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Takes place immediately after 4x22 ends. Blaine makes a proposal, but not the one we’re all thinking of.
“Kurt, do you mind— can I talk to you for a minute? In the hallway?”
Kurt turns slowly, his eyebrows furrowing a little in concern. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, I just— I want to tell you something before I forget. It’s kind of important,” Blaine adds with a nervous laugh, and he closes his fist tight around the box as they walk out into the hallway together, not stopping until Blaine reaches their spot at the end of the hallway, by the display case and the doors.
“What’s going on?” Kurt asks gently, and Blaine sucks in a shaky breath, holding the box between them and watching Kurt’s eyes widen when he sees it. “Blaine?” he asks, his voice high.
anon said: you should write klaine talking about blaine’s work-out (◡‿◡✿)
“You did the what?”
“The routine they do in the video to Call On Me. You know the…” Blaine trails off, singing on the song that’s been stuck in his head for days now.
“Huh.” Kurt pouts his lips on the screen of Blaine’s laptop. “Don’t know how that one goes.”
“You’ve never seen the video to Call On Me? The one with all the girls dancing half-naked?”
“Well, yeah, I’ve seen it, but I didn’t like… actively watch it, since, uh…” Kurt’s eyes trail away. “Girls dancing half-naked?”
word count: ~2,400
rating: nothing they wouldn’t be able to air on FOX
summary: Blaine struggles to deal with some crushing news and how it might reshape the future he wants. Kurt shares a little secret he’s been keeping for almost a year. Everything works out.
author’s notes: This is a lot of gratuitous headcanon about how Kurt has felt all along, why he isn’t with Adam, and what might prevent Blaine from going through with a proposal. I could call this speculation fic for the season finale, since it’s compliant with all the spoilers I’ve read, but I don’t honestly think there’s a chance in hell of anything like this happening. At least we have a few days left to dream.
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Blaine noses feebly at Kurt’s sharp collarbone, presses his damp face into the long curve of Kurt’s throat, and tries to compose himself enough to speak.
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Kurt/Blaine, post 4x21 fic
(or well, it’s set in the middle of it)Four days.
It’s four days of Kurt being in Lima; days of compliments and flirting, not-accidental-at-all casual brushes of arms and shoulders and thighs, hand-holding over tables, and Blaine’s thrilled with it; happy just to see Kurt and touch him and get to talk to him, even when it’s in the friendliest of ways, but.
But.
Kurt/Blaine, post 4x21 fic
(or well, it’s set in the middle of it)Four days.
It’s four days of Kurt being in Lima; days of compliments and flirting, not-accidental-at-all casual brushes of arms and shoulders and thighs, hand-holding over tables, and Blaine’s thrilled with it; happy just to see Kurt and touch him and get to talk to him, even when it’s in the friendliest of ways, but.
But.
Oh hey look, reaction fic for 4x21!
Kurt finds it by accident.
He’s using his mini-vacation home as an excuse to check up on absolutely every facet of his dad’s life, because he doesn’t get as many opportunities to do it anymore. Sure, he calls his dad all the time, but there are some things only the eye can see. Like how incredibly poorly his dad is treating his work suits—doesn’t he know that they need to be dry-cleaned? Kurt makes a mental note to talk to Carole about it.
Suit pants left in a pile on the floor, shirt and tie thrown over the seat of the chair, and at least his dad had the decency to hang the jacket over it. Kurt rolls his eyes, exasperated, as he picks up the individual pieces and slings them over his arm. His dad might not have time to drop things off at the dry cleaners, but Kurt is happy to volunteer a few hours of his visit.
It stands out to him immediately. It’s hard for it not to, after all—it’s a rainbow pin, and that would be pretty flamboyant, even for him, much less his dad. It’s in the lapel, and Kurt isn’t sure if that’s quite the best place to put it, he should really give his dad a run down on brooch and pin positioning, but that’s beside the point.
The point is that he has the pin at all, and Kurt has never seen it.
[The first time Kurt sees Blaine with his shirt off.]
“Hurry up!” Kurt calls down the hall from the doorway of Blaine’s room. He’d been leaning in the door-jam talking with David waiting for Blaine to return from class for the past fifteen minutes.
“The movie starts in a half an hour!”
“Sorry! Sorry!” Blaine apologizes as he dashes into his room, nods distractedly at his roommate and heads straight for the closet. “History ran long. Professor Longfellow went off on one of his rants about the French Revolution again.”
Kurt and David share a sympathetic glance, but then David is standing with books in his hand ready to leave.
Whoops, my fingers slipped, and I wrote reaction fic for 4.18.
Kurt’s in his acting class when he feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket. Thankfully, it’s not loud enough that his professor hears it—which is good, because he went apeshit on someone last week for the same thing. He’s curious, but it’s probably just Rachel, or Santana, reminding him about picking up milk (soy!!!!, Rachel always reminds him) or something else unimportant.
In fact, by the time he’s done with class, the text slips his mind completely.
“Please pick up. God, please pick up, please, please.”
The floor was cold and hard, the air still and empty as in a grave, with the occasional shuffling of bodies and sniffle and his whisper into the phone as loud as he dared, barely above a breeze rustling through dead leaves on trees in fall.
“Please don’t go to voicemail, just this once, please, please—”
“Hello?”
He couldn’t help the noise that escaped his lips, relieved laughter strangled with tears. Like the one he hadn’t been able to help at Sectionals when Kurt had called him. Another miraculous phone call. What he wouldn’t give for another miracle. But he choked it down, a tremor running through him at the volume of it, like it was the seal on his fate and he curled further in on himself in the corner, hidden behind the overturned desk.
“Kurt,” he whispered and it escaped him like one of the last breaths of a dying man.
pureklaination asked: prompt: meet cute; blaine and kurt meet at the store buying condoms and, it’s not poor taste to give out your phone number to someone on a wednesday morning over lube?
Blaine thinks he’s doing a fairly good job of keeping his cool when he’s scanning condom brands in a drug store one morning, trying to balance price and function in his mind while an unbelievably gorgeous guy stands next to him, shifting from foot to foot. Blaine thinks he’s being judged until he glances over to the other guy and realizes he looks nervous, torn as he stares down the rows of condom boxes.
A minute goes by and Blaine says slowly, careful just in case he’s reading the situation wrong, “Do you need any help?”
The other guy blinks quickly, cheeks pink and jaw tightening before he finally says, his voice surprisingly soft and high, “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
