24. Cheerleader. I try to be as healthy as possible.
I AM HUGGING YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
ALSO SOMEONE ATE ONE OF YOUR SHOES BUT THIS IS NOT ABOUT THAT
based off this gifset
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Kurt skirts around a table of chattering cheerleaders to make his way to where Rachel is sitting alone, sipping her coffee and pursing her lips impatiently.
“Sorry,” Kurt says with a labored sigh, gesturing around the packed cafe. “We’re busy.”
Rachel hums and takes another sip of her latte, legs crossed and one eyebrow cocked. “So are you ready to leave?” she says, setting down her drink and smoothing her jacket primly. “We’re going to miss the movie if we don’t leave soon.”
“Yeah, just…” Kurt sighs at the sound of his boss calling for him to refill the cups while a baby starts crying on the other side of the room. He still hasn’t quite gotten used to the rush of the weekend crowd and he’s starting to feel flustered when Rachel suddenly grabs his wrist, staring past him through wide eyes.
“Kurt,” she hisses, squeezing his wrist almost painfully tight as she looks back up at him. “That guy over there is staring at you.”
Some messy “Guilty Pleasures” doodling. I should do this after every episode.
Once again Katie inspires a drabble because I got a text from her (her name is Blaine in my phone) saying she was being hit on IN FRONT OF HER PARENTS. Cue me thinking about Blaine being hit on in front of his own parents.
Actual photo of Katie’s encounter included. ;)
“How is school going, dear?” asks Blaine’s mother after they order their drinks.
Blaine is looking over his menu, trying to decide between the pasta and steak. He tries to hold back a smile. “Well,” he says. “Things have really shaped up after Sectionals. Everyone is back together in Glee and it’s - nice.”
His mom nods and gives him a kind smile. His dad is still looking down at his own menu, not commenting. His dad usually doesn’t talk much when they go out to eat, especially not about Blaine’s life. It’s something he’s come to accept.
“And Kurt? How’s Kurt?” asks his mom.
“He’s great,” says Blaine. “He’s really nervous about his applications to college, though.”
“I’m sure he’ll do fine,” says his mom. “He’s a smart boy.”
“His dad just won that seat in congress, right?” his dad asks, looking up from his menu for a moment.
“Yeah, he did,” says Blaine, a little surprised.
“He’s a pretty good man,” says his dad. “I think he’ll do well in Washington.”
semi-spoilery christmas drabble kind of based on the promo for 4.10
“Was it weird?”
Blaine’s brow furrowed, his hot cocoa warm against his lips as he finished his sip and lowered, the cup, glancing quizzically at Kurt. “Was what weird?”
Kurt pursed his lips, his gaze lingering momentarily on Blaine, his face awash in the warm glow of the Christmas tree. “Glee club just … not existing.” When Blaine didn’t answer, Kurt added, “I just mean … no rehearsals, everyone just being dispersed, living in their own little world?”
Blaine frowned and turned his gaze to the miniature lightbulbs adorning the tree. The amber in his eyes shone astonishingly in their light and Kurt forced himself to wrench his gaze away to keep the beat of his heart from stuttering, his breathing calm and slow like the still of a winter’s night just after snowfall.
“I don’t know,” he answered finally with a shrug. “I guess I didn’t really have that much time to adjust to it.”
The room fell silent and it was only when it grew and lengthened to engulf the both of them that Blaine glanced at Kurt again to find him staring at the base of the tree, his fingers wrapped tightly around the warm ceramic of his mug, his eyes unseeing as he fell deeper into his own thoughts, starting only when Blaine questioned softly, “Why do you ask?”
“I guess … I just can’t help but think what it’d be like if Glee never existed.”
Mia was so cute when we asked if we could take pics of just her because her dress was so pretty. She got all flustered and blushed like she couldn’t believe we would want such a thing! She was really sweet.
amazing commission from ourlivesareweird based on this ficlet where Kurt initiates a kiss for the first time.
In which Rachel gets her big break, singing in times square on New Years Eve.
