On vacation until May 21st.
Expect particularly haphazard blogging.
Thank you so much it really is a pleasure. While other blogs chose a selection of posts that casts an eye inward on the irresponsible writing choices and inequality of today’s modern Glee, I’ve chosen a selection of posts that speaks to the fandom as a whole during these troubling times filled with character uncertainty and unbridled social wank because if there’s two things fandom needs right now,
it is sunshine and orgasms.
Also cacti.
Title: You Should Be Dancing (With Somebody Who Loves You)
Summary: After Blaine sings “It’s Not Right But It’s Okay” he and Mike have their second sleep over, complete with red bean ice cream, and talk.
Word Count: ~1,700
the sequel to I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) (FINALLY)
Author’s Notes: title is a mashup of You Should be Dancing and I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me), and is the brain child of the FABULOUS luckyjak, who also helped me edit this! Love you <3
HUGE thanks to nowishforwings, who edited this and talked to me about it.
And of course, to everyone who asked me when the next part was coming! I would never have gotten off my ass and written it without you guys. I am SO sorry it took so long.
reblog for morning folks
Word count: 25,000
Summary: Kurt has always known he’s different. It’s a journey to figure out what it means to be himself.
The air conditioning blasts on Kurt’s face, improbably flushed despite the icy air. He tilts his head back a little further and squirms under Blaine’s lips - currently running firmly across Kurt’s neck as he leans over the centre console from the driver’s seat.
“Hickeys,” Kurt bites his lip, and gasps. “Blaine, hickeys. We agreed we’d save them for cold weather, remember?”
Wearing a scarf in summer is tantamount to holding a placard stating ‘my boyfriend is a vampire’. Kurt knows. Santana made a point of gleefully informing him last time Blaine got carried away while they were making out.
Title: Hoppípolla (But You Are Standing)
Author: robotsfighting
Rating: PG
Characters: Blaine/Kurt
Words: ~3,500
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Summary: The most important thing about New Directions is its heart. Kurt worries that it could change; Blaine won’t let it. (A conversation at dawn, in the summer, a while before Kurt leaves for New York.)————————
Kurt is in the little playground beside the school. He’s sitting on top of the bright blue jungle gym, balanced on a bar, looking up at the paling sky, and Blaine is arrested into stopping just inside the gate. The smell of woodchips and grass is heavy in the air, nostalgic, and that feeling collides sort of incongruously with the swoop in Blaine’s stomach at the sight of Kurt with his back straight and his legs bare and pale from the knees down, hooked through a lower bar. (Blaine has seen Kurt’s legs before – Blaine would be hard pressed to find a part of Kurt he hasn’t seen, at this point – but he can’t remember ever seeing Kurt in honest-to-god shorts.) He has to watch, for just a second, unnoticed.
He’s been taking a lot of snapshots, lately, in his mind, or at least trying to. For later, when Kurt is in New York. There are things he knows he’ll want to remember, and this is one of those things. Five in the morning on an already-beautiful day, with Kurt high-up and graceful and looking thoughtfully at the sky. He files it away with the hundreds of other things he needs to hold onto for as long as he can.Robotsfighting gets this show.
Without a doubt in my mind, Kurt borrowed that outfit from Sugar.
Yes.
Yes good.
And then he had to be nice to her, because he was using her clothes, and then slowly a friendship grew, in the sense that you are an amusing ball of energy and I like watching your insanity and also you have correct opinions on rollercoasters is a freindship.
Yes, I understand this.
Title: His Perfect Partner (23/?)
Rating: NC-17 overall (PG-13 this chapter)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.19 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2241
Summary: After five disappointing seasons on the show, professional dancer Kurt Hummel finally has his chance at ballroom glory. With actress and fan favorite Kim Schrodinger as his partner, Kurt vows to channel all his focus into winning that mirrorball trophy - distractions, including men, be damned. Enter Blaine Anderson, a gorgeous, confusing pop star who may turn out to be the biggest distraction of them all.
In This Chapter: Waffles, Thai food, and a couple of bets make Sunday more fun.
“Gran, can I come live with you and Grandpa? I’m pretty sure there are laws against the insanity going on over here right now.”
“What’s going on, sweetie?” Gran Carole asked, her voice sounding gently amused as she chuckled down the line.
”Madness, Gran, that’s what’s going on!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “Like, I told them at least fifteen times this week that I’m not going trick or treating, it’s not happening, I’m sixteen and I have a date and I’m not dressing up stupid and running around town with my dads and my baby brother.
And now I’m apparently ‘throwing off the whole concept’ because I was supposed to be Batgirl to their Batman and Robin but seriously, like, Papa must be on the crazy pills because he wants to dress Danny up as Peter Pan. So, like, what concept? Not to mention he makes a living designing costumes, why does he feel the need to do this every single year?”
Blaine jolts awake when he feels a small body throw itself against his back. He groans and tries to bury his face in his pillow as Kurt chuckles quietly beside him.
“Daddy!” Daisy whines, wiggling back and forth and gripping at Blaine’s t-shirt with her tiny hands.
“Five more minutes,” Blaine mutters into his pillow, but Daisy continues to tug on his shirt.
“Daisy, sweetheart, it’s Sunday.” It is family policy that everyone gets to sleep in on Sundays. And by everyone they mean Blaine, because Kurt and Daisy apparently rise with the sun. “Why don’t you let daddy sleep and we can go watch cartoons?”
Blaine loves his husband so fucking much.
“But it’s Daddy’s day!”
The best part is how big that shirt is on Blaine. So while Kurt was out hunting down costume pieces, Blaine just asked Finn for an old t-shirt he could ruin.
Then Finn walked past Kurt’s room and saw Blaine wearing the shirt, drawing nipples on with a Sharpie. And this kind of stuff isn’t that weird in their house, really.
“Dude, it might be easier if you laid it out on the floor.”
“No, I’m using my own nipples as reference. For authenticity.”
And then Finn just walked away.
