More post-ep reaction fic. Blaine wants to meet Chandler. Blaine has ~a plan.~
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“I want to meet him.”
“Blaine, you don’t—”
“I’m not,” Blaine smiles, cutting Kurt off, because he knows he was going to say You don’t have to worry and he’s not. Or at least, he won’t be. “You’re right. It will be good for you to already have a friend when you move. I just want to meet him.”
I wrote this for my darling and wonderful pencilpushingenthusiast (JENNY CALLS YOU CB. CAN I CALL YOU CB TOO?! I WANT TO.) who drew the most adorable picture of charming, dimpled, sunshiney baby Blaine running a lemonade stand. It was the cutest thing I ever saw, and I was flailing about it, and then she flailed about it, and she had the most GLORIOUS HEADCANON. And then I finally wrote it out.
*I took a few liberties though. Also, there is Cooper.*
CAITLIN. “… one baby-round cheek resting on his hand in an air of dejected boredom…” I AM SMILING LIKE A MORON THIS IS NOT OKAY. You’ve given us Klaine BABIES. And FRANCEY. And COOPER. All in the same stoRYASLJAJFK.
For Neaf’s “Saturdays”; Ch. 1, “Game Called on Account of Pancakes” (Saturday morning sweetness here!)
For stoney321’s “Where There’s Smoke” (dangerously addictive source material here!)
(Heartwolf and iloveweasleys, this is entirely your fault.)
For aspiringtoeloquence’s “Reasons” (sweet, precious one-shot here!)
Because I’ve always loved this one :)
For iknowitainteasy’s “Little Numbers” (WIP here!)
I found this absolutely adorable, lovely little story via a fellow artist’s beautiful work and after reading it, I just couldn’t help myself! :)
big spoon/little spoon: depends on the day! (please note, this will be part of my answer for every one of these, because EVERYONE’S THE BIG SPOON SOMETIMES AND EVERYONE’S THE LITTLE SPOON SOMETIMES.) in the winter, kurt’s usually big spoon, because blaine runs colder than he does and the super in their building does not care about the fact that the window sealants are sub-par; when the weather isn’t an issue, whoever rolls over first is big spoon.
favorite non-sexual activity: if asked this question directly, kurt would say “going to the theatre—we saw the most amazing performance of ‘the last five years’ the other night, it was really incredible, and there’s something so romantic about dinner and a broadway show, isn’t there? it just never gets old for me.” blaine would say, “oh, everything, really—we went to the statue of liberty the other day, i can’t believe we’ve lived in new york for six years and we’d never been, look, i took a photo of the most hilarious dog!”
in actuality, however, it’s watching x-factor/american idol/assorted other talent competitions, tivo’d, with the judges muted so they can do that part themselves. they have agreed that this is deeply embarrassing and that no one must know—especially rachel, because she’d totally ruin the whole thing by insisting on joining them, and half the point is giving up halfway through to have sex on the couch.
who uses all the hot water in the morning: blaine, though he repeatedly insists that he really doesn’t and it’s just the pipes and KURT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME WITH YOUR ICE COLD HAND—
what they order from take out: they’re actually not ordering all that much take-out these days; kurt insists that the sodium in the spaetzel thing from that polish place blaine likes is going to kill them both before they’re 30, and anyway, the idea that living in NYC automatically means living on take-out is a complete myth. this is the third time he’s gone on this kick, so blaine’s waiting him out. eventually he’ll cave to the lure of pho, and then the spaetzel will once again rule the day.
This is so crazy-adorable, I honestly don’t know what to do with myself.
For mittenconfetti’s “Perfect Not Broken” (gorgeous, heartbreaking one-shot here!)
Now off to go bawl into my pillow some more. Don’t mind me… *sobs*
Kurt and Carole are probably making dinner, making the kitchen off limits for people like Burt and Finn, since they are useless.
Rachel is probably trying to help but failing.
Her dads are trying to keep up with Burt’s football talk and just looking at each other and sharing cute smiles.
So instead of cooking, Rachel is curled up next to Finn on the couch, like a kitty.
Blaine keeps ~distracting Kurt so Carole also bans him from the kitchen.
Then they all sit down to dinner and go around to say what they are thankful for.
“My family,” says Burt, looking at the full table - a table that hasn’t been this full in years.
“My boys,” says Carole, looking from Finn to Kurt - then to Blaine.
“Rachel,” says Finn automatically.
“The additional steps forward for equality,” says one of Rachel’s dads.
“You,” says the other, holding his hand.
“Blaine,” says Kurt, his eyes not leaving Blaine’s face.
“All of you,” says Blaine, choosing not to think about his family, who isn’t even having a Thanksgiving dinner.
Then they all dig in, the room full of conversation and laughter and love.
oh goddammit rose
Finn is thankful that Blaine is sitting down.
^wqoieruqopwiutpoqwiurpqwre
Another brilliant, sneak-peeky excerpt that’s makin’ me all nervous and emotional and just… SAD PANDA! Ckofshadows, I’d fall to my knees and beg you to stop this, I really would, but I kind of never want you to stop this, sooo… Oy, the conundrum.
I can’t guarantee that some of this won’t change slightly. So keep that in mind, if you’re someone who only wants to read it if it’s exactly what will be posted later.
This scene takes place a few paragraphs into the chapter.
Oh Dearie! I’m literally hyperventilating and crying at the same time… it’s ridiculous (and kind of funny), but this has honestly NEVER happened to me before! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??? OMG. OMG. I AM SUCH A MESS RIGHT NOW!
Adopting now was just the logical thing to do and Blaine wanted a child so so badly - had for some time now, and Kurt wanted to make Blaine happy.
Kurt just wished he wasn’t so fucking terrified.
For ckofshadows’s “Roses in December” (WIP here!)
Because beautiful story is BEAUTIFUL! Cannot do it proper justice, but really wanted to try… And Blaine, you are lovely, but your face is difficult. As are your hands and arms. And hair. You are one lovely, difficult boy. Arg. *artist’s frustration* P.S. That little crumply thingy is supposed to be a rose… *grimaces*
For Keitorin Asthore’s “Tumbled”; Ch. 66, “Babbie” (drabble source)
I know, he’s like, super chubby, LOL. Contemplated fixing it, but I have a ridiculous soft spot for chubby babies, sooo…
