#fuck nyada

[fallevs]

Remember when in 3x11 Burt went to the school in person to look his son in the eye as he handed him the NYADA letter? And the speech he gave him once Kurt, crying and smiling, told him he was a finalist?

You beat them all. They threw everything at you. They tried to beat you down. But you know what? You are unstoppable, Kurt. I am so proud to be your dad. They can never take this away from you. Right now, in this moment, on this day, you won.

It's so sad to think that Kurt, at this point of his life, was so convinced, so excited that he was really going to make it. That he would finally get his revenge and because he deserved it! Because of him and him alone, because of his talent, not because of some stupid subterfuge! I bet his first thought that last day must have been "I'm so sorry I let you down, dad."

I will never get over it. I will never get over it.

[blaintism]

i have a blaine stan sixth sense of seeing a post on my dash and knowing that if i search their blog for ‘blaine’ i’m about to see the most insane anti posts

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

ik theres a lot of fics where kurt comforts blaine for any like mental battles with family or emotions etc, but are there any where blaine comforts kurt with that type of stuff. preferably one shots

Here are just a small selection. You can also try specific episode tags for canon times when Blaine would have comforted Kurt. Or the emotional hurt/comfort tab on A03. ~Jen

It's their loss by @gleekout

Kurt doesn't get into NYADA like he hoped he would. He's a mess and Blaine is there to support him and tell him that everything will be okay.

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Juliet's Boudoir By Anna_Timberlake @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

Kurt goes into panic mode thinking of his days in highschool when he was rejected for the part of Tony. Opportunity has knocked his door for the second time with the same Juliet's Boudair script but Kurt is a nerve wreck refusing to take it. Blaine Hummel- Anderson will not take a second chance to prove Kurt that his husband is a perfect Romeo.

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Lovely, don't you ever Change by orphan account

After the premiere of their first Broadway show, Kurt reads some comments online that resurface old insecurities.

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3 am by izwardsoup

He's a mess. God, he's a fucking mess. Kurt didn't expect to find himself literally stumbling out of a bar at 3 a.m. but here he was. Drunk and lonely and sad under a streetlight on a New York City sidewalk outside of a bar at 3 a.m. How did he let himself get here?

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Don't let me go (cause I'm tired of feeling alone) by falles @fallevs

What if Blaine had met Kurt when he needed him most?

[justawanderer]

Mike Change follows his friends to NYC for university-NYU Pre-Med with a shit ton of dance classes because his parents never said anything about a minor in the arts, only that he was expected to go to med school.

He has a solid support system in his glee friends but doesn’t mind branching out and is kinda excited to not be in Lima and to lean into who he is-he starts wearing the clothes he’s always wanted to wear, ones he bought on a secret shopping spree with Kurt on a summer steal away trip to Colombus their last spring break at home.

He lets Blaine talk him into a helix piercing when Blaine gets an earring and he loves having a family in New York.

A bunch of his dance class mates comment on it when he starts eating lunch with them. He feels a weird twinge in his chest when he notices half the compliments come from his fellow male dancers and realizes he doesn’t mind their attention.

But he also starts hanging out with an international students exchange club and meets Raphael and Ragnor and Catarina. He loves his glee friends but he’s starting to feel seen as his own person. Something that had been impossible in Lima and in HS.

He starts a study group with the beautiful Izzy in his Biology and Chem classes and becomes fast friends with her. He lets her do his make up and finds a thrilling sort of inner peace when he sees himself in eyeliner. She gushes and complains that her big brother would never let her do this.

He meets said big brother-a pre law giant of man (seriously taller than Finn!)- who glares at everything that’s not his sister, but smiles at Mike when he asks about the man’s archery medals. (Who the fuck is on an Olympic team and Doesn’t brag about it?!) Mikes chest twinges again and he tells himself it’s because Alec is the type of guy friend he’s always wanted.

He wakes himself up one Friday morning, sheets a damp mess with hazy memories of his dream but possibly Alec’s name on his lips. He shakes himself out of it and lets a pretty blonde ballerina from class push him into an empty bedroom at the party he attends that night.

He spends the next few weeks with all the various girls he dances with.

He spends an equal amount of Wednesday’s studying with Alec at a coffee shop-But! They both have that time free and they both like coffee and Mike’s never really made his own friends, they always adopt him, not the other way around! So that’s why he’s always so excited to see Alec.

It’s getting harder to lie to himself when the bottle he spins at the next party he’s at lands on a ginger ROTC guy named George. They make out to the cheers of the other partiers and Mike spends the night drunkenly telling himself that kissing is just an enjoyable thing. He spends the next morning soberly googling if a kiss makes you gay.

A couple more weeks, a couple more weekends spent with the dance girls, until Rachel and Kurt throw a NYADA midterms party and he only had a half a beer but let’s Kurt’s friend Imasu blow him in the bathroom. He tries to talk it away like the kiss-it feels good no matter who it is-until he’s on his knees reciprocating and finds he likes it as much as any other part of sex.

He skips that Wednesday with Alec and can’t explain why the “Hope you’re okay” text makes him ache when he ignores it.

He shuts down on himself, only hangs out with his known friends and throws himself into a short lived relationship with the blonde ballerina to try and keep himself “on track” when he walks in on her and their teacher. He wasn’t in love with her, but it does hurt and he definitely doesn’t want to be involved with whatever shit is going to hit the fan when the administration finds out about her.

He spends Halloween half drunk, crying and spilling all of this to Kurt and Blaine. They sit with him, cuddle him, drink with him. And they’re there with him when he finally says out loud that he’s Bisexual. They celebrate at 4 am with pancakes at the local all night diner.

He rejoins study group and explains himself to an icy Izzy who thaws and sends him a blinding smile and wraps him in a big hug.

Ragnor didn’t know that he didn’t know that he was bi but bucks him on the shoulder in solidarity. Cat hugs him and welcomes him back. Raphael tells him he doesn’t care as long as he doesn’t have to see any sappy shit.

On Wednesday he gets to their table early and buys Alec his stupid sweet caramel latte as an apology. He awkwardly stutters out an explanation and even more awkwardly comes out to the then man who is watching him with wide owlish eyes. Alec grins at him when he’s done and quietly comes out to Mike himself and if his whole being light up on the inside, then that’s Mike business alone.

He goes home at Thanksgiving and comes out to his family. He sister hugs him. His mom smiles kindly at him, but his father yells in a tone Mike’s never heard before. It’s ugly, it’s horribly painful and Mikes ready to get up and leave after his father vows to cut him off when his mother stands up for him. He leaves Lima with a hug from his mom and sister but totally disowned by his dad.

His mom’s parents step up to cover his expenses and tell him they don’t care who he loves and long as he’s successful and happy-San Francisco is good for them. He’ll keep his pre-med for now-he likes the idea of providing healthcare to those in need, but declare dance a double major to keep his options totally open.

He goes back to NYU and his friends and they mourn with him and rage with him and are there on his birthday when he moves to change his name in court so he doesn’t have to be tied to a man who hates him. (if his father wanted resort to Latin for insulting him, then he’s going to own that)

At the new year’s party he throws celebrating his new name and identity-he introduces himself as Magnus Bane and is greeted with an eager Alec grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket and kissing him In front of the whole party.

He walks into the new year a new man with an extended family he wouldn’t trade for anything and love he never saw coming.

[ciinelqura]

i don’t care about the double wedding, i don’t care that you think the troubletones should have won s3 sectionals, i don’t care that will is a weirdo, i don’t fucking care that you think kurt should have gotten into nyada over rachel i just don’t care okay we all get it by now can we talk about something else this show has so much going on it’s insane why are we fixating on the same shit over and over

[angelhummel]

*throwing this at my followers and running away*

I Found Myself A Cheerleader

another pezberry fic by me :)

Rating: E

Word count: 8220

Summary: Santana catches Rachel in a compromising position.

Canon divergence, assuming Santana moved to NY and enrolled in classes at NYADA much sooner. Set around mid s4

(Kurt and Tina are mentioned by name but not shown. Brittany, Finn, Brody, Puck, Jesse, and Cassie are referenced but not by name)

read on ao3

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Santana strode down the hallway to her apartment, slowly rolling her head, then her shoulders as she walked. These dance classes were kicking her ass worse than she’d imagined. It was just because she was out of practice, she told herself. A few more weeks and she’d be back to her old self. Things would get easier. Then she could start dancing circles around everyone else in class and make them even more jealous of her than they surely already were.

The thought made her smile as she reached her door. Both roomies were out at the moment and wouldn’t be home til later. She was trying to decide how to spend her few short peaceful hours as she fumbled through her dance bag for her keys.

Maybe do some cool down yoga to help her unwind. Take a nice hot bath afterwards. Hell, maybe even rub one out while thinking about her new dance instructor with the perfect hot older bitch attitude and the abs to die for.

Santana finally made contact with her keys, pulling them out and unlocking the door, letting herself inside. She turned to slide the door shut, freezing on the spot when she heard a noise from further inside the apartment.

