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kuiinncedes · 3 years

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just the keys to paradise

jatp au - prologue - part 1/15? - 1834 words

relationships: blaine & sam & tina & artie

okkkk we're doing it 🤪 idk how regularly i will update this (omg ongoing fic??? who is she) but i do have like technically a ~few~ chapters i guess done,,, and i am working on the next so . we're gonna try this lol

anyway if it wasn't clear this is an au based on the most amazing tv show ever with only 9 episodes pls watch or rewatch it on netflix the emmy-award winning julie and the phantoms !!! 🤪

that being said if you haven't watched it what are you doing jk i think you can still read this and hopefully it makes sense 😂 feel free to ask me if there's anything that doesn't make sense lol :)

also fyi in case it influences your decision to read: this will be more focused on platonic relationships for a while but will almost certainly have main endgames klaine, quinntina, and samcedes ��

prologue title and lyrics in this part from "now or never" from the jatp soundtrack

plot and some dialogue from julie and the phantoms so like credit to all those creators and writers 🤪

warnings for this part: car accident, major character deaths (both of these are not actually in writing/"on screen" just implied at the end (especially within the context of this being a jatp au) and nothing really described -- if you want/need more details feel free to ask me)

read on ao3 or under the cut :D

1995

“Dudes, we fucking killed that !” Sam cheers when the smoke has cleared, going around and giving each of them something that could be called a high-five, just not to their hands. Tina laughs and cheers too as Sam excitedly taps her feet after she gets out from behind her kit, still elevated on the drum stage. Some of the workers applaud them from the audience space.

“Too bad we wasted that on the soundcheck,” Artie jokes, putting his guitar down and grabbing his water bottle. “That was the tightest we’ve ever played, yo!”

Tina grins and hops down from the drum platform. Sam slings an arm around her shoulders and she grabs his wrist. They’re both sweaty and too warm but she doesn’t mind having Sam’s heat pressed against her right side.

God, she thinks… that really was something else, even though it was just the soundcheck. She looks around at her bandmates’ faces -- shiny with sweat, red with exhilaration and exertion, bright with elation, eyes wide with excitement and --

Wow. They’re playing the Orpheum.

Blaine pats Artie on the back, jostling him enough to spill the water he’s trying to drink down the front of his shirt, but Artie just laughs -- he’s soaked with sweat anyway. They have spare clothes backstage just for this reason.

“Just wait until tonight, guys, when this place is packed with record execs,” Blaine says, looking out wonderingly into the empty (for now) audience. His grin widens almost imperceptibly, which is impressive considering how huge it already is.

“We’re gonna be legends!” the other three of them chorus, before Blaine can, and they laugh when he turns to them, affronted. “That’s my line!”

“It’s what you get for saying it ten times a day for the last month!” Tina teases. Blaine pushes her shoulder playfully, putting his hand within reach for Sam to grab. It’s a strange position considering Sam’s arm is still around Tina’s shoulders, but Tina adds her hand to their hold as Sam beckons Artie over from his side of the stage, barking out his name with joking anger.

Artie puts his water down and walks over to complete the group, placing his hand on top of Tina’s. “Tina, you were smokin’,” he says.

She rolls her eyes a little and grins back. “Pretty sure you’re just talking about the pyro. You guys were the ones on fire,” she says, pointing her drumsticks around at them.

“T, can you just own your awesomeness for once?” Blaine exclaims.

“Queen T!” Sam calls, pulling her closer into his side. She stumbles into him, laughing as the guys all start cheering it after Sam.

“Okay, okay! Thanks, guys, I got it!” she squeals, trying to get them to quiet down although -- they are in the Orpheum, where they’re playing later, it’s not like they have to be quiet -- while Sam leans his weight on her, causing them to stagger into the drum riser. Tina catches herself on it and Sam finally detaches from her and they’re still being loud and raucous and probably somewhat annoying to the staff, but she’s just laughing too hard to care.

“We’ve got an hour ‘til the show; I say we go celebrate before we become legends!” Blaine proclaims, jumping off the stage. The other three follow.

Tina starts, “Celebrate our last night of being -- ”

“Losers?” Artie interjects.

They’ve caught the attention of one of the Orpheum workers -- a woman with brown hair who’s wiping down the tables, smiling at them as Tina catches her eye. “There’s some nice restaurants around here,” she says with a wink. “You guys really killed it, by the way. But it seems like you know that.”

Blaine laughs, a little sheepishly. “Thanks. Uh, I’m Blaine,” he says. “This is -- ”

“Sam, hi!”

“Tina, how’s it going -- ”

“Artie, hey.”

Tina raises her eyebrows and stifles a laugh at Artie as he leans his sweaty arms onto the table that the woman just cleaned.

“We’re Sunset Curve!” Blaine says to complete their introduction.

“Tell your friends!” Sam calls, raising his voice and drawing the other workers’ attention to them. Tina elbows him lightly in the side.

“Nice to meet you,” the stranger says. “I’m Elle. So… what were you guys thinking for this -- what was it -- ‘celebration of your last night as losers’?”

“Well, we really can’t afford any nice places -- ” Sam starts.

“Oh, you know what? We should just go to Tip Top!” Blaine says, clapping his hands together. The others are quick to agree -- it’s the small, cheap diner where they spent the evening after their first “real” gig, and they’ve spent countless hours there since, annoying the staff and depleting their supply of plastic silverware. The employees there have learned to let them take what they legally can (and sometimes what they couldn’t), and the band is friendly with most of them. They haven’t been there in too long, having been working hard to get the Orpheum gig, and then writing and rehearsing like crazy once they got it.

Elle smiles as they excitedly and loudly recount stories of Tip Top to each other -- sentimental memories and the ridiculousness they got up to -- talking over each other and having multiple conversations at once.

“I guess you don’t need my recommendations?” she says lightly.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry, we’re good, thanks so much for offering,” Blaine answers, polite as ever.

“Have fun! Looking forward to seeing you guys perform again tonight.”

“Thank you!” the four of them exclaim as they make their way back to the exit. Tina yanks on the back of Artie’s shirt as he lingers at the table, a dumb look on his face that tells her he’s trying to flirt, or at least, his version of it.

“Tina!” Artie yelps and she laughs at the annoyed look on his face.

“You are not exempt from this last night of loser-dom celebration. You’re telling me you’d rather flirt with a girl than this?”

“Yes,” Artie grumbles. There’s no heat behind it, and Tina playfully pushes him sideways.

“Plus, we need you to drive.”

“You can drive!”

“Technically we all can drive!” Tina laughs at Artie’s horrified expression, probably at the prospect -- and memory -- of the one time Blaine drove them to a gig. “Just not your car!” she calls, jogging to catch up with Blaine and Sam, Artie running after her. “Your car is the fucking worst.”

“Don’t talk about her like that!”

“Blaine and Sam agree!”

That gets their attention and the two guys turn, Blaine asking, “What are we agreeing with?”

“I agree with Tina,” Sam says immediately. Tina nods gratefully at him.

“You don’t even know what we’re talking about!” Artie complains.

They’re at his beat-up car now and they pile in, Tina in the passenger seat laughing as Sam all but tackles Blaine into the backseat when he starts for the driver’s side, jostling her and Artie in the front. They continue shuffling around while Artie attempts to start the car, to many concerning -- but normal for his car -- noises.

“This thing is gonna go down and take us with it, Artie,” Tina mumbles teasingly, absentmindedly twirling a drumstick in her right hand. (She realizes too late that she probably should’ve left them at the Orpheum, but it’s not a big deal -- they’re not her favorite pair which are safe in their studio and she has extras backstage in case something happens to this pair while they’re out.)

The car finally starts with a rumble and Artie lets out a cheer. “We’re fine, T. Let’s go, y’all!”

“Floor it, Artie!” Sam calls from the back. The car accelerates comically slowly even as Artie presumably “floors it,” but they’re going somewhere.

After a few minutes, Tina finds herself unconsciously humming her solo in the bridge of “Now or Never,” only noticing when Sam interjects suddenly with his “Tomorrow!” leaning between the front seats and slightly startling her. She laughs and continues with the words, “‘Cause we got all we need today! ”

“Today!” Artie echoes, miming his guitar playing with one hand on the steering wheel.

“Living on a feeling that’s been running through our veins!” Blaine sings loudly, joining Sam in crowding into the front of the car.

“We’re the revolution that’s been singing in the rain!” It’s Sam’s line, but they all belt it at the top of their lungs together.

“That’s my line!” Sam exclaims at the same time that Blaine cheers, “My favorite line!” Tina continues to clap the beat for the next part of the song, Artie hitting the steering wheel in rhythm with her. Her face hurts from smiling.

“Artie, dude, where’d you go?” Blaine asks suddenly. Tina looks around at their slowly darkening surroundings that are completely unfamiliar. Slight panic rises in her stomach but she swallows it down; she’s with her boys, they’re safe, just a little lost.

Sam bursts out in uproarious laughter as Artie complains, “You guys distracted me!”

“Told you I should’ve driven!” Blaine says. He leans forward again and Sam follows. Tina stays quiet, pressing herself against the door a little to make room; her boys aren’t that much better but she’s always been completely hopeless with navigation and directions.

“You would’ve gotten even more distracted from singing and veered us right into a fucking building,” Artie grumbles, but he obeys as Blaine directs him to turn left and chooses to ignore his comment.

“Safe driving, am I right, dudes?” Sam cackles as he returns to the backseat, and Tina can’t help but laugh with him. “We’re gonna miss our gig, that’s how we’ll be legends!”

“‘Sunset Curve Skips Orpheum Showcase For No Reason’?” Tina suggests, turning around in her seat to face Sam.

He points at her. “Exactly. Or, 'Sunset Curve Skips Orpheum Showcase Because They Don't Know How To Drive.' The end of a promising career,” he jokes somberly. “No one would ever book them again.”

They fall silent and only the mutters of Blaine and Artie fill the car, along with the loud engine.

“Still haven’t figured it out yet?” Sam groans loudly, laying on his back across the backseats as Blaine is leaning awkwardly out of his seat to help Artie navigate.

“Not like you’re helping!” Artie says.

“That’s the street!” Blaine exclaims, pointing ahead. “The next intersection.”

“Give it up for Mr. Blaine Anderson, everyone,” Artie drawls, speeding up the car a little bit. “Perhaps not able to drive, but navigator extraordinaire.”

“You chose the wrong career path, dude,” Sam says, propping himself up on one elbow to clap Blaine’s shoulder. “Like, songwriting?”

Blaine looks down at him, raising an eyebrow. “Songwriting?” He gestures for Sam to continue.

Sam shrugs, sitting up finally. “Just, you know, songwriting, bro…" His gaze suddenly shifts and fixes at a point beyond Tina. "What th-- that car Artie!”

Tina snaps her gaze away from Sam just in time to see him yank Blaine down into his seat and the set of blinding headlights through the car windows in her periphery.

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as a final note, i'm not sure if it can be seen this way but i'm not trying to erase artie's disability or anything and i believe i'm not doing that; as you might be able to guess, the car accident at the end of this is what paralyzes him, like in glee canon but just several years later (in his life not in actual time). please let me know if any aspect of this is disrespectful or anything <3

#i guess the warnings do kinda spoil it but it is the main point of the show lol #bye i'm stressed alksdhfgkajdhkkdsjf #kurt and the phantoms #i'm making a fucking tag for this yeahhh #will probably go back and tag some things where i shared lines or whatever lol bc i couldn't shut up about this 😂#this will be following the songs on the soundtrack... all of them not just the ones that are episode titles 👀#i'm really excited i love my ideas aksdghdfjkghlsdfjghkasdjf #so i hope i can do them well haha and i hope posting will help me keep motivated #but also i'm just really excited about it and want to share #and kinda reminding myself how i'm fine with wips being not updated for a long time or abandoned like it's not too big of a deal #so if that happens with this the person i'll be disappointing most is myself 😂#omg now or never came on shuffle while i'm putting it on ao3 a sure sign i should post lmao #what the fuck is ao3 doing putting spaces after italicized words excuse me???? kldhgklsdjfgh #AHHHH ok shit here we go????#dude editing this took way too long and it was just removing fucking spaces before and after italicized words after copying and pasting #from docs to ao3 and then from ao3 to tumblr???? why ??????#so i have forgotten anything else i wanted to say lol i will also put other tags in a second #ahhhjkdgfhkjlsdfgkahd;lkjadfghsdljighaksfd #glee #glee fic #jatp #julie and the phantoms #blaine anderson #tina cohen chang #sam evans #artie abrams #glee fanfiction #my ficsssss #ALSO this is why i've been on some blamtina bullshit lately lol 🤪 we got some blamtina comingggggg #and kurt of course ahhhh :DDD

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darriness · 3 years

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Klaine Fic - Season of Happiness

Author: darriness

Rating: Explicit

Category: AU

Word Count: 11,172

Summary: A Christmas with the Anderson’s - what could possibly go wrong?

Author’s Note: So I started watching Happiest Season the other day and got inspired! I have only watched an hour of the movie though so far. Once it sparked this fic idea, I wanted to run with it without having to think about how closely it aligned with the movie. So any similarities, especially near the end, are coincidental. That being said, there are two lines from the movie I used in my fic word for word because I loved them so much (if you want to know which they are just ask and I'll tell you - I take no credit for them). As always this fic was beta'd by the lovely @darrenismydarcy but any left over errors are completely my fault! Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

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“There it is. There it is.” Blaine Anderson pants as he rocks his hips. Kurt Hummel, the man currently on the receiving end of Blaine’s thrusting hips, puts his hands into his hair as his noises become more desperate. He is so. Close. And Blaine knows it.

“Oh God, Blaine.” Kurt moans.

“Come on. Come. Come around my cock.” It’s those growled words that do it. Kurt feels everything in him tighten before it releases in blinding light and sparks.

He is aware of Blaine’s almost pained groan above him and after the initial wave of sensation is over, Kurt makes the concerted effort to squeeze his muscles as Blaine continues to thrust.

“Coming.” Blaine announces in a strained voice as he stills and Kurt hums at the pulsing sensation deep inside.

They are still but for their panting breath for several moments afterwards. Kurt is enjoying the little sparks of sensation still zinging all over his body and he has a feeling Blaine is about five seconds away from collapsing on top of him.

4, 3, 2, 1…

Blaine lets out a huff and his arms collapse under him so he’s lying on Kurt’s chest. Kurt smirks - he knows his boyfriend. Kurt brings his hands up to run them absently along Blaine’s sweaty back as the other man rests his cheek on Kurt’s sternum. He knows sooner rather than later Blaine will have to get up to dispose of the condom, but for now he’s going to wait until he can feel his extremities a little more and just enjoy this moment.

Six months in and it seems to only get better.

He met Blaine in a coffee shop, of all cliche places. Witty banter and flirty, coy smiles were exchanged and just like that Kurt had himself a date for the evening. Six months later finds the twenty-four year old men living together in Kurt’s small but impressively decorated one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn and more in love than either can really comprehend.

Kurt is forever thankful that he decided to stop at that particular coffee shop before work all those months ago.

Blaine brings him back to the present with a groan as he pushes off Kurt to quickly dispose of the condom before pulling the blanket up to cover them both and snuggling back in beside Kurt.

“Love you.” Blaine whispers.

Kurt turns with a smile, enjoying the way the passing lights from the street outside cause the light to play on Blaine’s beautiful face, “Love you, too.” He answers back.

Blaine gives a small smile, “And thanks for letting me do that.”

The comment makes Kurt actually laugh out loud, which makes Blaine’s smile grow bigger.

“You say that like it never happens.” Kurt says after he’s done laughing, “I’ve let you fuck me quite a few times.”

Blaine shrugs, “Yeah, but you much prefer to fuck me.”

It’s Kurt’s turn to shrug, “Fair point. But it’s not like I only let you top on your birthday and Christmas or anything. And don’t pretend you don’t prefer it the other way.”

Blaine smirks, “You are very talented with your hips.” He concedes which does wonders for Kurt’s ego, “But it’s close enough to Christmas so the whole ‘only let me fuck you on Christmas’ thing could hold water.”

Kurt snorts and rolls his eyes before looking back at Blaine who suddenly has a serious expression on his face.

“Speaking of Christmas…” Blaine starts and Kurt’s eyes widen slightly.

It’s not like he hadn’t been expecting this conversation. They’ve been dating for six months and living together for one. It’s the middle of December. He’s actually surprised the topic of their first Christmas together hadn’t come up sooner.

“Yes.” Kurt says, slowly.

Blaine bites his lip, “I was wondering if you’d...come to my parents place for the holiday.”

Something in Kurt’s chest instinctively tightens. Meeting the parents. For Christmas. It’s a lot.

It’s not like Kurt’s never met a boyfriend’s parents. He’s had two major relationships in his twenty-four years, both lasting two years, and he met the parents both times. It’s just that...the meeting hadn’t gone overly well either time. In fact, the disaster that was meeting Ethan’s parents was what had caused him and Kurt to break up.

It’s not that Kurt doesn’t want to meet Blaine’s parents - he and Blaine are serious enough to warrant a meeting for sure - he had just been hoping to avoid it a little bit longer.

He must not be answering quickly enough because Blaine picks his head up from where it had been resting on Kurt’s chest with a furrowed brow, “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I know it’s a big step.”

Looking into Blaine’s round, large, hazel eyes, Kurt finds his heart melting and he smiles despite his misgivings, “I would love to spend Christmas with your family.” He says and the bright smile Blaine gives him is enough to know he’s made the right decision.

-- -- --

“No, Dad, I already told you. Blaine’s parents live in Westerville. We’ll spend Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with them and then we’ll drive to Lima and spend Christmas afternoon and the twenty-sixth with you and Carole.” Kurt is saying to his dad as he finishes packing his bag.

It’s not the first conversation he’s had with his father about the subject. This won’t be the first Christmas Kurt has had to divide his time, but it’s definitely not the norm, and Burt Hummel is having a difficult time with it.

His father coughs before grumbling, “Couldn’t it be the other way around?”

Kurt sighs and pauses in his packing, “Dad,” He says, “I already told you this, too. Blaine’s parents and brother are flying out to LA on Christmas Day.”

Burt sighs, “I know you told me, I just...want you here.”

Kurt pouts a little, “I know, Dad. But it’s the only way to make it work without Blaine and I spending Christmas apart. And it’s just easier to get both ‘meeting the parent’ moments out of the way.”

Burt huffs, “So now I’m something to be gotten ‘out of the way’?”

Kurt looks up at the ceiling, “Daaaaad.” He all but whines and this time Burt laughs.

“I’m just joking about that last one.” He says and Kurt feels some of the tension leave him, “Promise me you’ll FaceTime me on Christmas Eve at some point?” Burt asks.

Kurt nods, “Of course. Will Finn be around to help you figure out how to work FaceTime?” He asks.

“Hey now…” Burt says in warning and then the father and son are laughing.

“I’d better go, Dad.” Kurt says, “But I’ll see you in a few days.”

-- -- --

Kurt drums his fingers on the window ledge of the car as he looks out at the trees passing them by. They’ve been on the road for a few hours and while Kurt doesn’t necessarily want to speed up the time it takes to get to Blaine’s house and the meeting of his parents, he also wouldn’t mind if this car ride was shorter.

For whatever reason, Blaine has been tense the entire time. He’s kept both of his hands on the wheel, even going so far as to pull his hand back when Kurt had gone to grab it and bring it into his own lap, and he hasn’t said more than a single sentence in the last hour. Kurt has tried to ask if everything is okay but he just gets a nod and tight smile in return.

This can’t be a good start to this whole thing.

He figures Blaine is just nervous as well though, and decides not to push. He hums along with the radio and watches the scenery pass them by.

His phone rings in his pocket at one point and Kurt pulls it out to see his best friend Elliot’s name on the screen. He smiles as he turns the radio down and answers the call.

“Hey! Settling in okay?” He asks. He notices Blaine’s eyes flick from the road over to Kurt briefly before returning to look straight ahead.

“Definitely. Your place is amazing.” Elliot says. Kurt had asked Elliot to house sit while they were gone. It may only be four days, but Kurt wanted someone there in case something went wrong. Elliot would be staying in New York for the holidays and Kurt and Blaine’s apartment is only ten minutes from Elliot’s parents house. It worked perfectly, “But please tell me you changed your sheets before you left.”

Kurt lets out a laugh and lays his head back on the headrest, “Yes, we changed the sheets before we left.” He looks over to see Blaine smirk slightly.

“Excellent.” Elliot says, “So, on a scale of one to ten, how nervous are you right now?”

Kurt sighs and looks over at Blaine again who hasn’t looked away from the road but seems to be even more tense than before, “Like eleven.” Kurt confesses, “But I gotta go, El. We’ll talk soon.”

