this starkid is goin' back to hogwarts
Okay since the disappointment that was Glee’s graduation episode I have been craving Kurtbastian because seriously there is more likelihood Kurbastian happening than there is of Glee not fucking up. Yes I’m still pissed so I’m going to shut up now and just ask if anyone has some Kurtbastian fanfiction to recommend? I already read ACITW and The Kitten And The Coyote and I need more, please?
Things I want right now more than this stupid Psychology revision… Klaine fanfic with teacher/student!Klaine even though I’ve read so many of these already I need one I havn’t read. Also some sort of future AU where Klaine broke up during/after high school now one of them is about to get married to a new guy and then relise they are ment to be with eachother, I would kill for this right now… anyone got links?
So it’s Friday and I’m finished college and now I have a 3 day weekend now thanks to a beautiful thing called bank holiday Monday yey!
So I should be studying for my exams but you know I gave up so send me some prompts to write for Klaine or CrissColfer?
Basically a continuation of my previous drabble because too many Kurt solos all at once give me too many feels. I don’t even know what happened here so just go with it. Oh and I just listened to that Klaine audio post by redsolokurt and I’m sobbing while writing this now. Once again my writing stops at the PG moments because I am still too scared to write smut.
Both of the young men exited the auditorium hand in hand, smiles plastered across their faces. They would make the most of the last 40 days of school they had together. They would make the most of the summer. And when the time came for Kurt to leave for New York they would cherish the year and a half of memories they had created together and always be looking forward to spending the rest of their lives together.
Kurt pulled Blaine along to his car and taken him back to the Hudmel household. Thankfully Burt and Carol had gone off to DC for the weekend and Finn was going back to Rachel’s. The boys hadn’t had much alone time lately what with what could only be described as their first real fight but eventually they had smoothed out the creases and realised that both boys were scared for the future.
Nothing mattered to the two boys in this moment. Everything was right again, it was even better. They argued yes, every couple did, but the magic lay in fact they always came out of the other side stronger than ever.
Blaine and Kurt never let go of each other’s hands on the journey from the auditorium to Kurt’s bedroom. To these two young men holding hands was more than just a public declaration of their relationship, it was a connection between them; neither forgetting the day Kurt had told Blaine that he loved musicals because holding hands was as sexy as it gets.
Somehow that had sparked their need to reach out for one another’s hands in moments of fear, worry, stress, anxiety, love.
Holding onto each other to ground themselves.
The two boys silently entered Kurt’s bedroom and slipped off their shoes before settling nose to nose on Kurt’s bed.
It was like their first time all over again, it felt like they were rediscovering each other after what seemed like a thousand miles of distance; both boys pushing away the thoughts that this would be what it would be like when they visited each other once Kurt was in New York.
Kurt and Blaine traced their hands over each other’s bodies; from checks to necks to shoulders to chest’s to waists to thighs and every inch they could reach. Arms wrapped tightly around each other, pulling the other impossibly closer so that every inch of their bodies were pressed together.
The boys closed their eyes; the only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing and their heartbeats. Of course you can’t hear another person’s heartbeat but they were pressed so close together, chest to chest, so they could feel their hearts pounding in time.
In that moment they didn’t need to speak a single word, because they knew, they both knew, and they would always know.
I can’t stop listening to the Glee version of “How Will I know”, “I Have Nothing”, and “Not The Boy Next Door” and somehow I got this. I have done nothing productive all day so now I decided to write a drabble, maybe it’s not productive but I’m saying it is because Chris Colfer himself said that if you’re a writer just keep writing no matter what form it is in just don’t stop. Okay that was paraphrased badly but it would take forever to find the real quote; instead I will stop babbling and give you some Klaine fluffiness that somehow became rather angsty so I had to stop.
Kurt took Blaine’s hand as they exited the auditorium. They had certainly not expected the entire club to show up for Glee practice but it seemed this week Mr Shue’s lesson had really hit home.
Everyone had finally faced up to the fact they only had 40 days left together. Kurt’s mind couldn’t help but wander back to that moment three years ago when he had stood on that stage singing Mr Cellophane, feeling so alone, sure he would be forever alone.
But this time he exited the auditorium he had an amazing group of friends, despite all the drama they caused each other, and he was hand in hand with the love of his life.
