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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 4 years

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Now Put Your Hands Up

New fic!! AO3 link here

Summary: Tina and Brittany teach Burt Hummel “Single Ladies”

Missing scene in “Goodbye”

Burt Hummel liked to think he knew his son fairly well. These last couple years he felt like they were finally moving towards each other again. He’d lost Kurt after Elizabeth passed. They were both grieving. Sometimes Burt forgot that he didn’t just lose his spouse, Kurt had lost his mother. It was easy to chalk Kurt’s behavior up to grief.

The hiding in his bedroom. Exiling himself. Cooking dinner for the two of them. For the most part, doing the cleaning.

Burt missed his wife but he knew she was never coming home. Every day, he waited for a Kurt that he remembered to walk through the front door. He never came. It was always this new Kurt that Burt didn’t know how to connect with even though he tried to talk to him at dinner and when they’d watch tv together.

Then, two years ago Kurt wandered into the garage as light on his feet as ever. Burt never understood Kurt’s careful footsteps because no one could hear anything over the noises of their machines. Hell, they screamed at one another to talk shop. He remembered that conversation perfectly. When Kurt had joined glee club, Burt was disappointed it wasn’t a sports team but Kurt never was the kid to follow the norm. It had been so long since he had seen his son smile like he had when he talked about singing and dancing.

Burt chuckled when he remembered thinking Beyoncé was one of the girls in glee and Kurt had corrected him.

“No, dad, she’s, like, the biggest pop star in the world.”

As nice as this trip down memory lane was, Burt was no closer to knowing what to get Kurt for graduation. This kid was the hardest person to buy for because the only things Kurt wanted and didn’t already have were too damn expensive.

Cause as funny as it would be to see the look on Kurt’s face if Burt got Beyoncé to come to his graduation party, it just wasn’t plausible. He could already see Kurt’s jaw-dropping. But that wasn’t possible, this was a small town in Ohio and Burt could not afford her.

“Hey dad,” Kurt said, coming in through the front door.

“Hi bud, how was school? Where’s your brother?”

Kurt was sliding off his shoes.

“School was good. Tina made it through a love song without crying.”

“And Finn?”

“He left with Puck.” Kurt shrugged.

“That means we’ll have another mouth to fed at dinner,” Burt said.

“Maybe two?” Kurt questioned, already pouting hopefully. “Blaine wants to study together.”

“Yeah okay, Blaine can come over.”

“Thanks, Dad! I’m going to call him now.”

With that, Kurt went up the stairs. Burt rubbed his eyes and tried to focus again but all he could think about was Tina crying in glee club. She must’ve been so happy to sing a solo and not let a tear fall. Burt tried to remember the last time he saw her.

Feels like years but it was probably only a week or two ago. He definitely remembers the first time he met Tina. They were still at their old house. Kurt’s bedroom was in the basement because he wanted more space or something. Brittany and Tina were in those dance outfits, leotards maybe? There had been music playing. That “Single Ladies” song by Beyoncé.

Kurt had looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him. Tina and Brittany were confident and curious when Burt interrupted them.

It was at that moment, they started to understand each other again. All because of some Beyoncé song. Wait, Beyoncé!

Burt knew exactly what to get Kurt now. He just had to get some phone numbers.

***

Dinner was a short affair. Puck and Finn wanted to play video games then Blaine and Kurt wanted to study some more. Burt reminded both pairs to keep their bedroom doors cracked open. Carole laughed at his antics from the kitchen.

“Let me help you clean up,” he told her.

“You know they’re going to make out anyway, right?” she asked.

“Who’s they? Finn and Puck or Kurt and Blaine.”

Carole laughed again. “I was thinking Kurt and Blaine but you’ve got a point. Finn and Puck do act like a couple sometimes. I swore they were holding hands when they came in earlier.”

Burt smiled at her as she closed up the dishwasher and started it.

“Movie?” Carole asked.

They went into the living room. Burt sat down and put his arm around the back of the couch and Carole snuggled into his side.

“What would I have to do to get Finn to keep a secret?”

“That depends,” Carole said. “For how long and from who?”

“A week or so. It’s for Kurt.”

“I think letting him pick the next two Friday night dinners might do it. And maybe a weekend off from the shop.”

“Hard bargain.”

Carole looked up at him. “It’s worth it.”

As it turns out, Carole was right. Finn was more than willing to hide the fact that Burt needed Tina and Brittany’s phone numbers. He decided it was best to not ask Burt why and just be satisfied with choosing this week’s dinner.

