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updated my intro post... something i had been procrastinating for like, so long ;-;

ANYWAYS HAVE THIS FROM THE GLEE/GREEK MYTHOS STORY I WROTE THAT WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR ME:

dorks <3

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A meme for my fic, All or Nothing, which you can find here.

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A sort of plot for the first episode for my Glee rewrite, where I’m going to give everyone a hell of a lot more solos, music, arcs and shit. Also give some people, not all- a happy ending.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

(I have done all the way until S4, just developing the plots of each character from S1-S4. Characters that make sense to be introduced in earlier seasons *cough cough* Jake *cough cough* will be introduced in earlier seasons. Characters who mysteriously appear and disappear for a few episodes *cough cough* Joe and Sugar *cough cough* will actually be a regular fixture. Characters who get WRITTEN OUT FOR SOME GODDAMN REASON and then NEVER GET MENTIONED AGAIN *cough cough* S4 newbies *cough cough* Rory *cough cough* Dani *cough cough* will still exist. Characters will actually FACE CONSEQUENCES for their actions, characters actually become likeable, ships communicate and talk and make sense and have NORMAL HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, people who are supposed to be gay ARE gay. Also, I properly touch on arcs that aren’t properly handled on Glee, as best as I can. As much as I can. Also the band gets more time and justice.

So... this is gonna be hard, but I’m loving it. Hey, if someone writes a spinoff on the band it would be great. Also yes, I’m throwing OCs in there. They’ll influence the story and give a few happy endings. And sad ones. You have been warned.

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Shooting Star- All or Nothing- Part 2

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“Thank God!” Tina yelled, rushing over to hug Blaine. He jerked back, stiffly. His movements were more robotic than anything, eyes fixed blankly ahead as he slowly tilted his head downwards to look at Tina, eyes burning from the number of times he rubbed it on his sleeve, unable to use his hands due to them being covered in Marley’s blood.

Tina took in the sad environment, the glassy eyes, the dried tear tracks on everybody’s faces, their silence, the blood. She looked around, trying to find people missing. “Where’s Marley and Brittany?”

“We don’t know where Brittany is,” Joe admitted.

“But Marley? I thought she was with you,” Tina asked, confused, then the shock began to really catch up to her, taking in their faces, taking in everything. The pain, the sorrow, the regret, the guilt.

“She was.” Artie’s hands were hanging out of the sides of his wheelchair, eyes glazed over and staring into the distance. “Then she wasn’t.”

“I should have been there.” Tina’s hands flew up to her mouth, horrified. “I should have been with you guys.”

“No you shouldn’t,” Blaine rasped softly, voice cracking.

“I wanted to be with you guys!” Tina yelled back.

“It wasn’t nice, Tina. You wouldn’t have... we all didn’t...” Blaine stared at the sky.

“We stick together!”

“Did we ever, for Marley?” Unique shouted, voice wavering slightly as she stepped up to Tina, seeing Blaine unresponsive. “Do you want to know what happened in there? She was beaten. She was battered. She was so thin her ribs cracked with a little force. She was so weak it took a man stepping on her wrist to break it. And all the while we realized that we weren’t the best to her. He beat her and shot her because she took attention away from Kitty by saying she was the one who was a burden to all of us by losing Sectionals! And you know the last thing she said? SHE FUCKING APOLOGIZED TO US FOR EVERYTHING! In low self-esteem language, that means she was sorry she even existed in our lives to begin with. Let that sink in. She. Was. Sorry. She. Existed. Marley Rose, our own version of your Rachel, had such low self-esteem that she was sorry she existed,” Unique scoffed, stepping closer. “No one has passed out at Sectionals before. But I don’t think you let someone feel so underappreciated they were sorry for their own existence.”

“Unique...” Ryder whispered, stepping forward. “Let it be.”

“Hell no I’m not letting this be!” Unique spun around to face him angrily, her face turning redder as her voice rose higher and higher. “I was her best friend! She had my back since day one! I should have had her back! Maybe then she wouldn’t be this worse off... maybe then she wouldn’t have been shot at all...” Her voice became nothing more than a whisper.

It didn’t escape anybody that she used was.

Sure, Marley could be a little extra, a little goofy, sunny, stubborn, her sense of justice too strong sometimes, her sense of morality an annoying trait that made people think she was a goody-two-shoes most of the time. Maybe her songwriting wasn’t the best, maybe her songwriting needed a little improvement, but maybe if they all worked together they could create a masterpiece.

They were all works in progress, but Marley was the best out of all of them.

