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[radiostarsz]

𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴. 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆 , 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃. 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰, 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙹𝙾𝙻𝙻𝚈? 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚈.

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99 Perspectives on a Single Love Story #65

A/N: The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

I started something like this a while back - and now I’m taking the idea and really running with it. Each chapter is a ficlet of a different character at a different point in Kurt and Blaine’s life - documenting their love story. This starts in Audition, and each chapter will be paired with a different episode until reaching Dreams Come True.

[Ao3]

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Mercedes Jones (Wonder-ful) 

Mercedes Jones is sitting on an empty stage, swinging her legs over the edge with a thwack.  Her close friend, Kurt Hummel, is beside her, going on about how terrible the recording industry is, and why she appreciates his support, she wants to push that to the back of her mind.  She’s talked it over with her mom.  She’s talked with God.  She’s talked with nearly every damn person around and she feels talked out.  She wants to scream or cry or… she doesn’t even know what she really wants.  But all of this anxiety building inside her isn’t helping.  

She grabs Kurt’s hand.  “Look, Kurt.  I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re here for me.  Believe me - if there’s one thing I’m grateful for, it’s learning that so many people in my life support me.  But I need to, just, think about something else for a while.”

“Okay, honey,” he says, squeezing her hand.  “We can talk about how great it is that you and Mike have come home to help with Regionals.”

Her lips slide into a grin.  “I was actually wondering if you wanted to tell me a little about you.”

He narrows his eyes, not quite following.  “Oh?”

“Now that we have less of an audience, and now that your dad seems to be doing better, be honest with me.  What’s going on with you and Blaine?”

“Oh,” his hand slowly slips from hers, and back into his lap.  He tries to play it cool.  “Nothing is going on.  We’re… friends.”

Ah, he is such a bad liar, and it's adorable.  “Friends who happen, maybe, to be fucking around with each other?”

“Mercedes!” He looks at her, scandalized.  

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Kurt Hummel,” she says with a laugh, as she waves him off.  “He might be the more obvious one.  But you’re less than subtle when you look at his ass.”  

He purses his lips together.  “Fine,” he says shortly as he looks into his lap.  “I told myself that if I came home for spring break, then there’d be no messing around.”  

“And how is that working for you?” She can’t help but laugh.  

There’s a long pause before he speaks again, spitting out his words as quickly as possible.  “We had a long talk about swearing off labels and we slept together last night.”

“Oh, Kurt!”

“What?” A giddiness he cannot hide crosses his face.   “His ass is deliciously fuckable.”

She’s happy that he’s happy.  But she knows this whole situation is much more delicate than he might let on.  She doesn’t want to see either of her friends get hurt again.  “You know he’s still in love with you, right?”

“Yes,” his reply is quick, and sure.  He looks up at her, a seriousness in his eyes.   “And as much as I’ve tried not to be, I’m still in love with him.  Oh, don’t give me that look, I have something planned.  He’s not the only one who can do grand romantic gestures.”

“Well, as sweet as that sounds, while you’re planning a reunion, he’s been taking Tina to go look at engagement rings.”  

“What?” He’s sincerely shocked by that bit of news.  

She probably should have kept that to herself, but it’s not like it’s some well kept secret.   “Yeah, Tina mentioned it a couple of days ago.  Confirmed by Sam.  And Artie.  And Jake’s brother of all people.”

“Oh, Blaine…” Kurt slumps a little, looking like he isn’t quite sure what to do with the information.  

“So,” Mercedes advises, “you probably should make a decision quick about whether or not his ass will still be ‘deliciously fuckable’ when it’s old and wrinkly.”

“He’s my best friend, Mercedes,” he says softly, though he grabs her hand, and clasps it in both of his own, holding it to his chest.  “Not that that means you aren’t queen of my heart.”

“Of course,” she says sweetly.  

He looks down and away.  It’s a lot to take in.  But that’s why she’s here - to help him figure it out.  That’s what friends do.  

“I used to daydream about how I would wake up next to him every day,” he says.  “How we would do everything together.  I want him to still love my ass when it’s old and wrinkly.  But then I stay up late and the doubts come rolling in.  What if he cheats again? I mean, I guess I’m not that worried about that, but… What if we live together and it doesn’t work?  What if something nasty and terrible I haven’t even thought of comes along and we end up hating each other.  I don’t ever want to hate him, Mercedes.  Ever.  But how can I be one-hundred percent sure it’ll be okay?”

Sensing his anxiety rising, Mercedes takes his hands and holds them in her own.  “Honey…” she says, her voice soothing as she knows how to be.  “I have mad respect for you being an atheist and all, but you are allowed to have faith in some things.  You are allowed to trust your heart.”  

He relaxes into her touch, leaning in to rest his head against hers.  “My heart knows what it wants, Mercedes.  My mind… just isn’t there yet.”  

“Well, I’m here if you need anything, k?”

“Do you know how amazing you are, Mercedes?”

“Yes, I do - I keep telling everyone that.  Now if they’d just listen to me…”

Their laughter echoes through the auditorium.  

[terraforged]

i live my life to make mistakes and evil moms apparently

[prouddumah]

The clans of Dumah has gathered in the summer solstice, vampires and slaves, on this one day of particular celebration. Celebration of hard training, months of weeding out the unworthy, and of Dumah’s declaration to bloodshed. All of his great children’s clans sitting in the great shaded arena, in honor of their Patriarch, and churning blood for the Razielim tournament to be in the near year; this was the Third’s Trials.

The first of human hopefuls steps onto his stage, Dumah sits in his armored garb. His eyes gleaming in buzzing excitement to the coming brutality. By the chants of the wily audience, the Clan Lord - with his Gilded Dragons standing at his sides - slammed his fist to his stony throne and roared above all,

“FIGHT!”

[titchymitchy16]

Right my little giraffe poops... it is time for me to sleep... I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow... (yeah, right... tomorrow afternoon maybe...)

[liondew]

[dourkiwi]

The BBC site says I can't watch Merlin the last few episodes because I'm in America.

DISCRIMINATION

DISCRIMINATION

DISCRIMINATION

OR I'M JUST REALLY MAD AND I WANNA WATCH MERLIN

DISCRIMINATION