#this is one of four more klaines in a row this week enjoy

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Don’t Jinx It by lilyvandersteen

Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to @grlnxtdr30​, who fuelled my inspiration with a wintery Klaine fic prompt. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy reading this!

As soon as Kurt stepped outside, it was clear to him that he shouldn’t have put on those gorgeous boots he bought at 70% off on Black Friday.

Overnight, the drizzle that had been falling all week long had frozen solid on the sidewalk. Kurt stared at the ice, horror-struck. He was clumsy and uncoordinated on the best of days. This was an accident just waiting to happen, especially with boots that were stylish but offered no grip. He would need to either go back upstairs to his apartment to change his footwear or suck it up and hope he’d get to work in one piece.

Seeing as he was already running late for work, he decided to risk it.

He slipped and slithered and cursed a lot, but apart from falling on his bum twice, his luck held until he reached the Condé Nast building. His sigh of relief came too early, however. He slipped right in front of the sliding doors, his flailing arms found nothing to hold onto, and down he went, hard. He heard a sound like a branch snapping in half. Pain flamed through his left leg. Before he had time to process this, his head hit the sidewalk, and he blacked out.

When he came to, Cathy from the reception desk was crouching next to him, freaking out if her frantic babbling was anything to go by. “Kurt! Kurt, please wake up! Oh my God, why does this have to happen while I’m on duty. I’m not good with blood and stuff. I faint, and I panic, and I never know what to do. Should I call an ambulance? But they’re gonna wanna know what’s wrong with him, and I have no idea. Kurt! Dammit, Kurt, wake up, will you? I can’t have you die on my watch!”

“I’m not dead,” Kurt said.

Cathy jumped and held her hand to her heart. “Jeez, warn a girl next time! You okay?”

“Never better.”

“Really?”

Kurt glared at her. “No!”

Cathy’s relieved smile slid off her face, and she backed away a little.

Kurt hastened to sit up - wow, that made him feel dizzy - and apologise. “Sorry, sorry! I just… My head hurts, and my leg hurts even more, and I haven’t even had coffee yet ‘cause I overslept… But that’s not your fault. None of it. So… Sorry for snapping at you.”

Cathy offered him a hand to help him up, but as soon as he put pressure on his left foot, he hissed in pain. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW!!”

Cathy went back to looking panicked. “Maybe you’d better sit back down?”

Kurt bit back a sharp retort and sat.

Okay. A broken ankle. Great. Just great. Could this day suck any more?

“Want me to call you an ambulance?” Cathy asked.

“Nah. A cab will be cheaper. Where’s the nearest clinic where they do X-rays?”

“I’ll look that up for you, and I’ll call you a cab, too.”

“Great. Thanks, Cathy, I appreciate it.”

Kurt shuffled a bit to the side so as not to hinder any other Vogue employees from going in or out the building, and called Isabelle to tell her what had happened, and to promise he’d be back as soon as he could. He tried calling Adam as well, but got his voicemail three times in a row.

After that, there was nothing for him to do but wait for Cathy to come back, or the cab to arrive, whichever came first. His stomach rumbled, and his bum went numb from sitting on the cold hard ground.

Luckily, it didn’t take long to rustle up a cab, and an hour later, he limped into the room where his X-rays would be taken.

In the waiting room, he’d tried calling Adam about six more times. Either Adam had forgotten his mobile at home, or his phone battery was dead again.

Ugh. Could this day suck any more?

The X-rays showed that his ankle was broken. In two places. But apparently, it was a “mild” break, according to the chipper radiology assistant. “It shouldn’t take too long for it to heal. Four weeks in a cast should do it. We’ll get you a pair of crutches, and you’ll be all set!”

The assistant escorted him to the plaster room and told him to lie down on the ambulatory chair and wait for the nurse to arrive. Kurt took his boots off and lay down as instructed. The nurse bustled in, and before Kurt could say or do anything, she cut open his trousers to put a cast on his lower leg and foot.