(Rachel would later state that of all the members so far, Marley was the only one who hadn’t cheated on anybody, hadn’t been a total bitch, hadn’t done anything that was remarkably stupid and wrong. Eating disorders didn’t count- they realized with Mercedes and Quinn before and Kitty later. To Ryder he found it bitter that it took Kitty coming out with an ED for everybody to take it seriously. Everybody found it bitterly ironic even later, when the truth came out about Kitty’s involvement.)

Joe sighed, slouching slightly as he cast his eyes up skywards, hoping to God that with one member down, they could find the other one quickly safely and unharmed.

Jake spoke up, voice thick, echoing everybody’s feelings, thoughts... anything.

“Brittany got shot too.”

The world around Sam shifted and tilted on its axis as he gaped at the younger Puckerman, staring right at him mouth ajar. “You’re kidding. How did you know? Where is she? Where the fuck-? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?! Tell me fucking where she is!” Sam roared, closing the distance in an instant and grabbing the front of Jake’s shirt. “ANSWER ME!”

“When I went outside to look for help... I checked everywhere for other people. I heard Brittany crying in one of the corners. She was bleeding quite badly and I helped her outside... and then she told me not to blame myself,” Jake whispered. “That’s when I got the paramedics to go back for Marley.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“My heart shattered. I didn’t want yours to break either.”

“Piece of shit!” Sam yelled, shoving Jake back. Mr. Schue stopped Sam from attacking Jake any further by throwing a hand across his chest to block him. “You should have just told me!”

“Like it would have made anything better!” Jake shouted back.

“You don’t know me,” Sam snarled. Coach Beiste stepped up, separating the two.

“That’s enough. You both arguing isn’t going to reverse what happened. We need to calm down, now.”

“I need to call Kurt,” Blaine said suddenly, stepping away and tapping at his phone. “I need to tell him- I can’t- I can’t...”

“It’s okay,” Sugar whispered, rubbing his back. “We’re here.”

“No,” he choked out, fumbling with his phone and putting it up to his ear. “Kurt, please, pick up. Pick up. Pick up.”

A choked sob, as he almost collapsed to the ground, his knees weak as he finally heard Kurt’s simple, “Hello? Blaine?”

“Kurt.” His voice was choked, as if someone was strangling him. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, or anything. “Kurt, I love you.”

“I don’t understand-“

“I love you,” Blaine repeated forcefully this time, before sobbing. “I just... I just wanted you... I just wanted you to know that. I needed for you to know that. And I know I’ve apologized a million times for what I’ve done and did a lot of terrible things and I know we’re reconnecting again but-“ Blaine sank to the floor, on his knees, hands covered in Marley’s blood as he stared at the stains. “There was a shooting in the school.”

There was a gasp over the phone as Kurt fumbled with something, glass shattering in the background. He could hear Santana and Rachel in the background, yelling about something. About breaking glass. They abruptly stopped, there were murmurs of concern, then- that was Rachel’s voice now. “You’re on speaker, Blaine.”

“I- I just... we had something happen. Something happened and the school was shot up,” Blaine said, and Rachel’s gasp could be heard over the phone.

“Are you okay?” Rachel asked, gently. “Was anyone hurt?”

“I’m okay physically.” There was a sigh of relief over the phone. “Brittany and Marley got hurt.”

Utter silence.

“Britt and Marley got hurt?” Santana asked, slowly. She was in shock. She was in disbelief. She sounded like she wanted someone to slap her to get her back into reality.

It finally registered in Blaine’s head that Santana still loves Brittany. She was still head over heels in love with Brittany and no one could say anything about it, even if Brittany is dating Sam at the moment. And Marley was her mentee. Santana was fiercely protective of anyone she considered to be worth protecting. Blaine wondered if Santana could see what he sees in the newbies: potential. Brittany was self-explanatory but he wondered why Santana was attached to Marley. Maybe they were closer than he thought.

With all that was said and done, would Santana feel guilty too?

“Baby Blaine? You still there?”

Blaine blinked back into reality, forcing himself to look away from the incriminating red on his hands and getting to his feet and walking. Each step felt like he was sinking into cement, deeper and deeper. He was walking in an aimless direction.

“Y-yeah, I’m still here.” It felt like someone dumped an ice cold bucket in his face, shocking him. Santana’s voice felt like that at the moment, probably taking over speaking since Rachel was probably busy with Kurt, who he could hear sobbing in the background. “For now.”

