#klaine advent: speed

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Myosotis sylvatica (19/24)

Notes: Huh, what is this? 5,6K+ words in four days? After being absent for over a month, I churn out two chapters in a short notice. 

Quaratine might be catching up with me. Anyway, this chapter is the continuation of chapter 18 and Kurt has to deal with a lot.

TW: small ableism, discussion of grief, mention of past suicide

See the end notes for details. In these troubled times, I truly wish I could give you guys something more upbeat, but this part was planned months ago, even before the whole pandemic hit us. Weird to think that there were so many “I don’t have 2020 vision!” memes. After all, no one could’ve seen this coming.

AO3

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SPEED

Kurt hates that his first thought is: “But… Finn?”

He shouldn’t put that burden on Rachel and Jesse, not while they’re clearly happy. He’s had seven months to accept that Rachel has moved on and he has, he truly has and he is very happy for her.

At least, that’s what he thought.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he still holds on to the idea that Finn and Rachel should be together. Finn should be the one holding Rachel’s hand while sharing their big news. Finn and Rachel should be wearing matching wedding rings. Finn and Rachel should be here, in his apartment, having lunch with friends.

And he knows that Rachel hasn’t forgotten him. He knows that this isn’t Rachel’s weird way of getting petty revenge, even though that is usually her speciality. He knows all of that, but he can’t help but feel crushed.

Tears form in his eyes, but everyone arounds him assumes they’re tears of happiness. He puts his face in his hands when he feels the tears flowing and he hides between the many happy faces.

He’s being stupid.

This is all going too fast in his mind. All his friends are going forward in full speed, and Kurt cannot keep up.

Suddenly, someone grabs him by the shoulders. By now he knows it is Blaine. He looks up and he sees that Blaine looks very worried. Of course, he would notice. The others are still celebrating and congratulating and Wes has popped the cork of another bottle of wine. But Blaine notices that there is something wrong.

The two stare at each other for a very long time, until Kurt gives in and shakes his head. Blaine sits next to him and pulls him close, which leads to other people noticing. When Kurt starts sobbing, they realise that those are not happy tears.

Kurt has his face against Blaine’s chest, but the couch dips. Someone’s sitting next to him.

“Are you- Are you not happy for me?” Rachel asks, confused.

“I am happy, Rachel,” Kurt says, still not looking at her, “But if feels wrong.”

The room has gone silent and Rachel takes in a deep breath. “Wrong how? What could be wrong here, Kurt? I want this. I’ve wanted this for so long with him-”

“Stop! That is where it is wrong,” Kurt yells out and he looks at her and the realisation dawns upon Rachel. The others whisper and the atmosphere has changed.

“I am not replacing him, Kurt. He’s been dead for almost fifteen years and I-”

“Don’t. Rachel, no. Sorry. Not now.” Oh God. He’s completely ruining Rachel’s big day. Knowing her, she’s been looking forward to revealing the news and Kurt is ruining it because this stupid, irrational grief stands it all in the way.

Rachel is not shy of letting Kurt know that. She looks livid and Kurt looks away in shame. He’s ruined her big day.

“Finn is dead, Kurt. He’s dead. He’s deceased. He’s passed. He’s six feet underneath,” she says. She’s trying to sound fierce, but her voice waivers when she says: “I cried, I wrote a hesped, I wore white and I went through the phases of mourning, and it still doesn’t feel enough because a part of me will always be mourning. But I have moved on and Jesse-” Both Rachel and Kurt look at Jesse, who looks very uncomfortable with the sudden attention “-is the best thing that has happened to me in a very long time and our marriage and this pregnancy are signs of our love. I know you don’t believe in soulmates. Hell, I don’t even think that I do, but if they were real, then people would be able to have multiple soulmates. Finn was my soulmate. Jesse is mine now and I am happy!”

The room is tense. Kurt can’t stand it.

He frees himself from Blaine’s embrace and he stumbles towards his room. “Sorry. So sorry, everyone. I am so sorry.”

--

Kurt’s sitting on the bed, looking at his mother’s dresser. He doesn’t talk. He doesn’t have anything useful to say. He’s ruined it with Rachel.

The door opens and Kurt want to tell Blaine to get out and that they’ll talk later, but to his surprise, Wes sits down next to him. They don’t talk. Together, they just stare at the dresser.

Kurt doesn’t like it, though. He’d like to be alone. He turns to face Wes and says: “Did you get the shortest straw, or why are you here?”

Wes chuckles. “Classic Kurt.”

Is it? Well, Kurt wouldn’t know. Kurt’s about to tell Wes to get lost, but Wes is the first to speak.

“I’m sorry to hear about your brother. It must be hard.”

Kurt’s stunned into silence. In the past seven months, no one has downright told Kurt that they’re sorry for his loss, since the loss isn’t fresh anymore. Then, Kurt notices the blank stare and the tears forming in Wes’s eyes.

“Have you, uhm, lost someone?”

Wes wipes his eyes and nods sadly. “Her name was Angela. She was my older sister, my 姐姐. She committed suicide years ago. She was only thirteen years old. So young, and yet so filled with self-hatred and sadness.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Kurt says and he means it. He puts his hand on Wes’s shoulder, which surprises Wes, but the two of them continue to stare at the dresser. Does it comfort Wes in the same way as it comforts Kurt?

“Not that I mind, but why did you tell me?” Kurt asks after a while.

“Do you know how old I was when she died? I was only three.”

“Three?”

Wes sighs sadly and Kurt sees that he needs time to compose himself, so Kurt waits patiently for Wes to tell the story.

“My parents always wanted a second child. After years of trying, they just gave up. My mother had accepted that her biological clock had passed, but then, ten years after the birth of my sister, my mother got pregnant. To this day, my parents still call me their miracle baby. According to everyone I know, Angela absolutely adored me. She’d watch me sleep in my crib every night with a big smile on her face. I’d like to think that I adored her as much as she adored me, but I don’t know. I don’t remember her very well.”

“Oh, Wes-”

Wes holds up a hand, which silences Kurt. Wes isn’t finished yet, so instead, Kurt gives him a squeeze on the shoulder.

“If it weren’t for the many videos and photos of Angela, I wouldn’t have even known what she looked like. I don’t have any concrete memories of her, only feelings. They’re happy ones, so that’s why I’m certain that I loved her. I must’ve liked spending time with her. There are home videos of the two of us playing with toys and I always had a big smile on my face. I don’t know her, but I miss her every day of my life. She would’ve turned forty-five this year.”

Wes turns to Kurt, looking serious.

“I’m telling you this for a reason. I’m not even going to pretend that I am feeling the same thing you feel, because your position is extraordinary. I can’t even imagine how isolated you feel, since all the others have moved on with their lives. What I’m trying to say is that I do understand that grief can be a bitch. When I was a teen, I missed Angela so much, I had to see a therapist for it to help me process it. I felt like I couldn’t grief her. After all, I barely knew her, how could I miss her?

