You and me. Time and space. You watch us run.

Hi! I'm Melissa. I'm an unashamed lover of Harry Potter, Glee, Doctor Who, Days of Our Lives, Sherlock, Daniel Radcliffe, Darren Criss, Chris Colfer, Klaine, WilSon, and some other stuff thrown in. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce is the hottest character to ever grace the fictional world. Also, I'm an unapologetic fan of the NY Mets.

Things to know about me: Pride and Prejudice is my favorite book, The Wizard of Oz has always been my favorite movie, Les Miserables is my favorite Broadway show, and I don't remember life before Harry Potter. My main ships are: Kurt/Blaine (Glee); Will/Sonny (Days of Our Lives); Luke/Reid (As the World Turns); Ron/Hermione (Harry Potter); Doctor/River (Doctor Who); and basically every ship in the Buffyverse.

Feel free to browse through my pages and to ask me stuff or talk to me. I promise I don't bite!

****Not a spoiler free blog****

(WilSon gif from flawlessbilson and Klaine gif from scrunchydarren)

Thingy: Not One Second


Fic: Not One Second

Pairing: Will & Sonny

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warning: No beta

Summary: Witnessing his mother’s grief forces Will to imagine a world without his husband.

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It’s Our Mess (Chapter 3)


Title: Who’s Worrying Now?

Summary: Sydney proves she’s her mother’s child and Will and Sonny try to reconnect.

A/N: Thanks for all the love guys!

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"Fic" - Something Special


Some of you might remember that I was applying to a few different writing programs a few months ago. One of them called for me to write a spec script for a show that was on the air now and I could pick from a ton of comedies and dramas. I ended up picking Glee - of course - and had such a fun time writing it. 

I didn’t get accepted into the program, but I thought that my work shouldn’t go to too much of a waste and that I should post it. Especially since I’ve been having so much of a block for writing lately (I only partly blame the season 6 spoilers), I thought it would be nice to post something.

This is in script format, so not an actual “fic”, but still. This was what I sort of imaged for season 6 - more or less the first episode. It has a summary of what previous happened on Glee (requested by the program I was submitting to) and goes from there. 

If you want to know before reading, my song list includes:

Young Volcanos by Fall Out Boy
Skyscrapper by Demi Lovato
The City by Ed Sheeran 
You’ll Be Okay by A Great Big Work
The Fighter by Gym Class Heroes
All Star by Smash Mouth

The focus isn’t mainly on Klaine - of course it has that feel of focusing on two main stories (the A and B plot) with a bit of a C plot. It’s actually a bit of Artie (and Blaine) with Santana and Rachel (Santana has probably the biggest role I would say).

Anyway, this is much too long of a explanation. I posted the PDJ of MediaFIre where you can either view it online or download it. I hope you read and enjoy! 

Click here to view/read!

Summary: Three months after they parted ways, Mercedes, Santana and Rachel return to New York for a visit. Santana plays the part of Mr. Shuester in effort to show everyone how far they’ve come since high school; Artie prepares for the filming of his big filming competition and encounters a fierce rival. 

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Fic: Under My Umbrella


My first ever soulmate AU! The basic concept is that soulmates Connect when they share some kind of intimate embrace, like a two-armed hug (ahem ahem). They see a glow, sparks fly, and there you have it.

Popular!Kurt gets caught without an umbrella, but nerd!Blaine is there to save the day. I’m sure you know what happens after that. PG-13 for cursing, ~850 words.

“Fuck,” Kurt said, unable to keep the curse in. “I thought rain wasn’t even supposed to be in the forecast today!” He stood still in the middle of the little vestibule at the main doors of McKinley, peering out at the somewhat ominous looking gray skies. “Maybe it’ll pass.”

He pulled out his phone and started flicking through Instagram to kill some time, idly liking photos, leaving encouraging comments on Mercedes’ videos of herself singing, and responding to his own deluge of comments, but even after the ten or fifteen minutes that took, the skies were still pouring down rain. It might even have been raining harder.

“God, am I really gonna have to go out in this?” Kurt whined, glad no one was around to hear him.

Or so he thought.

“Would you like to share my umbrella?” a semi-familiar voice asked.

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Aahhh - the fresh smell of Klaine AU Friday. Summary: Kurt has been working at the costume department in a theater for over a year now, and somehow every day actor Blaine keeps on coming in with a rip in his costume. ~1.300 words, unbeta’d

“It happened again.”

Kurt didn’t know whether to sigh or bark out a laugh as he turned around on his rolling office chair. He worked in the depths of the theater’s basement, sowing one costume together at a time (sometimes more at once) and always just before the show would start, at least one actor would drop by with a ripped piece of his or her costume.

Well, usually it was just Blaine Anderson who managed to rip his costume almost daily.

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Fic: Where Dreams Come True


This fic is a birthday present for the lovely Jo. I haven’t written anything for a while so I feel like this might be rusty but I loved writing it. Happy birthday Jo! <3 Let me know how 23 feels. 

Summary: AU, Kurt and Blaine meet on the (nearly) opening day of Disneyland in 1955. 

July 18, 1955

So it wasn’t the actual first day that the park was opening. It was technically the third and after all that had happened yesterday, Kurt almost didn’t want to come today. Everything had seemed to go wrong, but Mr. Disney promised a better day today.

So here Kurt had been since around 5 am in the morning, waiting for admission into Disneyland.

Kurt had been living in California for only a few months now, since high school graduation. He had always wanted to get away from Ohio and his small little town, so he had. At first he thought New York: he’d always loved the idea, and yet he had ended up in California.

