NANCY WILBUR Swinomish

DR. JEREMIAH "JERRY" WOLFE Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians

RUTH DEMMERT Tlingit

MARVA SII~XUUTESNA JONES Tolowa Dee-Ni' Nation, Yurok, Karuk, Wintu

Matika Wilbur will be speaking on UW-Milwaukee's campus Thursday, November 16 from 6-7p.m. in conjunction with her exhibition Seeds of Culture: The Portraits and Voices of Native American Women on view at the Union Art Gallery November 16 through December 15, 2023. 

-Jenna, Special Collections Graduate Intern 

We acknowledge that in Milwaukee we live and work on traditional Potawatomi, Ho-Chunk, and Menominee homelands along the southwest shores of Michigami, part of North America’s largest system of freshwater lakes, where the Milwaukee, Menominee, and Kinnickinnic rivers meet and the people of Wisconsin’s sovereign Anishinaabe, Ho-Chunk, Menominee, Oneida, and Mohican nations remain present.

[cryscendo]

for the kiss prompts, klaine and "kissing your lover to show you forgive them"? <3

omg i loved this prompt!!! it gave me a chance to write something a bit sweeter than i usually write so i hope you love it! idk how long a drabble is typically supposed to be, but im sure i exceeded that here whoops

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson

Word Count: 1152

Rating: G

if anyone would like to send me a prompt, check out the prompt list here!

fic can be read under the cut <3

Blaine still harbored a lot of guilt, Kurt knew. He wasn’t such a fool that he didn’t realize that the sudden proposal was Blaine’s effort to show how devoted he was. And Kurt really did believe him, regardless of how aloof he tried to appear to be at times.

Upon Blaine’s whirlwind proposal, the two of them hadn’t had much time to discuss anything between each other. They were busy having their attention pulled every which way by family and friends alike. And make no mistake — Kurt was grateful for it! He missed his friends dearly ever since moving to New York, and his family even more so. But Kurt was well aware, given their previous struggles with communication, that they would need to talk. It was an inevitability, really.

So that’s what eventually led them to the Hudson-Hummel household alone. “Carole and I are just gonna go see a movie. Maybe also get dinner or something. You boys don’t wait up,” his dad had said, but Kurt knew what he was really saying. The words hidden underneath sounded more like You and Blaine ought to talk about this. And like with most things, his father was right.

It was only seconds after the door closed behind his parents that Blaine started kissing him. And Kurt… he missed this. He really did. Kissing Blaine was something that he could never grow tired of, and after having gone so long without the contact, it felt like home. Sure, he had Adam for a time, and there was also Mr. Schue’s wedding, but those were so different. Kissing Blaine like this; it was with the knowledge that they belong to one another. More so now than ever before.

Which is why they needed to talk about this.

“I can’t believe we’re engaged,” Blaine muttered against Kurt’s mouth, quiet giddiness dripping from his lips and intoxicating Kurt like an aged wine. He couldn’t believe it either, honestly. He had the weight of it around his finger and still couldn’t believe it. He could stay kissing Blaine like this forever, just existing in this rush of gentle joy.

They needed to talk about this.

“It’s everything I ever wanted,” Blaine continued, carefully carding his fingers through Kurt’s hair. He leaned into Kurt, eager to experience closeness that he no doubt had been craving for so long since their break up. “You’re everything I ever wanted,” he whispered then and Kurt could easily see himself slipping into the fantasy that everything is perfect and there’s no loose ends. It was easy with Blaine. He was so charming and genuine, it was nearly second nature for him to cave beneath it.

They needed to talk about this.

“Blaine,” Kurt uttered finally, nudging Blaine away with a light press of his hand on Blaine’s chest. “Why did you do this?”

It’s not the words he meant to say, but they had already spilled out of his throat before he could even think about stopping them. Fine. He guessed his brain wasn’t going to be diplomatic about this.