“Okay, but just do me one favour?” Elliot says.

“What’s that?” Kurt asks.

“Don’t pass up the opportunity to fuck that boy in his Star Wars sheets.”

Kurt can’t help but laugh out loud which draws Blaine’s attention, “Bye Elliot!” Kurt sings into the phone before hanging up on his laughing friend. He smiles down at the phone before turning to find Blaine’s eyes still on him. When their eyes connect, Blaine looks away and back to the road.

Kurt lays his head on the headrest, “Do you...have Star Wars sheets in your childhood bedroom?” He asks.

Blaine’s face scrunches in confusion before he shakes his head, “No. They’re green and burgundy.” He says.

“Damn.” Kurt whispers with a smirk.

“Why?” Blaine asks.

Kurt shakes his head, “Never mind.” Blaine isn’t in the mood for jokes right now Kurt can tell. He sighs and looks out the window, setting himself up for another few hours of silence.

A few moments later, Blaine sighs roughly, “Kurt...I have to tell you something.”

Kurt looks over at him in concern, “What’s up?” He asks.

Blaine presses his lips together and shakes his head before he sighs again, “I figured I should let you know, before we get to my parents place that….they don’t know we’re a couple.”

Kurt’s face pulls together in confusion, “What? They don’t? You haven’t told them we’re together?”

Blaine shakes his head, “No.”

Kurt immediately gets a bad feeling but he pushes it aside. Their romance has been a bit of a whirlwind and Blaine doesn’t really talk to his family so maybe he’s just waiting to tell them when they get there?

“So they’re going to find out we’re a couple when we get there?” Kurt clarifies.

Blaine swallows, “Not...exactly.”

Kurt begins to panic just a little, “Okay...you need to start saying more words.”

Blaine sighs and brings one hand from the wheel to rub his eyes, “I haven’t told my parents we’re together because...I haven’t told my parents I’m gay.”

Kurt feels all the air around him leave the car. He feels a tightness in his chest that makes him want to bring a hand up to massage it away.

He’s about to go into a home where not only does no one know he and Blaine are a couple but where no one knows Blaine is even gay. What in God’s name did he get himself into here?

He tries to tamp down his feeling of panic, considering the look of absolute nausea on Blaine’s face. He loves this man. There has to be a reason.

He swallows and shakes his head to clear it before turning to Blaine, “So...who do they think I am to you?”

Blaine looks over at him and squints, “You don’t want to know why my family doesn’t know I’m gay?”

“Oh, we’ll get to that.” Kurt says and Blaine winces, “But I need time to process what they think I am to you.”

Blaine shrugs, “They think you’re my roommate. That I moved in six months ago to help with the expenses.”

“Moved into my one bedroom apartment?” Kurt asks, incredulously.

Blaine winces again, “They don’t know it’s a one bedroom.”

Kurt sighs, “So, they’re just okay with your gay roommate crashing their Christmas?” Kurt is really getting tired of Blaine’s winces, “What?” He asks, annoyed.

“They...think you’re straight.” Blaine says.

Kurt just stares at him for a moment before huffing and gesturing to himself, “Oh yeah, you know everyone always tells me how much of a straight man I come across as!”

“Kurt, I didn’t know what to do! I was going to tell them before I brought you, but then my dad has this really important investor meeting tomorrow and I didn’t want to rock any boats before that. It’s important.” Blaine argues.

“And I’m not?” Kurt asks, hurt. He’s hurt. That’s the emotion he’s settled on. He’s hurt that Blaine didn’t feel enough about their relationship to tell his parents.

Blaine sighs and suddenly he’s pulling the car over. He puts them in park when he’s reached the shoulder and turns so his hand is resting on Kurt’s headrest and one of his knees is pulled up onto the seat.

“Kurt, you are the most important thing to me.” Blaine says and Kurt can’t deny the sincerity in his eyes, “It’s just, my family is...complicated. I’ve known I was gay since I was fourteen and yet I’ve never felt like I could be open and honest with them. But you...you make me want that. You make me want to tell them everything and to finally come out to them and live as authentically in their presence as I do everywhere else.”

Kurt crosses his arms and pouts but...Blaine’s got a point. It’s not like Blaine’s in the closet. Far from it. Their life in New York is as out as it can be, and for the most part they enjoy the same life any other couple does. There has to be a good reason why Blaine isn’t out to his family and Kurt doesn’t have the right to judge him for that.

He also gets a warm feeling in his stomach at Blaine’s words. Their relationship is making Blaine want to be open with his parents!

Kurt rolls his head on the headrest to look at Blaine, “I understand.” He says and he can see Blaine relax a little in relief, “But,” Kurt starts and Blaine looks back at him, “and not to sound at all like a bad teen movie or like I’m pressuring you at all, when were you planning on telling them?”

Blaine smiles even as he swallows nervously, “Christmas Eve. After my Dad’s dinner.”

Kurt looks at Blaine, the man he’s come to love over the past six months, and smiles, “Okay. I can play your straight roommate for one day.”

Blaine laughs and lets his head drop in seeming relief before smiling up at Kurt, “You are my favourite person.” He says, crossing the divide of the centre console to kiss Kurt.

Kurt kisses him back before pulling back to say, “I expect so much sex to make up for this though.”

Blaine laughs and lets his head drop on Kurt’s shoulder. After a moment, he picks it up to glance at the road around them. He seems to be considering something before he shrugs and smirks at Kurt, “Might as well start now.” He says, reaching for Kurt’s fly and lowering his head.

Kurt thinks about protesting but...they’re on a fairly deserted stretch of highway and, Oh God, Blaine’s mouth is magnificent.

-- -- --

“Blaine!” Mrs. Anderson shrieks as she pulls open the door Kurt and Blaine stand in front of. She’s a small woman, shorter than Blaine, with dark brown hair pulled back into a bun. She’s dressed immaculately for being home at 1 pm and Kurt can respect her for that.

She pulls Blaine into a hug and kisses both of his cheeks before pulling back and turning to Kurt, “You must be Kurt!” She says, reaching her hand out.

Kurt takes it, noting its delicacy, before smiling shyly, “I am. Thank you so much for having me, Mrs. Anderson.”

Mrs. Anderson waves a hand and laughs, “It’s no trouble. We couldn’t very well let you spend Christmas on your own!”

Kurt turns to Blaine, wondering what story Blaine had given his parents that he hadn’t filled Kurt in on. Blaine shrugs and smiles a little. Kurt will have to ask him later. He also notes that unlike his father, who had told all of Kurt’s friends and boyfriends to call him Burt, Mrs. Anderson hadn’t extended the same offer.

“Come in boys! You can get settled into your rooms before your dad gets home from work and Cooper, Amelia, and the kids get in.” Mrs. Anderson says, gesturing them into the house.

The outside of the house is nothing compared to the inside and the outside was quite spectacular. It’s more an estate then a simple house and Kurt had lost his breath for a second at the sheer size of the exterior. Inside, the house is perfectly and elegantly decorated. Kurt takes in the fine fabrics, crystal adornments, and beautiful artwork. It’s a show piece of a house, that’s for sure.

It’s after Kurt’s initial overview of the front rooms he can see that something Mrs. Anderson said catches his attention. Rooms. More than one. He and Blaine won’t be sleeping in the same room. It’s not something that had occurred to him until this moment. Even after Blaine had confessed in the car and then given Kurt the most amazing road head, Kurt had been too floaty to consider that for the next two nights he would be sleeping away from Blaine.

Blaine gives him an apologetic shrug as they are led up the stairs and down the hall. Mrs. Anderson opens a door on the right of the hallway and gestures inside, “Blaine, I washed your sheets so you’re good to go.”

“Thanks Mom.” Blaine says as he, Kurt, and Mrs. Anderson enter the room. It’s not really at all like Kurt had imagined it. It looks less like a teenage boy’s room and more what a design catalogue would tell you a teenage boy’s room should look like. He knows Blaine hasn’t lived in this room for many years, but something tells him not much has changed.

“And Kurt, you’ll be across the hall.” Mrs. Anderson says, gesturing for him to follow.

Kurt does and, indeed, just across the hall from Blaine’s room is a generic guest room. It actually doesn’t look much different from Blaine’s room except it’s lacking in the few personal touches he caught in Blaine’s - no pictures with friends, sports memorabilia, and if Kurt wasn’t mistaken, boxing gloves. The guest room is similar in colour to Blaine’s but it just has a bed, a dresser, and a window seat.

“Looks lovely.” Kurt says with a smile.

Mrs. Anderson smiles and runs a hand along the duvet as Blaine joins them, “Well, I’ll let you boys get settled in and then meet me in the kitchen. I’ve been baking and if you want the chance to decorate anything you might want to do that before Cooper and the kids get here!”

She leaves Kurt and Blaine alone in the guest room and Kurt drops his bag on the bed before turning to Blaine, “We haven’t slept apart in months.” He says.

Blaine puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs, “I know. I’m sorry.”

Kurt puckers his lips in thought, “However...you are just across the hall. I could always,” He starts, sidling up in front of Blaine and grabbing fistfuls of his sweater, “sneak in in the middle of the night.”

Blaine blushes and gulps but is prevented from answering when a loud crash sounds from downstairs followed by a booming voice, “I’m home!”

Blaine looks over his shoulder, “That would be my brother.” He says.

Kurt nods, dropping his hands and stepping back, “Well, then, let’s go say hello.”

-- -- --

Cooper Anderson, as Kurt is discovering after one afternoon in his presence, is just as handsome as his brother but so much more egotistical. Kurt hasn’t been able to finish a sentence while they decorate cookies without Cooper interrupting and providing a personal anecdote.

Blaine spends most of the afternoon rolling his eyes at his brother’s shenanigans while simultaneously playing footsies with Kurt under the table.

Cooper’s kids seem sweet enough. He’s got a five-year-old son named Dylan and an eight-year-old daughter named Ella. They laugh at Kurt’s jokes and politely ask for icing or candies to put on their cookies. Kurt counts those as wins. Cooper’s wife, Amelia, is quiet but pleasant.

Overall, it’s not a horribly spent afternoon.

Kurt does have to stop himself from reaching over for Blaine’s hand, or pressing a kiss to Blaine’s temple when he passes him something though. All the little things that have become commonplace in their interactions are now things he has to stop himself from doing. He’s never had to think this hard about how he interacts with Blaine, or anyone for that matter.

Blaine’s father comes home around 6 pm and their interaction is brief, void of emotion, but not hostile.

“Blaine, glad you’re home.” Mr. Anderson says, patting his son on the back after hugging Cooper, the kids, and Amelia.

Blaine nods, “Good to be home, Dad.” He says before gesturing to Kurt, “Dad, meet Kurt. My...roommate. Kurt, this is my dad, Bill Anderson.” Kurt is sure he’s the only one who catches the hesitation before ‘roommate’.

Mr. Anderson smiles benignly and reaches a hand forward, “Good to meet you, Kurt.” He says.

Kurt smiles, “Thank you for having me, Mr. Anderson.”

Mr. Anderson nods and then he’s gone. To his office Blaine informs Kurt. Kurt is fine with that. He felt a little as if he had just met a politician - all show but no substance.

Dinner that evening is a quiet affair. They order pizza which bemuses Kurt considering the posh surroundings he finds himself in, but he’s glad for the more relaxed meal.

When it’s time to get ready for bed, he and Blaine stand at the sinks in one of the upstairs washrooms brushing their teeth.

“So, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Blaine asks after he spits.

Kurt finishes a swipe of his toothbrush and spits himself before wiping his mouth with a towel and smiling, “Your family is really nice.” He says.

Blaine shrugs, “I mean, I know Cooper is a bit self-centred but he means well for the most part.”

Kurt nods as he inspects his skin in the mirror, “I can see that.”

Blaine sighs and places both hands on the vanity, “Why do I feel like we’re fighting?”

Kurt’s eyes widen and he turns to look at Blaine in alarm, “We’re fighting?” He asks.

Blaine’s eyes widen incredulously, “All day, since I told you about my family not knowing, I feel like you’ve been distant with me. And I thought you were okay with everything but now I’m not sure and just...tell me if we’re fighting.”

Kurt’s brow pinches, “I’ve been distant?” He asks and Blaine nods, “Well, of course I have! If I’m not distant then I kiss you randomly in the middle of cookie decorating, or drag you onto the first horizontal surface when you start playing footsies with me. I am fighting my every instinct right now so...yeah, maybe I seem a little distant. But I’m not mad at you. I’m trying to follow your wishes.”

Blaine looks at Kurt through the mirror with a pout on his face before he sighs and turns to pull Kurt to him. He buries his face in Kurt’s chest and wraps his arms around his waist. Kurt sighs and wraps his own arms around Blaine’s neck.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…” He pauses.

“Nervous?” Kurt asks.

Blaine nods into his chest before pulling back to look at him, “You make me want to be brave, Kurt. You make me want them to know about me. About us. But I’m also scared shitless of how they’re going to react.”

Kurt runs his fingers along Blaine’s hairline before smiling softly, “Can you do me a favour?” He asks.

Blaine nods, “Anything.”

“Don’t...tell them for me.” Blaine’s brow furrows in confusion and Kurt goes on, “Tell them because you want them to know you better. Don’t tell them because you want to prove something to me, or because you think I want you to. Do I love the fact that we’re both basically in the closet this weekend? Absolutely not.” Blaine blushes, “But,” Kurt continues, “Coming out shouldn’t be something you do on anyone’s timeline but your own, or for anyone else but yourself. I’ll still be here. Our life in New York will still be there.”

Blaine is nodding and Kurt can see tears forming in his eyes, “I love you so much.” Blaine whispers.

Kurt smiles, “I love you, too.” He says softly, “Now, let’s go to bed. Because the sooner everyone else is asleep the sooner I can sneak into your room.”

Blaine’s laugh makes Kurt’s heart feel lighter.

-- -- --

“Wait, you’re telling me Blaine’s still in the closet?” Elliot asks later that night. Kurt lies in the comfortable enough but nothing like his and Blaine’s own bed with his phone to his ear. He’s waiting for an appropriate time to sneak across the hall. He figures sometimes around 1 am should be sufficient.

Kurt sighs, “With his family, yeah.” He says, “He’s scared how they will react.”

“So, who do they think you are?” Elliot asks.

“His straight roommate.” Kurt whispers.

There’s silence on the other end of the line before Elliot coughs, “His family has met gay people before, right? Because, I love you honey, but passing...you are not.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, “They’ve known a gay person for twenty-four years and had no idea. I don’t think their gaydar is functioning properly. And I resent the insinuation that I can’t pass!”

Elliot chuckles, “I’m not saying you’re inability to pass is a bad thing! I admire you! I just can’t imagine how repressed these people are to look at you and think ‘Yes, I can believe this man has vaginal intercourse on the regular.’”

Kurt grimaces at the turn of phrase.

“You just grimaced at my use of the words ‘vaginal intercourse’, didn’t you?” Elliot says, knowingly.

Kurt sighs, “He’s just not ready to come out to his family.”

“I’m sorry, Kurt, but that’s a giant red flag.” Elliot says, but before Kurt can argue Elliot continues, “Look, I know coming out is a person’s own journey, but for him to be out in every other way other than his family? Something weird has to be going on. Do you really want to be in the middle of all that drama?”

It’s not like Kurt hasn’t thought of that. No matter the reason, Blaine’s family finding out he’s gay after all these years is bound to cause some drama. Does Kurt really want to be in the middle of it when it happens?

“I love him, Elliot.” Kurt answers and to him, that’s all the answer he needs to give, “And besides,” Kurt says with a shrug, “it’s kind of fun ‘sneaking’ around. There’s a delicious, albeit frustrating, tension.”

Elliot hums, “Well, you know there is nothing more erotic than concealing your authentic selves.”

“Elliot…” Kurt grumbles.

“All right, all right. That’s my last comment for the night. You know I always support you, right?” Elliot asks.

Kurt smiles, “I do. And that’s why I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Elliot says, “And your apartment. Have I mentioned how much I love your apartment?”

Kurt laughs, “Once or twice.” He glances at the clock, “Oooh! I should go. Blaine’s family should be asleep by now. I’m going to go get lucky.”

Elliot chuckles, “Enjoy!”

After Kurt hangs up, he sits on the bed without moving, listening intently to the sounds of the house around him. All is quiet so he very quietly gets out of bed and tip toes across the hall. He can honestly say this is the first time he’s had to sneak into a boyfriend’s bedroom. He figured at twenty-four the chance for that experience had passed him by. Obviously he’d been mistaken.

He eases Blaine’s door open and peaks inside. For all he knows, Blaine’s asleep himself.

He’s not though and Kurt smiles as he sees Blaine sitting up against the headboard of his childhood bed. His feet shuffle happily beneath the sheets when he sees Kurt and with the almost innocent smile on his face, Kurt has a flash of what it may have been like to know Blaine when they were sixteen and doing this exact same thing back then.

“You came!” Blaine enthuses quietly.

Kurt chuckles as he eases into the room and closes the door behind him, “You are too adorable.”

Blaine shrugs a coy shoulder and looks up at Kurt through his lashes, “Adorable or sexy?”

Kurt smirks, “Adorable.” He says, “But that doesn’t mean I’m not also going to come over there and devour you.”

Blaine’s mouth pouts around a smile, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Nothing, Kurt thinks. I’m waiting for nothing.

He stalks to the bed and crawls up to kiss Blaine. Blaine sucks in a breath and cups his hands under Kurt’s jaw as he kisses back. It’s heated from the very start and Kurt’s hands smooth down Blaine’s sides as he straddles Blaine’s legs.

“I have been wanting to do that all day.” Kurt says when they pull back.

Blaine smirks, “I’m pretty sure even if my family knew about me, and us, you wouldn’t have been able to do THAT in front of them.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, “Can we not talk about your family when I’m trying to turn you on?”

Blaine sits up slightly and brings his mouth close to Kurt’s. He doesn’t kiss him but lets warm air puff across his lips, “You don’t have to try. I’ve been turned on all day.”

Kurt groans and presses their lips together while simultaneously grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Their lips barely disengage during the act and even more impressively they somehow find their way to a horizontal position without stopping the kiss either.

Kurt lines up their hips and presses down slightly into the hardening flesh he feels below him. Blaine lets out a stuttering moan before bracing his feet flat on the bed and returning the thrust.

Kurt hasn’t engaged in clothed frottage since college, and the dirty innocence of the act causes a shiver to run up his spine in the most delicious way. Everything about Blaine turns him on.

He’s just considering how best to get Blaine naked without stopping the delicious grind when somehow, over the noise of their breath, he hears a tap at the door.

He sits up like a shot and his eyes widen down at Blaine. Blaine for his part, pushes up onto his elbows with a disgruntled look on his face.

“Why’d you…” Kurt shushes him with a finger to his mouth and jerks a thumb over his shoulder to the door.

There’s another tap on the door and this time Blaine’s eyes widen.

“Blaine?” It’s Blaine’s father. Coming to his door at 1 a.m. and Kurt is currently straddling his son. His straight son for all Mr. Anderson knows.

Kurt and Blaine stare at each other, both trying to figure out what to do. Kurt’s not sure if Mr. Anderson will just walk in if Blaine doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t want to take the chance.

He quickly gets up from the bed and looks around the room. He notices Blaine’s closet and without thinking much he quietly makes his way over and into the smaller enclosure.

In the next moment, Kurt hears Blaine’s door open and thank God he’d thought to hide. He wishes he could see what is happening, but instead he sits on the ground, pulls his knees up to his chest, leans his cheek on his knee and listens.

“Hey, I was hoping you’d still be up.” Mr. Anderson says.

Blaine coughs and Kurt can hear the shuffling of sheets, “Yeah. Couldn’t sleep.” Blaine answers. Kurt can hear a breathy quality to his voice that he hopes Mr. Anderson doesn’t.

“Oh, well, I was just finishing up some work in the office and thought I’d see if you were awake because I wanted to run something by you.” Mr. Anderson says.

“Oh. Sure.” Blaine says.

Mr. Anderson sighs, “You know how important tomorrow’s dinner is to my work, right?” Kurt assumes Blaine just nods because Mr. Anderson continues, “I need these investors and nothing can go wrong.”

“I get that.” Blaine answers and Kurt can hear a bit of confusion in his voice.

“Merrick Clark, one of the investors tomorrow, has a daughter about your age.” Mr. Anderson says and Kurt’s stomach instantly drops to the floor. Certainly Mr. Anderson isn’t about to propose what Kurt thinks he’s about to propose, “She’s just recently out of a very bad relationship and when her dad heard that you’d be home for Christmas…”

“Dad, I don’t think…” Blaine starts but Mr. Anderson cuts him off.