“Hello?” she called out tentatively, quickly adjusting her keys so they were sticking out between her fingers, her hand clenched in a tight fist around them. Just in case. She forced herself to step forward, inching closer towards the curtains that made up their three bedrooms. “Kurt? Rach? Who’s there?” She cringed at herself for immediately turning into the dumb first kill girl in every horror movie ever.

She was overreacting, she thought. It was probably just some mutated subway rat the size of her arm that wandered its way in and decided to make a nest out of Berry’s homeschooled chic sweaters.

Actually, she wasn’t sure if that was the best or worst case scenario.

The curtain to Rachel’s room fluttered, and Santana steeled herself to face down whatever was in there. She crept over to it, reaching for the edge to yank it back.

“Hey, it’s just - ME!” Rachel shrieked the last part as the curtain flew open and all she could register was Santana’s fist at eye level before she flinched away and clenched her eyes shut.

“Jesus fuck, Berry, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” Santana groaned, dropping her bag to the ground and tossing her keys on top of it. “Why the fuck didn’t you answer me? I could’ve seriously mangled your face.”

“I - I was about to, I just…” Rachel trailed off, gesturing vaguely to her room behind her. “I, um, was busy with something… Didn’t want you barging in.”

“Right, yeah, glad we avoided that,” Santana shot back, rolling her eyes. “What are you even doing home?”

“My last class was canceled. What about you? I thought you were still taking those extra evening lessons?”

“No, all my instructors thought I was spreading my awesomeness too thin so I’m just taking the regular courses now,” she replied. She looked back at Rachel, actually taking in her appearance now that her little adrenaline rush had passed and her heart rate was returning to normal.

Rachel’s hair was pulled back into a messy bun - heavy emphasis on the mess. Her cheeks were noticeably flushed, she was avoiding eye contact with Santana. And she seemed to be clutching onto the edge of her robe for dear life, keeping it shut tight all the way up to her neck.

A lightbulb went off in Santana’s head.

“What?” Rachel asked, her voice small as she chanced a glance up to Santana’s face. Just to see a knowing smirk quirking at the corner of her lips.

“Oh, nothing…” Santana shrugged. “I just get it, okay? Empty apartment, you thought it would be the perfect time for a little self care. No shame in it.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” Rachel replied with a puzzled frown.

“Jesus, fine, you need me to spell it out for you?” Santana asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared at Rachel. “Self care? Masturbation? Nothing to be ashamed of, seriously. A little self exploration is totally healthy. Especially for someone as sexually repressed as you.”

Rachel’s cheeks got redder and redder the more Santana spoke. “Okay, you’ve made it clear that you have completely misread this situation!”

“Really? Your hair is a mess, your face is red, you’ve got that robe wrapped around you so tight it’s probably cutting off your circulation… And there’s no guy in sight,” she added, craning her neck to get a better look into Rachel’s room like she had to be sure. “So unless you’ve got Invisi-Billy in your bed, it looks like you did this to yourself.”

“I -” Rachel shut her mouth as quickly as she’d opened it, biting her lip as she fidgeted on the spot. Santana arched an eyebrow, wondering if she was going to say anything else. “Fine, you know what? You’re right. You caught me,” Rachel finally conceded. “I thought I would have the apartment to myself for an hour or so, so I thought I’d engage in a little self pleasure. Are you happy?”

“No, not really.”

“Well that makes two of us!” Rachel snapped. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, you can go take your shower, or whatever it is you do after class, and I will get dressed, and we will pretend like none of this ever happened.”

“Heard that one before,” Santana muttered, letting out a noise of surprise as Rachel actually tried shoving her out of her room. “Jeez, Berry, it’s not worth manhandling me over. Seriously, it’s not that big a d-” Santana cut herself off, her gaze dropping down to where Rachel’s robe fell open. Not like she was trying to get a peek or anything. And even if she had been, she would’ve been out of luck. Because instead of bare skin, Santana caught a glimpse of an all too familiar red, black, and white fabric.

Her eyes went wide, and Rachel blushed impossibly darker as she scrambled to fully cover herself back up.

“Berry, please tell me that’s not what I think it is,” Santana said, reaching out to grab the collar of Rachel’s robe. Yanking it open to reveal the bright red WMHS logo across her chest. “What in the Invasion of the Body Snatchers is going on here?!” She took a step back, staring at Rachel in disbelief.

“Okay, listen, it’s not whatever jealousy or psychosexual reasoning I’m sure you think it is, okay?” she asked. She kept her head down, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor as she spoke. Far too embarrassed to even try and meet Santana’s eyes again.

“Well..?”

Rachel took a deep breath before continuing. “Tina sent me a picture earlier. Apparently she just joined the Cheerios,” she told Santana. “And I realized that meant I was the only glee girl that was never on the squad. And I remember you mentioning you brought your uniform with you, to have a reminder of your past life at McKinley. So I thought I’d try it on for a second and see how I would’ve looked, were I ever a member of the team. I was planning on putting it back before you ever even realized it was gone. It was just a little harmless dress up, that’s all.”

“Dress up? I mean if that’s your kink, fine, but you at least could’ve asked me first.”

“Santana!” Rachel whined, her head snapping up to look at her friend with wide, desperate eyes. “Is there any possible way we can move forward from this point without you making fun of me?”

“Hey, come on, who’s making fun of you? It’s just a little good natured ribbing. Friends do that, right?”

“Well it doesn’t feel good natured,” Rachel pouted. “I think I might actually die of embarrassment right now...”

“Oh, come on, me thinking you were finger blasting yourself in an empty apartment was way more embarrassing.” Rachel’s cheeks lit up again, and Santana just laughed when she turned on the spot to go back into her room. “Okay, okay, I won’t talk about that either! But seriously, it’s not that embarrassing. Either of those things. But especially not wanting to try on the uniform. I mean, the Cheerios were pretty much the only group you weren’t a part of in high school, right?”

Rachel stood in her room with her back to Santana, one hand on the curtain like she was ready to close it, but not moving to do so just yet. She nodded.

“Right, so, no big deal that you wanted to see what you’d look like on the squad,” Santana continued. “Seriously, Rach, it’s not a big deal, okay? This isn’t actually high school. I’m not gonna run off and tell all the cool kids what happened so we can laugh about it in a glee club meeting later. I mean, I guess I could go tell Humdrum Hummel, but he’d probably end up giving me a long speech about how I shouldn’t make you feel ashamed of your body or whatever the fuck.”

“That’s probably true…” Rachel replied, a barely there smile on her lips. She let go of the curtain, hesitating a moment before turning back around to face Santana. “Would you, um… Oh, it still feels so embarrassing. Wouldyoutakeapictureofme?” she asked in a rush, anxiously biting her lip again.

“Oh, uh, sure,” Santana replied, surprised at the request. She’d still been expecting Rachel to shoo her out so she could get changed. She didn’t even think she’d get to see the full getup on Rachel. Not that she was dying to or anything. No, obviously nothing like that. But she’d be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t at least a little curious to see how Rachel looked in her old uniform.

Rachel smiled when Santana agreed, pulling her into her bedroom and closing the curtain behind them. “We’ll take the pictures in front of the curtain - it makes a good neutral backdrop. Let’s see… Lighting, we need lighting,” Rachel muttered to herself, going around her room to set everything up.

Santana should’ve known that all Rachel’s embarrassment would melt away when it came to being photographed. But she let the other woman do her thing, until Rachel was handing Santana her phone, already in camera mode.

Rachel took her bun down, her hair cascading down over her shoulders as she walked back around in front of Santana. Santana’s gaze shifted to Rachel’s hands to watch her undo the tie on her robe, shedding it to reveal the full look.

Santana’s throat went dry. The uniform was custom made to fit her exact measurements, which made it the tiniest bit tight on Rachel. But that wasn’t something Santana was going to complain about. She glanced down, realizing Rachel had also put on sneakers to complete the ensemble.

Santana let herself indulge a little, her eyes slowly making their way up Rachel’s toned, tanned legs. It was always a mystery to Santana, how someone so short could have legs that seemed to go on for so long. Those schoolgirl skirts and flouncy little dresses Rachel always wore to school were bad enough. But the Cheerio skirt on her was positively lethal. Santana barely even glanced at the hints of skin peeking through the fabric slats of the skirt before she noticed Rachel’s hands clasped in front of her body, fidgeting together.

“So… What do you think?” she asked. Santana snapped herself out of her daze to realize Rachel was waiting for a verbal response. Seemingly nervous and… shy? That was a new one.

“You -” Santana started, her voice coming out breathier than she expected. She cleared her throat and tried again. “You look good.”

“Really?” Rachel asked, instantly relaxing at the compliment. “Thank you… I was worried I’d look silly. You really don’t think I look silly?”

“God, no, Rach. You look seriously hot right now.”

The blush from before came creeping back into Rachel’s cheeks as she smiled at Santana’s praise.