I’m thirty-five now, and I still don’t fully understand it, but all I know is that I do miss her and that my grief counts. It’s different from the people who actually remember her, which makes it difficult to share. I do feel isolated as well, but in a different way. I can’t relate to my parents or other family members, since I can’t join in on stories about her. When they bring up Angela, they talk about their concrete memories of her, but I don’t have them. All I know is that I loved her and that she liked pink.

I know things about Angela, but I can’t distinguish actual memories from stories I’ve heard. I also know that she loved to sing. Do I know that she loved singing because I remember so, or because I’ve been told so? It’s exhausting. I’m not going to push you to talk if that is not what you want. I know that it’s weird and exhausting and so isolating. Just know that if you do want to talk, I’m here. From one isolated grieving process to another.”

Kurt lets the words sink in. He doesn’t talk and Wes seems to really understand it. The two of them just sit in silence.

--

“You know what, Wes? I understand why Blaine thinks you should be a therapist. You’re easy to talk to.”

“True, but I want to become a judge one day so that I can bang my gavel in a professional manner.”

“That’s fair.”

--

He must’ve fallen asleep, because when Kurt sits up, the room is dark and Wes is gone. He looks around and he sees the invitation to Finn’s funeral standing on the windowsill. Blaine had put it there months ago.

Kurt feels the urge to burn it.

He can’t think about it, because the door opens again and Blaine has a sad smile on his face. Kurt immediately jumps of the bed.

“I have to talk to Rachel!” he says frantically. He has to tell her that he’s sorry for ruining her day and making her feel bad for loving someone else than Finn, but Blaine shakes his head.

“Rachel does not want to see you right now.”

“But I need to-”

“Kurt, Rachel does not want to see you right now.” Blaine sounds stern and cold.

Kurt is stunned into silence and he falls back on the bed. He’s really ruined it. “What happened afterward?”

Blaine sits next to him. “Well, Isabel was pretty upset. She’s very sensitive when it comes to emotional atmospheres, so Brittany and Santana said their goodbyes and we will see them tomorrow. They think Isabel might be autistic, but they’re still looking into it.”

“Oh. Everyone has autism nowadays?”

Blaine shifts next to him. He still sounds stern and cold when he says: “I was under the impression that that hurtful rhetoric was of the late 2010s, not the early 2010s, but I cannot be certain. I have the tendency to block out this kind of bullshit.”

Kurt bursts out into tears. He shouldn’t have said that. He’s making matters worse. It feels undeserving when Blaine scoots closer to comfort him. “I’m sorry!”

“I know you are,” Blaine sounds more soothing now. The sharp edge in his voice is gone, but he still adds: “Just don’t act out and hurt the people who have nothing to do with this. That is not who you are anymore.”

Anymore. Right, yes, fifteen and a half years have passed. And sure, he’s improved, but at times like these, he acts out. It is a shitty defence mechanism and Blaine sees right through.

“Brittany, Santana and Isabel left pretty quickly. Adam and Sebastian had other plans, since they were only invited for the end, so they left as well. Rachel was fuming, so Jesse took her home as well, but she will calm down eventually. She knows you mean no harm.”

“Doesn’t erase the fact that I caused her harm.”

“I know that. She knows that. That is why she doesn’t want to see you right now, but tomorrow we’re going to see a show together and things will be different.”

Oh God, Kurt hopes that is true. The show must go on, really.

“Wes was inside with you for a long time, so Mae, Kitty and Roderick helped with the cleaning and the dishes. They’re all gone now. It’s just us.”

“Good.” No more need for appearances.

“The hospital did call, but I told them you were unavailable.”

“Great,” Kurt says sarcastically. Add that to the pile of things that are reminding Kurt of the amnesia.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Kurt sniffs and admits that he’s not handling growing up as well as he’d thought. He’s okay with adjusting to the 2028 life, but as a nineteen year old. But he’s not nineteen and neither are his friends. “I’m turning thirty-five in three months, not twenty. Seeing Isabel, and then Rachel’s pregnancy, and also the grief… It is all too much, my sweet.”

Blaine rubs his back and he kisses his head.

“Oh God. I am thirty-four. Rachel’s pregnancy… I never saw it coming, because it didn’t hit me. Did you- You probably saw this coming from miles away.”

But Blaine shakes his head. “No, not at all.”

“Not even a hint?” Kurt asks. Rachel and Jesse have gotten married in 2019, the same year Kurt and Blaine started dating. It’s kind of surprising that they were childless for so long, since it’s apparent that Rachel longs for a family. She’s just like Brittany and Santana. They’re in their mid-thirties.

Blaine seems to internally debate something.

“What is it?”

“… I don’t want to push you even more, Kurt.”

What could possibly be the case here? Why is Blaine suddenly looking very apologetic? But Kurt can’t take any more secrets.

“Please, tell me.”

Blaine still looks torn, but he nods. “Rachel didn’t want to get pregnant right now because… well… uhm. The four of us had planned on Rachel becoming our surrogate around this time. We were planning on having children ourselves.”

Blaine was right. This is pushing Kurt over the edge. His mind goes numb.

The wedding. The planned move afterwards, which has been on hold. It all makes sense.

Kurt replays the words of Santana and Rachel: they were longing for settling down and staring a family. Kurt and Blaine must’ve felt it as well.

But then something Kurt confuses him.

“The four of us?”

Blaine smiles sadly. “Quinn is part of it too. She wanted to donate the eggs, but she was too afraid to carry the baby herself. Apparently, she had a daughter in high school and that birth had been very painful and traumatic. She thought it was fine until the possibility of giving birth again came up and she spent all day panicking.”

“Then why did she want to donate the eggs?”

“You two promised that to each other in high school. Don’t ask me, I wasn’t there. She never wants to give birth again, which is why Quinn and Puck adopted-” Oh great. They have children as well. “- but even though Quinn can do questionable things, she’s very loyal. Rachel told us that she wanted to carry our baby. She joked about it being a test run for her own child. Ah…” Blaine sounds a bit bitter.

“… Are you mad at Rachel for getting pregnant?”

Blaine immediately shakes his head. “We can’t expect the people around us to put their lives on hold for this.”

That does not make Kurt feel better. In fact, it makes it even worse. Oh God, he’s preventing Blaine from living his life as well! He’s putting his life on hold.

“I know what you’re thinking, love.” Of course. Blaine knows him very well. “I don’t mind my life not going as planned, as long as I’m with you, I’m fine.”

It is a lovely sentiment, but Kurt’s stomach still twists with guilt. He doesn’t say anything and instead, he leans closer to Blaine. Blaine probably knows that Kurt is not at ease yet, but he doesn’t say anything.

