#wanted to draw darry forever.

[bubblegumflavor]

DARRY CURTIS ICE SKATING!!!! ,(for your prompt doodles :3)

LOVED THE SUGGESTION, I had to get it out of my system right away 🤭💙💙💙

[horsegirlsodapop]

some outsiders hc (if anyone wants them):

soda has a tooth gap

Steve spent most of his youth trying to master the slingshot and is actually genuinely not sarcastically incredibly skilled

both darry and pony are not great swimmers and don't like to put their heads underwater. soda loves to swim and will forever taunt them.

curtis brothers are all unbearable nosy shits. they love to gossip. clinically incapable of not eavesdropping.

steve is afraid of horses but puts up with them because soda loves them so much

darry loves to sing (he is not very good) (constantly humming beneath his breath at work)

two-bit does the gang's mending. his mother taught him to sew.

johnny whittles little figurines of animals with his switch and pieces of wood he finds in the lot

soda talks in his sleep excessively

darry still has his stash of comics from when he was a kid under his bed. it's a beautiful collection. it secretly remains his pride and joy.

ponyboy and steve solve the saturday crossword together

soda likes to draw but only animals. he can draw the most intricate horse known to man but the second someone asks him to draw anything else he gets bored and gives up

[alittlebitofloveliness]

any soda headcanons?

Hi! I hope these suffice, I couldn't help but throw a little bit of Stevepop in :)

Sodapop Curtis Headcanons

-The Curtis house has a half finished basement which is where the laundry machine is, but the ceiling is FULL of spiders and spiderwebs. Both Darry and Pony are PETRIFIED of spiders, like Ponyboy is jumping from foot to foot and hyperventilating and Darry SHRIEKS when he sees one, so its always Soda’s job to de-spider the basement and he absolutely hates it (he's a little scared of them too, but not nearly as bad as his brothers)

-He has the friendship equivalent of those ‘you cheated on me in my dreams and now I’m mad at you”. One time he dreamed Steve left him stranded at the Dingo and was lowkey pissed at him the next day. Poor Steve was SO confused

-Loves both peanut butter and chocolate by themselves, but HATES when they’re combined together. Bro HATES reeses cups with a passion

-After the Curtis parents died he snuck into their room, stole his mother's half full perfume bottle and hid it in his bedside table. Sometimes before he goes to bed, when Ponyboy is busy brushing his teeth, he’ll spritz a little on his wrist because when he closes his eyes and smells her perfume he can pretend his mom is hugging him again.

-Thinks bananas are spicy (they’re not, he’s just mildly allergic but doesn’t realise it. Everyone in the gang thinks he’s making a joke every time he says it. He isn’t.)

-Him and Steve swing dance together at work sometimes when they’re working alone in the garage and his stomach flutters every time Steve dips him 

-Cannot sing to save his life and does it all the time anyway. Like, he sounds like he’s gargling with rocks, it’s actually painful. Dally has literally paid him to shut up before.

-Steve’s pet cat absolutely HATES him and Soda will always and forever be mad about it because “what did I ever do to her???”

-Can’t remember what his dad’s voice sounded like anymore. It haunts him.

-The easiest way to piss him off is to disrespect Steve in front of him. Sodapop is convinced the sun shines from his grumpy best friend’s glaring eyes, and if anyone doesn’t see that he WILL throw hands, no questions asked

-The Curtis’ have a chore jar full of little slips of paper with the really unpleasant chores they only have to do once in a while written on. Every three months they each draw two each so that way it’s fair who does what. EVERY single time Soda ends up having to clean behind the stove and he’s forever bitter about it because “it looks like a crime scene back there Dar and I know it ain’t just my fault!”

-He and Steve gave each other stick and poke tattoos once but his got SUPER infected. He would’ve had to tell Darry and probably go to the hospital if it weren’t for Evie, who luckily had some training from her tribe’s medicine woman and managed to fix him up.

-Him and Darry do rock paper scissors to decide who has to tell Ponyboy when he has a doctors appointment because Pony always gets SO mad and neither of them wanna deal with him

-Once walked in on Two-bit in an, ahem, compromising position, and hasn’t been the same since

-He used to socially drink pretty often but stopped when he realised how much drunk him really wanted to kiss Steve on the mouth

-Started drinking socially again when sober him kissed Steve on the mouth and the world didn’t end

-He draws faces on the eggs in the fridge, partially because he just finds it fun, but also because it always gets Darry to smile and shake his head fondly, and there isn’t enough that makes Darry smile these days

-Darry made him promise when he first started work full-time that he’d keep half his pay check for himself. He promised, but only ever keeps about 10% of what he makes as spending money. He’s determined to make sure neither Darry nor Ponyboy ever find out

-Wishes he was a bit more like either of his brothers, because even though he loves them more than anything, they have more in common with each other than they willl ever have with him and sometimes he feels like the odd man out in his own family, especially now his mom and dad are gone

-Had asthma as a kid but he grew out of it by the time he turned 10

[pumpkinsy0]

Can we get more hc's of curly helping pony with his seasonal depression? I love these two so much and your headcanons give me LIFE

WOOOOO HURT/COMFORT YEAAAAA RAHHHHHH

•ponys seasonal depression is like, whatever time was where his parents died, and i say that time and not where johnny and dally died bc generally speaking, ponys healing from their deaths, however id say when it comes to his parents deaths, he never rlly talks about it that much and kinda sweeps it under these other things???idk how to explain it

•BUT id say that pony never actually took the time to heal from his parents dying bc sm happened and at some point it kinda just hit him hard

NOW ONTO CURLY HELPING WOOO

•he did notice some differences in pony around the time but he thought that it would pass, and it did, but it always came back, he noticed that pattern

•as much as curly would love to go outside and fuck around to make pony happy, idk i think he’d respect that he just doesnt wanna go outside constantly, sometimes pony just wants to lay down and who is he to hate on that

•even when they go outside its nothing too crazy, its to just take a walk or sit in the porch or somethin, gotta get pony some air, cant stay in that stuffy room forever

•curly WILL be taking pony to visit his parents grave, its the least he can do for the grieving guy

•took pony to get some flowers and whatever else he wanted to get to decorate their grave, no jokes or nothin, he really didnt even know what to say to pony to cheer him up

•curly didnt go to the curtis parents’ funeral and therefore didnt rlly get to say his final words to em, so to like to imagine that to help pony in whatever way it does that he talks to em and get what he has to say out, maybe it was to encourage pony to do the same

•he brings pony lil gifts like a cool postcard he stole or a lil trinket

•he lets pony talk about the small things his parents used to do w him, he wasnt that close to them like darry and soda was, but he did have his moments

•ponys mom had a recipe book on top of the cupboard and curly would try to make some of the foods, key word try, he somehow burnt em a lil but its the thought that counts

•pony would mention to curly how he was kind of starting to forget small things about his parents, like how they laughed, how they smelled, that sorta thing, and so curly would VENTURE out to find small things that could remind pony about his parents

•he also got pony to draw his parents for the first time in a while, so he wouldnt forget more what they looked like and he can look back on it

•ALSO YES, he is making sure pony eats something, but its not rlly like a full dinner, maybe something like mac and cheese, something small and simple

UNRELATED, but hc that darrys room is actually just his parents room, darrys barely redecorated it himself bc hes actually so distraught over them still and that room is like a time capsule, thats kinda why nobody ever rlly goes into darrys room, especially pony, they dont wanna be reminded of who used to be there

[lover-girl1]

Hey guys I'm gonna be gone for a while bc I'm with this girl Savannah as you guys can tell by my post but yea me and her are getting really serious we're already past the Physical Affection stage and on are way into the more "Mature Affection" stage And I really want to commit my whole life to this girl so I want to work things with her I wanna be there for her more I wanna try new things with her And right now our relationship is Picture perfect we have 5 classes with each other She goes to my soccer games And hockey after school all the time We don't talk on the phone We talk Face-to-face in person like we meet up anytime we want to see each other or just talk to each other the phone isn't an option anymore she's literally the next street over from my house My grades are finally going up because she's helping me understand things I didn't She lets me go through her phone I let her go through mine We have nothing to hide we're always holding hands or just Giving each other physical attention no matter where we are I comfort her she comforts me We don't fight we don't Argue and if I'm really being honest this is the best girlfriend I've ever had in my whole entire life She's been nothing But kind sweet and caring she's honestly an angel sent from heaven just for me She is the best thing That's ever happened to me I love her so much more than anything or anyone i do plan on proposing to her with a Special Darry ring That you could only buy once in your lifetime for only 1 person Once you buy it you can never buy it again ever But we can't get married until we're 18 so for right now if she says yes she will be my fiancé Until we're 18 We both are really into each other We can't go a day without talking to each other And when we do get Separated all we do is whine about each other to our friends She is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen it's like she's not real she's a dream she's so pretty She looks like a movie star a model in fact I can't get her out of my head she's the first and last thing I think about every Hour Second and minute of the day I'm such a lucky woman to meet her in this lifetime I promise to give Her my everything We're already planning On having kids And moving away when we get older I want to do all the things we planed and not let her down bc she's The best thing that's ever happened to me Her beauty is unreal it's like she's an angel she's a goddess she's so pretty even the sunrise after a rainy night isn't even pretty to me anymore I could just sit there and stare into her diamond blue eyes For the rest of my time here on earth or should i say the rest of my life her shiny Diamond blue eyes her Silly hyper loveable personality her comforting smile her soft kissable lips her perfect white straight teeth her soft Wavy blonde hair her gentle soft smooth hands her small fragile perfect curvy body no matter how Intecure she is I will always love every part of her she will always be perfect to me in my eyes and noting can ever change that, I love how she can fit into my arms perfectly shes not to big not to small not to tall and not even close to being even too short she's just perfect for me in every way possible she says i swooped her off her feet but i feel like its the other way around i mean i was at the lowest point of my life I basically given up on dating i was too scared to give my love and trust to another person but she picked me up off my feet dusted the pain away and taught me so many new things but most importantly how to love and trust again, what more can i asks for shes perfect shes everything i ever wanted, who said dreams couldn't come true hm? literally I used to dream of dating someone like her but here I am dating a Christian country girl with Diamond eyes and a soft smile that I can't help but cry tears of joy knowing that she's mine nobody else's just mine and mine forever till death draws us apart but anyway farewell Tumblr cya sometime in the future<3333

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Can I request headcanons for all the boys with an s/o who giggles and smiles in their sleep? :)

DARRY CURTIS

Darry usually always tries to wait for you to fall asleep before he falls asleep

It’s just something he’s been doing since Pony started having those nightmares, he waits for everyone else to fall asleep before he goes to bed

That’s how he figures about you giggling and smiling

He thinks it’s just the cutest thing ever, it’s perfect on those hard days where he had a lot of work

He gets to come home to you and curl up and see your smile

SODAPOP CURTIS

I cannot emphasize enough how much he loves watching you

Just that sleepy little smile on your face when you’re tangled up with him, he could look at you forever

When you’re asleep, he will card his fingers through your hair or brush his fingers over where you’re ticklish so that he can make you laugh more

He’s going to tease you about it, but not in a mean way

Soda thinks it’s very cute and is going to make sure that you know!

PONYBOY CURTIS

Drawings upon drawings of the way you smile during your sleep

You’re like an angel and Pony is desperately trying to capture of all your beauty in his drawings

It sounds creepy but I swear it’s romantic, he will watch you while you sleep

He likes watching the way your mouth turns up in that smile or the way your nose sort of crinkles when you laugh

By the way, you laugh is easily his favorite sound, by far his favorite and he will always try and get you to laugh

DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas Winston is too Tough™ to care about the way you laugh and smile in your sleep, or so he thinks

He likes to pretend he’s all big and bad but he’s so in love with you and that overrules his tough guy act

If you’re sleeping in his room at Buck’s and you just happen to giggle, this boy turns around so fast from whatever he’s doing to look at you

You smile in your sleep and further turn your face into his chest or the crook of his neck, Dally is dying

He thinks it’s super super cute but will never admit it

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny’s heart flutters every single time you giggle and so if you do it when you’re asleep?

Boy has a heart attack, he cannot handle the cuteness

It’s just so sweet and Johnny just sort of melts

Is the king of having conversation with you when your asleep

He’ll just softly ask you what you’re smiling about, brushing his fingers over your cheek and getting you to smile even wider

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit gets this soft little smile on his face when you laugh in your sleep

He can’t help but pull you closer to himself and tuck your head under his chin to just keep you as close as possible

You’re so very sweet, so very precious and he can’t imagine anything happening to you

He really does love your smiling and giggling in your sleep, but it’s nothing in comparison to when you laugh and smile when you’re awake to him

Two loves seeing the whole expression on your face, loves getting your full reactions so even though he loves your sleepy smile, there’s just something about your fully awake smile

STEVE RANDLE

To Steve, it’s almost like some sort of game

Sure, he thinks you’re awfully cute, those little half-smiles and giggles that light up your face even though you’re asleep

But sometimes he just wants to see how many giggles and smiles he can get from you before you wake up

I think I’ve mentioned that he likes to tickle you so expect to have him tickling your sides

But if you do wake, he acts all innocent and will tuck you against him, giving you sweet kisses to try and prevent you from getting mad at him

TIM SHEPARD

He’ll pretend like it’s nothing, act like he’s unbothered by you

In reality, it takes all he has to not fall apart and just melt whenever he sees your sleepy smile

I think he has trouble falling asleep sometimes, so it’s the perfect opportunity to look at your gorgeous face for a while

You just look so serene and he thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen before

He won’t mention how strongly he feels about your smiles and giggles but you can tell that he thinks you’re cute

CURLY SHEPARD

Curly. Thinks. It's. The. Cutest. Thing. Ever.

Yes, Curly is a tough greaser but he is so very soft when it comes to anything about you

Smile in your sleep and try to move closer to him? Giggle at whatever is running through your dreams and fist your hands tighter in the front of his shirt?

