#marching band!blaine

[dogboyhudson]

DRUM MAJOR BLAINE!!

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

hi! can you recommend some well-written longer fics that pull at the heart strings a bit?

Here are some, which I hope you will like. ~Jen

Hell & High Water by mmerainbows

Kurt counted the days even though no one else did anymore, and for what, he didn’t know. His dad died eight years ago, and he had no other family to speak of. His days were monotonous and thankless as he hunted for the community he lived in. Long gone were the days when he could dabble in music and fashion because that world no longer existed, and without those things - who was Kurt Hummel really? Until the day an emergency transmission is received and what Kurt is forced to reconsider what is existing and what is truly living.

~~~~~ Piglet and Pooh by amberlovesocean

At the age of 8, Kurt is grieving for his late mother.Blaine’s brother doesn’t want to be stuck babysitting.Rachael’s fathers want her to make real friends.Neither Kurt, Rachel, or Blaine wants to spend their summer at a community theater for kids. Each in need of a friend, the children gravitate towards each other and find a friendship that will last the rest of their lives.

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Lovesong by andiheardeverything

A hate crime leaves Blaine damaged and Kurt refuses to let it bring them down.

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The Symphony verse by shandyall

Blaine has spent most of his life feeling like the only thing people notice about him is that he stutters. He’s working hard to overcome his (mostly self created) roadblocks when he meets Kurt in an online class the summer after his freshman year of college.

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Westerville Abbey by @hkvoyage and sequel Life in the Big Apple.

Blaine is the second son of the earl of Westerville, and is considered the spare heir. After his 18th birthday, he attends the London Season to fulfill his duty of finding a wife. He soon realizes he is more attracted to the new footman. Kurt, who has just arrived at Westerville Abbey to work alongside his father, becomes equally as smitten with the earl’s youngest son. Will Blaine and Kurt be able to overcome their class differences in 1910s England? Will their forbidden love survive WW1? A Downton Abbey inspired historical Klaine AU.

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Sonder by @gleefulpoppet

[AU] Kurt is one of the most respected and talked about men in the fashion industry and business world. His app Style•Revolution is the fastest-growing app in history, still rising after three years. Recently, he moved the company to Seattle to be at the heart of the newest technology epicenter in the United States. Yet, with all his success, experience keeps teaching him to be wary of people’s motives who want to be close to him, and he wonders if he’ll be alone forever. Or maybe this city has plans for him that he can’t imagine when his gaze locks with a mysterious, honey-hazel-eyed busker.

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About-face by quizasvivamos

At the start of the Marching Band season his sophomore year, Blaine is the youngest Drum Major in McKinley High history. However, none of his peers believe he deserves the title, especially a handful of embittered upperclassmen, including one particularly stubborn Color Guard Captain, who challenges him in more ways than one.

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Flowers in the window by @heartsmadeofbooks

This is the story of four men - Cooper and Blaine; Burt and Kurt. This is a story of heartbreak and loyalty, of pain and hope, of loneliness and family. This is the story of how, even when the sun stops shining, love finds a way to bloom.

[hevanderson]

cheerleader x football player x marching band member works so well for kublam and the best part is that kurt, blaine, and sam could easily be any of them

[bitbybitwrites]

au + trope + prompt game ♡ band!au + fake dating + “you had no idea, did you?” 👀

Welllll . . you know how the last time I did this I said story got away from me . . .

This time, the dang fic didn't even wait for me to tie my shoes - it took off and I wasn't able to catch up. So not even remotely close to a drabble, its hilarious.

So, @datshitrandom, here are 2,343 words for you. (HOLY CRAP)

1.) can I confess when I first saw "band!au" I was like - marching band? highschool like band class sort of thing?

And then I was like OOOOOOHHH, duh . . rock band.

I really should stop writing so late at night 😂

2.) Not sure if this is what you expected with fake dating, but here's hoping you like it 😊

3.) I'll put all these up on A03 eventually they all turned out cute - and I might expand on some of them if there's any interest .

****

“Thank you! And good night!”

The venue was filled with the screams and cheers of yet another satisfied audience. Dalton had nothing if not an extraordinarily rabid and enthusiastically effusive fan base. Kurt couldn’t argue. They helped with the paychecks that he had to pass out every week.

“We love you, Blaine! We love you, Seb!”

“We love you! We love you! We love you!”

“You’re my OTP!”

“You’re amazing!”

And so many other comments like them echoed off the walls of the venue amongst ear-splitting screams and applause.

Up on stage, the two frontmen for the band shook their heads, chuckling at all the commentary they were able to hear over the crowd. Blaine and Sebastian grinned, slung a free arm around each other’s waists, and held their instruments up proudly as they walked off stage together.

The crowd ate it up. More screams erupted. Kurt swore he nearly saw a couple of young women faint - or came pretty close to it.

Pretty much a typical show for Dalton.

Another night down. Another city to go.

*****

Kurt had lingered by the merchandise table, carefully watching to ensure everything was packed away so it could be carted off to the tour bus that waited in the back of the building.

“Oh god,” he heard as the remnants of the audience filtered out of the building behind him. Did you see it? When Blaine took off his jacket - and THOSE ARMS. WHAT THE FUCK! I thought I was going to faint.”

“Tell me about it,“ another voice responded. “And that smirk Seb threw him when he did it. Lord, those two will be the DEATH of me.”

“Can we talk about how sad I am that they don’t swing my way…but man, what a hot couple the two of them are?”

Kurt rolled his eyes and tried very hard not to comment out loud.

Oh, if they only knew.

*****

After triple and quadruple checking (thank goodness for these days and his OCD tendencies), everything was in its place in the truck, and the roadies were sent off to the next venue to get a head start preparing for the next day’s show. Kurt worked his way backstage and knocked on the greenroom door several times before walking straight in.

And he was immediately treated to a front-row viewing of Sebastian playing a very vigorous round of tonsil hockey with his boyfriend.

“For fucks sake, don’t you two have a hotel room for that?” Kurt snarked playfully as he used the clipboard he had in hand to smack Sebastian on the ass.

Seb flipped Kurt the middle finger from his position on the couch, straddling Adam Crawford, the band’s newest drummer. He continued making out with Adam for a few minutes before addressing the band’s tour manager.

“Jealous, Kurt?” Seb snarked back, his eyes twinkling. “I got me a tasty English crumpet. I know you’re an Anglophile and all, but hands off. This one’s mine. Not sharing.” Seb pouted, stuck out his tongue childishly, and then twined his arms around Adam’s neck, beaming down at him.

“Behave, love,” Adam chastised, nuzzling Sebastian’s neck as he pinched Seb’s side. Seb squawked and batted Adam’s hand away.

“Why don’t you make me,” Sebastian growled seductively before he bent forward to kiss Adam again.