Burt came across another bump in his plan. What were these two teenagers going to think about an almost 50-year-old man texting them? This was weird and kind of creepy. He shouldn’t do it but on the other hand, it was for Kurt and Finn already gave him their numbers.

Of course, Carole was at work so he couldn’t ask her advice.

Burt: Hi girls, it’s Burt Hummel. Kurt’s dad. I was hoping you two could help me out with Kurt’s graduation gift. I’d appreciate it if you could keep this from him because I want it to be a surprise.

Tina, surprisingly as it was during the school day, got back to him instantly.

Tina: Mr. Hummel, Tina here. I’d love to help. What’s the present?

Burt: I need help learning a dance routine.

Brittany: Kurt’s fabulous. I love everything he does and I love dancing. Want us to come after school to help?

Burt: I’m so thankful for both of you being willing to help out. Kurt’s out with Rachel this afternoon so it’d be great if you could meet me at the garage. I don’t want to risk him coming back early.

Wouldn’t it be a twist for Kurt to come down the basement, slightly horrified, by his father dancing to “Single Ladies” with two of his glee club friends?

Burt was going to make sure it was a surprise but on his terms, not Kurt’s.

As they said they would, the girls met him at the garage. He had cleared a spot out back for them to practice. Rehearse, the Kurt in his head corrected.

“So, what's the big number?” Tina asked.

“6.02214076 × 1023,” Brittany recited.

“What?” Burt asked.

Brittany repeated herself then said, “it’s avocado’s number.”

“Don’t you mean Avogadro’s number?” Tina corrected.

“I’m pretty sure it’s avocado.”

“Anyway,” Burt said, changing the subject, “to answer your question, Tina, it’s ‘Single Ladies’.”

“Ooo, yay! I love that one,” Brittany said, clapping.

“Let’s start with your feet placement,” Tina told Burt.

She tapped his legs and positioned him correctly. Brittany stood in front of Burt to show him the specific step and Tina stood next to him to help configure his body the right way.

In just over an hour, Burt knew the order of the steps. Now, he had to learn to be in sync with his dancemates. He tried to tell them he only needed lessons, not backup dancers but the girls insisted. The dance was simply not the same without backup.

When he got home from the shop that night, with a promise to Brittany and Tina for one final rehearsal before their performance, he caught himself humming the tune of “Single Ladies”. He assumed he was going to have to learn the words too. Brittany said it helped sometimes to use the lyrics as a guide to remember dance steps. Tina disagreed, she liked to memorize lyrics so well that it was second nature to sing while dancing. If she focused too much on the words, she’d lose her place in the dance.

His singing and humming only escalated after their second rehearsal, which Burt had totally nailed the performance on his second try. Burt made an effort to stop himself when Kurt was around not wanting to risk him asking questions. There was no doubt in Burt’s mind that Kurt would start to investigate why his father was suddenly a Beyoncé fan. He might even convince Burt to buy tickets for her next tour. As much as Burt was enjoying “Single Ladies” he had no desire to be dragged to a concert.

On the day Burt was sitting on the edge of the stage waiting for Kurt, he wasn’t nervous. This performance was going to be great. The only concern he had was whether Kurt would like it or not.

#glee #my fics #missing scene

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what-if-rpg · 3 years

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Welcome to the family, Chris! Your application to KURT HUMMEL was accepted. We’re really happy to have you around! Make sure to read the beginners checklist, and remember, have fun! We can’t wait to roleplay with you! Have fun!

IN CHARACTER

CHARACTER NAME: Kurt Elizabeth Hummel CHARACTER AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 28, May 27th OCCUPATION: Executive Vogue Editor. FACE CLAIM: Chris Colfer HOMETOWN & CITY WHERE LIVES NOW: From Lima, Ohio. Currently, New York, New York. SEXUAL ORIENTATION & GENDER: Cisgender Homosexual Male. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Separated. POSITIVE TRAITS: Caring, Romantic, Enthusiastic. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Materialistic, Judgemental and Cold. CHARACTER QUOTE/LYRIC: Fashion has no gender.

HEADCANONS

Kurt always knew he was meant for great things. When he was a boy, he loved performing. Not as much as he loved playing dress up and marrying and divorcing his power ranger, but he loved being creative. He spent his childhood trying to better himself in any way he could and while he worried about how his father might see him, it never stopped him being him.