Kurt’s eyes almost bulged out of his sockets. “These are Ralph Lauren!”

“These are tight as hell, and we’d never have gotten them off you without doing more damage to your ankle,” the nurse retorted. “Buy yourself some wide jogging pants for the coming weeks.”

Kurt sulked through the whole application of the cast. Those trousers were among his absolute favourites, and it was a colour that paired beautifully with most of his shirts.

I hate this! Could this day suck any more?

When he hopped outside a little later, he shivered as soon as the cold hit him, and realized he’d left his coat in the X-ray room. He managed to find the room again, but not his coat. The assistant, still as chipper as ever, helped him look everywhere, and even went to the plaster room to check if Kurt had left it there. He hadn’t. His coat was gone. And his phone had been in the inside pocket, so he’d lost that, too.

Noooo! Maybe I should stop asking myself if the day could get any worse, cause every time I do, something worse happens. I hope this was the last of it.

He thanked the assistant and left the clinic, struggling to keep his balance with the crutches. The wind seemed even colder now, and… wetter?

Oh, great, it’s snowing now, too.

The air was filled with fat snowflakes, and in other circumstances, he’d have smiled and made plans to go for a walk in Central Park. Now, though, it was inconvenient.

He looked for a cab to get home, but there weren’t any around, and of course he couldn’t call one without a phone.

He cursed under his breath when a drop of ice-cold slush fell on his neck and trickled down his spine. He had to get out of the cold, and fast, before he caught pneumonia.

There! Across the road was a cosy-looking coffee shop, tastefully decorated, with a steady stream of people going in and out and lovely smells wafting his way.

Kurt hopped his way to the coffee shop slowly and carefully. He didn’t want to fall again. A woman heading out of the shop held the door open for him, and he smiled and nodded gratefully.

Inside, it was toasty warm, and the delectable smells were even stronger. Kurt’s smile widened, and he joined the queue to get a hot drink and a snack. Thank heavens he still had his wallet!

He found himself humming along with the Christmas songs playing, and admiring the nifty bowtie one of the baristas was wearing.

Of course, that was when the universe decided he was too happy, and messed with him again.

Kurt heard someone laughing. A laugh that sounded very familiar. He could have sworn that was Adam.

And yes, when he turned around, he saw his boyfriend of two years, now lip-locked with some other guy, plastered against him and fondling his ass as though he’d forgotten he was in a public place.

Kurt moved towards the table Adam was sitting at, barely aware of what he was doing.

“Adam?”

He had to call twice more before his boyfriend ended the kiss and looked up. “Yes?”

When Adam saw it was Kurt, he didn’t even have the grace to look ashamed. Instead, his expression was annoyed.

“Who’s this, sweetheart?” the other guy asked.

Adam let out a put-upon sigh. “That stalker I told you about. I thought he’d give up after I graduated last June, but here he is, as annoying as ever. Don’t pay him any attention, Jules, he’s not worth it.”

Kurt was struck numb. What was happening?

Jules turned to him, his lips a thin line. “Okay, let’s have a little talk. You seem like a nice enough guy, but you need to stop bugging my boyfriend. It’s been TWO YEARS. Adam has told you time and again that he’s taken. Get over your crush and find someone else to love. Because this is not healthy. Okay? Let it go.”

Kurt gaped at him for a moment, before he got himself together enough to ask, “YOUR boyfriend?”

Jules looked at Adam with a soft smile, and then at Kurt again. “Yes. We’ve been together for nearly five years now, and we’ve been living together for three. We’re quite committed to each other. I’m afraid you never had a chance with Adam.”

Kurt fixed Adam with a stare. “So that’s why I could never come to your place. Now I get it.”

“Why would you need to come to our place?” asked Jules.

Kurt sighed and ran a hand over his forehead. “I hate to break it to you, but Adam isn’t as committed to you as you think.”

“Don’t listen to him, Jules!”

Kurt continued, “He’s been dating me for two years. I swear I had no idea he was seeing you at the same time.”