Though, with the look of confusion that spread across Blaine’s features led him to somewhat regret speaking up. Blaine pulled away from Kurt, but kept his fingers nestled in Kurt’s hair. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, why did you do this?” Kurt questioned, redirecting to the silver ring that wrapped around his finger.

This time, Blaine did let go of Kurt, his anxiety betraying him and fully replacing the happiness from earlier that evening. “Because I love you, Kurt. And it’s important to me that you know that,” Blaine said and it was so obscenely sincere that it tugged at Kurt’s heart. Then, Kurt watched as tension built inside Blaine as he spoke again. “Oh god, you’re not changing your mind, are you?”

“No, no, not at all!” Kurt reassured quickly. He took Blaine’s hand in both of his, holding them close to offer some sort of security and warmth. Blaine, Kurt has really begun to learn, is driven heavily by emotions. He needed to tread lightly. “This just all came very suddenly, that’s all. Blaine, I love you too, but if there’s something else going on, I need to know about it. No more secrets, right?”

It seemed like Kurt had said the right things, because Blaine nodded, and sag in his shoulders indicated that he was a bit more relaxed. He couldn’t really blame Blaine for being emotionally turbulent today; a lot has happened in the past few hours. “You’re right, no secrets,” he agreed and followed up with a soft sigh. Kurt held securely to his hand, silently encouraging Blaine to continue. After a brief moment of reticence, he spoke again. “I’m just so scared, Kurt. I messed this up once already, and I feel terrible everyday for it. I wanted to do this to show you that I’m really serious about us — about you. I never want to make you feel that way ever again. Cheating on you was by far the worst mistake of my life and I’ll regret it forever.”

Kurt listened quietly as Blaine poured his heart out. He had figured that it had something to do with their break up. It was too big of a roadblock to just ignore.

Keeping one hand holding Blaine’s, Kurt reached up with his other hand and played with one of the loose curls that had sprung free from Blaine’s hair gel at some point throughout the day. “I think you should start forgiving yourself.”

The look of confusion returned to Blaine’s face. “But I-”

“I know what you did,” Kurt interrupted before Blaine could self-deprecate further. “And I also know that you apologized no less than eight-hundred times since it happened. I won’t lie, Blaine, it broke my heart when you cheated. But you’ve said you’re sorry, and I do believe you. We wouldn’t be here now if I didn’t.”

The hand that was toying with Blaine’s hair slid down to instead cradle his cheek. Blaine’s eyes were glassy, but under that, there was undeniable love and devotion. Blaine loved him so much; it was impossible to not see it.

With as much intention as he could hope to portray, Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine’s lips. It was a simple kiss; chaste in comparison to many of the others that they had shared throughout their relationship. But there were words written all over the kiss — words that Kurt didn’t feel were necessary to verbalize, and could only hope that Blaine could feel them like a brand to his skin.

The peaceful sigh that Blaine released against his mouth was all the confirmation that Kurt needed.

Kurt allowed the kiss to linger for a few moments longer before pulling away slowly. His eyes met wet, brown ones that shimmered in pure adoration. “I have long since forgiven you, Blaine. It’s time that you start forgiving yourself.”

[tommystummy]

Sincerest apologies if this is an Annoying Ask, but I wasn't sure who to go to with it and you seem both logical and also Not a woman thinly veiling homophobia behind your love for the one mlm ship of choice: there is actually a decent chance of Lou/Tommy being back for the new season, right? I am a fan of the show but only began casually engaging with fandom recently, and it's getting a little depressing seeing so many people convinced and laughing that Tommy's clearly being written off?? Doesn't seem to be based on anything concrete, but as someone loving the representation bucktommy provides as well as the genuine happiness for Bucks character I'd be so disappointed if it just drops off after last season.

So it’s coming from the fact that Lou hasn’t been seen on set this week which is like… neither has Tracie. Because recurring cast members aren’t on set every day the way regulars are.