“No, don’t you dare speak like that,” Santana snapped, and there was a rustle as she shifted. “I don’t care where everybody is now, I will call for a full New Directions reunion even if I have to drag Puckerman’s ass out of college and whip Finn into coming back. They are his students, and if Mr. Schue was caught in the crossfire like that, then he’s no use. I don’t care if Mr. Schue and Finn are feuding, I don’t care if you all say you’re fine because you’re all clearly not. I am dragging the entire New Directions back to Lima and you will not say a word to stop anything about it.”

“Santana, I-“

“Blaine Anderson if you are about to say that it’s too much for us to suddenly come there and possibly leave everything behind abruptly, I’m sorry, but Rachel and Kurt are packing as we speak and they have sent texts to Puck, Finn, Quinn, Mike and Mercedes and they have AGREED, so shut your pie hole about it and accept our love! I don’t give it out that easy. God, I think I see why I let Berry organize these things...”

Blaine closed his eyes and smiled, listening to Santana rant in the background. He knew it was to distract him from the madness around him as the paramedics came up to him and looked him over.

“You okay, man?” Ryder asked softly, coming up to him.

“No. I don’t think I’ll ever be,” Blaine said, knowing that Santana was trying to act extra tough and sassy to hide the fact that she was downright terrified.

“Blaine- stop,” Santana huffed. “They will get through this. Look, I will flay you if you tell anybody else but... I’m scared too. I’m scared for Baby Marley and Britt. I know there’s so much more you’re not telling me because you can’t bring yourself to tell me. I’m downright terrified that you’re not telling me fucking anything other than there was a shooting and both of them were hurt. But we’re coming back, we’re not letting you guys go through this alone, alright? We are family, and if the newbs don’t know that yet, they’re going to know it now.” A pause. “I’m not just saying that ‘cause Puckerman’s brother is in there and he’s literal family.”

“Santana, you are a secret softie.”

“Shut up.” She paused for a moment. “Kurt wants the phone back. We’re all hopping onto the first flight as soon as we can. I’ll leave you both to talk things out later, alright? He’s a mess.”

“Alright. See you soon, Santana.”

“Take care of yourself, baby Blaine. And remember: you’re alive now. And you’re safe.”

Blaine hung up the call as Ryder placed himself next to him. Everybody was getting rollcalled, Coach Beiste and Mr. Schuester were called by Sue Sylvester to help the rest of the teachers do rollcall. Blaine imagined the tears that came when mentioning Marley’s name. It felt like a stab in his heart as Kitty joined him and Artie was just in his wheelchair, staring at the sky blankly. Jake was keeping a wide berth from Sam, who was talking to Unique and Tina. Joe and Sugar were trying to pray together, but they were practically supporting each other.

Kitty’s mouth opened, then shut suddenly. Then... “I didn’t get to tell Marley it wasn’t her.”

“Wasn’t her what?” Ryder asked.

But Kitty just shook her head, suddenly sobbing and curling into Blaine’s side as he put his arm around her and let her sob into his shirt. Artie was practically indisposed, staring into space. Sam was dry-heaving. Unique was actually vomiting into the ground, Tina rubbing both of their backs. Jake was kicking the shit out of a tree, yelling and screaming in frustration as he also picked up rocks and chucked it at the tree, barely satisfied when the rocks made a heavy thunk on the tree.

Ryder was just looking at Jake, sliding out of his seat and watched him pull back his fist and punch the tree as if it would make everything go away. For all his efforts, the tree barely moved. With a roar, Jake continued to slam his fist into the tree. His shoulders shook with silent sobs as every punch grew weaker and weaker as he finally threw a slow punch, missing the tree entirely, and then sliding to the ground as his back hit the tree.

“Did you get it out of your system?” Ryder asked quietly.

“No,” Jake muttered, but he made no move to get up. He was panting heavily, sweating hard, though Ryder couldn’t tell the difference between his tears and his sweat. “I’m her boyfriend, Ryder. I’m her fucking boyfriend and I didn’t see this. I didn’t fucking see any of this.”

“I’m pretty sure none of us ever saw a school shooting to happen today, so...”

“No!” Jake shouted, and Ryder flinched slightly, but relaxed. “I mean her. I didn’t see any of that. I didn’t see that she needed help. I didn’t see that she still relapsed. I didn’t see she didn’t love herself. I didn’t see because I was fucking blind to all of it!” Jake picked up a stone and hurled it far away from them.