“You bet I will …“

Kurt rolled his eyes, laughing. “Oh my god. Seriously. Hotel room. Fuck like rabbits, I don’t care. Go now. Before you defile this greenroom and we’re forced to pay the venue for stream cleaning all of the furniture AND the carpet in here.”

“Spoilsport,” Seb teased as he got up and pulled Adam up off the couch. Sebastian almost reached the door before hesitating and turning to Kurt with a concerned look. “H . .how’s it look out there?” he asked carefully.

Kurt gave Sebastian a reassuring smile. “You’re all clear - you and Blaine went out already to sign autographs - and last I checked, any fans had dispersed,” Kurt said straightforwardly. “Security hasn’t spotted any stragglers - no one out of the ordinary. They’ll escort you straight from the door of the venue to the vehicle. I didn’t see any paparazzi either. But just in case, try to keep your hands off each other until AFTER you’re in the car. It’s waiting for you outside.”

Seb nodded and squeezed his boyfriend’s hand tightly. Adam leaned over and kissed Sebastian lightly on his temple. “It’ll be OK,” Adam reassured his boyfriend before turning to Kurt. “Thank you for all of this.”

Kurt shook his head. “It’s really Blaine you’ve got to thank. He’s doing the bigger part. I’m … I’m just doing my job.”

Adam and Sebastian shared a strange look between them. They both knew it was more than that. “Kurt,“ Sebastian said quietly. “Talk to him. You really should. Tell him how you feel.”

Kurt clutched his clipboard to his chest like a shield, shaking his head again. He couldn’t. Kurt just couldn’t tell Blaine how he felt - how he'd had been head over heels for Blaine since all three of them were high school friends, and Blaine and Sebastian tossed around the pipe dream of starting a band and breaking into the music industry.

Kurt refused to put Blaine in that position. Especially now.

He probably didn’t reciprocate the feelings anyway.

“Go,” Kurt said as he pushed Adam and Sebastian towards the door, refusing to dwell on his unrequited love for Blaine Anderson any more than he had to. “Tour bus leaves at 9 am sharp tomorrow morning. Don’t make me have to drag you out of another hotel room naked. Again.” He gave Sebastian a warning look.

“I’ll keep him on task, boss,” Adam grinned as he assured Kurt. He tugged Sebastian out the door, patting Kurt on the back as he passed.

****

Ten minutes later, Blaine popped out of the bathroom, dressed casually and towel-drying his hair.  Peeking from under the towel, he looked around the green room, spying only Kurt on the couch, checking his phone. No Sebastian or Adam in sight.

“Oh shit, am I the last one?”

Kurt tossed him a smile as he pocketed his device. “Hey, don’t even worry about it. Seb left with Adam and headed to the hotel. Puck is driving them, and he’ll make sure they get back to their room safely.”

Blaine let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. The tension in his shoulders eased a bit after hearing that. “I’m sorry. I know it’s been a while, but …”

Kurt nodded. “Hey, I get it. Believe me, I’m the same way, kind of checking over all of our shoulders all the time. But we’ll get through this.”

Tossing the towel onto the nearby makeup table, Blaine sighed. “It’s still shit, though, the whole thing. I wish it never happened. Not to Seb, certainly not to Michael. They didn’t deserve that.” Blaine ran his fingers through his hair nervously, making a tousled mess of his damp curls.

Kurt crossed the room and pulled Blaine into a hug. “I know,” he whispered. Stepping back, Kurt began running his fingers through Blaine’s haphazard hair in an attempt to make him more presentable. “Now that’s better,” he said, trying to chase away the sad smile on Blaine’s face.

Blaine nodded, still lost in his thoughts.

“You know,” Kurt said quietly. “What you’re doing for him and Adam. That’s big, Blaine. It’s a big sacrifice on your part.”

Blaine shook his head as he took a deep breath. “But it’s not,“ he told Kurt. “I care about you and Seb too much. You both saved my ass when my Dad threw me out. You kept me sane, kept me clean. I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for the both of you.” Blaine whispered, his mind suddenly racing back to that terrifying day that changed everything for all three of them. “I … I don’t know what I’d do if … if that happened again. I’d do anything to protect you… both of you.”

Kurt was right there with him, reliving everything as well. That fateful day, an unhinged Dalton fan tore through security brandishing a gun, shouting threats specifically at Sebastian and his then-boyfriend, Michael. Michael tried to shove Seb aside, but it didn’t matter. In the chaos that ensued, the gun went off more than once, and any assembled fans waiting for pictures and autographs scattered. The shooter also was able to slip away in the insanity.

In seconds, both men were found on the ground bleeding.

Michael never made it to the hospital alive.  

Seb was numb and in denial for months, half afraid to step on a stage again.

Until Blaine came up with a plan.

Kurt felt Blaine’s hands tighten around his waist. His fingers gripped Blaine’s arms as they held on to each other as the support system they’d always been for one another. “Pretending to date Seb just to throw off any potential nut jobs is not a way to live, Blaine. It’s not fair to you.” Kurt insisted.  

Blaine said quietly. “If I hadn’t talked Seb into this whole band thing, it never would have happened. Michael would still be alive. Hell, they might have been married by now and adopted kids.  They could have grown old together - could have had it all. This is the least I could do for him.”

“You’re putting your life on hold, Blaine. For how long?”

“For as long as it takes. It’s not like . .” Blaine’s mouth drew into a tight line as he pulled away, walking towards the far end of the room.

“Not like what?” Kurt asked curiously.

“It’s not like I can have the guy I want to be with anyway.”

Kurt’s heart felt like a vice was squeezing it. Of course. Of course, Blaine would have someone he wanted. This was Blaine: beautiful, silly, kind-hearted, considerate Blaine. He had a whole world of people screaming for him every night. He could have the pick of any of them. It’s obvious that Blaine would have his eye on someone by now.

“Oh,” Kurt said, trying hard to keep his voice steady. “I … I didn’t know. I’m sorry it won’t work out.”

“Me too …“ muttered Blaine as he grabbed his jacket off the hook on the wall and went to leave, looking grim and resigned.

“No, wait,“ Kurt cried out as he rushed over, grabbing Blaine’s wrist and stopping him just before he went out the door. “Who is it? We … we can fix this somehow. We found a way for Sebastian and Adam to be together. We can figure something out for you, too.” 

As much as it pained him to say those words, Kurt couldn’t bear to see Blaine so miserable - not when there was someone out there he had his heart set on.

“No, you can’t. You can’t do a thing.”

“Yes, Blaine . . yes we can.”

“Just leave it alone, Kurt,” Blaine growled, yanking his wrist free from Kurt’s tight grip. Blaine scowled as he moved further away from Kurt, dragging his fingers through his hair again in frustration and pacing the room like a caged animal.  

“Stop being so goddamn stubborn. I’m telling you, we can figure something out.” Kurt insisted.