“Okay, okay, picture time!” Rachel clapped. She backed up to the curtain, facing Santana with her hands on her hips and a bright grin on her face.

Santana smiled to herself, snapping a couple of pictures of Rachel like that. “Very cute,” she commented. “But you have to give me a real cheerleader pose.” She watched as Rachel gave it some thought, then switched poses. Drawing a knee up and balancing on one foot, raising her arms up over her head in a big V. “Ooh, much better. Shake them pompoms, girl,” she teased.

“But we don’t have any - oh.” Rachel giggled, but held her position as Santana took more pictures. “You’re so bad…”

“You love me for it,” Santana said. She lowered the phone, so Rachel dropped her pose. “So, uh, who are the pictures for?” she asked curiously, feeling like she needed a distraction to keep herself from leering at Rachel any more than she already was. Talking about either of the two guys Rachel was somehow still juggling seemed like a good way to bring her down.

“No one,” Rachel replied quickly. “I mean, it isn’t like that. I just wanted them for my own benefit. And I suppose I’ll send one to Tina, since she inadvertently started this. Of course I’ll have to show Kurt - he’ll get a kick out of it.”

“You can send them to me,” Santana said with a slight shrug, hoping that would somehow make it seem like a casual and not at all weird thing to suggest.

“Really? You’d want me to send them to you?” Rachel asked. Her expression shifted from confusion to mischievous as a smirk slowly spread across her face. “Why? Something for your spank bank?” she asked, trying her hand at teasing Santana like Santana had just been doing to her.

Santana didn’t respond, feeling a lump forming in her throat with the way Rachel was staring at her right now.

“Oh my gosh, I was kidding!”

“Shut it, Berry,” was the only comeback Santana could muster.

“Santana, I had no idea you felt this way about me,” Rachel teased, twirling back and forth on the spot and making her borrowed skirt flare out with each move. “It’s nice to know you think I’m so attractive.”

“Berry, if you keep talking, I’m going to throw your phone out the window.”

“Aw, come on, San. What did you just tell me? Something about how this is all totally normal and it’s good to have a healthy sexual appetite -”

“Okay, I warned you.” Santana marched to the other side of the room, Rachel’s phone clutched tight in hand, heading over to the closest window.

“No!” Rachel exclaimed, chasing after Santana and snatching her phone back. “Those windows don’t even open, you know?”

“No, but I bet they break,” Santana replied flatly.

“God, Santana, is that really still how it is with you? You can dish it out but you still can’t take it?” Rachel asked, crossing her arms over her chest and arching an eyebrow at the other woman.

Santana didn’t answer at first, just looked Rachel up and down again to take in her full appearance. She let out a short laugh, shaking her head.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing… You’re just really embodying the whole cheer captain HBIC thing right now. It’s impressive, really.”

“Well I am an actress. It’s what I do,” Rachel replied, distracted from tormenting Santana now that she was being complimented again.

“True… But you’re missing something.”

“What?”

Santana turned to Rachel’s vanity, grabbing a brush and hair tie and waving them in front of her face. “The high pony, duh. You went to all this trouble to try the uniform on, you might as well rock the whole look. Otherwise it won’t be as authentic or whatever.”

She sat back on Rachel’s bed, making herself comfortable against the pillows at the headboard and gesturing for Rachel to come sit in front of her.

“I suppose you make a good point,” Rachel said, joining her on the bed. She settled in between Santana’s legs, her back facing Santana’s front.

Santana took her time in gently brushing through Rachel’s hair and gathering it all up at the crown of her head. Thankful for the fact that Rachel’s back was to her at the moment. She just needed to calm herself down. Stop her mind from racing to dangerous places.

Really, she didn’t know what came over her all of a sudden. Santana was in college. In New York. Santana was a grown adult now.

So why was she feeling butterflies like this was some stupid high school crush?

It was just the uniform, Santana told herself. Obviously it dredged up feelings for her ex and memories of everything they got up to in high school. But even as Santana tried her damnedest to redirect her feelings to a more appropriate place, all she could think about was Rachel. All the times she subtly (or so she thought) checked her out during glee practice, or a group trip to Breadstix or the Lima Bean. She thought about when Rachel showed up to class in her Britney costume, and how it seemed to jumpstart Santana’s whole sexual identity crisis. Even before that, in sophomore year Santana would often find herself staring at Rachel’s legs in those ridiculously short skirts during dance rehearsals before she was even totally aware of what she was doing.

Okay, the little trip down memory lane certainly wasn’t helping. Suddenly all Santana wanted was to get away from Rachel and really calm down. Whatever was going on with her right now, she didn’t need to add it onto the already strained and beyond complicated relationship she had with Rachel.

She wrapped the elastic around the ponytail and tightened it - possibly a little too hard, given the way Rachel hummed in response - and sat back against the headboard. The most distance between them that Santana could manage right now, given the fact that Rachel was practically sitting in her lap.

Rachel turned halfway around to look at Santana, and Santana was sure by the look on her face that she didn’t have the same tumultuous thoughts swirling around in her own head.

Of course she didn’t.

“So… How do I look now?” Rachel asked with a hopeful smile.

“Awesome…” Santana whispered. And then, without thinking, reached up with one slightly trembling hand to try and sweep Rachel’s bangs to the side. “You should wear your hair like this more often… You always have so much hair in your face, like, all the time. Someone could start to think you’re hiding behind it.”

“Maybe I am…” Rachel murmured. “I always thought that pulling my hair back would only serve to highlight my… beak.”

Santana’s hand dropped back down to her side, as her stomach started to twist itself into knots. Of course while she was inappropriately thirsting over Rachel, Rachel was just going through every insult Santana had ever hurled at her in high school.

Because when were they ever on the same page?

“Well that’s rude. And it’s just not true… Who said that?” Santana asked quietly.

“Oh, just some mean girl I knew back in high school…”

“Yeah, well… she’s not here anymore,” Santana whispered. She took a deep breath, forcing herself not to break eye contact with Rachel as she spoke. “Look, Berry, if you tell anyone I said this, then I’m throwing you out the window instead. But you’re hot, okay? Like seriously hot. You’d have to be blind not to see that.”

Rachel blushed - they’d both been doing plenty of that this afternoon, Santana thought - and smiled at the praise.

“Thank you…” she replied softly, her gaze downcast as she played with a loose thread on the comforter. “I was being flippant earlier, but it really does mean a lot that you see me that way now…”

“Not just now…”

Rachel froze, looking up to meet Santana’s eyes again. “Santana…”

Santana shook her head slightly, needing to snap herself out of this little bubble she’d created for herself and come back to reality. “You, um - We can take some more pictures now that your hair is -”

Rachel lunged forward, cutting Santana off with a kiss. Eager but not forceful, almost like she was expecting Santana to push her away.

Santana didn’t push. But she was too stunned to react. Before she really processed what was happening, Rachel broke the kiss herself.

“Oh my gosh…” Rachel whispered, her hand coming up to gently touch over her own lips. Looking as stunned as Santana felt, like she couldn’t believe what she’d just done. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me… That was very impulsive and I know I should’ve asked for permission first or - or given you a warning but I -”

Santana interrupted her with a kiss of her own. Gentler this time, just a way to wordlessly tell her it was okay, that she didn’t have to work herself into a lather over this.

Trying to convince herself of the same thing.

Rachel looked much more calm when they broke apart this time. She turned around completely, sitting on her knees and facing Santana fully.

“Well… this is certainly new for us.”

“No shit,” Santana replied. Doing her best to hide just how affected she was by the kisses.

Rachel wasn’t thrown by her attitude.

“New is good,” Rachel continued softly, looking into Santana’s eyes. “I mean, if someone told me three years ago that not only would you and I be living together, we’d be genuine friends on top of that, I would’ve thought they were lying. But our relationship has progressed leaps and bounds over the years and, well, here we are now… Who knows? Maybe this was the obvious next step for us?”

Santana just stared at Rachel, her brain still struggling to process their kisses, never mind whatever monologue Rachel was busting out to try and justify what they’d done. All she could do was nod her head once she realized Rachel’s speech sort of required a response.

“Obvious” was the furthest thing from her mind right now.

“We don’t have to have it all figured out right now…” Rachel said softly. “I know it’s a lot, and you don’t seem to want to discuss it at the moment, which is completely fine by me… I don’t know what this means for us. All I know is that I really want to kiss you again…”

“Rach?”

“Yes?”

“Do you ever shut up?”

Rachel opened her mouth to answer, but Santana didn’t give her the chance. She pulled Rachel close again, taking whatever response she was formulating and turning it into a soft, muffled moan as their lips met once more.

No longer hesitant, no longer worried about being rejected, they let themselves indulge. Giving in to their desires, and letting the spark between them ignite into a full blown flame.

Santana’s arms wound tight around Rachel, and Rachel pressed closer against the other woman. Shifting so her legs were bracketing Santana’s, and she was sitting in her lap.