“He’s lying!” Adam shouted. “A sick, twisted little liar is what you are, and I don’t want you anywhere near me!”

He stood up and made to push Kurt, but Jules stopped him. “No, don’t! Can’t you see his leg is broken? He’ll get hurt even more!”

“He deserves to!” Adam thundered.

Kurt flinched and took a step back, losing his balance. Thankfully, Jules caught him and offered his chair for Kurt to sit on.

“What are you doing?” By this time, Adam was nearly apoplectic with rage. “Don’t let him sit down, tell him to bugger off!”

Jules gave him a long look. “Calm down, and let the boy have his say.”

“It’s nothing but lies!”

“I’m not taking anyone’s word as gospel at the moment. I’m sure that whoever speaks the truth, will be able to prove he’s right.”

“Jules!”

Kurt looked up. “I can prove it, if you’ll let me use your phone for a minute. Mine got stolen earlier today.”

“It’s a trick!” Adam yelled. “He’ll steal your phone!”

Jules rolled his eyes, and handed Kurt his phone after unlocking it. “Don’t be ridiculous, the boy can barely walk, let alone run.”

Kurt logged into his Google account and looked for the sexy videos he had of Adam on his Google Drive. He selected one and pressed play, angling the phone so that only he and Jules could watch, and turned up the volume to the max. The video showed Adam jerking off while telling Kurt everything he liked about Kurt’s body and everything he wanted to do to it when he next had the chance. It ended with Adam coming and shouting “Kuuuuuurt” really loudly.

There was nothing but silence when the video ended. You could hear a pin drop in the coffee shop.

Kurt closed the window, logged out again and handed the phone back to Jules.

Jules swallowed with difficulty. “I take it your name is Kurt?”

Kurt nodded. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know he was two-timing us.”

He got up from the chair and gently pushed Jules onto it, then handed him his drink.

Jules sipped from it, staring blankly ahead.

“You’re really going to believe him over me?” Adam asked, putting on a wounded air.

Jules set his mug down with a clang and glared at Adam.

“That video was fake!” Adam insisted.

Jules set his jaw. “Shut. Up.”

“I love you. Please don’t do this.”

“Shut. Up. That was you. I know what you look like naked. I know what you sound like when you’re turned on. I know what you look like when you orgasm. And that was you in that video. Dirty talking to HIM. Saying HIS name, not mine. I’ll give you until three this afternoon to pack your things and leave my apartment. Then I’m changing the locks.”

Adam wrung his hands. “You don’t mean that!”

“I sure do. You get ‘till three p.m., and not a minute longer. Better get a move on!”

Jules got up, put his coat on, nodded at Kurt and left without sparing a look at Adam, who seemed beyond speech or action.

As soon as the door clanged shut behind Jules, though, Adam unfroze and lunged for Kurt. “You bloody arsehole! You piece of shite! He’s throwing me out of his flat because of you! You will PAY for this!!”

Before he could hurt Kurt even more than he already was, two coffee shop employees grabbed Adam by the shoulders and firmly escorted him out, telling him he was no longer welcome in the shop.

Adam looked like he wanted to argue, but the taller of the two employees cracked his knuckles and said, “Give me an excuse, man, go on. Make my day.”

That shut Adam up at once, and he scurried off as fast as his legs could carry him.

Applause rang out in the coffee shop when the employees came back in, and the tall one doffed an imaginary hat and made a low bow. “Thank you, thank you!”

Kurt sagged down on the nearest chair and buried his face in his hands, no longer able to keep the tears at bay. He was cold, tired and hungry; he’d gotten both his ankle and his heart broken, and it hurt like hell. He’d give himself five minutes to have a good cry about this and then he would try and find a taxi to take him home.

“Hey,” said a soft voice, and he felt a fleeting pressure on his arm.

Kurt looked up and saw the bowtie-wearing barista. “Oh… I-I haven’t… I know I haven’t bought anything yet, but I will. In a minute. I promise. I just needed… a moment.”