“Kurt…”

“Blaine…” 

“Let it go.” Blaine hissed.

“Blaine,” Kurt said, starting to get more and more exasperated as the conversation continued. “You deserve to be happy. Who is it? Just tell me.”

Blaine spun around, a distraught look in his eyes: “You!” he shouted. “You, Kurt, it’s always been you!”

“W . .what?” The clipboard Kurt held slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor.

“You,” Blaine said slowly. “Kurt, ever since I saw you walk down those stairs at Dalton, there’s been no one else but you.”

“All this time … ” Kurt mumbled quietly to himself.

“You probably don’t feel the same. And that’s fine,” ranted Blaine, though he sounded the farthest from being “fine” as a person could be.

Kurt shook his head. “You are completely clueless sometimes. Do you know that?” In a few short strides, Kurt crossed the room, grabbed Blaine’s face in his hands, and shut Blaine up with a kiss.

For a few short seconds, Blaine stood there, shocked. Kurt pulled away to ask what was wrong, only to be yanked closer as Blaine kissed him back hungrily. It was all tongues and teeth and bitten lips as they finally released years of emotions that they had been holding back from each other. 

“You had no idea, did you?” Kurt whispered after they resurfaced for air a few minutes later.

Blaine shook his head. He gazed back at Kurt, and that’s when Kurt saw it.

The moment the joy fizzled out of Blaine’s eyes and in its place, he could see concern and fear reflected back at him.

“Kurt, “Blaine whispered. “We shouldn’t. We. . .we can’t do this,” he choked out as he slowly began to pull away.

Kurt gripped Blaine’s arms tighter. “No. Please, don’t say that. I … I love you, Blaine.”

“It’s because I love you that … I can’t put you in this position, Kurt. I can’t let what happened to Michael even be a possibility for you. Don’t you get it? I … I can’t lose you.” 

Blaine screwed his eyes shut, seeing the blood pour through his fingers as he tried that day to help Michael. He still could hear Seb’s weak voice calling out to his boyfriend, the paleness of Sebastian’s face before his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed into Kurt’s arms. It was too much. “I can’t lose you. Not like that,” Blaine repeated painfully. “I wouldn’t be able to survive it.”

“You won’t.” Kurt pleaded. “You’re not going to lose me.”

“You can’t promise that. You can’t predict the future.”

“And you can’t live your life worrying about what might happen,” Kurt said firmly, wrapping Blaine back into a tight embrace. “I’m never saying goodbye to you. Do you understand me?”

“Kurt …”

“No.” Kurt pulled back and gently cupped Blaine’s face in his hands. “You listen to me. We will figure something out. Somehow. We’ll all stay safe. I promise.”

Blaine stared back into those blue eyes and nodded, his heart hoping with all his might that Kurt was right. 

If anyone else wants to play - AU+Trope+Prompt Game.

[ginger-grimm]

INTRODUCING: SABINE MITCHELL

Full Name: Sabine Ariel Mitchell

Birthdate: December 25th, 1993

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Species: Human

Family: Damon Mitchell (Father), Sherry Mitchell, née Saunders (Mother)

Love Interest: Sam Evans

Friends: Kurt Hummel, Mike Chang, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mercedes Jones, Blaine Anderson, Brittany S. Pierce, Marley Rose, Unique Adams, Roderick Meeks

Likes: Video games, card games, dogs, playing the trumpet, cheerleading, old cartoons, nostalgic movies, lilacs, nature, baking

Dislikes: Liars, cheats, neon colored anything, anything too sweet, alcohol, Sue Sylvester

Phobias: Horses

Style: Lotta coveralls, jeans, sweaters, sneakers and converse, anything comfortable, always trying out something different with her hair, wears a heart necklace she inherited from her grams, loves dark nail polish but will also try lighter colors

Speech: Midwestern accent, bit of a raspy voice, master at never raising her voice even when she’s big mad, cusses like a sailor though

Physical Quirks/Scars: She fell during a cheer stunt and now her nose is permanently slightly crooked, she also has a burn on her arm from her first solo baking endeavor

Personality: Tough, gracious, loyal, hardworking, skeptical, quiet

Background: Born and raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Sabine spent the majority of her life in the big city and she loved every minute of it. By the age of fourteen she’d gotten to know every nook and crannie of her neck of the town, spending most days playing on her Nintendo or watching old movies when she wasn’t baking with her father. In her last year of middle school she became interested in cheerleading, putting her trumpet aside for the time being. Life was on track to being just right for her rest of her school career. It was just Sabbies luck that her parents decided to move a state over into the town of Lima, Ohio so that her father may start his own bakery and Sabine can grow up in a safer envoirement. Suddenly thrust into a new town with no friends to speak of, Sab takes to the woods on the outskirts of town at first. Often spending hours under the shade of trees, playing video games or learning new songs on the trumpet. That is until Santana Lopez takes her under her wing. The Queen Bee back then, Santana took Sabine to every party her good looks could get her into, made sure she always wore the best-looking designer clothes (even when they were knock-offs), and secured a her a spot in the Cheerios. Freshman year of high school had Sabine believing she could go the next three years without being ridiculed. And then Santana messed it up by publicly calling her a stalker, a pervert. Suddenly, Sabine was back in the outskirts. Threatening to sue Sue Sylvester if won’t let her leave the Cheerios, she takes up playing trumpet in the school’s marching band and waits for the scandal to blow over - she never did find out why Santana snapped. When the New Directions are formed and the band is forced to join them in their endeavors, Sabine doesn’t mind at first. That is until Santana joins the club, alongside her new HBIC. Once again, Sabine’s sanctuary is destroyed and she isn’t sure how she’ll handle the rest of high school.

Faceclaim: Kiana Madeira

TAGGING: @waterloou @firsthorror @eddysocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @richitozier @noratilney @oneirataxia-girl @wordspin-shares @nejires-hado @endless-oc-creations​ @lucys-chen

[mymanyfandomramblings]

Gleecap 5x01--Love, Love, Love

Here we go! I'm starting season five, widely regarded to be the worst season of glee, and I'm interested to see if it lives up to the anti-legacy.

Glee is a brilliant show for coats. I love Rachel's coat.

