this starkid is goin' back to hogwarts
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?
Okay I have searched the billion and one pages of google for a good large HQ Klaine picture and I can’t find a decent one. I really need one to go with a PDF and it’s driving me mad that all the ones I have are eather too small or are realistically bad quality. So basically I am offering all the virtual offers I can if someone has a good image they could give me a link to or send me. Anyone?
I think Brian might be a Klaine shipper. Can’t tell for sure though.StarKid Spam - Brian Holden
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(Source: sweettoothinthebatfridge, via sassyrichter)
So I’m sitting here wanting to write but drawing a bit of a blank. Does anyone have a specific play list or artist they listen to for writing Klaine? I am willing to try pretty much anything right now because I usually listen to Candles a couple of times and my heart melts then I’m good but I’m notting getting anywhere right now, can anyone help me out?
Just a little something from Blaine’s POV, though I think I will also do a matching piece from Kurt’s POV. Hope you like it!
Blaine sat up in bed so fast his head pounded with a head rush, he sat still for a few moments before reaching over to turn his alarm off. He checked the time, 7:06am, plenty of time to get ready. His and Kurt’s apartment seemed huge to him wandering it alone but he knew Kurt wanted to do everything right so he didn’t care he had to spend the morning without his love because soon they would be married.
Married.
That word sent thrills down his spine. Kurt would be his husband in just a few hours’ time.
Blaine let his mind wander back through his memories as he absentmindedly cooked bacon and eggs for his breakfast.
He remembered their first meeting on that beautiful spiral staircase that Blaine would never forget. He remembered singing Baby It’s Cold Outside together and the chills he got as they harmonised. He remembered Kurt singing Blackbird and their first kiss. He remembered the first time they said “I love you” and how easily it had fallen from his tongue. He remembered the day Kurt left for New York, and the day Blaine joined him. He remembered their first real apartment together when they finished college. All the firsts he would never forget.
Blaine smiled as he hummed Teenage Dream under his breath as he ate. Even now, eight years later, it was still their song.
The curly haired boy jumped in his seat when the buzzer rang out. He had half forgotten about The Warblers impending arrival. Blaine hurried over and opened the door, in his door way stood a grinning Wes, Nick and Jeff.
“Come on in guys” Blaine smiled warmly after they had pulled Blaine into a hug in the middle of the corridor outside.
“How you feeling Blainers” Wes smirked, ruffling Blaine’s curls as he had done back in their Warbler days.
Blaine playfully batted his hand away and they both turned to find Nick and Jeff claiming the last of the bacon from the frying pan.
“I’d offer you breakfast, Wes, but it look like those two beat you to it” Blaine laughed.
Nick and Jeff looked up with matching grins. In the years since they graduated none of the boys had changed, not really.
“Come on then Blainers” Wes said pulling Blaine into his bedroom and sifting through the wardrobe to find Blaine’s tux. It was simple and black with silk accessories; almost silver-white bowtie and pocket handkerchief and vest, with a white shirt.
Blaine dresses in a nervous silence, he was so full of emotions, full of love for his boyfriend, fiancé, he just wanted today to be perfect because Kurt deserved nothing less.
For my dear Rowanandpheonixfeather who had to wait all night for this because I fell asleep at 2:30am. I hate making our boys fight even though I am a sucker for angst. Enjoy!
Kurt had regretted storming out of the apartment the second the door slammed behind him.
This was their first real fight since they had moved into their New York apartment together. The first few months had been perfect, but now Kurt knew why they called it the honeymoon period.
Kurt knew he had made a mistake; he shouldn’t have hake his stress out on Blaine. The pressure of his second year at NYADA had been a shock to his system and he had finally snapped and taken it out on Blaine.
“You have no idea how much pressure I am under Blaine!”
Kurt had half screamed at his boyfriend, and on and on it went, the pressure that had been boiling inside of him like a tightly wound coil was finally exploding out of him like a volcano erupting.
God, what had he done?
Kurt was shaking as he walked the streets of New York City.
He had ruined everything. It was over; Blaine would never forgive him, not after this. Kurt had taken everything out on his completely innocent boyfriend. Blaine had only been trying to help.
Kurt’s eyes prickled with the burning pressure of tears building, he shook his head. A long time ago Kurt had decided there was no use in crying, it wouldn’t fix anything, and he had to fix this, he just had to. He couldn’t lose Blaine, not now, not after they had survived the 10 months of separation while Blaine finished his senior year whilst Kurt was in New York.
Kurt face contorted into a look of determination. He would me this right; he would do anything to make it up to Blaine. He would do everything in his power to show Blaine just how much Kurt appreciated him.