The barista, whose name tag read “Blaine”, smiled at Kurt. “Relax. You can sit here as long as you like. And I brought you something to cheer you up. On the house.”

Blaine set a tray down, winked at Kurt and disappeared behind the counter again.

Kurt watched him go with his mouth wide open, and then looked at the tray. On it was a steaming mug that smelled of cookie spices, and a filled croissant still hot from the oven.

Quick as a flash, he tore off a piece and popped it in his mouth. Ah, heaven!

The rest of the croissant disappeared in no time, and by the time he’d finished his hot drink as well, he found himself smiling again.

“Better?” the same soft voice asked.

Kurt looked up at Blaine and nodded. “Much better. Thank you. You knew just what I needed.”

Blaine grinned. “Something sweet always helps. May I ask… Why aren’t you wearing a coat in this weather?”

Kurt’s face fell. “It got stolen at the clinic. With my phone.”

“That sucks. Not your day, huh?”

Kurt let out a humourless chuckle. “You can say that again.”

“Do you live nearby?”

Kurt shook his head.

“Is there someone you could call to come pick you up?”

Kurt shook his head again, his heart sinking.

“Okay… So here’s what we’re going to do. My shift will be over in an hour. Then I’ll call us a cab and I’ll bring you home, all right?”

Kurt looked at Blaine in wonder. “Why would you? You don’t know me at all!”

“Call it my good deed for the day. It’s about time your bad luck streak got broken.”

“Oh, don’t jinx it!”

Blaine was as good as his word, and after his shift, he brought Kurt home and escorted him upstairs to his apartment.

The first thing Kurt saw as he came in was a paperback that belonged to Adam on the coffee table. He picked it up, and tears sprung to his eyes again.

“Well, I guess I should count myself lucky I never gave Adam a key,” he mumbled.

“Are you scared your ex will turn up here?” Blaine asked, solicitous as always.

Kurt stared at him, aghast. He hadn’t even thought of that. “I…”

“I can stay with you a while longer, if that would make you feel safer. I was heading to the library for some peace and quiet to study, ‘cause my roommates are noisy, but I can just as well work here, if you’re okay with that. I’ve got my laptop and everything.”

“Oh. I…”

Blaine shrugged. “Or not. We don’t actually know each other. I guess I shouldn’t expect you to feel safer with a stranger around.”

Kurt cocked his head to the side. “You know what? I do feel safe with you. Yes, stay. We can get some work done together. And I’ll make us dinner, in a bit. Consider that a thank you for helping me out.”

Blaine ended up staying after dinner, too, even though Adam never showed up, and he was the first contact Kurt added to his new phone.

He took Blaine to Vogue’s Christmas party two weeks later, and kissed him under the mistletoe.

Six months later, Blaine moved in with him, and a little later, Kurt took him to Ohio to meet his dad.

When Kurt proposed to Blaine the next New Year’s Eve, he said, “I’m so glad I met you that day. You were the one who turned my bad luck around, and saved the day for me. And that’s what you’ve kept doing, every day since. You make my life so much better and brighter. Will you marry me and stay with me for keeps?”

Blaine said yes, of course, and Kurt’s luck held for the rest of his days.

THE END

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine Advent Drabble 2020 - “Up in the Air” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Kurt is heartbroken after his plans for a romantic Christmas with Blaine are demolished when he gets locked into a flight he'd been trying to switch. Blaine reassures him that it will be okay, that they'll have their romantic celebration when Kurt's feet are back on the ground. But is Blaine possibly hiding a secret that just might sweep Kurt off his feet? (1638 words)

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

Read on AO3.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Kurt grumbles, rushing down the corridor that leads to his gate with his carry-on in tow and his heart pounding, trying to give off the impression that he’s not rushing.

Appearance is everything in the flight attendant game.

He was supposed to get an hour sit before this flight, but the one he was on was late by close to forty-five minutes! He has roughly a minute-and-a-half to reach his destination, covering the distance of two football fields, and that’s not the crappiest part of his day.

