This “spoiler” about Blaine and Karofsky is more ridiculous than when it was reported that Kurt was moving to Russia. I’ve seen a lot of worried and angry fans over the past few days and this is my way of venting my feelings.
Drabble - Blaine wakes up after a bad dream.
Blaine’s eyes flew open and he bolted up in bed, gasping for breath. It was as though he had been laying in a bath, slowly drowning before he surfaced, desperate for oxygen. He was sweating; his skin felt clammy and he was too warm in his button up flannel pyjamas.
As the memories of his dream came into focus, the fog around his head shifting, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He glanced around the room in a panic and then down at Kurt, who was sleeping peacefully next to him, curled up with his arm resting on the now empty spot where Blaine had been laying. His heart skipped a beat, relief flooding his chest. It was just a dream.
Blaine took a deep breath and vowed never to drink again if it resulted in bad dreams that had his heart racing, pumping angrily in his chest.
He couldn’t remember too much about the dream; now he was awake, the details were fading away into the dark corners of his mind, only leaving him with a few fragmented memories and the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Inspired by the cuteness that is Blue Ivy as the VMAs, Papa Kurt is about to get the surprise of his life at the Tonys.
G, 970 words.
Kurt had to consciously keep himself from fidgeting in his seat. They were just about to announce his category at the Tonys – the freaking Tonys – and he was sure he was about to throw up on Rachel’s dress out of nerves.
“Babe. Calm down,” Rachel said from two seats away. She leaned across the empty seat and put a soothing hand on his knee. “You’ve got this on lock and you know it. Not a single one of those actors was as good as you, and I’m saying that as a seasoned professional, not just your best friend.”
“There have been upsets before, Rach!” Kurt hissed, trying not to draw attention to himself (for once). “And the other actors are good. Some of them have better songs than I do, too, and it is a musical category.”
“Oh my God, you need to-”
What Kurt needed to do got cut off as the cameramen signaled that they were back on air and Blaine took the stage. When they had gotten the call that the producers wanted Blaine to present Kurt’s category, they had laughed at the cute coincidence, but now Kurt was really wishing that Blaine was announcing anything else so he could be next to him during these stressful moments.
Blaine takes a dare while tipsy. What could go terribly wrong suddenly goes wonderfully right.
took some silly liberties with “kissed them as a distraction while stealing their wallet au” from this post
Blaine Devon Anderson is a good, upstanding citizen. He pays his bills on time, he holds doors open for people behind him, and he even saved a cat stuck in a tree once. Unfortunately, even after just one drink, his internal decision-maker starts to go slightly haywire.
Usually, it’s not a problem. He doesn’t drink often, and when he does, he’s with friends who keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. Like that one time he saw a guy subtly terrorizing some young women who were obviously not from the city and decided to solve the problem by punching him in the face. Sure, his intentions had been good, but he ended up getting knocked out in retaliation and was lucky not to be charged with anything. At least the girls were able to get out of that bar and, presumably, return to their hotel safely.
"Hey man, are you coming?"
Kurt and Blaine go through a box full of memories which leads them all the way back to their high school years.
[Thanks to Abbi for beta-reading <3]
“Can I show you something?” Kurt asks one evening as he walks over to the couch, carrying a big-sized shoebox in his arms.
Blaine tears his eyes away from the TV, brows arching a little. “Hm?”
Kurt sits down next to him, carefully placing the box onto his lap. “My memory box.”
Blaine shuffles closer, resting his chin on Kurt’s shoulder. “Oh gosh, when did you make that?”