Curly is biting his lip so hard to keep from cooing over how cute you are

He likes to press kisses to your hairline when you’re asleep, that’s one of the ways he can make sure he gets that sleepy smile from you

[teddy06writes]

Masterlist/intro thingy

Hello, I am Teddy06, I write things

Mainly I’ll be covering mcyt, newsies, les mis, marvel, and anything else I feel like covering

I guess about me, I’ve been running this tumblr since November of 2020, I got huge in one category, left for a bit, and then came back!

I’ve sort of revamped everything, and I may not be super active, but I will when I can

I write what I want {nothing nsfw, other than that, nothing huge, but I have the right to refuse something}

master list under the cut

Teddy06′s (totally not scuffed) masterlist! 

Originals!!!!:

Curiosity Killed The Cat

Trial Run

Escapril 2022:

What’s Really Inside Me

A separation 

Faces Of The Past

Mr. Future Nobody

The Four Pillars

Cynic

Newsies: 

Davey x reader:

  Everyone needs a break sometimes

Race Higgins: 

Protect You

Spot Conlon: 

How Unreasonable 

Les Amis: 

Young!Jean ValJean:

Of Stolen Bread and Broken Glass  (mini part two)

Dead Poets Society: 

Charlie Dalton’s Annual Dead Poets Holiday Party: Halloween Edition

Diner Days

Everything Falls Apart

Study Session

Repercussions 

Dating the poets hcs

Neil Perry: 

Music Of The Night

Why’d I Guess The Ending?

Anywhere... Just Not Home

Happiness  

Here For You 

A Quiet Moment

Everyone But You

Todd Anderson: 

Favorite Poet

Surprise Cuddle Sessions

Friday Night Fun, Monday Meetings

Steven Meeks: 

Of Little Love Poems, Secret Admirers, and Anonymous Notes

Charlie Dalton:

Friends To Lovers hcs

The Outsiders: 

Being the fourth Curtis Brother hcs

Dallas Winston: 

Never Fall In Love Again

No Matter What

Ghost Stories

Late Nights By The Fire

Oh How The Turn Tables

People Watching

Sodapop Curis:

Golden 

Too old? Yeah Right!

Two-bit Mathews:

I’ll Try

Too Old? Yeah right!

Spookey-est place on earth

Darry Curtis:

Pumpkin Spice Everything

Hot Tea Heals the Soul

Johnny Cade: 

Protective

Cool Calm And Collected-- Until He Smiles

Steve Randle: 

1955 Chevy DelRay

Jally: 

Take Me Back To The Night We Met

DallyPop: 

I told You It Was A Dumbass Plan

Marvel: 

Stucky:

Perfect Performances

Bruce Banner: 

Rush E

MCYT: 

Greek Myth Series: 

Hades and Persephone 

Eros and Psyche part one

Eros And Psyche part two

General:

Saint Bernard

Wilbur Soot x reader:

Noisy Neighbors

The Night Has A Thousand Eyes

friend of a friend

Do you Permit it?

Karl Jacobs x reader: 

Some unspoken Thing

protective  karl x transmale!reader

survivor debate

thrifting

winning a date

Karl x reader with separation anxiety hcs

Karl x reader who repeats phrases

Karl reacting to you playing with his hair

Sapnap x Reader: 

Rainy days

A bit sapnap x greek!reader

coming out  Sapnap x genderfluid!reader

Attached at the hip

Fight The World For You  sapnap x transmale!reader

Pirate/mermaid au

Eret x reader: 

Bad Day

Stuffed Animal Stand In

Why Would I be?

Quackity x reader:

introduction to the fans

Drawing

picnic date

Cocoa and Cuddles

Protective Q  quackity x reader with tics

Telepathy part one part two

You’re a dumbass, and thats why I love you

A Night In Las Vegas

You Didn’t Need Us Then, We Don’t Need You Now {Part one}

What Could Have Been Was Good, But What We Have Now Is Better {part two}

A Thousand Little Moments (That Helped me heal) {part three}

Quackity x reader who repeats phrases

Blackjack  platonic!quacity x teen!reader

Quackity reacting to you playing with his hair

Fundy x reader: 

Even on the Darkest Nights

Helping hand

There For You

Gonna Fix It

Touch Starved

Fundy x bunnyHybrid!reader hcs

Awesamdude x reader:

Late nights

nightmares

bad day

Locked Away (part one)

Free (part two)

Here For You sam x autistic!reader

Through Thick And Thin

Platonic! Ranboo x reader:

Family

BeeDuo and Reader Meet up hcs

BeeDuo and Mooshroomhybrid!reader

Dream:

To Talk to a crush

It was yours, why does it have to be mine? (part one)

It Didn’t change, but you did (part two)

get away with it

Flower Fields We Wished Could Last Forever

Of Lost Things, Iron Rings, And People With Wings (part one)

Of April Showers, May Flowers, and something else that ends in owers (part two)

Potentially very triggering fic

You’re Coming Down With Me

Who Knew Being A Youtuber Was Dangerous

Dream XD:

Hcs

Glitch

C!Technoblade: 

Techno x reader who repeats phrases

Platonic! Purpled:

Bother Figure 

Platonic!Minors gang:

A day in the life

Karlnap x reader:

Fully Functioning tricycle 

Doodles

KarlQuack x reader:

Meet up stream

Long days, Sometimes Longer Nights

Karlnapity x reader:

Seed of Doubt

Vidcon is Exhausting 

snow day!

Falling apart (part one)

Pulling together (part two)

Flea Market Fiasco 

Career day

getting together 

slip and fall

Come Back Home

coming out  The boys x  nonbinary!reader

pillow fort the boys x male!reader

Hurt

Karpnapity x little!reader

chaos family  the boys x fem!reader

meeting the fans  the boys x adhd!reader

jealousy 

Sensory overload  the boys x autistic!reader

Theme park days

spontaneous road trip

hold me?

afternoon meals the boys x adhd!reader

Karlnapity x ramhybrid!reader hcs

Karlnapity x ace!reader

bad day cuddles

three, actually

eventful beach trips

Period. 

Simple Comforts

In The Dead Of Night, He’s Still There

Dreamnotfound x reader:

Snapped

for his hand (part one)

Out of there grasp (updated) (part two) 

Together at Last

In The Dead Of Night He’s Still There

Poly dream team x reader: 

Midnight date night

A dangerous game (part one)

with ghastly consequences (part two) 

midnight shopping

Dreamnap x reader: 

late night fight

Jelousy; Turning Saints Into The Sea

You’re Perfect

Phantom Of The Opera AU

Dreamnotkarlnapity

Protective

Post Lore Movie Night

Bloody Noses

Take a break

Thalasaphobia

A Simple Sorry

Perfect

Dreambur

Hcs

[dallaswinstonsleatherjacket]

Ok so the prompt isn’t mine.

But the prompt is “are you drawing me?” I remembered that it’s canon that dallas is a super good artist, so I thought maybe

Before they get together, soda walking in on Dallas drawing him, and Dallas confesses his love since he doesn’t feel like lying to soda about why he’s been drawing him

OK IM SORRY ITS REALLY BAD BUT I LOVE THIS PROMPT AND I NEEDED PROMPTS SO-

Dallys fingers itched for a pencil. He needed to draw, he needed to get something out of his system.

He figured Pony had some paper or something, that kid was always drawing or writing. Movies and books, like Darry had said. Movies and books.

Standing up and striding out of the Curtis living room, he walked down the hall towards the room Pony and Soda shared. It was empty, and Dally sighed to himself as he opened one of the drawers of the old wooden desk that was against one wall, grabbing a sheet of paper, and a pencil from the top of the desk.

His mind didn't register what he was drawing really, his fingers flew across the page, sketching out something his mind apparently went to right away. He didn't know quite what he was doing, honestly, but it must have been twenty minutes before he heard someone behind him. 

“Dal?” Soda said, and he spun around. He hadn't even realized he was still standing, leaning over the paper on the desk.

“Soda. Sorry, didn't mean to-”

“Nah, man, you're fine. Just startled me, that's all. Whatcha drawin?”

Dally shrugged and looked down at his paper. He didn't know-oh god.

 It was Soda, of course it was him. It was always Soda.

“Well?” Soda was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him expectantly. “What is it?”

“You.” The words left Dally's mouth before he could even comprehend what he had said, and then he internally yelled at himself. Creepy fucking stalker, drawing him-

“Me?” Soda said, grinning. “Let me see that.”

It was like he never thought anyone thought about him, Dally thought to himself as he handed the paper over. God, if only he knew…

“Holy crap, it is me. Wow, Dal…” Sodas voice trailed off. Then; “Wow,” again, softer this time. 

“Not much of an artist,” Dally said hastily, setting the pencil back on Ponys desk and shoving his hands in his pockets, standing there awkwardly.

“No, no, I love it. That's..wow.” Soda shook his head. “But why me, you know? Im not-”

“You’re cute,” Dally said simply, and then he thought he could have died right then and there. God, he needed to get better at conversation. 

Sodas cheeks reddened, and he grinned to himself, looking down at the paper again. 

“T-thanks, Dal. Means a lot-coming from you, I mean-not like-well not like-” He was blushing redder now, stuttering a little as franticly tried to backtrack.

“No, I like-I don't-” Dally tried, but he was just making it more confusing and Soda had stood up.

“I didn't-”

“No, I know-”

Dally didn't know who had started it, who began it, but they suddenly had their lips pressed up against one another's, and Dally felt like he was flying.

Sodas hands went up to Dally's face, running a gentle finger over his cheek and the scar that ran there, Dally didn't know what to do with himself, he placed his hands on Sodas hips, pulling him closer into him and sighing with content into Sodas lips.

They pulled apart after a while, Sodas head was resting on Dally's shoulder, his eyes partially closed.

“God-I've wanted to do that forever…” Dally muttered, running a hand through Soda’s hair.

“Me too,” Soda mumbled into Dally's neck, leaving a gentle kiss there that made Dally shiver a little and pull him closer. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…” Soda closed his eyes, inhaling the smell of Dally, pure Dally, and he swore he had never felt happier.

[kats-blogg]

So I wrote a thing inspired by @naturallesbian. It’s from pony’s perspective. After Johnny and dally die, he finds a journal his mom gave him.

Hey mom,

I reopened that notebook you got me. After everything that’s happened, I didn’t think I’d be able to. I thought for sure it would sit on my shelf, collecting dust while life carried on, the memories becoming distant.

Darry thought I should, actually. He said it would be good for me, after all that’s happened. The cover almost felt heavy, like the reminder of all the losses I got every time I went to the lot, or passed the Dairy Queen.

I opened it, and began to flip though the pages. I rediscovered poems I wrote about beautiful things I saw: the worn buildings on the way to school, the sunset colored trees. I found doodles and intricate drawings I had long forgotten about.

Then i saw you. Your radiant smile that pencil and paper could never properly capture. You were cooking together. Dad was there too actually. You were happy, he was happy, and despite us barely making ends meet, everything felt right. The kitchen probably had a warm, happy feeling words can never describe. I bet there was laughter, and the kitchen probably smelled good, like it always did when you cooked. I miss those moments.

I kept flipping, and came upon my most recent drawing. It was a sunrise. Orange and gold and red and purple. I remember drawing this after windrixville, after sitting with Johnny, watching the sun making the dew glimmer and the fog roll over the hill.

Johnny. He didn’t deserve to die. Neither did Dallas. I wished I could’ve watched one last sunset with them, and showed dally that there was good in the world if you looked hard enough.

I want to stop wishing. I want Dallas and Johnny to be here. I want you and dad to be here. I want those happy moments to last forever. I wish I could make those wishes come true.

I flipped the page. It was blank. Unpredictable, unknowing. I picked up my pencil and began to draw. I began to draw you and your radiant smile. I found myself drawing dad too. I drew Johnny next, and he was just fine, not a scratch on him. Finally I drew Dallas. Dallas and white-blond hair and his grin and his elf like features. He was ok too. You were ok and dad was ok and Johnny was ok and Dallas was ok. Everyone was ok and life was good.

[darriness]

Klaine Fic - Season of Happiness

Author: darriness

Rating: Explicit

Category: AU

Word Count: 11,172

Summary: A Christmas with the Anderson’s - what could possibly go wrong?

Author’s Note: So I started watching Happiest Season the other day and got inspired! I have only watched an hour of the movie though so far. Once it sparked this fic idea, I wanted to run with it without having to think about how closely it aligned with the movie. So any similarities, especially near the end, are coincidental. That being said, there are two lines from the movie I used in my fic word for word because I loved them so much (if you want to know which they are just ask and I'll tell you - I take no credit for them). As always this fic was beta'd by the lovely @darrenismydarcy but any left over errors are completely my fault! Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

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“There it is. There it is.” Blaine Anderson pants as he rocks his hips. Kurt Hummel, the man currently on the receiving end of Blaine’s thrusting hips, puts his hands into his hair as his noises become more desperate. He is so. Close. And Blaine knows it.

“Oh God, Blaine.” Kurt moans.

“Come on. Come. Come around my cock.” It’s those growled words that do it. Kurt feels everything in him tighten before it releases in blinding light and sparks.

He is aware of Blaine’s almost pained groan above him and after the initial wave of sensation is over, Kurt makes the concerted effort to squeeze his muscles as Blaine continues to thrust.

“Coming.” Blaine announces in a strained voice as he stills and Kurt hums at the pulsing sensation deep inside.

They are still but for their panting breath for several moments afterwards. Kurt is enjoying the little sparks of sensation still zinging all over his body and he has a feeling Blaine is about five seconds away from collapsing on top of him.

4, 3, 2, 1…

Blaine lets out a huff and his arms collapse under him so he’s lying on Kurt’s chest. Kurt smirks - he knows his boyfriend. Kurt brings his hands up to run them absently along Blaine’s sweaty back as the other man rests his cheek on Kurt’s sternum. He knows sooner rather than later Blaine will have to get up to dispose of the condom, but for now he’s going to wait until he can feel his extremities a little more and just enjoy this moment.

Six months in and it seems to only get better.

He met Blaine in a coffee shop, of all cliche places. Witty banter and flirty, coy smiles were exchanged and just like that Kurt had himself a date for the evening. Six months later finds the twenty-four year old men living together in Kurt’s small but impressively decorated one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn and more in love than either can really comprehend.