“Pick up pick up pick up pick up! Blaine! Ugh!” 

This is the fifth time he’s tried to get a hold of his boyfriend to tell him the bad news. Try his hardest, he couldn’t trade this flight out for one that leaves after the holiday.

His plans to join Blaine for a romantic Christmas have officially been canceled. 

“Pick up pick up pick up pick up,” he chants as he checks in with security and heads for the boarding area. 

“You’re late,” his friend Monica teases.

“I had three seconds to make it here from the complete other side of the airport,” he replies with a forced smile for the waiting passengers. The flight attendants can get away with making snide remarks as long as they keep a smile on their faces.

“At least you did it in flats!"

"Wah wah wah," Kurt teases back, giving Blaine’s number one last try before he'll need to turn off his phone and stow it away for the duration.

He's in for a long night - a soul-crushing series of flights, each one taking him farther and farther away from the man he loves.

Finally, Blaine picks up. 

“Hey! Kurt! I was hoping you’d call!”

He sounds eager, Kurt thinks. Shit! “Hey.”

“Are you okay? It sounds like you've been running.”

“I have.” Kurt stops in the crook of the tunnel, out of sight from both doorways, to catch his breath. He has one precious minute before he has to perform his pre-flight checks with the crew. And here he is, spending it breaking a wonderful man’s heart. “Look …” He squeezes his eyelids tight, on the verge of frustrated tears “… I’m sorry, Blaine. It’s not going to happen.”

A moment of confused silence. Then realization. “Oh, no! Shoot!”

“I warned you there was a four percent chance it actually would. It’s impossible to make plans over the holidays. It would have taken a miracle.”

“Yes, but, Christmas is the time for miracles.”

“I know, I know,” Kurt says in a shaky voice. “Don’t make me feel worse than I already do.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Blaine says in a soothing voice. “I understand.”

“I know you do.” Kurt sniffles, pulling a handkerchief from his inside jacket pocket and dabbing under his eyes before they can get puffy. “It’s just … I know how I am. I’m the clingy, jealous type. I want to see you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I don’t want you to resent my work. Or me.”

“Kurt, I could never resent you! I knew what I was getting into. This is one trip you couldn’t switch, and I understand why. This is just a hiccup. That’s all.”

“A hiccup on one of the most important holidays of the year.”

“There will be plenty of time after the holiday rush for us to spend together. I’ll see you soon. We’ll lie in bed together, hold each other in our arms, and it will be better again. You’ll see.”

Kurt nods in response even though Blaine can’t see. “I’m trusting you.”

“I appreciate that.”

Kurt hears footsteps hurry down the ramp, Monica whispering, “Hurry up, Kurt! We have to go!” as she passes. He watches her disappear around the corner and onto the plane. He sighs. “I love you, Blaine.”

“I love you, too. Have a good flight.”

“I will,” Kurt chokes out, blowing a kiss into the phone. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

Kurt hangs up and shoves the phone into his pocket. He grabs the handle of his carry-on and continues on his way. Halfway down the ramp, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Before he even takes it out to check it, he knows it’s a message from Blaine.

He should have waited until he got on the plane where there’s a bathroom to duck into because it unravels him more than he is.

I love you, Kurt. And I’m pretty sure I always will.

***

Kurt doesn’t want to be here.

He doesn’t want to be flying over Miami on Christmas Eve. 

Not when he has a sexy man at home waiting to see him again.

Kurt loves his job. He really does. 

He stumbled into it unexpectedly. It was supposed to be a stop-gap while he worked his way to Broadway - something to pad his bank account, keep food in his belly, and a roof over his head while he got to experience life, hone his craft. And even though he's held on to his dreams of Broadway fame, this job stuck. He has never regretted a single flight in his entire career …

… until this one.

God, what he wouldn’t give to be at home right now, watching cheesy movies on Lifetime, snuggled in Blaine’s arms!