“Love is a blindfold,” Ryder said softly, staring into the distance. “You love someone so much that you don’t see their flaws. It doesn’t matter what kind of love it is, you just think they’re perfect and can do no wrong. You put them on a pedestal and turn a blind eye to what falls from the top because you’re focused on the perfect artefact.”

“When did you get so wise?” Jake smiled, though it was mostly forced. Ryder would still take it.

“Because that’s what I did with Katie. And it’s what I did before... but that’s a story for another day.” Ryder patted his shoulder awkwardly, and noticed Jake was still heaving, panting from his efforts to destroy the tree. “I think we all owe Marley an apology.”

Ryder was absolutely gutted. He thought she stopped. He thought everything was okay. But no. He should have pushed. Should have done something. But now it’s too late. It’s too late and Marley absolutely paid the price.

“Guys...” Kitty’s voice drew all of them back to the present as Joe and Sugar came up to Blaine and Kitty, hands outstretched to Kitty who looked like she was going to faint. “I... I don’t feel so good.”

“Did you eat?” was the first question that popped into Joe’s mind, frowning at her.

“No... I missed one of Sue’s shakes today...”

Artie looked back at Kitty and at Unique and Sam vomiting and having a panic attack respectively. Sam was rocking back and forth, hands over his ears and whimpering. Unique sighed as she stopped vomiting, looking tired, and Tina was trying really hard to comfort them both, looking up to Artie for help.

“Mr. Schue!” Artie yelled, rolling over the ground to get to the four staff members deep in discussion about the situation. Coach Beiste had silent tears rolling down her face. Sue was comforting Becky with a hand on her back. Miss Pillsbury had looked up at Artie shouting, Joe catching Kitty as she collapsed, Unique and a bunch of vomit in front of her, Sam having a panic attack. Ryder and Blaine were trying to help Tina with Sam. Sugar was running to the teachers, looking terrified. “Mr. Schue we need help.”

“Will,” Emma said, swatting Will’s hand. “We need to help them!”

“Go and help them,” Sue said, trying to calm Becky down. “I’ll stay with Becky.”

“Hey, hey,” Will said, crouching by Sam. “It’s Mr. Schue. You’re safe now.”

“No-no- no we have to get out, Mr. Schue, we have to get out, we have to get out-“ Sam gasped for a breath, grasping at Blaine blindly. Blaine hardly blinked, as Ryder put a hand on his back, but instead of rubbing aimlessly like Tina, he motioned for Sam to lean against Blaine.

“Can you feel his heartbeat?” Ryder asked quietly. “Can you try to match his?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Schue, we got Sam. Help Unique, I think she’s throwing up due to nerves and stress and Kitty passed out,” Blaine whispered, controlling his breathing to keep his heartbeat steady. “Tina, could you help Sugar in getting us all some water?”

“We’re going to the hospital in a bit,” Will whispered. “If you want to go home, that’s fine. I don’t blame you.”

“No. Us Glee freaks stick together,” Ryder said sadly. “And I don’t think we’re leaving each other alone, not for a hot minute. I think we all... have something to say to each other.”

“And the others... they’re coming back. Something about supporting us, organized by Santana,” Blaine muttered. “I tried to talk them out of it, but you know Santana...”

“I think we need their help,” Will admitted, hanging his head. “I should have known something was up. I just... thought you kids could handle it.”

Blaine smiled sadly. “As you say, we’re only kids.”

Will got up to help Joe with Kitty, who was pale, paler than ever. The paramedics looked her over then frowned.

“She needs to be taken to the hospital. She’s very dehydrated, she’s severely underweight. She has electrolyte imbalances, which could lead to fatality.”

“What?”

“We need to move to the hospital now.”

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Shooting Star- All or Nothing

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Summary: 

When McKinley High is shot up by two shooters, the New Directions are hit with a startling realization and a painful truth. Nobody cared about each other until one of their members paid the price. The alumni New Directions just want everybody to be okay. So what does Santana do? She forces everybody back to Lima for a Glee reunion. Blaine thinks it’s a dumpster fire. Marley’s just really tired. Santana, as she eloquently put it, says that it was a family bonding. 

Family. Now that Marley’s come to think about it, most of the Glee kids don’t know what’s the meaning of family, her included. Sure, she has her mom, but looking back, she knew they were quite the broken family. So was Glee, both old and new, but while with her mom she was kept under pressure to be more than she should be, in Glee, she realized, that whoever she was was enough for the ragtag bunch of misfits.

Trigger warnings: Eating disorders, self harm, violence, mentioned noncon, blood, drugs, suicide, panic attacks, depression, mental health issues basically.

