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)

He makes me feel so connected, and so safe and loved. I don’t think I’m ever going to find someone else who is going to make me feel like that.

(Source: criss-darrens, via glee-is-everything)

Favourite s5 performances: 5x15: Not While I’m Around

(via zavocado)

darrenchrisuniverse:

i could watch this forever  

(via missbeizy)

klainehiatuschallenge day 45 - favorite thing about the proposal

I think that my soul knew something that my body and my mind didn’t know yet.

(via mrdarrencriss)

Best of All

purseplayer:

My fic for the Klaine Book Project, set just after the episode “Heart.”  Please check out my lovely and talented artist, dreamingpartone!

Read all four drabbles on AO3.

Best of All

Kurt can’t help but feel annoyed when all the New Directions’ members rush at Blaine the moment Love Shack is finished, lavishing him with hugs and a million and one questions, and Blaine soaks it up.  But then his eyes find Kurt’s over Rachel’s shoulder, and his face softens.  Even after so many months, Kurt feels a fluttering in his stomach.  There is nothing in the world like the look Blaine has just for him.

Ten minutes later Blaine excuses himself to go to the restroom, and only Mike notices when Kurt moves discretely to follow.  He winks, smiling, and Kurt smiles back.

Kurt has barely turned the knob before Blaine is reaching through the door, dragging him inside and pressing him against it.  A soft kiss and then Kurt’s arms are full of boy, his heart overflowing with love and affection.  Everything feels right again, and he doesn’t want to move.

Blaine sighs then shuffles back a few inches, his head falling to Kurt’s shoulder with his forehead pressed into Kurt’s neck.  Blaine’s hand finds his, squeezing, and Kurt knows he doesn’t have to explain how much Blaine’s presence means.

Instead he says, “I brought your gift.  It’s in the car.”

Kurt can’t see his face, but he feels Blaine’s brow furrow in confusion against his skin… or maybe it’s just that he knows Blaine, knows him that intuitively.

“How did you know I’d be here?” Blaine asks.

“I, umm, well…”  Heat blossoms under Kurt’s skin as he tells Blaine about the gifts he received all week, about his meeting a little more than an hour ago with Karofsky, who he thought would be Blaine. 

He expects Blaine to be angry, but instead all he says is, “I wish I’d had his idea.  You might have been less lonely this past week.”

Kurt turns his face into Blaine’s hair, inhaling the familiar scent of raspberry gel and cologne.  “I don’t care.  I’m just so happy you’re here with me now.” 

Blaine lifts his head, but right now space is the last thing Kurt wants, so he clings to Blaine’s shoulders as Blaine moves to face him. 

“I do have something for you, but it’s… I’m afraid we’ll have to abandon the party.  We can go back first for a bit, if you like?”

Kurt thinks about it for a moment.  The party had been a lot of fun, at least after Blaine arrived, and they hadn’t been there long.  To be fair, their friends had seen Blaine even less than he had over the past month while Blaine recovered.

But he doesn’t want to think about everyone else right now, and he doesn’t really want fun, either.  He wants closeness.

He cups Blaine’s face and kisses him, long and lingering and sweet.  When he pulls back, their noses brush, their breath mingling, and his attention is drawn to Blaine’s eye.  For the first time in weeks, it looks completely normal.

Gently, he traces the shape of it, trailing his thumb across the lid.  “Does it hurt?” he has to ask.

Blaine reaches up to cover Kurt’s hand with his own, his lips catching on the flesh of Kurt’s palm.  “Barely.”

“Let’s go,” Kurt says, his eyes falling closed.  “I want to be with you.”

They slip out the bathroom door and push through one across the hall that reads Employees Only, and miraculously nobody notices.  In the middle of the kitchen sits a small table, set far too decadently for its surroundings, and two matching chairs.  There is candlelight and soft music, tiny cakes and hot tea and coffee.  But best of all, Kurt thinks, there is Blaine.

dreamingpartone:

This was my contribution to the klaine book project - it was really great to take part in and absolutely wonderful to work with purseplayer (who has posted the companion fic here, so go check it out!!)

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kurt + you can hardly see his eyes with all the hearts in them 

(Source: hummely, via mypatronusisklaine)

sir-pyllero:

augiefarts:

cloud-sakura:

room108:

spendmylifeloveingyou:

TRY AND TELL ME BLAINE DOESNT RUN A FUCKING TUMBLR

don’t forget Marvel comics and everything else superhero related

and tons of text posts of how proud of his fiancé, the star of Galaxy Kurt Hummel he is.

Kurt had been following the blog for a few weeks now. The first thing that had tugged his interests was the blogger’s obvious interest and knowledge of the show choir world. What he then paid attention to was the taste of fashion that Kurt couldn’t help but find adorable. 

His username, Nightbird, sounded vaguely familiar to him but he couldn’t quite place it. 

Nightbird hadn’t put down much info about himself, just that he loved Tom Hardy and music, but Kurt had managed to find out was that the user was a male, about his age and gay, if the drooling smiles in the tags of a picture of Adam Levine were any indication. Kurt found himself checking the blog - The musing of the Nocturnal Avenger - every now and then when he needed a way to clear his head or when he simply didn’t have anything to do. 

It was late a late Monday night and Kurt still felt last night’s amazing gig in his bones, mostly just as fatigue now that rush had come down. Blaine was quickly making last minute changes to the script he was writing for the next days class and Kurt knew not to disturb him. He had his head in Blaine’s lap and his computer supported against his legs and let himself be drowned into the world of high fashion blogs and articles. 

After a while, he decided nothing new had really happened since the day before and opened Tumblr. Almost automatically, he opened Nightbird’s blog and smiled when he read the latest of his textposts: 

My fiance really is a star brighter than anyone! I’m so proud of him!

If drooling after Adam Levine didn’t identify Nightbird as gay, the way he talked about his male fiance certainly did. This wasn’t the only post in which he praised his groom to be, in fact he wrote one or two every day, each cuter than the last. 

Smiling, Kurt clicked reblog and wrote: “I really hope your fiance is aware of how highly you think of him. (although I have to disagree: MY fiance is the brightest star :P )”

He posted his reply and updated his dashboard, scrolling down in mild interest of what people found worth talking about. He was just reading an article about a campaign to band animal testings for good when Blaine suddenly said: “Hey Kurt?” 

"Hmm?" Kurt hummed, tilting his head so that he could look Blaine in the eye, and smiled. 

"I’m so proud of you," Blaine told him and leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead. "You’re the brightest star there ever was." 

Kurt blinked. Blaine didn’t explain himself at all, just grinned and went back to supposedly finish his homework. Slowly, Kurt turned to look at his screen and updated his dash again before going back to Nightbird’s blog. 

He had reblogged the post again with: "If he wasn’t before, he is now. And I’d be careful, he won’t back down from a diva off. xD" 

Just like that, Kurt knew exactly who Nightbird was. 

Smiling widely, he hit reblog once more. “Blaine?

A few minutes went by and then: “Kurt?

"Oh my God," Kurt said out loud, laughing. He shut the lid of his computer and sat up. "You flatter me, sir." 

Blaine chuckled. “I have more than enough reasons to flatter you,” he replied. 

The text post quickly gained hundreds and then thousands of notes, with various comments saying ‘I SHIP THEM SO HARD’. 

(via itsclearlypuppylove)