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Dream Lover - Chapter 18 - The Journal

The bed is cold. That's the first thing I notice as I come to consciousness again, before I even open my eyes. And for a brief moment, my heart freezes in my chest. Did I imagine last night? Am I going to have to face another day without Blaine? I inhale sharply at the distress that courses through my veins. Just as I'm about to exhale a weary sigh, something shifts inside of me. I realize that my nose is filled with the musky smell of Blaine, a smell that is sweeter to me than any cologne. I roll from my back onto my stomach and bury my nose deep into his pillow. It wasn't a dream, and I let out a low moan in relief.

"I could help you with that," Blaine murmurs in my ear and nips gently at my bare shoulder.

"I wasn't," I stammer, "Oh my goodness, Blaine!" I leave my face buried in his pillow as I feel it burn with embarrassment.

"It's okay, I mean," Blaine tries to reassure me, but it just seems to be making the situation worse and before I can control myself I start laughing hysterically. I can't stop the joyful tears that leak from my eyes and I roll over now and look at an absolutely shell shocked Blaine.

"I woke up alone," I bark out between giggles. "I thought I made last night up in my head, but then I smelled your pillow and well, you saw what happened next."

"So you weren't…" Blaine's voice trails off as his eyes hungrily scan my naked torso.

"Um, well, no," I say quietly.

"That's too bad," he shrugs and then turns around to walk out of his bedroom. I grab his pillow and fling it as his back, where it lands with a gentle smack. Blaine turns around with a look of mock outrage on his face before he picks up the pillow, throws it to the side, and then flings himself on top of me on the bed. His hands are on my bare sides before I can defend myself and he's tickling me senseless.

"Blaine, stop, Blaine, stop," I plead but he keeps tickling me and I can't fight the squeals of laughter he's drawing out of me with every brush of his fingertips. Finally, when I'm pretty sure my bladder isn't going to survive the onslaught, I yell, "UNCLE!"

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Tumbled Upon - Chapter 31

The posters were everywhere. Kurt couldn't turn the corner or walk to his locker or use the bathroom, without seeing the smiling faces of his friends staring back at him. And really, he wouldn't care about the time and energy they were all putting into winning a spot on Prom Court, if they were putting even half as much energy into Glee club. Nationals was a handful of weeks away and they weren't any closer to choosing songs. Without songs, they couldn't decide who was going to sing and without singers they couldn't choreograph their numbers. Junior Prom was just a high school dance that no one would remember in ten years, but winning Nationals, that was something they would always be proud of, a legacy for themselves and their school. Now if only he could get the rest of New Directions to see it his way. Of course, first they'd have to stop fighting with each other.

"If you want to be with me," Quinn hissed at Finn from the front of the choir room, "then no more songs with her." Quinn turned and glared at Rachel.

From his usual seat at the back of the room, Kurt shook his head hopelessly. If he hadn't already known Quinn's eyes were green, he would have thought her jealous rage had caused the vibrant colour that currently sent daggers toward Finn's ex. And in the middle of the room, Finn stood with his mouth gaping open.

Kurt wanted nothing more than to smack some sense into his brother who was currently convinced his girlfriend was cheating on him and thus, turning to his ex-girlfriend for comfort. Kurt would never understand why Rachel and Quinn didn't just kick Finn to the curb, with the way he always bounced between them. Either that, or he should lock the three of them in a room and let them work it out of their system. Woah, clearly he's been spending too much time communicating with The Warblers, because he cannot believe he just thought about encouraging his brother, his (most of the time) best friend and the head cheerleader to have a threesome.

But right now, he had zero interest in being caught in the crossfire as the entire Glee club slowly imploded. Instead of rehearsing day and night for Nationals, they were too busy spying and gossiping about each other. He found himself once again grateful that his boyfriend lived far away and therefore couldn't be subjected to the insanity of his friends. And as much as he tried to stay out of it, as much as he bit his tongue, he hated to see what was happening to all of them. He just needed to figure out the best way to get them all to listen but that was not going to happen today.

As the voices continued to rage at the front of the classroom, Kurt reached into his pocket and slipped out his phone. It wasn't like Mr. Schue was paying attention any way as he cowered in the corner and let the New Directions fall apart at the seams.