Nothing filthy in here, actually. Just Santana’s potty mouth. And maybe the other characters swear too. But Santana swears. A lot.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

This is an AU of 04x18 and onwards. Focuses mainly on New Directions’ friendship with each other both old and new, a fix-it of sorts for the newbies including Joe and Sugar because they deserve better, relationships that are talked through properly, a closer look at PTSD and mental health issues, my love for Marley’s character and the friendships she has, fix-it for Will Schuester because DAMMIT YOUR KIDS ARE HURTING DON’T BE AN IDIOT, fix-it for a lot of things really like the new kids and the alumni kids actually being FRIENDS. Some details from canon have been changed to fit this story. Also, Becky and Sue are good people deep down and no one can tell me otherwise. Aw man, I didn’t mean to turn this into a FULL SERIES.

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In the City Lights | Complete Story

The final chapter has been posted! It was a long two year journey from start to finish. (most of which I didn't post a thing because life) But here is the link to the full story on AO3.

Summary: Blaine Anderson and his best friend Sam Evans are taking the world by storm with their popular Youtube music covers under the name Blam. An overnight sensation, the pair travel to New York with a once in a lifetime opportunity to create their own music with the worlds top producers. The only problem is, no one knows Blaine is the voice behind Blam. Kurt Hummel has finally landed his first Broadway role, albeit a small one. It's hard living in the footsteps of Broadway superstar Rachel Berry. He finds courage in the soothing voice and beautiful face of his favourite Youtube cover artist, Blam. Will Blaine be able to gather the courage to reveal who he really is to the world? And will Kurt be able to let go of his fantasy with Blam to let his charming new curly haired friend into his life?

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Hold my (detached) hand, darling  - Klaine Halloween One-Shot

Summary: Every monster loves Halloween, crossing realms to terrify humans for one night. Every monster but zombie Blaine. Blaine’s just busy trying not to literally fall apart in front of Kurt.

Rating: G A/N: A rewrite of an old Halloween story inspired by my favorite German children story collection. All fluff for once, with a demon who wants to be nothing like a monster and a hopeless romantic zombie who loses all wits and limbs around him. 

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Blaine was woken up by something walking all over his face, stomping down as hard as spider legs could. They were soft like eyelashes and tickled on his cheek. His eyes opened, taking in the huge purple rows of eyes belonging to Wilhelmine, the smallest of his roommates.

“Blaine, rise! It’s here, it’s here. It’s Halloween.” The spider screeched.

Blaine's movements were so sudden that Wilhelmine barely managed to squeeze her eight legs around the tip of his nose. As he sat up in his stone coffin, a soft thud could be heard as one of Blaine's arms landed on the carpet of spider webs. He just helped the spider down to the floor before sticking his arm back on with the glue he had standing everywhere for cases such as this. He was not as good as other zombies at sowing things back on, though he was rather good at losing them. One of the best actually.

The skull next to his bed announced the weather, rainy and, if truly lucky, there would even be a thunderstorm. Its clean teeth chattered with laughter of joy in the prospect of tremendously devastating weather. What a blessing, last years Halloween had been so mild.

Since this night was a big, big deal, Blaine made sure to soak in the mud bath longer than usual. After all, one didn’t visit the Human realm only once per year. Mud dried, he opened his cupboard, losing one finger in the process. He ignored it for now, four fingers were more than enough to get dressed.

The crocodile shirt grinned at him first, bearing a large row of pointy teeth, yellow eyes glowing in the dark. “Take me, I’m hungry,” its biting voice demanded.

“Not today.” Blaine declared smiling. “Today is Halloween and I don't want people running away from me.”

“Isn't that the purpose of Halloween?” Wilhelmine piped up. “To scare those little humans out of their minds?”

As if agreeing, the shoes made out of hardened slime clapped along loudly. They would look glowingly spooky on him, he decided, and silenced them by slipping into them.

“You'd look fabulousss with me.” A poisonous, green snake hissed. It was his favorite one, matching his shoes. “No, it’sss me you want.” “No, me-” Blaine winced as his collection of snakes got tangled in a fight. Maybe others were right, maybe he owned too many of them. But how could he resist? They all had different patterns and colors. 

Another finger got ost on the coil of snakes as he pulled the lime green one out. The other snakes threw a hissy-fit he ignored. When he put it on, the snake slid around his neck squeezing comfortably tight around it. Then it twisted itself into a bowtie. Blaine yelped when it got tighter, nearly cutting off his head. And that would be hell to glue back on. He was just about to take human trousers and shirt he had for this occasion, when the cupboard was closed with a bang. 

