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notarelationship · 5 years ago

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Anderson’s Ghosts 14/24

Klaine Advent: Nest

Thanks all so much for reading my Klaine retelling of (obviously) A Christmas Carol. I am working with a thin outline, but I am very much winging this for each word and posting without a beta, so apologies for any punctuation or spelling errors, and any inconsistencies if they pop up (I am actively trying to avoid them!).

If you have missed any earlier entries they can be found at Anderson’s Ghosts, or each individual chapter: Achievement, Beer, Creed, Date, Emergency, Fist, Ground, Hiccup, Interrupt, Joy, Kinship, Lecture, Monument

Read it all on AO3

Thanks again!

This time, when Blaine opened his eyes they were in the common room of the Lima General Hospital children’s ward. They were obviously decorating for a Christmas party. Paper stockings with names written in glitter lettering hung all along the window sill. At one end of the room there was an artificial Christmas tree that some of the kids were decorating with an assortment of ornaments, some store bought and some hand made. At the other hospital helpers were setting up a table with as assortment of treats for the children.

“I get that this is all very sad,” Blaine said. “But why am I here?”

Santana glared at him. “It is Christmas Eve and these are children in a hospital. I thought you told me you were ready to turn over a new leaf, be a better person.” Santana shook her head at him. “If you can’t open your heart to these children now, what’s it going to take?”

“Did I do something to these kids?” He asked. “Deny them some funding? Refuse to pay for this party? Because if I did that, I am sorry, and I promise that I will make up for it.” Santana didn’t answer though, because she had wandered out of the room and into the hallway. Blaine was about to follow her when he felt a tug on the hem of his t-shirt.

He looked down and saw a little girl with loose brown curls and huge blue eyes. She could have been anywhere between three and five, and she was holding the hem of his shirt with one hand. In the other she was holding up a Christmas ornament. Blaine stared at the girl.

“Can you see me?” He asked. The girl nodded and pointed to the tree, holding up the ornament again. Blaine took the ornament, holding it gingerly by the hook. It was an unusual piece, made of a small, palm sized nest with two yellow canaries (warblers, he thought to himself) perched on either side. There were three small, aqua, realistic looking canary eggs settled in the center of the nest. Blaine did not understand how this child could see him, but he hung the ornament on the tree as she directed.

The air around him suddenly became very cold - so cold he could see his breath - and Blaine hugged himself for warmth. The room darkened, and Blaine looked desperately for his guide.

“Hey keep up, hobbit. I don’t have all night.”

Santana was standing in the doorway looking impatiently at him; everything had returned to normal.

“That little girl could see me!” He practically shrieked. “She gave me an ornament and made me hang it on the tree. There were birds on it.”

Santana looked perplexed. “What girl?”

“That -” Blaine spun around. She was no longer in the room. “She’s not here. Has that ever happened before? Has someone ever seen you?”

“I dunno, you’re my first assignment.” Santana lead him back into the hospital corridor. “I think we should go that way.”

Blaine turned in the direction she had pointed, but stopped short of following her when someone he thought he recognized but couldn’t place walked past them and down the hall in the other direction. Blaine followed him around the corner and watched him disappear into a room. Above the door was a sign with a name scrawled in black marker: Hummel, B.

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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 5 years ago

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Klaine Advent 2019

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Day Fourteen: Nest

The subway was still crowded—this was New York afterall. Blaine and Kurt managed to find a seat and a half of space in one of the cars forcing them to nest together in order to fit. Again, their trip was relatively short so they weren’t squished together long.

Once they got off the subway, Kurt directed Blaine to the small soup and sandwich restaurant he frequented with the girls.

They had vegan options for Rachel and it was close to the loft.

“It smells amazing in here,” Blaine commented.

“Doesn’t it?”

Kurt walked straight up to the counter and greeted the usual cashier, Chrissy.

“Chicken and rice with a half sandwich,” she said. “Turkey, Swiss, lettuce, tomato, and light mayo?”

“As always,” Kurt said.

“And for you?” Chrissy asked Blaine.

“Oh, um...can I have tomato soup and a grilled cheese?”

“Of course. Anything to drink?”

“Two waters,” Kurt answered. “And a giant sugar cookie to split.”

“Got it, that’ll be right up.” Chrissy smiled.

Kurt told Blaine to pick a table while he went to filled their cups with water. Most of the tables were open so Blaine chose one away from the other occupied tables by a window. It didn’t take long for Kurt to join him and their food was ready quickly.

“I’m so hungry all of a sudden,” Blaine said.

“It’s the delicious smells of soup that get ya.”

Blaine happily dipped his grilled cheese into his soup. As they ate, Blaine wondered what was going to happen next. Their date was kept getting longer but was there a way to spend even more time with Kurt without sounding presumptuous.

Instead, Blaine asked, “Can I see you again tomorrow or is that too soon for a second date?”

Kurt pauses his eating to look up at Blaine. An amused expression on his face.

“Not too soon. I’d love that actually,” he replied. “I’ve had a wonderful time today.”

“Me too,” Blaine agreed. “Best and probably longest date I’ve been on.”

They laughed together knowing both of them had extended the date pass usual first dates. There was no need to end it after a few hours when they were enjoying each other’s company so much.

When the meal was over, Blaine walked Kirt back to his apartment and kissed him on the doorstep.

“Tomorrow at noon? We can do lunch.”

“Perfect,” Kurt said.

With a small wave, Kurt disappeared behind the door and Blaine made his way back to the subway

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forabeatofadrum · 5 years ago

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Myosotis sylvatica (14/24)

Notes: Hello and happy belated new year. Can you believe we’ve entered the 2020s? One more year till location tracking becomes mandatory on all devices!

Well, hi there. It’s nice to see you. Welcome back for another chapter of Mysotis sylvatica, my 2019 advent story. I think updates will be more hectic than the updates on 2018 advent story All the pretty things that we could be (yes, shameless plug!), since I am about to move countries for my study. Ah, I finished that one in 2019, so I don’t care. I’m just happily writing.

That being said, enjoy the awkward Hummel-Hudson Christmas.

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NEST

Kurt should be happy.

His dad and Carole are in New York for Christmas. Kurt and Blaine arranged a car to pick them up, since they avoid going outdoors. Ever since Kurt posted his extended statement, the press has been everywhere. Luckily, thanks to privacy laws instated in 2023, the press is gone for Christmas. Still, Burt and Carole arrived by a car.

Kurt’s happy to see them. He hugged his dad tightly and he kissed Carole on the cheek. They did the generic greetings and even though Kurt expected it, he was sad to realise that the shallowness from Thanksgiving break had not completely disappeared yet.

Blaine put away their stuff, so that they can take it with them to the hotel, and he them poured some coffee. It’s all going so well and Kurt should be happy.

He should be happy to see that his dad and Carole are so comfortable in the apartment. He should be happy that his dad clearly loves Blaine. He should be happy that Blaine fits in this family like a piece of a puzzle.

He should be happy.

Growing up, he never truly imagined this scenario: him, living in New York with a man, and his family being completely comfortable with it. Sure, after his coming out in his sophomore year, the scenario became more plausible, since his dad has been nothing but supporting, but it’s still a dream.

Or it was a dream.

