#wtfkurt

[alirennn]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖉𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕮𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖙

⛧°𓃵 ᴄᴏᴜᴅᴇɴᴅ ɴᴇɪꜱ ɢʀᴇᴅᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴏʟᴇɪ 𓃵°⛧

⊹ ࣪"ᴏʜ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ᴏʟ ᴍᴇɴᴀᴡɪ!"⊹ ࣪

ᛝ “ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴏᴏʟ, ᴅᴇ ꜱᴀʀᴅᴇᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.” ᛝ

Spiders shut down and I am forever sad.. the worlds they created were cool asf. They really scratched the Bioware itch..

[missharmonyjane-blog]

#My NYADA audition. #For those who were curious and wanted to see it.

That was absolutely fantastic, Kurt! You must perform it live for me sometime.

[flying-underneath-stormy-sk-blog]

WHAT KIND OF FOOL TEARS IT APART. → REFLECTION.

INVOLVED → Kurt Hummel.

His hands are shaking the first time he hits "send," and that's all it takes for him to spill his guts to Chandler Kiehl, apologizing for what an ass he's been, for breaking Blaine's heart. He had to do it. He didn't want to hurt Chandler, who didn't deserve it, who really didn't need Kurt's douchebaggery on top of everything else, but he had no choice.

Blaine is his Ace of Hearts, the most valuable card in the deck. He feels like Quasimodo in the Hunchback of Notre Dame, holding onto the card, praying that it won't rip in half.

He knows something's happened with Blaine and Sebastian, he just doesn't want to find out, honestly. He's not sure if his heart can take it. He can't watch Blaine put himself in the line of Sebastian's fire anymore, he can't watch Blaine get hurt.

He doesn't even register what he's written until Chandler responds only with an "Oh." and Kurt knows the damage is done, he's burned his bridge and he can't bring himself to care, not with Blaine peacefully asleep next to him as the raging storm winds down. A metaphor, perhaps? He hopes so-- he hopes this fighting and uncertainty with Blaine is on it's way to being over-- they've still got things to work through but at least Kurt can sleep easy knowing that he's eliminated half the problem. He can't go back in time and erase his actions, but he can stop them from repeating in the future.

He lies down on their bed, wrapping Blaine in his arms, hoping not to disturb his sleep, and sighs, feeling so relieved. Tomorrow they'll go home, and tomorrow, Kurt and Blaine will begin anew. They'll never have to see Chandler Kiehl ever again.

Kurt never liked Chandler. He liked the attention, this he knew, but Chandler himself... there was nothing wrong with him, honestly, but Kurt didn't think Chandler was his type. Not that he even was considering Chandler to be his type because hello, he had a boyfriend who was utter perfection. He regretted his actions every single day, and he would spend a lifetime trying to fix it, trying to show Blaine that yes, he was enough. Yes, he was someone who was worth fighting for, he was good enough. He was too good. Kurt was terrified that one day Blaine would wake up and realize he could have someone less greedy, less selfish, someone who would realize what he had when he had it.

He hugs Blaine tighter against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, his eyes watering. That will never happen. He will die before it does. They will have to pry Blaine's heart out of his cold, dead hands. He blinks away the tears, because he's not sad, he's just so relieved he could sob his eyes out, but he'd rather focus on the beautiful, beautiful boy in his arms than anything else. So he does.

[flying-underneath-stormy-sk-blog]

MY MISSING PUZZLE PIECE. → REFLECTION.

INVOLVED → Kurt Hummel & Everyone.

It's a haze. Kurt Hummel has never understood the appeal of alcohol, but it's so easy when he suddenly loves everyone in the room and feels like duetting with Rachel Berry, something he swore to himself that he'd never do again, even if she suddenly seemed hellbent on hanging out with him. 

But watching Blaine get up onto that stage to sing Teenage Dream is enough to get his mind clear, his heart racing out of his chest, because there's something about this boy and this song and god, Kurt is so in love with this boy it actually hurts, sometimes. He knows he's not been an angel, he knows that he's hurt Blaine beyond comprehension at some points in their relationship, but even if he's fighting with Blaine, he knows he's always going to fight for Blaine. Fight for their relationship, fight to keep them together, because Blaine is the best thing that's ever happened to him, his week-long lapse in judgment put behind him. He hopes.

He's moving to the dance floor, couples surrounding him, as he clamors slowly to where his boyfriend is clearly making every single gay man in the room unbelievably jealous, Kurt's eyes alight. He feels like he's going to cry, because how has he, Kurt Hummel, managed to land the most perfect, selfless, talented boy on the planet.

He'll fight for Blaine. Always. He always hears that scream of anguish as Blaine falls to the pavement, the crack in his voice as he says "Who's Chandler", the hurt in his eyes when Blaine doesn't want to say "bi/bye". Kurt's not perfect. He knows this, it's something he's always known about himself, that he wants too much and he's too jealous and he's greedy.

But if keeping Blaine Anderson is the only thing he ever does right in his life, he'll consider his existence a success.

He probably should feel stupid, standing in a place where he knows Blaine can make direct eye contact with him-- and he gets butterflies in his stomach every time Blaine does, just like on that first day--  and he'll get them every time he looks at Blaine, if he wants to be completely honest.

"I love you," he mouths, as Blaine steps off the stage.

[sweetheartsugar-blog]

flying-underneath-stormy-skies replied to your post: Happy Birthday to the sweetest girl I know, Miss Motta! I may have picked you up something before this fabulous storm hit…

Maybe if the rain lets up (ha ha) I can run over to your villa and give it to you! Although the wrapping paper will be soaked, and the bow will be ruined, but… you’ll trust that it did look like a Kurt Hummel masterpiece?

I don't see it letting up anytime soon, but if it does, then you're very welcome to come over and give it to me. You can come and hide in my blanket with me! And of course, I wouldn't expect anything less from you. 

[sweetheartsugar-blog]

Happy Birthday to the sweetest girl I know, Miss Motta! I may have picked you up something before this fabulous storm hit...

Oh, Mr Hummel, you sweetiepie!

You really shouldn't have, but thank you! What did you get?

[missharmonyjane-blog]

#Oh my GOD. #Julie Andrews and Gene Kelly singing Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. #And then tap dancing. #LET ME DIE. #This is the most perfect video to ever exist.

My life is significantly better for watching this.

[is-this-even-legal-blog]

TEXT TO KURT HUMMEL.

BLAINE: Just... so we know for future reference, I think three weeks might actually be too long for a vacation.

BLAINE: I had no idea that was possible but... I think that's the case.