Also, she does a beautiful job of Yesterday

The title card really does just come and go as it pleases

I love just how excited the boys are by the Beatles

"and you wonder why everybody hates you" THANK you Tina

Artie and Kitty--they're kind of cute, but I kind of still hate Kitty

It's also nice to see Artie included in the carnival fun

I love Kurt one-upping Blaine's Big Romatic Gestures

"Our hands are tied, Mr Figgins" I'M SCREAMING

Sam, I adore you

Of course Blaine wants the proposal to be a cultural statement, that's just what he's like

Artie...I'm with Tina here

Rachel has no idea how jobs work lol

Maybe you should stop talking Roz

Still not sure how to feel about Kitty and Artie, but she does give a sweet spiel

Blaine's outfit joins the ranks of his usual ridiculous outfits

Ah, a Tina-vention

Blaine, spreading misinformation

poor, useless Figgins

side note: that specific shade of red really makes Jane Lynch look lovely

Marley's Beatlemania is delightfully OTT and I love that for her

W h a t I s k u r t w e a r i n g

Kurt's look of utter terror when the marching band starts is everything

That was the most over-the-top proposal, with the worst suits, known to man, but it was very Blaine

[swiftadrift]

Ooh okay!

January - Sugarcoat by Sushi Soucy (First song in Arctic's playlist... umm it'll probably be fine)

February - Silver Platters by Les Gold (ARCTIC??? AGAIN??? This is his year... I hope this is just talking about Arctic)

March - Snow by Ricky Montgomery (I was listening to his playlist a lot I should've expected this...)

April - Bark Skinpson by Bear Ghost (End of Arctic arc! I hope I am the one overthrowing and not the overthrown)

May - Lighting Myself on Fire by Jukebox the Ghost (IT'S HERONFLAME HOURS!! (? Month?))

June - When I'm Dead by Bear Ghost (Uhhhhh)

July - After Me, The Flood by Bear Ghost (Guys Arctic is back... also I hope this ends well for me)

August - Do Your Worst by The Happy Fits (ARCTIC.... are the theatre kids going to smite 69% of my band)

September - Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic (IT IS JAY ROI HOURS! Or I let my ego get the better of me)

October - Rivers is a Vampire by Bear Ghost (Any other month I'd be concerned but I'm guessing it's a Halloween thing)

November - It'll All be Worth It from Rockabye (Am I villain monologuing or is the world gone)

December - Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue by Bear Ghost (Oh dear)

So umm in summary I think I'm going to fixate on Arctic and then die from the economy?

Ummm who hasn't been tagged already... @walnut-kitto @whatsnotbutters sorry for the tags I don't know many people...

i wanna start a tag game so: let your spotify predict your 2024!

shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

january- guns and ships- hamilton (idek what this could represent but okay)

february- we fell in love in october- girl in red (PLEASE)

march- say no to this- hamilton (…i have nothing to say about this)

april- castles crumbling- taylor swift ft hayley williams (damnit sad month then?)

may- you’re losing me- taylor swift (FUCK TWO SAD MONTHS?? breakup songs are even worse now that im actually in a relationship. please. better not be accurate)

june- astronomy- conan gray (please stop why am i having so many sad songs)

july- stoned- ed sheeran (oh fuck this)

august- new year’s day- taylor swift (hm okay. idk what to say about this)

september- heather- conan gray (i consider heather to be a happy song AND it’s mine and my partners song so i’m taking this as a good one)

october- 18- one direction (yessss we’re going okay now)

november- king of my heart- taylor swift (YESSS)

december- all too well (ten minute version)- taylor swift (i take it back ugh)

no pressure tags!!- @autumnleavesforwinter @weeping-in-the-willows @swiftieannah @felizusnavidad @jittyjames @anixknowsnothin (please help me get this off the ground, but also if this flops you saw nothing)

[dragonfruitflamb3]

ok SO HIGH SCHOOL MARCHING BAND STORY!!!!!

I don't care if nobody wants to read it I'm doing this anyway

My Freshmen year of highschool marching band all the different sections had mascots. The trumpet (which is what I play) mascot was a wingless Toothless build-a-bear plush named... Ja.jur.jaq...

JAQUAVIONTAVIS!!

Anyway this plush is sacred to the trumpets and something funny happened this week so imma tell it...

This all starts with one of the upperclassmen leaving Jaquaviontavis at school one day, let's say his name is... Blaine... And when Blaine went to grab the J-man the next day, he was gone!

So immediately Blaine started putting up missing posters with this other dude named "Jake"

(said poster)

So the next day, after the posters had been placed, going onto the field to practice (on a Saturday) me, one freshmen and another student were the first one to the part of the field the trumpets had claimed... We found a

Bloody

Paper

Bag

The freshman, let's say her name is Avery, she picked up the bag, looked inside, and screamed bloody-murder, because that's what it was. You can probably see where this is going, but I need to stop for now.

[gorgxoxus]

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#5

Mid year book freak out tag:

Best book you’ve read so far in 2022?

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid. I made both my mother and sister read this book, that’s how much I loved it. I love a morally grey bisexual disaster and I adore TJR’s writing! It was one of the first dual POV books I’ve read where the voices were very distinct, which is telling of great writing.

Best sequel you’ve read so far in 2022:

Heartstopper Volume 2 by Alice Oseman. The Paris Trip is still my favourite part of Heartstopper and I’m looking forward to the day that mess of a trip will be displayed on screen!

New release you haven’t read yet, but want to:

Time is a Mother by Ocean Vuong. It’s a poetry collection and it’s gay and I want to get my hands on a copy soon. It’s also my only 2022 release on my tbr 😭.

Most anticipated release for the second half of the year:

Carrie Soto is Back by Taylor Jenkins Reid. I’m 🤏🏻 close to preordering a copy. Also the reviews that have been coming through of people who’ve already read the book are giving high praise so that’s getting me more excited.

Biggest disappointment:

I Was Born for This by Alice Oseman. But also I knew the premise (boy bands and fans) wasn’t something I really enjoy so it wasn’t a surprise I didn’t love this book. Also I read this right after A Little Life so Alice Oseman had no chance sorry.

Biggest surprise:

The Gentlemen’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee. I put off reading this book for years after buying it on a whim in Canada and it was genuinely great! Also I started it in 2021 and couldn’t get into it but once I pushed past chapter 2 and the adventure begun it was very interesting. It also went in a different direction to what I expected which was a nice surprise. Also I hadn’t heard a lot about the book, but in the end I gave it 4.5 stars.

Favourite new author (debut or new to you):

Brit Bennet - I LOVED The Vanishing Half and I want to read more of her books! So far this year I’ve mostly read from authors I’ve read before this year.

Newest fictional crush:

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#4

I’m experiencing so much joy rereading this fic and I’ve forgotten that reading can make me so happy.

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#3

I will be in the US so soon!!!!!!!!

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I have officially finished Uni 😅🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

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I posted 1,228 times in 2022

That's 365 more posts than 2021!