Kurt still isn’t sure what tenses to use. You’d think he’d be more understanding of his situation after almost half a year, but no.

The conversations remain a bit shallow, but the familiarity between Blaine and his family makes it seem less forced. They still avoid the more serious and difficult topics, but Blaine talks freely with Burt and Carole pitches in every now and then. It makes it easier for Kurt as well, but it is clear that the others have reached a certain moment in their relationship that Kurt isn’t even close to.

It’s strange to be jealous of this, but then again, everything is strange to Kurt.

When they’re exchanging gifts, Kurt almost breaks down. They’re all drinking expensive champagne (alcohol-free for Blaine) near the Christmas tree and his dad hands Blaine a parcel.

Blaine unwraps it. It’s a box and when Blaine opens the lid, he looks like he’s ready to burst. He shuts the box and he basically throws his arms around Kurt’s dad.

“Thank you! You’re the best dad ever!” he yells and Kurt goes stiff.

No one notices. His dad is returning the tight embrace and Carole looks incredibly satisfied.

“You like it?”

“I love it! I thought that they were sold out everywhere,” Blaine opens the box again and Kurt moves closer to get a better look. He frowns when he sees a bowtie.

“Don’t you have 69 of those?” Kurt asks.

Blaine laughs and he immediately takes it out of the box to put it on. “Well, 70 and counting, love. This is a special edition.”

“It was quite difficult to find one without Kurt’s assistance,” his dad says jokingly, but to Kurt it feels like another stab to his heart. Is he supposed to know that Blaine wants this specific bowtie? He can’t even understand what’s so special about it. Surely, he appreciates the aesthetic, since Kurt can always appreciate good fashion, but he has no idea how to react.

“Oh, I can imagine. Carole?” Blaine hands the bowtie to Carole. Carole helps Blaine with tying his bowtie and Blaine lets her. It’s a familiar move. It must be. Carole pats Blaine on his cheek when she’s done.

Kurt feels incredibly out of place. He’s watching his family, but they’ve all carried on without him. Blaine fits in perfectly and it is very, very clear that his dad and Carole have accepted him as part of the family. It’s all Kurt ever wanted.

Blaine even calls Kurt’s dad ‘the best dad ever’. Blaine is completely at home here.

Kurt feels like he’s the one who should be in Blaine’s position. He should be the one to make inside jokes with his dad. He should be the one to talk about latest trends with Carole. He should call his dad ‘the best dad ever’.

Goddamnit, he should be happy.

Instead, he sips his overly expensive drink and he watches how Blaine gives Carole a gift. Of course it’s all familiar to them. Of fucking course.

After his dad and Carole have gone to the hotel, Blaine asks him if it’s okay if Blaine goes to the office. Kurt wholeheartedly agrees, since he’s also in the mood for some alone time.

He goes to the bedroom to clean his mother’s dresser. Swipe left. Swipe right. Swipe left. While he’s at it, he also taps his nose three times and you know, he also has the time to rearrange his wardrobe to have it colour-coordinated. It’s a very colourful wardrobe, since Blaine’s clothes are in it as well.

He cleans his mother’s dresser one more time, just to feel good, before he turns to the wardrobe. Rearranging clothes feels like a nice distraction from the fact that he feels like a stranger amongst his own family.

He’s been doing a lot of rearranging lately. It’s just nice to feel in control of something, although Blaine was very confused to see that the kitchen counters’ content had been rearranged. Kurt likes it.

While colour-coordinating, he sometimes looks over at his mother’s dresser.

Would she have loved Blaine as much as his father?

“I think you would’ve adored him, mom,” Kurt says, and then he adds, “Dad certainly does.”

His shoulders slump and he almost drops Blaine’s lobster cardigan. Yes, he has a cardigan with lobsters on it.

“I am just so tired of feeling out of the loop, mom. It is clear that Blaine’s part of the family, and I am glad, but I’ve missed all the steps in-between. I’ve missed the awkward first meeting and my dad probably threatening Blaine with his non-existent shotgun. I’ve missed Carole gushing over Blaine’s politeness. I’ve missed the moment my dad and Blaine started calling each other ‘dad and ‘son’. I’ve missed the moment I told them about our apparent engagement. I’ve missed it all and I hate it.”

That’s also a recent thing. Kurt thought he was finally making peace with not knowing things, but ever since he posted the statement on Firmspring, he can’t help but wonder how he must’ve felt during the highlight of his career. It started with his career, but now the uneasy feeling is reaching other aspects of his life.

Watching this gift exchange truly felt like someone drop kicked him into the ground.

“At least I can still talk about these things with you, mom. I know it’s a terrible thing to say, but with you, I can sort of pretend that everything’s new and exciting when it comes to Blaine. I can introduce you. He knows that I talk to ‘you’. I truly don’t know what you’d think of him. Unfortunately, I will never know the answer.”

But then Kurt sighs sadly.

“Who am I kidding? This is my life now and unless there’s a neuroscientific breakthrough, it will remain this way. The wardrobe is finished.”

He closes the wardrobe door and he decides to go to the bathroom to brush his teeth. They have to get up early, since his dad and Carole are coming over for breakfast. When he opens the bedroom door, the sight of Blaine surprises him.

Blaine looks like a deer caught in headlights. Kurt understands why.

“How much did you hear?”

Blaine doesn’t reply. Instead he leans closer, and Kurt’s almost certain that Blaine’s going to kiss him, but then he wraps his arms around Kurt. Kurt immediately sags in Blaine’s arms. Damn, he needed a hug.

“I’m sorry you have to go through all of this alone, love,” Blaine says softly, “What can I do to make this better for you?”

“Nothing,” Kurt tells him, “I can’t ask you to not be comfortable around my dad and Carole. That’s not fair.”

“I’d do it for you.”

Of course, he would. That’s what Blaine does.

“You can’t. I’d feel shit for a different reason. I don’t want to ruin Christmas.”

“They would understand as well,” Blaine points out. It’s true, since everyone’s been incredibly helpful and accommodating.

“No, just please act like nothing is wrong,” Kurt says, knowing it is impossible, but hey, it’s nice to pretend, “Right now I want to go to sleep. Despite everything, I am very excited for breakfast. We’ll talk about this later.”

Blaine hugs Kurt for a little bit longer, but then they go to the bathroom to get ready. They need some time, since their skincare regimes are quite long, but when they’re finally lying in bed, it’s worth it.

“Blaine?”

“Yes?”

“Why do they have to stay in a hotel? Isn’t the office also a guest room?”

“The office is filled with a lot of stuff, Kurt,” Blaine reminds him, “Besides, we don’t want them to hear us having sex and they don’t want to hear us having sex, so it’s better for everyone if they just go.”

Kurt can feel himself turn red, so it is a good thing that the lights are out. At the fine age of nineteen, Kurt’s over his whole innocent penguin stage, but it is still weird to hear Blaine talk about their sex lives so casually.

Blaine must’ve noticed the awkward silence, since he quickly wishes Kurt a goodnight and he turns away.

The day after, Kurt and Blaine don’t mention their small conversation about sex. Everything is fine. Burt and Carole come over around 9am to have breakfast at their apartment, and it’s a nice morning.

Sure, it still stings to see how everyone else is so comfortable with each other, but now that he’s shared his feelings with his mom and Blaine, it’s sort of easier to let go of it. It is still there in the back of his mind, but he focuses on trying to have fun. His dad is in New York for Christmas!