Kurt opened his tumblr app and scrolled to his new favourite post. Ever since The Warblers has learned that Kurt would be coming to New York City for Nationals, they'd reached out to him a lot more. And it seemed that their favourite way to connect with him, was by trying to embarrass Blaine. Kurt bit his lip to keep his giggling under control as he read through the lengthy post from the beginning.

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WarblersAreMyLife:

Kurt, thought you might enjoy seeing how your boytoy dresses for the Superhero Sidekicks Appreciation club. If you’re lucky, maybe he’ll let you see those tights in person ;)

warbleringthrulife:

Really Jeff, that’s the best you’ve got?! I happen to think I look fantastic in that outfit!

SassyWarbler:

So do I! I bet Kurt would be happy to be your Batman.

warblernick:

Seriously. I think if we’re trying to embarrass Blaine, it should be with geeky pictures like this one from the Advanced Dungeons & Dragons club, so Kurt knows exactly what he’s getting into:

WarblersAreMyLife:

Oh, that’s a good one, Nick! I’ll see your nerdy magician and raise you a Top Gun wannabe with last year’s Halloween costume.

newyorkbound:

Honestly guys, there’s nothing you can post that’s going to embarrass Blaine. Have you met him? He’s comfortable in all those costumes because he looks amazing no matter what he wears! Miss you, warbleringthrulife!

SassyWarbler:

Awe, Kurt! You’re the sweetest. I may just have to steal you when you get here ;p

warbleringthrulife:

Not a chance, Trent! And because you are truly awesome newyorkbound, here’s a picture from a calendar The Warblers made last year to raise money for a local charity. Let’s just say this took some encouragement from the rest of the guys but at least it was for a good cause.

GoldStarRachel:

Oh my gosh! Is the rest of the calendar like that? Can I still buy a copy? Do I get to meet all of you when we come to New York? I don’t see why Kurt should be the only one!

newyorkbound:

Calm down, Rachel! I’m sure we can squeeze in a meet & greet with all The Warblers. I’m not missing the chance to see them in person.

warbleringthrulife, you better call me later. I’ve saved this picture, for reasons ;p

WarblersAreMyLife:

Get it, Blaine!!

warblerwes:

You’ve all spilled quite enough Dalton secrets for one day. While embarrassing Blaine is an admirable goal, let’s not share all our extracurricular activities on tumblr. Dalton needs to keep some mystery.

WarblersAreMyLife:

Spoil sport.

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To the End of the Line

So I stumbled upon this lovely fic the earlier this week on AO3. The lovely MuseInMe3 (or Jen as I have now found on tumblr. Why are all good writers named Jen around here) Well MuseInMe3 I can't not believe that this is your first fic. I LOVED IT! 

To the End of the Line  by MuseInMe3

Complete

When being Costars and Best friends is no longer enough. Need I say more it just jumps right in and being in is good!

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Klaine's Second Anniversary (written for Klaine Week 2013)

Summary: How Kurt and Blaine celebrate the second anniversary of their first epic kiss.

Warning: Canon Klaine & all the heartache that goes with where they are right now.

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Blaine literally falls out of bed at the sound of his alarm. Stubs his toe on his bed leg on the way to the shower. Then he accidentally uses his body wash as shampoo because he's too busy swearing about the pain in his toe to focus on which bottle he grabs. After he's dries off he realizes his favourite jeans are still dirty because he was too tired after Glee rehearsal last night to do laundry. He almost grabs a pair of sweatpants in utter defeat but stops himself when his eyes fall on his wall calendar. He crumples to the floor in a heap of sadness and takes deep, soul shuddering breaths. Tells himself he can do this. That this will be the one and only year to be like this. But at least he knows now why today is a bad day, it's March 15th.

After allowing himself five minutes to wallow, he dresses quickly in a simple pair of jeans and polo shirt. No bow tie. Not today.

He makes it through the day. He avoids the auditorium, doesn't linger at his locker and is grateful there's no Glee club after school. He doesn't know how, but he survives. The day never gets worse but it never gets better either. But he's used to that feeling now. He's hovering somewhere in a nether land between being okay and being great. He knows what he needs to get across that threshold, and well, it's beyond his control. So he's finding a way to co-exist with a heart that's pieced together with phone calls and bros helping bros and hope. Hope that he isn't sure he has a right to have.

