Eternity
hi i'm holly and i'm madly in love with kurt hummel, blaine anderson and dean winchester.
I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, and then all at once.
llama(s) in the impala
“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?”
I just want Klaine to get back together. :(
Based on Peyton and Lucas getting together in One Tree Hill.
Play the song from the start! :)
They’d won.
They’d won Nationals for a second year in a row and they’d done it with Blaine singing a solo. All the work he’d put into glee club since he’d been so miserable, all the pain and guilt he forced into hard work, all the late night rehearsals and long days, all the dancing and singing and umming and ahhhing over song selection.
It had finally paid off, and the evidence was being passed around the group of excited teenagers. Marley was holding the trophy, her eyes shining with happiness as she passed it to Jacob, who kissed her cheek and held it up for the crowd to see. Then Artie took it, and passed it to Sugar, each glee club member looking more overjoyed than the last.
Confetti fell down around Blaine, the noise level was insane, cheering, clapping and chattering hummed around him, as Finn and Mr Schue and Ryder patted his arms and shoulders and told him how great he’d done.
He knew he’d sung well, maybe better than he’d ever sung before, and now there was this shiny trophy to show for it. As a club this was pretty much the ultimate.
So why did Blaine feel nothing? Why did all the commotion around him, all the cheers and rejoicing and congratulations feel hollow and irrelevant. Why did winning Nationals not feel like it meant very much at all to him?
He knew why of course, and he wanted to cry, wanted to fall down to the ground and scream and beat the floor with his fists like a little kid. He wanted to kick himself for believing that a stupid trophy would make all this ok.
He began to walk towards the edge of the stage. It was too painful. It hurt too much. He needed to be anywhere but here, on this stage where he’d sung with Kurt so many times, where he’d stood with the boy he thought he’d be with forever by his side.
He carried on walking and glanced up absently, freezing as he did so.
For months he’d prayed he’d see Kurt, standing outside a classroom at McKinley or outside his house or on his bed or leaning against the door, and he never had been.
So it figured that now, when Blaine had lost all hope of seeing the love of his life again, he glanced up and smack bang into the greeny blue eyes of Kurt Hummel.
Blaine stared at him, his eyes filling with hope he thought had gone, his legs beginning to tremble, and Kurt smiled up at him, his lips quirked, his eyes narrowed.
And he shrugged almost tiredly.
That shrug told him everything he’d needed to hear since the night they broke up and his life went into free fall.
The shrug said I love you. I will always love you, no matter what happens you are mine and I am yours and it’s just the way it’s always going to be, so why don’t we stop wasting time when we know exactly how it’s meant to be.
Blaine only waited a split second before he was running across the stage and skidding down the steps, and then Kurt was running too, and they met at the bottom of the stage in a tangled mess of arms and tears and scrabbling fingers and bumping noses, and Blaine was lifting Kurt, and Kurt was grabbing at the Blaine’s face, his neck, his hairline, pulling him as close as was feasibly possible, and pressing his lips to Blaine’s, and Blaine could taste the mix of their salty tears and the spearmint gum that Kurt had been chewing earlier and the taste that he could never describe, the taste of Kurt.
Home.
Blaine gripped Kurt tightly around the waist, Kurt’s legs wrapped around his own waist, kissing him feverishly and hurriedly, it was both messy and perfect at the same time, like something breaking and something coming together at the same time, and Blaine felt a shift inside him, something that had shifted on a dark cold night in New York months ago.
He was pretty sure it was his heart coming together again.
“Oh god I love you so much.” Kurt whispered feverishly, more tears spilling over his eyelids as he leaned his forehead against Blaine’s.
“I love you too,” Blaine replied thickly, “I’ll never hurt you like that again, never.”
“Neither will I.” Kurt said softly, pressing his lips to Blaine’s forehead. “We’re never breaking up again, I can’t be without you.”
“Forever.” Blaine agreed, hugging Kurt harder than he’d ever hugged anyone before.
Confetti fell. People cheered. New Directions laughed. Kurt and Blaine loved.
Has anyone seen The O.C? Season four first episode where Ryan goes to that fight club because he’s so broken up over Marissa. If you haven’t, you should have because The O.C’s class.
Anyway my point was that gave me inspiration for this.
Blaine boxes obviously so I was thinking imagine if while Kurt was furious and heartbroken because of Mr Lighthouse boy, Blaine started going to this club where he always asks for huge opponents to fight because he knows he’ll lose and he feels like getting beaten up is the punishment he deserves for hurting Kurt.
It’s just a very angst drabble I guess, feat. Tina.
Fighter.
You Matter
2,500 words.
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.
Not beta’d, deal with it I wrote it in about fifteen minutes voila.
Post TBU angst. ((TW: CHANDLER))
Five steps to winning back Kurt Hummel.
2,600 words approx.
I had to write something after last night didn’t I.
Just a little teenage dream (acoustic version) speculation. It’s quite sad. Blangsty. Enjoy.
Blaine spent all week learning how to play it. He was already a fairly accomplished piano player (like most kids, his parents had shoe horned him into piano lessons aged seven, unlike most kids, he actually enjoyed it and practiced regularly) but he’d always had to try hard at it, it had never come naturally like other things in his life.
However, after a lot of practicing, and a little help from Brad, who had picked it up in an embarrassing two minutes before kindly and without judgement helping Blaine, he had it down to almost perfection.
We all need a little pick me up. Inspired by a tweet by Mr Ryan Murphy and various spoilers.
((I did not have time to properly spell check this I just wanted to get it queued, so please forgive me for any silly errors.))
So I always had this idea that Kurt would want to make sure Blaine would be ok without him, hence Kurt’s surprise. In which Kurt creates a little “don’t miss me too much” parcel for Blaine.
((Sorry if I got ages slightly wrong the American schooling system never fails to confuse the fuck out of me)). I hope you enjoy my attempt to fill this here prompt.
I may have taken this as a prompt…you basically inspired something in me with this, so thank you.
Blaine taking a stand against bullying as his stance during the senior class president debate.
Enjoy. :)
TITLE: The Break Up
SUMMARY: Do I need to explain? What I think could/might maybe happen in some way shape or form in the story arc starting with the break up episode. What can I say, I turn my pain into writing. Angst. Lots of angst. And some fluff.
WORD COUNT: Nearer 4000 than I wanted. I originally wrote this as a script for an episode because RIB frustrate me that much but I turned it in to a story for here. So if it flows weirdly, that’s why.
PAIRING: Kurt/Blaine
RATING: T (sorry kids).
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.”