“I need to keep these people happy, Blaine. And I would really appreciate it if you could do your part.” Mr. Anderson says sternly.

Kurt’s heart breaks in the silence that follows. His mind is screaming for Blaine to just tell his father the truth. Tell him that he can’t date this random girl because he doesn’t like girls in that way and that he’s in love with the boy that’s across the hall (or so Mr. Anderson thinks). But this isn’t a movie, despite the comical timing of Mr. Anderson’s entrance tonight, so Kurt’s heart breaks a little more when Blaine answers.

“Yeah. Sure. Of course, Dad.” He says.

“Fantastic.” Mr. Anderson says and then there is silence for a moment before Mr. Anderson says something else, but this time his voice is further away, as if he’s at the door, “Good night, Blaine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Night Dad.” Blaine whispers and then Kurt hears the door to Blaine’s room open and close.

He stays in his place in the closet (the irony of his position not lost on him) for a moment. He tells himself he’s waiting until Blaine’s father is officially out of hearing distance but really his brain is trying to process the last few minutes. Somehow, not only does he have to be in the metaphorical closet for the next day, he has to watch his boyfriend play nice with the investor’s daughter. He feels sick to his stomach.

Soft light floods the closet as the door opens and Kurt looks up to see Blaine looking down at him and for as nauseous as Kurt feels, Blaine LOOKS even more sick.

“Kurt…” He says in a pained whisper.

Kurt reaches for one of Blaine’s hands and pulls the smaller man down to him. Blaine crumples to the floor to sit between Kurt’s legs and lean against his chest, his breathing erratic and he’s trembling slightly.

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” Kurt soothes, rubbing Blaine’s back.

Blaine shakes his head against Kurt’s chest and Kurt understands - it’s not okay. None of this is okay.

-- -- --

“So, let me get this straight.” Elliot says the next day over the phone. Kurt’s outside, sitting on one of the Anderson’s outdoor couches. He’s wrapped up in his coat and shivering but he didn’t want to have this conversation where he could be overheard, “Oh, sorry, should I not use the word ‘straight’?” Elliot asks.

Kurt huffs and rolls his eyes, “Be serious, please.” He says.

Elliot sighs, “I’m just saying, you have moved from having to play the straight roommate for two days to having to play that role while your boyfriend is set up on a date with a woman!” Kurt sighs as well, he’s aware of the situation, “You know what I’m going to say. I would have been out after the first injustice, but now?”

Kurt huffs again and watches as his breath puffs out in front of him, “Elliot, are you done shaming me now? Can we move onto the actual advice-giving?”

“I’m not shaming you,” Elliot defends, “I just think the choice you’re making is dumb and you should feel bad about it and yourself.”

“Elliot!” Kurt exclaims as his friend laughs.

“Sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood.” Elliot says but when he speaks again he sounds serious, “Look, I love you, Kurt. And a big, very big, part of me just wants to tell you to get out of there. Is a six month relationship with a guy really worth all this?” Kurt goes to answer but Elliot continues before he can, “But I know what you’re going to say and so my advice to you is to just ride it out. Blaine said he’s going to tell his father after the dinner? Give him that chance. If he doesn’t, then you can reevaluate.”

Kurt nods, “You’re right.” He says.

“I usually am.” Elliot jokes and this time Kurt chuckles at the joke, “Now I’m going to go and sit on your extremely comfortable couch and watch a movie before going to my parents where their couches are decidedly less comfy.”

“Enjoy.” Kurt says, echoing Elliot from the night before and he hangs up. He sighs as he lets his phone drop into his lap. He knows Elliot has a point. Six months is not that long a time and Blaine has given him enough red flags just in the last day to make staying with him questionable but...there is just something that Kurt can’t walk away from.

“Hey.” Kurt jumps slightly and turns to find Blaine walking toward him. He’s all bundled up in his winter wear and Kurt’s not sure how long he’s been outside but Blaine’s nose and cheeks are adorably pink from the cold. Kurt’s breath catches at the sight.

“Hey.” Kurt says as Blaine comes to sit next to him on the couch.

“You okay?” Blaine asks.

They haven’t really talked all morning. Kurt had stayed in Blaine’s room last night, getting up to go back to his own around 5 am, but it had not been the sexy romp he’d been hoping for. They’d snuggled and slept. Very little had even been said after exiting Blaine’s closet and Blaine had been busy all morning helping his mom with the evening’s meal.

Kurt nods and then shrugs, “Yeah. I guess.”

Blaine sighs and reaches for Kurt’s gloved hands in his own. Kurt allows him to pull his hand into his lap and Blaine plays with his fingers as he talks, “You know that...no matter what happens tonight, it doesn’t change how I feel about you, right?”

Kurt swallows. He wants to believe that so badly. Instead of answering verbally, he nods.

Blaine gives a small smile, “This dinner is really important to my dad.” He continues. Kurt is pretty sure he’s heard that sentence more than ‘I love you’ from Blaine over the past day. He holds back the urge to roll his eyes and stays quiet as Blaine continues, “I know it’s not how you would want to spend Christmas Eve but I promise, once we get through the meal I’ll...I’ll tell my parents.”

Kurt sighs, “Is it okay if I ask now why you haven’t told them in ten years?”

Blaine’s eyes widen but he nods, “Of course. You have a right to know.” Kurt’s not sure that’s true but he appreciates that Blaine is willing to tell him. Blaine shrugs and looks out over the backyard, “It’s not an overly complicated story though. My parents have always made their views on gay people very clear. They don’t hate them, but would almost rather pretend like they don’t exist. They’re deeply Republican and are very into appearances. A gay son doesn’t really fit into the world they’ve created for themselves. I was terrified of the way they would react and didn’t want anything to jeopardize the relationship we had.”

“What about Cooper?” Kurt whispers.

Blaine shrugs again, “Cooper is just too much of a wild card. We’re eight years apart in age. We’ve never been overly close but we struck up a sort of tentative relationship after I turned sixteen. I know Cooper has no problem with gay people, I just don’t know where his allegiances would lie if my parents reacted poorly. I didn’t want whatever relationship we have to disappear if he chooses my parents over me.”

Kurt’s heart breaks once again for the man in front of him. At the moment, Blaine looks like a frightened little boy, and in a lot of ways he is. He has come a long way to accept himself but when it comes to his family he might as well be that fourteen year old boy discovering his sexuality for the first time.

Kurt squeezes Blaine’s fingers, “No matter how they react, I’ll be here.” He whispers.

Blaine looks up at Kurt with wide wet eyes and takes a deep breath. He doesn’t say ‘I love you’ but Kurt can see it and feel it when Blaine brings his lips to Kurt’s in a kiss. Is it the smartest thing to kiss in the backyard? Probably not, but Kurt isn’t going to turn Blaine away especially when he can feel Blaine relax the more they kiss.

-- -- --

“Okay, you’re going to have to change.” Kurt turns from where he’s inspecting his outfit in the full length mirror in the guest room to find Blaine standing in the doorway to the room. His boyfriend leans back to check both ways down the hallway before continuing, “Because if you don’t change I’m going to spend the whole night fighting an erection and the urge to drag you into a closet.”

Kurt smirks, turning back to the mirror and straightening his tie, “And how would we explain that to your family. Just bros helping bros?”

Blaine chuckles as he walks into the room and closes the door behind him. He walks up behind Kurt and wraps his arms around Kurt’s waist before hooking his chin on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt smirks again because he knows the position means that Blaine is standing at least partially on his tip toes.

“You’re picking up on my ‘fratty talk’.” Blaine whispers into his ear and Kurt groans as he laughs. Blaine is the one who tends to pull out phrases that only a frat boy would say. No wonder his parents believe he’s straight. Kurt immediately banishes the negative thought, though, as Blaine begins to kiss along his neck. He leans his head away to give him more room, “I’m rubbing off on you.”

Another laugh is punched out of Kurt’s lungs as Blaine’s phrase is simultaneously accompanied by Blaine rubbing his hardening cock against Kurt’s ass. Blaine bites his neck softly, “Don’t laugh when I’m trying to seduce you.” He says.

Kurt groans as Blaine’s hand moves down to cup him through his pants. They don’t have the time, or the privacy, for this at the moment. Kurt’s look took him nearly an hour and if Blaine’s going to mess it up by having sex then he’ll be late to the dinner. While not an overly horrible thing in Kurt’s mind, any excuse to miss his boyfriend playing nice with a woman his parents are trying to set him up with, he knows how rude it would look.

“We don’t have time.” Kurt whispers, “This look took me an hour.”

Blaine sighs and Kurt shivers at the feeling of his breath across his neck before the shorter man drops down from his toes and backs away, “You’re right. I would hate to mess up perfection for a quick orgasm.” Blaine agrees, “And besides, soon enough we’ll have the time to take things slow.”

He’s referring to when they leave Blaine’s parents house tomorrow morning. Kurt mentally scrolls through what they have to get through in order to make it to that, and his brain hurts to do so.

He turns to take Blaine in properly and smiles, “Gorgeous.” He says.

Blaine strikes a mini pose that causes Kurt to laugh, “Why, thank you, kind sir.” Blaine says before offering his arm, “Shall we?”

Kurt takes in a deep breath and then takes Blaine’s offered arm. They only hold on until they get to the door and then separate once Blaine opens it. Kurt has no idea what this dinner will hold, but he knows the sooner it starts the sooner it will be over for better or worse.

-- -- --

“Ah and here he is now!” Kurt and Blaine hear as they make their way into the Anderson’s living room. It’s Mr. Anderson that speaks and he gestures Blaine forward into the mini circle he and two other people have made. Kurt threads his fingers together in front of him and waits a little further back.

“Merrick, I’d like you to meet my youngest, Blaine.” Mr. Anderson says, speaking to an older gentleman to his left, “Blaine this is Merrick Clark. He owns one of the most successful real estate companies in the midwest.”

Blaine smiles and extends a hand, “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Clark.”

Merrick Clark lets out a booming laugh and grasps Blaine’s hand in a mighty shake, “Please, son, call me Merrick!”

Kurt tenses at ‘son’ even though he intellectually knows that’s how a lot of older men address younger men. Blaine nods as his hand is released. Kurt wonders if anyone else notices how uncomfortable Blaine is at the moment or if it’s only Kurt.

“And this,” Mr. Anderson says gesturing to the woman beside Merrick, “is Tamara Clark. Merrick’s lovely daughter.”

Tamara is objectively beautiful but Kurt is immediately put off by how fake she seems. Everything about her - from her face, to her hair, to even her breasts - screams FAKE! to Kurt and the smile she gives Blaine is one of the most predatory looks Kurt has ever seen.

She extends a hand in the way some women do when they don’t seem to know how to shake hands or want to touch you as little as possible and all Blaine can do is grasp her fingers and shake them awkwardly, “Bill, you didn’t tell me your son was so gorgeous!” Tamara enthuses and Kurt immediately hates her voice. Like nails on a chalkboard.

Blaine blushes at the compliment and Kurt knows that blush. He’s made Blaine blush that way, a lot. His hackles rise to think of this fake woman eliciting that reaction from HIS boyfriend.

Blaine coughs as if he, too, realizes what his reaction was before he turns and smiles at Kurt, “I’d like you to meet my roommate, Kurt.”

Kurt bristles at ‘roommate’ but is pleased that Blaine wants to introduce him. All eyes swing to him and Mr. Anderson coughs, “Ah, yes. Kurt. Blaine’s friend who is here for the holidays.”

Kurt just barely catches himself before he glares. With that one sentence, Mr. Anderson has made his feelings toward Kurt very clear and they aren’t favourable. Considering he and Kurt have exchanged all of ten words since they’ve met, and Mr. Anderson knows next to nothing about him, Kurt finds this disdain strange. Though he guesses he’s done the same thing with Tamara, but it’s not like Kurt’s trying to sleep with Mrs. Anderson.

“Nice to meet you.” Kurt says with a small wave.

There’s a beat of silence before Merrick nods, “Right. Well, Bill why don’t we leave these two to chat?” He says, gesturing to Blaine and Tamara.

Mr. Anderson nods, “Of course. Why don’t we go talk a little shop before dinner?”

The pair leaves the living room which leaves just Kurt, Blaine, Tamara. Kurt’s not sure where Tamara’s mother or Cooper and his family are but he suddenly feels like a giant third wheel.

He shifts in the silence and when he looks at Tamara she is glaring daggers at him. Kurt lifts an eyebrow. So this is how it’s going to be?

“Blaine,” Tamara says, “Can you show me where the little girl’s room is?”

Blaine nods and gestures down the hall, “It’s just down the hall…” He starts but Tamara interrupts him by laying a hand on his arm. Kurt’s eyes zero in on the contact. So do Blaine’s.

“I’d really rather if you’d show me.” She says with a coy smile.

Blaine coughs, lets his eyes dart to Kurt, before he nods, “Sure. I’ll...be right back, Kurt.”

As they leave, Tamara threads her arm through Blaine’s just like Kurt had done upstairs. Kurt sighs. It’s going to be a long night.

-- -- --

“So Kirk!” Merrick booms a half hour later as everyone sits at the dinner table. Merrick isn’t that far down the table from Kurt but his voice cuts through every conversation and suddenly all eyes are on Kurt.

“Kurt.” Kurt corrects with a patient smile.

Merrick nods and takes a drink of his wine, “Right. Kurt. I knew that.” He says, “So, what brings you to your roommates house for Christmas?”

Kurt shifts in his chair and tries to avoid looking across the table at Blaine. He’s actually tried to look at Blaine as little as possible since he and Tamara had left him in the living room earlier. He feels like there are too many landmines there considering the situation, and he also has no interest in watching a woman, who seems not at all shy with physical touch, be around his boyfriend.

“Um my dad is working tonight so Blaine offered to have me spend Christmas Eve with him. I’ll be driving home tomorrow afternoon to see my family.” Kurt answers. Burt Hummel is definitely not working tonight but no other untrue story could explain his presence here tonight.

Merrick nods again, “Very kind of him.” Kurt nods and dares a quick smile in Blaine’s direction. He wishes he hadn’t when he sees Tamara’s hand on Blaine’s shoulder. Is she cutting her turkey with one hand?

“No girlfriend to spend the holidays with?” Clara Clark asks from beside her husband. She was introduced to Kurt drunk and hasn’t stopped drinking since.

Kurt presses his lips together in a pained smile and shakes his head.

“No?” Merrick booms, “Why not? A youngu, virile looking young man like yourself? No woman to speak of?”

Kurt’s not sure where to start. Why is this man commenting on his apparent virility and why is him not having a girlfriend such a travesty to a man he just met?

Before Kurt can answer though, a tiny voice pipes up from down the table, “Kurt and Uncle Blaine kiss each other.”

The entire table becomes so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Kurt feels his stomach sink as he looks down to find little five-year-old Dylan Anderson happily eating his mashed potatoes, seemingly unaware of the bomb he just dropped. All eyes swing from Dylan to Kurt and Blaine, and now Kurt has a very, very small window to figure out how to react to this.

His body reacts for him and suddenly he’s laughing. All eyes swivel to him as he laughs in his chair, and he has the forethought to keep from breaking into hysterical laughter because he’s already probably coming across as not very mentally stable.

“Dylan.” Mr. Anderson finally says as Kurt’s laughter calms, “Why would you say that? You know, it’s not good to spread lies.”

Dylan shrugs as he picks up some cranberry sauce on his fork, “I saw them outside.” He says, still unaware of how his words are affecting the table.

With this new information, Kurt finally looks across the table at Blaine. His boyfriend is staring at his plate like it holds the answers to the universe and is as still as a statue. Tamara still has a hand on his shoulder and she’s staring at Kurt with a quirked eyebrow.

“Blaine,” Mr. Anderson says, once again breaking the silence, “Is this true?”

Kurt watches as Blaine begins to shake and Kurt holds his breath as he waits for the answer. He hates that this is the way Blaine has to come out to his family, feels sick to his stomach about it actually, but a small part of him is relieved.

Blaine swallows down at his plate before picking his head up, catching Kurt’s eyes for a brief moment before turning to his father. He laughs, the sounds almost robotic to Kurt’s ears, “Of course not.” He says.

For the second time, Kurt feels his stomach drop but this time his heart goes with it. What…?

Tamara laughs beside Blaine, “Maybe Dylan saw Kirk outside with one of his boy toys. Because if he’s straight? Then I’m Kim Kardashian.”

Kurt feels his ears go hot as the entire table turns to look at him. Everyone except Blaine, who’s head whips in Tamara’s direction. Tamara for her part just smirks with a shrug.

Before Kurt can comprehend what his mind and body are doing, he’s on his feet. His chair scrapes against the floor in the silence and he stands frozen for a moment, staring at Blaine and Tamara across the table.

He points across the table at the bottle blonde, “You’re right. I am gay. And proud of it. I wouldn’t want to be anything else. But I’m sure you’re happy I’m not straight because then you’d have to explain why your flat ass is no match for Kim’s beautiful butt.”

Tamara’s mouth opens as if she’s offended but Kurt pays her no more attention as he turns to look at Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, “Thank you for having me last night but I think we can all agree that I’ll see myself out now.”

He doesn’t wait for them to answer, but does spare one more look at Blaine’s conflicted face before he stalks out of the room and up the stairs.

As he packs he keeps expecting, or rather hoping, that Blaine will come upstairs and beg him to stay. That he’ll apologize for denying them as a couple and say to hell with his family and that Kurt is more important.

That doesn’t happen though, not that Kurt actually expected it to, and ten minutes after leaving the dining room Kurt is packed and down the stairs. He can hear voices from the dining room but keeps going out the door and to the car he and Blaine rented. He’s not sure what Blaine is going to do for a ride the next day, but at the moment he doesn’t care. He just needs to get out of here before he starts crying.

He almost succeeds.

He’s at the bottom of the driveway before the first tears fall and he’s on the highway before he’s full on sobbing.

-- -- --

Kurt wakes up slowly the next morning. He blinks his swollen eyes into the early morning sunlight streaming in through the window and has a moment of confusion. Where is he?

He hears pots clanging somewhere in the house and when his eyes finally adjust he sees the familiar surroundings of his bedroom at his Dad’s house. Oh right, he’s with his family. And his eyes are swollen because he spent the entire drive here crying and then proceeded to cry himself to sleep after crying on his dad’s shoulder for a few hours.

He’s not sure what time it is, but he knows he hasn’t gotten enough sleep. That being said, the comforting presence of his father is too much to ignore so he slowly rises into a sitting position before pushing to stand and shuffle out of the room.

When he gets to the kitchen he finds his dad and his wife, Carole, moving around the room with practiced ease, while Finn, Kurt’s step brother, sits at the kitchen table, most likely after being told to stay out of the way. Kurt smiles at the scene as much as he can before his Dad notices him in the doorway.

“Hey bud.” Burt sighs as he leans back against the counter.

“Wow, Kurt, you must be feeling bad.” Finn pipes in, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so...messy.”

Kurt rolls his eyes at Finn’s bluntness but it’s Carole who answers, “Finn!” She admonishes her son, “Maybe go take a shower before breakfast and presents.”

Finn, who looks confused why he’s being sent away, does so without comment, leaving just Kurt, Burt, and Carole in the kitchen.

“I’m,” Carole starts, handing the spatula in her hand to Burt, “going to check on the presents.” She says and then she, too, is gone.

“Subtle.” Kurt sighs as he lowers himself into a chair.

Burt chuckles softly, “They’re worried about you.”

Kurt quirks an eyebrow, “Even Finn?”

Burt inclines his head, “In his own way, yes.” Kurt ‘aha’s sarcastically but he does, in fact, believe that both Carole and Finn care about him and are worried about him. He may not have felt that way when they entered the Hummel family eight years ago after it just being Kurt and Burt for years after Kurt’s mom had died, but every year the ‘step’ gets less and less important.

“How ya doing?” Burt asks, flipping a pancake before taking the pan off the heat and lowering himself into a chair next to Kurt.

Kurt shrugs, “Like I did a lot of drinking last night...after getting my heart broken.”

Burt pouts slightly before sighing, “I can’t believe that’s how it all went down yesterday.”

Kurt nods, “Me either. But it did. Now it’s just me having to get over it.”

Burt tilts his head, “What are you going to do about the fact that you share an apartment with this man?”

Kurt sighs and shrugs again, “I don’t know. That’s a New York Kurt problem. Lima Kurt just wants to eat carbs, open presents with his family, and forget yesterday even happened.”

Burt nods just as there is a knock on the front door. Father and son turn toward the sound in confusion. Who would be coming to call at 6 am on Christmas morning?

“Kurt?” Carole calls from the front hallway where she had presumably answered the door.