Kurt couldn’t take his eyes from Blaine Anderson.
They had had a rough week, well, a rough few weeks to be completely honest. Blaine had been distancing himself from Kurt and that had terrified the taller boy. He was scared of losing Blaine, the way he had lost his mother, and he didn’t think he would survive the heartbreak again. So he had tried to ignore it and Chandler had been the first distraction Kurt found.
Kurt had been terrified of Blaine leaving, was this distancing him slowing breaking up with him? Kurt had only wanted to push away the feeling of Blaine slipping away but it had blown up in his face because it had been the final catalyst to their growing tension.
Eventually it had come to a head and the boys had fought and Kurt had thought it was the moment Blaine was going to walk away forever. But by the grace of some god he didn’t believe in, that moment had allowed Kurt to find his Blaine once more.
Blaine had too been scared of losing his beau.
The only person Blaine had in his life that he could rely on truly was Kurt. His parents were unreliable and his Father was so far beyond that. Cooper had his ups and downs and Blaine still didn’t fully trust the older Anderson sibling.
Everyone else in the Glee club had their significant other or a friendship they had held for at least three years now, so even if they were being left behind they still had those friendship.
But Blaine had been an outsider, sure the New Directions had welcomed him with open arms, mostly, but at the end of line they were Kurt’s friends first. Blaine could hardly trust his own friends, The Warblers, after pulling up with Sebastian. No matter how forgiving Blaine was, he was still reserved with the boys who had once been his best friends.
Kurt was Blaine’s rock and he was beyond terrified of losing that. He had cried over it too many dark lonely nights in his parents’ house. Blaine never imagined finding his Kurt this early in his life, and now he had found him, he didn’t want to let him go. He couldn’t face it.
So Blaine began cushioning the blow early so he wouldn’t have to wake up one morning and Kurt would be gone.
Finally the two boys had understood each other. They were both scared of losing the other and they both now knew that wouldn’t happen.
Both of the young men exited the auditorium hand in hand, smiles plastered across their faces. They would make the most of the last 40 days of school they had together. They would make the most of the summer. And when the time came for Kurt to leave for New York they would cherish the year and a half of memories they had created together and always be looking forward to spending the rest of their lives together.
I wrote a bit of a follow up to this which is more fluffy I think, you can find it here!
Apparently a repeating playlist of Glee’s “not the boy next door”, “I have nothing”, and “how will I know” turns what was a fluffy drabble into an angsty drabble.
Yep, I still really need some Klaine fluff to read, a fluffy multi-chapter would be perfect right now, if anyone can recommend me one?
Okay more drabbles from me because even though I have literally no muse to write my multi-chapters at the moment I still have this ridiculous need to write as if it’s a drug so here you go have a CrissColfer drabble.
Oh and once again cutting off because of my lack of courage to write smut, I will one day find a smut writing mentor to help me!
In tears over the fact it took me like an hour to write over 500 words then I pressed post and it deleted I am literally so wound up right now but I am going to try and rewrite this.
This is based on various comments made by Chris and fans at Tribeca and the Apple Store Q&A. Comments referenced include these.
Darren didn’t care how much he would have to make it up to his publicist but he needed to be here.
Everyone thought he was at Coachella and he had been but Darren couldn’t stand to be there a moment longer. It wasn’t right, not when Chris was here in New York for one of the biggest moments of his life. Darren had already missed the Tribeca festival premier of Chris’ film Struck By Lightning and he felt awful.
Chris of course had told him to stay put in LA, have fun, and relax. But in reality Darren was only ever truly relaxed around Chris, he was at his happiest with Chris, he had his most fun with Chris. So, since Chris was in New York, Darren decided that was where he needed to be too.
Screw his publicist who had booked for photos and interviews at Coachella, Darren didn’t care what he needed to do to make it up to the management, he would do anything because he would never be able to make it up to Chris for not being there for him this weekend even though Chris had fully assured Darren it would be better if he stayed in LA even after Darren begging and promising, wanting to be there for Chris.
Not that Chris needed Darren, quite the opposite. If anyone could show what they could do it was Chris Colfer. He was just 21 years old and yet he had achieved so much. No one could say he was “just that kid from Glee” anymore. Chris had made a name for himself though his screenplay and acting and producing his movie, and his book deal.