Tomorrow, he’ll talk to Rachel. Tomorrow, it’ll be fine.

--

Kurt’s decided to meet Rachel beforehand. He doesn’t want to bring the others into the awkwardness. He takes the train to her apartment and the doorman lets him in. He’s been here before.

Rachel knows he’s coming.

Kurt rides the elevator and he hasn’t felt this nervous in a very long time. He’s rehearsed what he wants to say several times in his head while rearranging the closet. Afterwards, he even rehearsed it with Blaine.

But Rachel is unpredictable. Kurt has no idea what will happen and how she will react. He’s extra slow when he makes his way to her door.

He takes a deep breath and he knocks loudly.

After a while, he hears footsteps approaching and Kurt’s about to die from nerves. The door slowly opens and Kurt forces himself to meet Rachel’s gaze. She looks sad when her eyes land on him. He’s about to open his mouth to recount the rehearsed speech, but to his utter confusion… Rachel hugs him tightly.

Kurt’s too stunned and confused to hug her back. Isn’t she furious with him?

“I forgive you, Kurt,” she whispers and Kurt can feel himself tear up again.

“I am so sorry.”

“I know, and I accept your apology.”

A huge burden has been lifted. Kurt sniffs and he finally hugs Rachel back. “I hurt you.”

“Oh, I know. You did and I was really, really angry at you. But I’ve thought it over and I am sad that it has happened and that I will always think of our fight when I think back on the reveal, but this entire situation is just fucked up and I know that this is a lot for you.”

Kurt laughs a little bit. People always laugh during awkward moments. He is happy that Rachel is so forgiving, but it is true that he’s forever tainted her memory of this day. “When did you get so smart?”

“Oh Kurt, fifteen years and I am still learning,” Rachel laughs and sure, the reminder stings, but Kurt laughs as well. Rachel has matured a lot. “Besides, Jesse keeps me grounded.”

“I’m happy that you’ve found each other,” Kurt says truthfully.

“Thank you, Kurt.”

--

Brittany and Santana’s time in New York comes to an end. Everyone’s waving them goodbye. Despite the disastrous pregnancy reveal, the reunion ended on a happy note. It’s a good thing that Kurt and Rachel talked before seeing a Broadway show.

This was the not family friendly show called Wrapped, so Brittany and Santana left Isabel with a New York-based friend and they all loved the show. This time, Santana was free to make not family friendly jokes.

“No, but really? Why are all the new 2028 musicals named after condoms? The Rubber and Wrapped? Wanky!”

Santana might be thirty-four, but some things never change.

And now, they’re leaving. Brittany is whispering something to Blaine and Santana is saying goodbye to Kitty and Roderick. After a handful of goodbyes, Isabel walks up to Kurt with a sheet of paper. Blaine has explained that Isabel draws something every year to express how she feels. She draws her expectations of the trip beforehand and then on the day they leave, she shows the drawing.

She’s only four and she started doing this at age two, but Blaine has shown the drawings to Kurt. They were hidden away in the office.

Isabel holds out the drawing and Kurt smiles widely when she sees that it is a happy drawing. She is clearly too young to understand what has changed, but she felt it beforehand. It’s good to see that she still expected fun.

“Did you have fun?” Brittany asks her.

“Yes!” she yells loudly.

“Alright, Isabel, we’re going now. Mama is putting you into the car seat,” Santana says. She’s already at the car. Isabel starts to resist Brittany, but Brittany just scoops her up and they say their goodbyes. Isabel is still a bit of a menace.

They drive off and the others wave until they’re out of sight.

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End notes: Kurt makes a small ableist comment while acting out, but it isn’t much. The nitty gritty part of the chapter is the conversation about grief. Wes mentions that his older sister has committed suicide years before and they have a conversation about complicated grieving processes.

姐姐 = jiě jiě, older sister in Chinese.

The part about Angela was written months ago, somewhere around the same time as chapter 6 (beginning of December 2019). I told you that Kurt and Wes would have their own moment as well.

[notarelationship]

Anderson’s Ghosts 19/24

Klaine Advent: Speed

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, Nest, Overwhelm, Part, Quarrel, Reasonable

Read it all on AO3

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When Blaine opened his eyes Quinn was still holding his hand. They were in the lobby of an office building, or something like one. “What happened back there?” He asked. “They were crying over you, weren’t they?  Brittany and Santana?”  Quinn ignored him. “And what about Burt Hummel? Can you answer any of my questions or am I supposed to figure out what this all means by myself?”

Broken heart.

“Broken heart? Broken heart?” He repeated. “What does that mean?” Blaine followed Quinn through a set of glass doors. 

You aren’t by yourself. Not yet. Blaine exhaled, loudly. He was more than a little exasperated.  He felt like he’d seen everything he’d needed to already tonight, but if there were more specific lessons he should heed he was really going to need more detail. Unfortunately, it seemed that this particular spirit was not going to share many. Here.

“Where are we now?  What could be left to show me?”

They were in a reception area, somewhat sadly decorated for Christmas, with a few red and green streamers, hung behind the desk, and an artificial Christmas tree decorated in one corner. It wasn’t a hospital, but Blaine could see two nurses gathered together, chatting near the desk. At first, Blaine couldn’t hear what they were saying, but as he stood watching their voices became much clearer - no doubt through some magic his guide was practicing, because he did not move closer, and they were not speaking louder. 

“There are a few that don’t get many visitors,” one of them - a tall, younger nurse said. “But I can’t remember the last time I saw anyone at all in 12B.”

“Oh his brother comes sometimes, once or twice a year,” said the second nurse. “But not usually around the holidays. I imagine he’s got other places to be. I heard they didn’t have the best relationship. And he hasn’t himself said a word in the three years he’s been here.” 

“It’s so sad for some of them,” the first nurse replied. “Speeding towards the end.”

“It is,” said the second nurse. “But then, you get back what you put into the world, I suppose.”

Come. Quinn took his hand and led him through another set of doors and down a long hallway. Blaine had been on the edge of terrified the entire night, but now all he felt was a grave sense of defeat. They stopped in front of Room 12B. Here.

The room was sparsely decorated, if you could say it was decorated at all. There was a television in the corner, but it wasn’t on. There were no photographs or framed pictures anywhere. There was one occupant, an older man who was sitting in a chair, staring out the window. Blaine didn’t have to ask.

“The future isn’t settled,” Blaine said. “You wouldn’t be showing me this if it weren’t fixable.”

Perhaps. But soon. She took his hand again, and Blaine was back in his apartment.

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

Klaine Advent 2019

AO3

Day Nineteen: Speed

The only time Kurt could peacefully talk to his father on the phone in the loft was when Rachel was also on the phone with her parents. Otherwise, Rachel would rip the phone from Kurt’s hands to talk to Burt. She acted like he was her third father. In a way, Burt Hummel had become her dad. The man certainly fit into the role well and put up with all of Rachel’s shendagains. 