Kurt’s brow furrows as he looks at his dad. The older man just shrugs and gestures toward the door. Kurt shrugs and gets up to see who it could possibly be.

He rounds the corner into the front hall and stops short.

It’s Blaine.

Blaine is standing on his front doorstep, winter hat being wrung between his gloved fingers and biting his lip with a guilty look on his face. Kurt hates how adorable he looks.

Carole is standing at the door with a look of worry on her face. She seems conflicted.

“It’s...okay, Carole.” Kurt says and the older woman nods before making her way past Kurt. She reaches a hand out to squeeze his arm as she passes.

When it’s just Kurt and Blaine, they stand in silence for a long time. Kurt doesn’t even invite the other man in. He just stares as Blaine shifts back and forth on his feet.

“Why are you here?” Kurt finally asks.

Blaine jolts like he hadn’t realized Kurt was still there or he’d been so lost in his own head that he hadn’t anticipated Kurt speaking first. He looks up at Kurt with wide eyes before looking back down at the carpet at his feet.

“I told them.” He whispers.

There’s silence again as Kurt processes this information. Eventually, he slowly reaches to grab his jacket off the hook and puts it on. He heads to the door and steps out, causing Blaine to take a step back, and closes the door behind him so the pair is now standing on the porch.

He gestures to the porch swing and he and Blaine sit next to each other.

“I’m listening.” Kurt says, softly. He’ll give Blaine that much. He’ll listen.

Blaine sighs roughly, “As soon as you left I wanted to go after you. But I knew that would just make things worse. I needed to deal with things with my family before I could come to you. Hell, as soon as those words were out of my mouth I wanted them back.”

Kurt knows what words Blaine is talking about. He’s heard ‘Of course not’ repeated in his head over and over since they left Blaine’s mouth.

Blaine shakes his head, “And I wanted to slap Tamara for what she said but,” and at this Blaine smirks a little, “you kind of verbally slapped her for me.”

Kurt feels the corner of his mouth twitch upward but he’s still too wary to really find humour or compliment in Blaine’s words.

“After you left, my dad started making this big speech about how wrong it was to have a gay person try to hide who they were and ‘sneak’ into his house. How he felt violated.” Kurt’s stomach starts to turn sour. Blaine huffs and his breath comes out in a puff of steam, “And he’s going on and on about how you deceived me and the family and I just kept getting angrier and angrier until eventually I just exploded.

“I told him that if he felt deceived by the two days he didn’t know about you then he was in for a doozy because I’ve been ‘deceiving’ him for ten years. That shut him up real quick.” Blaine laughs humourlessly, “And everyone just stared at me. I told them that I was gay and in love with an amazing man and that if they couldn’t handle that then they needed to check their priorities.”

Blaine falls silent and Kurt’s eyes widen expectantly, “And?” He asks breathlessly.

Blaine sighs and looks out across the front lawn, “And then my dad told me that if that’s the way I felt I could get the hell out of his house.”

Kurt gulps.

Blaine is quiet as he looks out over the lawn before he turns to Kurt, “And you know how I feel now?” Kurt shakes his head and slowly a smile blooms on Blaine’s face, “I feel relief. I am so relieved to no longer have this hanging over my head. In the end, I couldn’t care less about how they reacted, I just needed to say it.”

Kurt gives a small smile, “Well, then I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.” Blaine breathes and then he shifts and Kurt thinks it looks like he goes to reach for Kurt’s hand but then at the last moment thinks better of it and retracts his hands into his own lap again, “Look, I know just because I came out to them doesn’t erase the fact that I forced you into a closet and then lied about you point blank. I get that.” He nods, almost resignedly, “But,” He says, looking up at Kurt with wide eyes, “I love you so much, Kurt. And if you can somehow find a way to forgive me, I promise that I will NEVER do anything like that again. You weren’t the reason I decided to come out to my family but your love made me feel like I’d have a soft place to land no matter what.” He grimaces, “And I fucked that up.”

Kurt is quiet as he looks at the man in front of him. He’s only known Blaine for six months but from the very beginning it’s felt like he’s known Blaine his entire life. They zinged in a way he never has with anyone else. They’re love was real and deep and something worth fighting for.

Is.

Is something worth fighting for.

Kurt reaches across the divide and grabs Blaine’s hand. Blaine inhales sharply and he looks down at their hands and then up at Kurt. Kurt smiles and squeezes the hand in his own.

“It’s still a soft place to land.” He whispers and Blaine all but melts against him. Blaine’s lips are on his and Kurt’s still warm enough from the house to get a small jolt from the coldness of Blaine’s lips. He silently vows to keep kissing until their lips are the same temperature.

“Woooohoooo!”

The exclamation makes the pair pull apart much too soon for Kurt’s liking and he turns toward the sound in alarm.

Standing beside a blue SUV on the street is none other than Cooper Anderson. He’s got his arms in the air and a bright smile on his face.

Kurt laughs in disbelief as he turns to Blaine who is smiling sheepishly, “What…?” Kurt trails off.

Blaine’s smile grows, “Turns out when push comes to shove...Cooper’s allegiance is to me.” He says it with a little bit of disbelief and Kurt can see his eyes twinkle with the beginning of tears.

“I told you he’d forgive you!” Cooper exclaims, loud enough for the whole street to hear and then he bends to high-five a bouncing Dylan who Kurt just realizes is next to him.

Kurt and Blaine laugh, “Coop! You’ll wake the neighbours!” Blaine admonishes.

Cooper shrugs, “Well, I haven’t heard Kurt extend an invite for Christmas morning breakfast yet!”

Kurt laughs as he tugs Blaine up to stand with him and gestures Cooper and Dylan forward, “My dad and stepmom are making pancakes. Would you like to join us?”

He directs his question to all three Anderson’s as Cooper and Dylan comes closer but he’s only got eyes for Blaine.

Cooper and Dylan slide past them and he enters the house without further comment but Kurt and Blaine hear him bellow, “Good morning Kurt’s family! I’m Cooper, Blaine’s brother. This is my son, Dylan. And we were told there were pancakes!”

Kurt and Blaine laugh again as they hold hands facing each other on the porch, “I guess we should go explain.” Kurt says, tilting his head toward the door.

“One more kiss.” Blaine says and Kurt smiles as he indulges him. He bends down and presses his lips to Blaine for a moment before pulling back.

“We can kiss inside where it’s warm, too.” Kurt says.

Blaine smiles, “Yeah, but if we do it inside Cooper will make inappropriately lewd comments.”

Kurt smirks, “Actually, my step brother Finn probably will, too.”

“They’ll probably get along famously.” Blaine comments.

“Probably.” Kurt whispers before kissing Blaine one more time, “Merry Christmas, Blaine.”

“Merry Christmas, Kurt.” Blaine whispers before the pair link fingers and enter the house together.

#klaine #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #my loves #my stuff #season of happiness

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03. Apache - Craig Smith (Maitreya Kali) - Color Fantasy - 3.50

Craig Vincent Smith (April 25, 1945 – March 16, 2012) was an American musician, songwriter and actor. He began his career in the 1960s playing pop and Folk music, and appearing on The Andy Williams Show. Smith wrote several songs that were recorded by successful artists of the time including Glen Campbell, The Monkees, and Andy Williams. After experimenting with drugs while travelling on the hippie trail, he suffered mental health problems which worsened over time. He released two solo albums, Apache and Inca, in the early 1970s under the names Maitreya Kali and Satya Sai Maitreya Kali. After spending nearly three years in prison for assaulting his mother, he spent the majority of the next 35 years homeless.

Early and personal life. Smith was born in Los Angeles, the son of Charles "Chuck" Smith and Marguerite "Carole" Smith (née Lundquist). His father was a descendant of gospel songwriter Charles H. Gabriel. His mother was of Swedish and German descent. Smith had two older brothers and one younger sister. Chuck Smith had worked as a manager at the Jade Room, a nightclub owned by Larry Potter, and was known by the stage name Chuck Barclay. After World War Two he worked as a welder and a salesman. Chuck died in 1978, aged 64, from a stroke, and Carole died in 1998, aged 82, from pulmonary disease.

Smith attended Grant High School, becoming class president and being on the school gymnastics team. He graduated in June 1963, and turned down a number of offers from colleges in order to pursue a career in the entertainment industry.

Career 1963–1966: the Good Time Singers. In August 1963 Smith was recruited by Michael Storm and Tom Drake (who had performed together as the Other Singers) to join the Good Time Singers, a band formed to replace the New Christy Minstrels on The Andy Williams Show. From December 1963 to January 1964 Smith and Storm also performed shows with Gordon and Sheila MacRae, supported by their daughters Heather and Meredith. The Good Time Singers released their debut self-titled album in January 1964, and their second album One Step More in October 1964. In between the albums they had embarked on a 17-city tour. Around this time Smith began songwriting, and he wrote a song called "Christmas Holiday", which was recorded by Andy Williams for his 1965 album Merry Christmas. As the Good Times Singers' was ending, Smith and fellow bandmember Lee Montgomery intended to form a new duo called Craig & Lee, but Smith had to pull out after successfully auditioning for a new ABC television show, called The Happeners. Smith had previously unsuccessfully auditioned for The Monkees. The pilot for The Happeners was filmed in November 1965. The Good Times Singers' contract for The Andy Williams Show was not renewed past 1966.

1966–1967: The Happeners and Chris & Craig. After a successful audition process, Smith won the role of Alan Howard on The Happeners. The show was to be directed by David Greene, and was a mix of acting and singing, set in New York and based on the fictional eponymous folk trio. However, ABC declined to pick up the show following the pilot episode. Smith and his The Happeners co-star Chris Ducey decided to form a musical duo called Chris & Craig. They moved into an apartment together and began writing songs. They signed to Capitol Records, recording a number of demos throughout the summer of 1966. Their first single, "Isha", was written by Ducey b/w "I Need You" written by Smith, and was produced by Steve Douglas utilizing session musicians Hal Blaine and Carol Kaye of The Wrecking Crew. It was released in July 1966. Another single, "I Cant't Go On" (written by Ducey), was produced with the same line up. Originally an acoustic duo utitilizing session musicians, during their later 1966 sessions they began experimenting with a full band, and in November 1966 they played a show supporting the Mothers of Invention with such a full band, with Smith and Ducey playing electric guitars. Throughout late 1966 and early 1967 the duo continued to write and record more songs, but they were never released by the label. In 1967 Smith befriended Gábor Szabó and the Beach Boys, unsuccessfully offering to write songs for the latter. In early 1967 Chris & Craig began playing with a permanent backing band. Through their friendship with Michael Nesmith of the Monkees, they hired Jerry Perenchio as their manager. They changed their name to the Penny Arcade, shortly becoming the Penny Arkade for trademark reasons.

1967–1968: the Penny Arkade. Nesmith began producing Smith and Ducey, initially pairing them with John London (bass) and Johnny Raines (drums). They were eventually replaced by Donald F. Glut on bass (who had appeared in an earlier incarnation of the band) and Bobby Donaho on drums. While the band worked on their own material, Smith continued to write songs, including "Salesman" for the Monkees, and "Hands of the Clock" and "Lazy Sunny Day" for Heather MacRae. Smith was also credited as co-producer for the songs, alongside Bob Thiele. He also wrote "Holly" for Williams. Nesmith took the band into a studio to record their album. One of the songs written at this time by Smith was "Country Girl", which was later recorded and released by Glen Campbell for his Try a Little Kindness album. The album never materialised, but some of the songs were collected and released as Not the Freeze in 2004. After a bad review of one of their live shows, the band decided to concentrate on writing and recording songs. In early 1968 they unsuccessfully auditioned for the role of house band on the TV show Peyton Place. In February 1968 Smith and his father went into business together, running a bar called the Buckeye Inn. In late 1968 Smith was associating with the Manson Family, and exploring an interest in Eastern philosophy, particularly Transcendental Meditation. Smith eventually left the Penny Arkade and decided to go travelling. The band continued without Smith until 1969, renamed as the Armadillo and with Bob Arthur as a replacement guitarist.

1968: travelling to Asia. After previously smoking small amounts of marijuana with friends, Smith began experimenting with LSD in 1968. During his travels Smith took LSD on a "regular" basis, and he smoked "copious amounts of hashish" while in Afghanistan. Smith decided to travel to India alone, with just a guitar and a backpack. He set off to join the hippie trail, arriving in Turkey in October 1968, possibly via Austria and Greece. Smith met fellow Western travellers (an Irishman and two American women) in Istanbul, and they set off together in a VW van, intending to drive to Delhi. After the van broke down, they hitched a ride in a lorry transporting olive oil, before taking a bus to Iran. They passed through Afghanistan, with Smith deciding to leave his companions for a few days in Kandahar while they travelled on to Kabul. Smith never joined them in Kabul; when his companions returned to Kandahar a few months later, they heard rumours that he had "gone crazy", running through the market with a knife threatening people, and then disappeared. It later became apparent that after threatening a market vendor, Smith had been beaten close to death and robbed, and possibly kidnapped and raped. Smith possibly spent some time in an Afghan insane asylum, where he is thought to have developed acute schizophrenia. It is not known if Smith ever reached India, although he and his travelogue claims he did visit India and reconnected with the Maharishi and went to Nepal.

1969–1970: return to United States and travelling to South America. Smith returned to the United States in late 1968 or early 1969, initially living back with his parents. He was possibly institutionalized and medicated for a short period. By this stage he was using the name "Maitreya Kali", which he intended to become his legal name, although this didn't happen until 1971. He continued to receive royalty checks from his historical songwriting for Williams and Campbell, amongst others. After his girlfriend left him, Smith decided to travel to South America, spending time in Peru, Ecuador, Bolivia, Argentina, and the Galapagos Islands of Chile. Returning from South America, Smith reunited with his girlfriend, and they became engaged. When the engagement ended, Smith ripped up the wedding dress his fiancée had chosen. Following another brief re-connection, the relationship ended for good when Smith violently threatened one of her male friends.

1970–1971: deterioration in mental health. Smith claimed to have mystical powers, and thought he was a messiah. He prophesied that he would be "King of the World" by 2000. He claimed to be a reincarnation of Jesus, Buddha, and Hitler. As his erratic and bizarre behavior became more pronounced, such as claiming voices were telling him to kill people, his friends started to ignore him. One friend eventually had to obtain a restraining order against Smith. His appearance became more and more unkempt, with long hair and a wild beard. At one point, he shaved his head and beard off, and dressed in robes, his appearance comparable to a Buddhist monk, although his hair and beard would later grow back. He visited Heather and Sheila MacRae in Miami, and was asked to leave by Sheila's new husband after he woke up to find Smith standing over their bed with a knife. Heather saw him again in Los Angeles in 1972, when he "looked really scary [...] just totally looked insane, and would say weird things."

1971–1972: Apache and Inca. Smith wrote two solo albums Apache and Inca in 1971, which were self-released in 1972. In the liner notes to both albums, Smith claims to have played every instrument. The liner notes as a whole have been described as "bizarre [and] rambling", and display his belief system. Apache was released on his own 'Akashic Records', and features three songs from the Penny Arkade recording sessions. Inca was released a few months after Apache, in the summer of 1972, not as a standalone album but as a double gatefold with Apache on his new 'United Kingdom of America Records' label. Like Apache, Inca also features songs from the Penny Arkade recording sessions. The albums were mainly distributed to Smith's friends or sold on the street.

1973–1976: prison. After the albums were released, Smith sold his car with the intention of going to Ethiopia. His mental health problems continued, such as suggesting to a friend that they fight to the death using samurai swords. He also had a small black spider tattooed in the middle of his forehead in 1972 or 1973. On April 22, 1973, Smith attacked his mother at the family home. An attempted murder charge was not established, and following a psychiatric examination, he pleaded 'no contest' to a charge of assault. He was sentenced in November 1973 to six months to life, the maximum sentence for the offence, and the Judge suggested intense medical and psychiatric treatment. He began his sentence at the California Institution for Men, before transferring to the Deuel Vocational Institution in December 1973. He transferred again, to the California Men's Colony, in February 1974. He was granted parole at the fourth attempt, and was released from prison in June 1976.

1977–2012: later years and death. Suzannah Jordan, the third member of The Happeners trio, ran into Smith in LA in 1977; he was homeless but did not display any mental health issues. He drifted in and out of mental hospitals until the mid-1980s when funding was cut, and would then spend the next years homeless. He also had various run-ins with the law. In 1981 or 1982 he saw another old friend and told her he had been recording music. He has been indeed recording music, according to Mike Stax, as late as the late 1990s, which includes the 1994 song "Waves", which was released on the 2018 CD version of the album Love is Our Existence. By the early 2000s his "ramblings" had moved from Eastern philosophy/his Maitreya Kali persona to aliens. Smith died on March 16, 2012. His family declined to collect his ashes, and they were eventually collected by journalist Mike Stax.

★ Apache (Released under the name Satya Sai Maitreya Kali) (Akashic Records, 1971)

01. Ice and Snow 03:25 02. Black Swan 02:50 03. Color Fantasy 03:51 04. Voodoo Spell 02:01 05. Salesman 02:55 06. Music Box 02:55 07. Love Is Our Existence 02:30 08. One Last Farewell 02:35 09. I'm Walkin' Solo 02:28 10. Silk and Ivory 03:05 11. Swim 02:43 12. Revelation 03:12

★ Inca (Released under the name Satya Sai Maitreya Kali) (United Kingdom of America Records, 1972)

01. Lights of Dawn 02:56 02. Thesis 02:46 03. Knot the Freize 12:31 04. Jesus Owns 01:32 05. Sam Pan Boat 03:18 06. Fearless Men 03:38 07. Cheryl 03:05 08. Country Girl 02:51 09. Old Man 03:47 10. King 00:08

#Apache #Craigh Smith #Maitreya Kali #Color Fantasy #03:50

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Even Better than the Real Thing (2/15)

Summary: College AU/Famous!Blaine and Fanboy!Kurt - Kurt POV

Kurt really doesn’t have time to figure out the dating world between being a freshman at prestigious theatre school, LAADA, and his active but secret blogging life in the Sing!Fandom. So what if Sing! ended last year? There are still fics to read and actors to follow. Especially the uber talented heartthrob lead, Blaine Anderson. He can act. He can sing. He can even dance. He’s gay. He’s out. And he’s only 24. Kurt is willing to twiddle his thumbs and click refresh until Blaine Anderson’s next project.

He just didn’t expect the next project to be on his roommate Rachel’s new TV show.

Part 1

Even Better Than the Real Thing (2/15)

Kurt drums his fingers nervously on his keyboard, idly refreshing and scrolling his tumblr dashboard. He has some major info. He wants to share it. But that would be wrong.

To post or not to post? On the one hand, it is top secret intel, on the other hand, Blaine is about to start filming on a set where paps are always nearby - it couldn’t be that long until the official announcement. But on the other other hand, Rachel would kill him if she found out. But on the other other other hand, he would be a fandom hero.

Kurt devises a plan that he thinks is low risk and ethical enough to keep him out of trouble while still reaping the benefits of his golden egg.

LimaBlaineFan: I have a source. I trust them. Under the cut for the goods:

Blaine Anderson is about to be on a TV show. A significant supporting role. He will start filming soon.

Kurt reads over his three sentences at least five times, making sure he is not giving away anything that could go viral beyond the fandom but will whet the many hungry palates of his friends. He’s not a troll, that much people know about him. And as soon as the news is public, they’ll have confirmation that his “source” is legit.

It takes five hours for him to gain another 300 followers but luckily it seems to taper off there. Blaine Anderson isn’t that famous yet and his rabid online fanbase still appears to have a ceiling. He turns off permission for anonymous messages after the twelfth “lol you wish” and “Sorry but why should we believe you?”, but not before reassuring the anonymous sender that they absolutely should not believe him. Just wait.

A few minutes later, the red flag comes up on his dashboard, again indicating that he has yet another new message.

MercedesSing! asks: So why should I believe you?

Mercedes is his fandom friend turned sort of real life confidante. Sort of because he hasn’t actually met her in real life - She lives in New York, he lived in Ohio, and now LA, but they talk and text about more than just Sing! She gave Kurt pointers to perfect his LAADA audition, watching him perform countless times over FaceTime. He knows she’s aiming for leads on Broadway, while biding her time studying music at Columbia. They share stories of surviving racism and homophobia in high school, leaving them each with a thick skin as an an armour. She even knows that despite Kurt’s cool confidence on the outside of the thick skin, that somewhere buried underneath he’s still a romantic who would love to actually find someone worth his time. Both of them are too fabulous to settle for just anything or anyone. That much they agree on. And in the meantime, they can swoon over the silly romances in coming of age TV shows.

He sends her back a private message. I can’t say more right now but believe me, I’m not making this up. Blaine Anderson is about to be on our TV screens again.

