“Are you sure you want to do this, guys?” Artie asked, as his finger hovered over the play button.
“Professor X please roll the film before we all die of old age.” Kitty interjected, though her hands were shaking. Marley noticed this and grabbed one firmly.
“We should watch. We need to hold onto the emotion. No matter how scary it was, I think we need to remember, and once we’ve watched we can throw it away and truly move on.” Everyone nodded and murmured in agreement, and Artie pressed play.
The filming was rough and shaky and almost totally dark, but the messages were so heartbreakingly fearful and emotional that by the time Blaine’s face flashed up on screen, they were all crying again.
“Blaine, please say something,” Artie whispered, voice choked with tears and terror. Blaine lifted his head from his knees, staring at the camera being held shakily in Artie’s hands with glassy, dead eyes.
“I guess…” Blaine’s voice broke and he tried again. “I guess I’d just like my mom and dad and Cooper to know I love them. And that I know all they ever want is the best for me, and that I hope they always look after themselves and stay safe and happy, because it’s what they deserve.” Blaine swallowed and looked away, and when his gaze returned to the camera he looked haunted, ravaged even, by some deep, internal pain.
“And most of all, I just want Kurt Hummel to know how much I truly do love him. More than anyone else I’ve ever met. I love him and I just wish I had the chance to go back, past all the bad decisions and broken promises, just so I could tell him ten times a day every day how much I love him. And if things…” Blaine shuddered, “if we don’t get out of here, I’m just sorry I never got to ask the love of my life to marry me, because screwing things up with him is my one, big regret.”
The screen went black, and silence fell over the room. However it only lasted a few seconds before Artie piped up.
“So…Who’s driving Blaine to the airport?”
Inspired by the post going round that says “Blaine was never told he matters.”
This is Burt and Blaine bonding/arguing post The Break Up. It’s really angsty and references bullying and cheating.
I wrote personal trainer!kurt and doctor customer!blaine because it’s been in my head for ages. Only I can’t write smut, so if anyone wants to finish this off with them having it off in a weights cupboard, that’d be awesome. Also if anyone with talent wants to make a photoset, ALSO BRILL.
“I didn’t get in.”
They were the only words he’d said so far. His lips felt numb and his body felt shaky. It felt like every single move he’d made this year in regards to his education had been pointless.
“Wait…what?” Blaine, holding the front door open, had a disbelieving expression on his stupidly handsome face, and Kurt let out a deep shuddering breath.
“Please don’t make me say it again.” Kurt held up the letter that had crushed his future to bits in seconds and Blaine only had to glance at it before pulling Kurt into a bone crushing hug.
It was then that Kurt broke down, sobbing bitterly into Blaine’s chest and clinging to his boyfriend for dear life. He could feel Blaine’s body shaking too, but Blaine was nothing but steady and strong and there, rubbing circles on Kurt’s back and planting gentle kisses on his tousled hair.
They stood there for a long time, until Kurt managed to pull his face from Blaine’s sodden sweater. Blaine lifted a hand and thumbed away the worst of Kurt’s tears from under his eyes and pressed his lips to Kurt’s forehead. Kurt closed his eyes for a moment before re-opening them, only to be met with Blaine’s open, beautiful, sympathetic face.
“I’ll be ok.” He murmured. It felt like clarity had descended on him. Sure, he knew he was a long way from being over it, over what he had been dreaming of the entire year, knew this would hurt like hell for a while, but he would be ok.
“You will.” Blaine replied softly. “I’m fucking furious they didn’t take you, Kurt, because you are so incredible, but it’s their loss and one day they will realise what a huge mistake they made in turning you down. But for now - you will find something else, and it will be what you’re meant to do, and you will be amazing at it.” Blaine carded a hand through Kurt’s hair. “I meant what I said to you when I first transferred. You’re going to change this world. You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met. Don’t let this hold you back. Don’t give up. You’re star. A real star, with such a big heart. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I don’t know, I just had a lot of daddies!Klaine feelings this morning
“In the kitchen.”
Kurt shrugs out of his coat, smiling at the laughter in Blaine’s voice as he draped the collar over the hook next to the door and undoes his boots to lean them against the wall next to Blaine’s shoes and Bethany’s tiny sneaker, white with tiny purple butterflies on the tongues. He lightly touches one of the velcro straps before straightening back up and making his way towards the kitchen, when Blaine is humming and saying something he can’t quite here.
Blaine stood up and walked to the front of the choir room. He coughed nervously.
