Thanks to @cryscendo for the tag and for past tags and to everybody else who has tagged me in the past and then I haven't made a post... I appreciate every time I get tagged, I've just been kinda drowning in work lately and haven't had time to write.
BUT I'm going to share a little bit I wrote several months ago for tbosas au which has been living rent free in my head for a while - I started outlining this back in December, and will hopefully eventually get to write it all! This is more than 6 sentences because fuck the rules <3
“And there he is, Blaine Anderson himself,” Santana announces to their small group. “They can’t give him the prize, right? He already has enough handed to him, being an Anderson.”
Blaine catches Sebastian’s eye for just a moment before Sebastian can turn back to the group, and he starts to walk over.
“Which is ridiculous anyway, he’s district. He doesn’t even belong here but he still has everything handed to him? It makes no sense.”
As Blaine walks up to the group, Santana plasters a sickeningly sweet smile across her face. “Hi, Blaine.”
“Hi Santana,” Blaine greets her quickly, then looks to Sebastian. “Hey, Bastian.”
Sebastian cringes a little, hates it when Blaine calls him that, like they’re the best of friends, hates that being associated with Blaine makes everyone else question his own place here, too; he doesn’t need his status being questioned, it’s hard enough fooling them all as it is without Blaine getting in the way. But Blaine knows what Sebastian’s life is, Blaine’s whole family knows, and it’s humiliating but he can’t help it, needs to stay on Blaine’s good side so that at least he’ll keep it to himself.
Going to tag @daisyishedwig @esperantoauthor @blurglesmurfklaine @kurtsascot @calsvoid @fallevs and anybody else who wants to do this! (I know some of you already got tagged but I'm double tagging you because I want to and fuck the rules <3)
Isn't it Strange is like... 13 going on 30 meets it's a wonderful life? I don't know why I'm making that analogy I've never seen It's A Wonderful Life.
But essentially it's a post-season 6 break up fic where Blaine's like "damn this sucks booty. I wish I'd never even met Kurt" and then he wakes up and he's living a life in which he and Kurt have never met because it sounds awkward and painful and I'm just a slut for angst i guess
Here's a snippet!
“Let it be known that I love Rachel Barbra Berry to the ends of this earth, but if I have to wake up to the sound of her gargling salt water at five in the morning as a preventative measure against bronchitis one more time, I might actually poison our water supply with arsenic. Take us both out.”
Blaine stops in his tracks, mid-chew, and blinks at Kurt sitting opposite the table.
“But enough about me and my roommate’s inconsiderate hygiene habits, how are things on the Blaine train?” Blaine fights a smile when Kurt winces a little. “I—let’s just—can we pretend I didn’t just say Blaine train?”
He waits expectantly for a moment, but Blaine just sighs. “Kurt, you… you don’t have to do this.”
Kurt furrows his eyebrows. “Don’t have to do what?”
Blaine shakes his head a little, every passing second fueling his embarrassment. He knows exactly what’s happening here, and he isn’t about to let himself confuse Kurt’s inherent kindness with any genuine interest. He said he was closing this road, and he has to stick to that.
“You’re a really sweet guy, Kurt, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I don’t want your pity.”
“I don’t pity you,” Kurt says evenly, mouth twitching. “I do find you intriguing.”
Blaine huffs out a small laugh. Kurt may find him intriguing now, but once he uncovers everything underneath, Blaine knows he won’t like what he sees. He already didn’t.
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ♥️
You’re asking me to choose from my babies? I love them all! Here are five fics I’m most proud of.
Westerville Abbey Verse
Blaine is the second son of the earl of Westerville, and is considered the spare heir. After his 18th birthday, he attends the London Season to fulfill his duty of finding a wife. He soon realizes he is more attracted to the new footman. Kurt, who has just arrived at Westerville Abbey to work alongside his father, becomes equally as smitten with the earl’s youngest son. Will Blaine and Kurt be able to overcome their class differences in 1910s England? Will their forbidden love survive WW1? A Downton Abbey inspired historical Klaine AU.
The Seduction
Venetian Blaine arrives at Carnival’s masquerade ball, looking for his next conquest. His reputation as a lover is legendary, and no one can resist him. Virgin Kurt captures his attention, but seducing him will require careful planning. As they spend time together, will Blaine be able to carry out his plan successfully? A historical Klaine AU set in 18th-century Venice.
Rocking Horse Ranch
Kurt has been working hard all year, and has earned a well-deserved break. He joins his family for the Christmas and New Year holidays at Rocking Horse Ranch, just north of New York City. The all-inclusive resort has plenty of outdoor and indoor activities along with evening entertainment. It boasts that it has something for everyone. Little does Kurt know that it also has someone for everyone. Holiday maker!Kurt and activities staff!Blaine. A Klaine AU meeting. Written for Grlnxtdr29’s Klaine Christmas Eve Challenge and the Klaine Advent Challenge.