As Kurt passed the curtains of Rachel’s room, he heard her on the phone. With a quick look at the clock, he knew his dad was home from work but not quite sitting at the dinner table. He scurried into his own room and dialed the number. 

“Hey Kurt, what’s going on?” 

“Hi dad,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you.” 

“Just to hear my voice or is somethin’ serious happening?” 

“It’s something that has the potential to be serious.” 

“Okay,” Burt replied. “You, Rachel, and Santana are okay right?” 

“Yeah, it’s not about them. Or school. That’s fine too.” 

“So a boy then?”

His dad knew him too well. 

“Yes, a boy. Blaine.” 

“Blaine is not a name I’ve heard before, who’s Blaine?” 

Kurt sighed and listened for Rachel’s voice and heard her laugh. Still on the phone.

“We went on a date the other day. He performed at that singing competition Rachel and I won, remember?” 

“I remember. First place, you got a check,” Burt recalled. “And you didn’t let me come see you. I believe you said it was an ‘unnecessary expense’.” 

“It was, I rather you and Carole come for my showcase next month instead.” 

“The winter one?” 

“Yes, I’m hoping to be invited to perform.” 

“You will.” 

They quickly got off track from Blaine when his dad remembers to tell Kurt Mr. Schue is hoping to get as many Glee alumni to return to McKinley during their winter break and wanted to know if Kurt would come. Afterall, according to his father at least, Kurt Hummel was the star of glee. Kurt had rolled his eyes at that because “Rachel was obviously the star, dad.” 

Burt had cut in with, “Rachel and Finn were leads but you got solos too. You’re a star.” 

Another eye roll, thank god his dad couldn’t see him. 

“Can we get back to Blaine?” 

Now, Kurt imagined, his dad was rolling his eyes. 

“Of course, tell me about him.” 

Naturally, Kurt rehashed all their conversations before and up until the end of their very long but amazing first date. 

“Sounds like a great guy, I don’t see the issue here.” 

“I cannot stop thinking about him, dad,” Kurt said. “I really like him.” 

“But what if he doesn’t like you back?” 

“I know he liked me back.” 

“So, again, what’s got your feathers all amuck?”

“Am I moving too fast? Like personally are my feelings going to ruin this because I can already see myself falling in love with him and it’s been two dates. What if I say it too soon and he gets scared off? What do I do if he leaves and I’m left heartbroken?” 

“Kurt,” his dad said, in that serious tone he used for situations like this. 

Kurt affectionately called it Burt’s “father voice.” 

“Relax. You need to just breath and enjoy it. The beginnings of any relationship feels fast-paced and you feel rushed to get it right. Especially, when you really like the person.” 

“So what should I do?” 

“All I’m saying is don’t get too ahead of yourself. No need for speed,” Burt told him. “Enjoy it.” 

“Enjoy it?” 

“Yes.” 

“Okay, I’ll just enjoy it and let things happen the way they happen.” 

“Exactly,” Burt agreed. “Now, dinner’s on the table and I’m not sitting. I gotta go but if you want I can call you back after we eat if you want to talk more, okay?” 

“Thanks, dad,” Kurt said, listening for Rachel’s voice which had disappeared. “I’m better now. This helped a lot. Tell Carole, I miss and love her.” 

“I will.” 

“Love you, dad.” 

“I love you too,” Kurt said.

[todaydreambelieversfic]

Chapters: 19/24 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!

[spaceorphan18]

Scenes from December (7/24)

Klaine Advent 2022: Grind

A) I posted earlier - so check out the previous entry in case you missed it. B) I had this scene in mind before the word came up.

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December, 2012

The loft was quiet, still almost.  The light was dim - only the bright, electric light shining from the gold star Rachel had bought for decoration and the deep, solid shades of the Christmas lights blinking on the tree.  A soft jazz music played in the background, accompanying the soft sounds of their fucking.  But even though he wanted to relax, wanted to just enjoy the grind of Blaine’s hips pushing deeper into him, wanted to allow this moment to be only what it was, Kurt’s mind wasn’t fully on sex.  

He wasn’t sure if his dad opting for the hotel down the street was a good thing or not.  Being left alone with Blaine felt like a dangerous thing.  Sex felt more like an inevitability than a choice.  Even with his brain fuzzy with anxiety, even with his heart still bruised and broken, his body always wanted just Blaine.  

So why didn’t Blaine’s body want only his?

He was glad he was on all fours, facing away so that Blaine couldn’t see the heaviness on his face.   Glad that he had already come - Blaine’s mouth and his own desires having carried him through it.  Glad he was able to hold enough back so that he wouldn’t break down and cry.  

They had barely spoken to each other since his dad left.  Kurt didn’t know what to say, and Blaine knew him well enough to know that words wouldn’t accomplish anything.  Not yet anyway.  

So they let their bodies speak instead.  And Kurt found that sex was easy.  Easier than it seemed it should have been.  Sex - a thing that had been so hard, so difficult so long, was now something he could take for granted.  Did it feel cheapened now? Is that how Blaine was able to do what he did?  He wasn’t sure that he’d ever fully understand.  

He could tell that Blaine was close. He could tell by the way Blaine picked up speed, and pushed in deeper, and became more erratic in his rhythm.  He could tell by the sound of Blaine’s groans and the way Blaine’s hands clutched his hips harder.  He could tell the way you’re supposed to be able to tell the deep intricacies of your long time lover. At least his body still made Blaine shudder with pleasure.  There was something oddly reassuring about that.  

After, Kurt collapsed onto the bed.  Blaine was quick with kisses along his shoulder, his neck, his cheek.  Blaine turned them, wanting to kiss in the afterglow, but Kurt couldn’t manage it - not for long anyway.  Blaine looked at him, with almost grateful eyes, but Kurt had to look away.  Still, he held Blaine tightly, still curled a leg around Blaine’s hips, still let Blaine’s head rest against his chest.  

This was his person.  This was his Blaine.  

So, why…? 

A thought that wasn’t going to be untangled tonight.  

Blaine was soon asleep, peaceful and almost innocent against him.  The chill of the air began to nip at his cooling skin.  He kissed the top of Blaine’s head, then wrapped a blanket over them, snuggling in closer, hoping that his brain would finally shut off and sleep would overcome him as he watched the snow silently fall against the window. 

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine Advent Drabble 2020 one-shot - “Changes” (Rated NC17)

Summary: Blaine chooses a horrible moment to have a conversation about the future of his and Kurt's relationship. (1375 words)

Notes: Written for the @klaineadvent 2020 Drabble Challenge prompt 'brake'.

Part of the Need for Speed verse.

Read on AO3.

“Oh, Kurt …” 

“Blaine! Oh, God! Blaine! Yes … do that! Just … keep doing that!”