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Fic: Love/Hate Relationship


Fake boyfriends!AU.Also, Kurt and Blaine hate each other - or so Blaine thinks.

~950 words, PG-13.

Blaine huffed out a deep sigh as he split off from his friends and headed down the long, alcove-lined hall that led to his stage combat class.

Maybe I’ll get lucky and he won’t be there today, Blaine thought. Or maybe he’ll have laryngitis and I’ll be able to get through this class without wanting to tear my hair out. God, Hummel is just so – so – uptight. Arrogant.

Attractive? a mental voice that sounded suspiciously like Sam’s added.

No! Blaine thought, shaking his head like he could physically dislodge that thought. Kurt Hummel is not attractive. He’s a jerk who needs to-

What Kurt needed to do was lost when a hand darted out and dragged Blaine closer to a warm, semi-familiar chest. “Hey, sweetheart,” a voice cooed. “There you are! You’re kinda late today.”

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Viva Las Vegas


“You’re sure about this?”

“As sure as I’ll ever be about anything,” Kurt said, digging through his satchel for the rental car discount coupons he had stashed away.

“But you always wanted a big wedding.”

Kurt stopped, and turned slowly. He looked Blaine square in the eye. It had been months since he’d been able to do that, but now it was essential—a moment of contact, of assurance.

“I think that was half the problem.”

* * *

They hadn’t told a soul that they were back together, save for that less-difficult-than-expected conversation with Dave, who seemed to know that this was inevitable, even before they did.

They’d spent hours in that damned elevator. Hour one started awkward, spent trying to find the rhythm of their old, comfortable conversations, of subjects that began safe and gradually slipped into the talk they both knew they needed.

Hour two passed with tears and confessions, and ended in admissions of love that had never ended, just simply put on hold for a while.

Hour three slipped by breathlessly, with lips and touches laced together with whispered vows of love.

By the time they were freed, they passed up the temptation to drive straight to the downtown Marriott to instead go to Blaine’s apartment, to have a conversation that needed to happen before Blaine could in good conscience go further.

Once done, having received grudging well wishes and having given a promise to move out at a pre-arranged time, Kurt proposed.

“Of course we can. Of course I will. We can take as long as you want,” Blaine said.

“No,” Kurt said. “I want to get married. Now. I don’t want to wait any longer. I don’t want to plan. I just want to marry you—now.”


“I still have those JetBlue coupons in my bag. What do you say we take a road trip?”


Kurt smiled, and took Blaine’s hand in his.

“Vegas, baby.”

* * *

Two flights and twenty hours later, they stood at the Hertz counter, signing the first of several contracts they expected to ink that night.

“You’re sure about this, Kurt?”

“Never been surer of anything. You? Will your parents be pissed that their son didn’t have a country club reception?”

“Their son never wanted a country club reception. This isn’t what I had planned for us, but it’s everything I want. The only question is… where?”

Kurt looked around the rental car area. Like most of McCarran International Airport, the area was ablaze with video advertising for casinos, for restaurants, for shows.

For wedding chapels.

“There,” he said, nodding at a far corner, where multiple chapels competed for wall space. 

“We can get married in a helicopter,” Blaine said. “Or at Hoover Dam.”

“Drive through?” Kurt suggested.

Blaine grimaced.

“You’re right. That’s rushed, even by my standards.”

Blaine didn’t answer. Something had caught his attention, and he stared at the ad for a moment.

“That one.”

“You want to get married by an Elvis impersonator? In a 50s diner?”

“Look closer,” Blaine said.

 And then, Kurt saw it: the rainbow-colored knot, a recent addition to the Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel ad. He pocketed the rental car keys and took Blaine’s hand.

 “C’mon hound dog. Elvis is waiting.”


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Scotch and Stars


Presenting the very first collab fic between the wonderful linrow12 and myself. We have had a blast writing this together so I don’t think it’ll be the last …

Title: Scotch and Stars 

Summary: Ari and Parker go out to the beach to celebrate the end of the school year and make a discovery: Ari is a lightweight. Desperate to keep Will and Sonny from finding out just how inebriated their daughter is, Parker takes Arianna to the Kiriakis Mansion to sober up…

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Connor didn’t do boyfriends. He had flings, no strings attached hook-ups that more or less benefited both him and his partner. He wasn’t prepared for Oliver or the way he’d weasel his way into Connor’s head with his shy smile and ridiculously cute glasses. He wasn’t prepared for the way Oliver looked at him, really looked and how he found himself wanting Oliver to look at him like that some more. Maybe daily. But more than anything, he liked the way Oliver would surprise him, proving that he wasn’t the pushover that Connor had mistaken him for the first time they met. 

Oliver called him out on his shit, took control and well, Connor was pretty fucking surprised to find him wanting to hand over those reigns. And he did, willingly and Oliver was sure not to disappoint. So Connor kept coming back, sometimes under the pretense of needing a ‘favour’ but more often than not, he didn’t have a reason other than just because. Oliver was intelligent, interesting and just the right amount of flustered to make him endearing, addicting. 

"You know," Oliver murmured, finger trailing circles into Connor’s stomach, "maybe you could spend the night." 

Rule number one, don’t spend the night unless you’re doing anything but sleeping. It was the one rule Connor never deviated from and yet as he tightened his arm around Oliver’s shoulders, tugging him closer, he found himself wanting to do just that. After all, this whole song and dance has already progressed far from his earlier intentions and into something dangerously close to a relationship that he has ever had - ever wanted. 

Lying here with Oliver, Connor realized that maybe he wanted more. That maybe he could have more, if only he just put it out there, asked. 

"I can do that." 

He could feel Oliver’s answering grin pressed against his shoulder.