He jumped back when the crocodile shirt started hovering in the air in front of his face. It rightfully complained about the tight grip an invisible force had on it.

“Quinn, is that you?”

“Wear that.” A female disembodied voice said. Blaine quickly opened his cupboard again to retrieve the specter glasses. Only when he put them on could he see the human looking blonde woman with the forever wine stained dress. She shook the crocodile shirt then until got motion sickness. “It will bite into your body parts before you lose them if you're lucky.”

“But it could harm-“

“Blaine, you are not 126 anymore. I can’t keep on being living with someone who ruins this houses reputation. They all think us weird. No worse, nice.” Her green eyes glowed red, her hair rose to the ceiling. “Halloween is our chance to redeem ourselves. So go out and for once, be scary.”

“I’m not sure this is me, though,” Blaine said. Quinn gave an exhausted moan but at Blaine’s perfected puppy eyes, she finally calmed back down. 

“It’s one day.” She hovered over and gave the snake a tug to straighten it. “I mean, who knows, maybe you could actually be nominated for King of Haunt this year.”

“With you as the Scream Queen?”

Her laugh was light but he felt a pinch by her invisible fingers in his cheek. Quinn was best kept happy, especially on Halloween. “Of course, who else? Hummel?”

Blaine blushed. “Well, he was once-“

“That was just because he was the most pathetic downworlder ever. What’s scarier than crowning a demon who keeps his human cover because he thinks his true self looks ugly? We had to live in terror of his niceties for a year! Remember the human fashion day he implemented? Even you are wonderfully spooky compared to him.”

In all of Underworld, Kurt was the only creature that could warm Blaine’s long cold blood. The demon had been the most curious and interesting downworlder Blaine had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Everyone was so concerned of being horrible, intimidating and spooky. Not Kurt. Kurt had the audacity to be unique. It was his good right to want to keep his human appearance, especially such an exquisitely beautiful one. Maybe not beautiful in their world, but in Blaine's eyes. That was what counted.

“I still think he deserved to win. I voted for him. And not as a prank.”

Quinn didn't answer because apparently she decided this conversation was over and had vanished. The perks of being invisible and uncaring.

Blaine sighed. After he reglued his limbs with the best snot glue he owned, he slipped into the crocodile shirt and red human pants. Checking his outfit in the mirror, he felt like he missed something so he added a brooch he had found in the human realm last year to his centaur fur coat. It looked like a tiny pocket watch and it moved with every step. He knew Kurt appreciated fashion that was out there.

“Ready to scare people?” The crocodile shirt asked, his slitted eyes hypnotically following the swing of the brooch.

“Ready to wow them.”

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The creatures living in Hellpit City gathered around the gate to the foreign world of the humans. On days other than Halloween, it went unused by them. The peeks they got through it, of office cubicles, joggers and human men recording podcasts was enough to scare the downworlders off. 

But today was Halloween and for once, the human realm was only scary in their preferred way. Plus, neither of them would need a disguise to disappear in the crowds of humans in unrealistic costumes. Witches, mummies, nixes, furies and ghosts created loud chatter while they waited for the other world to turn dark.

A werewolf, skin patchily covered in fur, ran over on all fours to greet Blaine and his friends. Finn was a bit more dog than he was human and everyone appreciated it. Everyone but Blaine, who thought that all monsters could damn well look the way they wanted to.

“You ready to make people piss their pants in terror, Anderson?” Finn asked with a howly voice.

“Actually, I was planning to do some shopping and make it an early night.”

“Early night?” Artie, the skeleton, asked. He was seated in a wheelchair made of bones  since the bones from the pelvis down were missing. ”Shopping? What are ya talking about?”

“He’s doing what every civilized downworlder should do on an occasion like this.”

Blaine grinned at the floor, recognizing the voice and not daring to meet Kurt’s eyes when he heard him approach. He knew them to be as blue as the gruesome summer sky. Knew his chestnut hair was tidy and soft, unlike the scratchy fur on Finn’s body. He looked human to most downworlders but Blaine knew better. Kurt’s skin was completely otherworldly and Blaine was head over still-attached-heels. Daring to look up, one eye threatened to fall out of its sockets when it took in the stunning demon. He always looked terrifyingly handsome but Blaine nearly lost his head again over Kurt’s lean body showing off in a tightly wrapped black bat cape. Blaine quickly pushed his eye back in with one hand and awkwardly held onto his neck with the other. He should have used twine, not glue. This always happened around Kurt, how embarrassing.