Oh, and not to mention his voice. Darren thought to himself with a smile from his hiding place in the back room from where he could see over the heads of the crowd to the panel of cast and crew. Darren listened to Chris answering the fans questions. These fans were quite different to some of the young giggling Glee fans.
They asked questions from inspirations for the project, to future projects, and methods to tips for aspiring writers. As always Chris answered in his melodic voice, telling those quirky stories and witty comments and most of all that honesty that Chis always had with his fans because they meant so much to him and Darren could see that etched in Chris’ face.
Darren couldn’t help but smiling thinking of when Chris had explained that one of the main reasons he had been so passionate about Carson’s story was because it broke his heart hearing fans stories when they told him about their own aspirations but having no support system and no confidence to pursue their dreams. But Carson did it, he achieved, even though it ended tragically he still essentially achieved.
Darren needed to tell Chris, to show Chris, just how proud he was of everything he had accomplished, of the amazing person he was.
Darren listened to the Q&A in silence, grinning and smiling along with Chris and the audience and then one girl broke his gaze on Chris.
“I hope I am speaking for everyone when I say we are so proud of you.”
Darren scanned the crowd but couldn’t find the girl through the see of people from his angle so he quickly returned his eyes to Chris and found the tell-tale sign of the taller man’s eyes welling up with tears.
Darren knew how much this would mean to Chris, because his fans were so important to him, they were part of the reason Chris always strived to do his best in the projects he was graced with.
Darren felt the warm pressure rising to his eyes, his heart welling up with love and amazement at the man at the front of the room.
Finally the A&Q ended and the cast and crew were ushered out of the room and Darren slid back into the depths of the small room. As promised the panel director took Chris aside and brought him through to the side room where Darren was hidden, under the guise of a last minute meeting with the film publicist.
“Dare? What-what are you doing here?”
Chris’ face lit up with a mixture of elation and confusion at the sight of the curly haired man before him.
Before Chris could say another word Darren reached forward and pulled Chris into his arms.
“God Chris I missed you so much” Darren muttered into the taller man’s neck.
“I couldn’t be away from you, I couldn’t miss this. Not after missing your premier, the biggest night of your life and I wasn’t there, I couldn’t not be here.”
“Oh Darren” Chris sighed softly, he had missed Darren too, through all his excitement he couldn’t help but miss his best friend, his boyfriend, his lover.
Darren leaned in softly, not taking his eyes from Chris’ sapphire ones as their lips met and they kissed with a passion that left both men feeling dizzy.
Darren pulled away, though his lips barely left Chris’.
“I’m so proud of you, so so proud, you’re amazing Chris and I hope you know that, because all those people out there know it too you heard them and no one could be more proud than I am right now. I love you more and anything in the universe Chris Colfer”
Darren whispered before closing those last few centimeters.
Their lips moved together seamlessly with practiced ease. But the practiced ease never took away the passion and the love flowing between them, the feeling of sparks at every point at which their bodies touched never faded. Both of them held on tightly, crushing their bodies together, though there was no space between them they ached to be closer.
Darren licked his tongue against Chris’ lower lip, finding a slow rhythm before pushing forward asking permission and Chris opened his mouth in response, allowing Darren to explore, to taste, to memorize. Chris melted into his boyfriends’ body at the sensation of being tasted.
Okay more drabbles from me because even though I have literally no muse to write my multi-chapters at the moment I still have this ridiculous need to write as if it’s a drug so here you go have a CrissColfer drabble. Oh and once again cutting off because of my lack of courage to write smut, I will one day find a smut writing mentor to help me!
Well it’s official, my muse is dead. I’ve been staring at a half finished chapter of my fanfic for the entire morning and weeks later the next chapter still isn’t done so I give up. I’m going on an official writing hiatus until my muse recovers. I’m pretty sure my mind has turned to mush and I have a splitting headache as if someone is stabbing right through a nerve in my brain. But anyway the point of this is to say I am now putting all my WIP’s on hiatus. I will post a message on the places I update the fics so if you follow them just a warning there is no new chapter it’s just my hiatus message. I hope to get back to writing soon because I love writing and I bet my readers hate me for stopping but real life really isn’t helping my muse motivation right now so I’m taking a break.