When Santana pulled away this time, it was to start trailing kisses along Rachel’s jawline instead. Her hand crept up Rachel’s back, up to the ponytail she’d styled just minutes earlier, getting a firm grip and using it to tilt Rachel’s head back, exposing her neck and giving Santana plenty of new territory to explore.

And explore she did.

Spurred on by Rachel’s soft little hums of pleasure, Santana let her lips wander over every exposed inch of Rachel’s skin she could reach. Paying special attention to each and every noise falling from Rachel’s lips, every shift of her body, making sure she knew what kind of reaction she got from every spot she kissed.

A kiss just below Rachel’s ear earned a sharp gasp in response.

Santana’s lips brushing over the curve between her neck and shoulder pulled a soft whine from Rachel.

An open mouthed kiss to Rachel’s pulse point - Rachel’s body jolted in Santana’s arms, a low moan escaping her lips.

“There we go…” Santana purred, a self-satisfied smirk on her face as she went back in for more. Kissing over the same spot, as Rachel’s grip tightened on Santana’s shoulders. Darting her tongue out to lick over it, making Rachel squirm in her lap. Sinking her teeth in and starting to suck at her skin, causing Rachel to cry out in pleasure.

“Santana…” Rachel breathed, her eyes clenched shut as Santana teased the oh so sensitive spot on her neck.

Santana just hummed in response, not wanting to let up until she knew she’d left her mark. She looped Rachel’s ponytail around her hand, getting a better grip and yanking her head back further, earning another moan from Rachel.

“Santana, please…”

That got Santana to stop. She kissed over the faint purple hickey she’d managed to leave, before looking up at Rachel through her lashes.

“Please what?”

Santana’s grip loosened on Rachel’s hair, so Rachel had enough room to tilt her head forward again. She just stared at Santana with heavy lidded eyes, her lips still parted but no more words coming out.

“Oh, now you’re speechless?” Santana asked, a teasing lilt to her voice. It was slight, but apparently enough to make Rachel blush. “Suddenly you’re shy about making demands?”

“Asking for a solo that I know I deserve isn’t exactly the same as… this,” Rachel whispered.

Santana chuckled at that, shaking her head as she looked up at Rachel. “Is that it? Think you haven’t done enough to deserve a little pleasure?”

Santana wrapped both arms securely around Rachel again, holding her tight as she sat up. Switching their positions, she laid Rachel back on the bed, their legs slotting together as Santana settled herself over Rachel. She leaned in closer, like she was going in for another kiss, but swerved at the last second and brought her lips up to Rachel’s ear instead.

“You want me to make you work for it, Berry?” she asked in a hushed whisper.

Rachel whined softly, shook her head.

“Well you have to tell me what you do want…”

“I - I want you…” she breathed. Santana tried to pull back enough to look down at Rachel, but the other woman tightened her arms around Santana’s body, keeping her in place. “I want you to - to stop teasing me, and kiss me, and - and touch me.”

“Better…” Santana whispered. Still attempting nonchalance to hide the way her heart jolted in her chest at the request from Rachel.

She rewarded Rachel’s bluntness with more kisses and nips to her neck, still making sure to focus on the spots that got the best reactions. Keeping herself balanced with one arm on the mattress, her other hand came up between them to touch Rachel. Running over the stiff material of the uniform, hesitating just a moment before cupping Rachel’s breast.

Santana knew from experience that it was difficult to get any real gratification from over-the-uniform touches, but Rachel still gasped at Santana’s actions. So she kept it at that for a few moments, sucking another mark into Rachel’s neck as she toyed with her. Squeezing gently, then a little harder, rubbing her thumb over her nipple, trying to see if any of it was working for her.

Just when she was about to ask if Rachel wanted to get the top out of the way, she had her answer.

Rachel’s hand came down to the wrong side of the uniform, fumbling for the zipper that wasn’t there.

“Please get this stupid thing off of me,” she said with a frustrated huff, pouting up at Santana.

“Fuck, you’re such a brat…” Santana muttered, reaching up to the right side and quickly tugging the zipper open. Easily ridding Rachel of the uniform top, and leaving her naked from the waist up.

Santana’s eyes roamed over Rachel’s half naked body, drinking in this new sight before glancing back up to meet Rachel’s eyes. Feeling like Rachel was waiting for her approval.

“Still hot, though,” Santana whispered. She moved down a little, kissing all over where she couldn’t reach before. Letting her lips lead the exploration over Rachel’s collarbones, her chest, the space between her breasts. Her hand slowly wandered up Rachel’s side, enjoying the bare skin underneath, but paused just short of groping her again.

“We can stop if you want to…” she told Rachel. Needing more than Rachel’s reserved silence before she was comfortable going further.

Rachel shook her head quickly. “Please don’t stop…”

Santana felt a sense of relief flood through her body, just knowing Rachel was into this. Into her.

She smiled, and leaned up to press a soft kiss to Rachel’s lips as her hand met her breast again. Repeating the same actions she’d done over the uniform top, for a much more enthusiastic Rachel this time around.

Santana kissed back down Rachel’s body, circling her nipple with her tongue before taking it into her mouth and sucking gently.

“Ohh…” Rachel moaned, reaching up to thread her fingers through Santana’s hair and hold her in place.

Not that Santana planned on moving any time soon.

She was enjoying Rachel’s reactions far too much. All the breathy moans, the little mewls of pleasure, the way her body trembled underneath her, how she tugged at Santana’s hair when Santana got the tiniest bit rough with a pinch or a nip.

And how, before long, Rachel started to weakly grind against Santana’s leg that was situated between both of hers. She thought she felt the slightest damp patch rubbing against her thigh.

“Have you soaked through two layers already?” she asked, licking her lips as she looked up at Rachel. “Or did you decide to go completely commando under my uniform, pervert?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Rachel whispered, parting her legs in invitation.

Santana happily accepted.

She slid a hand down Rachel’s stomach, bypassing the skirt part of the uniform, and let it disappear beneath the waistband of the bright red spankies.

Rachel whimpered as Santana’s fingers brushed over her sensitive clit, and easily glided down lower over her slick folds.

“Fuck, how are you this wet already?” Santana asked in a low, husky voice, keeping her eyes on Rachel’s face as her fingers teased Rachel with practiced, expert movements.

She could tell Rachel was wearing her own underwear as well, because she wasn’t immediately met with the less comfortable fabric of the Cheerio panties. She could also feel a wet spot against the back of her hand letting her know that, yeah, Rachel had already soaked through two layers of clothing.

That was doing wonders for her confidence.

“Is this all from a few hickeys and a little second base action? Makes sense, it’s probably the most time anyone’s ever spent on your pleasure…” she murmured, kissing over one of the marks she’d left behind earlier.

Maybe it was the lingering mean streak in her that begged Santana to tease Rachel even in this situation. But the way Rachel was moaning and basically humping her hand, Santana was sure she could say anything right now and Rachel wouldn’t give a fuck, as long as Santana kept working her clit the way she was.

“Or maybe you started getting turned on when I was taking your picture…” she continued, biting over Rachel’s pulse point and making her cry out. “I know how much you love that…” She licked over the spot to soothe it, pressing a soft kiss there as well. “Too bad I can’t get to your phone now, or I’d have to take some pictures of you like this…”

Rachel let out another soft whimper, absently nodding her head along with Santana’s words.

Santana had thought Rachel didn’t care what she was saying, but maybe she was wrong.

She was starting to think Rachel was getting off on it.

“No, I know what it was…” she purred, slowing her movements down and just idly circling her index finger over Rachel’s clit to draw things out and keep teasing her. “I bet you started getting turned on because I walked in on you doing something risqué. Caught in the act, and all that. You seem like the type of person who needs a healthy little dose of humiliation to get themselves going. Fuck, if that’s the case, you must’ve been this soaked 24/7 in high school…” she chuckled. “That could explain a lot…”

Rachel whined, her face completely flushed pink again. Santana wondered if it was caused more by her words or her actions. Whichever it was, she wasn’t stopping either one.

“Mm, but honestly, I think I was right the very first time…” Santana said, her hand slipping a little lower as she started to sink two fingers into Rachel’s leaking entrance.

Rachel gasped, her legs involuntarily coming closer together. Santana had to nudge them apart again with her own leg to keep Rachel open for her.

“I think I walked in at the start of a very elaborate masturbation session. I think this game of dress up was just the first step.”

She thrust her fingers in with slow, shallow motions, just letting them fill Rachel a little at a time. Delving deeper and deeper, bit by bit, until they were buried as deep inside as they could get. She held still a moment, her thumb finding Rachel’s clit and working it as she started to pump her fingers in and out.

“I know how much you like to put on a show, Berry, even if you’re the only audience member,” she whispered in her ear, listening to the short, ragged breaths that Rachel took as she rode Santana’s fingers. “And the way your mirror and vanity are both facing the bed, well, you would’ve had the best seat in the house, wouldn’t you? Looking like Cheerio royalty, sitting on the edge of your bed with your legs spread, fingering yourself, with the best view from all angles… I bet you would’ve gotten yourself off in no time.”