At High School, Kurt was at his lowest point in life. He thought that coming out of the closet might have improved his life, but he was wrong. Things only got worse. He was tormented more for being out and it made him feel low. If it wasn’t for the glee club, his friends and yes, Blaine, then he would have found keeping his head above water a lot harder.

He auditioned for NYADA at the end of his senior year and didn’t get it. Come September, he left Ohio and made his way to New York to move in with Rachel and try his hand at drama school again. On the way however, he started out as an intern at Vogue, his absolute favourite job in the world. He learnt so much from Isabelle and owes her everything, literally!

Kurt was accepted into NYADA on his second attempt and eventually graduated with a glowing recommendation from the woman herself, Carmen Tibbeduex. He gained an agent fairly quickly and started out as ensemble and swings in some of Broadways biggest hits.

His true break came when he starred in Be More Chill as Jeremy Hare. The show was a hit and Kurt adored being on stage as a lead in a musical, it was a dream come true!

His home life was great, for a while. He and Blaine had a baby girl called Serena in 2016 and Kurt adores his daughter, more than anything.

When BMC came to an end, he found himself getting promoted to an Editor at Vogue. That was amazing, an absolute dream! He would take small roles on the side and fell back into ensemble at lot of the times but he adored being at Vogue. It felt like home.

Then, the unfortunate happened. Isabelle past on her job to Kurt. He became an Executive Editor at Vogue and things got busy… He left Broadway and focused on his writing career. He started getting busier and busier and suddenly… It fell apart. He didn’t have enough time for himself, never mind hs husband. It was a hard talk and an even harder decision, but they split up. They haven’t divorced because he can’t do that… It’s not fair. Why should they sign a piece of paper and divorce? He still loved Blaine and he loved Serena. But something had to give… But was it worth it?

CONNECTIONS

ELIZABETH HUMMEL & BURT HUMMEL: Kurt lost his mother to cancer when he was eight years old, but he still remembers her smile and the smell of her perfume. Though he doesn’t have a lot of memories of her, he still misses her. His father is his rock in lie. He is the most supportive and caring father he could ever hope for. Kurt stays active in his fathers life and tries to skype him every Friday night to have dinner together. CAROLE HUDSON-HUMMEL (Step-Mother): Kurt adores Carole and she is a reminder that sometimes, life gives you a second chance. He has always been able to depend on Carole in his life, she is as much of his mother as his birth mother. FINN HUDSON (Step-Brother): Kurt and Finn are brothers and while he loves Finn, he also finds himself bickering with Finn quite often. He adores Finn and is happy to have him in his life but sometimes he wishes he would think before he speaks. BLAINE ANDERSON (Ex-Husband): Kurt and Blaine separated around Oct 2018 due to irreconcilable differences. At least that is what it is officially. Kurt was getting too busy and never had time for Blaine anymore, however, there is still love between them through the things they experienced together. They are now divorced and have joint custody of their daughter - Serena. She will be three from July 2019. Kurt hopes they can still be friends for the sake of their daughter. Kurt and Blaine are not officially divorced yet as papers never got signed. Maybe there could one day be something? MERCEDES JONES & RACHEL BERRY (Best Friends): Two of his best friends. He loves them both but he definitely see’s Rachel as more of a sister. A sister he could strangle but a sister. Mercedes, he loves with all of his heart and she is definitely his best friend.

#Kurt Hummel #Accepted #Glee RP #Glee RPG #RP #RPG

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forabeatofadrum · 4 years

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Myosotis discolor (a Myosotis sylvatica story)

Summary: When your world burns to the ground and crashes down, you sometimes have to laugh. Burt Hummel would know. After all, he’s been there before. You’d think that third time’s the charm.

A Myosotis sylvatica story.

Notes: This is an angsty story about Burt in the Myosotis sylvatica story. You do not need to read the main story in order to understand it, but it is recommended. This idea got stuck in my head and I just couldn’t let go of it. Enjoy.

AO3

Read Myosotis sylvatica here.

1. 2001

Two officers are standing in front of him and Burt knows it’s bad when they both take off their caps.

“Burt Hummel?” one of them asks.

Burt nods. The next thing he knows, he’s being told that his wonderful wife, the love of his life, has died.

No. This is not happening. This cannot be happening. Elizabeth cannot be dead. The universe is playing a game and this must be a bad joke. Elizabeth would never leave him like that. They have a meeting with Kurt’s teacher tomorrow, which Elizabeth hates. They have reservations at this nice Greek restaurant for the weekend. Elizabeth wouldn’t pass an opportunity to eat Greek food. They have so many plans, so much to do, a lot to see...