I agree that it’s getting depressing and frustrating that every single photo or video Oliver or Ryan has to be Living Proof that Buddie is Imminent but that’s just kind of the state of the fandom right now. What’s important is that ABC has openly advertised BuckTommy as on the same level as Klaine and that Tim Minear seems to genuinely like writing BuckTommy (as evidenced by him adding more Tommy to the final episodes of season 7). Even if Tommy isn’t Buck’s forever, I do think the writers will do right by their relationship and have it end amicably. And if Tommy is Buck’s forever, which is possible, then well these people will be just as loud and obnoxious as before so we’re just going to have to learn to ignore them sooner rather than later.

[spaceorphan18]

What do you think Blaine and Kurt’s favorite colors are?

Nonny, I say this with the sincerest amount of love that I have (no really, I love that you have sent this to me, and I think you are amazing <3)

How in the world would I even begin to know this??

Does anyone know Chris and Darren's favorite colors? Where's @snarkyhag she could probably answer this. @slayerkitty - where are you, we've been talking color theory.

Okay, so one thing I will say is that you can do a lot of fun color theory stuff with the two of them. One thing Glee actually did well was costume design, and they knew how to dress their actors (a majority of the time). Something they did in the back half of the series is match Kurt and Blaine. A lot. Even when they weren't together, they tended to match the two of them -- often reflecting their engagement colors (blues/purples for Kurt and oranges/whites for Blaine).

Something that kind of helps -- Chris looks really good in darker, cooler solid colors -- blues, greens, purples. Sure, he does occasionally wear a deep red or go black and white. Meanwhile, Darren can really pull off warmer colors such as yellows, oranges, and brighter reds. This helped the costumers because they could wear contrasting colors and still match relatively well. And one reason I think they looked so good together on screen.

Wearing their engagement colors (a thread)...

You can not go wrong with blues on Kurt (Chris); reds on Blaine (Darren)

Honestly, this is a huge topic that I really could go on and on with because it is truly amazing that, starting around season 4, they did their best to really let Klaine match. And it was amazing. <3

As for favorite colors, dude, they never say - so feel free to headcanon whatever you like!! :)

[caramelcoffeeaddict]

After Work Drinks [Klaine Fanfiction]

Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Original Characters Chapters: 1/1 [Complete] Word Count: 2,100 Rating: Teen&Up Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, Engaged!Klaine, Bets & Wagers Summary: Blaine and his new coworkers go out for drinks after work. One of his coworkers makes a bet that Blaine can't get the phone number of the good-looking guy sitting alone at the bar not realizing that the guy is Blaine's fiancé, Kurt. Author Notes: this fic just sort of…happened. I didn't have a plan or anything for it, nor did I spend a lot of time on it, so I apologize if there are plot holes or inconsistencies or whatever. it's just a little self-indulgent gift I wrote for myself for my birthday. but I hope you enjoy it :) Original Post Date: October 2023

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[klaineccfanficlibrary]

do you know any fics where after the proposal, kurt gives blaine his own engagement ring to wear? thanks!

Here are some to start, I'm sure there are others if anybody would recommend. ~Jen

November by quizasvivamos

Blaine comes home after classes to a surprise from Kurt. A celebration of 4 years of Klaine.

Perfect to me by whatstheproblembaby

Kurt takes it upon himself to give Blaine an engagement ring of his own. Can a perfect proposal happen twice?

Maybe not a ring....

Symbols of Love by CoffeeAddict80

One-shot in the Desperate Times ‘Verse. You should probably read that story first. This takes place the day after the conclusion of the story/epilogue))

The rush of emotions Kurt gets every time he looks at his shiny new engagement ring makes him feel a little guilty that Blaine doesn't have a symbol of their new relationship status. So he decides to change that.

[klainegifs]

[polvmetis]

look ok i know it just came out but i am def proposing the new chappell roan single as the next seblainer anthem like (not-so) casual FWB seblaine in the worst situationship in the entire midwest especially with commitment issues seb throughout

i mean just check out the excerpts

✨AND THIS BRIDGE!!!✨tell me its not giving miserable klaine engagement <3

c'mon this is IT!!! its also bouncy and danceable as hell so it fits!!!!