Kurt is forever thankful that he decided to stop at that particular coffee shop before work all those months ago.

Blaine brings him back to the present with a groan as he pushes off Kurt to quickly dispose of the condom before pulling the blanket up to cover them both and snuggling back in beside Kurt.

“Love you.” Blaine whispers.

Kurt turns with a smile, enjoying the way the passing lights from the street outside cause the light to play on Blaine’s beautiful face, “Love you, too.” He answers back.

Blaine gives a small smile, “And thanks for letting me do that.”

The comment makes Kurt actually laugh out loud, which makes Blaine’s smile grow bigger.

“You say that like it never happens.” Kurt says after he’s done laughing, “I’ve let you fuck me quite a few times.”

Blaine shrugs, “Yeah, but you much prefer to fuck me.” 

It’s Kurt’s turn to shrug, “Fair point. But it’s not like I only let you top on your birthday and Christmas or anything. And don’t pretend you don’t prefer it the other way.”

Blaine smirks, “You are very talented with your hips.” He concedes which does wonders for Kurt’s ego, “But it’s close enough to Christmas so the whole ‘only let me fuck you on Christmas’ thing could hold water.”

Kurt snorts and rolls his eyes before looking back at Blaine who suddenly has a serious expression on his face.

“Speaking of Christmas…” Blaine starts and Kurt’s eyes widen slightly.

It’s not like he hadn’t been expecting this conversation. They’ve been dating for six months and living together for one. It’s the middle of December. He’s actually surprised the topic of their first Christmas together hadn’t come up sooner.

“Yes.” Kurt says, slowly.

Blaine bites his lip, “I was wondering if you’d...come to my parents place for the holiday.”

Something in Kurt’s chest instinctively tightens. Meeting the parents. For Christmas. It’s a lot.

It’s not like Kurt’s never met a boyfriend’s parents. He’s had two major relationships in his twenty-four years, both lasting two years, and he met the parents both times. It’s just that...the meeting hadn’t gone overly well either time. In fact, the disaster that was meeting Ethan’s parents was what had caused him and Kurt to break up.

It’s not that Kurt doesn’t want to meet Blaine’s parents - he and Blaine are serious enough to warrant a meeting for sure - he had just been hoping to avoid it a little bit longer.

He must not be answering quickly enough because Blaine picks his head up from where it had been resting on Kurt’s chest with a furrowed brow, “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I know it’s a big step.”

Looking into Blaine’s round, large, hazel eyes, Kurt finds his heart melting and he smiles despite his misgivings, “I would love to spend Christmas with your family.” He says and the bright smile Blaine gives him is enough to know he’s made the right decision.

-- -- --

“No, Dad, I already told you. Blaine’s parents live in Westerville. We’ll spend Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with them and then we’ll drive to Lima and spend Christmas afternoon and the twenty-sixth with you and Carole.” Kurt is saying to his dad as he finishes packing his bag.

It’s not the first conversation he’s had with his father about the subject. This won’t be the first Christmas Kurt has had to divide his time, but it’s definitely not the norm, and Burt Hummel is having a difficult time with it.

His father coughs before grumbling, “Couldn’t it be the other way around?” 

Kurt sighs and pauses in his packing, “Dad,” He says, “I already told you this, too. Blaine’s parents and brother are flying out to LA on Christmas Day.”

Burt sighs, “I know you told me, I just...want you here.”

Kurt pouts a little, “I know, Dad. But it’s the only way to make it work without Blaine and I spending Christmas apart. And it’s just easier to get both ‘meeting the parent’ moments out of the way.”

Burt huffs, “So now I’m something to be gotten ‘out of the way’?”

Kurt looks up at the ceiling, “Daaaaad.” He all but whines and this time Burt laughs.

“I’m just joking about that last one.” He says and Kurt feels some of the tension leave him, “Promise me you’ll FaceTime me on Christmas Eve at some point?” Burt asks.

Kurt nods, “Of course. Will Finn be around to help you figure out how to work FaceTime?” He asks.

“Hey now…” Burt says in warning and then the father and son are laughing.

“I’d better go, Dad.” Kurt says, “But I’ll see you in a few days.” 

-- -- --

Kurt drums his fingers on the window ledge of the car as he looks out at the trees passing them by. They’ve been on the road for a few hours and while Kurt doesn’t necessarily want to speed up the time it takes to get to Blaine’s house and the meeting of his parents, he also wouldn’t mind if this car ride was shorter.

For whatever reason, Blaine has been tense the entire time. He’s kept both of his hands on the wheel, even going so far as to pull his hand back when Kurt had gone to grab it and bring it into his own lap, and he hasn’t said more than a single sentence in the last hour. Kurt has tried to ask if everything is okay but he just gets a nod and tight smile in return.

This can’t be a good start to this whole thing.

He figures Blaine is just nervous as well though, and decides not to push. He hums along with the radio and watches the scenery pass them by.

His phone rings in his pocket at one point and Kurt pulls it out to see his best friend Elliot’s name on the screen. He smiles as he turns the radio down and answers the call.

“Hey! Settling in okay?” He asks. He notices Blaine’s eyes flick from the road over to Kurt briefly before returning to look straight ahead.

“Definitely. Your place is amazing.” Elliot says. Kurt had asked Elliot to house sit while they were gone. It may only be four days, but Kurt wanted someone there in case something went wrong. Elliot would be staying in New York for the holidays and Kurt and Blaine’s apartment is only ten minutes from Elliot’s parents house. It worked perfectly, “But please tell me you changed your sheets before you left.”

Kurt lets out a laugh and lays his head back on the headrest, “Yes, we changed the sheets before we left.” He looks over to see Blaine smirk slightly.

“Excellent.” Elliot says, “So, on a scale of one to ten, how nervous are you right now?”

Kurt sighs and looks over at Blaine again who hasn’t looked away from the road but seems to be even more tense than before, “Like eleven.” Kurt confesses, “But I gotta go, El. We’ll talk soon.”

“Okay, but just do me one favour?” Elliot says.

“What’s that?” Kurt asks.

“Don’t pass up the opportunity to fuck that boy in his Star Wars sheets.”

Kurt can’t help but laugh out loud which draws Blaine’s attention, “Bye Elliot!” Kurt sings into the phone before hanging up on his laughing friend. He smiles down at the phone before turning to find Blaine’s eyes still on him. When their eyes connect, Blaine looks away and back to the road.

Kurt lays his head on the headrest, “Do you...have Star Wars sheets in your childhood bedroom?” He asks.

Blaine’s face scrunches in confusion before he shakes his head, “No. They’re green and burgundy.” He says.

“Damn.” Kurt whispers with a smirk.

“Why?” Blaine asks.

Kurt shakes his head, “Never mind.” Blaine isn’t in the mood for jokes right now Kurt can tell. He sighs and looks out the window, setting himself up for another few hours of silence.

A few moments later, Blaine sighs roughly, “Kurt...I have to tell you something.”

Kurt looks over at him in concern, “What’s up?” He asks.

Blaine presses his lips together and shakes his head before he sighs again, “I figured I should let you know, before we get to my parents place that….they don’t know we’re a couple.”

Kurt’s face pulls together in confusion, “What? They don’t? You haven’t told them we’re together?” 

Blaine shakes his head, “No.”

Kurt immediately gets a bad feeling but he pushes it aside. Their romance has been a bit of a whirlwind and Blaine doesn’t really talk to his family so maybe he’s just waiting to tell them when they get there?

“So they’re going to find out we’re a couple when we get there?” Kurt clarifies.

Blaine swallows, “Not...exactly.”

Kurt begins to panic just a little, “Okay...you need to start saying more words.”

Blaine sighs and brings one hand from the wheel to rub his eyes, “I haven’t told my parents we’re together because...I haven’t told my parents I’m gay.”

Kurt feels all the air around him leave the car. He feels a tightness in his chest that makes him want to bring a hand up to massage it away. 

He’s about to go into a home where not only does no one know he and Blaine are a couple but where no one knows Blaine is even gay. What in God’s name did he get himself into here?

He tries to tamp down his feeling of panic, considering the look of absolute nausea on Blaine’s face. He loves this man. There has to be a reason.

He swallows and shakes his head to clear it before turning to Blaine, “So...who do they think I am to you?”

Blaine looks over at him and squints, “You don’t want to know why my family doesn’t know I’m gay?”

“Oh, we’ll get to that.” Kurt says and Blaine winces, “But I need time to process what they think I am to you.”

Blaine shrugs, “They think you’re my roommate. That I moved in six months ago to help with the expenses.”

“Moved into my one bedroom apartment?” Kurt asks, incredulously. 

Blaine winces again, “They don’t know it’s a one bedroom.”

Kurt sighs, “So, they’re just okay with your gay roommate crashing their Christmas?” Kurt is really getting tired of Blaine’s winces, “What?” He asks, annoyed.

“They...think you’re straight.” Blaine says.

Kurt just stares at him for a moment before huffing and gesturing to himself, “Oh yeah, you know everyone always tells me how much of a straight man I come across as!”

“Kurt, I didn’t know what to do! I was going to tell them before I brought you, but then my dad has this really important investor meeting tomorrow and I didn’t want to rock any boats before that. It’s important.” Blaine argues.

“And I’m not?” Kurt asks, hurt. He’s hurt. That’s the emotion he’s settled on. He’s hurt that Blaine didn’t feel enough about their relationship to tell his parents.

Blaine sighs and suddenly he’s pulling the car over. He puts them in park when he’s reached the shoulder and turns so his hand is resting on Kurt’s headrest and one of his knees is pulled up onto the seat.

“Kurt, you are the most important thing to me.” Blaine says and Kurt can’t deny the sincerity in his eyes, “It’s just, my family is...complicated. I’ve known I was gay since I was fourteen and yet I’ve never felt like I could be open and honest with them. But you...you make me want that. You make me want to tell them everything and to finally come out to them and live as authentically in their presence as I do everywhere else.”

Kurt crosses his arms and pouts but...Blaine’s got a point. It’s not like Blaine’s in the closet. Far from it. Their life in New York is as out as it can be, and for the most part they enjoy the same life any other couple does. There has to be a good reason why Blaine isn’t out to his family and Kurt doesn’t have the right to judge him for that.

He also gets a warm feeling in his stomach at Blaine’s words. Their relationship is making Blaine want to be open with his parents!

Kurt rolls his head on the headrest to look at Blaine, “I understand.” He says and he can see Blaine relax a little in relief, “But,” Kurt starts and Blaine looks back at him, “and not to sound at all like a bad teen movie or like I’m pressuring you at all, when were you planning on telling them?”

Blaine smiles even as he swallows nervously, “Christmas Eve. After my Dad’s dinner.”

Kurt looks at Blaine, the man he’s come to love over the past six months, and smiles, “Okay. I can play your straight roommate for one day.”

Blaine laughs and lets his head drop in seeming relief before smiling up at Kurt, “You are my favourite person.” He says, crossing the divide of the centre console to kiss Kurt.

Kurt kisses him back before pulling back to say, “I expect so much sex to make up for this though.” 

Blaine laughs and lets his head drop on Kurt’s shoulder. After a moment, he picks it up to glance at the road around them. He seems to be considering something before he shrugs and smirks at Kurt, “Might as well start now.” He says, reaching for Kurt’s fly and lowering his head.

Kurt thinks about protesting but...they’re on a fairly deserted stretch of highway and, Oh God, Blaine’s mouth is magnificent.

-- -- --

“Blaine!” Mrs. Anderson shrieks as she pulls open the door Kurt and Blaine stand in front of. She’s a small woman, shorter than Blaine, with dark brown hair pulled back into a bun. She’s dressed immaculately for being home at 1 pm and Kurt can respect her for that.

She pulls Blaine into a hug and kisses both of his cheeks before pulling back and turning to Kurt, “You must be Kurt!” She says, reaching her hand out.

Kurt takes it, noting its delicacy, before smiling shyly, “I am. Thank you so much for having me, Mrs. Anderson.”

Mrs. Anderson waves a hand and laughs, “It’s no trouble. We couldn’t very well let you spend Christmas on your own!”

Kurt turns to Blaine, wondering what story Blaine had given his parents that he hadn’t filled Kurt in on. Blaine shrugs and smiles a little. Kurt will have to ask him later. He also notes that unlike his father, who had told all of Kurt’s friends and boyfriends to call him Burt, Mrs. Anderson hadn’t extended the same offer.

“Come in boys! You can get settled into your rooms before your dad gets home from work and Cooper, Amelia, and the kids get in.” Mrs. Anderson says, gesturing them into the house.

The outside of the house is nothing compared to the inside and the outside was quite spectacular. It’s more an estate then a simple house and Kurt had lost his breath for a second at the sheer size of the exterior. Inside, the house is perfectly and elegantly decorated. Kurt takes in the fine fabrics, crystal adornments, and beautiful artwork. It’s a show piece of a house, that’s for sure.

It’s after Kurt’s initial overview of the front rooms he can see that something Mrs. Anderson said catches his attention. Rooms. More than one. He and Blaine won’t be sleeping in the same room. It’s not something that had occurred to him until this moment. Even after Blaine had confessed in the car and then given Kurt the most amazing road head, Kurt had been too floaty to consider that for the next two nights he would be sleeping away from Blaine.

Blaine gives him an apologetic shrug as they are led up the stairs and down the hall. Mrs. Anderson opens a door on the right of the hallway and gestures inside, “Blaine, I washed your sheets so you’re good to go.”

“Thanks Mom.” Blaine says as he, Kurt, and Mrs. Anderson enter the room. It’s not really at all like Kurt had imagined it. It looks less like a teenage boy’s room and more what a design catalogue would tell you a teenage boy’s room should look like. He knows Blaine hasn’t lived in this room for many years, but something tells him not much has changed.

“And Kurt, you’ll be across the hall.” Mrs. Anderson says, gesturing for him to follow.

Kurt does and, indeed, just across the hall from Blaine’s room is a generic guest room. It actually doesn’t look much different from Blaine’s room except it’s lacking in the few personal touches he caught in Blaine’s - no pictures with friends, sports memorabilia, and if Kurt wasn’t mistaken, boxing gloves. The guest room is similar in colour to Blaine’s but it just has a bed, a dresser, and a window seat.