“Hi.” He mumbled eventually. “I just wanted to sing this. For Kurt. My boyfriend. Because he’s about six hundred miles away from me right now, only it feels about six million. I feel so lost without him, because for the past two years we’ve been inseparable, and now I’m having to learn how to be alone. How to be in a long distance relationship. And it sucks. It really sucks. I just miss him all the time. Every single minute of the day. I miss just being near him. He’s-he’s my other half and sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe because he’s so far away. And we skype and phone and I’m planning to visit soon, but it’s not enough. Not for us. Everything just feels so right when we’re together. I’m counting down the days until this year is over, because the truth is, I’m not at home unless I’m with him.” Blaine took another deep breath. “So this song is for Kurt Hummel; my boyfriend, my best friend, and my saviour. Because without him there’s no way I’d be standing here, breathing. No way in hell.”
Ain’t no sunshine when he’s gone
But why is there no klaine fic about The Nationals hotel rooming situations?
There was an eery silence in Mr. Schuester’s hotel room.
“Okay,” Schue sighed. “You guys want to tell me what’s going on.”
“We can’t room with Bert and Ernie,” Puck said emphatically.
“Yeah,” Finn nodded his head. “It’s out of the question.”
“Though I am slightly impressed.” Artie pushed his glasses up his nose.
“I still don’t get how they did it,” Rory murmured.
“I still don’t get what they did,” Joe frowned.
“I think it was kind of hot,” Mike shrugged.
“Same,” Sam nodded.
The rest of the guys turned and stared at them.
“What?” Mike said defensively. “You have to hand it to them—it was pretty impressive. They have to be crazy flexible. No way Tina and I can do that.”
The guys cringed.
“Wait,” Schue frowned. “I don’t get it. What’s wrong with Kurt and Blaine?”
They were eerily silent before Sam piped up, rolling his eyes. “We walked in on them “practicing” the human centipede on Finn and Puck’s bed.”
Sigh I guess I just like torture. Kurt leaves for New York. Without Blaine.
1 year. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes. 1,536,000 seconds
“…and bullying is wrong, so-”
Blaine snorted. Loudly.
He couldn’t stop himself, he didn’t even do it on purpose. It was just…just Brittany. She’d been so preachy lately about her stance on bullying. And especially as of the last few days…Blaine just found her words so hilarious.
“You got a problem, gel-head?” Santana snarled, and it was at that moment that Blaine realized everyone was staring at him.
Oh crap, had he been that loud?
Well, Kurt’s always telling you you should just speak your mind…here’s your chance.
“Actually, Santana.” Blaine said sharply, “I do have a problem. I have a big problem with your girlfriend’s double standards.”
“Excuse me?” Santana hissed, sitting up in her seat. Puck was already moving to get between the two.
“I’m not sure what you just said.” Brittany deadpanned. “But it sounded like bullying.”
“See! See!” Blaine cried, sitting up so fast in his seat he practically jumped out of it. He felt Kurt’s hand pushing into his chest, trying to calm him, but he ignored it. “That! That right there! God, Brittany you’re such a hypocrite!” Around him Blaine could see everyone watching with wide eyes, jaws dropped.
“You can’t talk to me like that.” Brittany said, starting to continue but Blaine cut her off.
“Why? Because it’s bullying?” Blaine snarled, “What’s bullying to you, Brittany? Whenever anyone disagrees with you?” Brittany started to nod, and Blaine lost it. “Really?! Well, ok, then I’ve been looking at bullying all wrong!” He screeched sarcastically. “Here I was thinking getting the crap beat out of me, getting called cruel names, getting slammed into lockers-”
“Blaine,” Kurt whispered placating, but Blaine wasn’t done.
“-getting thrown into dumpsters, getting told I’m going to hell, and then on top of that getting insulted and humiliated by someone who I thought was my friend – here I was thinking that was bullying! How stupid of me!”
“Back off, Anderson.” Santana started to say, but Blaine shook his head.
“No, no, I won’t. I’m sick of this. I’m sick of Brittany getting to preach and preach at us about how bad bullying is but then she gets to go around and insult everyone she sees. But no it’s ok because it’s Brittany.”
“Blaine, come on…” Kurt whispered, “Calm down, honey-”
“No, Kurt, I’m not gonna calm down! I’m sick of Brittany being allowed to treat the rest of us like crap just because oh, that’s just Brittany!” He said the last part in a mocking tone, causing Santana to start to rise out of her seat, but Blaine paid her no mind. “I’m just sick of it, and I’m sorry if I’m the only one calling her on her shit!” The other’s eyes widened at his words.
With a deep, shuddering sigh he said, “Brittany, I thought we were friends, and we’ve gotten so close this year but lately…you’re just different. I mean you flat out told me you don’t like the way I look, in front of everyone. Well, you know what? I don’t like the person you’ve become. And if you ask me, that’s worse.” Blaine angrily stepped off the highest step of the seats. “I’m not gonna sit here and listen to this bull. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
And with that Blaine stomped from the room.
“Students for the second year in a row we have prom anarchy…with an outstanding number of write in votes…I would like to welcome to the stage…”
Kurt’s blood ran cold.
Literally. He felt like his insides had turned to slushy, like ice cubes were sliding down the back of his thin dress shirt.