No.

When Burt starts to laugh, the officers exchange a look.

“Sir, do you want to talk to-”

But Burt’s laughter cuts them off. This joke is too bad for words. He laughs, because as long as he laughs, he won’t cry. He does not cry. He will not cry. He cannot cry.

Burt does not want to cry, because that would mean admitting that this isn’t a joke and that his wife is no longer with him.

So he laughs.

“Oh God, no, sorry!” he says through his laughter, “This is just too ridiculous. Of course, Lizzie decides to leave the world before a stupid teachers’ conference.”

The officers look sympathetic and they stay silent while Burt keeps laughing, until reality catches up and the laughter slowly dies out.

“... daddy?”

Burt’s eyes widen and the two officers look alarmed when they look behind Burt to see a little 8 year old boy standing there.

“What is going on?” Kurt says and he sounds sleepy. It’s way past his bed time. He wanted to stay awake to wait for his mother to come home.

This is not a joke.

2. 2013

Family means everything to Burt Hummel. After the loss of his first wife, it felt like he’d never be happy again. There would always be a part missing. Kurt, Burt... but no Elizabeth.

And then he met Carole, and Burt started to believe in love again. He believed that there was going to be a second chance. Carole would never replace Elizabeth, since she’s simply irreplaceable, but she mended the wounds that Elizabeth’s death had left.

When Finn and Carole moved in, the house was more lively. Add Rachel and Sam and the many, many other visitors and the house was never completely silent. Finn and Carole brought new life and hope and Kurt and Burt couldn’t be happier. They were happy together, but now there was even more happiness.

Finn and Kurt obviously move on. Little boys grow old, but even with Kurt in New York and Finn at the dorms, nothing could ever break this new form of reality and content.

And then Carole gets the call.

When Burt starts to laugh, there’s a strange feeling of déjà vu. The irony wasn’t funny when Elizabeth died and it isn’t funny now, but Burt laughs and laughs and laughs while Carole is crying in his arms. She understands why he laughs, because once again, the universe is creating an elaborate joke.

Laughing once again means ignoring reality.

Finn cannot be dead. He’s only nineteen! He just started college! He has so much to live for!

But reality catches up and the laughter slowly dissolves into sobs and Burt and Carole hold each other as they cry. Little boys do not always grow old.

3. 2027

“Yeah, okay. Kurt has amnesia. Yesterday, I found him lying on the kitchen floor, so I took him to the hospital. He thinks he’s nineteen years old and that it’s 2012. Apart from that, he is completely fine.”

Blaine’s words wash over Burt. Kurt and amnesia?

If this situation were logical, then Burt would ask questions. What does this mean? Is this pernament? What has caused this? Is he safe? Does Burt need to fly to New York? How is Blaine handling this?

But instead of thinking about asking those questions, Burt gets reminded of the time that Kurt and Elizabeth were watching this terrible romcom about amnesia. Burt doesn’t know why he’s thinking about that now or why he even remembers that in the first place, but the words of a 5 years old Kurt are ringing through his head.

“Mama, if I ever lose my memories, please make sure that I still wear nice clothes!”

Burt wants to ask if Kurt is wearing nice clothes, but instead, he barks out a laugh.

He laughs.

And laughs.

Because he would cry if he doesn’t.

After all, that’s why he always laughs when his world gets turned upside down. It’s an absolutely terrible thing to realise that your life has been completely upended and that nothing might be the same.

Burt would know. It’s happened to him before. Twice.

The universe keeps hating on Burt Hummel, but there’s one light at the end of the tunnel: no one is dead. Kurt is still alive and when Burt explains why he started laughing, he can hear his son chuckle. Kurt is still here, but not in the way he’s supposed to be.

Burt takes it for what it is.

End notes: #burthummelneedsahug2027

The most difficult part about this story was choosing the forget-me-not species for the title. There are a lot. I eventually took myosotis discolor, since it is commonly referred to as changing forget-me-not. It’s fitting since Burt’s life keeps changing and on a sadder note: I can imagine his world losing colour every time it gets turned upside down. There are a lot of myosotis species, so if I ever decide to write more drabbles in this universe, I’ll have enough titles.

#klaine advent 2019 #glee #holy fuck I wrote #2020 #klaineadvent #klaine advent #drabble

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hqbackstage · 4 years

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THE COSTUMER — KURT HUMMEL

AGE: 27 (May 27th).

