As I give you this ring, so I give you my heart.

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.

Also, 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****

(P.S. - WilSon gif from willxsonny and Klaine gif from scrunchydarren)

(Source: diablodancer, via moonfairydoll)


5x17 reaction fic: so I got to thinking - how many guys hit on kurt and blaine while at the gay bar (◠‿◠)

They aren’t over doing it with the drinks tonight. They want to have fun and celebrate, not get totally wasted. It’s more fun to dance sober anyway, thinks Kurt. 

Rachel looks like she’s having the time of her life. From Kurt’s seat on the couch, laying on Blaine and Santana, she laughs loudly as a guy in tight black jeans and nothing else grinds on her. She sort of deserves it after the last few days. Weeks, really. 

"Oh my god, you’re so hot."

Kurt turns to see a guy leaning up against Santana, looking down at him with wide eyes. 

"Oh, hello," he says. He giggles just a bit. Okay, so a little bit of drinking had happened. Weak stuff, though. 

"God, please dance with me," says the guy. 

Read More

(Source: gayklaine, via missbeizy)

(Source: waltzy, via trufflemores)

I wanted to be your gay bar superstar.

(Source: atsecondsight, via trufflemores)


alianne asked: Klaine, #10 … pinning the other against a wall

“I swear to God, Blaine, you go near my cheesecake one more time and I will annihilate you!”

Kurt flung his bag down onto the kitchen chair, blood boiling and legs aching and absolutely fucking exhausted, and glared at his husband. His husband, who was currently licking cream cheese off his fingers as surreptitiously as possible, all the while trying to stare him down defiantly.

“It’s not your cheesecake, Kurt, it was just a cheesecake that was in the fridge. I would think that I would be allowed to eat something out of my own refrigerator without having to fucking ask permission first!”

Kurt sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his hair. “Is there any left?”



Read More

thehouseofthebrave asked: The bartenders were the ones in suspenders and bow ties. Blaine is a bartender at that bar. Go.


"Hey, sweet thing, you look like you could use a drink."

Kurt rolls his eyes at the terrible line, breaking away from his conversation with Rachel to face the bartender. “Is that really how they’re teaching the bartenders to upsell drinks now? I’ve heard better lines from pre-pubescent boys.”

"But can pre-pubescent boys comp drinks for the hottest guy in this bar?" the bartender - Blaine, according to his nametag - says flirtatiously.

"You may have that going for you," Kurt allows, inclining his head slightly. He notices Blaine’s eyes widen hungrily as more of his long, pale neck is exposed. "But I’ll be really impressed if you can guess what I want to drink."

"Easy," Blaine says, arrogant yet adorable. "Long Island Iced Tea. Just like you, it looks innocent, but packs one hell of a punch."

"Oooh, you are good,” Kurt purrs, leaning in seductively. He catches a whiff of Blaine’s cologne and has to consciously keep his poker face on, not wanting the hot bartender to know how truly attracted Kurt is so early in the game.

"That’s not the only thing I’m good at, baby," Blaine says, and God, his voice should not be allowed to go that low and smooth. “If you can wait fifteen minutes, my shift will end and I’ll be able to show off my dance moves, too.”

"I dunno, that’s kind of a long time," Kurt says coyly. He stirs his drink idly, batting his big blue eyes at Blaine and smirking internally at the dumbstruck look that appears on Blaine’s face. "How can I be sure it’ll be worth my while?"

"I saw you checking out my ass in the reflection from the lights as I bent over and got more ice out of the freezer. If you thought it looked good stationary, just imagine how well I can show it off on the dance floor.” Kurt chokes as Blaine says that, prompting Rachel to thump him hard on the back.

God, B, you can’t just say things like that,” Kurt says when he catches his breath. “Are you trying to kill me?”

"Hey, you’re the one who suggested we try some roleplay." Blaine shrugs, entirely unapologetic. "It’s not my fault I’m better at talking the talk than you."

"Oh, really?" Kurt says, arching an eyebrow. "We’ll see about that in bed later tonight."

"Says the man who came his brains out solely from my dirty talking last week," Blaine says smugly.

"Can you guys maybe not go into explicit detail about your sex life while I’m sitting right next to you?!” Rachel cuts in, slamming a hand on the bar to get their full attention. “God, it was already weird enough agreeing to play along with your little sexcapade, I did not need to hear about what gets Kurt off on top of it!”

"I think I need to get someone home," Kurt says, giving Blaine an apologetic look. "Raincheck until you get home tonight?"

"Done. I love you!"

"I love you, too," Kurt coos as he leaves, prompting an eye roll from Rachel.

"I don’t understand how you two are somehow incredibly kinky and yet the oldest married couple I know," she says as they head for their bus stop.

"It’s a gift," Kurt teases, preening dramatically. Mentally, he’s already planning out how to surprise Blaine when he gets home. I did get that edible lube the other day

Tonight’s going to be a fun night, if Kurt has anything to say about it.