Kurt doesn’t pay much attention to the passengers as he maneuvers the beverage service down the aisle, dishing out Diet Cokes and mini bottles of vodka and Crown Royal. He makes eye contact, nods and smiles, but that's it. He can perform this part of his job on autopilot, has perfected the art of appearing engaged while, in his mind, he goes over notes for an audition or takes a stab at writing his memoirs. 

He knows the bare minimum about the passengers on this side of the plane from the things they let slip out of excitement or need - an older lady flying to see her daughter for the first time in ten years, an unaccompanied minor, a row of sorority sisters on a holiday excursion. Everyone is mellow, polite when he stops to ask them what they want from the cart. But there’s always one clown in the bunch.

And Kurt finds his sitting in Row 27, Seat E.

“Soda?” Kurt asks. “Coffee? Tea?”

“A medium drip, please? Or maybe a flat white?”

“A-ha. That's one coffee black for you,” Kurt says, his tone chipper, but sharp around the edges, barely glancing at the man as he hands over his drink. 

"Perfect. Thank you, Kurt."

"You're very welcome." Kurt internally groans when the man uses his name. The airline requires all customer-facing employees to wear a name tag for passenger comfort "in a time of need" (or so says the employee literature). In this age of social media, it's used more by the Karens of the world to flame what they consider 'inappropriate conduct' without impunity. All claims are thoroughly investigated, and require passenger and employee corroboration before disciplinary action is taken. But it's gotten to the point that he doesn't Google his name and the name of his airline in the same sentence anymore. 

It keeps him sane.

Kurt doesn't mind passengers knowing his name.

Just so long as they never use it.

But this man said Kurt's name like he owns it, and that Kurt doesn't appreciate. Not from strangers.

Kurt's eyes flicker up once it hits him.

He knows that voice. 

But how in the hell can it be here?

'I'm projecting,' he thinks. 'I miss my boyfriend, I wish that he was here, but he's not here. No. I'm not going to look at the occupant of this seat and see ...'

“Blaine?” Kurt stares at 27E perplexed. It is him! Unless there's been a gas leak the pilot hasn't told them about yet, Blaine is sitting right there, looking as adorable as ever! Maybe more so, his smile bright and goofy with his master plan revealed. “Blaine!”

“Well, well, well ...” Blaine turns in his seat, attempting a casual recline against the rigid armrest, masking the pain on his face when its sharp edge digs into his back. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“I didn’t know you’d be …! Wha---when did you even get a ticket?”

“A few days ago. Your friend Monica helped me with the details. I had to grease a lot of wheels, seeing as most holiday flights were already packed, but I’m on every one of your connections. I figured we can spend your layover together.”

“And what if I had managed to get the time off?”

“I would probably be out close to a few thousand bucks, but it was a chance I was willing to take.” Blaine tilts his head down so he can look coyly up at Kurt through long, thick lashes. “Are you surprised?”

“Yes! I … I don’t know what to say!”

“Say that you love me," Blaine says sincerely. "Say that you’ll have a little more faith in me.”

“I do have faith in you. It’s just sometimes … I don’t have all that much faith in myself. In my overall appeal.”

“Well, your overall appeal is so strong, I spent a small fortune to take this journey with you.” Blaine chuckles when he notices they’ve garnered attention from other passengers, wondering what happened to the drink cart but watching quietly to see the drama unfold. “So why don’t we enjoy the journey? See where it takes us?”

Kurt grins, his cheeks burning when the sorority sisters occupying the seats behind Blaine awww, and the older woman claps.

Kurt rolls his eyes when other passengers join in. 

Only at Christmas, he thinks.

Then again, isn't this what he wanted?

His cheesy Lifetime movie?

His improbable Christmas miracle?

Kurt smiles. “That sounds like a plan.”

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

The Great ATOG Reread part 5

I - finished. I feel dead inside.

Also, hi @cinnamon-t

Chapter 24

And we’re still in the recovery period, but meanwhile, Draxie is low key not so low key breaking down, which worries BB and Ghostly.