Around 1pm, they leave the apartment and they head towards Broadway. They’re going to see a show. Apparently, it’s tradition for his dad and Carole to see a show in New York. They come to New York as often as possible, since even today, they have a huge case of empty nest syndrome.

Going outside attracts lots of attention. Going outside to freaking Broadway certainly attracts lots of attention. People are filming Kurt from all angles. He can hear people whisper as they walk by. Some even stop Kurt to ask him some questions.

Even when you go rogue, like Kurt, privacy isn’t given. The tracking wires might not pick up his exact location, but everyone with an internet connection and a Firmspring account knows where to find him. Lovely.

Blaine handles the invasive fans with such grace, which makes Kurt’s annoyance barely noticeable. While Blaine talks to fans, Kurt looks around. He has set foot on the actual Broadway (as in the street), despite the amnesia, but he has never really paid attention to the many billboards and marquees.

He’s not surprised to see that the Phantom of the Opera is still running, so he can’t say that it’s a relief to see something he recognises. There are some revivals that Kurt recognises, but as expected, many titles are new. Who calls a musical Mr. Millenium and the Wonder Emporium? Why is there such a big line around Hamilton? Did Breaking Bad truly get a musical adaption? Kurt doesn’t even want to know what Mr. Barley and the Incurable Itch is about.

Jazz Hands the Musical does sound amusing, though.

Blaine thanks the fan and the four of them continue their walk. They pass Kurt’s theatre. His name is no longer on the marquee, now that his understudy has taken over full-time, and it makes Kurt a bit jealous. Then again, he doesn’t even remember the show or his role, so it feels foolish to be jealous over it.

They walk past the theatre and Kurt doesn’t look back. Instead he shifts his focus back to the many colourful marquees.

“Hey, isn’t that your favourite show?” Kurt points towards a marquee for Hadestown.

“It is,” Blaine says quickly, “But let’s keep moving. We have to be in time for the matinee performance of The Gondola.”

Kurt’s dad and Blaine lead the way, since they picked out the show together.

Kurt and Carole are behind.

“How is everything, Kurt?” Carole says, “We haven’t really talked yet.”

“I’m just pulling through,” Kurt answers and they both know it’s the truth. As promised, Kurt and his dad haven’t told Carole about the recent developments. Sometimes, Kurt regrets it, but then he sees this poorly hidden hopeful look on Carole’s face and he knows he’s done the right thing.

She’s already lost so much. Hope is the one thing she can hold on to.

“Do we need to send you more photos?” Carole suggests. Kurt shakes his head. Carole doesn't know that he hasn't looked at the photos yet.

“I don’t think there’s much you can do, Carole, but thank you for offering.”

Carole huffs. “I don’t want you to feel alone, Kurt.”

“I’m not,” Kurt says, and he starts to smile, “I have friends here, Carole. I see Roderick and Mae the most. I regularly talk to Rachel and Kitty. I even talk to Jesse on a regular basis. I’ve recently had some drinks with Wes, Sebastian and Adam.”

He looks at Blaine and his dad. They’re in a heated discussion about the show’s set design.

“And I have Blaine. He’s… he’s, uhm, great.”

“We love him,” Carole says.

“I’ve noticed,” Kurt says, sounding a bit bitter. Carole looks up in surprise, but she doesn’t argue with him.

“Is it weird for you that we love Blaine?” she asks. There’s no judgement. She sounds sincerely curious. The thought probably hadn’t even occurred to her. No one feels as left out as Kurt, so Kurt doesn’t blame them for not noticing.

“It is,” Kurt admits. He’s not in the mood to relive all those emotions again, but there’s no reason for him to lie.

“How can we make it better for you?” Carole asks and Kurt feels like the luckiest man alive. His family is just so incredibly supportive of everything. Blaine asked the exact same thing last night.

Therefore, Kurt gives her the same answer.

“I understand, Kurt. I hadn’t even thought of it. I’ve completely accepted Blaine as part of the family, since he’s kind and lovely and he desperately needs a family.”

Blaine still doesn’t talk about his own family that much, but by now, Kurt knows that it’s not good. He barely talks to his father and his mother isn’t ‘just in the Philippines’, she’s unexpectedly moved there without telling anyone. She did call them to ask how they’re doing, since she read Kurt’s Firmspring statement. Blaine’s only somewhat close to his ecstatic brother Cooper, but that’s recent. Cooper flew to New York after he read the Firmspring post and Kurt realised that Blaine's family life is not to be discussed. Not yet, at least.

“That’s another reason why I don’t want you guys to change the way you act around each other,” Kurt says, “It’s not natural.”

“I am just sad that you feel this way. We love Blaine, just like you do.”

The words almost make Kurt stop dead in his tracks. He doesn’t love Blaine?

Well, it makes sense. The relationship is no longer brand new, since they’ve been dating for a while, but does Kurt love Blaine? He certainly likes Blaine, but he hasn’t really put much thought into it. He’s been too preoccupied with the whole amnesia thing.

Oh wow.

Kurt’s dad and Blaine erupt into laughter, which make Kurt and Carole look at them.

“What is it, boys?” Carole asks and she has an amused look on her face.

“Nothing big, mom,” Blaine says nonchalantly. Mom. Not even Kurt calls Carole ‘mom’.

“We’re here!” Kurt’s dad says and it’s true. They’re stood underneath the marquee of The Gondola. Of course, people are taking photos of Kurt and Blaine.

Blaine takes Kurt’s hand and he tries to shelter him from the many phones. He’s thoughtful like that.

Kurt’s not entirely sure if he loves Blaine. He truly hasn’t had the moment to stop and examine his feelings about Blaine. He just accepted it for what it is.

Whatever it is, it is good. He can totally imagine himself falling in love with Blaine. After all, what is not to love?

End notes: Shout out to Kayla for coming up with “Mr. Millenium and the Wonder Emporium” and “Jazz Hands the Musical”. Shout out to Margot for gifting me with the atrocious title “Mr. Barley and the Incurable Itch”, I love it.

“The Gondola” is my own creation. I have absolutely no idea what it is about. All I know is that I named it after the Jogan Gondola.

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todaydreambelieversfic · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 14/24 Fandom: Glee Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Burt Hummel, Carole Hudson-Hummel, Cooper Anderson Summary:

Kurt visits his family for Christmas for 12 days, and meets their neighbours for the first time. These are 24 glimpses into the celebration, a very Hallmark Klainemas.

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musiclovingbitch · 5 years ago

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Nest

Summary: Kurt comforts his husband after an upsetting phone call.

Written for the 2019 Klaine Advent prompt: nest, and the fourteenth @gleepotluckbigbang prompt: ornaments!

~600 words

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“Sometimes I think Cooper has mellowed out with age, then I actually have a conversation with him,” was the first thing Blaine said as he walked in his and Kurt’s bedroom.

“What did he do now, Honey?” Kurt’s voice floated through the door to their en-suite bathroom, where, knowing him, Kurt was doing his nightly skin care routine.

Blaine sighed and ran a hand through his curls. He went inside their bathroom and leaned against the doorway, watching as Kurt applied a moisturizer to his face.