“No. No, wait.” Blaine shakes his head, breaks their kiss. “Darling, put the brakes on.”

“The brakes are on,” Kurt insists, recapturing Blaine’s mouth when he turns his head back towards him. “That’s why we’re not plummeting off the side of the ridge right now. My stellar brakes.”

“That’s … not what I mean. Kurt?” Blaine puts his hands on Kurt’s arms, pushes him back a hair. “I need you to slow down … for a minute.”

Kurt looks down at Blaine from his perch in his lap, the air in the Mustang rapidly cooling around them as the kissing and groping cease.

“What? Why?” Kurt asks, tugging his shirt back up over his bare shoulders to keep him warm.

“I need to talk to you.”

Kurt’s eyes pop wide. “Now?” He looks poignantly at their joint state of undress and disarray, ending with his own throbbing erection sandwiched between them - brick red and leaking. “You need to talk to me now!?”

“Yes,” Blaine says guiltily. “Now.”

“Well … c-can’t we talk and fuck at the same time?”

“No, darling.” Blaine wraps his leather jacket around Kurt’s shoulders and holds him, trying his best to keep his boyfriend warm while his own warmth seeps away. “I need your attention.”

“But you have my attention!” Kurt whines. “Believe me!” He lifts up a few inches then sits down, sliding quickly over Blaine’s cock. “You have my attention!”

“Kurt? Please?” Blaine bats long lashes at Kurt, pleading with those ridiculous, puppy-dog eyes of his, and Kurt surrenders, dropping against the seatback behind him.

“Fine! What do you want that couldn’t wait just another thirty seconds, you complete asshole!?”

“How long have we been doing this?” Blaine asks.

“I don’t know.” Kurt sighs defeatedly. “About twenty-three minutes? Not exactly a personal best, but …”

“No. I mean … how long have we been going out?”

“Oh! That.” Kurt looks at Blaine with confusion. “About twelve years? Give or take a day.”

“And aren’t you tired of it?”

“No.” Kurt’s confusion starts to bleed into panic. “Why … why would you be asking me this now? Why would this be the time to bring it up?”

“Because …” Blaine’s gaze drops, needing to break from Kurt’s accusatory stare if he’s going to get the rest of this out “… this is a special place for me. For us. And twelve years? That’s … that’s a long time.” Blaine runs his hands up and down Kurt’s arms from over the leather jacket. “Every time I’ve come up here, it’s because I wanted to change something in my life. And tonight is no different. When we leave this hillside …” He swallows hard and raises his eyes, risks meeting Kurt’s “… I don’t want to do it as boyfriends.”

“Wh---what?” Kurt stumbles over the word, can barely repeat it while his heart slams to a stop inside his chest, the world slamming to a stop around him. “What the …? Blaine!” Hot tears rush down Kurt’s cheeks as if they’d been waiting there this whole time, maybe even for the last twelve years. Waiting for Blaine to realize this isn’t what he wants. Or, at least, admit to it. Otherwise, why would he have waited this long? No man waits twelve years to cement a relationship with someone they claim to love, especially when Blaine always said he'd ask Kurt to marry him after college. But then college graduation came and went, and ...

Kurt fooled himself into thinking that was because their relationship was already cemented. They’d been living as a married couple for so long. Did he really need a ring on his finger? No, he’d decided. As long as he had Blaine, a ring and a ceremony didn’t matter. But now … is all that really over? “How could you!? If you’re saying what I think you’re saying, you can get out right now and walk---!” Kurt raises a hand to shove Blaine back, but before it comes in contact with Blaine’s skin, he feels something else hit his palm instead - something small and hard that his fingers wrap reflexively around. Kurt looks at it, peering at it in the dark, raising it to the moonlight to get a better look. “Wha---what is this?”

“Open it and find out,” Blaine instructs, a sheepish grin on his face.

Kurt takes the object in both hands and pries it open. 

It’s hinged.

It’s a box.

It’s a telltale box, but at this point, he doesn’t want to get his hopes up.

But the box clicks open, and a smooth, platinum band catches the light.

“I don’t want you to be my boyfriend,” Blaine says while Kurt examines the contents of the box in shock. “I want you to be my fiance.”

“A-are you serious?”

“Absolutely serious.”

“How long have you had this?”

“Honestly?”

Kurt huffs. “No. Lie to me. Of course, honestly!”

Blaine smiles. “Since high school graduation.”

“Are you kidding me!?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“But why … why did you wait this long to give it to me?” Kurt asks, hugging the box, and its shiny captive, over his heart.

“A hundred reasons,” Blaine admits with a sigh. “A hundred stupid reasons.”

“Well … give me one,” Kurt says. 

Blaine nods, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s middle and nudging him closer, hoping he’ll come, which he does, leaning forward and resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder. 

“I knew that I wanted to be with you forever,” Blaine says. “I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted you to be my last relationship. But I was your first. And if you wanted to explore other options, you had every right. But by the time I met you, I’d already lost so many important people. People who should have been in my life forever. I couldn’t bear to lose you, too. And I thought …” His voice thins a little, shakes. He clears his throat “… well, I thought that a surefire way of making you leave would be to hold you down. If I asked you to marry me, you might come to realize how little you’ve gotten to experience out of life … relationship-wise. And if you wanted to put us on hold so that you could go do that, I would have. I would have waited. But what if you didn’t want to come back? Or what if … what if you found someone better?”

“Better than you?” Kurt asks with a soft gasp.

Blaine laughs nervously, wipes away a tear. “Yeah. Believe it or not, there might be someone out there …”  

“Oh, sweetheart …” Kurt lays a kiss on Blaine’s collarbone. Then another.

“I couldn’t bear it," Blaine continues. "I really, really couldn’t. I needed you. So much. So I needed you to be sure.”

Kurt lifts his head to look into Blaine’s eyes. They’re watery, shimmer in the dark. Kurt smiles. “And twelve years was your milestone? That was long enough to wait?”

Blaine laughs again. “Yes? I hope?”

“Oh, Blaine. You do realize that, in some states, twelve years means we’re married already.”

“Do you love me?” 

“Yes, I love you.”

Blaine takes the box from Kurt’s hand. Kurt is reluctant to let it go until he remembers Blaine can’t put that ring on his finger until he has it back. 

“Will you marry me?” Blaine asks, slipping the platinum band onto Kurt’s left ring finger.

Kurt closes his hand into a possessive fist the second that ring hits his last knuckle. “Of course, I’ll marry you, you absolute tool.”

“Do I still have to walk?”

“I should make you ...”

“Because you thought I was breaking up with you?”

Kurt frowns, eyes darting down to peek at his rapidly softening cock. “Yeah. For that, too.”

“Well then …” Blaine shifts his weight beneath Kurt, bucking up to show that he’s still hard, still ready to keep going “… where were we?”