He arrives home to his empty house. He grabs a spoon and a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream he has stashed at the back of the freezer for emergencies. He already deemed today the perfect day to eat ice cream out of the container in the middle of the afternoon while lying on the couch watching bad reality tv shows. Blaine gets through half through half the ice cream container when the doorbell rings. He debates about even getting up to answer it. It's not like it's going to be for him. It's probably some package for his Dad that got sent here by accident. But when the chime sounds again, he can't bring himself to ignore it.

Blaine opens the door. And he's right about it being a package, but he's wrong about who it's for. He accepts the long thin box with a thanks and a tip. He closes the door and takes the box with him back to the living room, where his ice cream is waiting. When his curiosity gets the better of him, Blaine slowly lifts the lid off the box. His hands begin to shake the second he sees the single red rose nestled inside. Blaine grasps the stem and gently removes it from it's tissue paper cocoon. He lifts it to his nose and inhales the sweet smell, while his other hand gropes around the box, looking for a card. There isn't one. It doesn't matter. He knows who it's from. His tears wet the petals as relief floods through him. He thought he might have overstepped, but now he knows he wasn't the only one who wanted to mark today. Even if it is a non-anniversary.

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Kurt leans against his apartment door. The exhaustion from today washing over him. He doesn't even have the strength to pull his key out of his pocket and unlock the door. He considers knocking, he can hear Rachel singing inside. He laughs at his own ridiculousness. He's survived worse than a three hour dance class in the last six months, surely he can let himself into his apartment.

"You got a delivery today," Rachel calls out, to the tune of the song she'd been singing. "I put it on your bed, in case..." she trails off.

"In case what?" Kurt inquires. He can't fathom what the delivery could possibly be that she felt the need to hide it.

"Um, in case you weren't alone when you got here," Rachel raises an eyebrow and draws out the word A-L-O-N-E.

Now Kurt's interest is really piqued. He pulls off his boots with a new wave of energy and rushes to his side of the loft. He pulls the curtain aside and gasps. He shouldn't be surprised, he knows he shouldn't be. If he had the thought, then surely Blaine did too. But seeing the box that clearly contains flowers, does something to his heart.

He glides over to his bed and sits down gingerly beside the large white box. It's tied with a satin red bow that he knows he'll be adding to the shoebox tucked under his bed. He lifts the lid and inhales deeply as the perfume from a dozen long-stemmed red roses fills his room.

Kurt gazes down at the roses, feeling intoxicated by their scent. And for a moment, his heart doesn't remember the pain. It doesn't remember the betrayal. It doesn't remember that this isn't a day of celebration. Instead, his heart feels full to bursting with happiness, with love, with forever.

And before that moment passes fully, he reaches forward and plucks out the little white envelope tucked neatly between the thorn-free stems. His fingers tremble as he slides the card out. He takes a deep breath and consciously refuses to make space in his mind for the flashback of a different bouquet of roses, and a different card, trying to push it's way through and destroy this feeling. He wins the fight and stays in this moment, as he reads the card written in Blaine's simple script: Seasons may change, winter to spring, But I love you, until the end of time.

Kurt closes his eyes and let's himself float back to the rooftop he had envisioned only a week earlier, as he lays down on his bed surrounded by the roses. The exhaustion from today overwhelming him. He hears their voices joined in a perfect harmony, sees them dance together in a sweet embrace, and hears his mind soothe his aching heart with whispers of how this can be the one and only March 15 that doesn't find him lying in Blaine's arms. That all he has to do is believe.

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Between Friends: A Writing Project

A/N: In anticipation of tomorrow night's HUGE episode, I just couldn't resist writing this scene. Also, the movie they quote is one of my all time favourites, which shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who knows what a sap I am ;) Enjoy! xo

Prompt: What happens when all the current and former members of ND attend Will and Emma's wedding on Valentine's day?

Character(s): Hummelberry

Words: 667

Date: February 13, 2013

"Do you think it's strange that we didn't invite Brody and Adam to come with us?" Kurt mused.