“We were talking on the phone and he asked me how I feel now that, and I’m quoting here, ‘our little bird is leaving the nest’, and I thought that, hey, my brother is asking about how I’m feeling, he wants to know how I am given that there’s a major change coming in my life, but nope,” he laughed bitterly, “I started to talk about the whole situation, and he interrupted me and told me to explain my feelings using five words or less. As it turns out, he was just cast in a movie where his character is an empty nester, as he put it, and he called me for research.”

Kurt looked at him sympathetically. “I’m sorry, love.”

Blaine shrugged, but there was a bitter twist to his mouth still. “It’s just how he is, I don’t know why I expected anything different.”

Kurt sighed. “Have you considered that maybe he was calling to check up on you, and this character research thing is just a guise? If you think back to some of the things he’s called to ask you about over the past decade, things that according to him were for research for movies he’d been cast in, I think it’s pretty clear.”

Kurt stood up and walked over to his husband, taking him into his arms. “I mean, really, he got cast in a movie where his character is an empty nester less than a week after we told him Nick was going off to college? He got cast as a soon-to-be father less than a month after we announced Rachel was pregnant? And I don’t remember ever seeing that movie.”

“I…” Blaine seemed lost, “can’t believe it.”

Kurt smiled softly. “I’m not saying that I have your brother all figured out and that this movie definitely doesn’t exist, but I’m telling you, he cares about you, in his own way.”

Blaine looked overwhelmed.

“And Blaine?” Kurt continued, “It’s perfectly okay if his way of loving you isn’t enough for you.”

Blaine finally wrapped his arms around Kurt, and kissed him softly.

They embraced silently for a few moments before Kurt spoke up again. “Hey, Blaine?”

“Yeah?”

“How are you feeling about our little bird leaving the nest?”

Blaine chuckled. “Same as you. Mixed feelings. Pride, fear.”

Kurt nodded and pressed a kiss on Blaine’s cheek. “I’m not too worried about it. He still wants to help us decorate the house for the holidays, I think we’ll be fine.”

Blaine laughed out loud. “Why is that where the line is?”

“I don’t like carrying boxes of ornaments from the attic on my own. Or at all, preferably.”

Blaine laughed again. Kurt joined him.

“In all seriousness, though, I’m kind of looking forward to having the house all to ourselves.” Kurt said, looking up at Blaine through his eyelashes.

“You are insatiable.” Blaine said with an awed smile.

“You love it.” Kurt said with an arched eyebrow.

“Yes, I really, really do.” Blaine said, before pulling Kurt back into their bedroom.

#spewing their words without menace #klaine fic #klaine advent 2019 #klaine advent: nest #GPBB Drabble December #GPBB

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flowerfan2 · 4 years ago

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A Wonderful Christmastime

Klaine, 1600 words, A03.

Summary: Sometimes being up in the middle of the night together is an act of love. A moment of holiday peace for Kurt and Blaine.

Note: This fic incorporates the first seven words of Klaine Advent 2020 (abashed (a classic fic word if ever there was one), brake, careless, dispensable, event, farm, and gray). It also marks my sixth (non-consecutive) year of writing for Klaine Advent.

The inspiration for the story came from a conversation with @mildly-allergic-to-life and is a gift for her - I hope you like it! Thanks also to my wonderful beta, @perryavenue.

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Blaine snuggles deeper into the blankets and turns over, reaching out to pull Kurt against him – it’s chilly on this December night, and he knows Kurt’s feet will be cold, but he doesn’t mind. Sadly, his hand flops onto their soft flannel sheets without finding his husband. Moments later, Blaine’s half-asleep brain registers the sound of Kurt’s voice through the monitor and he smiles despite the late hour.

He drags himself out of bed and steps across the narrow hall to Taylor’s room. Kurt is lying on the floor next to her crib, singing quietly with careless grace, one hand resting gently on their baby’s back.

“Hey,” Blaine whispers. “How long have you been in here?”

Kurt twists his head to look at Blaine. “Most of the first act, and part of the second, but I skipped some of the songs.” He glances at their daughter and back at Blaine. “Legally Blonde is inspirational, but not entirely age appropriate.”

“Come to bed, you must be exhausted.”

“I can’t,” Kurt says. “Every time I take my hand off her back she wakes up.”

“Bring her with you,” Blaine says. Since they brought their newborn home six months ago this has been the topic of constant debate in their house, and with everyone they know, who all apparently feel qualified to share their opinion on how to get babies to sleep. They waver back and forth between keeping her in bed with them and trying to get her to sleep on her own, and various compromises in between. (And as they told Tina, who insisted that their very lack of routine was the problem, maybe as long as the three of them are happy and healthy she should just keep her opinions to herself.)

“You have rehearsal all day tomorrow,” Kurt says. “You need to rest. I can stay here, I don’t mind.” Kurt has built himself a little nest on the floor out of a spare quilt and throw pillows, and he’s wearing his fluffy slippers on his ever icy feet, but he still can’t be all that comfortable.

“I’ll sleep better with the two of you in our bed,” Blaine replies. Kurt shrugs, and accepts Blaine’s hand as he reaches down to help Kurt up.

As predicted, Taylor blinks her gray-blue eyes open as soon as Kurt stops touching her, but Blaine scoops her out of bed and nuzzles her little face before she can make a noise. When he looks up, Kurt is gazing fondly at the two of them.

“She has your eyelashes,” Kurt says, and Blaine grins.

“She’s a baby, they all have eyelashes like this.”

“That’s a lie, she has the best eyelashes of any baby ever. And she’s definitely going to have your enviable curls,” Kurt goes on, touching the still wispy dark hair on their daughter’s head.

“If she does, you’re in charge of hair care.”

“As if I’d let you get your gel anywhere near her.” It’s a running joke, but Blaine is serious – his hair looks so much better now that he let Kurt take charge of his products. Of course, these days he’s lucky to catch a shower before running off to rehearsal, let alone have time to style his hair, but that’s another story. Taylor comes first, and no amount of bedhead is going to change that.

Back in their own room they slide under the covers, carefully settling Taylor between the two of them, Kurt reaching across to lay his hand on Blaine’s waist. There’s a soft reddish glow to the light, coming in from the Christmas decorations in their living room. It feels peaceful.

“So what made you choose Legally Blonde to sing tonight?” Blaine asks, keeping his voice quiet as Taylor settles back into sleep. “With all the Sondheim you’ve done lately, I would have thought you’d have picked one of those.”

“I know, right?” Kurt replies. “I think it started because I had the part about the department store stuck in my head.”

“First take a deep breath, take it all in. Feel all the halogens warming your skin,” Blaine sings.

“I always loved that song. I mean, who would have thought there’d be a song about how amazing it feels to walk into the fragrance section of a department store?” Kurt says reverently.

“Right?”

“Don’t tease, you know I’m serious about the value of personal service for some things,” Kurt says. “Websites are good for certain products, but you can’t discover your personal scent on your computer.”

“Did you know that Harry Gordon Selfridge started putting the perfume counter by the front doors in part to cover up the, um, less pleasant odors outside?”

Kurt frowns. “No, but if that’s true, it makes sense. I figured it was just to entice people into spending money on scent while they were on their way in looking for clothes.”