“Shut… up!” was all Rachel could muster in response. She shoved a hand into her underwear alongside Santana’s, starting to rub her clit while Santana fingered her.

Rachel’s orgasm hit almost immediately, and her back arched off the bed as she came with a loud, lyrical moan.

Santana worked her through it, fingering Rachel until she was spent and stilled her own hand. She pressed a few soft kisses along Rachel’s neck and shoulder as she slowly pulled her fingers out, and pulled them free from the confines of Rachel’s underwear.

“Even your sex noises are annoyingly musical…” Santana muttered.

“I-” Rachel stopped, staring up at Santana as Santana popped her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean.

“You..?” Santana asked, but Rachel didn’t respond. Just grabbed her by the hair and pulled her in for another heated kiss. Surprising Santana by immediately licking into her mouth, chasing the taste of herself on Santana’s tongue.

The kiss was as quick as it was dirty, and Rachel pulled back far too soon for Santana’s liking. She laid back on the bed, her eyes closed and her lips parted as she let out a content sigh.

Santana laid there as well, watching Rachel for a few moments as she awaited her next move. When she couldn’t be sure one was even coming, Santana started to feel awkward. She turned onto her back, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

Was that it? One and done? She honestly wasn’t expecting Rachel to pay her back, but at least acknowledging her presence post orgasm would be nice.

Santana rolled her eyes, resigning herself to her long overdue shower, and pretending like this never happened once she left the confines of Rachel’s room.

She sat up to leave, but a gentle hand on her arm made her pause.

“Where are you going?” Rachel asked, her brows knitted together ever so slightly as she looked up at Santana with those deep brown doe eyes of hers.

“Shower. Figured you’d want some privacy to change.”

“But I haven’t even - I mean, you didn’t let me…” Rachel trailed off, pouting a little as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. “Are we done?”

“You tell me,” Santana replied with a shrug. Her icy attitude creeping back in now that there was the slightest possibility of Rachel rejecting her again.

“I… I don’t want to be,” she whispered, sitting up fully now and frowning at Santana. “I just needed a moment to catch my breath. I’ve never - Well, it’s been - That was the best orgasm I’ve had in a while,” she admitted. “I didn’t know it was possible to have such a strong reaction from a little fondling and dirty talk.”

“Yeah, well, it’s safe to say I’m the hottest partner you’ve ever had,” Santana replied airily, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. “That probably helped.”

“I most definitely agree with you there…” Rachel said with a shy little smile. “Which would make it all the more disappointing if you were to leave without letting me reciprocate. I mean, you’re still fully dressed, and I was so caught up in what you were doing to me that I was barely in my right mind to do anything back.”

“Well I guess if this is where you want to start worrying about equality and fairness, you won’t hear me complaining,” Santana smirked.

Rachel reached out to tangle her fingers in Santana’s hair, pulling her into a kiss. She eased Santana back on the bed, and Santana went willingly, letting Rachel crawl on top of her and take the reins for a while.

Rachel made short work of Santana’s dancewear, getting her out of her tank top and shorts, then her sports bra, and finally her underwear. Leaving Santana completely naked, while Rachel still sported the remaining vestiges of the Cheerio uniform.

She sat back on her heels, slowly running her hands along Santana’s smooth, toned legs, admiring the view in front of her.

Whether in uniform, dancewear, street clothes, or nothing at all, Santana was every bit as gorgeous as Rachel always knew she was. She used to envy her for it - hate her for it - but those thoughts were so far away from Rachel’s mind at this moment that they might as well have belonged to someone else.

How could Rachel hate her now? How could she be jealous? When Santana was naked in her bed, baring herself completely for her, and her alone. It was everyone else that should be jealous of Rachel now. Because Santana was hers.

At least for the moment.

A slight smirk tugged at Rachel’s lips as her gaze settled on Santana’s opening, seeing her skin already glistening with wetness.

“And you were making fun of me earlier?” Rachel teased, reaching out to run a finger agonizingly slowly over Santana’s folds. Santana shuddered lightly at the touch, then watched in awe as Rachel immediately brought her finger up to her lips and swirled her tongue around it. “Mm, looks like somebody is a bit of a hypocrite…”

“Take it as a compliment, Berry…” Santana muttered, wrapping her legs around Rachel to try and pull her closer. Rachel giggled - actually fucking giggled - and gently pushed Santana’s legs back down to the bed.

“You took your sweet time earlier, I think it’s only fair you give me the same courtesy,” she murmured. She carefully settled herself over Santana, pecking her on the lips once before starting the journey lower, trailing kisses down the column of Santana’s throat.

She must’ve wanted to repay everything Santana did to her, Santana thought, because it wasn’t long before Rachel was latching onto her neck and sucking a mark, in almost the exact same spot Santana left one on her.

Santana reached up to grab onto Rachel’s ponytail again and hold her in place. Her other hand found Rachel’s, bringing it up to her breast so Rachel could give her a different kind of pleasure at the same time. Rachel didn’t protest being moved like this, no doubt too concerned with her budding hickey to say anything. She just let Santana guide her, and started teasing her nipple like she wanted.

Rachel didn’t pull away from her neck for what seemed like ages, and Santana knew there had to be a nasty looking mark left in her wake. But Rachel seemed proud of it judging by the self satisfied little smile on her face.

Rachel gently blew over the wet patch of skin, and Santana shivered.

“Felt like marking your territory, huh?”

“Maybe…” Rachel smiled, before kissing her way lower.

Santana figured none of Rachel’s past fucks were into nipple play, because when Rachel got to second base, she could tell Rachel was mimicking what Santana had done to her. Which wasn’t really a bad thing. Santana knew what she was doing, so Rachel copying her just made it seem like Rachel knew what she was doing.

So it was oh so upsetting when Rachel pulled away far too quickly for Santana’s liking, and started kissing lower down her body instead.

“Oh, you’re -” Santana cut herself off, licking her lips as she watched Rachel.

“Is that okay?” Rachel asked softly, stopping to look up at Santana with her mouth just a few inches shy of Santana’s pussy.

“Fuck, yeah, more than okay…” Santana replied with an eager nod. “I just - didn’t think you’d go for muff diving right away.”

Rachel wrinkled her nose up at the phrase, but pressed a soft kiss to Santana’s hipbone. “I’ll admit it’s something I’ve always been curious about…” she murmured. She dropped another kiss to Santana’s lower abdomen, then moved down to kiss along her inner thighs. “It’s an act that I certainly wouldn’t mind adding to my sexual repertoire…” she added in between kisses.

“Mm, you make it sound so sexy…” Santana purred, her words dripping with sarcasm.

“As sexy as ‘muff diving’?” Rachel shot back.

“Why don’t you put that mouth to good use and eat me already?” Santana asked, still holding onto Rachel’s ponytail and bucking her hips up slightly.

Rachel retaliated by grabbing onto Santana’s thighs, keeping her spread open and pressed down against the bed at the same time. She leaned in closer, hesitating at the last second like she had to steel her nerves, before just going for it.

Santana moaned at the initial contact, holding tight to Rachel’s hair but letting her go at her own pace. Which, Santana quickly found out, was much more erratic and scattershot now that she really didn’t know what she was doing.

“Fuck, Rach, it’s not a competition,” she breathed, gently tugging on Rachel’s hair to get her to back up a little. “It’s been a while for me, too. I just wanna enjoy the ride, okay?”

“I - Sorry…” Rachel whispered, licking over her lips and avoiding Santana’s gaze. “Do you, um… Any advice?” she asked sheepishly.

“You can start by taking your time…” she replied softly. “Just try to remember how it felt whenever you were on the receiving end of it, and try and mimic what felt good to you.”

Rachel remained quiet, still not looking up at Santana, or attempting to resume her oral work.

Fuck, Santana thought, getting enough information in Rachel’s silence to fill in the gaps of her sex life. Or at least enough to realize that Rachel’s sex life was nothing but gaps. With the guys she’d been with, Santana knew it couldn’t be good, but goddamn. It was way past the point of being even a little comical to her now.

Though Santana didn’t think she could be the best teacher. All her experience with guys was just lesson after lesson on what she definitely didn’t want. With her ex, they got to figure things out together. And in the limited hookups she’d had since moving to the city, there were only women who seemed way more experienced than her.

She took a deep breath, gently running her fingers through Rachel’s bangs to sweep them back out of her face.

“Just think about whatever feels good when you touch yourself, and turn it around on me. But with tongue,” she said. “I mean, use your fingers, too. Don’t let me limit your creativity. Just slow it down a little. And don’t just focus on the clit the whole time, either. That’s like, a total rookie mistake.”

“O-okay…” Rachel nodded. “Sorry for being such a drama queen about all this…” she added quietly, pressing a conciliatory kiss to Santana’s hip.

“Like I’d expect anything less…” Santana murmured. “But don’t worry, I plan on giving you lots of opportunities to practice until you’ve totally perfected your technique.”