“Civilized? Civilized where? Not in this world certainly or we’d be doomed,” a  vampire called Santana snapped. Her eyes glowed red in joy when she played with the crocodile shirt he wore. She laughed whenever its sharp teeth missed, laughed harder when it crushed her hand and made her bleed. 

“Preach.” Artie hollered.

“Remind me again, who was it that asked me to bring them blush and lipstick from MAC so they wouldn't look so dead anymore?”

Santana pointed a bloody bitten finger at Kurt. “Shut up.”

“Times are changing. Most of us don’t go over to scare people anymore, but to feel human again.” Blaine shivered when a wave of pure energy swept over him and pushed Santana a few steps back. “At least I’m brave enough to admit it.”

The surrounding downworlders now looked at Kurt, still visibly human but eerily far from it at the same time. Like the truth lurked too close to the surface.

“Kurt is right. I think we all can learn or relearn something-”

“You’re just as nice and embarrassing as Kurt!” Someone interrupted him. Blaine didn’t know the witch, or knew the other creatures who joined her hollering. He wished his ears would fall off, for once.

He only calmed when he saw Kurt watching him.His face was set stoney and for a second, just for a fraction really, Blaine caught a glimpse of the real him. Marron skin, coal red, teeth sharpened and long, and hair made out of flames. By the devil, Kurt was just breathtaking in any and all forms. Just as quickly, Kurt was back to looking human. Only now Blaine felt like he had been the only one invited into his secret. It was shockingly intimate.

His heart, silenced by death, let out a tiny beat. Maybe it too could slip and fall, like all his limbs. He just hoped it would get caught.

There was no hint of hesitation when Kurt grabbed his hand and led him away from the gate and the other monsters. Only slight embarrassment when his hand fell came off, leaving Kurt holding hands with barely anything but well, a hand. Their sometimes friends, sometimes cruel monsters, called after them that they shouldn’t take it personally. They ignored them. It didn’t even bother Blaine. Not when Kurt turned his head and showed him a rare smile before continuing on. Blaine watched Kurt squeeze his separated hand and swore he felt it rattle his entire body. He couldn’t calm down, especially not when he saw where they were headed.

~

“I’m sorry it’s so tidy.” Kurt shrugged. “It’s a quirk of mine.”

Indeed, the house was tidy. No spider webs or dust settled on the floor, no blood covering the walls and no howling portraits. It looked unlike anything Blaine had seen in Hellpit City, but it had a certain appeal. Something tickled at his brain, and it wasn’t Wilhelmine for once. It was something that happened so rarely, a strange feeling of familiarity that filled him with bittersweet longing.

It’s precisely how he felt about Kurt. Like they had forgotten it but in another life, before this, they had been the most precious to each other. He’d seen it one Halloween when he had snuck into a cinema instead of scaring the kids. Oh, how he had wished himself and Kurt into the silly roles of the silly romantic movie. Humans did some strange things that made Blaine’s stomach flip.

Strange like twirling around a room. Strange like arms wrapping around one another. Strange like pressing lips to lips. What that would feel like, he wondered. What that would feel like if he did it with Kurt?

“I think you may need some stitches.” Kurt said, pulling him out of his fantasies. He gently lifted Blaine’s severed hand. “Would you mind me doing it? Only if it’s not too weird, I mean.”

“I - yes, of course.” Blaine sheepishly adds, “it’s always such a hassle to do it myself. And I’m sure you’re an expert, I’ve seen you sow your clothes.” The crocodile shirt shudders against him at the thought.

Blaine was asked to wait in the living room, which was just as neat and unscary as the hall. He stood waiting, looking around. It was only after a while that he noticed how relaxed his snake bowtie and the crocodile shirt got, how the slime shoes got sticky with content. They felt just as home here as he did. 

Kurt returned with a small case made out of wood, a material they hardly used in this world. He had seen it everywhere over in the human one, but here they preferred hardened slime and gravestones to make most of their furniture and objects. As everything, he found it charming.

Of course, his eye finally chose this moment to fall out, exhausted from his excessive staring. Blaine felt ashamed when Kurt laughed, but then he got caught in the clear voice and the seldom heard sound. How nice, a laugh.

How unscary and endearing.

Kurt walked over and picked up his eye and handed it to him. Their hands brushed and Blaine gulped down the spit threatening to run down the seams between neck and head. Oh, god. Before he could do anything else embarrassing, he followed Kurt who had sat down and patted the space next to him. 