HOMETOWN: Mason City, IA.

IDENTITY: Cismale (he/him), homosexual/demisexual.

SELECTED CREDITS: The Red Year (Off Broadway, 2015), Sound of Music (regional production, 2016), Victor/Victoria (national tour, 2016), the first ever LGBT production of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf (Off Broadway, 2017), Extinct (Broadway, 2018).

CASTING CALL

The Producer – They met back in their university days, in a dingy Manhattan bar frequented by numerous different colleges. They’ve been friends ever since, and have been sharing an apartment in the theatre district for the last three years. The Producer recommended the Costumer for the position, presenting their portfolio to the rest of the team and stressing their friend’s reliability and creativity. It’s great fun to be working on a production together, but there is an element of friction now they’re spending so many hours a day together.

The Leading Man – It’s embarrassing, but the Costumer met the Leading Man on their last job, and fell deeply, desperately in love. Well – they had a crush, at least. The Costumer is pretty sure that the Leading Man can’t have been that oblivious, but the Leading Man never felt like his suspicions were totally confirmed. They’re good friends now, though – despite the many romantic comedies the Costumer imagined them starring in together.

The Female Understudy – When it comes to the cast, the Costumer tries to stay out of the drama, and spending time with the Female Understudy is the best way to do that. She’s nowhere near as emotional or explosive as some of their colleagues, and the Costumer finds that refreshing. They’ve found refuge in each other’s more drama free personalities, and now make sure to meet up for regular brunch dates to get all their cast gossip out in a safe space (with mimosas).

THE FIRST ACT

Kurt was born in Mason City, Iowa, and raised in nearby Nora Springs. His mother, Elizabeth, was an elementary school art teacher while his father, Burt, ran his own auto shop. His happiest childhood memory is sitting in his mom’s lap, gazing curiously at the pictures in her fashion magazine. He can easily recall these moments with his mom, perhaps because there are so few others. Elizabeth died suddenly when Kurt was only eight years old. Burt quickly stepped up, doing his best to be everything Kurt would need. While it was clear the two men had very little in common, Burt still came to every backyard tea party Kurt invited him to and tried to help Kurt plan weddings for his Power Rangers.

As the years went on, Kurt withdrew more. Due to financial and scheduling issues, he was forced to quit ballet and say goodbye to the friends he had made at the studio. This would have been more manageable if he had any friends at school. Instead, he was constantly bullied for how much he stood out. Kurt escaped into his hobbies; he taught himself how to sew and joined community theater. Playing a character on stage pulled him out of his own life and let him be someone else, while fashion helped him express who he was while simultaneously hiding his insecurities. Within a few years, Kurt was sewing most of his own clothes and had been in over a dozen community productions.

Outside his hobbies, his quality of life continued to deteriorate with his entry into high school. The members of the football team were merciless, but it was a specific jock who made Kurt feel completely cut off from his peers. His first kiss was taken by surprise, followed by the words ‘If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you’. Already isolated and unable to remember what happiness felt like, Kurt’s thoughts turned to hurting himself. Nobody noticed how miserable he was, would anyone care if he was gone? He didn’t audition for the Christmas community theater production he’d been excited for, and quickly lost weight from the stress he was under. After a few long and painful weeks, Burt started to realize something was very wrong. Once he became involved, everything changed dramatically and quickly. The football player was expelled and Kurt began seeing a therapist. His mood began to improve and in the winter he auditioned for, and was cast in, the spring school musical. He quickly made friends with other members of drama club, who encouraged him to join the choir program as well. Suddenly, Kurt was excited about going to school and spending most of his day involved in music and drama.

-unior year, Kurt started to seriously consider what his future would look like. One thing was for certain, he was leaving miles of cornfields behind in favor of The Big Apple. He wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to go into musical theater or fashion design, but he knew that his first choice school was a tie between the New York Academy of Dramatic Acting and Parson’s School of Design. Traveling to New York to visit colleges left him more sure that he needed to be in the city, but less sure about what he should do when he got there. He toured several campuses, including NYU’s Tisch School of Arts. Although he hadn’t looked into their programs, he was in New York and it was a famous arts school, so it seemed worth his time to check out. This was when he first saw the university offered a costume design major. Kurt wasn’t sure why he didn’t think of it sooner, it was an obvious choice that combined both of the lives he wanted flawlessly. He liked the campus and loved the location it was in, and so Tisch was quickly added to the list of schools he needed to apply for. After throwing in a few safety schools (all of which were in New York, of course), Kurt waited to hear back from the colleges.