[faberrypolls]

Faberry Polls!

Hi!

I'm Lucy, and my main blog is @rachelberryy, some of you may follow me there already. My pronouns are (she/her) and I've been in the fandom since roughly 2019.

This is a trend that's been going around the fandom for a while now (see @pezberrypolls, @quinntanapolls, @quinntinapolls, @klainepolls, @brittanapolls and probably some others that I've forgotten about) and, despite Faberry once upon a time being the biggest, most popular ship in the whole fandom - by some metrics even surpassing the mighty Klaine - I haven't found a poll blog for them yet so, as Miss Tina Cohen-Chang would say, I've decided to be the change I want to see in the world and go ahead and make one myself. The ask box is open for submissions, which I always welcome.

Please reblog this, I'd love to have this be as engaged with as possible. And if a blog like this has already been set up, I do apologise for missing it, just let me know!

Lucy xx

P.S., some of these polls may veer into nsfw territory and will be tagged as such, so please exercise your discretion!

[wowbright]

Fic: Paper Boats

Fandom/pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine

Event: December Klaine Fanworks Challenge 2023 (sail)

Words: ~ 1350 words                                        

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: After Kurt returns to the United States, Blaine has trouble adjusting to a new companionship.

Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3. It’s among the likely possibilities for their future. Warning for situational depression, but the story ends on a hopeful note. Elder Nixon is Warbler Trent.

* * *

It had started as a beautiful, sunny day at the park, but now enough clouds had rolled in that the sun was blocked and the whole place had a gray, overcast vibe, which was not helping Blaine's mood at all. Just as bad, the floods of people walking through the park had slowed down to a trickle, which meant Blaine couldn't distract himself by striking up a new conversation with a stranger every few minutes.

He sat on a stone ledge a few meters away from the water fountain. There were a couple of kids walking around it, taking turns dragging a toy boat along the edge of the artificial pool by a bright yellow string. Well, he thought, that was one good thing. When the sky grew dark like this, colors grew more saturated. The chalk drawings he and Elder Nixon had made this morning with shades that looked almost pastel in direct sunlight were now full of deep, rich color. He stared at their depiction of the pre-mortal world lit by a rainbow sun. It was almost as bright and beautiful as an actual sunset. Blaine wished he was there now. In the pre-mortal world, he had never had to be apart from Kurt.

This mortal world sucked.

“Did you ever have one of those things?” Elder Nixon asked. He stood next to Blaine, nodding at the kids with their tugboat.

“No,” sighed Blaine. “There wasn't much water in Mesa accept for the reflecting pool at the temple, and I wasn't allowed to play in there of course.”

“We had a game we liked to play in the inflatable pool when we stayed at our summer cabin in Minnesota. Have you ever heard of Viking funeral?”

“I've heard of Vikings having funerals. Didn’t the rich ones get buried in their boats?”

“Maybe? This game may or may not have had its origins in actual Viking traditions. Basically, we’d make paper boats— Hey. Want to make some paper boats? We’ve got plenty of paper.” Without waiting for an answer, Elder Nixon sat down on the ledge next to Blaine and set the flyers he’d been holding in his hand between them. “There's more here than we can possibly give out. You learned to make paper boats, right? Even if they didn't let you float them in the reflecting pool?”

“Yeah,” Blaine said sullenly. “Not sure I remember how, though.”

"Well, I do. Here—" Elder Nixon demonstrated the first fold, and refused to proceed until Blaine copied him, and so on with the next and next, until each of them had a little paper boat with a stout triangular mast in the center. Blaine felt the memory reawakening in his muscles, so he made another one and then another one, each more crisply executed than the last.

“Now we to set them to sail,” Elder Nixon announced.

“Is that how you play Viking funeral?” Blaine asked, following Elder Nixon to the edge of the fountain. The kids were no longer there, having abandoned their toy boat in favor of dragging their grown up to follow a duck with them to the top of a grassy knoll.

