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this is where we put our crazy klaine au's. gifsets by mothafickle; drabbles by inkystars. [ ]

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DO YOU HEAR THE KLAINERS SING

SINGING THE SONG OF COME WHAT MAY

IT IS THE MUSIC OF THEIR OTP

WHO WILL GET MARRIED ONE DAY

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FAN FICTION WRITERS APPRECIATION DAY! You two make magic in ways that can hardly be described in words!

:') You're too sweet.

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As Tames Mothafickle will be leaving tumblr, Inkyfickle is on hiatus until further notice.

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NEVER MIND SHE'S STAYING WE'RE ONLY ON BRIEF HIATUS

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As Tames Mothafickle will be leaving tumblr, Inkyfickle is on hiatus until further notice.

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sorry we haven't updated in a while! i was gone last week and inky is gone this week but we have some stuff planned yaaaaay :D

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yall should do a captain america klaine crossover.

Super!Klaine is in two weeks! ^_^

ETA: Whoops, this was for the wrong blog, nevermind.

Hmmm...Captain America Klaine...

(well, I have a fic where Kurt is Steve's great grandson, does that count?)

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You should write a sequel to the fic about Kurt forgetting his daughter birthday for living in Paris, It was really sad :(

Funny you should mention that...

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new theme :D

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if that was your drabble which i think it was. It is AMAZING! And I love it... and you!

Yes! It was my (inkystars) drabble!

Thank you! ^_^

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“Easy on the cross-stitching, Kurt,” Thomas smirked. “You’re not making a burlap sack.” 

“Can it, Thomas,” Kurt snapped. “Your line is crooked at the elbow.”

Thomas glared, his fingers pinching his needle. “I was going for Sarah Burton.”

“You say all of your mistakes are in the name of McQueen,” Kurt rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you just own up to the fact that you’re a terrible designer and not bring my icon into it.”

“Says the so-called-designer who brings home scraps of material each night,” Ashley laughed from one mannequin over. 

Kurt froze, his needle halfway through the fabric. “What?”

Carter popped his head up from the dress he was mending, over-waxed eyebrow raised. “Oh please, you bring home a square of cloth every night. What’s the matter? Too poor to buy your own fabric?”

“Not that it’s any of your business,” Kurt snapped, leafing his needle through. “But they’re for my boyfriend. I make him a bow tie with the extra fabric and send them to him.”

“Oh, right, the ‘boyfriend’,” Carter rolled his eyes.

“The one that supposedly is waiting back for you in Ohio,” Ashley laughed. “And is the kindest sweetest sexiest most handsome thing ever to walk the earth.”

“And you couldn’t possibly be unfaithful to him,” Thomas said mockingly. “Which is why you never go out with any of the crew after work. It’s because of 'the boyfriend'. Not—I don’t know—because you know that no one will pick you up because of that hair—”

“Those clothes.”

“That voice.”

“—and you’ll have to acknowledge that you’ll be alone forever.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I don’t go out with you all because I go home and work. See, fashion is important to me and I don’t need to get wasted to think I’m a good designer. I also clean my house, keep up with body care—which none of you clearly care about by the looks of your nail beds, Carter, your roots, Ashley, and your dry skin, Thomas—and then I skype my boyfriend who I love very much.”

“Aw! I love you too, darling!”

Kurt whipped around to see his boyfriend standing there amongst the desks and mannequins and yards of fabric, smiling brilliantly at Kurt, wearing the sea green bow tie he’d made him a few days ago.

“Blaine!” Kurt ran over, throwing his arms around him. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, as I recall, you were upset that you only had mannequins to work with and not live bodies,” Blaine smiled. “So, I’m here to offer up my services for the weekend. Use me as you will, Mr. Hummel.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Stop,” Kurt grinned, whacking him on the arm. “That’s for later. Now we have to get you into some suits…”

“Mmm,” Blaine rubbed his hands together excitedly. “I do love a good suit…” He noticed the other interns in the room. “Oh! I’m sorry! I’m Blaine, Kurt’s boyfriend.” He held out his hand to shake.

The other three in the room just stared at him.

“Honey, this is Ashley, Carter, and Thomas,” Kurt said sweetly.

Blaine’s smile turned saccharine—he’d heard those names multiple times in the past month and on more than one occasion, these three had caused his boyfriend to doubt himself. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” Kurt sighed happily. “Come on, let’s get you suited up.”

It ended up drawing a huge crowd—the youngest intern sewing a handsome youth into various Tom Ford, Gucci, and Prada suits. Celia, one of the runway photographers, ended up taking photos of the whole thing and Victor, a junior writer, wanted to do a half-page spread on interns at the company for the newest issue. Kurt told them that Blaine was aiming for Broadway and that they’d all see him there soon enough, and Blaine told them that his boyfriend designed a great deal of his clothes and he’d be a full sponsor once he opened his own line.

Victor and Celia gobbled it up, Victor scribbling down the small details and Celia taking a photo of the two of them sitting in chairs, their hands linked between them as Kurt reached up to make sure that Blaine’s fluffy hairstyle stayed in place, Blaine smiling adoringly at him.

Carter, Ashley, and Thomas watched green with envy from the sidelines.

“I don’t understand,” Carter muttered. “How did he—”

“Get that?” Ashley finished, shaking her head. 

“Maybe we had Hummel pegged wrong,” Thomas said bitterly. “I mean, we always thought he was frigid, maybe he’s a whore instead.”