“That too.” Blaine sighs. “So, what made you think about department stores? Have you been worrying about holiday shopping? Because we said we were going to go easy on that this year.” He inclines his head towards the baby lying between them. They love their child more than either of them can express, but she is a money pit, and they have had to revise their current budget several times to identify dispensable items.

“I think it was more that I’m so used to searching the web for deals at night…” Kurt breaks off and glares at Blaine, “and no, I was not online shopping just now.”

Blaine smirks. “I know. Your phone is still on your nightstand.” For the first few months of parenthood Kurt had spent way too much money keeping himself awake during midnight feedings by scouring the web for deals on fabric and craft supplies. After a frank review of their credit card bills, Kurt had agreed to put the brakes on his nighttime online shopping sprees.

Kurt taps his finger against Blaine’s hip. “I may have purchased a few items yesterday,” he admits, abashed. “But they were all for Taylor. Mostly I just send my dad and Carole links. If we leave them to their own devices who knows what they’ll buy her, and they’re happy to farm out the task to me.”

They lapse into silence, listening to the even, soft breaths of their little girl, who has finally loosened her grip on the silk-trimmed blanket she can’t bear to be without.

“I do understand the urge,” Blaine says. “Like wanting to stop and shop for unnecessary plastic objects…” Blaine says, a snippet of another song passing through his brain, and Kurt looks at him questioningly. “You know, from Nanci Griffith’s intro to that song, when she talks about the need to go into a Woolworth’s and buy unnecessary plastic objects?”

Kurt gazes at him, charmed. “No, I don’t know that one.”

“It’s called Love at the Five and Dime.” Blaine hums it for a second, remembering driving in the car with his mom, singing along.

“Rita was sixteen years, hazel eyes and chestnut hair. She made the Woolworth counter shine. And Eddie was a sweet romancer, and darn good dancer, and they'd waltz the aisles of the five and dime.”

”And they'd sing - "Dance a little closer to me Dance a little closer now Dance a little closer tonight Dance a little closer to me 'cause it's closing time and love's on sale tonight at this five and dime."

The melody is soft and sweet, and Blaine does his best to echo the singer’s gentle, swinging style.

Kurt rubs his thumb along Blaine’s hip. “That’s really pretty.”

“I’ll play it for you sometime. She does this neat thing where she plinks her guitar string to sound like the ‘ding’ of the elevator. I think it would work on the piano.”

“It’s a nicer shopping song than the Legally Blonde one,” Kurt says.

“It’s about love, not shopping, really.”

“So is the Legally Blonde one,” Kurt insists. “Elle is taking Emmett shopping for clothes so that he has exactly the right look to give him the confidence he needs. That’s an act of love.”

“I know.” Blaine smiles at Kurt, thinking of all the hours they’ve spent selecting outfits, Kurt never failing to offer his opinion on what Blaine should wear for an audition, or an interview, or some other career defining event. Kurt always does everything he can to help Blaine feel prepared to face the world, and Blaine appreciates it more than he can say.

“Anyway, I like the song,” Kurt says. “Sing some more.”

Blaine smiles and sings the rest of the Nanci Griffith song. By the end, the hand Kurt had rested on Blaine’s hip has gotten restless, and is moving enticingly towards Blaine’s ass.

“Honey?” Blaine asks, catching Kurt’s eye. “Is me singing about shopping turning you on?”

Kurt runs his hand back over Blaine’s hip, then walks his fingers up Blaine’s chest over his pajama shirt, his touch light and teasing. He catches Blaine’s gaze. “You should know by now, you singing about anything turns me on.”

They both look at Taylor, who is sleeping deeply now, her whole body lax. They obviously can’t get intimate with her lying in between them, but…

“Wanna go fool around by the Christmas tree?” Blaine asks, grinning.

They extricate themselves from the bed carefully, arranging the blankets just the right distance away from and around their daughter, and creep out to the living room. Kurt takes an afghan off the couch and spreads it on the floor. They lie down together, gazing at each other under the twinkling lights, until Blaine pulls Kurt into a fervent kiss.

At one point they roll a little too close to the tree, and they freeze, giggling, as Kurt re-positions a sparkling ornament so it doesn’t fall on them during an inopportune moment. And if Blaine has a bit of tinsel in his hair come morning, no one minds a bit.

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The songs mentioned are Nanci Griffth’s very lovely Love At The Five And Dime, and Take It Like A Man from Legally Blonde. I really also wanted to work in the Barenaked Ladies ode to shopping, too, (just called Shopping) but it didn’t fit. Title is from Paul McCartney’s song A Wonderful Christmastime, covered by the Barenaked Ladies on their holiday album (which is great and includes some really fun Hanukkah songs too).

Note also that Blaine and Kurt are also tired of people asking about their baby’s name, as well as poking their nose into her sleeping habits. They picked Taylor because it’s gender-neutral and they like it, and not because Blaine knows the words to every Taylor Swift song.

#Klaine Advent 2020 #Klaine Advent: grey #Klaine #Klaine fic #@mildy-allergic-to-life #Holiday fluff #10 Years of Klaine

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hazelandglasz · 5 years ago

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Klaine Advent 2019: Day 15

Overwhelm

Blaine has seen Kurt in action many times now. As a foe, as a team mate, as a friend even.

And yet, seeing him performing so well on the VocAdrs nest, it …

It overwhelms him.

The Black Birds seem to bend to Kurt’s will, charmed by his voice and mesmerized by the trinkets Kurt has left behind them on the way.

And though they are vicious in their approach, they keep focused on their matings whenever Kurt mimics their songs.

Blaine mechanically follows Kurt, but his mind is too busy trying to calm his heart to think about it all.

“What did I tell you?” Kurt says, his beaming smile more radiant than the Sun. “I knew I was right.”

“You were,” Blaine says softly, hiding his face in one of the vaults they have to empty now in the hopes that his feelings--not new, now that he thinks about it, they have been here for a while if he’s honest--that they are not too obviously etched across his face.

Now, he really needs an occasion to tell Kurt about them, away from the prying ears of their crews …

“I’ll let you plan the abordage on the Pavarotti, then.”

Kurt groans, but from the corner of his eye, Blaine can see him still smiling.

#klaine advent 2019 #sometimes i write #klaine au #space pirates au #fluff

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 14/24 Fandom: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel Additional Tags: Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge 2019, Christmas, Fluff Summary:

Here are my stories for the 2019 Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge. Merry Klainemas, everyone!

#klaine #klaine fanfiction #KLaine advent 2019

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notarelationship · 4 years ago

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Anderson’s Ghosts 24/24

Klaine Advent: Yearn

And here it is! The last of my Klaine Advent 2019 chapters. Just in time to start thinking about 2020!

Thank you everyone for reading. I’ll be posing the last few chapters on AO3 as the final chapter there, link to the beginning is here

Lunch was a bit awkward. Blaine barely knew how to behave with his own family, let alone someone else's, but when Kurt invited him he couldn’t say no.

“Is your family still in Lima, Blaine?” Carol asked, once they were all settled around the dining table.

Blaine cleared his throat. “Well, my brother is here, but our mother moved to Florida years ago, and she doesn’t come back to Ohio.” He didn’t add that he hadn’t actually seen her in years.

“You don’t see them for the holidays?”