144 posts created (12%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Glee, is about opening yourself up to joy. Gleeful Paintbox Project #1

82 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

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Glitter Rock Vampires. Their first hit single, "Gonna Bite Ya," landed on the Billboard Hot 100 Singles. AKA The mash-up where we were not robbed of the [platonic soulmate] friendship between Kurt and Elliot and the band they could have formed with Blaine. Gleeful Paintbox Project #2

107 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

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I'm never saying goodbye to you. Eleven years of #Klaine 03/15/2022

132 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

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"What do you see when you look into his eyes?" [For the Glee Anniversary Appreciation Week Day 5: Color]

156 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Happy "Twosday"

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[angelhummel]

ok this is something that's been on my mind for awhile but i really love that klaine has so many grand romantic gestures and that's kind of their thing

like i'm a queer teenager living in a really progressive city (i'd like to say) and i recognize that i'm in a more fortunate situation than many others, but even then there's people at my school that make casual homophobic remarks, my parents and many other families in the area are really conservative/traditional, bullying is always a thing, etc. basically even in the most progressive areas you can think of, things aren't all sunshine and rainbows

so to see kurt/blaine do these grand spectacles for each other and essentially say "i'm a man in love with another man, and i'm gonna shout it out for the whole world to hear because i don't care what you think, that's the love of my life" in ohio of all places on a show that originally aired over a decade ago, it means a lot even in 2021 when representation has gotten better and things have improved overall, like glee is very much a product of its time but i think klaine still offers better representation than many other series that aired after it

i'm not trying to claim they're the peak of queer representation, but i'm just frustrated that people disregard glee because we have "better" representation now when a) glee helped build up to the point we are now b) there's a wide range in quality when it comes to queer rep today (especially when you factor in what country that rep comes from) and c) i personally still see value in it despite its flaws

this became a lot longer than it was supposed to be lol but i love your blog and i hope you have a good day!!

Hey I'm always up to reading and responding to long ass asks but especially a positive one! That's what I need lately

And honestly?? I know I'm biased but I think Klaine is pretty perfect. I mean like obviously I wish we got some diversity amongst the gay characters bc there were so many white boys. And yeah it's really cool that we had like a dozen gay guys on the show but it didn't have to be like looking at a snow drift lol

But as far as story goes? And a story on a high school drama show at that?? I couldn't ask for anything more. Maybe a little less nonsense towards the end but besides that I really love Klaine's story. And nothing I've seen since has touched me like Klaine did, and still does. Like yeah we complain about the little things here and there but over all... They were really something special. And honestly written with the most thought and care of any character on the show, for the most part

But yes!! The first thing you said. The big grand romantic gestures. I wrote a whole essay about it bc I love it so much lol. Especially the marching band serenade and the proposal! It's just so amazing to see two characters go from being so scared of what people thought, and scared to be themselves and love who they love, to unapologetically professing their love with these grand gestures and kiss one another and even propose in front of like a hundred people... It's so awesome and it makes me so happy

[spaceorphan18]

The Smut Challenge (11)

June 26th (Day 11) 

The afternoon sun is high and bright in the sky as the parade joyfully makes its way down the street.  There are floats and streamers, dancers and singers, and even a marching band.  And rainbow flags.  So many rainbow flags.  Kurt waves his little rainbow flag in time with the music, smiling as he watches a group of teens with a banner from a local community center walk by.  

Kurt and Blaine make it a point to attend New York’s Pride Parade every year, even if it’s for a short while.  There’s something about being a part of the community that brings them so much joy -- especially after coming from Ohio.  They’re okay here.  They’re okay.  

It’s hot out today, but that doesn’t stop them from lacing their hands together, wanting to be in contact as much as possible.  Kurt is wearing a mesh tank top with his tiny jean shorts, which he usually only reserves for occasions such as this because they, as Blaine likes to compliment, have the ability to show off both his ass and his dick at the same time.  Blaine had decided the heat had been too much, and left the house without a shirt on at all, though remained wearing his skinny jeans.  It’s a much bolder look than either usually goes for - but they’re tame due to some of the more extravagant looks at the parade.  

Blaine’s standing behind Kurt, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist. Kurt leans back, relaxing into his arms.  They don’t really need to say much to each other today -- just enjoy the happy atmosphere, and the ability to just be themselves in public.  Kurt rests his head against Blaine’s shoulder, relaxing just a little bit more.  The crowd’s noise becomes more intense as another float shooting out rainbow balloons showers the onlookers, but Kurt just takes it all in as the activity swirls around them.  

Blaine begins to kiss at Kurt’s shoulder, long wet kisses that Kurt can feel all the way down in his toes.  He closes his eyes, and let’s the energy, the atmosphere, the touch of Blaine ignite him.  

“Hey,” Kurt says, finally turning his head to look back at Blaine.  

“Hey.”  Blaine moves forward to give Kurt a kiss on his nose.  

Kurt gives a dizzy smile before leaning back to really kiss Blaine.    It starts off as sweet, and somewhat chaste, but Kurt puts his hand back to cup Blaine’s head, drawing him in for a more passionate kiss.  Blaine’s quick in response, deepening the kiss, opening his mouth to let their tongues slide against each other.   There are plenty of people around them, but no one is really paying any attention.  And it’s somewhat of a rush to allow themselves such a private moment in such a public place.  

Blaine, daringly, drops a hand to Kurt’s cock, squeezing it.  Kurt moans into Blaine’s mouth, encouraging him to touch him more, however instead he pulls Kurt against him.  Kurt can feel Blaine’s hardness pressing into his ass as the rock together for a moment.  He feels so good.  Blaine next to him, kissing him, pushing into him ever so slightly feels so, so good.  It’s bold of them to be doing this in public, but the intimacy of it on display is what feels exciting.  It’s like he’s drunk on love and the whole world can see them.  And it’s okay.  

Eventually they break apart, and Kurt stares back at Blaine, heavy-lidded and giddy.  “Love you,” he says, in nearly a whisper.  

Blaine, again, kisses his shoulder.  “Wanna go home and do something really gay?” 

“Yeah,” Kurt replies, breathlessly.  

Blaine gives Kurt’s cock another, sneaky squeeze, before grabbing at his hand to lead him out of the crowd. 

[redheadgleek]

💬

How about a scene from With Song and Celebration that takes place after the season 6 break-up.

Not tonight. Tonight, however, he has to push himself through clusters of revelers in thin mesh tops and tight shorts, wearing gaudy necklaces and bracelets of rainbow plastic and —

Oh.

He had forgotten that it was Pride weekend.

He flashes back to memories of last year attending Pride with Blaine, just a few short weeks after he had graduated and moved into the loft. Those weeks had been packed with showing Blaine all over the city, introducing him to the neighborhood, pointing out Kurt’s favorite finds from the past year. Kurt hadn’t been in the city the previous year for Pride, so the event was something new for both of them. Kurt had faint memories of going to the Pride parade with his parents, before he had even known what Pride was or stood for — spending Pride with his fiancé was something even more special.

