RYAN MURPHY THE CREATOR AND OWNER AND DECIDER OF KURT AND BLAINE’S FUTURE HAS IN HIS HEAD PLANNED WHEN KURT GETS MARRIED AND IT’S IN LESS THAN 3 YEARS AND HE BELIEVES IN A HAPPY ENDING FOR KURT AND BLAINE???? I???
AND IF YOU GO BY THE FACT THAT KURT WROTE HIS BIRTH YEAR AS 1993 ON HIS NYADA APPLICATION
more like the moment i gave up my life and sold my soul to dark forces involving a yellow hat and two darling boys and if i could have seen my future i’d seen myself crying in front of the computer in the middle of the night over a tweet that simply reads the number 21
“I hope not. I dream of seeing them grow old together. I agree with the writers for them to put some obstacles in the relationship that they’ll have to overcome and fight to remain together. But I don’t want them to break up. I put the veto on that!”—Chris Colfer on if he wants Kurt and Blaine to break up (x)
Due to the fact that Chris has turned into a sex god, and consequently his character on glee has too: there better be a scene where a bunch of girls throw themselves at him and he’s just like “No bitches, I like cock.”
Title: Wear Your Heart On Your Skin Pairing: Kurt/Blaine Rating: PG Words: ~ Summary: He felt a familiar itch, and stopped singing.
A/N: So I saw this post and had Klaine feels. I wrote what is basically exactly what happens in “Original Song,” in the Blackbird scene, except with tattoos and third person view of internal monologue.
Marley sat down in her chair, flipping her hair forward as she gazed eagerly at the front of the room as Kurt began to pass out sheet music to everyone.
“You look excited,” Tina noted with a smile.
Marley smiled back. “Of course! Mr. Schuester isn’t here today!”
Tina’s eyebrows shot up but her smile broadened. “Well you’re right, that is cause for celebration.”
“Especially since Mr. Hummel is taking over,” Marley said conspiringly behind her hand.
Tina blinked. “You know…you can just call Kurt. He was only in glee club a year ago.”
“No, Mr. Hummel is better,” she sighed dreamily, propping her cheek on her hand. “Now if only I knew how to catch his eye…”
Everything clicked into place for Tina and she started coughing to cover her laugh.
Blaine turned to look back at them. “Tina, what’s so funny? Am I missing some—”
The whole club turned in shock to look at Kurt, who was staring at Blaine with a mildly annoyed expression. “If you have something to say, you should share it with the rest of us.”
Blaine looked down, chagrinned. “I don’t have anything to share.”
“Very well,” Kurt sighed. “See me after rehearsal.”
“Yes, Mr. Hummel,” Blaine said modestly, trying to hide his smile.
Marley’s eyes glazed over. He was talented, strict, and could command a room. He was perfect.
After rehearsal had finished, Marley excused herself from Tina’s offer for a ride home, claiming that she had a ride already. It wasn’t strictly true, but she was planning on getting one. She hurried back to her locker and fixed her hair, body buzzing with excitement. On the way back to the choir room, she practiced her “Oh no Mr. Hummel, everyone left already and I don’t have a ride home what should I do?” speech in her head, confident that she had it down. She even mustered some teary eyes. She shook her body out and pushed open the choir room door.
“Ah! Please, Mr. Hummel!”
“One—ah!—more time, Blaine.”
Her eyes widened as she saw Blaine sprawled out on top of the piano, Kurt sitting in his lap and bouncing—oh god.
“I—I will—oh god yes—I will not—oh please, there, yes—I will not talk during—fuck!—class—FUCK!”
“Shhh, you’re still being too loud, here.”
Marley watched in mortification and extreme confusion as Kurt grabbed his ascot off the piano keys and stuffed it in Blaine’s mouth and that’s all Marley needed to see before she was quietly hurrying away from the choir room, full-out running when she turned the corner and headed outside.
Tina and Sam were waiting in the parking lot for her, grins on their faces. “We thought you might like a ride,” Sam said, trying not to laugh.
Marley looked at him. “I…Mr. Hummel—”
“Yeah, he’s been dating Blaine for nearly two years,” Tina said, patting her arm. “We thought it was obvious.”
“No,” Marley shook her head, the choir room scene still burned into the backs of her lenses. “I mean they were…and he was…like a student and…” She was at a loss for words.
“Yeah, they like to roleplay sometimes,” Sam shrugged. “Consider yourself lucky. I once walked in on them as Captain and Maria von Trapp. I’ll never get the image of Kurt in that bonnet out of my head.”
“Oh yeah! Was that the time with the riding crop?” Tina laughed and Sam nodded.
Marley stared at them. “You all are insane.”
“Welcome to glee club,” Tina smiled. “Now come on, let’s get you home.”