Blaine yelped as he sunk into the object, so unexpectedly soft. “I have never seen a soft bench. What is it made of?”

“It’s called a couch,” Kurt said with glee. “Humans use it in their living quarters. I felt like stone is not made to relax on.”

Blaine only nodded dumbly. Well, he was glad to have chosen his human pants. His other ones would have likely bitten into this couch, never to let go.

Kurt waved a needle and Blaine’s hand in front of him. “Are you ready?”

He put on what he hoped was a brave face. The snake bowtie hissed a cough like chuckle, giving his nerves away.

“This may hurt a little-“ Kurt said. Blaine imagined the brutal pain he knew from sowing but Kurt’s fingers were nimble, skilled. So gentle, he barely felt the sharp object enter his wrist. Wherever Kurt touched him, Blaine swore he could feel his pulse come to life.

They started off silent, but then Kurt said, “I know I’m not like the other downworlders. They all think I don’t belong and you know what? I agree. Not once have I enjoyed scaring humans. Why should I? What’s so enjoyable at being so hideous that people nearly die looking at you?” 

You could never be hideous, in no form. 

Since he couldn’t say that, Blaine admitted, “I don’t know. I actually don’t fit in here, either.” 

When it tried to bite Kurt, Blaine swatted at his shirt. He continued holding its crocodile jaw shut before it could let the hateful words slip or worse, before it swallowed Kurt. His shoes clicked in protest. Just the snake seemed calm, probably not processing what was being said. 

“Can I tell you a secret? A secret not even my clothes know? And you can tell you they are sneaky little things. Once my entire wardrobe had an intervention.” Kurt’s eyebrow rose. ”An intervention about me wearing the snake as a bowtie instead of a belt.”

“I think it fits you. Or it looks awfully horrible, however you like it phrased.”

Blaine smiled. The feeling of dread at the prospect of his confession was foreign, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of never saying it out loud. ”I - I - I wish to be human again. I can't remember my past life, but how great must it be to be joyful in the sunshine and not have your limbs falling off when you get up? How nice must it be not to be in danger of getting swallowed by something on your way to work? And the human world -” Blaine sighed. “How nice would it be to hear their recorded instruments daily instead of once a year? To laugh at more things? To eat things other than maggots or dirt?”

He nearly finished there. But the biggest thing, his most secret of secrets bursts out of him. “I sing!” Once a full moon ago, he had seen it in this human movie. And he had just repeated it. and he has done so every day since. Every year, finding a new tune now was the highlight of his Halloweens. 

For a second, he thought Kurt would judge him like all the others. But of course, he didn’t. Instead, Kurt’s smile not only melted Blaine, but even the crocodile shirt became docile.

“I do, too. And I dance. It’s so wonderful, isn’t it?” Kurt’s joy was palpable as he gave his now fully reattached hand a squeeze. “Let all those downworlders curse us out. They’ll never have as much fun scaring people as we have with music.”

Blaine didn’t know even heart could sing until his rang clearly. Or was it Kurt’s?

Over the beat of it, Blaine asks, “So you’re not worried because we’re different?”

“I’d be worried if we weren’t.”

Blaine couldn’t reply, feeling like the snake had tightened its grip and clogged his throat. In silence he watched Kurt examine his stitches. The thread is invisible, but he’s never felt it more secure and permanent. When his shoes clicked this time, it was in applause.

“All finished up. I hope you are not into the ugly thick stitching those blind trolls try to make a trend.”

“No, it’s perfect. Thank you, Kurt.”

“Yeah, thank you, Kurt,” The crocodile snarled in echo.

Looking down, Blaine saw their hands still tightly clasped. Only this time, he feels where they’re joined. Kurt hummed a tune, making him strain to listen to every note. A new song for him to memorize and one he won’t have to listen to twice. He’d remember this for as long as he was undead.

Feeling bold and stupid and overall all those emotions Blaine never knew he could have, he followed the urges crushing against his ribcage. It was over as quick as a blink, only the tingling sensation on his lips proof of his actions. He had done the lip to lip thing, because he’d have died again if he hadn’t. It felt like the most harmonious of human songs. 

“Was- oh devil- that was very strange.” Blaine mumbled. He would have kept on talking, but Kurt pressed his lips against his again. 

“It's strange, isn’t it?” Kurt agreed. “Just like us.”

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In case anybody was still wondering, I am still writing that Glee rewrite.

it’s just 11 seasons long, man.