They had wandered around the street fair in the Village; Blaine had purchased loud, matching rainbow tie-dyed tanks that he insisted they wear. (“Really, Blaine?” “Judge me all you want, I know you have a soft spot for the kitschy too.”) They watched and waved as the floats and people marched by; Blaine was especially moved by Edie Windsor leading the parade as Grand Marshal and had pushed his way to the front to holler his “thank you Edie!” cheers with the others. And they kissed on the street corner where nobody had cared or sneered, his hands rubbing circles across Blaine’s back, surrounded and supported by their community. In the evening, they met up with Dani and her new partner to catch up over dinner, Elliott joining for drinks, gossiping about everything that had happened since they had separated as a band. They parted from their friends with promises to keep in touch, with Blaine’s hand in his, his ring pressed against Blaine’s warm palm. Intoxicated on the swirling emotions of Pride, their love-making that night carried extra weight of love and affirmation.

It had been so easy that day — everything was right and perfect then. They were engaged. He was going to marry Blaine, his sweet, love-of-his-life Blaine.

He was supposed to share a hundred Prides with Blaine.

The rainbow tank-tops had been carefully packed into the boxes of Blaine’s belongings which still sat by the sliding door, belongings that Blaine had never returned to retrieve, denying Kurt that one last chance to salvage the relationship that he ruined.

His eyes prickle with tears that he refuses to shed. What’s done is done and as much as his heart fights with him, it’s for the best. It is. It has to be.

He shakes his head firmly. He’s a couple of seasons behind on Breaking Bad. Binging on others making even worse decisions than he sounds like the perfect weekend to him, rather than fighting crowds at an event taken over by corporate shills. He’d better pick up another tub of ice cream.

[your-average-multifandom-mess]

What instrument I think each glee character would play

This idea is so random lmao just go with it

Rachel- Nothing. she wouldn’t want to focus on anything other then her voice

Finn: drums-pretty obvious lmao

Kurt: Cello- He would feel so damn elegant playing this thing and it's the kinda random thing kurt would know how to play

Blaine: violin- 1)imagine him and kurt on violin and cello 2)its smol like him 3) I think Darren can play violin? 

sam: guitar and harmonica - this is canon lol

Quinn: Flute - it can make such a delicate sound and I feel like that really suits Quinn

Tina: Piano - I think we see her play a few times in the show and idk it just fits

Mike: now I have 2 ideas for mike 1)He literally cannot play anything he’s tried and failed or 2) trumpet. for the memes. And so he can make his awesome facial expressions while playing

Santana: drums - can you imagine her in one of her skin-tight dresses, gorgeous long hair and makeup and just banging away on some drums? yes.  

Mercedes: Clarinet - her mom made her get lessons when she was younger and she was in marching band and everything. headcanon accepted. 

Brittney: didgeridoo - just the thought of her playing it makes me crack up pls

Artie: trombone  - you know that episode when he joined marching band for like one scene? yeah that’s what he played

Marley: guitar- what do you think she wrote all those songs on hm? a Taylor swift moment 

Unique: nothing - just doesn’t seem like the instrument person tbh 

Jake: Piano- i just see it for some reason 

Ryder: drums is the canon but I strongly see him playing electric guitar, ig he just likes loud instruments

[kurtstinypurse]

could you do a parent au(I assume this is where there parents) with a unrequited love trope and the prompt "you know that book is upside down right?" If you don't want to don't worry about it but if you do awesome.

this was a tough one, but I put my own spin on it!

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Blaine was acting weird.

He’d been acting weird all day, in fact, fidgety and spacey and just off, and Kurt had no idea why.

It started when he burnt the first batch of their Saturday morning pancakes, eventually giving up and leaving Kurt to flip the rest, and it continued while they ate said pancakes and Blaine poured coffee over them instead of syrup.

It kept going when Kurt emerged from their bedroom, where he was putting away their fresh laundry, only to find Blaine on the couch, book in hand, but-

“You know that book’s upside down, right?” Kurt questioned, cocking his head to the side, raising a careful, curious eyebrow. 

Blaine jumped as if he’d been caught doing something truly, truly horrible, looking up at Kurt like a deer in the headlights, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

“O-Oh, um, no, the- I think the book jacket just got put on wrong,” he stammered, though Kurt knew it wasn’t, and he knew that Blaine knew he knew that. 

But instead of calling him out for it, Kurt decided to let it slide, instead going back into the bedroom to finish tidying up.

While he changed the sheets and fluffed the pillows, he thought, wondered, considered.

They had been fine lately, nothing out of the ordinary - just a little busier than usual, perhaps. 

Kurt had been working on ramping up his fashion line, going into the office earlier in the mornings, working on designs in their little office late into the night, and it cut into their quality time together, he knew.

But that was why they had scheduled a date night, wasn’t it?

They’d worked it out with Rachel, booked dinner reservations at their favorite place, picked out new outfits to dress up for one another, the whole nine yards.

Kurt was looking forward to it - so looking forward to it, actually.

It had been far too long.

But Blaine was acting weird, and their reservation was just a few hours away, and Kurt didn’t want Blaine to act weird.

He wanted to have a nice night out with his husband, and he wanted to act carefree and flirty and get wine-buzzed like they were young again, like they didn’t have a single responsibility in the world, a single thing to come home to.

But it couldn’t happen if Blaine was acting weird.

The only thing Kurt could do was figure out why - and fix it.

And so he resolved to do it, marching back out into the living room, sitting down on the couch right next to his husband and resolutely plucking the - now turned-over - book out of his hands.

“Alright, you. What’s going on?” he wanted to know, beginning to feel slightly desperate, accidentally sounding exasperated.

Blaine was silent for a long drag of a moment, looking away, across the room, before he let out a sigh, deep and heavy, full of all of the emotions Kurt couldn’t place, couldn’t understand.

When Blaine turned to Kurt and spoke, it didn’t help in the slightest.

“Do you like me?” Blaine blurted out, slightly breathless, face an odd mix of nervous and crestfallen, and- what?

“Do... Do I like you?” Kurt repeated, words feeling foreign in his mouth, sounding foreign to his ears.

Blaine shrugged, ducking his head down at his lap, picking at a loose thread on the outer seam of his pants, something Kurt noticed and filed away for later, to fix.

“I-I was just thinking... You know, I’m the one that kissed you first,” he frowned, looking back up at Kurt with a shyness Kurt hadn’t seen in years. “And I transferred to your school, and I asked you to be my boyfriend again after- after, and then I proposed to you, and... I don’t know. Do... Do you actually like me? Or have you just been going along with it?” 

Kurt blinked, and his mouth fell open, but he couldn’t speak. He blinked, and he gaped, and he looked around at the perpetual mess in their living area, and he blinked again.

“Blaine, we- We have a baby together.”

A baby that was on the other side of the wall behind them, in fact, napping before being dropped off at Aunt Rachel’s on their way to the restaurant.

A baby, a daughter, theirs.