“Ha-ha-ha! No.” Kurt launches off Blaine’s lap in the cramped space and starts to dress. “We can fuck anytime. My ass is frozen solid and I have a wedding to plan! Buckle up.”

[gorgxoxus]

Scorching Summer Heat (at Christmastime): 

Klaine Advent Day 8: History.

Also on AO3. 

Authors Note: There is a small discussion of violence in this chapter. Nothing happens in the fic and there is no details, but it is mentioned in the opening scene. If you don't want to read the scene I'll put a summary at the end (it is important to read either the scene or the summary). I’ve also cut it off at the keep reading part on here. 

Blaine, Quinn and Tina are sitting at the rickety dining room table. Quinn and Tina have called a house meeting and Blaine is still in the dark about what it’s about. Quinn starts off with, “Have you seen the news that they opened the borders between Western Australia and New South Wales and Victoria today?” Blaine did know that, “Tina and I haven’t put any plans in place yet but we are planning on heading over to Victoria and exploring Australia again now that the country has opened up,” Tina is nodding, “We wanted to talk to you about it because we have a few dates in mind for when we can leave,” Blaine puts his elbows on the table which makes it wobble violently, “Why would you assume I’d come.” He quickly realises that’s not exactly what he wanted to say. “I just mean, I have Kurt and I have grown to love this little city over the last few months.” He doesn’t have Kurt yet, but he wants to. He doesn’t want to leave yet, especially not now when things are looking good for the first time in a long time.

Tina looks at Quinn and then says, “We haven’t bought this up yet, but we don’t love it here.” Quinn adds, “We are finding it hard to feel safe being physically out here,” “Quinn and I want the anonymity that comes from a big city like Sydney or Melbourne.” Blaine is shocked, he didn’t know what they have been dealing with. He is aware of some fighting that has occurred on the beachfront at night since the bars and clubs have opened with the ease of Covid restrictions. “I’m sorry you both have been dealing with this silently,” Blaine says quietly, he feels he has to say something. Quinn replies, “Honestly it’s been one or two incidents,” she looks at Tina and grabs her hand, “it’s just hard to take a risk every time we go out without you.” Blaine’s just trying to soak it in, because this changes things. The conversation continues and when it ends Blaine knows Quinn and Tina are certain about leaving Perth and heading across the country for a new adventure. Blaine needs to choose between leaving the beach and Kurt or leaving his friends who he has a long history with.

12pm: Kurt: I heard you are walking distance from the beach? Blaine: i am Kurt: Could I park my car in your driveway and we can walk down to the markets together? Blaine: of course you can. Blaine: there’s visitor spots at this apartment complex Kurt: What’s your address? Blaine: (address) Kurt: I’ll see you at 6pm! Blaine: looking forward to it

He’s been frantically running around the apartment for the last few hours. He can’t do much about the barren state of it, or that all the furniture is second-hand. He does sweep, wipe down the kitchen and wash the dishes before getting ready. He knows he doesn’t have anything date worthy in his wardrobe, mostly just old shirts, khaki’s and board shorts so he decides on his full-length khaki’s and the only polo he bought with him.

The doorbell goes off so Blaine attempts to walk at a normal speed to the front door. He takes a deep breath and opens it to Kurt and all the breath that he put into his lungs leaves when he sees him. Kurt’s wearing black skin-tight jeans, a white top and lightweight grey and blue striped jacket and Blaine feels even more underdressed. “Hi, come in you look great I’m excited about tonight I love the markets but it’ll be better with you,” Blaine says all in one breath. “Hi, hi, are you good?” “oh, sorry I’m babbling, do you want a quick tour,” “of course.” Blaine shows him the kitchen, dining and living area and the bedrooms and mentions, “I live with two friends, Quinn and Tina, but they’ve already left for the markets,” deep breath, “Hopefully you can meet them there.”

Blaine and Kurt talk about their favourite shows, that then goes into a discussion about favourite childhood shows. They don’t understand each other’s favourite childhood shows so they have fun explaining them to each other. Blaine is letting the conversation focus on the mundane things when he’s still trying to decide between staying in Western Australia or going across the country. Unfortunately for him, neither decision results in getting everything he wants this Christmas season.

When he’s down at the markets he has plenty to distract him, between food, conversations with Kurt, holding his hand ‘so they don’t get lost in the crowds’. They run into Finn and Rachel and then Quinn and Tina join them so they all get introduced to each other. Once all of Kurt’s and his friends are around their one on one date gets derailed. Once Burt and his wife Carole find them as well it truly becomes a lost cause.

When it’s 8pm Blaine looks at Kurt and asks, “do you want to go down to the beach for a few minutes?” “Yes.” They walk along the sand holding hands and enjoying the quiet sounds of the ocean. “I’m sorry our date got bombarded,” Blaine chuckles and replies, “It wasn’t so bad, it was nice to meet your step-mom,” “You’re right, Quinn and Tina seem like such great friends to have with you this year.” Blaine knows it’s probably the right time to bring up Quinn and Tina planning on leaving soon, but he doesn’t want to talk about it yet. Instead he kisses Kurt, letting his tongue run along his bottom lip until Kurt opens his mouth.

He thinks making out with a hot guy is a good way to avoid his problems.

First scene summary: Quinn and Tina are planning on leaving Western Australia for the state of Victoria soon, as (in real life too) the borders opened between WA Victoria and New South Wales (another state). Their reasoning is that they feel unsafe in this beachfront/city.

[musiclovingbitch]

Emergency

Summary: Rachel goes into labour while Kurt and Jesse are at rehearsal.

Written for the 2019 Klaine Advent prompt: emergency, and the fifth @gleepotluckbigbang prompt: gift-giving!

~1.1k words

on AO3

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” Blaine muttered increasingly louder.

The phone went to voicemail for the fourteenth time. He groaned loudly in frustration.

“Try Kurt again.” Rachel said from where she sat next to him. 

He did. As with the last ten times, it also went to voicemail. Blaine resisted the urge to throw his cell phone across the room, but only just barely.

“I am going to kill our husbands!” he said to her.

He checked his phone again. Neither Kurt nor Jesse had read any of the increasingly frantic messages he’d sent them on literally any and every app he could possibly think of.

“Okay, Blaine, I do not need this right now. I’m supposed to be the only one freaking out here.” Rachel said, then hissed, clutching her belly.

Blaine immediately crouched down beside her, his hands hovering just above her belly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m just really stressed right now.”

Rachel exhaled shakily. “I can relate.”

“What do you need, is there anything I can do, something I can get?” he asked, feeling more helpless than he had in awhile.

“You can get our husbands here so that I can murder them for turning both their phones off the month I’m supposed to go into labour!” Rachel gasped out, breathing heavily.