Blaine hadn’t spent holidays with his family in years, but he was sure if he said that in front of this crowd there would be a mixture of sympathy, pity, and for those who knew him better, maybe a bit of private scorn. He didn’t deserve anything but the scorn.

“Nah, Blaine usually works on Christmas,” Sam answered for him.

“You work on Christmas?” Kurt asked, while helping himself to some delicious looking potato casserole. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

Blaine winced. “It’s not.” He paused as Sam handed him a plate of ham, and he took a slice and passed it on. “But I think those days are over. I’m headed over to my brother’s later tonight, and I’m actually leaving for New York in the morning.”

“Oh really? I live in New York,” Kurt said. “What are you going to do there?”

Blaine laughed quietly. “I’m not entirely sure yet.”

From there conversation spread around the table, and Blaine could sit quietly and just soak it in. Watching Kurt, it was hard not to yearn for the life he never had, but Blaine didn’t want to mope about it. He had already changed. He may never have an opportunity again to really get to know Kurt, but he was on the road to setting things right, and he could settle for that for now.

After lunch was over Blaine followed Sam and Mercedes to the family room, where the kids went right back to playing with their Christmas gifts. Burt joined them while Carol and Kurt cleared the table.

“Anderson,” Burt said, once he was sitting comfortably in what was obviously his favorite chair. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Blaine answered, sitting on the couch, but near enough to Burt for them to have a quiet conversation. He had a feeling he knew what was coming. That was okay. Blaine wanted to talk.

Burt shrugged. “Two weeks ago I was sure you were going to take my business. Your reputation is not unknown to me, Anderson. I knew if you wanted the shop I wouldn't be able to stop you.”

Blaine took a centering breath. The further away he got from the night before, the more everything that had happened had felt like a dream. It may even have been a dream. But it didn’t matter. He was done with that life. “I didn’t want that any more.”

“What? The money? The business?”

Blaine shook his head, not sure how much to share. But there was something about Burt that made it easier. “It wasn’t my life. I want my life, and I think - I hope - I’m still young enough to have it.”

Burt considered him a while, studying Blaine. To his credit (Blaine hoped) he managed to hold Burt Hummel’s curious gaze. “Well,” Burt said with a chuckle. “You’re certainly young enough to do anything you want. And since I suspect money isn’t going to be a concern, I hope you choose what you want wisely.”

“Thank you,” Blaine said. “I hope I do as well. Do you mind - can I ask you a question?” When Burt nodded, Blaine continued. “Are you feeling better?”

Burt grunted, but not in an unkind way. “I am feeling better, thank you.” Kurt appeared then, standing next to Burt’s chair.

“Yes but you still have a lot of recovering to do,” Kurt said.

Burt frowned. Ignoring Kurt, he spoke directly to Blaine, “Apparently I still have a lot of recovering to do.” He thumbed over his shoulder at Kurt.

“Yes, and I’m going to be here for a while making sure you do just that,” Kurt answered anyway. Blaine smiled, watching their banter. He remembered back to when they were in school together, that Kurt had always said he’d had a great dad. Blaine excused himself as they continued to argue playfully over Burt’s condition, and found himself standing in front of the Christmas tree.

Every year when he was little, Blaine wanted to decorate the Christmas tree, but his parents had other ideas. His father always wanted a more utilitarian tree, few decorations, all the same color. His one allowance he gave Blaine’s mother was that she could pick the color, so every year the tree was decorated a different color. Silver one year, red the next, green the next, every ornament precisely placed for the perfect magazine photo holiday spread.

But the Hummel’s tree was covered in a jumble of mis-matched, obviously well loved ornaments of all shapes, sizes, and types. There were vintage glass bulbs, tiny wooden Santa heads, and homemade felt circles that looked like something Blaine had a vague memory of making himself in kindergarten. There was a palm sized Millennium Falcon that blinked, a glass ball with the Ohio State University logo on it, and green construction paper trees shedding glitter all over. Blaine smiled as he looked at them all, taking in every ornament and imagining its history.

He was laughing at a green glass pickle when he saw it. A palm sized nest with two yellow canaries perched on either side. Three small, aqua, realistic looking canary eggs settled in the center of the nest. Blaine swallowed. It couldn’t be possible. It was identical to the ornament on the tree at the hospital. The one the mysterious little girl led him to last night.

“It’s a mess, I know.” Kurt appeared next to him, and Blaine startled.

“No, it’s beautiful,” Blaine said, staring at the ornament. He looked at Kurt. His mouth was parted as if he was going to say something else, but Blaine had to know. He pointed to the nest. “Where is this from?”

“Oh, my gosh,” Kurt said. “It was my mother’s. I think she had it from when she was a little girl. I’m always surprised when it comes out of the box and it’s still in one piece.”

Blaine wanted to shout or scream or anything, it was too much. Of course it was possible that there could be two of them, but to Blaine, it was the final confirmation. Whatever he had experienced, It had been real. And it had led him back to Kurt. He was supposed to be here.

“So I’m going to be in Lima probably for another month,” Kurt was talking, and Blaine had to refocus his attention to get all the words. “But when I’m back in New York, would you like to get together for a drink, or dinner or something? Catch up?” Kurt was smiling at him, inviting him to dinner?

“Yes,” Blaine managed to say. “Yes, I would like that a lot.”

the end

#klaine advent: yearn #klaine advent: 2019 #Anderson's Ghosts #klaine advent

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alilactree · 7 years ago

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Humbug!

Klaine Advent: Stir

(Jumping in a little late, don’t mind me. Based on the summary of a cheesy holiday movie that I’ve never seen. Also, omg I’m writing Klaine fic?!)

Following years of bit parts and near-misses, aspiring New York actor Blaine Anderson is about to throw in the towel and move to Chicago to take a real job when he auditions for the lead in a new production of A Christmas Carol. He nails the part and finds unexpected romance with his director, TV star Kurt Hummel. But when the historic theater loses its lease and the show is set to fold before it even opens, Blaine and his cast mates find themselves in need of a Christmas miracle.

He nailed it. Blaine leaves the stage exuberant, certain that he gave his best out there, his entire heart and soul belted out to the audience of two; emotions were stirred, notes were hit, lines delivered flawlessly. And whether or not he gets the part, he’s pleased.

God he hopes he gets the part. No, hope is not a strong enough word. He needs this part. This part is his last chance, the final fraying string that he’s desperately clinging to. If he doesn’t get it, he’s— He has to get this part.

It’s been a long dry spell of background and one-line and no-line bit parts, lucky to get chorus member number twelve. His brother has been on him to give up on acting like he did and join the family business, but Blaine just knows his big break is right around the corner. Of course, he’s been saying that for years now. He may well be out of corners.

The theater is older and small, with that distinctive musty old theater aesthetic of dark velvet curtains and dark green carpets, a scuffed black stage, creaky wooden seats, and a maze of darkness backstage leading on to more darkness. Blaine takes a wrong turn in finding the exit and ends up in a narrow hallway in the very back of the building that’s become a graveyard of old props and busted lights and has definitely also become the de facto smoke break spot. Blaine wrinkles his nose, turning to retrace his steps and figure out where he went wrong, when he overhears the director and assistant director in one of the offices. Someone says his name.

“What about Blaine Anderson?”

