#barole

[justgleekout]

Ooh @strawberriistarz you now inspired me to make a glee top 10 as well hehe! So here it is :)

[cryscendo]

GLEE

Season 2 (pt. 1) | September 21, 2010 – May 24, 2011

[santinacedes]

"You're everything Carole. Words can't describe you. You're everything and I will love you til the day I die"

[angelhummel]

Glee + Reductress Headlines (19/?)

[von-frappe]

love them (my favourites)

cute (it’s a fun time but not a favourite)

fine (more neutral on them)

plot reasons (couples just there for #plot)

where’s the flavour? (couples that really lack that something)

no (no)

[katyobsesses]

Help I'm getting really invested in my Barolebeth AU (Carole/Burt/Elizabeth) with kid!Furt friendship.

kid!Finn is a sweetheart and kid!Kurt is so cute and Elizabeth is so kind but fierce and strong and is Finn's kindergarten teacher and dresses in pastel sweaters and floral skirts and speaks her mind and loves her son to death and alfhsodgwkdvskdhvg

[gleebrackets]

First round of the Favorite Ships bracket! We have 32 contenders, who will win?

Vote Here!

[coffeegleek]

Cop Carole and Her Tentacled Stepson: Chapter 6

by coffeegleek

Summary: Carole’s a cop. Kurt has a secret, but he’s not the only one. That’s how it started out. Now it has more plot and a joyous ending. :D

Read on AO3   Bonus nsfw stick figure fanart

Tumblr: Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  fic is complete

Chapter 6: Friday Night Saturday Night Dinner

Chapter Summary: Friday night dinner on Saturday with the fam. (The beginning of it at least.)

AN: Look what I learned while looking up the lyrics to “You Are My Sunshine” and then the nursery rhymes I hadn't heard horrors about. I am just as devastated as Kurt. Didn’t think this chapter would start out this way, but I got the idea in my head for the song when I saw the word “grey” and just rolled with it.

(grey)

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“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away.”

“I love that song. Don’t know what made me think of it. Guess I’m just happy.” Kurt gave a coy grin over his shoulder as he let Blaine into his house. His flirting was so spot on. Blaine wouldn’t be able to resist asking to be his boyfriend. Or maybe he would ask him. All was fair and equal when you were in love and gay.

“Did you know there are other words to the song?”

“What? No, there’s not. That’s the song. You just repeat it a bunch of times. My mom would sing it to me all the time when I was little. She told me I was her little ray of sunshine and made her days brighter.”

“The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I bowed my head and I cried.

I'll always love you and make you happy, If you will only say the same. But if you leave me and love another, You'll regret it all some day.”

“Blaine Anderson, you have officially ruined my childhood.”

“There’s one version with an additional verse about the woman leaving him.”

“I would too if I were her because she clearly has her reasons.” Blaine’s scrunchy, apology face was not helping. How was he supposed to flirt now with this kind of material to work with? Maybe he should go change into tighter pants. Pretend he spilled something on them. Something sexy and soothing like warm milk to remind Blaine of other things that were white and came from a place hidden by pants.

“I don’t think it was meant to be interpreted that way, Kurt.”

“You boys both sound great.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Kurt hugged his dad as he and Blaine entered the kitchen, surprised to find Officer Hudson there as well this early. He didn’t think she was supposed to come over until Finn got out of football practice. He glanced around for any signs that the two adults, who should know better, had been defiling the countertops or kitchen island; relieved when he didn’t find any. Thankfully, they seemed to be keeping it to his dad’s bedroom where such things belonged. Things that weren't fully cancelled out by the headphones his dad had bought him.

“Absolutely lovely.”

“Thank you, Officer Hudson.”

“Kurt, I told you, when we’re in private, it’s Carole.” Carole returned Kurt’s ready smile. He was a sweet kid. Burt had done a great job raising him. And in cleaning up the evidence of what they’d finished doing only minutes before the boys arrived home earlier than expected. Thank the gods she’d worn only denim jeans and a blouse today. Having to put back on all of her gear that quickly after Burt had lifted her up onto the countertop and thoroughly debauched every inch of her favorite erogenous zones wouldn’t have been possible. She couldn’t wait to return the favor with her own talented mouth and tongue.

Kurt turned to his guest and made proper introductions. Blaine tainting memories of his mother or not, he was still a gentleman. “Office Hudson, Dad, this is Blaine Anderson, the friend I’ve been telling you about.”

“It’s very nice to meet you both, Mr. Hudson, Officer Hummel. Kurt’s only had wonderful things to say about you both.”

Burt shook the hand the young man held out to him and Carole. No wonder his son was a goner. Hummel men fell hard and fast. Hummel fathers also knew how to tease their kids. “Nice to finally meet the boy Kurt’s been gushing about non-stop these past two weeks.”

“Dad!”

Carole laughed along with Burt at Kurt’s blushing reaction and Blaine’s hopeful smile. Those two were smitten to the core. At Kurt’s silent plea to her to change the subject, she indulged him. “Kurt, did you know that many nursery rhymes are also not as nice as children are led to believe?”

While he was grateful that Carole had rescued him, Kurt couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He had hoped they would talk about something more mature such as the fact that they both procured their produce via a local farm’s CSA program. Still, he went along with it - in his own way, pushing to move things along to better subjects. “Everyone knows about Ring Around the Rosie.”

“I’m talking about the others. Jack and Jill, the racist ones I won’t say by name. Mary Mary Quite Contrary is about Queen Mary I of England being a homicidal sadist. Silver bells and cockle shells were devices of torture, not flowers.”

“Oh, my god! You’re supposed to be an officer of the law protecting people, not ruining their childhoods further!” Kurt looked to his father for help, but the man was only chuckling. This was not how his date was supposed to go. He grabbed Blaine’s hand and tugged on it. “Come on, Blaine, let’s go to my room. It’s safer there.”

When the boys were most assuredly locked in Kurt’s basement bedroom and the Broadway cast recording of Wicked started blasting from one of their phones, Carole turned to Burt with a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goddess they’re finally gone. If Kurt had wanted to start making dinner now, I didn’t know how I was going to keep hiding the fact that I’ve had my underwear balled up in my left hand this entire time.”

Burt leaned in and kissed up Carole’s neck until he reached her ear. “Maybe next time don’t wear any.”

“Burt Hummel, you are a filthy, filthy man and I love it. Good thing I brought the handcuffs with me to use on you later tonight.”

“Looking forward to it, Officer Carole.”