“Looks lovely.” Kurt says with a smile.

Mrs. Anderson smiles and runs a hand along the duvet as Blaine joins them, “Well, I’ll let you boys get settled in and then meet me in the kitchen. I’ve been baking and if you want the chance to decorate anything you might want to do that before Cooper and the kids get here!”

She leaves Kurt and Blaine alone in the guest room and Kurt drops his bag on the bed before turning to Blaine, “We haven’t slept apart in months.” He says.

Blaine puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs, “I know. I’m sorry.”

Kurt puckers his lips in thought, “However...you are just across the hall. I could always,” He starts, sidling up in front of Blaine and grabbing fistfuls of his sweater, “sneak in in the middle of the night.”

Blaine blushes and gulps but is prevented from answering when a loud crash sounds from downstairs followed by a booming voice, “I’m home!”

Blaine looks over his shoulder, “That would be my brother.” He says.

Kurt nods, dropping his hands and stepping back, “Well, then, let’s go say hello.”

-- -- --

Cooper Anderson, as Kurt is discovering after one afternoon in his presence, is just as handsome as his brother but so much more egotistical. Kurt hasn’t been able to finish a sentence while they decorate cookies without Cooper interrupting and providing a personal anecdote. 

Blaine spends most of the afternoon rolling his eyes at his brother’s shenanigans while simultaneously playing footsies with Kurt under the table.

Cooper’s kids seem sweet enough. He’s got a five-year-old son named Dylan and an eight-year-old daughter named Ella. They laugh at Kurt’s jokes and politely ask for icing or candies to put on their cookies. Kurt counts those as wins. Cooper’s wife, Amelia, is quiet but pleasant.

Overall, it’s not a horribly spent afternoon.

Kurt does have to stop himself from reaching over for Blaine’s hand, or pressing a kiss to Blaine’s temple when he passes him something though. All the little things that have become commonplace in their interactions are now things he has to stop himself from doing. He’s never had to think this hard about how he interacts with Blaine, or anyone for that matter.

Blaine’s father comes home around 6 pm and their interaction is brief, void of emotion, but not hostile.

“Blaine, glad you’re home.” Mr. Anderson says, patting his son on the back after hugging Cooper, the kids, and Amelia.

Blaine nods, “Good to be home, Dad.” He says before gesturing to Kurt, “Dad, meet Kurt. My...roommate. Kurt, this is my dad, Bill Anderson.” Kurt is sure he’s the only one who catches the hesitation before ‘roommate’.

Mr. Anderson smiles benignly and reaches a hand forward, “Good to meet you, Kurt.” He says.

Kurt smiles, “Thank you for having me, Mr. Anderson.”

Mr. Anderson nods and then he’s gone. To his office Blaine informs Kurt. Kurt is fine with that. He felt a little as if he had just met a politician - all show but no substance.

Dinner that evening is a quiet affair. They order pizza which bemuses Kurt considering the posh surroundings he finds himself in, but he’s glad for the more relaxed meal.

When it’s time to get ready for bed, he and Blaine stand at the sinks in one of the upstairs washrooms brushing their teeth.

“So, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Blaine asks after he spits.

Kurt finishes a swipe of his toothbrush and spits himself before wiping his mouth with a towel and smiling, “Your family is really nice.” He says.

Blaine shrugs, “I mean, I know Cooper is a bit self-centred but he means well for the most part.”

Kurt nods as he inspects his skin in the mirror, “I can see that.”

Blaine sighs and places both hands on the vanity, “Why do I feel like we’re fighting?”

Kurt’s eyes widen and he turns to look at Blaine in alarm, “We’re fighting?” He asks.

Blaine’s eyes widen incredulously, “All day, since I told you about my family not knowing, I feel like you’ve been distant with me. And I thought you were okay with everything but now I’m not sure and just...tell me if we’re fighting.”

Kurt’s brow pinches, “I’ve been distant?” He asks and Blaine nods, “Well, of course I have! If I’m not distant then I kiss you randomly in the middle of cookie decorating, or drag you onto the first horizontal surface when you start playing footsies with me. I am fighting my every instinct right now so...yeah, maybe I seem a little distant. But I’m not mad at you. I’m trying to follow your wishes.”

Blaine looks at Kurt through the mirror with a pout on his face before he sighs and turns to pull Kurt to him. He buries his face in Kurt’s chest and wraps his arms around his waist. Kurt sighs and wraps his own arms around Blaine’s neck.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…” He pauses.

“Nervous?” Kurt asks.

Blaine nods into his chest before pulling back to look at him, “You make me want to be brave, Kurt. You make me want them to know about me. About us. But I’m also scared shitless of how they’re going to react.”

Kurt runs his fingers along Blaine’s hairline before smiling softly, “Can you do me a favour?” He asks.

Blaine nods, “Anything.”

“Don’t...tell them for me.” Blaine’s brow furrows in confusion and Kurt goes on, “Tell them because you want them to know you better. Don’t tell them because you want to prove something to me, or because you think I want you to. Do I love the fact that we’re both basically in the closet this weekend? Absolutely not.” Blaine blushes, “But,” Kurt continues, “Coming out shouldn’t be something you do on anyone’s timeline but your own, or for anyone else but yourself. I’ll still be here. Our life in New York will still be there.”

Blaine is nodding and Kurt can see tears forming in his eyes, “I love you so much.” Blaine whispers.

Kurt smiles, “I love you, too.” He says softly, “Now, let’s go to bed. Because the sooner everyone else is asleep the sooner I can sneak into your room.”

Blaine’s laugh makes Kurt’s heart feel lighter.

-- -- -- 

“Wait, you’re telling me Blaine’s still in the closet?” Elliot asks later that night. Kurt lies in the comfortable enough but nothing like his and Blaine’s own bed with his phone to his ear. He’s waiting for an appropriate time to sneak across the hall. He figures sometimes around 1 am should be sufficient.

Kurt sighs, “With his family, yeah.” He says, “He’s scared how they will react.”

“So, who do they think you are?” Elliot asks.

“His straight roommate.” Kurt whispers.

There’s silence on the other end of the line before Elliot coughs, “His family has met gay people before, right? Because, I love you honey, but passing...you are not.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, “They’ve known a gay person for twenty-four years and had no idea. I don’t think their gaydar is functioning properly. And I resent the insinuation that I can’t pass!”

Elliot chuckles, “I’m not saying you’re inability to pass is a bad thing! I admire you! I just can’t imagine how repressed these people are to look at you and think ‘Yes, I can believe this man has vaginal intercourse on the regular.’”

Kurt grimaces at the turn of phrase.

“You just grimaced at my use of the words ���vaginal intercourse’, didn’t you?” Elliot says, knowingly.

Kurt sighs, “He’s just not ready to come out to his family.”

“I’m sorry, Kurt, but that’s a giant red flag.” Elliot says, but before Kurt can argue Elliot continues, “Look, I know coming out is a person’s own journey, but for him to be out in every other way other than his family? Something weird has to be going on. Do you really want to be in the middle of all that drama?”

It’s not like Kurt hasn’t thought of that. No matter the reason, Blaine’s family finding out he’s gay after all these years is bound to cause some drama. Does Kurt really want to be in the middle of it when it happens?

“I love him, Elliot.” Kurt answers and to him, that’s all the answer he needs to give, “And besides,” Kurt says with a shrug, “it’s kind of fun ‘sneaking’ around. There’s a delicious, albeit frustrating, tension.”

Elliot hums, “Well, you know there is nothing more erotic than concealing your authentic selves.”

“Elliot…” Kurt grumbles.

“All right, all right. That’s my last comment for the night. You know I always support you, right?” Elliot asks.

Kurt smiles, “I do. And that’s why I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Elliot says, “And your apartment. Have I mentioned how much I love your apartment?”

Kurt laughs, “Once or twice.” He glances at the clock, “Oooh! I should go. Blaine’s family should be asleep by now. I’m going to go get lucky.”

Elliot chuckles, “Enjoy!”

After Kurt hangs up, he sits on the bed without moving, listening intently to the sounds of the house around him. All is quiet so he very quietly gets out of bed and tip toes across the hall. He can honestly say this is the first time he’s had to sneak into a boyfriend’s bedroom. He figured at twenty-four the chance for that experience had passed him by. Obviously he’d been mistaken.

He eases Blaine’s door open and peaks inside. For all he knows, Blaine’s asleep himself.

He’s not though and Kurt smiles as he sees Blaine sitting up against the headboard of his childhood bed. His feet shuffle happily beneath the sheets when he sees Kurt and with the almost innocent smile on his face, Kurt has a flash of what it may have been like to know Blaine when they were sixteen and doing this exact same thing back then.

“You came!” Blaine enthuses quietly.

Kurt chuckles as he eases into the room and closes the door behind him, “You are too adorable.”

Blaine shrugs a coy shoulder and looks up at Kurt through his lashes, “Adorable or sexy?”

Kurt smirks, “Adorable.” He says, “But that doesn’t mean I���m not also going to come over there and devour you.”

Blaine’s mouth pouts around a smile, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Nothing, Kurt thinks. I’m waiting for nothing.

He stalks to the bed and crawls up to kiss Blaine. Blaine sucks in a breath and cups his hands under Kurt’s jaw as he kisses back. It’s heated from the very start and Kurt’s hands smooth down Blaine’s sides as he straddles Blaine’s legs.

“I have been wanting to do that all day.” Kurt says when they pull back.

Blaine smirks, “I’m pretty sure even if my family knew about me, and us, you wouldn’t have been able to do THAT in front of them.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, “Can we not talk about your family when I’m trying to turn you on?”

Blaine sits up slightly and brings his mouth close to Kurt’s. He doesn’t kiss him but lets warm air puff across his lips, “You don’t have to try. I’ve been turned on all day.”

Kurt groans and presses their lips together while simultaneously grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Their lips barely disengage during the act and even more impressively they somehow find their way to a horizontal position without stopping the kiss either.

Kurt lines up their hips and presses down slightly into the hardening flesh he feels below him. Blaine lets out a stuttering moan before bracing his feet flat on the bed and returning the thrust.

Kurt hasn’t engaged in clothed frottage since college, and the dirty innocence of the act causes a shiver to run up his spine in the most delicious way. Everything about Blaine turns him on.

He’s just considering how best to get Blaine naked without stopping the delicious grind when somehow, over the noise of their breath, he hears a tap at the door.

He sits up like a shot and his eyes widen down at Blaine. Blaine for his part, pushes up onto his elbows with a disgruntled look on his face.

“Why’d you…” Kurt shushes him with a finger to his mouth and jerks a thumb over his shoulder to the door. 

There’s another tap on the door and this time Blaine’s eyes widen.

“Blaine?” It’s Blaine’s father. Coming to his door at 1 a.m. and Kurt is currently straddling his son. His straight son for all Mr. Anderson knows.

Kurt and Blaine stare at each other, both trying to figure out what to do. Kurt’s not sure if Mr. Anderson will just walk in if Blaine doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t want to take the chance.

He quickly gets up from the bed and looks around the room. He notices Blaine’s closet and without thinking much he quietly makes his way over and into the smaller enclosure.

In the next moment, Kurt hears Blaine’s door open and thank God he’d thought to hide. He wishes he could see what is happening, but instead he sits on the ground, pulls his knees up to his chest, leans his cheek on his knee and listens.

“Hey, I was hoping you’d still be up.” Mr. Anderson says.

Blaine coughs and Kurt can hear the shuffling of sheets, “Yeah. Couldn’t sleep.” Blaine answers. Kurt can hear a breathy quality to his voice that he hopes Mr. Anderson doesn’t.

“Oh, well, I was just finishing up some work in the office and thought I’d see if you were awake because I wanted to run something by you.” Mr. Anderson says.

“Oh. Sure.” Blaine says.

Mr. Anderson sighs, “You know how important tomorrow’s dinner is to my work, right?” Kurt assumes Blaine just nods because Mr. Anderson continues, “I need these investors and nothing can go wrong.”

“I get that.” Blaine answers and Kurt can hear a bit of confusion in his voice.

“Merrick Clark, one of the investors tomorrow, has a daughter about your age.” Mr. Anderson says and Kurt’s stomach instantly drops to the floor. Certainly Mr. Anderson isn’t about to propose what Kurt thinks he’s about to propose, “She’s just recently out of a very bad relationship and when her dad heard that you’d be home for Christmas…”

“Dad, I don’t think…” Blaine starts but Mr. Anderson cuts him off.

“I need to keep these people happy, Blaine. And I would really appreciate it if you could do your part.” Mr. Anderson says sternly.

Kurt’s heart breaks in the silence that follows. His mind is screaming for Blaine to just tell his father the truth. Tell him that he can’t date this random girl because he doesn’t like girls in that way and that he’s in love with the boy that’s across the hall (or so Mr. Anderson thinks). But this isn’t a movie, despite the comical timing of Mr. Anderson’s entrance tonight, so Kurt’s heart breaks a little more when Blaine answers.

“Yeah. Sure. Of course, Dad.” He says.

“Fantastic.” Mr. Anderson says and then there is silence for a moment before Mr. Anderson says something else, but this time his voice is further away, as if he’s at the door, “Good night, Blaine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Night Dad.” Blaine whispers and then Kurt hears the door to Blaine’s room open and close.

He stays in his place in the closet (the irony of his position not lost on him) for a moment. He tells himself he’s waiting until Blaine’s father is officially out of hearing distance but really his brain is trying to process the last few minutes. Somehow, not only does he have to be in the metaphorical closet for the next day, he has to watch his boyfriend play nice with the investor’s daughter. He feels sick to his stomach.

Soft light floods the closet as the door opens and Kurt looks up to see Blaine looking down at him and for as nauseous as Kurt feels, Blaine LOOKS even more sick.

“Kurt…” He says in a pained whisper.

Kurt reaches for one of Blaine’s hands and pulls the smaller man down to him. Blaine crumples to the floor to sit between Kurt’s legs and lean against his chest, his breathing erratic and he’s trembling slightly.