Butterfly Wings
A fashion blog started at University launched Blaine Anderson’s fortune and fame. As Vogue’s new editor-in-chief, he is struggling to find an original angle for an upcoming issue. Kurt Hummel has recently arrived in New York City after finishing high school, and is having no luck building a musical theater career, so he decides to explore another passion of his: fashion. He applies for an internship at Vogue, and Isabelle sees in him the perfect fresh face to liven up the magazine, and convinces him to try out as a model. Kurt meets Blaine, and in spite of their 10-year age difference, sparks fly. Can they overcome misunderstandings and sabotage to find their happily-ever-after? Klaine model AU.
The Ghost Kitchen
At the start of the Covid-19 pandemic, Kurt lived in Lima with his father. Two years later, he returned to New York City. As he needed money to pay for rent and food, he got a job in a booming industry: food delivery. His first delivery order was a pick-up from Warbler Food Enterprises. Little did he know he would meet a cute chef there that would turn his world upside down.
tagging @lilyvandersteen, @grlnxtdr30, @gleefuldarrencrissfan, @gleefulpoppet @teddyshoney, @jayhawk-writes, and anyone who wants to parcipate.
This is actually the biggest project I've worked on and the one I'm working on atm. There have been several breaks to it during the summer so it's still not done :') But yeah, back in April I couldn't decide on which of Bosco's looks to draw from season 14 while I was waiting for the finale to air and this is the solution I came up with, drawing all of them🤡
There's 33+3 looks on my list :D That's why I have 6 files💀 Because I use up to 50 layers while working on one look(SAI's limit is 250ish) so one while can fit only about 5 looks.
I have only 5+3 looks left to do so maybe I'll finish this someday. I have been very impatient when I've worked on this, I constantly want to share the finished ones with everyone I know. I have also used my fav Bosco look as my side blogs pfp for a few months already.
I am very proud of several of them. The amount of work and detail some of them required was too much but definitely worth it.
Title: Undiagnosed
Author: Esperanto
Rating: T
Status: WIP
Genre/tropes: romance, emotional hurt/comfort, high school AU, friends to lovers, POV multiple
Summary: “As he glanced at the calendar, Burt Hummel contemplated—not for the first time—how little he had in common with his only child.”
Burt Hummel doesn’t know how to connect with his son but when he discovers that Kurt has a serious problem, Burt will do anything to help him. Told from multiple perspectives, this is a story about what happens when a problem goes undiagnosed, and what happens when it finally is.
cover art by @gleefulpoppet | beta-read by @blaineandersimp
📖 Chapter 1 now available on Ao3 📖
teaser below the cut
Burt
As he glanced at the calendar, Burt Hummel contemplated—not for the first time—how little he had in common with his only child. Burt had been wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and a baseball cap since his twenty-first birthday; Kurt, meanwhile, dressed like someone had run his wardrobe through a blender. Burt enjoyed a cold beer and a close game; Kurt, on the other hand, enjoyed unpronounceable foods and obscure French films. Some days Burt Hummel felt like he was raising a completely different species instead of someone who supposedly shared half of his genes.
He glanced at the date he had circled on the calendar and sighed.
It was always a good week when Sean, one of his best customers, was able to hook him up with Buckeyes tickets. Sean had season tickets, but there were always a few games he wasn’t able to make and Burt was very grateful to be on the list of people he offered them to when that happened.
He had two tickets for this weekend and he wondered if he should even bother inviting Kurt to go this year.
After all, Kurt was only going to complain the whole time about the outfits or how unhealthy the food at the stadium is. And that’s if he even came at all. Burt had been turned down the last few times he’d asked.
Burt couldn’t help but notice that the teenage moodiness he had been warned about had really taken root in the past year or so. Kurt’d been withdrawn and quiet ever since his mother passed, but lately there had been an edge to the quiet that Burt found unsettling. He tried to remind himself that this was supposedly normal for teenagers while simultaneously wishing that Lizzie was here, so he had someone else to figure all of this out with.
He decided not to bother asking Kurt about the game; he couldn’t see an outcome that he would actually enjoy. The kid was getting older; he didn’t want to hang out with his old man any more and Burt just needed to start accepting that.
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“I’m going to a game with Mitchell on Saturday,” he mentioned casually over Friday night dinner. Cooking was yet another of Kurt’s interests that Burt couldn’t relate to, but he certainly appreciated the results. “Chicken came out good today, kid,” he added.
Kurt’s pale face was unreadable. “Thanks,” was all he said, not even acknowledging the part about the football game.
“Got any plans?” Burt asked warily. The answer was almost always “no,” or at least not anything that Burt would actually consider plans, but he hadn’t given up yet on asking. He had responsibilities as a parent, after all.