...

Kurt paces his apartment on Tuesday evening, just waiting for Rachel to get home. He cleans all the dishes, sweeps the floors, wipes the counters, then sweeps the floors again. In addition to Tuesday being the day of Kurt’s music theory test, it was also Rachel’s first day of filming episode three. Even if Kurt had forgotten (which he hadn’t), he would have been reminded by Rachel’s overwrought complaining that morning that Patti and Barbra would only start filming on Thursday, with the next two days reserved for a scene with that Blaine guy - Colin Red is so taken with Rachel’s star vocals that he accidentally kisses her - forgetting about his strained relationship with his popular girlfriend. Sounds like a tough day.

Rachel finally comes home at 9 o’clock. She’s clearly tired, flopping down on the couch and opening a Cosmo magazine. Kurt, of course, had planned for this scenario, and hands Rachel a warm water with lemon and a homemade chocolate chip cookie.

“Meyer lemon?” Rachel glances at the tea cup.

“Of course.”

“You know me so well.” Rachel scooches up to Kurt on the couch and squeezes his side.

“So how was it?” Kurt asks casually.

“Long,” Rachel sighs, re-opening the magazine. Kurt waits. “Blaine Anderson is nice, though.”

“He is?” Kurt tries to sound disinterested.

Rachel looks up at him skeptically over her magazine. “Did you know he’s gay?” Kurt nods as she adds, “He’s a good kisser, though.”

“Though,” Kurt repeats. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He’s heard from reliable sources that some gay men are indeed good kissers. Not that he would personally know.

“Oh shut up. You know what I mean.”

“I guess he’s just a good actor.”

“Touché. Anyways, there’s a cocktails evening for the full cast this Thursday, after Patti and Barbra’s first day, and I definitely need you with me. I know these schmoozing evenings can’t compete with another evening on your laptop but-”

“You want me to come with you?”

“Yeah, as my plus one. I need you to make sure that I don’t make a complete fool of myself in front of my idols. Who else would I trust?” That’s true. “And besides, it’s a great career opportunity for you. A musical theatre student meeting Patti Lupone. You should pay me.”

Kurt rolls his eyes but obliges as nonchalantly as possible. “Okay, I’ll come.” He would never give up a useful career opportunity.

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Casablanca (1942); AFI #3

I am very proud to present the next film on the AFI list, Casablanca (1942). It is truly one of the best examples of fine film from Hollywood's Golden Age. I was surprised to find out that the film only received 3 Oscars and none for the acting. Lead actress Ingrid Bergman was actually nominated for another film that she had made that year (For Whom the Bell Tolls), but it is was highway robbery to think that Humphrey Bogart did not get a Best Actor award for this film. On the bright side, the 3 Oscars were for Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Screenplay. But maybe it really isn’t a good idea to try and compare older films, but instead recognize a masterpiece for what it is. I would love to continue complimenting the movie, but first let me relay the story to you. Oh yeah. One other thing as well:

MAJOR SPOILER ALERT!!! WE GOT ONE OF THE GREATEST MOVIES OF ALL TIME HERE!!! GO AND WATCH IT!!! DON’T LET ME SPOIL IT FOR YOU!!! SERIOUSLY!!!

The film starts out with stock footage and a map showing the plight of many Europeans and how they were being herded to Casablanca and looking for a way out to Lisbon and eventually to America. It is December 1941 and it is the height of the exodus in an attempt to escape Nazi invasion of France and any French colonies. In Casablanca, Morocco, there is an expatriate American that owns a bar in the city that serves both refugees and locals, French and German soldiers. Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart) is the American and he is known for taking no sides and only looking out for his own best interest.

It is stated on the radio that two German couriers have been killed for their letters of transit and that people in Casablanca will pay top dollar (and by that I mean anything and everything) to get those papers so that they can leave the country. A conniving thief named Ugarte (played by the great Peter Lorre) entrusts Rick to hold on to the letters. Rick allows the local corrupt police captain Louis Renault (Claude Rains) to arrest the thief and Ugarte dies in jail before revealing who has the papers. Things are getting a little hot and Rick is considering leaving the country so he is very happy to have the letters. It would take a lot for him to even consider selling the letters...that is until...

The reason that Rick is so cold and cynical walks in the door and asks the piano player to play “As Time Goes By” and it becomes apparent that this women has hurt Rick and is his kryptonite. A flashback shows that the two had met and fallen in love in Paris. When the city was raided and Rick and Ilsa were supposed to leave together on a train, he only found a letter that said she could never see him again. Even worse, it turns out that the woman, Ilsa Lund (Ingrid Bergman), is with her husband, the notorious Czech Resistance leader Victor Laszlo (Paul Henreid) who is attempting to escape to Lisbon. A German major name Strasser has also arrived in Casablanca to make sure that Laszlo does not leave and ideally can be arrested or killed without making him into a martyr.

To really exemplify how bad the situation has gotten, a couple of very short side stories show a young wife that is willing to sleep with the French captain in order to get a plane ticket for herself and her husband. At the bar, a proud French woman is drinking with a German soldier because she feels that some promiscuities might keep her safe and even get her out of Africa. Rick allows the young husband to cheat at roulette so that the wife can keep her honor and the two will have enough money to purchase a passport. Famously, the German that the promiscuous French woman is drinking with starts singing Die Wacht am Rhein and Laszlo asks the band to play La Marseillaise to drown out the German singing. Rick gives the OK, and the band plays the French nationalist song and causes a patriotic fervor, including the French woman who leaves her German partner and sings along with tears in her eyes. The German captain does not like this and tells Renault to close down the club, which he does.

Ilsa and Laszlo hear that Rick has the letters and she goes to try and get them. Rick does not want to give them up and she actually threatens to shoot him. She cannot follow through and she admits that she is still in love with Rick. It turns out that she was married before she met Rick and was under the impression that Laszlo had been killed when she was with Rick in Paris. She suddenly disappeared because she found out that he husband was alive and telling anyone where she was going would be a risk to both her and Rick. The bar owner finally melts off that icy crust. He is willing to give a letter to Laszlo and have Ilsa stay. However, Laszlo has been at a meeting that was broken up and he wants Rick to go with Ilsa to Lisbon to make sure she is safe.

Renault tries to arrest Laszlo on some fake charge that will only hold him the night, but Rick promises to set him up for a more serious crime. Rick pretends to turn on Laszlo, but he actually has used the time to arrange for Laszlo to leave on a plane that night. The German commander is informed and races over to the airport to stop everything and Renault is being held at gunpoint by Rick until Ilsa and Laszlo can leave. A final showdown occurs at the airport hanger where Rick is holding the two officers at bay while Laszlo and Ilsa leave. She is hesitant and that is when we get the famous “maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow” speech. It is beautiful and poignant, making for maybe the best couple of sentences of dialogue in American cinema. Strasser tries to warn the tower but Rick shoots and kills him. The French Captain tells his men to round up the usual subjects, not revealing who actually killed the German officer. Rick and the French captain walk away discussing what they will do next, ending the film with the famous line, “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

I am so happy to have watched this film again because it puts me in a great mood every time that I see it. Not surprisingly, the AFI has a strong affinity for this film and gave it accolades whenever possible. The film was #37 on the top 100 thrills, #1 on the top 100 passions, #4 greatest film hero for Rick Blaine, #2 song for “As Time Goes By,” 6 different lines on the top 100 movie quotes, and #32 on the top 100 cheer films. I have to be a little careful when I watch this films because it has a carryover effect and can make the films I see immediately before and after seem like garbage. Speaking of which...

I was surprised watching All the President’s Men with how close to the actual event that the movie was produced, yet Casablanca did it even closer in time and did a much better job. There are stories of soldiers that joined the military after the bombing of Pearl Harbor and saw the film before leaving to take part in Project Torch, which was the Allied mission to retake North Africa including Casablanca. The IMDB trivia mentions that some of the actors that played the extra Nazi officers were German Jews that escaped to America. The actress that played the French woman who was cavorting with the German officers is shown crying during the famous French National Anthem scene...that wasn’t scripted. She was a French citizen who had family fighting against the Germans back home and she was upset. The German singing was supposed to be a Nazi rally song, but the film producers could not acquire the rights without having to deal directly with Nazi representatives and possibly pay royalties to the group. That sure as hell wasn’t happening so they picked a royalty free German song.

There were a lot of Americans in the US at the time that did not think that the Nazis were all that bad and were more focused on the clear and present danger of Japan. There were many people that were confused why the US was fighting in Africa when Pearl Harbor was attacked by Japan. At some level, this film served as a form of propaganda to help drum up support for the war in Europe and Africa. It worked well. The beginning intro to the film that explained the volatile situation in North Africa was news to many moviegoers at the time (it kind of was for me as well).

I have spent the week praising this film, but I do have to point out a couple of egregious flaws with the special effects. There is a scene of Rick and Ilsa back in Paris and, since the country was occupied, there was no way lo film on location or even get any up-to-date establishing shots. Therefore, all they had was old background roll for driving and at a café, so that is what they two characters did in France: took a terrible looking car ride and sat at a café. It looks pretty terrible, but luckily it does not last and accounts for a very short portion of the film. They also couldn’t get permission to fly planes so low over Hollywood lots so they just paper used cutouts layered over the film to show the planes taking off and landing at the airstrip in Casablanca. It is blatant, but the movie is so old and is otherwise so perfect that it is more charming to me than anything else.

So does this movie belong on the AFI top 100 as #3? Sure does. This is one of the quintessential American movies that should be seen. There was some discussion amongst my group of whether the film was too high because of films like Gone With the Wind and The Wizard of Oz being lower, but there was no argument that it is Top 5 as far as greatest American films. Do I recommend it? Of course! It is a time capsule of the 40s, it is an excellent story, it has quotes that are excepted as part of American English vernacular, and it stars two of the biggest actors in all of Hollywood cinema history. Please go and watch it. And tell me what you thought, because I have not had anybody who was sorry that they took the time for a viewing. You will thank me later.

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Klaine one-shot “Settled” (Rated NC17)

Summary:

When Kurt commands Blaine to hand him his underwear at the dinner table of a fancy restaurant, Blaine has five minutes to figure out how. ... Time's up, and things don't look good for him. (1829 words)

Notes: A follow-up to 'Unsettling'. Dom!Kurt, sub!Blaine.

Part 70 of Taking a Journey Together

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“So, pet,” Kurt says, drumming his fingers impatiently on the table, “I asked you for your underwear five minutes ago. Where are they?”

“Uh … I’m working on it, Sir. I just need … one more minute or two …”

“You get fifteen seconds, pet. After that …” Kurt leans forward, smiling like the devil “… I’m coming over there and taking them myself.”

Blaine’s breathing catches in his throat. Kurt coming to claim his underwear? He doesn’t doubt that that’s exactly what his Master will do, but it seems to go against some very important things that Kurt stands for. He doesn’t take kink into public spaces in ways anyone would notice. No one participates if they don’t consent. He doesn’t force kink on people. That’s one of Kurt’s staunchest rules. So he has to have some idea of how to get Blaine out of his underwear without anyone around them noticing.

And if his Master has a way, then so should Blaine.

But he doesn’t.

Blaine has been wracking his brain for every second of those five minutes trying to come up with a method of removing his underwear at the table like his Master commanded, but he doesn’t have a single clue. And that wicked smile winding like a watch spring around Kurt’s cheeks isn’t helping him any. Blaine knows that for every second he doesn’t comply, he’s accumulating points in Kurt’s mental vault, which will probably be exchanged for lashes with Kurt’s cane, minutes Blaine will have to kneel on rice …

… or jalapeno peppers that Blaine will have to eat.

Blaine has been terrified of breaking eye contact with his Master for this entire exercise, hoping something in Kurt’s face will inspire an idea. Or maybe his look of desperation will cause Kurt to take pity on him and he’ll give him a hint. When that doesn’t work, Blaine takes a chance and shifts his gaze for a second, scanning the table for anything that could help him.

There’s nothing really: both their plates, their glasses, the bread basket still full of bread, the butter dish …

His eyes finally land on one thing that might be of use. It could be off limits for being too obvious, but he’s run out of options and time. He has to go for broke – reach for it and see if Kurt will allow it.

Blaine’s hand creeps across the table, his fingers making their way to the one thing he hopes will help. From the look on Kurt’s face, Blaine knows he’s figured it out. Blaine pauses, waits for Kurt to stop him, tell him that it’s the easy way out, but he doesn’t. He watches Blaine grab the steak knife, pull it back towards him, and carefully slip it underneath the table.

Kurt raises a brow as Blaine’s gaze returns to his Master’s face, locked there obediently until he’s instructed otherwise. Beneath the table, Blaine feels around with his fingers - lowering the zip to his slacks, pulling loose the tails of his shirt, then locating the hip of his underwear. He says a tiny thank you to the universe that he chose bikini briefs and not boxer briefs, or else this would be an impossible chore. Praying the knife is as sharp as it looks, Blaine starts slicing through the cotton, trying not to appear conspicuous to the diners around him as he does. But regardless of any looks that might get thrown his way, he keeps his eyes on Kurt’s face and the blank look of amusement that has settled there as he waits patiently for Blaine to complete, or fail, this task.

The knife turns out to be (blessedly) sharp, but the briefs don’t go down without a fight, especially when Blaine reaches the waistband, which is thicker than the rest of the garment by far. Maintaining constant pressure, he saws through it, missing nicking his skin by fractions of an inch. The second side goes quicker after that, after he has angle, speed, and pressure figured out. With that part done, he returns the knife to the table, bits of red fabric stuck to the serrated blade the only evidence of what he has done. With a nonchalance he’s fighting hard to hold on to, he lifts his rear a few inches off the chair he’s sitting on and tugs. It takes some finessing to accomplish without shoving his hand down the front of his pants or standing up completely, but after some shimmying side to side, he finally manages it, the relief of sliding them out the back of his pants washing through him in one barely audible sigh. He swallows hard as he sits back down, the seat of his slacks cold against his bare bottom. He balls the underwear in his right hand until they can’t be seen, then reaches out his closed fist to Kurt.

“Here you are, Master,” Blaine says evenly. “I hope this is an acceptable solution.”

Kurt takes Blaine’s underwear, worrying them in his hand with a look on his face so inscrutable, it sends chills up and down Blaine’s spine. Did he do it right? Did he succeed? He had to have. He did what his Master asked, in essence. Kurt doesn’t set Blaine up to fail, but maybe there was another way, something Blaine didn’t think of. Maybe he could have taken his underwear off without destroying them.

Blaine isn’t a physics major or anything, but he can’t possibly imagine how.

Kurt lifts the fabric to his nose and breathes in, his eyes darkening in the dim light of the restaurant. Blaine’s heart thuds madly in his chest, racing to heart attack inducing speeds when Kurt utters the words:

“You. With me. Now.”

Kurt pushes his chair out a foot, stands, and walks off in one fluid motion, leaving Blaine scrambling to keep up considering he has to tuck in his shirt and do up his fly first. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God! he thinks as he catches up with his Master, heading towards what looks like coat check, oblivious to what Kurt has cooking in his head.

Kurt walks past the coat check, past the bathrooms, and out through a service door, unalarmed regardless of a large red sign to the contrary. They walk down a flight of stairs and through another unalarmed door, ending up in an empty hallway flanked by several unmarked doors. Kurt goes to one, puts his hand on the knob, and opens it to Blaine’s awe because how in the hell does Kurt know where he’s going!?

He feels there’s a story there somewhere, but now’s not the time to delve into it.

Without a word, or a glance to make sure no one sees them, he grabs Blaine’s elbow and shoves him inside. It’s a small, dark space, made smaller and darker when the door shuts and Kurt locks it. Blaine braces himself, for what, he doesn’t know. A slap in the face? A shove to his knees? A flurry of commands? A lecture on respecting his clothes? Handcuffs? It could be anything. But Blaine discovers he isn’t anxious from not knowing.

He’s excited to find out.

Kurt grabs his sub’s shirt and drags him to him, even though Blaine can’t see two inches in front of his face. Kurt kisses him, his hands finding the buttons of his shirt and undoing them one by one down to his slacks. Blaine has no idea where they’ve ended up. Is this a bathroom? A closet? Who knows!? What does it matter? Kurt wants him – wants him so badly that he’s found a dark corner in the unimportant somewhere and pinned Blaine to it.

Buttons undone. Zip pulled down. But before Blaine can anticipate what might happen next, Kurt spins him around, yanks out his plug, and plunges his fingers inside him. Caught off guard, Blaine squeaks, and Kurt stuffs his ruined underwear in his mouth to shut him up.

Kurt’s fingers are ruthless - thrusting, scissoring, one more added, then another till Kurt has four in. It’s too much too quick, but of course it is, because Kurt himself is too much. And he knows Blaine, inside and out. He knows where to touch him, how to get to him. Kurt hits his prostate immediately, over and over, intentionally milking him. Blaine cums quickly, his whole body surrendering to tremors that nearly bring him to his knees, but Kurt doesn’t stop, replacing his fingers with his cock and pounding inside him, stroking his spent but still hard cock until Blaine is ready to crawl out of his skin.

Blaine stays still, stays standing and takes. That’s his place, his purpose in this scene, and he doesn’t want it to end. This control over his body, Kurt pushing his boundaries to points unknown, is part of the thrill of being Kurt’s pet. Of belonging to him. Kurt drives blunt nails into Blaine’s sides and Blaine bites the cotton in his mouth, holding back groans that sting his throat like fire. Kurt grunts into his neck, the only acknowledgement Blaine has that his Master is enjoying him, in that hungry way that signifies not only the hold Kurt has over Blaine, but the hold Blaine has over Kurt. Blaine knows this scene will end sooner than later because they’re still in public, violating some mysterious room in this restaurant that someone might need to use eventually. But Kurt has yet to say a word. He hasn’t told Blaine anything, hasn’t called him a good boy, hasn’t scolded him for what he did.

Hasn’t told him how he’s expected to reciprocate … or when.

This is raw ownership at its finest, and Kurt is well within his rights to keep Blaine in the dark, so to speak.

October starts the following week – or for Kurt and Blaine’s purposes, Locktober. That means a full month of chastity. And as much as Blaine enjoys being locked in a cage, as a self-described cock slut, he’s definitely going to miss this. He craves these assaults on his ass, Kurt holding him tight and using him like a mindless rag doll, devoid of emotion, without want or need, with little purpose other than to be a hole for his Master’s pleasure.

But being denied has its pleasures, too. Being edged to the verge of tears with no relief in sight carries its own catharsis. It helps him focus on his responsibilities as Kurt’s pet, to realign himself with his instinct to serve by removing completion from the equation.

He’s an object to serve his Master in the capacity Kurt needs.

Here and now, his job is to accept what he’s given, and to carry it with him until he’s given permission to release.

Blaine pinches his eyes shut to absorb it all in, write it in his memory, and store it away, hoping Kurt lasts longer than he did.

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Ginger Baker dead: Cream drummer dies, aged 80

Ginger Baker, the legendary drummer and co-founder of rock band Cream, has died at the age of 80.

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Baker had suffered from a number of health issues in recent years. He underwent open heart surgery in 2016 and was forced to cancel a tour with his band Air Force after being diagnosed with “serious heart problems”.

The drummer, who is widely considered to be one of the most innovative and influential drummers in rock music, co-founded Cream in 1966 with Eric Clapton and Jack Bruce. The band released three albums before splitting in 1968, after which he formed the short-lived band Blind Faith with Clapton, Steve Winwood and Ric Grech. A fourth Cream album was released after the band disbanded.

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Doris Day became Hollywood’s biggest female star by the early 1960s starring in Calamity Jane, Pillow Talk and Caprice to name a few. Day died on 15 May after a serious bout of pneumonia.

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Andrew Hall died on 20 May, 2019 after a short illness, according to his management group. The actor was best known for playing Russell Parkinson in the BBC show Butterflies and Marc Selby in Coronation Street. He had also recently appeared as The Gentleman in Syfy’s Blood Drive.

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Carmine Cardini, who was most famous for playing two different roles in the Godfather franchise, died on 28 May, 2019 at Cedars Sinai Hospital, aged 85. He played Carmine Rosato in The Godfather Part II (1974) before returning to the franchise in 1990 as Albert Volpe in The Godfather Part III.

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41/61 Leon Redbone

Leon Redbone died on 30 May, 2019, aged 69. The singer-songwriter, who was noticed by Bob Dylan in the Seventies and was an early guest on Saturday Night Live, released more than 15 albums over the course of four decades.

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42/61 Cameron Boyce

Disney Channel star Cameron Boyce died in his sleep on 6 July, aged 20. His family later confirmed the actor, who appeared in Jessie and descendants, had epilepsy.