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” Kurt soothes, rubbing Blaine’s back.

Blaine shakes his head against Kurt’s chest and Kurt understands - it’s not okay. None of this is okay. 

-- -- --

“So, let me get this straight.” Elliot says the next day over the phone. Kurt’s outside, sitting on one of the Anderson’s outdoor couches. He’s wrapped up in his coat and shivering but he didn’t want to have this conversation where he could be overheard, “Oh, sorry, should I not use the word ‘straight’?” Elliot asks.

Kurt huffs and rolls his eyes, “Be serious, please.” He says.

Elliot sighs, “I’m just saying, you have moved from having to play the straight roommate for two days to having to play that role while your boyfriend is set up on a date with a woman!” Kurt sighs as well, he’s aware of the situation, “You know what I’m going to say. I would have been out after the first injustice, but now?”

Kurt huffs again and watches as his breath puffs out in front of him, “Elliot, are you done shaming me now? Can we move onto the actual advice-giving?”

“I’m not shaming you,” Elliot defends, “I just think the choice you’re making is dumb and you should feel bad about it and yourself.”

“Elliot!” Kurt exclaims as his friend laughs.

“Sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood.” Elliot says but when he speaks again he sounds serious, “Look, I love you, Kurt. And a big, very big, part of me just wants to tell you to get out of there. Is a six month relationship with a guy really worth all this?” Kurt goes to answer but Elliot continues before he can, “But I know what you’re going to say and so my advice to you is to just ride it out. Blaine said he’s going to tell his father after the dinner? Give him that chance. If he doesn’t, then you can reevaluate.”

Kurt nods, “You’re right.” He says.

“I usually am.” Elliot jokes and this time Kurt chuckles at the joke, “Now I’m going to go and sit on your extremely comfortable couch and watch a movie before going to my parents where their couches are decidedly less comfy.”

“Enjoy.” Kurt says, echoing Elliot from the night before and he hangs up. He sighs as he lets his phone drop into his lap. He knows Elliot has a point. Six months is not that long a time and Blaine has given him enough red flags just in the last day to make staying with him questionable but...there is just something that Kurt can’t walk away from. 

“Hey.” Kurt jumps slightly and turns to find Blaine walking toward him. He’s all bundled up in his winter wear and Kurt’s not sure how long he’s been outside but Blaine’s nose and cheeks are adorably pink from the cold. Kurt’s breath catches at the sight.

“Hey.” Kurt says as Blaine comes to sit next to him on the couch.

“You okay?” Blaine asks. 

They haven’t really talked all morning. Kurt had stayed in Blaine’s room last night, getting up to go back to his own around 5 am, but it had not been the sexy romp he’d been hoping for. They’d snuggled and slept. Very little had even been said after exiting Blaine’s closet and Blaine had been busy all morning helping his mom with the evening’s meal.

Kurt nods and then shrugs, “Yeah. I guess.”

Blaine sighs and reaches for Kurt’s gloved hands in his own. Kurt allows him to pull his hand into his lap and Blaine plays with his fingers as he talks, “You know that...no matter what happens tonight, it doesn’t change how I feel about you, right?”

Kurt swallows. He wants to believe that so badly. Instead of answering verbally, he nods.

Blaine gives a small smile, “This dinner is really important to my dad.” He continues. Kurt is pretty sure he’s heard that sentence more than ‘I love you’ from Blaine over the past day. He holds back the urge to roll his eyes and stays quiet as Blaine continues, “I know it’s not how you would want to spend Christmas Eve but I promise, once we get through the meal I’ll...I’ll tell my parents.”

Kurt sighs, “Is it okay if I ask now why you haven’t told them in ten years?”

Blaine’s eyes widen but he nods, “Of course. You have a right to know.” Kurt’s not sure that’s true but he appreciates that Blaine is willing to tell him. Blaine shrugs and looks out over the backyard, “It’s not an overly complicated story though. My parents have always made their views on gay people very clear. They don’t hate them, but would almost rather pretend like they don’t exist. They’re deeply Republican and are very into appearances. A gay son doesn’t really fit into the world they’ve created for themselves. I was terrified of the way they would react and didn’t want anything to jeopardize the relationship we had.”

“What about Cooper?” Kurt whispers.

Blaine shrugs again, “Cooper is just too much of a wild card. We’re eight years apart in age. We’ve never been overly close but we struck up a sort of tentative relationship after I turned sixteen. I know Cooper has no problem with gay people, I just don’t know where his allegiances would lie if my parents reacted poorly. I didn’t want whatever relationship we have to disappear if he chooses my parents over me.”

Kurt’s heart breaks once again for the man in front of him. At the moment, Blaine looks like a frightened little boy, and in a lot of ways he is. He has come a long way to accept himself but when it comes to his family he might as well be that fourteen year old boy discovering his sexuality for the first time.

Kurt squeezes Blaine’s fingers, “No matter how they react, I’ll be here.” He whispers.

Blaine looks up at Kurt with wide wet eyes and takes a deep breath. He doesn’t say ‘I love you’ but Kurt can see it and feel it when Blaine brings his lips to Kurt’s in a kiss. Is it the smartest thing to kiss in the backyard? Probably not, but Kurt isn’t going to turn Blaine away especially when he can feel Blaine relax the more they kiss.

-- -- --

“Okay, you’re going to have to change.” Kurt turns from where he’s inspecting his outfit in the full length mirror in the guest room to find Blaine standing in the doorway to the room. His boyfriend leans back to check both ways down the hallway before continuing, “Because if you don’t change I’m going to spend the whole night fighting an erection and the urge to drag you into a closet.”

Kurt smirks, turning back to the mirror and straightening his tie, “And how would we explain that to your family. Just bros helping bros?”

Blaine chuckles as he walks into the room and closes the door behind him. He walks up behind Kurt and wraps his arms around Kurt’s waist before hooking his chin on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt smirks again because he knows the position means that Blaine is standing at least partially on his tip toes.

“You’re picking up on my ‘fratty talk’.” Blaine whispers into his ear and Kurt groans as he laughs. Blaine is the one who tends to pull out phrases that only a frat boy would say. No wonder his parents believe he’s straight. Kurt immediately banishes the negative thought, though, as Blaine begins to kiss along his neck. He leans his head away to give him more room, “I’m rubbing off on you.”

Another laugh is punched out of Kurt’s lungs as Blaine’s phrase is simultaneously accompanied by Blaine rubbing his hardening cock against Kurt’s ass. Blaine bites his neck softly, “Don’t laugh when I’m trying to seduce you.” He says.

Kurt groans as Blaine’s hand moves down to cup him through his pants. They don’t have the time, or the privacy, for this at the moment. Kurt’s look took him nearly an hour and if Blaine’s going to mess it up by having sex then he’ll be late to the dinner. While not an overly horrible thing in Kurt’s mind, any excuse to miss his boyfriend playing nice with a woman his parents are trying to set him up with, he knows how rude it would look.

“We don’t have time.” Kurt whispers, “This look took me an hour.”

Blaine sighs and Kurt shivers at the feeling of his breath across his neck before the shorter man drops down from his toes and backs away, “You’re right. I would hate to mess up perfection for a quick orgasm.” Blaine agrees, “And besides, soon enough we’ll have the time to take things slow.”

He’s referring to when they leave Blaine’s parents house tomorrow morning. Kurt mentally scrolls through what they have to get through in order to make it to that, and his brain hurts to do so.

He turns to take Blaine in properly and smiles, “Gorgeous.” He says.

Blaine strikes a mini pose that causes Kurt to laugh, “Why, thank you, kind sir.” Blaine says before offering his arm, “Shall we?”

Kurt takes in a deep breath and then takes Blaine’s offered arm. They only hold on until they get to the door and then separate once Blaine opens it. Kurt has no idea what this dinner will hold, but he knows the sooner it starts the sooner it will be over for better or worse.

-- -- --

“Ah and here he is now!” Kurt and Blaine hear as they make their way into the Anderson’s living room. It’s Mr. Anderson that speaks and he gestures Blaine forward into the mini circle he and two other people have made. Kurt threads his fingers together in front of him and waits a little further back.

“Merrick, I’d like you to meet my youngest, Blaine.” Mr. Anderson says, speaking to an older gentleman to his left, “Blaine this is Merrick Clark. He owns one of the most successful real estate companies in the midwest.”

Blaine smiles and extends a hand, “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Clark.”

Merrick Clark lets out a booming laugh and grasps Blaine’s hand in a mighty shake, “Please, son, call me Merrick!”

Kurt tenses at ‘son’ even though he intellectually knows that’s how a lot of older men address younger men. Blaine nods as his hand is released. Kurt wonders if anyone else notices how uncomfortable Blaine is at the moment or if it’s only Kurt.

“And this,” Mr. Anderson says gesturing to the woman beside Merrick, “is Tamara Clark. Merrick’s lovely daughter.”

Tamara is objectively beautiful but Kurt is immediately put off by how fake she seems. Everything about her - from her face, to her hair, to even her breasts - screams FAKE! to Kurt and the smile she gives Blaine is one of the most predatory looks Kurt has ever seen.

She extends a hand in the way some women do when they don’t seem to know how to shake hands or want to touch you as little as possible and all Blaine can do is grasp her fingers and shake them awkwardly, “Bill, you didn’t tell me your son was so gorgeous!” Tamara enthuses and Kurt immediately hates her voice. Like nails on a chalkboard.

Blaine blushes at the compliment and Kurt knows that blush. He’s made Blaine blush that way, a lot. His hackles rise to think of this fake woman eliciting that reaction from HIS boyfriend.

Blaine coughs as if he, too, realizes what his reaction was before he turns and smiles at Kurt, “I’d like you to meet my roommate, Kurt.”

Kurt bristles at  ‘roommate’ but is pleased that Blaine wants to introduce him. All eyes swing to him and Mr. Anderson coughs, “Ah, yes. Kurt. Blaine’s friend who is here for the holidays.”

Kurt just barely catches himself before he glares. With that one sentence, Mr. Anderson has made his feelings toward Kurt very clear and they aren’t favourable. Considering he and Kurt have exchanged all of ten words since they’ve met, and Mr. Anderson knows next to nothing about him, Kurt finds this disdain strange. Though he guesses he’s done the same thing with Tamara, but it’s not like Kurt’s trying to sleep with Mrs. Anderson.

“Nice to meet you.” Kurt says with a small wave.

There’s a beat of silence before Merrick nods, “Right. Well, Bill why don’t we leave these two to chat?” He says, gesturing to Blaine and Tamara.

Mr. Anderson nods, “Of course. Why don’t we go talk a little shop before dinner?”

The pair leaves the living room which leaves just Kurt, Blaine, Tamara. Kurt’s not sure where Tamara’s mother or Cooper and his family are but he suddenly feels like a giant third wheel.

He shifts in the silence and when he looks at Tamara she is glaring daggers at him. Kurt lifts an eyebrow. So this is how it’s going to be?

“Blaine,” Tamara says, “Can you show me where the little girl’s room is?”

Blaine nods and gestures down the hall, “It’s just down the hall…” He starts but Tamara interrupts him by laying a hand on his arm. Kurt’s eyes zero in on the contact. So do Blaine’s.

“I’d really rather if you’d show me.” She says with a coy smile.

Blaine coughs, lets his eyes dart to Kurt, before he nods, “Sure. I’ll...be right back, Kurt.”

As they leave, Tamara threads her arm through Blaine’s just like Kurt had done upstairs. Kurt sighs. It’s going to be a long night.

-- -- --

“So Kirk!” Merrick booms a half hour later as everyone sits at the dinner table. Merrick isn’t that far down the table from Kurt but his voice cuts through every conversation and suddenly all eyes are on Kurt.

“Kurt.” Kurt corrects with a patient smile.

Merrick nods and takes a drink of his wine, “Right. Kurt. I knew that.” He says, “So, what brings you to your roommates house for Christmas?”

Kurt shifts in his chair and tries to avoid looking across the table at Blaine. He’s actually tried to look at Blaine as little as possible since he and Tamara had left him in the living room earlier. He feels like there are too many landmines there considering the situation, and he also has no interest in watching a woman, who seems not at all shy with physical touch, be around his boyfriend.

“Um my dad is working tonight so Blaine offered to have me spend Christmas Eve with him. I’ll be driving home tomorrow afternoon to see my family.” Kurt answers. Burt Hummel is definitely not working tonight but no other untrue story could explain his presence here tonight.

Merrick nods again, “Very kind of him.” Kurt nods and dares a quick smile in Blaine’s direction. He wishes he hadn’t when he sees Tamara’s hand on Blaine’s shoulder. Is she cutting her turkey with one hand?

“No girlfriend to spend the holidays with?” Clara Clark asks from beside her husband. She was introduced to Kurt drunk and hasn’t stopped drinking since.

Kurt presses his lips together in a pained smile and shakes his head.

“No?” Merrick booms, “Why not? A youngu, virile looking young man like yourself? No woman to speak of?”

Kurt’s not sure where to start. Why is this man commenting on his apparent virility and why is him not having a girlfriend such a travesty to a man he just met?

Before Kurt can answer though, a tiny voice pipes up from down the table, “Kurt and Uncle Blaine kiss each other.”

The entire table becomes so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Kurt feels his stomach sink as he looks down to find little five-year-old Dylan Anderson happily eating his mashed potatoes, seemingly unaware of the bomb he just dropped. All eyes swing from Dylan to Kurt and Blaine, and now Kurt has a very, very small window to figure out how to react to this. 

His body reacts for him and suddenly he’s laughing. All eyes swivel to him as he laughs in his chair, and he has the forethought to keep from breaking into hysterical laughter because he’s already probably coming across as not very mentally stable.

“Dylan.” Mr. Anderson finally says as Kurt’s laughter calms, “Why would you say that? You know, it’s not good to spread lies.”

Dylan shrugs as he picks up some cranberry sauce on his fork, “I saw them outside.” He says, still unaware of how his words are affecting the table.