Who isn’t low key breaking down? Who is high key breaking down? BLAINE DEVON. He’s recovering in his own way. He is slowly realising he’s capable of killing other people without thinking. Now, this is ATOG, so they talk it out and blah blah ‘PHALANX SIGHTING FUCK YEAH OMFG’, but this will always be important for his character arc. His humanity and it sometimes blinds him, is dangerous. Grey delves right into that.

(You remember that message we got a couple of weeks back, from someone who said they were Phalanx and they needed help … ?)

Ash

MIKE FUCKING CHANG.

The building behind him burns like the apocalypse, and the firefighter holds the oxygen up for him, his whole body sagging too needily to that mask. 8 Die In Arson Attack, the headline states. NY’s New Hero Saves 12.

This is how Mike and Tina got so involved. This also shows fuck much they love the Ghost. And also, for the first time, Mike doesn’t regret chosing this career.

Chapter 25

Kurt is so fucking bored, he starts watching The Wire, and wow, Blaine isn’t the only fanboy anymore. Unfortunately, I don’t think Kurt can handle the blogs, otherwise he could’ve made one and followed Blaine.

Speaking of fangirls, BB and Ghostly know what Draxie has done. And so does Kurt. 

(Why must they? They’re not me, they’re decent people. And it’s not stupid and small and childish. You think it’s stupid and small and childish for Blackbindings? It keeps her *sane*, it keeps her *alive* and we both know it. And Draxie, what you write isn’t childish. The feeling in it is real. Your fic actually does come from your heart and people can tell that when they read it.)

Of course, Kurt isn’t happy, but after skimming through Draxie’s blog, he warms up to her. He doesn’t know she still has this low key breakdown. This is where Ghostly, the bitchy voice of reason, comes in.

Draxie got her reality check. She’s always known they were real, and she hasn’t really been disrespectul towards them through her fiction (compared to those fucking idiots who wrotie NC-17 Ghostzilla non-con what the fuck), but it hurts. These people are real. And oh wow, they love each other.

Ghostly is right. It’s time to write again, but this time with her new knowlegde.

Chapter 26

And so it begins.

The vigil. Phalanx attending it. RACHEL BEIGNNG AND IDIOTPC PEIECE OF SHIT???? Character wise, Rachel is well written and kind of amazing in the fic, but do I like her? Shit son. I don’t know. Rachel is a terrible friend, she’s a bigot, she’s judgemental, and she puts her bitterness and pettiness over her ability to think rationally. That’s the main problem. She can’t handle any kind of rejection, so she turns crazy.

At least one good thing comes out of this chapter:

All the Other Ghosts, ghostlanx, R for the kind of violence and threat you could actually expect while superheroing. Because the city is so dark on a night, and what ‘hero�� means to the Ghost can’t just be what he does. 

Chapter 27

(the Ghost wants to smack himself in the forehead, she might as well be waving a sign that says Please mug me!)

This is what I mean.

Rachel’s naitvety and innocence can get her killed jesus fucking christ. Honestly, innocence isn’t the main problem, but her reluctance to listen to someone who’s at least a bit sensible is very frustrating.

But Rachel isn’t the only one with a change of heart (I mean, she kinda has to change her opinions after she finds out the one man she hates the most is actually her best friend and roommate). Sam has his too. I don’t blame Sam for being desperate, although yes, he could’ve thought it through.

And oh- the Ghost realises he is going to die and he only has one person on his mind.

Falling in love was like being the first person to walk on the moon, virgin ground, nothing but his footprints and so many stars. No-one had ever said that this existed. Like no-one had ever been here before, this was so new, so sudden, so unforeseen, so delicate, like it was too much to last. Too pristine, too perfect, so bright the light fractured into tears … nothing so perfect can last in this life. Blaine. More joy than he knew there was in the world, Blaine, and his throat closes. He had so much. He was so rich with love. Maybe too much over too soon is better than a bare trickle paid out through the parched length of a life. Maybe …

Chapter 28

BB has the package, but not for long. (oh, and Blaine totally fanboying about her fic gives me life)

Back to the action. When I first read it, I almost lost my shit when I realised the ‘doc’ is Mr. Schue. It quite fits if I may say so. This entire ordeal also focuses on one of the main problems in the world: how people look past humanity.