No. Not again. This wasn’t happening to him again. He handled it last year, he just managed to handle it because that was what he did. He was Kurt Hummel and no matter what they slung at him, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how embarrassed he was, he could throw it back twice as hard.
He wasn’t sure if he could do it two years in a row. Wasn’t sure if he had the strength, and suddenly this felt worse than last year. So much worse, because at least last year he’d had Blaine’s form pressed against his side, had been able to bathe in the comfort and warmth that just emanated from Blaine naturally.
Now he was standing on this stage, feeling like he might as well be in his underwear. He swallowed hard and glanced out at the crowd, trying to read their faces, his lips feeling numb, his throat tight, his shoulders tense, his jaw clenched.
He caught sight of Blaine, his hair curling wildly, his top teeth worrying his lip, his liquid hazel eyes fixed on Kurt. They said everything Blaine couldn’t. They said I love you. I’m here for you. It’ll be ok. You’re perfect.
Kurt swallowed. It had been two seconds.
Kurt actually felt his shoulders sink in relief, felt his heart rate slowly return to normal as Rachel took to the stage and he placed the crown on her head, then shakily made his way down the stairs and into the arms of his waiting boyfriend.
“And you say I’m the brave one.” Blaine whispered, pressing a kiss to Kurt’s flushed cheek, and Kurt ran a hand softly through Blaine’s wiry curls affectionately.
“I think we make each other brave.”
This is a 1,500 words (ish) drabble involving Blaine and Kurt bumping into Chandler at Between The Sheets. Idk I just wanted to write jealous Blaine. Enjoy. Mild references to Kurt and Blaine’s sex life and a bit of bad language are my only warnings.
Kurt stopped dead as the he and Blaine approached the music store. “No, Blaine. I’ve changed my mind.”
“What?” Blaine frowned at Kurt. “But you need sheet music, you still need to narrow down your top ten NYADA audition choices.”
“Yes I’m aware, but we can’t go in there.”
So this is set straight after It’s Not Right…
Yeah this isn’t right and it probably isn’t ok either but I just felt I needed to contribute something to the fandom, I wrote it really quickly.
Anon prompt time! I hope this is similar to what you wanted. :)
(Just so you know the song I imagine them dancing to is Dynamite by Taio Cruz)
This is a totally fluffy drabble. I strongly recommend you turn on Wherever you will go by The Calling NOW. :)
“May I have this dance?” Blaine looked up as the opening chords of a slow song by The Calling came on, and was met with Kurt’s bright blue eyes, his hand outstretched towards Blaine. He glanced around and saw the rest of the glee club beginning to dance slowly with their dates. He saw Finn and Rachel, Brittany and Santana, Sugar and Artie…
“Of course.” Blaine answered, taking Kurt’s hand and allowing him to lead him to the centre of the dancefloor, where Kurt laid his hands gently around Blaine’s waist, leaving Blaine to tuck his arms softly around Kurt’s neck. Blaine did so, and they danced slowly and carefully, in the cliche’d prom style.
But it didn’t feel like a cliche, not to Blaine. It felt like everything he’d ever wanted.
Except Kurt was leaving. It had hit Blaine at prom more than it had hit him at any time before. First came prom, then came graduation…
Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt, as if that would stop him leaving, somehow, and swallowed hard, glancing into Kurt’s eyes, which looked as suspiciously watery as his own.
If I could then I would, I’ll go wherever you will go, way up high, or down low, I’ll go wherever you will go
“I love you.” Blaine whispered, so close were they by now he was sure Kurt could feel his breath on his cheek.
“I love you too,” Kurt replied tearfully, his arms wrapping tighter around Blaine’s waist, and Blaine rested his head on Kurt’s shoulder, fearful that the tears would overtake him and he’d cry.
He’d promised there’d be no tears at this prom.
Kurt pulled him closer still at that, so close their bodies felt moulded together, and they were barely moving.
“Blaine, I love you. I love you so much that sometimes I…I can’t…if I didn’t have you I don’t know where I’d be, but I do have you and I’ll never be able to properly express how much I need you.” Kurt murmured softly, and Blaine nodded into Kurt’s tuxedo shoulder.
I’m sure there’s someone out there who can bring me back to you
“New York doesn’t mean forgetting.” Kurt continued, “it doesn’t mean this…us becoming nothing, becoming just a high school romance. Maybe at first I thought that was what it was, but now. I can’t breathe without you, Blaine. You are everything.”
Blaine lifted his head placed a gentle, sweet kiss on Kurt’s cheek, so light he barely felt it. But he felt Blaine’s arms around his neck, warm and comforting, felt Blaine’s fingers tangle in the back of his hair, and felt Blaine whisper the single word into his mouth, the word he knew summed what they had up better than anything he could ever say.
In your heart, in your mind I’ll stay with you for all of time