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43/61 Rip Torn

Rip Torn, the film, TV and theatre actor, died on 9 July, 2019, aged 88. His career spanned seven decades.

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Michael Sleggs, who appeared as Slugs in hit BBC Three sitcom This Country, died from heart failure on 9 July, 2019, aged 33.

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Dutch actor Rutger Hauer famously played replicant Roy Batty in Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner. As Batty, he delivered the iconic “tears in the rain” monologue. Hauer died on 19 July, 2019 aged 75.

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46/61 Paula Williamson

Actor Paula Williamson, who starred in Coronation Street and married criminal Charles Bronson, was found dead on 29 July, 2019.

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47/61 David Berman

David Berman, frontman of Silver Jews and Purple Mountains, died by suicide on 7 August, 2019, aged 52.

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48/61 Peter Fonda

Peter Fonda died of respiratory failure due to lung cancer on 16 August, 2019. aged 79, his family said. He was the co-writer and star of counterculture classic Easy Rider (1969).

49/61 Ben Unwin

Home and Away star Ben Unwin was found dead aged 41 on 14 August, according to New South Wales Police. He starred as ‘bad boy’ Jesse McGregor on the popular Australian soap between 1996-2000, and then 2002-2005 before switching to a career in law

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50/61 Franco Columbu

Italian bodybuilder, who appeared in The Terminator, The Running Man and Conan the Barbarian, died on 30 August, 2019, aged 78. The former Mr Olympia enjoyed a successful career as a boxer and was best friends with Arnold Schwarzenegger.

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51/61 Kylie Rae Harris

The country singer died in a car crash on 4 September, 2019, at the age of 30. Harris, of Wylie, Texas, she was scheduled to perform at a music festival in New Mexico the next day.

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52/61 LaShawn Daniels

Songwriter and producer LaShawn Daniels died 4 September aged 41. He was best known for his collaborations with producer Darkchild, and had songwriting credits on a number of pop and R&B classics by artists including Beyonce, Destiny’s Child, Janet and Michael Jackson, Lady Gaga, Brandy and Whitney Houston.

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53/61 Carol Lynley

The actor, best known for her role as Nonnie the cruise liner singer in The Poseidon Adventure, died on 3 September at the age of 77.

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54/61 Jimmy Johnson

Jimmy Johnson, revered session guitarist and co-founder of the Muscle Shoals Sound Studios, died 5 September 2019, aged 76.

55/61 John Wesley

John Wesley, the actor who played Dr Hoover on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, died in September 2019 aged 72 of complications stemming from multiple myeloma, according to his family. His other acting credits included Baywatch as well as the the 1992 buddy cop comedy film ‘Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot’.

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56/61 Daniel Johnston

Influential lo-fi musician Daniel Johnston died in September 2019 following a heart attack, according to The Austin Chronicle. His body of work includes the celebrated 1983 album ‘Hi, How Are You’.

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57/61 Ric Ocasek

Ric Ocasek, frontman of new wave rock band The Cars, died 15 September at the age of 75.

Ocasek was pronounced dead after police were alerted to an unresponsive male at a Manhattan townhouse. A cause of death has yet to be confirmed, though The Daily Beast reports that an NYPD official said Ocasek appeared to have died from “natural causes”.

Ocasek found fame as the lead singer of The Cars, who were integral in the birth of the new wave movement and had hits including “Drive”, “Good Times Roll” and “My Best Friend’s Girl”.

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58/61 Suzanne Whang

The former host turned narrator of HGTV’s House Hunters died on 17 September. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2006 and initially recovered, until the disease returned in October 2018.

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59/61 Robert Hunter

The lyricist, who’s behind some of the Grateful Dead’s finest songs, died on 23 September at the age of 78. His best known Grateful Dead songs include ‘Cumberland Blues,’ ‘It Must Have Been the Roses,’ and ‘Terrapin Station’.

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60/61 Linda Porter

Linda Porter, best known for her role as elderly supermarket employee Myrtle on the US sitcom Superstore, died 25 September after a long battle with cancer. She also appeared in series including Twin Peaks, The Mindy Project, ER and The X-Files

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61/61 Ginger Baker

Ginger Baker, the legendary drummer and co-founder of rock band Cream, died at the age of 80 on Sunday 6 October after being critically ill in hospital. The musician co-founded Cream in 1966 with Eric Clapton and Jack Bruce.

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2/61 Pegi Young

A singer, songwriter, environmentalist, educator and philanthropist, she was also married to Neil Young for 36 years. She died of cancer on 1 January, aged 66, in Mountain View, California.

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4/61 Darius Perkins

The actor was best known for playing the original Scott Robinson on Neighbours when the show launched in 1985 on Australia’s Channel Seven. Perkins died from cancer on 2 January, aged 54

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20/61 Andy Anderson

Musician Andy Anderson, former drummer for The Cure and Iggy Pop, died aged 68 from terminal cancer, after a long and successful career as a session musician

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23/61 Keith Flint

Flint quickly became one of the figureheads of British electronic music during the Nineties as a singer in the band The Prodigy. He died, aged 49, on 4 March.

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25/61 Jed Allan

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28/61 Mike Thalassitis

Mike Thalassitis was a semi-professional footballer before finding fame on the third season of Love Island. He died aged 26.

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30/61 Bernie Tormé

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31/61 Andre Williams

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34/61 Tania Mallet

Model and Bond girl Tania Mallet died on 30 March, aged 77. She earned her only credited acting role opposite Sean Connery in 1964 film Goldfinger, playing Tilly Masterson.

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35/61 Boon Gould (right)

One of the founding members of Level 42, Boon Gould, died on 1 March, aged 64. He was a guitarist and saxophone player.

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36/61 Freddie Starr

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37/61 Peggy Lipton

Twin Peaks star Peggy Lipton died of cancer, aged 72 on 11 May.

38/61 Doris Day

Doris Day became Hollywood’s biggest female star by the early 1960s starring in Calamity Jane, Pillow Talk and Caprice to name a few. Day died on 15 May after a serious bout of pneumonia.

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42/61 Cameron Boyce

Disney Channel star Cameron Boyce died in his sleep on 6 July, aged 20. His family later confirmed the actor, who appeared in Jessie and descendants, had epilepsy.

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43/61 Rip Torn

Rip Torn, the film, TV and theatre actor, died on 9 July, 2019, aged 88. His career spanned seven decades.

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44/61 Michael Sleggs

Michael Sleggs, who appeared as Slugs in hit BBC Three sitcom This Country, died from heart failure on 9 July, 2019, aged 33.

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45/61 Rutger Hauer

Dutch actor Rutger Hauer famously played replicant Roy Batty in Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner. As Batty, he delivered the iconic “tears in the rain” monologue. Hauer died on 19 July, 2019 aged 75.

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46/61 Paula Williamson

Actor Paula Williamson, who starred in Coronation Street and married criminal Charles Bronson, was found dead on 29 July, 2019.

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47/61 David Berman

David Berman, frontman of Silver Jews and Purple Mountains, died by suicide on 7 August, 2019, aged 52.

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48/61 Peter Fonda

Peter Fonda died of respiratory failure due to lung cancer on 16 August, 2019. aged 79, his family said. He was the co-writer and star of counterculture classic Easy Rider (1969).

49/61 Ben Unwin

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50/61 Franco Columbu

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51/61 Kylie Rae Harris

The country singer died in a car crash on 4 September, 2019, at the age of 30. Harris, of Wylie, Texas, she was scheduled to perform at a music festival in New Mexico the next day.

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52/61 LaShawn Daniels

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53/61 Carol Lynley

The actor, best known for her role as Nonnie the cruise liner singer in The Poseidon Adventure, died on 3 September at the age of 77.

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54/61 Jimmy Johnson

Jimmy Johnson, revered session guitarist and co-founder of the Muscle Shoals Sound Studios, died 5 September 2019, aged 76.

55/61 John Wesley

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56/61 Daniel Johnston

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57/61 Ric Ocasek

Ric Ocasek, frontman of new wave rock band The Cars, died 15 September at the age of 75.

Ocasek found fame as the lead singer of The Cars, who were integral in the birth of the new wave movement and had hits including “Drive”, “Good Times Roll” and “My Best Friend’s Girl”.

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58/61 Suzanne Whang

The former host turned narrator of HGTV’s House Hunters died on 17 September. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2006 and initially recovered, until the disease returned in October 2018.

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Baker was named number three on Rolling Stone’s 100 Greatest Drummers of All Time list, and is the subject of the documentary Beware of Mr. Baker.

“Gifted with immense talent, and cursed with a temper to match, Ginger Baker combined jazz training with a powerful polyrhythmic style in the world’s first, and best, power trio,” said the Rolling Stone article. “The London-born drummer introduced showmanship to the rock world with double-kick virtuosity and extended solos.”

Lewisham-born Baker was known for being a mercurial and argumentative figure, whose temper frequently led to on-stage punch-ups.

His father, a bricklayer, was killed in the Second World War in 1943, and Baker was brought up in near poverty by his mother. He joined a local gang in his teens and when he tried to quit, gang members attacked him with a razor.

Baker suffered from heroin addiction, which he acquired as a jazz drummer in the London clubs of the late 1950s and early 1960s. He once told The Guardian he came off heroin “something like 29 times”.

Tributes for the drummer have been pouring in on Twitter.

Paul McCartney called Baker a “wild and lovely guy”, writing: “We worked together on the ‘Band on the Run‘ album in his ARC Studio, Lagos, Nigeria. Sad to hear that he died but the memories never will.”

Baby Driver director Edgar Wright wrote: “RIP the music giant that was Ginger Baker. The beat behind too many favourite songs from Cream, The Graham Bond Organisation and Alexis Korner’s Blues Incorporated.”

Rock journalist Mark Paytress tweeted: “Like Hendrix, Ginger Baker was a name synonymous w/ early days rock. Once you heard him play, saw pics & footage, he seemed to embody the music’s power, the culture’s adventure. Spending a day w/ him in 2014 magnified it all. Lost a big one this morning.”

Slipknot’s Jay Weinberg simply wrote: “Thank you Ginger Baker.”

from CVR News Direct https://cvrnewsdirect.com/ginger-baker-dead-cream-drummer-dies-aged-80/

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miasswier’s ultimate glee ranking: no 35

35: Makeover

Written by: Ian Brennan Directed by: Eric Stoltz

Overall Thoughts: This is one of those episodes that I just unequivocally love. We get Kurt and Blaine both having major plotlines, as well as Rachel finally fitting into New York, and Will gearing up to fuck off for the next few months. I mean, what more can you ask for? The only reason it’s not even higher is because there are just so many episodes of this show that I love, and so some had to receive a lower score.

What I Like:

First Blaine voice over!

Blaine’s fucking face after he tells Brittany that he’s running for president

Brittany introducing Sam to Blaine and Blaine just being like “uh…” I so love that they played up Blaine as the Only Sane Man this season, as his own quirks and eccentricities make him a much better candidate for the role than the Only Sane Man they’ve been trying to push on us for too long – Will Schuester

Kirk from Gilmore Girls!

Kurt getting that Vogue internship! Even though I agree that it’s a little unrealistic that he’d get it based on his complete lack of experience, it makes me so happy to finally see him succeeding. I feel like too much time was spent on this show tearing Kurt down, so it’s nice to see him get a win for once.

I fucking love Isabelle Wright, okay? SJP kills it, and it’s so amazing to see someone who is so completely in Kurt’s corner. Also, can we talk about her hair? Because her hair blows my mind. It looks so goddamn soft.

That whole debate scene is amazing. So funny.

“Ladies and gentlemen, telling people what they can and cannot put into their hair… is disgusting. It’s the first step toward a tyranny my friends! Next thing you know they’ll be burning books. And then they’ll probably start burning people, too” “That’s a lie”

Brittany is so sweet and earnest in this episode. Like, she actually is genuine in her desire to just always be at school because she loves everyone at the school so much. It’s funny, pre-season five I always thought that Santana loved Brittany way more than vice-versa because I didn’t think Brittany really understood what it meant to love someone, but every time I re-watch the show I’m proven over and over again that that just isn’t true. Sure, Brittany’s love is a little different than everyone else’s, but it’s still there and it’s still strong. It really comes out in this episode.

Bram is one of the worst things Glee did (second only to Samchel), but I have to admit, it’s really sweet when Sam tells Brittany he voted for her.

Rachel is finally finding her footing in New York! She’s getting closer to Brody, and they’re actually hanging out and having a good time together, not just being pulled together by their attraction to one another. Even though I think the whole “You’re not a true New Yorker till you’ve had a makeover” thing is bullshit (I mean, come on, Kurt, Santana, and Blaine are all true New Yorkers the minute they set foot in the city and none of them get makeovers), I do really like her new attitude. She’s confident. I know some would argue that she was always confident, but the truth is, the fact that Rachel feels a constant need to tear everybody else down to make herself feel good does not give me any hints at confidence or good self-esteem. Here, she has both those things. And yeah, it doesn’t take long before she falls back into her old ways, but that’s just because Glee never lets its characters have true character development, which is really too bad. Because the Rachel in this episode? I fucking love her.

Will getting ready to leave. Bye bye!

Even though they fucked it up in the next episode, I think this is one of the first times that Glee actually sets up a break-up in the episode before it happens. Usually it just decides to pull the plug on a couple completely out of the blue. They also have been setting up Brittany and Santana’s break-up for a couple of episodes now. Like I said, they don’t really follow through in the way they have set it up (this episode, and the beginning of “The Break Up” show Blaine feeling neglected and like Kurt is leaving him behind, which is a good enough reason for a break up. Instead they made it a reason for Blaine to cheat, which was then the reason for the break up, and that just felt… contrived as fuck), but at least they go to the trouble of setting it up at all.

Sue asking Becky to do a xylophone drum roll before the announcement of the president and Becky just starting at her for like twenty seconds until Sue goes “Not feeling it?” and she just shakes her head fucking BYE that scene is hilarious

THAT FUCKING CLIFFHANGER THO

What I Don’t Like:

Brittany not remembering she dated Artie. Like… what?

Okay, even though I do get a bit of a chuckle out of it, it’s a little racist that Brittany wants to know if Blaine was born in America (although, given Glee’s continuous attempts to white wash Blaine, maybe that’s meant to the joke? Either way it’s a little ill-thought out)

Kurt bulldozing over Blaine and refusing to help him with his bowties, and then not picking up his call. Even though I know it’s realistic, it just makes me so sad. Would it have really hurt him to take the call and ask Blaine to call him back a little bit later because he was in the middle of some important networking?

All the jokes about Brittany thinking Artie is a robot reek of ableism.

Songs:

Everybody Wants to Rule the World: Love this song! It’s such a great way to introduce the episode, and it puts you right in Blaine’s head and how he’s feeling. Also, it’s just an awesome cover.

Celebrity Skin: I don’t ship Bram, but I do think their voices go together, and I enjoy the few duets they sing. This one is a little different than the songs they usually do on this show, which makes it really enjoyable, and the performance is awesome!

The Way You Look Tonight/You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile: I’m not the biggest fan of this song, which sucks because it’s the first time Kurt sings in this season. I like the performance, though, with all the gorgeous dresses!

A Change Would Do You Good: Another one that isn’t really Glee’s usual style, but kicks ass! I love the intercut of them dancing in the studio and running around New York!

Final Thoughts: Amazing music, and a bunch of really great stories. This is such a good episode, but I feel like it often flies under the radar because it precedes “The Break Up”, which is one of Glee’s strongest episodes ever. I honestly love it, though. As I said above, the only reason it’s not in the top 25 is because there’s just so many other episodes that I love. But believe me, this is one of those episodes that I think of when people ask me why I love Glee so much.

#ultimate glee ranking

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Stories We’ve Read & Enjoyed in the Past Three Years (2020 - 2023)

We had a recent request for stories that were not dark, and no character death. They wanted stories that would make for fun conversations - we’re not quite sure what that means exactly, since any story can spark a fun convo so we hope you all find something enjoyable to read. We’ve included 30 various stories - if you enjoy an author’s writing, definitely check out their other works! And it goes without saying, please leave kudos or a sweet comment.

Thank you and happy reading!

Lynne, @hkvoyage @1908jmd and @lilyvandersteen

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I Don’t Date Cheerios by @teddyshoney

Blaine, leader of the McKinley High bad boys is forced to join a club, and he winds up singing in front of the Glee Club. Who else would be in the audience besides Cheerio Kurt? Kurt's never been a fan of Blaine, but that's all about to change...

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99 perspectives on a single love story by @spaceorphansficrecs

The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

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Nashville by @hkvoyage

Kurt lands the lead role in a new musical, but it flops during the previews. However, his performance captivates Nashville’s newest country music sensation. They share an instant connection and it grows deeper as they get to know each other. Will Kurt be able to save the musical and keep the man of his dreams?

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Christmas in Cabinland by @honeysucklepink

Sam enters Kurt and Blaine in a contest for a “unique Airbnb experience,” which turns out to be a rustic week in 15 acres of the Pacific Northwest rainforest. Far away from civilization, and with little interruption from their eccentric hosts, it’s a Christmas they won’t soon forget.

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Barking up the wrong bakery by @forabeatofadrum

Kurt is the biggest dog party planner in Los Angeles. When his usual dog bakery cancels on Kurt, he’s in the dire need of a last minute replacement. Luckily, he comes across the Dalton Doggy dog bakery, which is run by Blaine and Cooper Anderson. Cooper’s a mess, but Blaine manages to charm Kurt. Will Kurt be able to keep it professional?

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About-face by quizasvivamos

At the start of the Marching Band season his sophomore year, Blaine is the youngest Drum Major in McKinley High history. However, none of his peers believe he deserves the title, especially a handful of embittered upperclassmen, including one particularly stubborn Color Guard Captain, who challenges him in more ways than one.

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Everybody’s naked and there’s a country to run by @coffeegleek

A take on the "prince/king!Blaine and prince/king!Kurt are getting married and have to do it while naked in front of their loyal subjects" trope. It’s pure crack taken seriously. I’m blaming the heat. The fic started as this wisp of an idea and a single funny Kurt line. It was supposed to all be fast paced and instead sometimes dissolves into a bit of world building, exposition, and Kurt feelings. I do try my best and hope that at least some of the jokes and humor land. It also developed a full blown plot that has a beginning and an end.

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Braid of Gold by @jayhawk-writes

Kurt and Blaine ask Caphriel to make the decision about where they go next. He chooses a lifetime where Kurt and Blaine will have to navigate a situation they've not yet been in. They'll have to work through loss and betrayal and ultimately, their bond will be stronger as a family because of it.

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Home away from home by @lilyvandersteen

Cooper buys a hotel sight unseen and asks Blaine to run it for him over the summer. Only, the hotel is a health and safety hazard and Inspectors Hummel and Abrams are hell-bent on closing it down. Can Blaine spruce the hotel up in time and save Cooper's investment?

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These inconvenient fireworks by @redheadgleek

After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for the dark-haired music director of his latest musical.

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Reprise by orphan-account [PDF]

During Kurt's senior year at NYADA, a life-changing event causes him to take a leave of absence and what was supposed to be a short stay turns into years. His life certainly isn't what he expected, but he's not exactly unhappy. His name is not lit up in lights on Broadway, but he's involved in community theater and LGBTQ groups in Columbus and has friends who love him and casual lovers. But turning 35 has made him restless and he's longing for the life he had before. Burt talks him into taking some classes at Ohio State University to finish his degree and start focusing on himself again. What Kurt finds on the OSU campus is much more than he bargained for.

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Turn Into a Pose by @little-escapist

Singer-songwriter Blaine Anderson wants to come out of the closet. When his publicist sets him up with movie-star Kurt Hummel, he’s ready for anything, but the last thing that Kurt wants is a relationship with anyone, let alone Blaine. He hates his publicist for setting him up, hates the idea of lying to the world, and hates letting the world invade his personal life. But maybe Blaine Anderson is exactly what Kurt Hummel needs.

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Spinning out by @rockitmans

Blaine is smitten with his college roommate literally upon arrival and decides that he's an excellent candidate for losing his virginity with. After all, what's better for Roomie Bonding than penetration between friends?

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Solid Gold by @heartsmadeofbooks

Ten years after breaking his engagement to Blaine, Kurt's life isn't the fairy tale he once hoped for. Forced to leave New York, he goes looking for a second chance, not expecting to find it in the town he always wanted to run away from, or with the man whose heart he shattered.

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Lost Boy by my own patronus

In September 1999, Pam and James Anderson's world was shattered when their youngest son, Blaine, was abducted from a local park. 12 years later, after pain, healing, and tireless searching, the family is reunited. But the boy who comes home to them isn't the same one they lost so long ago. The Anderson family must learn to change and grow as a lost boy is found once more.