With this new information, Kurt finally looks across the table at Blaine. His boyfriend is staring at his plate like it holds the answers to the universe and is as still as a statue. Tamara still has a hand on his shoulder and she’s staring at Kurt with a quirked eyebrow.

“Blaine,” Mr. Anderson says, once again breaking the silence, “Is this true?”

Kurt watches as Blaine begins to shake and Kurt holds his breath as he waits for the answer. He hates that this is the way Blaine has to come out to his family, feels sick to his stomach about it actually, but a small part of him is relieved.

Blaine swallows down at his plate before picking his head up, catching Kurt’s eyes for a brief moment before turning to his father. He laughs, the sounds almost robotic to Kurt’s ears, “Of course not.” He says.

For the second time, Kurt feels his stomach drop but this time his heart goes with it. What…?

Tamara laughs beside Blaine, “Maybe Dylan saw Kirk outside with one of his boy toys. Because if he’s straight? Then I’m Kim Kardashian.”

Kurt feels his ears go hot as the entire table turns to look at him. Everyone except Blaine, who’s head whips in Tamara’s direction. Tamara for her part just smirks with a shrug.

Before Kurt can comprehend what his mind and body are doing, he’s on his feet. His chair scrapes against the floor in the silence and he stands frozen for a moment, staring at Blaine and Tamara across the table.

He points across the table at the bottle blonde, “You’re right. I am gay. And proud of it. I wouldn’t want to be anything else. But I’m sure you’re happy I’m not straight because then you’d have to explain why your flat ass is no match for Kim’s beautiful butt.”

Tamara’s mouth opens as if she’s offended but Kurt pays her no more attention as he turns to look at Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, “Thank you for having me last night but I think we can all agree that I’ll see myself out now.”

He doesn’t wait for them to answer, but does spare one more look at Blaine’s conflicted face before he stalks out of the room and up the stairs.

As he packs he keeps expecting, or rather hoping, that Blaine will come upstairs and beg him to stay. That he’ll apologize for denying them as a couple and say to hell with his family and that Kurt is more important.

That doesn’t happen though, not that Kurt actually expected it to, and ten minutes after leaving the dining room Kurt is packed and down the stairs. He can hear voices from the dining room but keeps going out the door and to the car he and Blaine rented. He’s not sure what Blaine is going to do for a ride the next day, but at the moment he doesn’t care. He just needs to get out of here before he starts crying.

He almost succeeds. 

He’s at the bottom of the driveway before the first tears fall and he’s on the highway before he’s full on sobbing.

-- -- --

Kurt wakes up slowly the next morning. He blinks his swollen eyes into the early morning sunlight streaming in through the window and has a moment of confusion. Where is he?

He hears pots clanging somewhere in the house and when his eyes finally adjust he sees the familiar surroundings of his bedroom at his Dad’s house. Oh right, he’s with his family. And his eyes are swollen because he spent the entire drive here crying and then proceeded to cry himself to sleep after crying on his dad’s shoulder for a few hours.

He’s not sure what time it is, but he knows he hasn’t gotten enough sleep. That being said, the comforting presence of his father is too much to ignore so he slowly rises into a sitting position before pushing to stand and shuffle out of the room.

When he gets to the kitchen he finds his dad and his wife, Carole, moving around the room with practiced ease, while Finn, Kurt’s step brother, sits at the kitchen table, most likely after being told to stay out of the way. Kurt smiles at the scene as much as he can before his Dad notices him in the doorway.

“Hey bud.” Burt sighs as he leans back against the counter.

“Wow, Kurt, you must be feeling bad.” Finn pipes in, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so...messy.”

Kurt rolls his eyes at Finn’s bluntness but it’s Carole who answers, “Finn!” She admonishes her son, “Maybe go take a shower before breakfast and presents.”

Finn, who looks confused why he’s being sent away, does so without comment, leaving just Kurt, Burt, and Carole in the kitchen.

“I’m,” Carole starts, handing the spatula in her hand to Burt, “going to check on the presents.” She says and then she, too, is gone.

“Subtle.” Kurt sighs as he lowers himself into a chair.

Burt chuckles softly, “They’re worried about you.”

Kurt quirks an eyebrow, “Even Finn?”

Burt inclines his head, “In his own way, yes.” Kurt ‘aha’s sarcastically but he does, in fact, believe that both Carole and Finn care about him and are worried about him. He may not have felt that way when they entered the Hummel family eight years ago after it just being Kurt and Burt for years after Kurt’s mom had died, but every year the ‘step’ gets less and less important.

“How ya doing?” Burt asks, flipping a pancake before taking the pan off the heat and lowering himself into a chair next to Kurt.

Kurt shrugs, “Like I did a lot of drinking last night...after getting my heart broken.”

Burt pouts slightly before sighing, “I can’t believe that’s how it all went down yesterday.”

Kurt nods, “Me either. But it did. Now it’s just me having to get over it.”

Burt tilts his head, “What are you going to do about the fact that you share an apartment with this man?”

Kurt sighs and shrugs again, “I don’t know. That’s a New York Kurt problem. Lima Kurt just wants to eat carbs, open presents with his family, and forget yesterday even happened.”

Burt nods just as there is a knock on the front door. Father and son turn toward the sound in confusion. Who would be coming to call at 6 am on Christmas morning?

“Kurt?” Carole calls from the front hallway where she had presumably answered the door.

Kurt’s brow furrows as he looks at his dad. The older man just shrugs and gestures toward the door. Kurt shrugs and gets up to see who it could possibly be.

He rounds the corner into the front hall and stops short.

It’s Blaine.

Blaine is standing on his front doorstep, winter hat being wrung between his gloved fingers and biting his lip with a guilty look on his face. Kurt hates how adorable he looks.

Carole is standing at the door with a look of worry on her face. She seems conflicted.

“It’s...okay, Carole.” Kurt says and the older woman nods before making her way past Kurt. She reaches a hand out to squeeze his arm as she passes.

When it’s just Kurt and Blaine, they stand in silence for a long time. Kurt doesn’t even invite the other man in. He just stares as Blaine shifts back and forth on his feet.

“Why are you here?” Kurt finally asks.

Blaine jolts like he hadn’t realized Kurt was still there or he’d been so lost in his own head that he hadn’t anticipated Kurt speaking first. He looks up at Kurt with wide eyes before looking back down at the carpet at his feet.

“I told them.” He whispers.

There’s silence again as Kurt processes this information. Eventually, he slowly reaches to grab his jacket off the hook and puts it on. He heads to the door and steps out, causing Blaine to take a step back, and closes the door behind him so the pair is now standing on the porch.

He gestures to the porch swing and he and Blaine sit next to each other.

“I’m listening.” Kurt says, softly. He’ll give Blaine that much. He’ll listen.

Blaine sighs roughly, “As soon as you left I wanted to go after you. But I knew that would just make things worse. I needed to deal with things with my family before I could come to you. Hell, as soon as those words were out of my mouth I wanted them back.” 

Kurt knows what words Blaine is talking about. He’s heard ‘Of course not’ repeated in his head over and over since they left Blaine’s mouth.

Blaine shakes his head, “And I wanted to slap Tamara for what she said but,” and at this Blaine smirks a little, “you kind of verbally slapped her for me.”

Kurt feels the corner of his mouth twitch upward but he’s still too wary to really find humour or compliment in Blaine’s words.

“After you left, my dad started making this big speech about how wrong it was to have a gay person try to hide who they were and ‘sneak’ into his house. How he felt violated.” Kurt’s stomach starts to turn sour. Blaine huffs and his breath comes out in a puff of steam, “And he’s going on and on about how you deceived me and the family and I just kept getting angrier and angrier until eventually I just exploded.

“I told him that if he felt deceived by the two days he didn’t know about you then he was in for a doozy because I’ve been ‘deceiving’ him for ten years. That shut him up real quick.” Blaine laughs humourlessly, “And everyone just stared at me. I told them that I was gay and in love with an amazing man and that if they couldn’t handle that then they needed to check their priorities.”

Blaine falls silent and Kurt’s eyes widen expectantly, “And?” He asks breathlessly.

Blaine sighs and looks out across the front lawn, “And then my dad told me that if that’s the way I felt I could get the hell out of his house.”

Kurt gulps.

Blaine is quiet as he looks out over the lawn before he turns to Kurt, “And you know how I feel now?” Kurt shakes his head and slowly a smile blooms on Blaine’s face, “I feel relief. I am so relieved to no longer have this hanging over my head. In the end, I couldn’t care less about how they reacted, I just needed to say it.”

Kurt gives a small smile, “Well, then I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.” Blaine breathes and then he shifts and Kurt thinks it looks like he goes to reach for Kurt’s hand but then at the last moment thinks better of it and retracts his hands into his own lap again, “Look, I know just because I came out to them doesn’t erase the fact that I forced you into a closet and then lied about you point blank. I get that.” He nods, almost resignedly, “But,” He says, looking up at Kurt with wide eyes, “I love you so much, Kurt. And if you can somehow find a way to forgive me, I promise that I will NEVER do anything like that again. You weren’t the reason I decided to come out to my family but your love made me feel like I’d have a soft place to land no matter what.” He grimaces, “And I fucked that up.”

Kurt is quiet as he looks at the man in front of him. He’s only known Blaine for six months but from the very beginning it’s felt like he’s known Blaine his entire life. They zinged in a way he never has with anyone else. They’re love was real and deep and something worth fighting for.

Is.

Is something worth fighting for.

Kurt reaches across the divide and grabs Blaine’s hand. Blaine inhales sharply and he looks down at their hands and then up at Kurt. Kurt smiles and squeezes the hand in his own.

“It’s still a soft place to land.” He whispers and Blaine all but melts against him. Blaine’s lips are on his and Kurt’s still warm enough from the house to get a small jolt from the coldness of Blaine’s lips. He silently vows to keep kissing until their lips are the same temperature.

“Woooohoooo!”

The exclamation makes the pair pull apart much too soon for Kurt’s liking and he turns toward the sound in alarm.

Standing beside a blue SUV on the street is none other than Cooper Anderson. He’s got his arms in the air and a bright smile on his face.

Kurt laughs in disbelief as he turns to Blaine who is smiling sheepishly, “What…?” Kurt trails off.

Blaine’s smile grows, “Turns out when push comes to shove...Cooper’s allegiance is to me.” He says it with a little bit of disbelief and Kurt can see his eyes twinkle with the beginning of tears.

“I told you he’d forgive you!” Cooper exclaims, loud enough for the whole street to hear and then he bends to high-five a bouncing Dylan who Kurt just realizes is next to him.

Kurt and Blaine laugh, “Coop! You’ll wake the neighbours!” Blaine admonishes.

Cooper shrugs, “Well, I haven’t heard Kurt extend an invite for Christmas morning breakfast yet!”

Kurt laughs as he tugs Blaine up to stand with him and gestures Cooper and Dylan forward, “My dad and stepmom are making pancakes. Would you like to join us?”

He directs his question to all three Anderson’s as Cooper and Dylan comes closer but he’s only got eyes for Blaine.

Cooper and Dylan slide past them and he enters the house without further comment but Kurt and Blaine hear him bellow, “Good morning Kurt’s family! I’m Cooper, Blaine’s brother. This is my son, Dylan. And we were told there were pancakes!”

Kurt and Blaine laugh again as they hold hands facing each other on the porch, “I guess we should go explain.” Kurt says, tilting his head toward the door.

“One more kiss.” Blaine says and Kurt smiles as he indulges him. He bends down and presses his lips to Blaine for a moment before pulling back.

“We can kiss inside where it’s warm, too.” Kurt says.

Blaine smiles, “Yeah, but if we do it inside Cooper will make inappropriately lewd comments.”

Kurt smirks, “Actually, my step brother Finn probably will, too.”

“They’ll probably get along famously.” Blaine comments.

“Probably.” Kurt whispers before kissing Blaine one more time, “Merry Christmas, Blaine.”

“Merry Christmas, Kurt.” Blaine whispers before the pair link fingers and enter the house together.

[chaotically-cas]

I do all the couples asks for darpollo even though no one asked

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I spent forever on this 😐

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How did they first meet?

There gangs have always known each other so they’ve always kind of known of each other

What was their first impression of each other?

Darry thought he was immature & juvenile (which he can be) & Apollo thought Darry was brooding & angry (he can be) 

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Curly & Pony probably would? Maybe?? I can also see Two Bit advocating for it.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Hear me out. So Apollo was obviously the big flirt & stuff. But I think Darry was the first one to actually be like. You moron. I want to date you. & I love that for them.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

I think Darry might of, for reasons of his brothers & just. Apollo being a moron. But he gets over it.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Apollo would’ve been very open & loving to the idea & Darry would’ve been 0_o for a second but then he would just say ‘screw it’.

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Very utterly boring.

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Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Apollo had been flirting for a very long time but Darry was the one that first asked him out. Very awkwardly might I add. But Apollo thought it was adorable.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Apollo insisted. Big sweet & romantic date. Like a fancy dinner or something. & then ofc dancing to Darry’s vinyls. Obviously.

What was their first kiss like?

If we’re going with my fic, then it was quick but cute on Darry’s front porch at night before Apollo went home. & then another while they were dancing.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Both each other’s first serious relationship but it works well

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Apollo is like. 6 months younger. But 1-2 inches taller. I said what I said.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Apollo loves Pony & Soda (while Soda might not like him much, he deals) & Darry insists that his parents would have loved him. & ofc Darry gets along with Tim. Tolerates the terror twins.

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Both? Apollo? Idk

Who gets jealous easier?

I think it depends on the situation. For Darry, he hates people hitting on & touching Apollo. Apollo finds it funny when it happens to Darry, but he still makes sure to step in.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

Apollo. Next.

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Who said “I love you” first?

Darry. Idc.

What are their primary love languages?

Apollo’s is probably physical touch cause he never got any growing up lolz. Darry’s might be the same, occasionally. But probably words of affirmation, which Apollo is great at.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Apollo

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

As freaking often as possible. Constantly. Usually stated by Apollo.

Who initiates kisses?

Apollo most the time but when Darry is in a good mood, he does a lot. Also kiddos sorry but the next one.

How long into the relationship before they had sex?