“I-I know, but that’s the thing, too!” Blaine huffed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “I told you I was ready first, remember?”

Kurt did remember.

It was one of his favorite nights, actually, flushed and panted and giddy after a round of sex full of laughter and joy and connection, Blaine’s head pillowed on his chest, Blaine’s fingers playing with his own, stroking at his wedding band.

Blaine had whispered it into Kurt’s skin, at first, so quietly that Kurt didn’t fully make it out - want, baby, you.

And so Kurt had asked him to repeat it, and Blaine had lifted his head, eyes shining and warm, and he had said it again, voice soft and speaking straight from his heart, directly into Kurt’s: I want to have a baby with you.

So they had, taking Quinn up on her offer to provide an egg, Rachel on her offer to carry, ending up with a baby who they both cherished, loved with an unconditional ferocity Kurt never knew he could possess, perfect in every way because she was both of theirs regardless of genetics, because Kurt got to raise her with Blaine, together.

“Blaine,” Kurt breathed, overcome by a combination of awe and love and shock and confusion and guilt because he made Blaine feel this way, intentionally or not, caused him to not feel loved enough to feel secure, caused him to doubt, even after over a decade of being together.

“I-I know it’s stupid, I just-”

“I love you- so much,” Kurt interjected, scooting as close together as possible, thighs pressed together, shoulders bumping as he clasped Blaine’s hands in his own. “The way you feel is never stupid, honey. You know that.”

Blaine let out a soft, choked sob, striking Kurt right in the gut and twisting, but when Blaine looked up at him, his eyes were softer again, clearer, full of the love Kurt had just spoken into the room, yet still not quite enough.

“I’m just not sure how I got so lucky sometimes,” Blaine admitted quietly, then, stroking his thumb gently over Kurt’s wedding band. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve it- to deserve you.”

With a soft, giddy smile, in complete and utter awe of his husband, Kurt leaned forward to press a soft kiss to the corner of Blaine’s mouth, lingering there for a long moment, just breathing him in, soaking him up, being.

“I ask myself the same thing every day,” he murmured as he pulled away, extracting one hand from Blaine’s hold in order to reach up, cupping his jaw instead, ghosting his thumb across Blaine’s cheekbone, the faint smile lines at the corners of his eyes, then along his hairline. 

Blaine’s eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into the touch, and he let out a soft, content hum, tension dissipating visibly in Kurt’s hands, before Kurt’s eyes.

And then Blaine cracked a small, playful grin, eyes opening again just enough to sparkle, just enough to twinkle.

“So you do like me?”

Kurt couldn’t help but kiss him then, and he couldn’t help but smile back, too, right against his lips, suddenly feeling breathless and light in the way only Blaine had ever been able to make him feel.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he grinned, kissing him once, twice, three times, accenting each with a happy little hum. “I like you very, very much.”

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

mad woman

part of my folklore series

Summary: Kurt is concerned that Santana has lost her voice; Blaine helps her get it back. 

Notes: I really feel that this song embodies Santana. I can’t explain it but it just reminds me so much of her. HAPPY 1 YEAR OF FOLKLORE!!!!!

AO3

Anytime he heard Santana singing in the shower, Kurt wondered why she gave up performing. Sure, she had the Spotlight Diner shifts but she was seldom a soloist. More likely, Santana opted to be backup vocals unless she was feuding with Rachel that day. It was like glee all over again. Her voice silenced or drowned out by the attention seekers. She didn’t fight for it as she had during her short-lived time as a member of the Treble Tones. Hell, she wasn’t into the music as much as Elliott and Dani were when One Tree Hill had been a quintet. 

Kurt was worried about her. Though she’d deny it, Santana loved to sing. She needed glee just as much as the rest of them. The problem was since she moved to New York it was like she lost her voice. 

He remembers feeling like that when he first arrived. Without NYADA, Kurt was another drop in the huge sea of city folk. No longer did he stand out for his bold fashion choices or being gay. Here, the things that once made him eccentric were just another thing people tried to ignore as they went about their days. No one in the city had time to pick on or compliment a newcomer from a small town in Ohio. 

At first, Kurt liked it because the fear of being beaten for being himself had completely vanished within a few weeks of moving. That was all behind him. Way back in Lima. After a few months, the novelty wore off. He actually started to miss the stares from his classmates at McKinley High. 

He hated to admit it but Rachel may have been right when she said they were similar. Sometimes, Kurt felt like Tinkerbell too. He needed applause to live. Craved the attention. Then, he got it at the Winter Showcase. Madame Tibideaux handed the limelight to him on a silver platter. The entirety of the NYADA staff got to hear him sing. 

Of course, he could’ve thrown up because he was so nervous and completely unprepared. Yet, it had been exhilarating. That rush of being on stage with a captive audience. Combined with his attendance to NYADA being on the line, Kurt hadn’t felt this energized since he last saw Blaine in person. 

None of that seemed to faze Santana Lopez. 

Honestly, after pulling her into the band and having her quit, recommending the evening dance classes at NYADA, and taking her out to Callbacks on weekends, Kurt was out of ideas. She refused to get on stage. But he saw that small smile on her face when she hummed under her breath when she thought no one was listening. No matter how vehemently she denied it, she missed singing. So, Kurt called Blaine. 

“I don’t know, Kurt, it’s kinda hard to help when I’m not seeing the situation for myself.” Blaine sighs, likely bummed he can’t solve this. 

Kurt practically saw him pouting through the phone. Thank god, they weren’t on Skype. He hated seeing his boyfriend looking so defeated when he wasn’t there in person to kiss the top of his head. 

Blaine had become the self-proclaimed advice-giver of the New Directions since he transferred. 

He helped Mike Chang fix his relationship with Tina when they had a week-long fight about only eating at Asian restaurants on their date nights. Tina had been pissed. No simple apology was going to cut it.  Blaine single-handedly compiled a list of Tina’s favorite places to eat and added a few of his personal favorite date night places. 

When Finn would forget special dates and Rachel got fussy about how Finn never uses the couple calendars she made for them, Blaine stepped in and helped him set up a reminder alert on his phone. 

And there was that whole fiasco about Miss Pillsbury not-so-subtly hinting that she wanted to get engaged. Blaine was able to straighten Mr. Schue out pretty quickly that day. For the life of him, that man didn’t understand why Miss Pillsbury was acting so weird. 

“You don’t have to be so roundabout, you know?” Kurt told him. 

“Huh.” Playing dumb, typical.

“Just come up to the city, Blaine,” he said. “I know you want to ask.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, boyfriend of mine,” Blaine huffed. “I have zero ulterior motives while being completely unhelpful to your current predicament.” 

“Uh-huh, I’m sure that’s the case. I’ll see you next week.” 

“Unless Cooper can find an earlier flight!” Blaine exclaimed. 