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To Serenade an Angel by @teddyshoney

After the death of his father, Kurt receives a letter from a prestigious musical college, inviting him to attend. He decides to attend, and shortly after his arrival, he hears a strange voice beckoning him down a forbidden hallway. Kurt begins a relationship with the voice, unsure why he finds him so intriguing and why his heart beats more rapidly each time he thinks about the voice. Who does the voice belong to? And what does it want with him?

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Since Sense Sensory by @gleefulpoppet

One rainy night, nestled at a patio table of a small café, Kurt broke off his engagement with Blaine in a moment of heated frustration that had been building for weeks. That was 12 years ago, and they haven’t seen each other since. Suddenly, they may find themselves reunited in a place they never expected. If you had a second chance with your first love, would you take it?

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The Ghost Kitchen by @hkvoyage

At the start of the Covid-19 pandemic, Kurt lived in Lima with his father. Two years later, he returned to New York City. As he needed money to pay for rent and food, he got a job in a booming industry: food delivery. His first delivery order was a pick-up from Warbler Food Enterprises. Little did he know he would meet a cute chef there that would turn his world upside down.

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Where Dreams Are Born by @kurtswish

Kurt Hummel always dreamed of New York, but reality doesn’t quite live up to his expectations. One impulsive decision could change it all.

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Love, Blaine by @gleefuldarrencrissfan

Blaine Anderson is a typical teenager. Except he’s not because he’s hiding a huge secret. He’s gay. But after reading a confession on the informal Dalton blog, he discovers that he’s not the only closeted boy at Dalton. After a moment of courage, he emails him and ultimately starts up a friendship that will change life as he knows it. Loosely based on Love, Simon.

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Teach Me Control by @scatter-the-stars

Kurt is in a established Dom/sub relationship with his high school English teacher, Blaine. And Blaine decides to surprise him on his nineteenth birthday with something he never expected.

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looking for something that'll (never) come by @klaineanummel

Blaine Anderson-Chang knows that his crush on his brother’s best friend, straight football star Kurt Hummel, is foolhardy. But every now and then Kurt gives him a look and Blaine can’t help but wonder.

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Domus Civita by JayhawkWrites

While on vacation to a city he’s never been to, Kurt Hummel finds himself in a place that he recognized from his dreams. The person he always sees in those dreams is there, too, and they spot him and ask, “Is it really you?”

Note: Part of the In Every Lifetime series

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Bicycle Patrol Unit by @caramelcoffeeaddict

When NYPD bicycle cop, Blaine Anderson, begins to fall for Kurt Hummel - the gorgeous man that he first notices while Kurt is jogging through the park during Blaine’s patrol there - it causes a rift between him and his patrol partner, Sebastian Smythe

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Never Saying Goodbye To You by @lilyvandersteen

Inspired by a beautiful drawing by @thisdoesnotsuck, this is a story where Kurt travels through time to the 1920s and falls in love with his great-grandfather’s secret beau. Featuring a family curse, doppelgängers, angst and confusion.

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When Are You Gonna Sing For Me by TheNameIsBritney

Kurt is one of the three members of wildly successful pop punk band One Three Hill. He is also forgetful as all get out and accidentally leaves his phone somewhere where a certain music teacher just happens to find it.

The pop star!Kurt/middle school music teacher!Blaine au that lives rent free in my brain

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My Reader by Cleverboots (Amberlovesocean)

Kurt is looking for an after-school job. He finds an ad on the school bulletin board for a job reading aloud for someone. It pays well and seems easy, so Kurt applies. He gets the job and goes to the mansion to read for a boy that was severely injured in an accident. Of course you know the boy's name is Blaine Anderson. After a rocky start, they become friends and an amazing opportunity opens up for Kurt.

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The Elf On The Shelf by kellyb321

The owner at Verve Design has decided the holidays at the office have been way too boring in the past. He's decided to kick it up a notch with a Christmas party, Secret Santas and...and adorable Elf on the Shelf for the office. Kurt might be a little smitten.

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Outlined on My Finger, Printed in My Heart by @jayhawk-writes

Blaine and Kurt spent a while picking their next adventure. When they finally decided, Caphriel was elated. This was an adventure he had been waiting for them to choose.

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Guard My Heart by @scatter-the-stars

The kiss isn't meant to change his life. But for Kurt, that's what happens when he kisses basketball star Blaine Anderson. Not wanting to concern himself with the guy, he focuses on going back to his normal life and saving a place he loves. When Blaine starts to show up in his life, he tries to ignore the feelings he stirs up in him. That's easier said than done, and Kurt soon finds himself falling for someone unexpected.

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stevenstephens · 5 years

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Pleased to meet you || Eleven

TAGGING: Ellie Berry & Steven Stephens

WHERE: Lima, OH & Columbus, OH

WHEN: Late Friday Night, January 11th

NOTES: Steven (finally) gets in contact with Ellie and they end up texting till late in the night.

Steven

Steve: Hi there, someone gave me this number when I asked if they happen to have the number of Ellie Berry. Are you her? If this is not you, than I'm sorry for disturbing your evening.

Ellie

Ellie: Hmm. I'll only tell you if you tell me who gave you this number and what you want to do to Ellie Berry

Ellie: I'm kidding. You've texted the right number. Who's this?

Steven

Steve: Unfortunately for you, I can't reveal my source. As for the reason why I'm texting... We're arranged to be married.

Steve: So hi, I'm your future husband... Steven Stephens

Ellie

Ellie: Crap. Maybe I should have just typed wrong number.

Ellie: I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. You just caught me by surprise and a little off-guard.

Ellie: You've been MIA so long that I started referring to you as a phantom.

Steven

Steve: Ha, I wouldn't blame you if you had. I've been looking at my phone for about an hour before I worked up enough courage to hit send

Steve: No worries, totally understandable.

Steve: Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I tend to lose track of time when I'm working on a project and then a day turns into a week, that turns into a month... but I'm here now.

Ellie

Ellie: No. I maybe sarcastic, but I'm not rude

Ellie: Okay now I have to ask - why were you so hesitant to contact me? I'm not expecting anything. I actually find the whole lottery system reprehensible

Ellie: I see. So you're a workaholic? Good to know. What exactly do you do for a living? My parents gave me absolutely no information other than your name. Didn't help since prior to my summons, I had little to no contact with Lima.

Steven

Steve: My parents will love it when they hear that. They always claim they would have done a better job with it.

Steve: As to the why so hesitant, it's a mixture of a few things, but mostly a family feud I tried to distance myself from by moving to Columbus, and this will drag me right back into it - and the other, well, I wanted to safe you from being tied down in a marriage that's just a piece of paper... it's hard to explain through text, but have you heard of the term demisexual.

Steve: A huge workaholic. I develop apps for both mobile phones as for computers.

Ellie

Ellie: Thanks? Think my politeness will outweigh the fact I dropped out of college and went on tour with my band?

Ellie: Okay. Wow. Quite a bit to unpack there. Sounds like your life is a telenovela. Who is the feud with?

Ellie: Again. I didn't expect anything. To be honest, I figured the marriage would simply be on paper.

Ellie: You can't force love. It has to happen organically, by choice.

Ellie: I - just googled it. So, basically no sex without an emotional bond? Like not even just for a release?

Ellie: That's cool. I love my phone and it's apps. I'm a studio drummer and starting next week part time student

Steven

Steve: You've got a band? That's so cool! And yes, I think it will outweigh it. They believe in good education, but they also believe that being happy with what you do for a living is essential.

Steve: Hmm, you're not far off with that description. You aren't from Lima, are you? It's with the Jones'.

Steve: Exactly, love has to grow. This whole Marriage Law... well, it's not fair on anyone.

Steve: Not necessarily. If we manage to build a strong enough deep connection, there might come a time where sex is an option. But there is no say in how long it will take for me to get to that point. I'm so sorry.

Steve: A studio drummer? Do you work for a studio and any artist can hire you, is that how it works. Are you going back to school? Exciting! What are you going to study?

Ellie

Ellie: Well we're on hiatus at the moment. I'm going to be playing on a few new albums.

Ellie: I'm a quick study. Why is there so much drama in your life? I avoid my parents, so they won't be an issue. I am. I just left when I was 17. I went to Yale, dropped out right before graduation and never came back.

Ellie: Yes. I know them. Don't tell anyone, but Mercedes was matched with my ex-boyfriend.

Ellie: I see. There's no reason to be sorry. I mean, I like sex, but it'll be fine. Probably better anyway. Lately I've had issues compartmentalizing sex and feelings.

Ellie: I'm working with Blaine Anderson right now, but yes, in theory any artist can hire me through the label to drum for them. It's pretty much a dream come true.

Ellie: I was studying theatre and economics. My parents wanted me to go into the family business. They're theatre owners.

Ellie: Online and part time. Yale has an interdisciplinary major. Kind of like a general studies degree. Not ideal but at least my credits are still good.

Steven

Steve: It sounds like you can be as busy with work at times as I am, we'll make quite the pair of workaholics, ha.

Steve: Beats me, I tried to stay out of the whole feud but when your parents want to check everyone you hang out with to make sure they aren't friends with the Jones'... well it doesn't make for a happy childhood. So I choose to settle down in Columbus after graduating from MIT.

Steve: My lips are sealed. From what I remember from back in the days she can be quite bossy at times, so I wish him luck.

Steve: I'm alright with making it an open marriage if you feel the need you're free to look outside our marriage for sex. We just have to make sure you won't get caught while doing so.

Steve: Hmm-mm, love, and sex are hard to separate at times. So yes, perhaps this whole thing will give you some time to learn to distinguish the two.

Steve: Blaine Anderson, the name sounds familiar... from what I heard very talented. So you could end up working with some huge names? That must be so exciting.

Steve: Oh that's good, that way you don't have to start all over. When will you graduate?

Ellie

Ellie: I suppose so. :) Do you plan on staying in Columbus?

Ellie: Ugh. That actually sounds pretty miserable. Rather isolating.

Ellie: MIT? So you must be pretty smart. Any chance you could make an app to rig the lottery system so it crashes?

Ellie: She and I are in decent terms. Friendly I guess. Thanks for the discretion. Literally no one else knows. Not even my sisters.

Ellie: Usually I'm pretty good about keeping my emotions at bay. However lately things have gotten complicated. It kind of sucks.

Ellie: No sex might turn out to be a positive thing for me.

Ellie: He is incredibly talented and sweet too. I've been friends with him forever. And yes! My roommate actually is a recording artist. He's on the down low right now though.

Ellie: If I play my cards right, about a year.

Ellie: And not to sound superficial, but can you send me a picture of yourself? It's be nice to put a face to the texts

Steven

Steve: I honestly do not know what the future brings when it comes to living here or in Columbus, depends on how well my father's going to react to his treatments. But I do love the freedom that living in Columbus brings.

Steve: It was. But it's something I got used to.

Steve: Ha, I might give it a try? First I'd have to break into their server, not my strong suit but I'd be willing to give it a try.

Steve: Keep your fingers crossed that Liv lady doesn't catch wind of it else the whole town will know all about it. But if you guys been super discreet I doubt she ever will.

Steve: I'm sorry. Was it with someone who's forced into the Marriage law as well? Know what, I don't have to know. Only if you feel like sharing.

Steve: Ah, so not only do you work with big names you also live with one. Very intrigued at the moment, not going to lie.

Steve: A year, that's doable... you'll be done before you know it.

Steve: Is that a good enough picture for you? :wink:

Ellie

Ellie: It's not a huge deal one way or the other. I guess it's just something we'd have to figure out if we actually abide by the rules and go forward. I honestly can't believe I'm so calm about it. I just assumed I'd be hyperventilating or fleeing Lima.

Ellie: No kid should have to go through that. I was adopted by my dads. I had my fair share of dealing with cruel kids and some adults

Ellie: You should! Just make sure you cover your tracks. Like in one of those hacker movies

Ellie: We've only hung out a couple of times and in private. Nothing happened that would be considered suspect ot tawdry.

Ellie: He is, but that's not really the issue. He made his intentions clear. I got caught up in the what if. It's fine though. He hasn't texted me in a while.

Ellie: Ha I do! He's become one of my best friends. We're kindred spirits and platonic soul mates. If you stick around, you'll find out soon enough.

Ellie: That's what I keep telling myself. I'm actually excited, nervous and proud of myself.

Ellie: Umm... Seriously? That's you?

Ellie: I know you didn't ask, but I thought it only fair.

Steven

Steve: We can talk living arrangements along planning all other things. Columbus is only an hour and a half away from Lima, it's a long commute but always an option. Plus we'd be away from the prying eyes of that Higher Counsel, and I doubt they'll drop by for surprise checks if they have to travel far.

Steve: Kids can be so cruel to each other, can't they? I'm sorry you had to deal with that.

Steve: I'm very proud of the firewall I coded for myself, they won't be able to track anything, trust me.

Steve: That's good, that way she doesn't have dirt on you. I'm not fond of that gossip blog. I doubt anybody is anyway.

Steve: Wow, that's rather a cruel thing to do. At least have the decency to text someone back.

Steve: I'll be on my best behavior, ha. Good to hear you guys hit it of so well, especially since he's your roommate.

Steve: As you should be. It's a huge step to take. I'm proud of you for taking it.

Steve: Seriously, that is me.

Steve: And thank you for sending a few of yours, you look lovely. And I got a face to go with the texts.

Ellie

Ellie: Yeah, of course. There's plenty of time to plan. My girl best friend is getting married soon. I think maybe that's why this whole thing sounds less crazy. The guy she was matched with actually turned out to be a good guy.

Ellie: And I hadn't thought about the privacy aspect. You make a good point. I'd just hate to leave my housemates without warning

Ellie: It's ok. I mean, don't get me wrong, it sucked at the time. But it also made me stronger.

Ellie: Thanks. That's very sweet of you to say. I have absolutely no coding experience, so I'm going to take your word for that. Let me know if your attempt works, ok?

Ellie: Everyone has their own issues and priorities. I'll get over it

Ellie: He's a blast so no need to be on your best behavior. We go dancing and have pretty much every take out menu in Lima memorized.

Ellie: Do you wake up looking like that?

Ellie: Thanks. And yes, yes you do

Steven

Steve: Who's your girl best friend? I'm asking because one of my friends is getting married soon as well, he got his name drawn in the Marriage lottery.

Steve: We have time to figure it all out, and if we decide on Columbus there will be plenty of time to warn your housemates about it. Who knows, I might actually like being back in Lima 24/7/365 and be the one moving to another town.

Steve: That is true, it build character and strength, but it's still bad people get like that toward people just because they're different from what's considered the norm.

Steve: I'll keep you posted.

Steve: If you want for his phone to get infected with a virus let me know :wink:

Steve: Oh, perhaps one day I can join you guys when you go dancing? It's been years since I last seen the inside of a club.

Steve: No, my hair's a mess when I wake up. According to many it is a look that suits me rather well.

Steve: You're welcome. It's a pleasure to finally have a face with the name.

Ellie

Ellie: Her name is Laura. She's one of the most amazing people I know.

Ellie: I suppose that true. When I first returned to Lima I had absolutely no intention of staying. However, now I'm not sure if I could live anywhere else.

Ellie: Although I would like to go back on tour at some point.

Ellie: Ha. No. He's a good guy. I just need to move forward and no dwell.

Ellie: New year right?

Ellie: Yeah, of course. We're actually trying to make our outings a weekly event.

Ellie: I'm sure it is.

Ellie: Oh and it's actually my "real" name is Elizabeth. No one calls me though.

Steven

Steve: No shit?! My friend whose name got drawn is Alex!

Steve: As I mentioned before at the moment I'll be in Lima most of the time. That's the beauty about my line of work, as long as I've got a connection to the internet I don't even have to leave the house.

Steve: ^^^^ I can work from anywhere in the world, so if you want to tour and this Marriage Law needs for us to be around each other I can tag along.

Steve: New Year, new you.

Steve: Oh, perhaps one day I can join you guys when you go dancing? It's been years since I last seen the inside of a club.

Steve: One day you can judge for yourself if it does or doesn't.

Steve: Ah, so Ellie is your nickname so to speak? How did they end up calling you Ellie instead of something like Liz?

Steve: Any siblings I'll have to meet one day?

Ellie

Ellie: Ha. Really? Small world!

Ellie: Sounds like a pretty awesome field. One thing I love about touring is seeing places I never would have thought of visiting.

Ellie: You'd do that? Are you always so agreeable and amenable?

Ellie: That's what I'm going for.

Ellie: Yeah. Just let me know when you'd like to join us.

Ellie: Oddly enough, your comment

made me blush.

Ellie: My parents hated Ellie and/or any other variation? I guess the never saw me as a Liz.

Steven

Steve: Very small world indeed.

Steve: For a nerd like me it is, yes. That's sounds pretty damn awesome. What places have you been to so far?

Steve: Yeah, I would. Hmmm, not all the time. Don't ask me things before I had at least 2 cups of coffee and some breakfast, else the answer will be no for sure.

Steve: I'll keep it in mind. If, two months from now I still haven't asked about joining you guys, hmu. I'd probably forgot all about.

Steve: Did it really?

Steve: So it was to rile up your parents? Nice! And come on, you could so be a Liz.

Steve: Talking about parents... do you have any siblings?

Ellie

Ellie: Certainly is

Ellie: I think most people would enjoy having that flexibility. I've actually been coast to coast. My favorite states are probably New York City and Oregon. Very different, but equally beautiful in their own way.

Ellie: Haha. A fellow caffeine addict. I live on coffee. I also love to eat.

Ellie: Will do!

Ellie: Yep. Something that's relatively difficult to do, so take it as a compliment.

Ellie: Sort of? A friend called me Ellie and it kind of stuck.

Ellie: I don't know. Never saw myself as Liz.

Ellie: My dads' names are Hiram and Leroy. I also have two older sisters (twins) Rachel and Amelia.

Steven

Steve: Yeah, I guess you can say that. Wow, I did a lot of traveling in my life but never been coast to coast. Boston is lovely, Columbus is great and one of my favorite cities to visit is Barcelona, oh and Venice, though tourism is killing the fun. It's so full of tourists these days. Any place or country you really want to visit one day?

Steve: Note to self, make sure to stock up on coffee just in case El comes to visit.

Steve: Alright, score one for me, ha.

Steve: That settles it, I'm going to start calling you Liz every now and then, just to show you that it fits you perfectly.

Steve: I've got one sister, Emily. She's 6 years younger.

Steve: God, look at us talking the night away here, I like it.

Steve: I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?

Ellie

Ellie: I do! Yes, Boston is gorgeous. My dream has always been to travel through Europe. I was hoping to get a European band tour set up, but I doubt that will happen at this point. Elliott (my housemate) and I discussed getting a group together and taking a trip.

Ellie: Haha yes. And I am not one of those fancy coffee drinkers other. I like it strong and crappy. Liquid black gold

Ellie: Oh boy. Did I create a monster in one text? Or did you always have this competitive side?

Ellie: Sigh. Okay. Can we meet in the middle with Elizabeth?

Ellie: Oh. I never asked how old you were. I'm 26. Are you and your sister close?

Ellie: Yeah. It's been really easy. Next time we should try talking. I'd like to hear what your voice sounds like.

Ellie: No. I need to go into the studio at some point and have a photo shoot in the afternoon, but nothing right now. That's what coffee and cold showers are for. :)

Steven

Steve: Never say never, if you guys are able to get together that band then go for it! Life's too short to not enjoy every minute of it.

Steve: Okay, okay, noted... the stronger the better.

Steve: I've always been kind of competitive, so yeah, not all your doing but it did help resurface that side of me.

Steve: That's such a mouth full tho... we'll see.

Steve: Yeah, even though we haven't lived in the same town for a while now we are close. We talk/text all the time. Are you close to your sisters?

Steve: We can do that, or we can meet up in person?

Steve: I've got an appointment with a realtor later today, I need to find a place to rent for the time being. The hotel suite I'm currently am in is fine, but not suitable to stay long periods of time and I rather not move into my parents pool house. I'm fond of my privacy.

Ellie

Ellie: No definitely. I agree there. It's just there's a lot of logisitcal stuff that goes into a tour. Not to mention financing.

Ellie: I need to see how this new job pans out. It has a lot of potential.

Ellie: If it doesn't grow hair on your chest, it isn't coffee. ;)

Ellie: That's why I can braid mine. Kidding. My chest is hair free.

Ellie: Well good because so am I. I'm always up for a challenge and adventure.

Ellie: You could also call me El. A lot of people do.

Ellie: Are the two mutually exclusive? When will you be in Lima?

Ellie: Oh really? Like as in today?

Ellie: Yeah that's why I found my own place. I was living in motels for a while, but it was getting too expensive.