Starting with flowers he thought as he walked past a dainty flower shop. Kurt smiled instantly when he spotted a bunch of carnations; some were red and yellow like those he had given Blaine when he got the part of Tony in West Side Story, and there were also a couple of pink ones interspersed with the brightly coloured ones, just like their boutonnieres from junior prom. Perfect.
Kurt paid for the flowers with a happy smile, it was a start.
Kurt quietly entered the apartment barely an hour after leaving, he almost smiled when his eyes found Blaine.
But his beau was sitting on their couch, head in his hands.
Kurt walked over and kneeled down in front of Blaine
“Bee, I’m so sorry, I-I-“
Kurt’s speech was interrupted by Blaine reaching forward and pulling Kurt into a fierce, passionate kiss.
“It’s okay Kurt, really it it, but please never ever leave again”
Blaine whispered pulling Kurt close.
“I promise, Bee”
Kurt said softly, kissing his boyfriends forehead before holding out the flowers.
“I really am so sorry..”
I have two more prompts to fill as it seems I fell asleep. I am a compleate narcisist with angsty but I hate making our babies fight so I will just see where it takes me.
Not really sure what I think of this, short and a little fluffy, enjoy!
Blaine had of course thought about love, which teenager hadn’t fanaticised about falling in love? But Blaine had never dared hope he would find someone anytime soon, not after he had been forced to run away, run from what should have been an amazing night which turned into something he just wanted to forget.
Things had changed since then of course. Blaine was at Dalton now; he was safe, he had friends. Friends like Kurt.
Kurt had come to him in his moment of terror and Blaine knew that Kurt was so much stronger than he was. It was clear every day that they spent together at Dalton. Blaine watched the glaze eyed boy heal.
As Kurt healed he became more himself; there was a sassiness and strength that just radiated outwards and Blaine could feel it. When Blaine watched Kurt perform in Warbler practice, or talk animatedly about something he was passionate about like a musical or fashion, Blaine couldn’t help but smile. It was contagious to say the very least.
Kurt’s smile that came with the passion was something Blaine would never forget. The way the pale boys’ cheeks dimpled ever so slightly, the way he blinked slowly before releasing the smile that encompassed his whole face right into the depths of those sapphire orbs.
Blaine’s stomach flipped as he lay there in bed, staring into the darkness. Blaine stared at the clock on his bedside table; the little lit up numbers showed him the time, 2:25am.
Nothing he could do could keep his mind from the boy he loved.
Wait.
What.
Loved?
That word sent Blaine’s head spinning, but how could it not be true?
Kurt was the single most amazing person Blaine had ever met. His strength, his passion, his talent, his heart. How could he have not seen it earlier, why was he so damn oblivious. Blaine laughed into the silence of the night. His heart felt lighter, he had known it all along but how did it take him this long to really see…
Once again short and sweet, though I kind of want to continue this a little further maybe.
The time apart had seemed never ending, the clock ticking slowly the way it did when the battery was about to run out. The aching of loneliness was something Kurt would never get used to.
So maybe even last year they had never spent every moment together, it wasn’t like they had a weekday routine together per say but it was the hope that Kurt missed. Every morning when Kurt awoke to his empty bed in Ohio he knew he would be seeing Blaine at school and it gave him hope.
In New York it was different; the first morning had been the hardest, knowing he wasn’t getting up to see Blaine, knowing that he wouldn’t be meeting his love at his locker soon.
Over the week it had turned into a dull ache; an emptiness as he rolled over and sighed every morning as he was reminded anew of the fact that he was here and Blaine was there.
But today was different, today that hope filled Kurt once more because today he was seeing Blaine and oh how his heart sored because his first week alone in New York City had seemed so much longer than seven day, though the memory of their last goodbye was still fresh in his mind.
Kurt stepped from the subway station beside the airport and hurried into the terminal where Blaine would be arriving at any moment. His heart was buzzing with anticipation of seeing his love again, the distance was closing and Kurt felt his pulse race at that knowledge.
Kurt searched desperately for the sight of Blaine over the throngs of people milling around the entrance.
Then their eyes locked. Golden honey brown on glaze blue green. And Kurt felt his heart lighten, like an invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulder.
He was pushing through the crows desperately and he could see Blaine doing the same; both just needing to be, to touch, to hold.
And then Kurt’s arms had found Blaine and he was gathering him up in his arms.
Kurt didn’t know when the tears had started to flow but he soon found his checks were wet with tears. He couldn’t bring himself to care that his face would be blotchy and red; all he cared about was that Blaine was in his arms.
“I love you Bee” Kurt whispered gently into Blaine’s ear, who had his head buried into Kurt’s shoulder.
“I love you too, Kurt” Blaine replied, his warm breath tickling Kurt’s skin where his neck met shoulder.
The first week had been the hardest, the first reunion the most emotional.
They didn’t care about the hundreds and thousands of people surrounding them.
In that moment all they could see was each other.
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.