He should not be listening to this. Blaine presses his lips flat, hesitates, then ducks behind what appears to be the styrofoam crow’s nest of a fake pirate ship to listen.

The AD, Rachel, says, “As Scrooge? No way. Too young. Too boy next door.” Blaine’s heart drops into his stomach. But he has an advocate: Kurt Hummel, director, former TV star, just so happens to be gorgeous and talented and wears the hell out of a cravat. Kurt tuts. “You lack imagination, Rachel. Think about his range, his emotional resonance. Forget about what he looks like.”

Blaine bites down on a smile. That’s exactly why he went for the role of Scrooge in the first place instead Bob Cratchit or Fred, or a safer bet like one of the carolers. More than just a cranky old man, Scrooge is the emotional core of the show and the audience needs to find Scrooge captivating in order go along on his journey. Blaine can do that. Plus, his songs are the best ones.

“I think the problem is that you can’t forget what he looks like,” the AD huffs.

“Excuse me?” Kurt says, his voice jumping high. Blaine’s heart goes with it. “Are you implying that I am being unprofessional in my casting, Rachel Berry?”

“Kurt,” Rachel says, in a placating tone, likely realizing she’s heading down a dangerous path. “You rely on me to advocate for the audience while you bring your brilliant vision to life. And I am telling you, no audience will believe Blaine Anderson as Ebenezer Scrooge.”

Shoulders slumped, heart plummeting down somewhere below ground, Blaine slips out from behind the pirate ship prop and makes his way back out to the stage. The stage he’ll apparently never perform on. He manages to find the exit this time, pushing the heavy metal door out onto a bright afternoon, of New York City covered in fluffy white snow and festively decked out for the holidays. It’s his favorite time of year here, usually, but today the winter wind just feels stinging and bitter, the Christmas cheer hollow and cheap. If I can make it there… Blaine laughs, rueful. He can’t, as it turns out. He can’t make it here. It’s finally time for him to get serious, join the family real estate business, and put this little acting experiment behind him.

He’ll call Cooper tonight.

#klaine advent 2017 #klaine advent: stir #klaine fic #my fic #lilac writes #to be continued #dun dun dun #humbug!

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forabeatofadrum · 4 years ago

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Myosotis series MASTERPOST

Masterpost for my Klaine Advent 2019 story.

Yes, I am posting this in end 2020. Full series on AO3 here, on S&C here, and the Tumblr tag (including extras) here.

Myosotis sylvatica

Summary: Kurt remembers meeting Blaine very vividly. After all, they only just met. Blaine also remembers meeting Kurt very vividly, but to him, it's been years since they met. Now, the two of them have to find ways to (re)connect and see where their relationship goes.

Rating: T

Words: ~73K

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Achievement

Beer

Creed

Date

Emergency

Fist

Ground

Hiccup

Interrupt

Joy

Kinship

Lecture

Maximum

Nest

Overwhelm

Part

Quarrel

Reasonable

Speed

Treat

User

Verdict

Worry

Yearn

Myosotis discolor

Summary: When your world burns to the ground and crashes down, you sometimes have to laugh. Burt Hummel would know. After all, he’s been there before. You’d think that third time’s the charm.

Rating: PG-13

Words: 883

AO3 | S&C | Tumblr.

Myosotis scorpioides

Summary: Kurt posts a Firmspring post about what happened to him. He knew that people were going to read it. After all, that was the point of creating that post. Three people who read it are Blaine’s mother, brother and father.

Rating: PG-13

Words: 4071

AO3 | S&C | Tumblr:

Pam Sotto

Cooper Anderson

John Anderson

Myosotis ramosissima

Summary: Sometimes, Kurt dreams that this is all a dream. He dreams that he goes to bed to block out Rachel and Santana’s fighting and that he wakes up the day after in 2012.

Rating: T

Words: 3976

AO3 | S&C | Tumblr.

Myosotis verna

Summary: Kurt and Blaine met in the spring of 2017 and to Blaine, it was love at first sight. Unfortunately for him, Kurt was dating Adam Crawford.They fall in love anyway.

This is the first time they fell in love.

Rating: T

Words: ~30K

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Blaine

Kurt

Adam and Blaine

Kurt

Adam and Blaine

Kurt

Extra’s:

Ramblings about advertisements

More about Michelle Anderson

Timeline of Myosotis sylvatica

Myosotis verna chapter 4 seating chart

Adam between 2019 - 2021

Timeline of Myosotis verna

Kurt and Blaine’s looks in 2027/2028

Joke playlist

Actual playlist

My art

There are also some memes and they can be found in my general “dank memes about my fics” tag

#i might *MIGHT* write one last little thing #but that will be added when it's written #anyway i am not going to write it now cause yknow the new advent is here #klaine advent 2019 #klaine #masterpost

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todaydreambelieversfic · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 13/24 Fandom: Glee Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Tina Cohen-Chang Additional Tags: Klaine Advent 2019 Summary:

all of the fic written for the klaine advent drabble challenge 2019! to be updated daily (let's hope) until complete.

SO I'M DOING SOMETHING DIFFERENT THIS YEAR! i'm writing everything within an AU based off the bon appetit test kitchen and vogue offices being in the same building. this au was conceptualised by natalie @glennrhovia and jules @homoaesthetics on twitter and i'm simply repaying them for their service.

#klaine Advent 2019 #klaine advent: maximum #klaine advent: nest

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littlej097 · 7 years ago

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Klaine Advent - Key

Summary: Handing the car key over to your teenager is never an easy thing to do and it was something that Kurt and Blaine definitely weren’t ready for.

“Guys, I’m fine. I really am.” Kurt told his family. “You can stop fussing over me.” Blaine had just gotten his husband situated on the couch. During a wild family dance party, Kurt had jumped off the couch, landed wrong on his right ankle and had promptly broken it. After a trip to the nearest emergent care center, an x-ray and a big bulky cast placement, the family was finally home.

“Kurt, can you just let us take care of you for once?” Blaine asked.

“It barely hurts.” Kurt told them. “Plus, I have things I need to get done. It’s a school night. Lunches have to be packed. Lucy needs to get a bath. Andrew needs help with his english homework…” he continued to ramble off stuff. It would have been a little easier to handle, but Penny was off at college and couldn’t lend a hand.

“I can make lunches.” Charlie offered.

“Yeah and I can help Andrew with english.” Caleb added.

“I suppose I can give this one a bath.” Blaine replied as he picked Lucy up by her belly and flipped her upside down. She giggled and kicked her feet.

“Daddy! Put me down!” she screech through giggles.

“That takes care of tonight, but who is going to drive the kids to school tomorrow? Blaine, you have an meeting at the theater tomorrow.”

“I can do it!” Charlie immediately exclaimed. Instantly, Kurt and Blaine watched their other three children groan in protest. “What? I have my license. I can do it.”

“Papa, if you value any of our lives, you will not let her drive us.” Andrew pleaded. Kurt looked over at Blaine. They were kind of out of options. Caleb didn’t yet have his license. He wasn’t in a hurry to flee the nest, like his sister was. He took a little longer to practice and hadn’t taken his official drivers test yet.

“We kind of don’t have any other option.” Kurt told his children. “Charlie, my car key is on the counter in the kitchen.”

