#kurt h.

[destinedstarlet]

sms ; kurt & rachel

RACHEL: okay, you know I'm in a crisis when I'm texting you last minute. RACHEL: I have no idea how to correctly display my Saggitarius aura onto others at this ball. SOS. RACHEL: I'm going to be late. @stylisthummel

[yikesdominic]

YOU'VE MATCHED! @stylisthummel DOM: okay, your cat is absolutely fluffy. DOM: i know it's like a terrible first start to the conversation.

[oneintoxicatedpanda]

(KURT H.)

[oneintoxicatedpanda]

(via https://soundcloud.com/the-kurt-h/gedankengang?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=tumblr) Been working on that for a while now..

[southernnbqueer]

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If I wrote Glee Rachel and Kurt would have all the solos. 

Forget Finn and Blaine.

Kachel songs are the best.

The end.

Ps. This makes me sad because it makes me realize that this is the last year I will ever hear them sing again.

[diveintotheunknown]

[thebirdsfallsilent-blog]

hey here's my fic that i started.

just a quick explanation: it started off as just a headcanon, then i realised i could klainify it and make it completely awesome. it's not finished, nowhere near, but i don't really know where i'm going with it. i'll update as often as possible. it will be mostly fluff and angst, and probably a little bit of subtle smut but i'm not in to the graphic kind.

also, i tried to make a fanfiction.net account but it wouldn't work :-(

His eyes stung with unshed tears, tears he had refused to let fall for so long. They were determined, and had been hanging over his head for weeks now, but his pride prevented him from letting go. It was hard, so hard, and he was tired. Morose thoughts often invaded his mind, winding round the scraps of sanity that remained and blocking them out, slowly breaking him down. He was weaker, and quite often he got lost in his thoughts, letting them wander and take him deep into the crevices of himself he declared out of bounds all those years ago. 

A harsh shove from behind reminded him of his surroundings. Cheers erupted around him as she sauntered onto the stage. The first few notes of 'Teenage Dream' started playing, and suddenly, for Kurt Hummel, it became all too much

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As soon as the first tear dribbled from beneath his closed eyelid, Blaine's arms were in a vice-like grip around him, pulling Kurt close to his chest. 

'It's OK,' he murmured, his voice gruff with emotion. He continued to mutter sweet nothings into Kurt's ear, one hand drawing lazy circles on the small of his back, the other wound itself into the soft, honey coloured locks that were immaculately combed, as always, into a smooth side-parting. Every touch, every movement was familiar to Kurt; these hands had explored him before. He buried his face into the clavicle of the other man's shoulder, inhaling the scent there. Sandalwood and something... something unplaceable. A fresh wave of tears overcame him as his mind was flooded with memories. He longed viciously for the moments he remembered; everything was new, exciting, and everything was Blaine. 

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Kurt was bleeding again. All over his new Gucci. His back was stinging and protesting, but this shirt sure as hell had to come off. Gingerly, he lifted his arms. A flash of pain immediately rippled down his spine, crippling him. He fell to the floor, only just getting his arms out in time to shield his face from smacking onto the leg of his office chair. He sighed into the carpet; he was tired. Tired of having to put up with it every single day, the constant fear, the hateful glares and the inevitable shoves into lockers. His back was bruised black and blue, and covered with healing scars that criss-crossed like a spider's web across his shoulders and down his spine. It wasn't the pain that bothered him the most - or even the blood stains on his favourite shirts - it was the reason behind the abuse. The ignorance, the hatred; all focused onto him.

A wave of anger coursed through his body, and seemingly of it's own accord, his arm flew out sideways and struck the wall with a balled fist. Kurt's face crumpled with pain, and he heaved himself into a sitting position. Ignoring the pain, he made another attempt at pulling the shirt over his head, hissing at the sting when his shoulder blades moved together. He did it quickly, so as not to prolong the pain. 

He heaved a sigh, and settled his head to lean against the leg of his desk. Just another day in the life of Kurt Hummel. 

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His head lifted up, and looked deep into Blaine's eyes. He didn't need to see his face; those hazel eyes were unmistakable, and enough conformation. A thousand emotions flew across their faces, whizzing through their eyes and into the other's. Kurt's mouth opened, formed words but emitted no sound. Blaine pressed a tender finger to Kurt's open mouth, gently pressing his dry, cracked lips together. 

'But... I... You... I don't...' As Kurt stumbled to gather and voice the chaos flying through his mind, Blaine's hands traveled from his back, down his arms, finally resting at his hands. He made to grab them, but was immediately met with resistance. With his fingers curled tight, Kurt tried to pull himself out of Blaine's grip. Confused, Blaine's hands wound around his wrists. As soon as his calloused fingers met with the rough surface of what used to be smooth, snow white skin, a spasm of fear jolted through his body. 

Terror triggered in his eyes, which were still locked on Kurt's, desperately searching for answers. His eyes flicked down to where Kurt's wrists were still firm in his grasp. His grip was tighter than he'd thought, and he could see the red marks already forming around his fingers. Letting out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding, he loosened his grip around him.

Kurt lowered his head ashamedly, and once more felt himself pressed up against the firm chest of his ex-lover. 

'You have nothing to be ashamed of, you hear?' Blaine whispered into the back of his head. He pulled him closer into his chest, and soon felt tears soaking through his t-shirt. His own eyes were wet and blurry with tears. He closed them, and lost himself in the all too familiar scent of Kurt's hair. 

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[diveintotheunknown]