Right then, a nurse came in the room to check how dilated Rachel was, and Blaine stepped out. He paced up and down the hallway, clenching and unclenching his hands. He felt his breathing speed up.

This is not the time, he thought. Deep breath. In through the nose, hold it in. Out through the mouth. Again.

He checked the time. Twelve-thirty. Rehearsal must be ending right now, although they always keep them longer.

Suddenly, a thought entered his mind. The front desk should be opening soon. He googles the number and presses the call button.

The phone rings. He hopes against hope and dares not take a breath.

Someone picks up.

“Rogers Theater, how--”

He cuts the woman off. “Hi, hello, my name is Blaine Anderson-Hummel, and I need you to inform two of your performers that are in rehearsal right now, Kurt Anderson-Hummel and Jesse St. James, that there’s an emergency and they need to check their phones.” he said, all in one breath.

“Uh, ok-okay. I will get right on that.” the woman said, clearly caught off guard.

“Thank you.” he said, and hang up the phone without a second thought.

The nurse came out of the room and he smiled at her gratefully, then walked back in.

“Any luck?” Rachel said, face screwed up in pain.

“Kinda? I called the theater and told them to tell--”

His phone rang. It was Kurt. He briefly considered declining the call, just so that he can torture them the same way they turtured him and Rachel, but immediately dismissed it and picked up.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” Kurt’s voice came in barely a second later.

“How’s Rachel?” Jesse’s voice followed suit.

“Well, she’s in labour.”

“Put us on speakerphone.” Jesse said.

“Put them on speakerphone so I can hear.” Rachel said at the same time.

Blaine did.

“Okay, you’re on speakerphone.” he said.

“I’m so sorry, baby, we’re on our way, we’ll be there soon, how are you feeling?” Jesse’s voice sounded, more soft than Blaine had ever heard it before.

He could see Rachel’s face soften, but then her expression morphed back into the one it was before.

“I am feeling a lot of pain. And when you get here, I will kill you with my own bare hands, labour or no labour!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, the director threatened to fire us if we didn’t turn our phones off, even after we explained the situation.” Jesse sounded angrier than Rachel.

“Just get here soon.” Rachel said, expression changing from angry to pain-ridden. 

“We will, we will, we’re ten minutes out.” Kurt chimed in.

After the longest ten minutes of his entire goddamn life, a harried looking Kurt and Jesse came barreling through the door, Kurt falling into his arms, and Jesse immediately running to sit at the end of the bed, taking her hand in between both of his.

“Oh my god, we’re gonna be parents.” Kurt whispered breathlessly to his ear.

“I should kill you for turning off your phone less than four weeks to the due date.” Blaine responded, equally breathless. 

Both of them stood a little off to the side, Kurt hugging Blaine from behind, watching Jesse whisper talk to Rachel in a low voice, occasionally bringing his hand up and caressing her hair.

“If it makes you feel better, we may not have jobs to return to after this.”

“What?” Blaine turned to look at him properly.

“After the attendant told us to check our phones and we saw that Rachel was in labour, Jesse cursed the director out so loudly I’m surprised we weren’t fired on the spot. We ran out of there pretty quickly, so she may just not have had the time to do it.” Kurt said and shrugged.

The nurse came in to check how dilated Rachel was again, and Kurt and Blaine waited outside. They were surprised to see that the nurse walked out with Rachel in tow, on her bed. They rushed beside the gurney.

“She’s at ten centimeters, it’s time.” the nurse said, smiling.

“Wish me luck, guys.” Rachel said, visibly overwhelmed.

“If anything happens to you, I will kill you, do you hear me?” Kurt said to her.

Rachel just nodded, her eyes bright. Kurt leaned over the railing and hugged her. Blaine grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth and kissed it firmly before letting go.

“Good luck,” he said.

They watched, holding hands, as Rachel was led away.

*

A couple of hours later, they walked hand in hand into another brightly lit room.

“Hey,” Blaine said, “How are you, Superwoman?” 

Rachel smiled tiredly up at him. She was covered in sweat, and could barely lift her head from the pillow. But she still smirked up at him and said “And I thought doing eight shows a week was hard.”

They all laughed. Jesse kissed her forehead. Blaine and Kurt turned their attention to the small human they had yet to acknowledge.

They approached the baby cautiously and quietly, seeing that it was sleeping.

“Oh my god, Rachel, this entire thing came out of you.” Kurt said, a look of genuine shock across his face.

Rachel snorted. “I’m well aware.”

“He’s perfect.” Kurt continued, awed. He extended a finger out and gently caressed the baby’s head.

“He is, oh my god, Rachel, he’s perfect.” Blaine echoed.

“Considering it’s December, does this mean that I don’t have to get you a Christmas present?” Rachel asked.

“Oh, Rachel, this is the best gift ever, you never have to get us anything ever again.” Kurt said, tears filling his eyes.

They went over to the bed. Rachel smiled at them, hand still sandwiched in between both of Jesse’s.

“I love you guys.” she said.

“We love you too.”

[klaineadvent]

[forabeatofadrum]

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.

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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

AO3 | S&C | Tumblr:

Achievement

Beer

Creed

Date

Emergency

Fist

Ground

Hiccup

Interrupt

Joy

Kinship

Lecture

Maximum

Nest

Overwhelm

Part

Quarrel

Reasonable

Speed

Treat

User

Verdict

Worry

Yearn

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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.

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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

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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.

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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

AO3 | S&C | Tumblr:

Blaine

Kurt

Adam and Blaine

Kurt

Adam and Blaine

Kurt

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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

[notarelationship]

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

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, Nest, Overwhelm, Part, Quarrel, Reasonable, Speed, Treat, User, Verdict, Worry

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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

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Chapters: 19/24 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!

[hazelandglasz]

Klaine Advent 2019 : Day 13

Maximum

“Everybody on board?”

Kurt and Finn lean their heads into the cockpit. Behind them, gunshots are still heard. “Every member of the crew accounted for, Cap!”

“And the bounty?”

“We’ll count our credits when we’re out of their fire range, if you don’t mind!”

Blaine grumbles something not exactly flattering toward his co-captain but still pushes the thrusters to their maximum speed. One hand pushes the levers and the appropriate buttons to give himself enough leverage to pull away from their latest heist and jump into the nearest transhole. The other caresses the console.

“Come on, baby, you can do it, I know it’s a lot to ask,” he murmurs, “but we can do it. We’ve done worse, you and me. I promise, I’ll take good care of you once we’re safe …”

Blaine continues his litany of promises until they pass the junction of teletransportations.

While he does, he completely misses the way Kurt looks at him while he speaks to their ship.

It takes everything of Kurt’s self-control not to throw a fit of jealousy against a machine, but it is a close thing.