“Actually,” a cold voice said from behind them. They turned and there stood Blaine, looking imposing in a Topman tuxedo. “He got me because he’s the most compassionate, loving, beautiful, sexy, ridiculous, and cool man I’ve ever met. And I fell in love with him.” He looked the trio up and down, eyebrow quirked in disdain. “And by the looks of those clothes, he’s about ten times more talented than you three combined—not that that’s very difficult.” He looked all three of them in the eye. “So back off my boyfriend unless you want me, my movie star brother, Kurt’s quarterback military brother, and his congressman father after you all. Got it?”

The three nodded numbly.

Blaine smiled, his happiness disarming. “Thanks! Oh, and one more thing…”

He punched Thomas in the jaw.

“That’s for calling my boyfriend a whore.”

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We're working on something.

*insert pic of smily batman chibi thingy right here*

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im lAUHGING AND SCREAMING CAUSE VANESSA AND I BOTH REBLOGGED THE SAME AU NLBIURVUIDR

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omg

HOW

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im lAUHGING AND SCREAMING CAUSE VANESSA AND I BOTH REBLOGGED THE SAME AU NLBIURVUIDR

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au in which kurt doesn’t get into nyada and goes to pursue fashion instead … OH WAIT I THINK THIS IS CANON?

“Blaine!”

“WOAH!” There was a loud crackling and Kurt knew that Blaine had dropped the phone. A voice cleared on the other line. “Warn a guy next time before you start screaming, baby.”

“Blaine, I’m about to scream,” Kurt said dryly. “Blaine! Blaine! Blaine! Blaine!”

“What?” Blaine laughed.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Kurt jumped up and down excitedly, drawing quite a few looks from passerby.

“Why, you’re welcome,” Blaine chuckled. “Remind me what I did?”

“You convinced me to apply for the Vogue internship, even when I thought that I couldn’t get it.”

“Wait…are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I got in! They want me! I start work on Tuesday!”

“Kurt that’s fantastic!” Blaine squealed. “We must celebrate—I’ll fly out tomorrow after school.”

“Blaine,” Kurt protested. “We can’t, you—”

“Oh come on. Remember what I promised you last Christmas? I’ll always be there for you, Kurt. At your lowest and highest points. To celebrate your victories, no matter how small. And Kurt, this is pretty big.”

“Okay, flatterer,” Kurt smiled. “Actually, this is perfect. They’re putting me in this little apartment down by the Village and I’ll need someone to help me decorate…”

“Perfect. We should start with the bedroom first. Test the bed. You know, make sure you won’t get back problems sleeping on it.”

“Blaine!” Kurt hissed, looking around before he realized that no one could hear Blaine. “Behave.”

“I won’t tomorrow night.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I’m horny. And I miss my sexy beautiful talented lovely boyfriend.”

Kurt blushed. “Flattery gets you nowhere.”

“Flattery gets me everywhere. Luckily, the only place I want to get is inside your pants.”

“You’ve been in my pants a million times,” Kurt smirked. “Don’t you still have my mustard pair?”

“I’ve commandeered them.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Alright, I’ll see you at Penn Station tomorrow night, honey.”

“See you then, darling. And Kurt?”

“Yes?”

“…I’m so unbelievably proud of you.”

Kurt’s eyes watered up and he smiled. “Thank you, Blaine. Until tomorrow?”

“Until tomorrow.”

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au in which kurt doesn’t get into nyada and goes to pursue fashion instead … OH WAIT I THINK THIS IS CANON?

“Blaine!”

“WOAH!” There was a loud crackling and Kurt knew that Blaine had dropped the phone. A voice cleared on the other line. “Warn a guy next time before you start screaming, baby.”

“Blaine, I’m about to scream,” Kurt said dryly. “Blaine! Blaine! Blaine! Blaine!”

“What?” Blaine laughed.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Kurt jumped up and down excitedly, drawing quite a few looks from passerby.

“Why, you’re welcome,” Blaine chuckled. “Remind me what I did?”

“You convinced me to apply for the Vogue internship, even when I thought that I couldn’t get it.”

“Wait…are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I got in! They want me! I start work on Tuesday!”

“Kurt that’s fantastic!” Blaine squealed. “We must celebrate—I’ll fly out tomorrow after school.”

“Blaine,” Kurt protested. “We can’t, you—”

“Oh come on. Remember what I promised you last Christmas? I’ll always be there for you, Kurt. At your lowest and highest points. To celebrate your victories, no matter how small. And Kurt, this is pretty big.”

“Okay, flatterer,” Kurt smiled. “Actually, this is perfect. They’re putting me in this little apartment down by the Village and I’ll need someone to help me decorate…”

“Perfect. We should start with the bedroom first. Test the bed. You know, make sure you won’t get back problems sleeping on it.”

“Blaine!” Kurt hissed, looking around before he realized that no one could hear Blaine. “Behave.”

“I won’t tomorrow night.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I’m horny. And I miss my sexy beautiful talented lovely boyfriend.”

Kurt blushed. “Flattery gets you nowhere.”

“Flattery gets me everywhere. Luckily, the only place I want to get is inside your pants.”

“You’ve been in my pants a million times,” Kurt smirked. “Don’t you still have my mustard pair?”

“I’ve commandeered them.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Alright, I’ll see you at Penn Station tomorrow night, honey.”

“See you then, darling. And Kurt?”

“Yes?”

“…I’m so unbelievably proud of you.”

Kurt’s eyes watered up and he smiled. “Thank you, Blaine. Until tomorrow?”

“Until tomorrow.”

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one of these days i'm going to accidentally publish one of the posts on our drafts and you're all going to know our secrets

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AU where I do the gif sets and Tames writes the fic.　

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aka: the apocalypse