I made them fork on the first date in my fic. So true me. It’s a decision I think about often.

Who’s the big and little spoon?

BIG SPOON APOLLO LITTLE SPOON DARRY

What are their favorite things to do together?

Dance, talk, listen to music, cook, watch tv, & just be together

Who’s better at comforting the other?

Apollo is good at helping Darry when he is upset & Darry is good at calming down Apollo when he gets upset. They both are really good at expressing themselves & talking.

Who’s more protective?

Darry yup

Who remembers the little things?

They both do cause they know how important it can be

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Depends on the situation, but mostly physical

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

Paper rings by Taylor Swift & Yellow by Coldplay

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Darry is: babe, Dar, angel, my love, shorty, doll, doll face, etc

Apollo is: Pollo, blueberry, sweetie, handsome, honey, etc

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If they get married, who proposes?

Apollo proposes with a ring he made himself from scratch so true

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

Ok. Listen. They would have a huge wedding. Because I think Apollo would want them to have the dreaming they never thought they could. & at first Darry was like.... but yeah. Not expensive. But big.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

The have their gangs. That’s enough.

Do they have any pets?

Does the gangs count

Who’s the stricter parent?

Darry 100% omg, Apollo is the person to give a 14 year old the keys to his car (that 14 year old was Curly)

Who worries the most?

I think this is easy. Darry. He worries constantly, nonstop. But Apollo really tries his best to calm him when he can.

Who kills the bugs in the house?

Darry 100%

How do they celebrate holidays?

Pretty minimally. Small gifts & just time together. Soft kisses & kind words. They don’t do much.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Apollo would beg Darry

Who’s the better cook?

If I had to chose, I would say Apollo. But both Darry & him grew up & still feed the others so I think they are both very great cooks together.

Who likes to dance?

Omg help to anyone who remembers the fic again, they both do. Darry learned to dance with his parents growing (canon) & is good at is (also canon) & Apollo isn’t the best but in a kind of charming way. So they both do. I think it’s a common pass time for them.

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Who’s the cuddler?

Apollo is 100% always down for cuddles no matter what or when. & Darry is too after a long day.

Who goes to bed late and who wakes up first?

They both kinda go to bed early, but if they stay up they stay up together. Darry usually wakes up first but sometimes Apollo wakes up first so he can surprise him with breakfast in bed & stuff.

Who sings during daily activities (shower, cooking, etc)?

Apollo. Nonstop. It’s constant with him. But Darry doesn’t mind it at all.

Who takes care of the other on sick days?

Both! They both do splendidly either way.

Who gives unprompted massages?

Apollo after Darry has had a hard or long day

Who gives nose/forehead/hand kisses?

Apollo mainly he likes to shower Darry in as many kisses & possible. & Darry gives a lot of nose kisses when he is tired or just feeling loving. Idk I think it’s something that would be important to him.

Soft kisses or passionate kisses?

Both but mainly soft

Who writes love letters/notes to the other?

Apollo omg he is the type to write in the steam on the mirror & draw hearts everywhere

Who makes romantic surprises without a reason to?

I feel like they actually both would equally

Who will sing cheesy romantic songs when drunk?

Apollo. 100%. But I think imagining Darry doing it is one of the best things I’ve ever thought of-

[siegelst]

NOS4R2 2X10 SPOILERS BEWARE 5/6

overall good episode - has some action, and the rest is clearing away the aftermath of the the story. Season 2 did push past my expectations and push the gas to the metal this season. Maybe it will do that for Season 3

#1 - they get everything done within 20 minutes and the rest be calming down and we are 'now what?'. This happened in the ending of 1x10 - within 20 minutes everything was practically done and the energy ran out.

However, its a good thing but also a bad thing for what the director is doing. Season 2 did push past my expectations and push the gas to the metal this season. Maybe it will do that for Season 3.

confrontation of Manx vs. Vic was different from what i thought it be - instead Vic uses her imagination to make a hole within the bridge and Manx / wraith falls though into static. Goodbye fine car. I’ll miss you forever.

#2 - Wayne still hungup on ChristmasLand  - understandable -  he never had a christmas - and under influence of Manx and the car even though the car get smashed by the machine and only told manx was cremated but since it wasn’t shown - i don’t believe it until i see it.  Him continually running away from Lou and Vic and not listening to them is tiring. but after he’s back human he get his control back. Wayne and Millie chatting was interesting though but Millie seems to have a 1 way mind due to her upbring of being in CL for 100+ years, there is no control for her here, and her eating animals in the forest is another thing she finds troubling - she wants to gain back control - a trait passed by her father.

***[[ The crushing of the Wraith was defiantly incomplete due to the motor wasn’t crushed at all. the door opening while it is being crush seem to be a foreshadowing that perhaps manx might come back in S3. but the fact the motor is outside the wraith was sketchy- so could it be that any car might work -just as long the original motor can run inside the car itself? eh just a thought.

***[[ The drawing that Wayne made with him and Millie foreshadows the future and the past due to how he draw the outfit for Millie - its not the nutcracker outfit y’all - it is the outfit that Charlie worn. drawing is similar to what Millie had drawn in 1x09 sleigh house episode. DUNDUNDUN

#3 - we only saw the body of manx - however anything could happen. He might come back because as far as i can see - Quinto is the driving force of this show - so it be hard to try to keep the story going without him. unless we get numerous creatives within next season and hopefully see what Abe’s power is at last.  Ashleigh Cummings has done splendid as Vic Mcqueen and loved her acting this season. Her push for her character was fantastic and showed how distress/worried mothers are for their kids. Ólafur Darri Ólafsson has done a great job in bring Bing to life so well that everyone hates Bing. His Jekyll/Hyde twist of the character does bring chills to the viewers and leaves the viewers wondering where he strikes next. I wonder what happens to Bing in Season 3? Lou and Vic’s parenting skills seem to work because they are talking things out with Wayne and trying to help him get though the ordeal.

#4 - Maggie is becoming obsessed with Creative’s world - similar to Hourglass Man. This could be a side effect for all creatives or it could be the side effect of how Hourglass man and Maggie try to stop the side effect with the cigarette? Maggie wants to see creatives world - we all are - , & Vic just wants a normal life - understandable - crazy year for her.  interesting that she finds her inscape within a broken elevator.

#5 - Millie turns 180 and wants to bring CL back along with the kids. Yikes. Like father like daughter eh. she might need therapy.  Vic seems to forgets about Millie after saving both wayne and maggie. I’m not sure about this ending for season 2 but it was unexpected.  glad that Millie has a choice of keeping the ornament and rather she wants to stay a demon or a human. that be interesting to see how she might rebuild CL or if she chooses herself if she wants come back human kid again for s3. 

after thoughts:

Find it hilarious that Charlie Manx causes so much trouble that he become a ghost folklore tale to teenagers in today’s world. XD  *wondered how the real world teenagers found out about him? be interesting to know!  probably crazy fans out there too*

when old Manx says ‘you wore’ I just laugh.

Hilarious that the car didn’t want to get crushed by the machine XD

[sodapop-trash]

HOMIE if you’re still doing ships,,, PLEASE. i’m 5’6”ish with brown hair cut in a bob, and i have yellowish brown eyes!! i’m definitely a dog person and while i’m usually outgoing, i can isolate pretty hard sometimes. i like reading and writing, and i act, draw, and dance, too. i’m a really nervous person, and i cuss a lot more than i should. i’m overall pretty supportive!! i’m a caregiver but i also like being taken care of!! i’m cuban, too :)) thank you so much, love

Hi !!!

I ship you with...

Johnny Cade !

—headcannons—

He loves having u read to him

Y’all just chill (usually at your house,the Curtis house, or the lot) and talk or read

He’s your #1 fan when it comes to acting and never misses a single show no matter what

You take care of him if his parents get physical

It breaks your heart to see him hurt, but you know you cant do anything about it so you avoid the topic and just try to keep him happy

Y’all cuddle a lot

He likes to play with your hair

(You like to play with his too but he never lets u lmao)

You guys met at school and it took him forever to let you meet the gang

He said it was to “protect your innocence”

“What fucking innocence, Johnny”

You knew Pony from school too, so Darry and soda where the first two you met

You met the others just from hanging out at the Curtis house

You, him, and pony hang out at the lot or the dive in at least once a week

You n Johnny value your alone time though

He can be very introverted too so he understands when you want to be alone

If you ever get too nervous he’ll take you to be alone and y’all just chat until you’re calm

I hope you liked these !!!

[8osbabe]

roll around the room

pairing : ponyboy curtis x female!reader

summary :

“you’re just so attractive when you wake, ponyboy curtis,”

warnings : none

notes : 

oo this one goes out to those of you who live for this content. i made it for you. i could make these a smol series of the events of a lazy day, let me know.              

 as always like/comments/reblogs tell me to write fluff. enjoy.

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10 A.M

when you open your eyes first thing in the morning, the world is already at work.

through your squinted eyes, you look out the window, to greasers and their gangs skipping on the sidewalk, to used corvettes stuttering down the streets, to a few drunk stumblers from last night’s parties.

but none of those things, not a single one, is as radiant as the sight in front of you.

the sun, at its highest point in the sky, shining rays down through the window pane and setting alight the strands of ponyboy curtis’ blonde dyed hair, splayed out on the pillow.

man, he was gorgeous. from his closed, sleeping eyes, to his soft, baby face, down to his flushed lips.

you wanted to steal a thesaurus and look for some word for what pony was, because beautiful did not encompass it.

then he yawns, and you laugh

“hm, what’s so funny,” he mumbles, his words still thick and hoarse with sleep.

“you’re just so attractive when you wake, ponyboy curtis,” you giggle.

he just smiles, and wraps and arm around you as you turn your back to him so he can pull you closer.

you’re wore one of ponyboy’s more comfortable shirts to sleep when you crashed here. tonight particularly because you’d gotten pretty smashed at a party, a party pony was finally allowed to go to ‘cause he had a girl now, like steve and soda.

“what’re we gonna do today, doll,” he asks, breathing the question down your back and making the hairs on your neck tingle.

you turn back to face him, kissing his cheek softly and nuzzling into his neck.

“i just want to lie here forever with you,” you whisper, moving to straddle him.

for a moment, you just look at each other. he moves a hand to cup your face, thumb stroking your bottom lip.

“you’re so beautiful, (name),” he finally speaks. his voice is still hoarse. you think that it’s pretty hot.

“i know, how’d you get so damn lucky?” you quip, giggling at your destroying the mood.

then you squeal when his hands move to your hips, and push you off him, hitting the bed with a thud.

he props himself up on his shoulder and looks down at you, smiling.

“you’re a real funny broad, huh? maybe we should get you on tv,” he says and tickles at your sides furiously, and the room fills with your choked laughter, you’re trying not to wake the whole house.

when he stops, you’re just looking at each other again. his fingertips move along your thigh in appreciation. you could love him.

“let me get you something to eat, doll,” he says, brushing back the stray baby hairs that line your face, before the bed dips and he walks quietly to the kitchen.

you wait for him in your comfortable spot on his bed, fully prepared for the regal breakfast in bed he’s about to bring you.

you are not prepared for him to return with a plated slice of chocolate cake and him tossing a bag of chips onto your chest.

“chef curtis, i had no idea you had such skill in the kitchen,” you smile at him as you tear open the bag.

“yeah, i keep telling darry he has to keep working, or how else will he put me through culinary school,” he jokes as he tastes chocolate frosting.

he extends a bite of the cake toward you, and you eat it off the fork. it was incredible, and if things with pony didn’t work out, you just might consider marrying this cake.

when you’ve both finished your questionable “breakfast,” you’re lying on the bed again, and pony looks up at the ceiling and you turn on your side to look at him.

his hair is still blonde, for the most part, from when he dyed it a few months ago, but you can see his warm brown roots starting to grow in. you reach up to grab a small flame of his hair.

“you have to decide pony, you gonna dye your hair back, or are you going to keep it blonde?”

he looks up at you in thought.

“well how’d you like it, doll?”

you think before you say, “i like it right now, it’s gold.” he smiles.

you look at each other rather mischievously for a moment, before you both launch off the bed, giggle the whole way to the bathroom like idiots.

in minutes, ponyboy’s head is in the sink as you stand over him, running gloved hands through his newly bleached hair as the remnants of the solution slip through the drain. he’s half smiling at you when he draws your face down to kiss him. his lips are soft and they taste vaguely of chocolate frosting. he kisses you slow and sweet, like he just wants to make you feel good. he does.

then he launches upward, droplets of water flying to hit your face. interrupted moments were quite the common theme this morning.

you’re both laughing as he brings you to kiss him once more through your smiles. you think this is perfect, that every morning should be like this.

you think there’s nobody you’d rather kiss with morning breath.

[thegangismyfamily]

Stay With Me (Dallas x Reader)

Ayo! That Darry oneshot was awesome! I was wondering if I could get a DallyxReader oneshot where the reader and dally are a couple, and the reader is really mature, and motherly so the gang teases dally and Darry the the reader should be with Darry instead of Dally. (Darry blushes alot cause he has a crush on reader) Dally gets upset and the reader comforts him and assures that she loves him? If you don’t want to write this it’s perfectly fine since oneshots take forever to write. Thank you!!!             

and

make an imagine with dallas pleaseee!!!!!

Warning(s): Fluff, lots of angst, DALLAS CRIES, swearing, female!reader

You threw your head back in laughter, the back of your head grazing your boyfriends’ shoulder as your body shook with laughter. Dallas instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you, as he shook his head and a small smile playing on his lips. Two-Bit smiles cheekily as the group roars with laughter at his story, even Darry manages a smile at Two’s bashful story.

You wiggle your fingers that are laced with Dally’s playfully as he rests his chin on the top of your head. You comfortably slump into the curve of his body and your bring your intertwined hands up to your lips. You blush as you felt Ponyboy’s watchful stare glance to you and your boyfriend’s affectionate position on the stairs of the Curtis porch. You knew it was weird for the boys to see Dallas be affectionate, but you appreciated them not drawing so much attention to it.