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Scenes from December (16/24)

Klaine Advent Day Sixteen : Maintain

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December, 2045

The house was quiet. The sound of a gentle wind swooshed against the window, signaling the chill that was growing outside.  Inside, just the soft slap of skin against skin, and the warmth of one body against the other.  Kurt was on all fours, raising his ass so that Blaine could have easier access.  Blaine was on his knees, buried deep in Kurt, letting himself go.  Kurt closed his eyes and just let his body be used.  

This wasn’t his favorite position, but it had been a while since they’d been able to bend themselves into face-to-face.  Besides, Kurt had come a little while earlier, comfortable on his back, legs spread wide as Blaine’s beautiful mouth worked him through an orgasm.  That had always had good give and take when it came to sex.  It was one of the perks of being with the same person for so long.  

Kurt knew he wouldn’t have to maintain the position for that long -- he knew intuitively how long it took Blaine to come. A gentle rhythm, followed by an erratic speeding up, then a few long thrusts laced with a few grunted curse words and Kurt felt the hotness of Blaine spill inside him.  Blaine always took a moment, as if savoring it, when he came inside Kurt, before pulling away.  

Kurt wanted to sit up; wanted to bend backwards so to kiss his husband -- he always wanted to keep that connection going just a little longer after sex.  But his stamina wasn’t what it used to be, and he uneasily flopped to the mattress.  Blaine tumbled beside him, sliding a leg around Kurt’s.  Kurt tried to turn to shuffle closer, not quite making it.  Blaine, a grin on his face, grabbed Kurt’s ass, giving it a playful squeeze before pulling them together.  

Kurt laced their hands together, brushing their noses together.  It was strange, Kurt couldn’t help but think as he took a moment to really look at his husband, how age has changed them.  There were wrinkles and gray hair and the fact that their bodies just didn’t move with the finesse or grace that they used to.  But Blaine’s eyes still sparkled with the same dark gold warmth as they always had.  Kurt moved in for that kiss, deliciously sliding his lips against Blaine’s.  The years may have passed, but the familiarity of Blaine’s kiss, of his touch, had stayed remarkably the same.  It still grounded him, still anchored his heart.  

“What are you thinking, Kurt Hummel?” Blaine asked, his eyes searching.  

“That I’m getting cold and sticky,” Kurt replied, getting an easy laugh from Blaine.  

But also that he was very deeply still in love with his husband.  A funny thing that he often forgets about since it’s such a constant.  But sometimes, in these two few moments, he remembers its depth.  He doesn’t say it - doesn’t need to.  Blaine can read it in him.  

“So, let’s get crazy - how about a make out in the shower?” Blaine suggested.  

Kurt raised his eyebrows amused.  “You really think, at our age, we’ve got a round two in us?” 

“Oh, I have it all planned out,” Blaine said, suggestively.  “Following said hot shower make out, we end up on the couch, where we proceed to have hot cocoa and fall asleep as we catch up on The Great Canadian Bake-Off.” 

“Oh, my god, everything about that sounds perfect.” 

“Right? Now we just have to make it off the bed.”

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine Advent 2019 - Fall Eight Times, Rise Nine (Rated G)

Summary: Anxiety crops up while Blaine and Kurt watch their daughter Tracy attempt to land an Axel. (690 words)

Written for the Klaine Advent 2019 prompt 'achievement'. Dedicated to @hkvoyage, who has been my friend the longest on this hell site, and who always says reading my advent stories are a tradition for her. I wanted you to know how much I appreciate that <3

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“Okay, Tracy! That was wonderful effort! Much improved!”

“Have I?” the breathless girl asks as she climbs to her feet, smiling through a wince as she bends the knee she hit hard when she caught the toe pick of her skate in the ice and fumbled her landing. “I’ve been practicing.”

“It shows!” Her coach - a middle-aged blonde woman with a thick European accent and bundled deep inside a sleek, black puffer coat - smiles. It’s genuine, and that makes Blaine smile. He’s seen Coach Tseva interact with some of her other students – skaters who don’t put in the time and effort that Tracy does. That warm smile of her and those rosy cheeks can go as hard and cold as the ice beneath Tracy’s blades in an instant when she’s not pleased.

If she starts yelling in Russian, it’s time to pack up your things and leave.

Kurt, however, doesn’t seem quite as comforted by Coach Tseva’s smile and accolades as Blaine does, gripping the edge of the metal bench beneath him and leaning forward as if he’s about to launch onto the ice to sweep his little girl away from the evil task master forcing her into the air again.

When he sees Coach Tseva start to strap a limping Tracy into a jump harness, he nearly does.

“Calm down, kitty,” Blaine purrs, slipping an arm through his husband’s and hugging to keep him in his seat. “She’ll be all right.”

“She’ll be all right,” Kurt grumbles, leaning back against his husband but only by a hair. “Did you see that fall? No? Well, I did! I felt it!” Kurt’s free hand finds his left knee, subconsciously massaging away a phantom pain caused by years of dance and exacerbated by hours spent sitting on bleachers in the freezing cold. “Whose bright idea was it to take off her knee pads anyway?”

“Hers,” Blaine says with pride that his daughter made that decision on her own without any pressure from peers who gave up their knee pads over a year ago. “And her coach’s. Tracy couldn’t do her sit spin with them on.”

“But she’s not practicing her sit spin! She’s working on an Axel! Can’t she take them off for the sit spin and put them back on for the Axel?”

“Kurt, that’s not the way it works and you know that. None of the other kids at her level have knee pads on.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because their parents are morons.”

“Tracy has worked hard for this. Training to land an Axel? That’s an achievement! Especially since she started skating so much later than everyone else.” Blaine’s hand covers Kurt’s where it rests on his knee and gives it a squeeze. “Have faith in our little girl, hmm?”

Kurt sighs. “I have all the faith in the world in her. It’s her coach I’m beginning to question.”

“Kurt!” Blaine barks with a laugh so loudly that Tracy, a full football field’s length away, giggles and Coach Tseva scowls. “She’s a World Champion!”

“Yeah?” Kurt watches, teeth clenched and lips pulled tight as Tracy glides forward at enormous speed, leaps into the air with Coach Tseva tugging her up like a puppet on a string … and lands on her butt, his hands balling into fists when the dull thud of her hitting the ice echoes through the air. “Well, she’s lifting my baby ten feet and dropping her on her rear.”

“Barely a foot,” Blaine corrects.

“I don’t care if she is a World Champion. She’d better watch her step. She may be better than me on skates, but I’m pretty savvy behind the wheel of an SUV.”

Blaine shakes his head. Kurt definitely has a flair for the dramatic. Always has where the people he loves are involved. Still, Blaine had better plan on driving them home after practice. “Do you want to squeeze my hand? Would it make you feel better?”

Kurt side-eyes his husband. Blaine bats his eyes. And despite himself, Kurt smiles, feels himself relax. “Thank you but no. You have a gig tonight. I doubt you can play with broken fingers.”