"Kurt," Rachel hissed from the airplane seat beside him, "don't you think it's a little late to be wondering that now. Besides, do you even want to answer that question?"

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, pretending he didn't know exactly what Rachel was referring to.

"Really Kurt? Don't play ignorant with me. What's the real reason you didn't invite Adam to be your date for the wedding?" Rachel demanded, hoping to deflect the question from herself for as long as possible.

"That seems pretty presumptuous, don't you think? I mean, Adam and I have only been for coffee a few times. I'm not exactly ready to bring him home to meet my Dad," Kurt paused and then went in for the kill, "It's not like we're living together."

The look on Rachel's face was priceless. He knew he'd been harsh, but they never bothered to sugar coat things with each other.

Rachel composed herself quickly, it wouldn't do either of them any good if she pretended to be more offended than she actually was. After all, she was living with Brody, a step she hadn't even had the chance to take with Finn.

"It just didn't feel right. Or necessary. Finn is Mr. Schue's best man. I think he'll have enough on his plate without having to deal with that too," Rachel replied.

"Wow Rachel, that was really considerate of you," Kurt acknowledged.

"Actually, I kind of assumed that was your reason too," Rachel watched for confirmation from Kurt. It never came. "Oh, is it more than just 'too early to meet Papa Hummel'?"

Kurt sighed. He hadn't even been able to admit the reason to himself, not fully, not in the light of day, and certainly not out loud.

Rachel watched Kurt struggling to be honest with her, and she assumed, honest with himself.

"Kurt, can I take a guess?" Rachel asked and then continued before Kurt even had a chance to nod, "The truth is I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart, and I never really got it back."

"Rachel Berry, did you just quote Sweet Home Alabama?" Kurt feigned disdain.

Rachel reached out and smacked his arm. "Stop it. I seem to recall sleepovers where Sweet Home Alabama was the only non-musical you could quote line for line. Don't act like it wasn't already on the tip of your tongue," Rachel chided Kurt. She reached forward and gave his arm a tight squeeze to take the sting away.

"I hadn't thought of it that way. I've been resisting it for so long. Adam is cute, confident, supportive and quickly becoming my," Kurt stopped himself from saying best before continuing, "close friend. I know he's interested in me and I really want to be interested in him."

"Wait Kurt, what are you telling me? I thought you guys were dating," Rachel inquired.

"It's not that simple Rach. We haven't put a label on it. But also, we haven't even kissed. Or at least, I've thwarted every attempt he's made to kiss me," Kurt confessed.

"Oh Kurt. I thought you'd moved on. You haven't though, have you? So are you planning to get back together with Blaine?" Rachel asked.

"No."

Kurt knew that his heart wasn't fully healed and his head wasn't ready to trust Blaine again the way he would need to if they reunited. Especially since they still lived in different cities. But he'd be fooling himself if he said he hadn't considered it. Or at least, considered seeing if some of their chemistry was still there. And when he closed his eyes to grab a quick nap as the airplane carried him closer and closer to Blaine, he wasn't at all surprised when a different Sweet Home Alabama scene floated into his mind: "You're the first boy I ever kissed, Jake, and I want you to be the last."

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Tumbled Upon - Chapter 22 (warning: brief description of violence)

The ground was unyielding under Blaine as the coldness seeped through his dress slacks and into his bones. The voices around him were indistinguishable but the hateful words were accentuated by kicks that felt like knives to his ribs and stomach. He'd managed to protect his head with his hands and arms, as the assault continued. Tears mixed with blood stung his eyes and flooded his mouth. He knew there was no point in fighting back, he was drastically outnumbered. But as the adrenaline flowed through his veins, it stimulated his brain and sharpened his senses. And all concern for himself faded away as he heard the sickening thud of a body behind him. In a moment of renewed strength he rolled himself over. He kept his eyes squeezed shut for a second longer, steeling himself for what new terror lay beside him. But then he heard a soft whimper in such a distinctive octave that bile rose in his throat before he could scream.

"KURT!"

"Blaine."

Blaine tried to open his eyes but they wouldn't cooperate. So he just kept calling Kurt's name. And each time he did, he heard his name in return...but the voice was all wrong.