You feel Dallas shift behind you and he slowly pulls his hands away from you. You frown at the cold absence of his hands and lean forward to allow him room to readjust himself. But instead of your boyfriends big hands pulling you back into his embrace, you felt the lack of his warmth as his tall frame stood up and towered over you. You look up at him curiously, only to see him pull out a lighter and consume the small space between you two with the smell of a gagging and familiar smell; tobacco. You sigh heavily as he side steps your form and makes his way across the lawn to go sit on the curb. You wave your hand through the air to rid the atmosphere of the thick and lingering smell.

As soon as Dallas was without earshot, the boys turn to you with eyes hungry for new gossip. You roll your eyes and run your hand down your face, annoyed with your boyfriend and annoyed with the questions you knew the boys were gonna have.

“He’s smoking again?”

“I thought he stopped?”

“When did he start on the smokes again, I thought he gave that up?”

“He’s been good for months, what happened?”

You wring your hands anxiously as you shrug. “I don’t know. He’s started doing a lot of things he said he’d quit, lately.” You were indirectly referencing how he had started up drinking again, after he had been clean for months. You shake your head sadly, and lick your lips. You believe in your boyfriend and you know you can help him stop, but sometimes Dallas just doesn’t want help. He was clean, for almost 7 months, and just randomly last week he had came home stone-cold drunk. He had slept the entire next day.

“Are you gon’ talk to him ‘bout it,” Steve asks. You throw your hands up in the air and shake your head.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do. Do you know how hard it was for him to stop the first time? The first time through  I threatened to leave him, told him I wouldn’t be with no man who smokes and drinks more than he loves his woman. Back then that was enough, but now, it’s like he couldn’t care less if I packed my shit and left,” you rant. You didn’t completely mean that. You know Dallas cares about you, but you also know that Dallas is selfish, and at the end of the day, Dallas will do, what Dallas wants to do. But at the end of your day, you’ll love Dallas, but not a drunk one.

“If I’m honest, completely honest, and I know how y’all girls love honesty for some reason,” Two-Bit jokes. You crack a smile. “I thought that you’d end up with a fella like Darry.”

A couple of the boys hummed their agreements as your eyes widen and you let a small laugh escape your mouth. Two used to joke about that before you and Dallas had gotten together, but never has he ever, said it in front of Darry or when your boyfriend was less that 20 feet away. You look up to see Darry’s usually composed face, engulfed in a very crimson blush. You look away before meeting his eyes and quickly try to extinguish that statement. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Darry, he was quite handsome, and once upon a time you did have a crush on him, but that was in the past and you were very happy with Dallas even if you did have your problems.

“That’s what I always thought, y’know ‘cause she’s so motherly and naggy,” Steve adds, winking at you.

“Right! She just acts like the mom around here, and we all know Darry’s Mr. Dad ‘round here, it’d just make more sense,” Soda even contributes.

“You guys would be a cute couple,” Tim says. You furrow your eyebrows, when did Tim get here?

 You open your mouth to debunk all the talk about an opposing relationship, however, before you could put all the comments to rest, you heard a voice clear itself, and your heart skipped.

“Yeah, I agree, they would be really damn cute together. In fact why don’t I just make it easier on you doll.”

You shoot up to your feet, stumbling down the few steps of the porch. Steve catches you by your waist as you trip and you flash him a quick smile. You stand up properly only to catch Dallas reeve the engine to his car and take off down the road. You groan and run your hand through your hair. The boys are silent as you stand there for a couple seconds, soaking in what just happened.

“We can take my truck and try and find him,” Darry says, breaking the silence. You let out a sharp, amused laugh.

“I, uh, actually don’t think that’s a good idea,” you counter. You knew you were being harsh, but harsh can be fixed. An out of control Dallas high on emotions, couldn’t be. You open your mouth to ask Steve to take you, but he seems to already have the same idea as he reeves his engine to his motorcycle. You cringe and chew on your bottom lip nervously as you slide on a helmet. Two-Bit catches your arm before you sling your leg over the bike.

“Listen, I-I’m sorry,” he mutters. You smile and pat his hand.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it Two, he’ll be okay. We’ll be okay,” you reassured him. You knew you’d have to come back and show him that you two were okay, or else he’d beat himself up for it, but right now you were worried about Dallas. You sling your leg over the bike and hold fast to Steve’s waist.

“Also,” Two-Bit says, ”Johnny says Dallas should be home, but if he’s not then he’s in town.”

Johnny comes up beside Two-Bit, his eyes certain, “He’s not expecting you to come after him,” he says simply. Johnny doesn’t blame you or anyone for Dallas being upset, that’s clear in his face, but you can tell by the urgency in his voice that he incredibly afraid for him.

“He may smoke and drink and say dumb shit, but you keep him solid. You keep him together, witho-” the rest of Johnny’s sentence is cut off by Steve roaring his engine impatiently. Johnny gets the hint and nods once before walking back to the group.

“Hang on, “ you hear Steve yell. His voice is muffled by the helmet, but he doesn’t have to tell you twice. You clench your eyes shut and wrap your arms as tightly as you can around him. You’re so caught up in trying not to fall off the damn bike that you don’t realize that you two have pulled into Dallas’ driveway.

You stumble off the bike and brace yourself against Steve’s shoulder as you steady yourself.Once you regain your balance you go flying up the porch stairs. The house is small and and poorly taken care of, so even though the door is locked, with a few jiggles of the doorknob it opens with ease. You walk through the door frame and scan the living room. You frown at his absence and continue through the house. You had been to Dallas’s house many many many times, you even had clothes and pictures of you two scattered throughout the house.

You skipped the rest of the rooms and bound up the stairs to his room, only to find it empty. You were about to turn and leave before remembering a crucial part to the house; the backyard. It was the only part of the house that Dallas essentially cared about. You and Dallas deemed it your guys’ “place” after spending countless nights out there. You make your way down the stairs and pull open the glass back door.

The sun is setting as you walk out onto the patio. Dallas is sitting on the swinging bench that you two had installed together almost a year ago. He’s bent over his knees with his palms in his eyes and fingers tangled in his hair. You feel a knot catch in your throat when you heard him sniffle. You hated seeing him cry, and you knew he wouldn’t come undone at something so small.

You slowly walk towards him and kneel on the ground in front of him. You slowly pull his hands away from his head and take his hands in yours. His palms are wet with tears and his bottom lip is swollen and red from where he was biting on it, a habit you realized months ago that he only did when he was nervous. He lets you take his chin in your hand and lift his head. His eyes are bloodshot and his hair is falling into his face. You bring his hands up to your lips and you kiss his red knuckles.

“Baby-” you start.

“Where’s your boyfriend? Don’t tell me he just dropped you off and left,” he mutters.

“Dallas Winston look at me,” you say sternly. He looks up at you from under his eyelashes and it takes a minute for you to reboot yourself. You hated when he did that, his eyes were so beautiful and brown, it struck you dumb every time.

“I do not, and never have wished to be with Darry instead of you,” you state. He rolls his eyes and tries to pull his jaw out of your grip.

“Dallas. Baby please,” you beg, tears pricking your eyes. Dallas turns back to your, his eyes searching your face. You never begged, and the desperation in your voice struck his heart. He never wanted to hear that tone in your voice again.

“I love you, and only you. I have never ever been happier with someone like I am every second that I’m with you. Even on the days that we fight, or the days where I wonder if we’ll make it, those days are better in every way, that a perfect day with Darry. Dallas, we are different, there is no denying that, but I swear on everything that I have ever loved, you are the man I want to be with.”

A new wave of tears hits Dallas and he turns his face from your hands and lets his hair fall into his eyes. You clutch his hand tighter, and try to catch his eye.

“It’s not that I don’ think tha’ you love me,” he mutters. You furrow your eyebrows, you open your mouth to ask him to elaborate but he continues anyway. He clears his throat.

“I jus’ don’ see…why? Why are you with me? Why aren’ you with a guy like Darry? What can I offa’ you that he can’t,” he asks, licking his bottom lip. You could tell this had been bothering him for a while, but you were confused at why this was just now coming up.

“Dallas Winston do you love me?”

It’s his turn to furrow his eyebrows out of confusion.

“Well yeah, what kinda question’s that,” his tone is slightly offended, and if this had been different circumstances, you would’ve laughed.

“Then you’ve just answered all your questions. Why am I with you? Because I love you and you love me, and as long as that continues to stay true, that will never change. Why am I not with Darry? If I wanted safe and certain, then that’s who’d I be with. But that’s not what I want, and he’s not the man I fell in love with. He’s not the one who can put up with me, on my worst and best days. He’s not the one who has loved me in the, you can’t possibly-,” you start to choke up, and have to take a few deep breaths before you can continue.

“Dallas you have loved me more passionately and unconditionally than I have ever hoped. You have are the thrill of my life that I have been waiting for. I don’t want safe, I want you. I want your recklessness, your impulsiveness, your anger, and your flaws. I want you, with all the good and bad that comes with it. And I’ll be damned before Darrel Curtis replaces you in my life,” you rant. He cracks a smile at the end. You smile and place your forehead against his.

“Well doll, I never knew you were so nuts for me,” he jokes. You chuckle and let your eyes flutter closed, happy to have your Dallas back.

“But y’know he really does have a thing for ya,” he adds after a few moments of blissful silence.

“Who? Darry,” you ask, peeling your eyes open to look at him. He hums he’s confirmation and you roll your eyes.

“You also had a thing for Cherry Valance, but how’d that work out,” you reply snarkily. He pulls his head back and rolls his neck.

“Let it go,” he yells, exasperated. You giggle and stand up and slide onto the bench next to him. You lay your head against his shoulder and sigh contently as he intertwined your fingers together and kissed your forehead.

“I love you.”

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Ponyboy x Reader

(My writer's block is showing. Can you tell?) Anonymous asked: "It's you. It's always been you." With 17 year old Ponyboy? - You were branded a Greaser when you were young. Money has always been tight, lunch was simply another time for homework, and leather jackets kept you warmer than any hand-me-down coat ever had. But people only saw what they wanted to see, and even though that kid Ponyboy (and sometimes Johnny) were the only Greasers that you hung out with, the name still stuck. It started when Ponyboy and you had been partnered up for something in third grade, and he figured it was best that you guys worked on the project at his place. "They call you a Greaser, too! Don't they, Y/N?" he had announced to his gang, not even an hour into working on the project. One of his older brothers, the bulkier one, had eyed you in a way that made you shift in your seat. Though you still nodded your head, because it was the truth. Another Greaser sent both of you to Ponyboy's room after that. Soon after, you found that the boy couldn't multitask, so while you lay sprawled out on his floor trying to color inside of the lines, Ponyboy was across from you. He was on his belly, chin propped up on his hands as he hung on every word you said about your own family. The project turned out to be a success, as you both got a good grade on it, but for some reason that same Greaser that had glared at you before, announced that you shouldn't be stopping over at their place unless it was strictly for school. It was obvious he didn't like you, but you obeyed without question. This still didn't stop you and Pony from hanging out, though. Both of you were in track, and during school hours you guys would partner up for everything. Ponyboy later admitted that he didn't know why Darry didn't like you, but you lied and told him that you didn't care. During middle school him and you figured out what 'Greaser' truly meant, but you guys ran with it. You two embraced it, because it was who you were, and you didn't have a choice. One day during the end of track practice Ponyboy tripped, and while thrusting his hands out to soften his fall, the gravel ripped away at his skin until drawing blood. Now you knew Pony wasn't that squeamish, but something had been bothering him all day (that he hadn't chosen to tell you), and at that moment he broke down. His eyes got all glossy and he kept turning away from you, cradling his hands against his chest and insisting that he was fine. "Darry says I'm getting to old to cry now," he professed in a wavering voice. "I don't believe that," you told him gently. Slowly, you got him to face you. "You're never too old to cry." "I can't go home like this," he eventually stammered. "Nobody'll be there for me." You drew your blade from your back pocket at that moment, and Ponyboy's eyes went wide as he saw you tear into the skin on your left palm. You grabbed the Greaser's hand and pressed your own against it, keeping it there until it was impossible to tell whose blood was whose. "There," you said, pulling away. There was no action you made to wipe your hand. "We're blood brothers now, and that means I'll always be there for you, Pony." You two were in high school now, both seventeen, both seniors. You understood the world a lot better now, but so did Ponyboy. It was right after school when he invited you over. "Darry's not there?" you asked. Your shoulder brushed against Pony's as the both of you made your way down the gravel road to his place. You both preferred walking to driving. "He's home," Ponyboy said quietly. This caused you to slow to a stop. "I want to introduce you to him," he went on. He was fidgeting, you noted, peering down at how his fingers were snagged in the hem of his shirt. He was nervous. "He's already met me, Pony. He doesn't like me." Ponyboy gazed into your eyes, and for the first time you could feel desperation radiating off of him. You and him weren't an item, exactly. In fact, it wasn't clear what the two of you were. You thought of yourselves as best friends, but best friends didn't do what you guys did. Best friends didn't plan half-assed futures together, they didn't hold hands in private or kiss on the lips. They didn't do the things that you two had done, and still remain simply 'best friends'. "I don't care," Ponyboy said, leaning in and interlocking his fingers with yours. "I want him to know who you are." Your lips curved up into a faint smile. "And who am I?" Ponyboy grinned, that proud, dumbfounded look spreading over his face. "You're you, Y/N. It's you. It's always been you. Darry needs to know. He needs to know who you are to me, I mean." Pink raced across his cheeks and he smiled down at the ground, squeezing your hand. "I-I want to call you mine." His eyes found yours. "I want to be called yours." You breathed the Greaser's name. "I'd love for this, Pony. I've wanted this for a long time now," you couldn't help but confess, reflecting back to all those nights you had lied in bed, dreaming up a future with the Greaser before you. Ponyboy beamed. "Good, because so have I," he exclaimed. His voice rang childish, familiar in your ears. "I want to be with you forever, Y/N." You leaned in and planted a kiss to his cheek. "Same to you, Pony. I love you." This wasn't the first time these words had been shared between you two, but it was the first time it had the deeper meaning that both of you knew was true. "I love you too, Y/N."