“Yes! Thanks Papa!” Charlie said before racing off into the kitchen. She came back a few seconds later with the key in her hand a huge smile on her face. “Charlotte Rose, I want you to look at me.” Charlie looked at her father. “You are carrying the most precious cargo in both mine and your father’s life. Do not do anything to damage it.”

“And by that, he means don’t scratch his car.” Blaine replied sarcastically.

“Blaine! I meant the children.” Kurt retorted.

“And now I take my leave. I shall also take this one.” he added before picking Lucy up and then running her towards the bathroom.

“Well, we should go do that english homework.” Caleb said as he put a hand on his brother’s back.

“Why? We’re gonna die before we even get to the school tomorrow.” Andrew said.

“Just in case there’s a miracle.” Caleb laughed.

“This is ridiculous! I’m a good driver!” Charlie exclaimed. “I’m the one who actually passed my test.”

“And I’m sure the crying that you did when you hit a cone parallel parking didn’t have anything to do with that.” Caleb retorted.

“Shut up! It was a stressful time!” Charlie yelled at her brother before storming off to her room. Then, Kurt was left on his own. Surprisingly, it was almost peaceful. It was quiet and he had total control over the tv remote. He didn’t have to make lunches or run bath water. He turned on the tv and found an episode of Project Runway. Maybe this broken ankle wouldn’t be that bad....

The next morning, Blaine helped Kurt hobble back into the living room and got him set up with the tv remote, his sketchbooks, a drink and his laptop. “If you need anything, feel free to call me.”

“Blaine, I have a broken ankle. I’m not crippled.” Kurt replied. “It’s not like I’ve never been on crutches before.”

“I know. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Blaine replied.

“And that is why I love you so much.” Kurt replied as he motioned for his husband to come over. He grabbed Blaine’s bowtie and pulled him close enough to press a quick peck to his lips. “Now get going! Jerry at the theater isn’t going to wait all day.” he added with a quick slap to Blaine’s butt.

“Geez, those painkillers are making you a little frisky.” Blaine replied. Kurt gave him a wink and Blaine laughed before he left. Soon enough all four of the remaining Anderson-Hummel children filtered into the kitchen to eat breakfast before school. Caleb came in first and grabbed a pack of poptarts.

“Glad to see your picking something healthy for breakfast Caleb.” Kurt said from the living room.

“Oh, you know me Papa. Always the health nut.” he replied as he took another bite of his smores poptarts. Lucy came in next. She had her favorite stuffed lamb in her arms.

“Here Papa, you can have lamby for the day. She can keep you company.” Lucy told him as she extended the white stuffed lamb to her father.

“Oh honey, that’s so thoughtful.” Kurt said as he pulled his daughter in for a kiss. “Now go in the kitchen and Caleb will help you get some cereal before school.” The little girl nodded and skipped into the kitchen, her blonde ponytails swaying as she walked. Charlie came in next. She looked excited, no doubt it was about driving to school today. Last but not least was Andrew who walked down the hallway with a football helmet on his head. Kurt had to stifle a laugh when he saw him.

“Andrew bud, what are you wearing?”

“Trying not to get a brain injury when Charlie undoubtedly crashes the car today.” he replied. “The helmet should help reduce the impact and prevent me from getting any internal bleeding in my brain.” Kurt laughed. Andrew was such a smart 10 year old and recently he was very into medicine. He was telling anyone and everyone that one day he was going to be a doctor. Charlie however did not consider her brother as charming as Kurt did.

“You’re such a booger! Take it off.”

“No! I’m just trying not to die.” Andrew retorted.

“You are not wearing it in the car when I’m driving.”

“Guess I’m not going to school then.” the boy replied.

“Not an option.” Kurt said jumping in. “Honey, our car is pretty safe so I think you’ll be okay without the helmet.”

“You can never be too careful Papa.” Andrew replied. Charlie gave her father an exasperated look and threw her hands out in frustration.

“Let it go.” Kurt to his daughter. Charlie rolled her eyes and then grabbed the lunches that she had made the night before and put them on the counter.

“Okay, we’re leaving in 10 minutes.” Charlie told the rest of her siblings. They all looked at her with blank expressions on their faces. They were clearly so excited about their ride to school. When 10 minutes was up, each kid walked over to Kurt to say goodbye.

“Bye Papa.” Caleb and Charlie both said as they grabbed their backpacks.

“Bye Papa, I love you. I hope your ankle feels better.” Lucy replied sweetly. “Bye lamby!” she added giving her stuffed animal a kiss as well. Andrew was last. He walked over and gave Kurt a full on hug.

“Bye Papa, If is the last time we see each other, I want you to know, you were a great father.” he said.

“No one is dying. Get going before your sister leaves your butt behind.” Andrew sent his father a smile and then went out to the car.

“Please, don’t let anything happen to them...or to the car.” Kurt said to no one before he started working on some things for Vogue. When the kids got home later that afternoon, Kurt was sprawled out on the couch taking a nap. He heard whispers as all four kids came home, but kept his eyes clothed.

“No one better say anything. Got it?” Charlie hissed in a hushed tone.

“Do you honestly think Dad and Papa won’t notice?” Caleb replied.

“I’m going to tell them.” Charlie told her brother. “It was an accident.”

“It wouldn’t have been if you knew how to parallel park better…”

“Like you can do better!” Kurt decided that was the moment that he would let his children know he could hear everything they were saying.

“Who would like to tell me what happened?” he said, startling all four children.

“I’m not a part of this.” Andrew said. “Come on Luc.” The little girl followed her older brother down the hallway to their rooms.

“And then there were two. Spill. How bad is the damage?”

“So…” Charlie began. “When we got to school, there weren’t any spots in the parking lot. So I had to find street parking and parallel park…”

“And…” Kurt replied.

“When I went to pull in, I may have tapped the back bumper a little bit and there may be a dent.”

“Is is a big dent?” Kurt replied with a groan.

“It’s a medium sized dent.” Charlie confessed.

“That’s not all.” Caleb said quietly to which his sister sent him a death glare.

“What else?”

“Okay, well this part was not really my fault.” Charlie began. “Some asshole-”

“Language.” Kurt reprimanded.

“Some annoying person parked so close to me - both in the front and the back so when I tried to pull out, I had to wiggle out of the spot and I pulled forward a little too fast and dented the front too.”

“Give me the car key.” Kurt said immediately. Charlie walked up hesitantly and placed the key in her father’s hand.

“Are you gonna yell?”

“I’m trying to be calm. I suggest you go and think about what you’re going to tell your father when he gets home. I’d also think about ways to make up the money to pair for the damage to be repaired. It was a mistake, but you need to take responsibility for your actions.” Caleb sent his sister a smirk.

“Fair enough.”

“Oh and Caleb, don’t laugh just yet. Until your sister can prove that she can parallel park without denting the car, you get to drive her where she has to go. Once you pass your test of course. I happen to know that you are a great parallel parker so it shouldn't be a problem.”

“Papa! That’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair kid.” Kurt shot back. Both teenagers went off to their bedrooms and Kurt let out a sigh. If he hadn’t broken his stupid ankle, their car wouldn’t be dented in both the front and the back. He knew for sure that he wouldn’t be handing the car key to either one of his teenagers anytime soon, even if that meant that he had to learn to drive with his left foot until his right was healed.

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