Rachel cracked a smile at that, ducking her head bashfully and leaving a few more kisses in her wake as she traveled back to Santana’s center. She started again, working much more slowly this time, taking her time to just savor everything about the experience.

Santana let out a soft hum in satisfaction, going back to holding onto the base of Rachel’s ponytail, guiding her a little but mostly letting her explore on her own. She spread her legs wider for Rachel, folding her other arm behind her head so she could prop herself up and enjoy the view.

“Mm, better already, baby…” she breathed. “Just nice and slow for now. You can build up to more…”

Rachel hummed in response, sending a shiver up Santana’s spine.

Santana didn’t offer too many instructions after that, but wasn’t shy about praising Rachel either. She let her know what felt good, encouraged her to keep going, even told her how hot she looked.

Of course Rachel ate it all up.

But she had to back off after a while just to catch her breath. Feeling light headed, like she’d somehow been forgetting to breathe this entire time. “Still doing a good job?” she asked, tracing her index finger over Santana, following all the same paths her tongue had taken.

“Better than good…” Santana whispered, her hand sliding down to cradle Rachel’s jaw, her thumb brushing over her bottom lip that was slick and shiny from her juices. She raised her hand up to suck it clean and taste herself.

Rachel smiled proudly at that, her attention shifting downward again as she slowly started to push two fingers inside of Santana. Santana moaned, clenched tight around her, before relaxing into it. Rachel watched as Santana’s hips rolled with her movements, fucking herself deeper and deeper onto Rachel’s fingers.

She brought her other hand up to spread Santana open further, making it easier to get to her clit. She swirled her tongue around it, sucking gently, as her fingers started moving faster in and out of Santana.

“Fuck, baby, just like that…” Santana moaned, her hand tight in Rachel’s hair to keep her in place now. Rocking her hips up to press herself harder against Rachel’s tongue, and down again to fuck herself on her fingers. “I’m close…”

It only took a few more moments for Santana to chase down her orgasm, crying out as she came and spilled out all over Rachel.

Rachel didn’t stop. She just doubled down, working her fingers at a rapid pace inside Santana and eagerly lapping at her cunt until she got Santana to cum again.

“Fuck!” Santana cried, pulling Rachel in suffocatingly close and riding her tongue and fingers until her second orgasm subsided. She had to push Rachel back after that, her sensitive pussy desperate for a reprieve.

Rachel popped up from between her legs, a smile on her face as she crawled up the bed to lay down beside Santana. “Still good?” she asked.

Santana turned her head to look at Rachel, just to see most of the lower half of her face shining with her juices. She let out a breathless laugh, leaning closer to plant a sloppy kiss on Rachel’s lips - trying to taste herself more than she was actually trying to kiss Rachel. “You’re a fucking mess…” she mumbled, falling back against the pillows. “You must’ve really been dying to experiment like this.”

“I was. Eager, I mean…” Rachel whispered, keeping her eyes on Santana’s as she spoke. “But not just for an experiment, or experience points. That was nice, of course, but… Well, I couldn’t see myself doing this with just anyone. And you certainly aren’t just anyone.”

“Damn straight,” Santana smirked.

Rachel laughed.

“Imagine if we knew three years ago that we would end up here…” Rachel sighed. “We could’ve saved ourselves a lot of fighting.”

“Nah, I think we needed the build up,” Santana replied. “It was three years of very elaborate, drawn out foreplay.”

“Maybe you’re right…” Rachel chuckled. “Just promise me it won’t take three more years of arguments and insults before we have sex again.”

“Oh, I promise.”

“And hey, since you were so fond of the dress up idea, I’m sure I can dig up some old plaid skirts for you to wear next time…”

“Don’t push your luck, Berry.”

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Chris Colfer is a sweetheart, but I loathe Kurt. He's a horrible person, he forced a future on Blaine that Blaine didn't even want. I don't write Blaine going to NYADA. Not even New York all the time. I am not as enamored with New York as the rest of the world. Glee fucked up so much. So so so much.

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🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

Oooh. That's An interesting question. I am almost fine with all AUs. But I am not for age gap, werewolf.

I have a long list of liking: vampires, high-school,college, husbands klaine, time travel,what ifs, etc...pretty versatile.

🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a fuck-up in characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc…

For Kurt, I absolutely hated the way beiste, Emma and artie treated him in West Side story audition. If somebody is not fit for a part,it's fine. But they just kept laughing. I hate it.

Klaine, I think they should have chatted about chandler situation. I would completely change their s6 plot. I can't watch hurt locker,I'm sorry.

I wouldn't have made blaine go to nyada or kurt to nyada. I know something horrible was to happen if you put both in same school. And bam! Somehow Blaine entered 2nd yr along with Kurt. I don't know🤷‍♀️

I would have married klaine late. I would have never made Brittana married. Sorry not sorry,I said it🤷‍♀️ also I want to see karofaky with a better deserving person and not as a rebound

Thank you for asking. It was fun.

[hevanderson]

imagine a season 4 drizzle au tumblr simulator lol that's so niche nobody would like that

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One of my roommates is crying in the other room while I'm rehearsing a number for my dance class. Having roommates really sucks! :(

#If they make me flunk out of NYADA #I will never let them hear the end of this. #Rachel rambles

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I think getting scolded by your boss at your job at VOGUE.com is incredibly unfair. I need to keep my colleagues in the know. I should not be punished for this. Nobody tell my boss I said this I'm the only one in my apartment who works.

#so what if it doesn't pertain to the job #these 40 year olds are my friends #and with the life i currently have someone needs to know okay!

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anonymous asked: AITA for cheating on my boyfriend? He was being super neglectful and focusing on his job, which he doesn't even need because I have a lot of money and could provide for him because I'm a great boyfriend. I didn't have any other choice because he refuses tobcommunicate. It wasn't even that serious, and I feel really bad about it, but he won't take me back. He even throws away the hand made cards I make him.

🌆 aita-nyada answered:

what do these acronyms mean?

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I'm seriouslu goign to do it tjis time he threw away ome of tje notes I spent twenty minutes of class time on,. It even had an origami swan witj it.

#TW suicide threat #TW abusive behavior

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Bullying him is so fucking funny like it's unreal

#I cope with my break up like a normal person #By bullying people I know on Tumblr

anonymous asked: Maybe it was the bowties that made him break up with you? I'm p sure he's fine with cheating, just not bowties

🐤 bowties-with-pride answered: Hwo dare yuo. Stop lying abour him he lovesd my bowties okay he Bought me one for Christmas. And he hates chesting that's why he hates me and broke up witj me and wants me to die

#TW bullying #TW anonymous hate #TW lies #Asks!

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I love being the only normal one in my friend group

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WHY ARE THYE SO FUCKING HAPPY IHOPE YOU DIE WHY DOES SHE LIKE MY RICHER COUSIN THIS IS THE FUCKING WORST

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🐱 unicat Follow

Date with sugar at breadstix was really nice there was a bug in my spaghetti and his name is Gerald and he tasted really good

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awwww im srry bby :((((( i should have my daddy buy breadstix and also every single bug so that never happens again!!!!!

🐱 unicat Follow

It actually tasted better this way

[mintedwitcher]

I'm back on my glee bullshit and once again I am infuriated by the fact that Rachel choked in her audition, spent weeks harassing and borderline stalking the dean, and somehow SHE got into NYADA. Meanwhile Kurt, who nailed his audition and got a GLOWING REVIEW, didn't get in.

Seriously who wrote this plotline. I just want to talk.

(A better plotline would've been Rachel getting a fucking reality check for once. Literally, swap her plotline with Kurt's and boom, instant improvement. Rachel was always the golden child character and it fucking shows. Seriously how did SHE get in when KURT DIDNT.)

[colorisbyshe]

"#concert behaviour has gotten so bad since venues opened up after lockdown" slightly related, but the one rule now that pisses me off beyond anything is when people tell others not to sing loudly at concerts because 'you're there to listen to the artist sing' and 'you're ruining other peoples' experiences' it's so fucking snobby. like um. sorry, but no? i'm going to sing the songs i came here to see performed because i love them? the thing concerts were pretty much made for??

if these kids (and yeah, I'm calling them kids, because it's mostly FROM kids) knew what concerts were like when I was the same age as them they would explode on the spot and get kicked out of the venue for being stupid. they don't want anyone to do ANYTHING "disruptive" (see: singing, dancing, moshing if it's a hardcore show, etc) at these shows so they can get instagram and tiktok clips for clout.

and i KNOW i sound like a massive boomer because of it but i really don't care. if you can't handle other people singing in your videos because they're 'too loud' and take away from the aesthetic of a live concert video that's a you problem. maybe don't go to concerts, then <3

(not you, obviously, but it made me think of the things i've seen on TT from teens/early 20's people and I apologize for the rant)

See... you're not gonna get the most sympathetic ear from me on this one because the singing thing is REEEEAAALLY context specific.