“Not exactly. I don't have all the supplies for Viking funeral, and anyway, I'm pretty sure we could get in trouble for playing it here.”

“Oh?” Blaine’s interest was genuinely piqued. It was a feeling that had grown unfamiliar in the preceding weeks. He had managed to feign interest plenty, of course, and a few times he had almost managed to convince himself that he was genuinely engaged in talking to someone or learning something new. But then the black cloud would creep back in, and his brain would get foggy, and everything felt fake and unreal and pointless again.

“You put a birthday candle in the top of each boat and light it,” Elder Nixon said, recreating the motions on one of his paper boats before launching it on the water.

“Oh.” An image of dozens of paper boats floating at night on the same fountain, each topped with a single candle, popped into Blaine’s head. “But that sounds beautiful. Like Japanese water lanterns.” He set two of his own boats on the water.

“It was,” Elder Nixon said. “Except that's not the part we got excited for. Because when the candles burn down, all that's left to burn is the paper. So that was the fun part for us, seeing our entire fleet go up in flames. We would launch our boats toward each other’s to speed the process along. Oh, the beautiful destruction!” Elder Nixon chuckled at the memory.

And, for some reason, Blaine felt himself chuckling, too. He could imagine miniature Elder Nixon and his chubby-cheeked siblings, all looking like little blonde cherubs from the front of an old Victorian greeting card, standing around a poofy plastic pool and cheering on the firy demise of their entire fleet. Maybe it was the incongruity of it. Elder Nixon was so kind and sweet. It was hard to imagine him setting things ablaze for kicks.

“Hey,” Elder Nixon said with a fond smile, “you're laughing.”

“I guess I am,” Blaine said, and stopped.

“Oh no. I ruined the moment.”

“No, you didn't.”

“Yes, I did.”

"No, you really didn't,” Blaine said. There was something inside him that kept tugging him back to a baseline of gloominess, no matter what the people around him did. "None of this is your fault. I mean, I know I have a reputation as a ray of sunshine, but I can't shine all the time. Everything's just been so hard lately.”

“Since I became your companion,” Elder Nixon said.

“Not because you're my companion," Blaine said. “You help make it better than it would be otherwise. You’re patient and kind and you don't judge me. And I want to be more cheerful. I really do. And I thought I would be. But …” Blaine couldn't keep it a secret anymore. It was making everything worse—made him feel like he was sneaking around and had something to hide, and those things felt too close to shame to be any good for Blaine's mental health. He hadn't wanted to put this burden on Elder Nixon—but then again, why was Blaine thinking of it as a burden? Elder Nixon could do what he wanted with it. He could let it bring them closer together as friends, or he could report Blaine to the mission president. It was up to him. It was out of Blaine’s hands. “I just—” Blaine felt tears pushing against his eyes. That was probably a good thing. He hadn’t let himself cry in front of another person since Kurt left. “I miss Elder Hummel a lot.”

Elder Nixon put a hand on Blaine shoulder and gave it a solid pat. “I know. It's tough when a companion you really click with leaves.”

Blaine shook his head. “It's not just that, though. I miss him because I'm in love with him.” And then, because if he was in for a penny, he was in for a pound, he added with urgency, “I'm gay and I fell in love with my companion, and he loves me back, and half the time I just feel really stupid for staying here and not following him to Ohio. And if you need to tell the mission president, you can; I mean, I'd rather it be my own decision, but beggars can't be choosers—and anyway, I don't want to be a burden to you, and I feel like I have been, the whole time we've been working together.”

“You're not a burden, Elder Anderson,” Elder Nixon said, and he hugged Blaine, which was not a thing missionaries usually did in public, but they weren't supposed to have emotional outbursts in public either and, besides, the kids and their grown up were nowhere to be seen right now. “You're my friend. And I'm so glad you told me, because now I can be a better friend to you.”