Steven

Steve: How does that work, the financing part? Through sponsors or you make sure you have bookings all over Europe that bring in the money?

Steve: It's always nice to have a steady income, to know that at the end of the month there's a paycheck waiting for you.

Steve: OMG! You almost got me asking for photographic evidence. of that, ha.

Steve: Perfect! That will keep things interesting and fun.

Steve: Hmm, how about tomorrow afternoon? I'll be in Lima by then.

Steve: That, plus hotels never feel like home to me. The only plus side... housekeeping and room service, ha

Ellie

Ellie: Usually there's sponsorship or a band hooks up with another (with more name recognition). I just don't have that right now. I may end up going on tour with my housemate. Probably not Europe though.

Ellie: Yes exactly. My parents cut me off when I dropped out of school and while I did get some cash from them when I came back, I just couldn't continue I don't like being dependent on them. It always comes with strings attached.

Ellie: Ha. Gotcha. I would have totally scoured the internet for a woman with a braided chest.

Ellie: Only way to live

Ellie: Umm sure? Where and when?

Ellie: I know what you mean. I actually started cooking again. It's been an adventure.

Steven

Steve: Staying in the States for now? It's a huge market to start. Who knows, it might result in you finding a few sponsors. Hell, for all you know all you have to do is a couple of performances in Lima to showcase your band. Plenty of people there who got the cash to sponsor a band. Pretty sure some might even see it as a great investment that will give them some tax refunds.

Steve: Au, sounds like the parental unit is hard to please? I'm sorry. Mine are way easier. I still get a monthly allowance. Not that I touched a dime of it ever since I graduated from MIT. So that makes for a nice cushion whenever time gets rough, ha.

Steve: NVM, I just saw those pictures your friend? took from you and you posted on your Instagram.... I couldn't spot a single chest hair.

Steve: Also.... very lovely pictures!

Steve: Lu Lu's Diner over at Spencerville Rd, say around 2pm?

Steve: This is going to sounds so spoiled but I've got a Chef who cooks for me. Not that I can't cook, or that I'm too lazy to do it, but if Craig wouldn't be there on a daily basis I probably forget to eat. I tend to zone out while working, and forget all about having a meal.

Ellie

Ellie: I believe so. We haven't really discussed the details. More of comments in passing. Well, my band is scattered at the moment. None of them were from Lima. Honestly they'd never heard of it before they met me. I'm hoping my housemate will pick them up as backup

Ellie: My parents are impossible today please. They think they know what's best regardless of the situation. It's a huge point of contention between us.

Ellie: That's a good plan. I had a cushion until I moved back and burned through my savings

Ellie: Ha. You saw them? Thank you. I still can't believe that's me. Don't get me wrong, I'm confident about my appearance, but she took it to a whole new level

Ellie: Alright. Lu Lu's at 2, it is

Ellie: Oh wow. My parents had a chef. I can't see myself with one though

Steven

Steve: Why do I get the feeling that most of your friends are in some way into music?

Steve: In that case, I'll be on my best behavior the first time I meet with them. Or we could set a date, invite your parents and mine to dinner and be done with it. Might take away some of the scrutinies on the both of us, lolol

Steve: Wow, that must have been one costly move back to town.

Steve: I did. I'm sure she did an excellent job to make you look extremely beautiful and hot at the same time, but she couldn't have done that if you weren't gorgeous already.

Steve: It's a date. I'll see you there.

Steve: My bubbe insisted I take one when she noticed that I forgot to eat the brisket she made me. Plus the guy is fun company, he keeps me entertained, ha.

Ellie

Ellie: Not all, but most. Laura isn't a musician and we make the whole bestie thing work :)

Ellie: Meh. I'd respect you more if you weren't. I mean, just be yourself when you meet them. Oh wow, this got very real really fast. Didn't expect it to creep up on me like that

Ellie: Whew. Need to breathe through that one. I don't like having dinner with my parents. I'd hate to subject you to them as well

Elle: How about they just get together? They're going to end up taking over anyway.

Ellie: Thank you for saying that. I appreciate the compliment.

Ellie: Perfect

Ellie: Wait. Are you Jewish?

Steven

Steve: Ah, so one of my best friends is going to marry your best friend... does that make us best friends in law? :P

Steve: Oh, I'm sorry... I feel like a jerk right now thinking I said something wrong. We can fully postpone the whole meeting the parents moment till later, much much later.

Steve: Ha, yes.. I think you're correct when you say that. In fact, knowing my mother, we probably only have to show up and say I do at some point in the ceremony. I'm about 99.9% sure she has the whole day planned already... for years now.

Steve: No prob, you're welcome.

Steve: Yes I am. I thought you knew!? I've known for quite some time now that you are, mom wouldn't shut up that I was lucky enough to be matched up with a Jewish girl.

Ellie

Ellie: Ha. I dig it. What about you?

Ellie: Solid foundation for a relationship.

Ellie: No, no. Please don't. My parents just suck. I don't even know if my sisters talk to them anymore.

Ellie: LOL. At least it'll be low stress?

Ellie: How intense are your parents?

Ellie: No. Like I said they literally told me nothing. Just a name. Yikes. No pressure there. I'm not super religious. I celebrate the major holidays.

Steven

Steve: Same! It's the best foundation for one if you ask me.

Steve: Can I suggest asking them if they do or not? It would save you a panic attack or two... cause what is the use for me to getting to know them if none of their kids even want to talk to them.

Steve: Mine, although they are still very vocal about the whole "It would have been far better for this town and the Marriage Law if we were the ones to set it," are surprisingly laid back.

Steve: Yeah, as low stress a wedding could be. But also very un-personal and not us. And I don't know if that's something I want for us.

Steve: That's very little to go by and once again, I'm sorry for waiting this long before I got in contact with you. Oh, the last time I've been to a synagogue has been a while. I'm more of a major holidays guy myself. So you're good!

Steve: Not to be a jerk or anything as such, but it is getting late and I got an early drive to Lima ahead of me in the morning, so can we wrap this up?

Ellie

Ellie: I'm sorry! Yes. We can just continue talking in person. Get some sleep and I guess I'll see you tomorrow

Steven

Steve: It's alright, we're both to blame here :smiley: Looking forward to meeting you in person. Sweet dreams!

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sylvestersrpg · 6 years

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EVENT WRAP UP AND RECAPS.

The mixer, in Sue’s humble opinion, was an absolute success. There was a certain amount of liveliness to the party only the guest could provide. Sure, this was in part due to all the alcohol that was snuck in, but Sue doesn’t know that. All she saw was happy residents.

Below the cut is all the listed headcanons for each character for the Mixer event Sue threw!

AJ ALVAREZ

At the party Aj - completely sober - decided that the place needed someone to get down to start the fun. He took it upon himself to be the one that’d dance to give others the courage to do so.

He didn’t stay completely sober though, after a while grabbing the flask he’d hidden in his waistband and getting moderately drunk before he ended up heading back to his room sometime after midnight.

BLAINE ANDERSON

Despite the mixer’s classification as a “dry” event, Blaine’s not opposed to breaking the rules if it means having a good time. Besides, it took some serious liquid courage to wash down the flavorless cardboard Sue called “pizza.” While he’d classify the playlist as “very eclectic,” it only took a couple of drinks to get him twerking center stage on the dance floor. Thus, his thicc ass (he does squats!) is the star of several of Delaney’s pixs from the night.

He wasted no time responding to Finn’s text asking to meet him in the courtyard. Blame it on the alcohol, adrenaline, or his weird obsession with how far apart Finn’s nipples are on his chest. The sitch might seem dirty from the outside looking in, but Blaine’s into what they’ve got going on. It’s satisfying knowing he can get his best friend off when he needs it most and he’s pretty sure he’s Finn’s fave person to do it. They ended their night cuddled up in B’s bed nakey, safe and sound.

FIONA ANDERSON

Fiona couldn’t survive at a party like Sue’s without alcohol, so when Santana offered up a bottle of liquor soon after their arrival, Fi couldn’t help but get carried away. After more booze than the average person should consume in the span of four hours, Fiona passed out in Santana’s bed, completely oblivious as to anything that might have happened the night before.

In between taking shots with her roommate and avoiding the rest of the crowd, Fiona spotted her longtime ex-girlfriend, Brittany. She thought several times about going to confront the other girl, but every time she got too close, Brittany seemed to find the nearest object to hide behind. After the first few tries, Fiona decided to give up in favor for another round of shots.

DELANEY ANDREWS

She didn’t drink. At all, for various reasons, but mostly because it was more fun to watch her apartment mates get wasted and do various insane things (maybe, possibly, I like to hope someone did something crazy). While she boasts about her camera being full of blackmail (that she has no intention to use), it’s actually full of fairly tame photos, moments of fun captured and frozen in time, proof that perhaps the party wasn’t a complete waste.

She didn’t actually interact, not a whole lot. “Camera ghost” is actually almost appropriate. Not that she’s totally inept in social situations, but she would only bite if someone walked up to her. She’ll save her wild side for another time.

AUDREY BAER

Post pre-game, Audrey did her best to casually insert herself in each and every conversation, butting into everybody’s business in ways she claims are “charming.” She found Sue’s lack of follow through disappointing, but not entirely party pooping and with Mitchell to cheer her on, she successfully completed a number of handstands both fully clothed and shirtless.

Not wanting Delaney to feel left out, she showered her with drunken affections she didn’t actually ask for, pulling her into the thick of things for her own, selfish benefit. She white girl twerked and attempted to plant one on her neighbor, but was rudely interrupted by Santana’s sobbing. Following Delaney’s Cinderella-esque escape come nine o’clock, she took the party to Finn and Silas’, where she promptly decided to actually pursue the Eiffel Tower she had “planned” with Jo and Frankie.

CHRISTIAN COHEN-CHANG

At the beginning of the mixer, Christian kept more to himself, still being new to the apartment building. It wasn’t until Jo took it upon herself to take him around and introduce him to people. All the while, she was slipping him alcohol from her flask the entire time. As the alcohol got into his system, Christian became more of a social butterfly.

Once the mixer was over, and Christian was drunk, he tried to go back to his apartment. About half way down, he stumbled and fell down the stairs. All in all, it took him about 20 minutes or so to get up and actually get into the apartment. And it was all to cuddle with the doggos at the end of the night.

HUNTER CLARINGTON

While at the party Hunter stayed mostly to himself, save for a moment where he spoke with Sebastian that turned into very sexual flirting.

Once he wrapped things up with Sebastian he then headed back up to his room, only spending about an hour and a half in the lobby the entire mixer.

TYLER CLARKE

Tyler spent the majority of the mixer keeping to himself, drinking the spiked too sweet fruit punch someone had handed him. There was a lot of Candy Crush played that night on his end. He beat the level he was stuck on! It was a great accomplishment on his end.

He felt slightly awkward coming across Marley being there. While she seemed to stay close to her sister’s side and ignoring his existence he still kept glancing her way. That resulted in plenty of glares and nasty looks in response from Eliza who looked none too happy to see him there.

QUINN FABRAY

It is a well-known fact that Quinn is an angry drunk (i use to have ABS), and she spent a good portion of the night being petty about stupid things: “Who holds a mixer in a conference room?” But if there were shots, she was there, and she did as much laughing as she did yelling.

It is also a well-known fact that Quinn hates Mitchell Puckerman, and Mitchell Puckerman’s drum set. There was a moment when Mitch looked at her, just a look, and Quinn went off. It was cured later by another shot and a God-awful hangover to help her forget, but that neighborly relationship is as good as shot. She’s not actually sure she’s settling in, and the mixer didn’t help. Her job at the paper is boring, and her relationship with her sister isn’t exactly blossoming. The anger faded with the alcohol, but a sinking feeling she’d made the wrong decision took its place.

FRANKIE FABRAY

Frankie spent the former half of her night talking to Fiona. She was originally very scared of drinking at Sue’s party, because she thought that if she was caught Sue would cut her head off.

The latter half of her night was wild. She went to Silas’ after party where she got very drunk; more drunk than she’s been in months, and admitted to Jo and Audrey that she’s been fantasizing about hooking up with a girl for a very long time. The result? A threesome.

FINN HUDSON

Despite the below average amount of decorations and alcohol for what would usually be considered a “mixer” Finn genuinely had a good time. He got to the event just after 7:00pm and began making his rounds to greet some familiar faces, stopping to dance with AJ Alvarez a bit as well (AKA getting everyone to do the YMCA). One other familiar face being, Fiona Blair, whom he hadn’t realized was living in the same building as him but recognized that they had a friend in common from Rhode Island College. They spent a good amount of time chatting and getting to know one another while sipping on a few drinks. And now Finn is pretty confident that they’ll hang out again sometime.

Around 8:30pm Finn was a couple of drinks into the night and began to get a little tipsy. And when Finn is tipsy he tends to also get horny. So, he sent a text to his best friend with benefits, Blaine Anderson, to meet him in the Courtyard away from the party. After drunkenly making out for a little while, Blaine invited Finn back to his apartment to continue their fun. Being at Blaine’s apartment was important because if they went to Finn’s they’d be stuck in the middle of the “after party” at Finn and Silas’ apartment where free tattoos were being offered. And though Finn had every intention of getting his first tattoo from Silas that night, he ended up crashing at Blaine’s place instead.

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt went to the mixer in an attempt to get to know the people living in his apartment building a little better; he wasn’t planning on getting drunk. He had a few drinks, talked to a few people, and was planning on going back up to his apartment once he started getting bored. Then the karaoke started. He had fun singing a few songs - he really did love to perform - but the karaoke adventure soon turned into a heated competition between himself and Madison McCarthy, fueled by the alcohol he hadn’t meant to keep drinking.

Kurt has a few tattoos, but he hadn’t really planned on getting any more any time soon. Until he started drinking at this party. Silas Xavier had a tattoo gun, and before he knew it Kurt had two new tattoos: a small calligraphy of ‘no ragrets’ on his right shoulder blade and a smallish picture of Santana Lopez’s face just below his left clavical.

SANTANA LOPEZ

Santana, as always, made an entrance late with Fiona on her arm. Smuggling a fifth between her boobs wasn’t easy, but she took one for the team and poured shots for hot tenants and hot tenants only. Though claiming she hadn’t come to socialize, her emotions and her alcohol got the best of her, and she ended up crying on numerous shoulders.

She met big fan Brittany Pierce, signed her boobs and made out with her upon request, gave her number to Mitchell, of all people, and joked about doing the do with her roomie, but was ultimately too distraught to do so. When they did stumble home, they passed out together. Half naked and spooning. In Santana’s bed.

RYDER LYNN

Ryder brought Code Red Mountain Dew to the party and his Ninja blender he won at Dave n Busters, along with enough bananas and strawberries to sink a ship to make some smoothies. Anyone that didn’t like banana/strawberry was shit out of luck.

Tipsy, Ryder spent his entire evening following Eliza around and making sure that no one else hit on her. It was pathetic and sad and everyone can see that he likes her except for Eliza. After everyone said goodnight, Ryder went home, threw off his clothes, and watched Hoarders - on top of downing 6 tacos he’d bought from a food truck the day before. The hangover was real though yikes.

MASON MCCARTHY

Mason spent a good portion of the night getting down and dirty once he was drunk; putting his stripper skills to good use by performing a small show via one of the tables. No clothes were removed, but he was pretty great at hip gyrating.

He also participated in a drunk rendition of he and Madison’s go-to karaoke song: “Midnight Memories” by One Direction. He was off key for probably 99% of the song, and he did receive the occasional “boo” due to the song choice, but he sang as passionately as he could and had the time of his life.

JO MEEKS

For quite a bit of the mixer, she had her arm firmly wrapped around Christian’s impressively large bicep, taking him from person to person to introduce him to the apartment goers. However, she did have to loosen him up just a smidge, which was where her trusty flask came in handy.

By the end of the night, her flask was bone-dry, and Christian was in much better spirits, allowing her to leave his side eventually to try her hand at that Eiffel Tower Audrey had promised. And leave it to Aud to come through. Somehow, she, Frankie, and Audrey had stumbled their way into one of their apartments, and their clothes practically flew right off – along with any recollection of what happened thereafter.

BRITTANY PIERCE

Brittany, in fear of being recognized by her ex-girlfriend, Fiona, spent most of the night finding zany ways to avoid confrontation. This included dropping everything and leaving conversations at a moments notice, wearing a lampshade on her head, and hiding behind people that were slightly taller her.

The night was not a total bust though; Brittany met the weather lady of her dreams: Santana Lopez. She promptly fangirled and asked her to sign her tits.

PETER PIERCE

Thursday was pretty busy for Peter. He had just sign the lease for his apartment when Sue Sylvester reminded him to show tonight for the luau that she worked hard on. Before she could drag him into mini rant about how much everything cost her, he thanked her again for everything and told her he’d be glad to see her tonight after he got some things settled into his apartment. For the most part of the day, he worked hard building every new piece of furniture that he’d need set up for his things. He wouldn’t have everything done tonight but it was good to know he’d have bookshelves, dressers, his bed, and his tv stand for when he’d move in tomorrow. He’d need a new couch eventually but for now this was all he felt he’d need at the moment.

When he made his way downstairs for the party he found it very hard to join in. The people didn’t look too bad. But he did feel a major discomfort since he didn’t know everyone. Something he was used to really. There were a couple of moments now and then that a flash would bother his eyes but after moving to the far corner with a cheap slice of pizza in hand and a can of soda, he felt like he could stay there for a bit and mostly observe his new neighbors. Of course he made sure to let Sue see him and thank her again for everything. But it wasn’t long after till he grew bored and tired from the long day he had. It was at eight thirty that he found his way back to his room upstairs.

NOAH PUCKERMAN

tba.

MITCHELL PUCKERMAN

She did, in fact, bring her drumsticks. And while she was doing consistent drumrolls once Audrey got drunk enough to try her hand at acrobats, she figured out a few new fun beats to try out at her set later on. Once she finally got drunk, she let really lose, and ended up going home with another resident. In the process, she ended up losing her pants.

Once intoxicated, she got into an epic staredown extravaganza with her resident arch nemesis, Quinn Fabray. The staredown progressed into a full blown argument, provoked only by Mitch giving Quinn a dirty look. With Mitch’s liquid courage and Quinn being an angry drunk, it was certainly a sight to see.

ELIZA ROSE

It was twerk city when it came to Eliza’s activity at the mixer. She, of course, pre-gamed before getting there and managed to sneak a few mini liquor bottles into the mixer via her bra. She wasn’t completely drunk, but was tipsy enough to flirt with anyone she came across. Except for Tyler. Anytime he so dared to look in Marley’s general direction he got a nasty look in response.

She was happy to spend her night with her sister who seemed to stick to her side, the two happy to quietly judge and make fun of people who were doing anything stupid. Well, it was mostly Eliza tipsily making fun of people to Marley and getting a giggle here and there from her sister. Ryder seemed to stay close by them as well and Eliza was happy to hang out with her two best friends.

MARLEY ROSE

Marley made an appearance, but decided against drinking anything other than water, which earned glares from Sue who assumed she was a lightweight (which isn’t entirely untrue). She spent time with the people who she does know, but didn’t really make any new friendships. Plus, it looked like most people weren’t there for that, anyway. One guy was there for the specific reason of hooking up with his neighbors, her roommate was drunk off her ass, and Marley felt out of place in her home.

She kept close to her sister’s side, Eliza whispering to her all the things that people were doing that made them ridiculous. She made her feel comfortable even though she was out of her element, and though she was tipsy, she was still there for Marley, which she appreciated so much.

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

Sebastian attended the event with the intent to find out if there is anyone worth banging in the building. Although Sebastian did find a few pretty faces, overall he was disgusted by Sue’s attempt to host what must be a more depressing alcoholics anonymous meeting with stale pizza and dollar store juice. He wasn’t quite sure what the theme of the party was: Sue going to Hawaii? Sue having a baby? Sure having a baby in Hawaii? Sebastian really didn’t care. The only thing he knew was that he stayed away from the cheap refreshments.

Despite his terrible attitude, Sebastian did interact with some of his neighbours and even flirted with his ad agent, Hunter. Once he had made an appearance at the party for a while, he left to hook up with some guy from Grindr.

SILAS XAVIER

Silas opted out of drinking a whole lot, instead keeping himself mostly sober in case anyone needed help getting home. He danced, he sang a little bit, but all in all he didn’t do a whole lot at the actual mixer.

After the main festivities died down, Silas retreated back to his apartment to host a little tattoo party, giving people what they want for practice. One session in particular with the one and only Kurt Hummel ended up with Kurt getting Santana’s face and the term “no ragrets” on his body. Silas, while slightly intoxicated, complied with really, no ragrets.

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