I don't think you should be sing-screaming the entire concert--typically, there are moments where it's expected and moments where it's really, really not and you do need ot just chill and listen. And the big issue about "singers' during concert is people doing their own vocal runs and operatic shenanigans OVER the actual singer. Like... I LOVE singing along (though I mostly lip-sing at concerts because I uh...... struggle to retain lyrics) but I've been thoroughly pissed off by people singing like they just left the high school theater club while at a fucking rock show. Like... you are not Rachel Berry auditioning for NYADA... chill the fuck out.

Like... it's very much "Yeah, match the vibe of the audience" thing. Your singing along should NOT stand out. It shouldn't.

If you become the Main Character of a concert for the audience, the people around you, the actual performers, you have committed a party foul. Go the fuck home.

There needs to be a balance between just standing there with your phone, not showing any enthusiasm at all (ALSO an issue I've had with recent concerts) and like... making the entire concert about YOU at the expense of the peopel around you.

Like, I love a good mosh pit. If you alone are flailing in the crowd and shoving into people when no one else is responding in kind, you are an asshole.

Match the vibe.

You should not be more memorable than the performer. Period.

I'm not necessarily a concert expert (I've been to about ~50 shows, ranging from being in the pit at bar shows to seeing pop acts at metlife to kpop to indie rock to shows for middle aged people throwing around beach balls) but like... I know that much.

There is no har dand fast rule but... read the fucking room. And sometimes, "the room" can just be the people in your immediate vicinity. Of course, sometimes people ARE too strict and just want the perfect video, so fuck 'em, but sometimes... you aaaare the problem.

I've seen people get kicked out and I've never thought they didn't deserve it. Shout out to the drunk person who was like... trying to head butt people at an Against Me show that was crazy.

[gleekto]

Klaine Advent 2022: Chemistry Sucks (13/?)

Summary: Nerd!Kurt/ Popular!Blaine high school AU - Kurt joins Glee club in his junior year to please his dad, though he’d rather just hide out in the library until he can graduate and get out of Lima.

Turns out he’s not the only gay kid in town. Too bad the other out gay kid is cocky and popular senior, Blaine Anderson. Sure of himself, gets all the solos, things served to him on a platter. Kurt finds him shallow and infuriating.

Blaine finds Kurt square and irritating.

Yet at a party one night, they promise to sleep together if they don’t have other opportunities by the end of the year. A dare. Naturally competitive spirits.

Day 1, Day 2,Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8, Day 9, Day 10, Day 11, Day 12

Chemistry Sucks (Day 13: Dispose and Pump)

We are young. Heart ache to heart ache we stand. The music pumps through the speakers in the gym.

"God this choreography is killer," Blaine huffs as he puts down the bo staff they managed to secure from the local theatre. A stage weaponry prop he and Kurt use to "fight" during their number - on beat and with perfect coordination. They're in black tank tops and sweats in the McKinley gym, trying to make sure they're ready and it's very hard not to notice that Kurt is much taller than him, and broad, and strong. Like a total transformation since the beginning of the year.

"When did you become the main character in the guns' show?" Blaine reaches out and gently squeezes Kurt's bicep. He's not even sure he meant to and he feels Kurt startle at the touch but Kurt doesn't move away.

"You see me every day, Blaine."

"I know but you wear so many layers. I didn't realize. You're really-"

"Not the nerdy baby penguin from the library you so quickly judged?" Point for Kurt - a solid attempt at drudging up their old rivalry in service to the energy of their duet. Kurt flexes his muscle, half in jest all in earnest.

"I was going to say jacked or maybe hot, but sure." He can't stop his eyes from roaming along Kurt's arm and body. When he looks back up, Kurt's face is flushed red. Could be from the exercise. "And I suppose an apology is in order for so quickly dismissing you as a nerd?"

"Definitely not. Our hate-chemistry won us Regionals. And I am a nerd. Nothing more attractive than a 98 in chemistry." Kurt waggles his eyebrows which should be ridiculous but in that tank top, everything is hot.

"And a sharp tongue, and a body like-" They're face to face, a metre apart, in combat mode.

"Is it getting hot in here?" Kurt looks around, anywhere but right at him. "Maybe we could open a window."

"Yeah," Blaine says. "So let's give the audience what they want." He makes eye contact back and lets the moment sizzle as he hits play on the song and the music again pumps through the speakers.

Kurt picks up his bo staff without breaking the stare. "So eye fucking?"

Blaine nods, "I hear they call that musical chemistry these days."

...

They focus. They practice. They win.

In Blaine's senior year, they do it - the New Directions win Nationals and the victory is the perfect feather in his cap as he prepares to leave for New York, for NYADA, in two days. He did get his scholarship, and now he has his win.

They're greeted back at McKinley with streamers and banners and balloons like they won the football championship and not "just" the showchoir nationals. And when they get back to the choir room, trophy in hand, Rachel greets him with the glee-club chosen best contribution trophy. "Blaine, you have been my leading man for three years, giving Glee your heart and your mind and your musical talent. And this year, you took us all the way there and didn't give up. And for that, we give you this trophy. It may be from the dollar store but you're worth a million dollars in our hearts."

Blaine is pulled into the centre of the circle, plastic gold statute thrust into his hands. The whole Glee club clapping and smiling at him. Kurt smiling at him. The speech may be cheesy but he appreciates it. The win, the Glee club. "Thanks guys. I don't know what to say."

"You always have something to say," Santana says.

"I'll miss you, Santana. And Rachel, and Sam, and Finn, and-" Blaine names everyone, doesn't want to miss anyone. "But I need to share this trophy with my secret weapon, Kurt." Blaine looks over and sees Kurt's cheeks pinken and a small 'o' of surprise form on his lips. "I couldn't have done this without him - two duets this year. Two guys. Pushing boundaries and sounding great doing it. So glad you joined Glee club." He walks over to hug him, as the ooohs and awwws echo around them.

"Legendary musical chemistry," Rachel says earnestly.

"I knew it," Santana says as she drapes her arms around both of them.

"Knew what?" Blaine asks before realizing that Santana could only be trouble in this moment.

"That you two have been trying to get into each other's pants all year."

"What? Oh my god, Santana - will you stop your crude imagination from wandering into other people's pants? We're friends who harmonize well together," Kurt huffs.

Santana isn't convinced. "I told you that besties could never pull off that kind of chemistry. Rivals? Definitely. Unresolved sexual tension? Absolutely."

"I guess we're still rivals then." Blaine was not going to let her have the last word. He knows he and Kurt have a bet to dispose of. He knows how he's been feeling watching Kurt move. But none of that has anything to do with Santana. It was a stupid bet - based on rivalry. So what if there's a bit of attraction now? A bit.

"If that's what you want to call it," Santana shrugs.

"Don't let her get to you," Kurt whispers, squeezing his arm. "We won."

Blaine nods at him and raises his glass of non-alcoholic champagne, whispering back so only Kurt can hear, "It's none of her business but," Blaine pauses, "to unresolved sexual tension."

"Our 98 in chemistry," Kurt clinks their plastic cups together.

"Guess chemistry doesn't always suck."

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

ooo any fics of klaine having a rivalry infront of everyone but dating in secret? (btw love this account truly life savers)

That's very kind - glad we can help! I can think of one in particular, but there may well be more!

This is a good one! ~Jen

Rivalmance by klaineanummel

Kurt and Blaine are professors in the same department at NYADA. They do not get along. Or do they?

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I haven't read these two yet, but I think they fit what you are looking for!

It’s Something Unpredictable by sincewhendoiwritefanfic

It was safe to say that Kurt and Blaine were rivals, filled with animosity towards each other.

They just also happen to be fucking each other on a regular basis.

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Enemies with benefits by @klaineanummel

Kurt Hummel is the captain of the NYU Violets soccer team. Blaine Anderson is the captain of the Columbia Lions soccer team. They’re bitter rivals on and off the field, but that doesn’t mean that they can’t also be attracted to each other. Right?

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[jakeowen]

😈 glee

it fucking SUCKED when glee ripped off jonathan coulton like that. and not in a like “oh, i hate ryan murphy, what a dick” kind of way, in a “that was the worst number they ever fucking did on a show with some truly bad numbers and it was also 10000000% removable, they literally only did it to rip jonathan coulton off” kind of way. YES we got an incredible episode of the good wife out of it but AT WHAT COST???? i literally had to watch a bunch of characters i didn’t know or care about and would never see again perform an ironic version of baby got back ATROCIOUSLY and with seemingly no irony at all?????? just to show that kurt had no direction (ha) as if i didn’t already know that from all the rest of his nyada nonsense.

also why did finn want to be an actor and then join the army like dude fr all you ever acted in was rocky horror you like to sing and play the drums bitch just start a fucking band. not to speak ill of the dead. anyway i don’t hate glee i love glee but. woof

[so-long-soldier28]

~ updated 7/12/23

~ read tags before reading; each fic is thoroughly tagged

~ back to main masterlist

✨ ~ fluff

🖤 ~ smut

⛓️ ~ dark &/or kink themes

💚 ~ angst

🌈 ~ fun themes

• we are very young & we are learning how to live ~ (ao3) ✨💚

who knew an innocent day at a kid's fun park would end in blaine's emotions being laid out in front of him at a picnic table? who knew finally admitting what he had done would bring him peace, and even happiness, after feeling lost for so long?