“There’s an Audrey Hepburn marathon on the Turner Classic Movies channel this evening which I simply cannot miss. I was planning on visiting the fabric store on Saturday—they’re having a 30% off sale and I’m completely bored with all my patterns.”
Burt sighed. So that’s a “no,” then. At least Kurt was planning to leave the house; that was something. He just wished his son had a friend to spend time with on the weekends.
“Kurt?”
“Yes, Dad?”
How do you ask your fifteen-year-old son if he has any friends? Burt couldn’t come up with anything that didn’t sound horribly insulting.
“Are the kids at school treating you alright?”
Kurt whipped his head around sharply, making eye contact with Burt. He arched one of his perfectly groomed eyebrows at his father.
“Sure, they treat me fine. Why do you ask?” Kurt’s words tumbled out just a little too fast to sound casual.
He sighed. “I just… you can tell me if they aren’t, okay? I know it’s been a while but I do remember what high school’s like. You just… you never talk about anyone from school anymore.”
Kurt held his head up high. “You shouldn’t be worrying about me, Dad. You know me… I just have high standards and everyone in that school is a tragic bore. I promise if I ever find anyone interesting in that hellhole, I’ll be sure to invite them ‘round.”
“Fine, then. You do that.”
Well, that was a bust. Burt was pretty sure his son wasn’t telling him the whole truth, but there was only so far he could push before Kurt would shut down on him completely. He’ll tell me when he’s ready.
“Do you have much homework this weekend?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Oh, we’re reading something useless in English Lit right now. I’ll just read the cliff notes and still be more informed than half the neanderthals in that class.”
Kurt had a strong work ethic, but unfortunately it only applied to a very select set of activities. Academics had never been Burt’s forte either, but letting the comment lie seemed downright neglectful. “Kurt,” he scolded. “You should read the actual book.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. There was that teenage moodiness again.
“Oh, come on. What are you reading? I doubt they’ve updated the curriculum much since my day, we may even have it somewhere around here.”
“Catcher in the Rye.” Kurt sounded bored.
“Hey! That one’s pretty short. Why don’t you at least give it a try, huh? Don’t you want to go to college someday? I think you have to read books in college.” Burt intended his comment to be teasing but Kurt frowned deeply at him in response.
“I’m not going to college,” Kurt said darkly.
Burt stiffened. Like hell you’re not.
“Wait, what? Since when? What happened to all that talk in 7th grade about getting the hell out of Ohio? I think that would be really good for you. You know, stretch your wings, find people who have more in common with you.”
“Yeah, well, plans change,” he spat out angrily.
What is going on with him? Burt studied his son in surprised silence. Kurt’s anger confused him but he could sense he was teetering right on the edge of losing Kurt for the evening so he didn’t press.
“Fair enough,” he capitulated. “Maybe try to keep your options open, yeah? You’re only a sophomore. Lots of time to think about the future.”
Kurt snorted but said nothing else. He finished the last few bites of his dinner in silence then immediately asked to be excused to do the washing up.
Burt wished that he knew what he was supposed to say, but no matter what he tried, it never seemed to be the right thing.
do you know any fics where it focuses on kurt realizing blaine doesn’t have a perfect life like he thought he had, and blaine letting his walls down? preferably in the canon universe, but it can be AU too
I suggest you browse our our Blaine’s father tag because he is usually the source of Blaine’s imperfect life filled with secrets. All the fics below divert from canon. With the exception of the last one, they are all set in high school. - HKVoyage
Fire With Fire by mmerainbows
Badboy!Blaine (S2/3 AU) William McKinley High School has its jocks, its geeks, its preps, and its skanks. It also has the one kid even the bullies stay out of the way for - Blaine Anderson. No one crosses him, and Kurt knows to keep out of his way and do what he wants, whether that's supplying Blaine with a pencil for French class when it's demanded of him, or just staying quiet.
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Express Yourself by @esperantoauthor
When he was 4, he didn’t notice it. When he was 6, he hoped he could outgrow it. When he was 14 he thought he could ignore it. When he was 16, he tried hide it.
When Blaine is attacked for being different, he transfers to a new school where he meets a cadre of misfits called The New Directions, who seem very impressed with his singing and very curious about his past. Blaine just wanted to fit in but maybe he will find something better: his voice.
[A canon-divergent story in which Blaine transferred to McKinley rather than Dalton after being attacked at his old school.]
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Fathers by OnceinYourLife
"I love my son, and my son loves Blaine. He matters to me." While the glee club is in New York, Burt receives an unexpected visitor.
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I Don't Date Cheerios by @teddyshoney
Blaine, leader of the McKinley High bad boys is forced to join a club, and he winds up singing in front of the Glee Club. Who else would be in the audience besides Cheerio Kurt? Kurt's never been a fan of Blaine, but that's all about to change...