Every time something shit happens in history, it’s because people look past humanity. 

The Team makes its first appearance. To this day, I still don’t know how to feel about that team. Sure, they helped them out and by the time Grey ended, the Ghost and Phalanx could rely on them and call them their friends, but a lot of ugly had to happen for that to succeed.

And this is what he’s bringing to save the Ghost’s life, an ill-assorted gang of people Phalanx just met, half of whom have tried to kill him previously while the other half seem more interested in arresting the government traitor than saving his life - and himself, and Finn, too scared to think straight - he has to save his life and this is the best he can do?

Chapter 29

“Because it’s so hard being you. It’s so hard being different and special and you get away with anything you want, you get to rescue people and the rest of us are just here to be rescued, we’re just cattle, aren’t we? You’re the one with the powers, you’re the one who put on the costume, you don’t get to whine about how hard it is being you when all along you’ve been acting like you get to be special and everybody else -”

Wow, I am not like the Ghost. I am all for killing this dude. What is it with people who think they know the Ghost? What is it with people who think superpowers are a gift? Do they honestly think it’s a privilege? Oh for fuck’s sake.

And the Ghost has a full blown panic attack, Phalanx isn’t there, but he knows the Ghost must be going crazy. They both know what those powers mean to the Ghost, and the moment Schuester grabbed the Ghost’s face, he lost it. Gosh. The Ghost. So helpless.

Yet, Blaine is the one who makes him breathe again.

Schuester isn’t the only one who completely misunderstands having powers. It’s not cool. It’s not a great thing. Sure, it can be, but it depends on what you do with it, but it’s not a gift. Sugar finds out. Just like Rachel, her naivety almost kills her. Jesus fucking Christ Sugar.

Chapter 30

I just read seven months worth of fiction in four days or so?

This ending is perfect and filled with happy endings. 

Kurt’s back home and his dad is on his way.

Phalanx is still out there.

Kurt gets a huge promotion- hooray!

Draxie gets the gift, which happens to be the belt of her dreams. Therefor, all the money she was going to spend can be used for other things, which saves her quite some stress.

Rachel’s final rapport.

KLAINE AND TIKE DINNER WOO! (oh and Kurt low key realising the team could be something)

Happy day in fandom.

Kurt recovering and Ghostly verbally bitch slapping everyone.

DRAXIE AND MR. DRAXIE FUCK YEAH!!

And of course

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK NO YES shit. Oh shit, I’m not breathing properly. It’s him? It’s *him*?? i actually just cant (GHOSTLY GHOSTLY GET ONLINE GHOSTLY) (BB!!!!!!!) (ONE OG YOU FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!) Draxie have you seen the pics yet??? crying too hard to type can’t. can’t.

The last part was so wonderful. It felt so fitting to end this story at Pride and with the Ghost and Phalanx finally being able to take a fucking bow. This story ended on such a high note, you almost forget Grey exists.

But that’s one fucking wrap.

Speaking of Grey, I will read it. Grey is my favourite and it’s the only fanfic I straight-up call literature (and because of that, also the only piece of literature I actually like). But… it;s heavy. It took me a year to start rereading ATOG because I know it’s heavy. This was heavy. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed every minute of the crazy, but I’m not lying when I tell you I cried myself to sleep three nights in a row. At some points, this fic became too much. I actually considered taking a break after that awfully heavy chapter (NUCLEAR BOMB, THREE DEAD, BABY’S BODY), but I couldn’t.

Now I could. Now I can. Now I will. 

Knowing myself, I will start reading before the end of the week, but I need to take some time off. ATOG was heavy, but I know Grey is, like, 10 times worse.

But that is Grey. This is ATOG and wow fuck, I love this.