• christmas nights ~ (ao3) ✨💚

blaine always comes home on winter break. but unlike in the past, this year, he'll run into an old friend he hadn't planned on seeing, and his life will change drastically.

• a lesson in acceptance ~ (ao3) ✨💚

all throughout his life, blaine's experienced negativity from people all around him. at times, it feels like the only person on his side is his mom. his dad, brother, boyfriend, and classmates have all turned on him at some point. every seemingly good thing never lasts long, and eventually, he learns to hide his happiness; bury it, so he doesn't lose it.

• jeremiah ~ (ao3) ✨

while out studying one day, a man in the corner can't seem to take his eyes off blaine. of course, sebastian notices and immediately becomes protective, refusing to let anyone make a move on his boyfriend. though when the man finally walks up to the pair, blaine's hit with a blast from the past. then, back in the choir room, sebastian learns of a certain video previously kept secret by the warblers: the gap attack.

• annabelle ~ (ao3) 🖤

just in time for date night, the newest installment of the conjuring series hits theaters. with the promise of cuddles and a hoodie to steal, blaine agrees to go see it with his boyfriend. though instead of focusing on the movie, his attention is on sebastian, and what exactly his boyfriend is doing down between his legs...

• secrets ~ (ao3) ✨🌈

the warblers figure the only way to get sebastian to confess his feelings for blaine is to force it out of him. so, they do.

• crush ~ (ao3) ✨🌈

the usual warbler study date brings the boys back to the lima bean, but this day ends much differently than their study dates have in the past.

• somebody i fucked once ~ (ao3) 🖤

a bar in cincinnati is not how blaine and sebastian expected to reunite after so many years apart. however when they do, they're so enamored by finally getting a chance to be together, that their first attempt at a relationship is flawed and rushed, and ends quicker than desired. unable to let go of each other completely, they stay in touch once a month at a sketchy motel halfway from each's university. but is this enough? should they let go and share their feelings for a second chance at love? or will they ignore their own hearts breaking and be happy that at least they have each other in some capacity? only time will tell.

• the polygraph test ~ (ao3) 🖤⛓️

blaine fails an important test, but can't make it up without it going on his permanent record. maybe the detective will let him pass if he impresses him in other ways...

• or that moment again, he’s insisting that friends look at each other like that ~ (ao3) ✨

blaine's three years into college, recently transferred from nyada to the university of miami at oxford, and feeling better than he ever thought he would be. when he receives an invitation to a dalton academy reunion, he's hesitant to go. though his friends, new and old, convince him he should. this would come to be the best decision of his life, besides moving back to ohio, as he finally realizes he can be truly happy, as long as he admits the words on the tip of his tongue.

• colors of you ~ (ao3) 💚

blaine gets drunk one night to try and stop the thoughts flowing so freely in his mind, but instead, he just shares them with others. guess rum probably isn't the best solution to his problems, after all.

• road rage ~ (ao3) ✨

blaine has never faced an issue with driving home late at night, but that changes when he becomes the random target of an angry assailant on his way home. things worsen when no one's picking up, and he remembers his mom is out of town. In a last ditch effort, blaine calls an old friend in his contacts, hoping he'll be able to help, if he even answers.

• what happens now? ~ (ao3) ✨💚

recently separated from kurt but determined to enjoy his senior year, blaine tries to make the most out of his circumstances. right when he gets back on track, though, something happens that will change his life dramatically. but it's true what they say: it gets worse before it gets better. just at the point where he's sinking and scared, someone re-enters his life and reminds him how good life can really be.

• the wedding ring ~ (ao3) ✨

blaine goes ring hunting in his efforts to win back kurt via proposal, but what happens when he runs into somebody that might make him change his mind?

• keep you safe (and warm) ~ (ao3) ✨

after the fight at scandals, blaine decides to walk home instead of going back with kurt. that’s how sebastian found blaine wandering on the side of the road that night, drunk and cold, minutes after leaving the bar himself. he insists he drive blaine home, who soon agrees, and does his best to comfort him on the way.

• pomegranate juice ~ (ao3) ✨🌈

it's a friday, which means there's a lacrosse game at dalton, and jeff wants his two best friends to watch with him. he finds them in the cafeteria, eating the messiest fruit he's seen in his life. learning the game is starting soon, blaine heads to the bathroom to get cleaned up. enter sebastian, who becomes incredibly concerned about the mysterious redness on blaine's hands and questions him insistently about it.

• learning french ~ (ao3) 🖤💚

blaine ends the school day with an x-rated video online when he hears a knock on the door. he’s able to hide the open tab before sebastian enters, but can’t ignore the feelings deep in his gut. already turned on and now face-to-face with the boy he’s crushing on, blaine goes through a rollercoaster of emotions before he’s finally able to tell him what he wants.

• only seventeen ~ (ao3) ✨💚

blaine hosts a holiday party and invites friends from both schools. still unable to forgive himself, sebastian chooses to not go. that is, until he hears “betty” on the radio and drives to blaine’s before he can stop himself.

• all you need is love ~ (ao3) ✨

blaine is interrupted while studying for midterms at dalton. during a study break prompted by sebastian, the two talk and share a heartfelt moment, accompanied by the choir room’s untouched harp. (post 4x07)

• birthdays are for breaking the rules ~ (ao3) [complete] ✨🌈

on audrey's eleventh birthday, blaine lets her skip school to enjoy the day together. the plan is to go to their favorite coffee shop for a treat, before heading to rachel's surprise party; blaine's had it planned for weeks. but what happens when someone from his past walks through the doors and catches him off guard? someone who's never left blaine's mind, no matter how hard he tries to forget? and more importantly, what happens when his daughter picks up on his change in emotion after the man leaves? what lengths would she go to reconnect the pair, after hearing her dad's confession over the phone?

• anonymous ~ (ao3) [part 1/?] ✨

blaine's finally showing improvement on his third day of recovery in the hospital, after an incident that left him with a torn cornea and need for immediate surgery. he's just now getting around to the thousands of text messages, as well as the many questions from his mom. realizing the complete disaster the whole situation became during his past two days of constant rest, blaine makes a phone call, desperate to talk to one of his best friends, who ironically, was the reason he ended up in the hospital.

• secret fantasy ~ (ao3) [part 1/2] 🖤⛓️

blaine has a secret. it’s something he’s never shared with kurt, nor sebastian, nor anyone else, even those he considers close. despite how much he may want to reveal it, the fear of anyone seeing him differently after they know is too strong. the reason? his secret is a fantasy. and sharing fantasies never went well with his last ex...

• new york nationals ~ (ao3) [part 4/6] 🖤

a multi-part series following the warblers' trip to new york for nationals, and seeing what will happen with two of them in particular, on the way.

• red, red wine ~ (ao3) [part 46/?] ✨💚

a long night of drinking and just dance 3 landed sebastian in a terrifying situation and in immediate need of help. blaine's help, specifically. this story starts with the backstory of how sebastian got red wine on his blazer in the first place, and the phone call that happened afterwards. from then on, things take off between the two. first as friends, then later... something more?

[angelhummel]

hot take: finn was manipulative and borderline emotionally abusive. the way he would put rachel down when she dressed a certain way so that she wouldn't be desired by other people, or the way he manipulated her into internalizing that they would "be endgame" fits the bill

Lmao well I wanna say he's not even smart enough to be manipulative like that buuut. Him outing Santana and then blackmailing her with the whole "She didn't hit me" thing was really bad lmao

Althooo idk I did say before in way of Finn being such a gaping asshole idiot when it came to how Rachel looks. Showing more skin? Totally hot and appealing. Curling her hair and wearing lots of makeup? Sad clown hooker. Dressing how she normally dresses? Santana and Brittany are right to make fun of her. Dressing like Britney? She should cover up bc he doesnt want other guys staring at her. And the cherry on top is when she's at NYADA wearing a face full of makeup with her hair teased out to infinity and this little bitch is like "she's so pretty even when she's not all dolled up <3" like the way i actually want to personally run over him is insane

And god don't get me started on them being endgame. He was such a fucking creep at the wedding, getting drunk and pulling that "she loves me, she loves me not" bullshit. You could make one of those "______ recut as a horror movie" videos of his speech to her at the wedding

"I don't know how or when, and I don't care where you're living or what dope you're shacked up with, you're my girlfriend. We are endgame. I know that and you know that" that is fucking horrifying lmao

Like we get it Finn you don't care about Rachel's wants or respect her boundaries. We know. AND THEN he flies to New York to ambush her current boyfriend and beat him up. And says "Stay away from my future wife". I wish he Final Destination'ed on his fucking plane. These scenes of him would not be out of place in some creepy stalker Lifetime movie lmao. He's such a fucking creep

link to my post about finn being a sociopath lmao