I was originally going to drop this all in Mandy’s ask box, but it, uh, got kind of long, so… I’m just posting it instead. This is for you, Mandy, and is inspired by the AU which you then nudged me to write—nudging successful (with Mav’s help, of course).
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It’s the long way to work, which Darren doesn’t discover until after a week of taking it during his commute. One of his new co-workers is helpful enough to guffaw at his mistake and then tell him the better way to take, and Darren just smiles and thanks him instead of starting shit. After all, the guy was trying to be helpful, even if he was kind of a dick in the process.
But it doesn’t end up mattering in the end, anyway. Darren could very well take the shorter, more efficient way to work every day… If not for the signs. The signs are what keep him taking the long route, even if it means he has to wake up an entire hour earlier every morning just to do it.
I’ll let this one speak for itself. Quick summary: Blaine has a bow tie addiction, and Kurt finally sits him down to curb his collection. Fluff and stuff.
Blaine frowned down at the neat rows of bow ties spread out on top of their bed.
A short and sweet look at Kurt and Blaine’s wedding.
Kurt didn’t remember much about the wedding ceremony itself.
Mark Anderson could clearly remember the last time he told his son he loved him.
One-shot about the relationship between Blaine and his father. Somewhat late Shooting Star reaction fic.
Mark Anderson could clearly remember the last time he’d told his son he loved him.
It had been Blaine’s fourteenth birthday, and he had just opened his final present; a brand new guitar. Eyes wide, he’d gently run his fingers over the back and the neck, giving the new strings a gentle pluck.
“Thank you so much!” he’d squeaked out, giving each parent a one-armed hug, the other hand carefully holding the gift. Mark chuckled at his son’s excitement.
“Happy birthday, son,” he said, smiling. “I love you.”
It seemed so insignificant at the time, but, looking back, Mark saw it is the end of a chapter in the story of him and Blaine - that last chapter before the plot thickens, before bad things start happening.
It was about a month later when there was a tentative knock at the door to his study. A mop of curly hair poked through the crack between the door and the frame.
“Dad? Can I come in? I wanted to… to talk to you about something.”
Anonymous prompted: klaine au for “i accidentally broke into your apartment because my friend lives next door and i was in the area, drunk, and i thought i was climbing into the right window and falling asleep on the right couch so now i’m hungover and shirtless in your living room so um hi howya doin” (x)
Kurt’s slowly making his way up the fire escape and really starting to regret not getting in that cab with Rachel, insisting he can just crash at Mercedes’ apartment near the club they staggered out of. He pauses, clinging to the railing and thinking, This was such a dumb idea, immediately followed by, Is that glitter on my arm?
He still isn’t entirely sure if it’s a good thing or bad thing that he gets so wild every time he’s at a gay bar, but what’s left of his buzzed, reckless mood has Kurt sneaking into his friend’s apartment through the window, landing on the floor with a soft thump.
Weirdly, he doesn’t remember Mercedes having carpet here. He makes the trek to the couch and collapses and even that feels different, too, but Kurt just chalks it up to the alcohol in his system and wrestles out of his boots and his shirt with a breathless giggle before falling back, tugging a blanket around him.
He should definitely be more suspicious that the blanket smells like some amazing cologne he doesn’t recognize, but he falls asleep before he can really think about it.
prompt: moody mutant Kurt making it rain and thunder all the time and everyone keeps telling Blaine to screw him so that it can be sunny again. (x)
takes place in a s5 AU right after blaine moves out of the loft.
There’s a loud crack of thunder outside, the video game on the screen flickering for a moment, and Blaine winces when Sam and Artie both groan.
"Dude, you have to do something about this."
"Yeah, Blaine, and no offense, but you two are really depressing to be around when you’re not getting laid every day.”
"That is… so not the reason it’s storming right now!" Blaine protests, but it’s weak even to his own ears. It’s been three days since he moved out and with the exception of their impromptu make out session yesterday afternoon, sunlight streaming into the room, it’s been rainy ever since.
It doesn’t help that Blaine’s an empath, and just knowing that Kurt is miserable at their sudden lack of intimacy is making missing his fiancé that much more painful.
So me and Beautifulhigh like to do the occasional round robin, The rules: we do not discuss what we’re going to write and we do not plann it beyond a) the start time, b) confirmation of the narrative structure.
I post, she adds, I add…
here’s the full result of today’s efforts…
Okay friends Jen wanted Brittany giving Blaine a flower crown and Kurt finding it amusing/horrifying, so here’s the result!
~700 words of fluff ‘n’ stuff, with more fluff coming soon! (it’s all alluded to in the first couple paragraphs, so that’s what you can expect later today)
Brittany’s visits always left an impression.
Kurt wasn’t sure if this was a direct result of her personality or a result of a series of exceptional coincidences, but in the same week that Brittany was in town, he twisted an ankle, got trapped in an elevator, babysat a keeshond, and adopted three new pieces of furniture.
To say that it was an exciting weekend would be an understatement.
anon prompted: kurt becomes groomzilla and blaine is okay with anything as long as he will marry kurt in the end
PG, ~700 words, sheer fluff.
Blaine stopped outside the loft door and took a deep breath, counting to three mentally before sliding the door open and entering the blast area.