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Counting Stars by BlowTheCandlesOut
Life is perfect. Blaine is perfect. Kurt Hummel has never been happier or more in love, but what happens when Kurt begins to see that everyone has secrets?
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The Symphony Verse by shandyall
Blaine has spent most of his life feeling like the only thing people notice about him is that he stutters. He’s working hard to overcome his (mostly self created) roadblocks when he meets Kurt in an online class the summer after his freshman year of college.
“Lights out in five minutes,” Kurt announces firmly. Director Sue is incredibly strict about lights out and Kurt wants to avoid the lecture he’s sure to earn if his boys are even a minute late.
Groans of complaint fill the cabin but the boys are resigned to their fate and dutifully begin to hurry through the final stages of their bedtime routines, scurrying to the bathroom and tugging on sweatshirts before climbing into their bunk beds.
Kurt turns to his co-counselor, Finn. “It’s been two weeks. Shouldn’t they be any better at this?”
Finn just shrugs at him.
“Kurt?” says one of the boys tentatively. He bites his lip, looking younger all of a sudden. Kurt and Finn were assigned to the thirteen-year-olds and Kurt is constantly surprised by the way their behavior swings between maturity and childhood like a pendulum.
“There isn’t really a monster in the woods, right?” the boy, Shane, whispers.
Of course, Director Sue thinks having a scary story campfire cookout at the end of the summer is just a big pile of fun but who has to clean up the mess when they wet the bed in fright that night? I do.
“Of course not,” Kurt says, trying to sound reassuring. But Shane just bites his lip harder, looking unconvinced. Kurt beckons him to a corner where they will have a little bit more privacy. “Do you think I would work here if there was a monster in the woods?”
Shane considers Kurt’s argument, then his worried frown turns into a crooked grin. “Well, you did scream pretty loud when we found the snake under the cabin last week.” Now Shane is giggling. Better the camper laughing at Kurt’s expense than too afraid to sleep all night. “Blaine did have to come over from Talking Timber cabin to make it go away. Okay, yeah, you definitely wouldn’t work here if there was a monster.”
“See? I promise. Nothing scary in the woods.” Shane thanks him and climbs up to his bunk, thankfully ready for bed. Kurt lets out a sigh of relief. Crisis averted.
The radio at his waist crackles. Then Director Sue’s muffled voice comes through. “Lights out. Roll Call.”
Kurt hops to attention and pokes his head into the bathroom, checking to make sure no stray campers are still brushing their teeth. It is thankfully empty. He surveys the bunk room and is pleased to see that Finn is hustling the stragglers into their beds.
The co-counselors exchange silent nods and then Finn announces loudly, “Lights out!”
Finn flips the light switch and the room goes pitch black. In ten minutes or so, the starlight will be enough to keep them from tripping over any duffel bags but for now Kurt has to blindly pick his way across the room to the front door. Kurt and Finn step out onto the narrow porch, where the sound of the radio is less likely to keep the campers awake. Roll call will be starting any second now.
“Big Pine?” Sue’s voice crackles.
“In for the night,” Rachel and Mercedes answer.
“Talking Timbers?”
“Tucked in tight,” Blaine and Sam reply.
“Firefly?”
Kurt holds down the button and together with Finn he says, “Sleeping soundly.”
Sue continues through the roll call until each of the cabins has checked in. Two of the cabins admit that they are running late with profuse apologies. Sue seems to have eyes everywhere; somehow she always knows if someone is lying about lights out. Kurt has no idea how she does it.
Crickets chirp in the distance. Finn heads inside, leaving Kurt to have a moment of solitude.
Kurt’s eyes are starting to adjust to the darkness and he steps off of the porch, throwing his head back to take in the stars. The sky is outrageously beautiful here. It’s his favorite thing about working here and why he’s come back for the past two summers. The pay is decent enough for a college summer job but he could find that in lots of places. Kurt comes back to New Directions Wilderness Camp for the stars, thousands of them blinking back at him from unfathomably far away. You don’t get that in New York City. Well, that and the fact that last summer he fell hopelessly in love with Blaine Anderson but is too chickenshit—those were Rachel’s exact words—to do anything about it.
There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tomorrow night. Kurt has this vague idea that maybe he can get Blaine to sneak out and meet him so they can watch it together. He thinks he might be brave enough under the spell of the stars.
He lets out a sigh of longing and turns to head back into the cabin.
AIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH
A loud, horrible screech comes from behind him.
Kurt whips around, his heart racing, but all he sees are the woods. He knows the sounds of the night by now and that wasn’t anything he’s ever heard before. Not the chirping of the crickets, nor the droning of the cicadas, nor the hooting of the owls. It sounded like nothing he’s ever heard before.
He snatches the radio from his belt and realizes that his hands are shaking. “Did you hear that? Did anyone hear that?”