"BLAINE!"

"Please Blaine, wake up. You're safe, squirt." Cooper pleaded as his little brother thrashed in his hotel bed screaming his boyfriend's name with so much fear that Cooper's own blood ran cold in his veins.

"BLAINE!" Cooper shook Blaine.

Blaine felt his body rocking. He was surprised it didn't hurt, surely he'd heard the sound of a rib or two cracking during the attack. But then he could feel strong hands on his shoulders as warmth spread from those two points of contact outward. And then he suddenly felt safer. Safe enough to open his eyes.

"Coop?" Blaine gasped when Cooper's bright blue eyes were shining in the darkness, surprisingly close to his face.

"Yeah, squirt. It's me. You were having a nightmare," Cooper replied gently as he moved to sit beside his brother on the hotel bed.

The sounds and fears from only moments ago flooded Blaine's brain again and he reached out for Cooper desperately, "Kurt?"

"He's fine, Blaine. Safe at home in his bed." Cooper wrapped an arm around Blaine's shoulders and tugged him closer.

Blaine slumped against his big brother grateful for the contact. "It was awful, Coop. It was Sadie Hawkins all over again, but this time Kurt had been my date and they," Blaine took a shuddering breath, "they attacked him too."

"Oh B, I'm sorry. You haven't had a nightmare in so long, that explains why you were yelling his name," Cooper replied. And scared me half to death, but he didn't say that part out loud. Not wanting to cause Blaine any more stress.

"Can you...I mean," Blaine paused.

"What, Blaine? Tell me what you need." Cooper insisted.

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Tumbled Upon - Chapter 20

As Kurt drove them to BreadStix, Blaine sang along to the various Christmas carols playing on the radio. Kurt smiled fondly at his boyfriend and reached out to squeeze his hand. When they pulled into the restaurant's parking lot he was relieved to see only a few other cars there. He wanted to be able to enjoy his first date with Blaine without having to worry about interference from any of the neanderthals he went to school with. Thankfully, it looked like they were all still stuffing their faces with their families.

After Kurt turned off the car, Blaine leaned over and whispered "Wait there." Then he opened the passenger car door and ran around the vehicle, so he could open Kurt's door for him.

Kurt couldn't suppress his happy giggle, as Blaine bowed and said "After you, sir."

"Thank you, kind gentleman," Kurt replied sincerely.

Blaine offered Kurt his arm and noticed when Kurt hesitated with a quick glance around before placing his arm through Blaine's. Blaine knew better than to take it personally. He remembered all too well what had first brought them together. He was just happy to be in Lima with Kurt and hoped they could make happy memories to replace the painful ones Kurt already had in abundance.

When they entered the restaurant, Kurt disentangled himself from Blaine to step up to the hostess booth. As they were led to their table, Blaine purposely remained a step behind, but once they were seated, he didn't hesitate to link their ankles together under the table. He knew better than to try to hold Kurt's hand, especially after he saw Kurt take inventory of each patron already seated at BreadStix. It seemed that no one caused Kurt any great concern though, because when his eyes settled back on Blaine he returned Blaine's smile easily.

Kurt relaxed even more after the waitress took their drink order and didn't seem to care (or notice) that they were two guys looking a little too longingly across the table at each other for some people's comfort.

"So, should we act all awkward now, you know, to give this first date some authenticity?" Blaine teased with a wink.

Kurt blushed and shook his head. "I don't think I could ever act awkward with you. Even when we barely knew each other."

Blaine smiled in relief. He felt they were long past the first date stage, but he hadn't been sure if Kurt would agree.

"This may be our first date by the standard definition, but I'll always think of our Skype date on your balcony with the snow falling and two cups of hot chocolate, as the true beginning of us," Kurt revealed.

"Me too," Blaine stated.

"Well that's good I guess, since we have a ton more Skype dates ahead of us," Kurt mused.

"No melancholy talk tonight. Or at all during this week actually. We'll have plenty of time to miss each other once I'm back home. Let's just focus on the time we have together and make some memories to get us through until the next time," Blaine insisted.

Kurt nodded, "My boyfriend is very wise."

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