He had been using up the countless number of frequent flyer miles his older brother had racked up to make weekend trips to New York. After Cooper discovered their long-distance relationship (likely after one too many late-night calls from Blaine missing his boyfriend), he offered them to Blaine. 

Blaine arrived the following Friday. McKinley had some teacher’s day so Blaine was able to hop on a morning flight. He was waiting in the loft when Kurt finished classes for the day. 

“Okay, we’re going to Callbacks tonight,” Kurt said, removing his coat. 

“Hello to you too,” Blaine replied, standing up from the sofa. “How are you, Blaine? How was the flight, Blaine? I missed you so much, Blaine.” 

Kurt rolled his eyes and ignored his boyfriend. 

“This isn’t about you, Blaine,” he said, “it’s about Santana.” 

“Wow, Blaine, you look great! Aren’t those my yellow pants you’re borrowing?” Blaine crossed his arms. 

“Hey!” Kurt exclaimed. “Those are my pants!” 

“Yeah.” Blaine blushed. “I rolled them so they’d fit better.”

Kurt marched over to him and knocked him onto the couch. “You look hot in my clothes.” 

“I look better out of them.” 

Instead of verbally agreeing, Kurt unbuttoned his yellow pants. Blaine was quick to keep up removing his own shirt and attempting to pull off Kurt’s as well. However, Blaine was sitting on the couch and Kurt was kneeling between his legs. It was proving to be rather difficult a task. 

“Kurt…” Blaine groaned, “come up here with me.” 

“I can’t very well do what I want up there, Blaine.” 

He sat up straighter. “Is this payment for not properly greeting me because I’ll take a blowjob over ‘how do you do’ any day?” 

Kurt pressed his face into Blaine’s naked thigh. “So long as you aren’t accepting blowjobs from anyone but me.”

“No, I would…” Kurt licked around Blaine’s hip. “Never.” 

Within seconds, Blaine’s head was fully tipped over the back of the couch and the only thing coming from his mouth were moans. He couldn’t even force the word ‘Kurt’ from his lips. When Kurt finally gave in and decided Blaine had received efficient teasing, he sucked at the tip until Blaine screamed his name. 

They were quick to clean up their mess afterward, unsure of when the girls would be home. It was one thing to have sex in the living room, it was a whole other to get caught. Though, Kurt figured Rachel owned him after Brody paraded around naked for the few months they dated.  

“Okay, now that we’ve defiled Santana’s bed, can we focus on helping her?” 

“Step one, don’t tell her about this,” Blaine suggested. 

Kurt slapped Blaine’s chest. 

“Ow.” 

“Be helpful. You said if you were in New York, you’d be able to help better. So do it.” 

“FIne,” Blaine replied, “no Callbacks. I have a better idea.” 

Turns out that idea was a speciality club night of Alternative Tunes. 

“It’s open mic. There’s gonna be singers, poets, magicians, and I heard their harpist is opening tonight,” Blaine explained, as they waited in line. 

“Is that why she brought your violin?” Rachel questioned. 

“Yup!” Blaine held up his black case. “I haven’t played to an audience of more than one in a while.” 

Kurt smiled at him. He loved when Blaine performed just for him almost as much as he enjoyed watching Blaine in front of an audience. Something about his face just lit up on stage. The same way Santana’s did in front of a microphone. 

“As much as I love talking about violins…” She rolled her eyes, “is there alcohol at this place?” Santana asked, “because that’s like 90% the point of going out.” 

“Yes, there’s alcohol,” Kurt confirmed. 

He told Blaine they’d need at least two drinks into Santana before they brought up performing to her. Which proved true. After nursing two long island ice teas, Santana was finally talking to Blaine about being on stage. He hadn’t gone up yet and she was teasing him.

“Come on, you brought your own instrument and everything,” she said. “Give us a show and tell.” 

With that, Blaine stood up and walked to the stage. No one was in line so he went right up after the juggler finished. He tapped the microphone and introduced himself.

“I’d like to dedicate this first one to my boyfriend.” 

He mouthed an “I love you” towards Kurt, who blew a kiss back. 

Then, he was lost in the strings. The next song he did was for Santana. Blaine didn’t announce it or anything but he watched her face when he could during the progression of the song. When he finished his set, Blaine thanked the audience. Kurt whistled and clapped, Rachel was jumping up and down while screaming for an encore, and when Blaine was back at the table Santana offered to buy him a drink. 

Without Kurt even realizing it, the next performer on stage was Santana. Just her. She didn’t introduce herself as Blaine did, the piano music just started to play and then she was singing. 

“What do you sing on your drive home?

Do you see my face in the neighbor's lawn?

Does she smile?

Or does she mouth, ‘Fuck you forever’?” 

Kurt couldn’t say why exactly but the song suited her well. Santana was always one to command an audience when she soloed. Soft instrumental with harsher lyrics was always her style. 

While Santana had the audience and Kurt captivated, Blaine bounced back over to their table. He had two drinks in his hand. 

“For you,” he said, passing Kurt a mojito. 

In return, Kurt pecked his check. He really was so lucky. Then, his full attention went back to the stage. 

 “Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy

What about that?

And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry

And there's nothing like a mad woman

What a shame she went mad

No one likes a mad woman

You made her like that”

 As Santana finished her song, Kurt and Rachel turned to Blaine, who was positively beaming. He’d done exactly what he had told Kurt he could do. 

“How?” Rachel asked. 

“I’m a smooth talker,” Blaine said with a smirk. 

Kurt rolled his eyes.

 If anything, his boyfriend was a clumsy mess. Romantic and adorable? Yes. Tripped over his words? Constantly. 

“Come on, Blaine, give it up,” Kurt said. 

“Magicians never reveal their secrets.” 

Rachel huffed. She had a glint in her eyes suggesting she wasn’t giving up. Rachel rarely did when she really wanted something. Kurt had a theory that she could pester anyone enough to get what she wanted. Example A, a ticket to NYADA by tracking down the head of admissions and inviting her to Chicago to watch a show choir competition.  

Before Kurt could tell Rachel to drop it, Santana returned. She had a new drink in her hand. 

“Compliments of the lady in red,” she told them. 

“Excellent song choice,” Kurt said.

“Blaine’s idea.” she shrugged, sipping her drink. 

Blaine was still beaming. 

“It’s perfect for her, isn’t it?” Blaine replied, “When I first heard it I knew I had to hear Santana do a cover of it.” 

Santana winked at him from across the table. 

“What is going on with you two?” Rachel asked. “The devil incarnate and the sun from teletubbies should not get along this well.” 

Santana shrugged. “He’s besties with Britt.” 

“It’s true.” Blaine nodded.  “She even called us the Sunshine Twins.” 

Kurt’s eyes drift to Blaine’s—his—yellow pants. “Yeah, that fits.”