The first school to contact him was NYADA - a rejection letter. Kurt was heartbroken, and his anxiety spiked as he waited to hear from the other colleges. What if none of them wanted him? Would he have to work at his dad’s garage for the rest of his life? When his letter from Parson’s came, he was so nervous he made his dad open it for him. ‘You’re in, Kurt’!’ Burt told him before pulling him into a hug and getting emotional about Kurt’s future. NYU was next, sending another acceptance letter. Kurt now had a choice, and after a lot of back and forth decided on costume design. Kurt worried he would regret his decision, but quickly began looking forward to the next chapter in his life. He was giving up his anticipated collection launch at Paris Fashion Week, but it would be in favor of one day winning a Tony, and maybe even an Academy Award.

After making plans to move to New York, Kurt’s senior year of high school passed quicker than he ever could have anticipated. The next thing he knew, he was moving into a dorm in Greenwich Village and preparing for his first day of college. He excelled in his classes, and held down a summer internship at vogue.com. During college, he found work doing costumes anywhere that would give him experience. Theater was about connections and Kurt enjoyed a challenge, so he never turned a production down. After graduation, he continued working and using his contacts to do bigger and better shows. In the four years since graduating college, Kurt’s most notable credits include a couple off-Broadway shows, a regional tour, and one Broadway show that enjoyed modest success. After talking with his roommate, who was producing the new musical, Voice, Kurt was soon brought on to the production as the costume designer.

#glee rp #rp #skeleton rp #rpg #roleplay #roles.#taken.

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joie-university-rp · 4 years

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Dear KURT HUMMEL,

It is with great pleasure we invite you admission to Joie University! Welcome to the Thunderclap family!

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Congratulations, KEN! Please be sure to check the New Members’ Checklistand send in your character’s account within 24 hours from now. We cannot wait to see all that you will bring to this roleplay! We love you already!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias; pronouns: Ken, he/him

Age, Timezone: 22, PST

Activity, short explanation: Open/semi-open; I am between jobs at the moment and currently hunting, which leaves plenty of free time. Even when I job is found, I do expect to be very active.

Ships: Kurt/Men (Let the roleplay take it’s course!)

Anti-Ships: Kurt/Women

Triggers: None. If something that could be triggering to others may happen in the relationship or plotline, a warning would be nice, but most of the time, I’ll say yes to a potentially triggering plotline (ex. Non-con, assault, etc.)

Preferred photo for Character’s ID: https://p1.hiclipart.com/preview/308/595/640/chris-colfer-png-clipart-thumbnail.jpg

Anything else: It has been a while since my last Glee Rp, and this is my hope of getting back into it. Please be patient with me, thank you!

IC INFORMATION:

Full Name: Kurt Elizabeth Hummel

FC: Chris Colfer

Age/Year at University: 22 years old, and a junior

Birth date: May 27, 1997

Hometown: Lima, Ohio

Gender/Pronouns: Male, he/him

Sexuality: Homosexual

Major(s): Directing

Minor(s) [optional]: Fashion Design

Housing request: Sylvester single apartment 141

Extracurriculars: Film Club Vice President

Greek Life Affiliation: None.

CHARACTER PROFILE:

This is not Kurt’s first time in college. He attempted a performing arts school in New York City, but quickly learned actual performing arts was nothing like his little hometown Glee Club. Although he enjoyed the stage, and still envies the lights and the applause, he found his home on the other side of the production; directing. After a year off from education al-together to work, he gathered enough money to support completing his degree elsewhere- at Joie, as a junior. This is his second year enrolled in Joie, and he plans to continue till he receives his Masters in Directing.

Kurt was engaged, once. He never mentions to who anymore, or why it didn’t work out, but the timeline matches his decision to quit his previous school. It was messy, and he hasn’t tried dating since then. Those closest to him can also note this was the last he was known to sing, in front of anyone. Whoever left him, or whoever he pushed away, seemed to take his love of song with them.

During the year he was away from his first college (and leaving his fiancée), Kurt earned his liquor license and worked in bars all over New York. He nearly cut all ties with his friends from Lima, moving into his own apartment, and rediscovering what it meant to be himself, separate of where he came from or who he was with. His re-emergence at Joie University was the first many from his ‘past life’, as he called it, has seen him.

Kurt developed a small addiction to tattoos. He got his first during a drunken blunder; it ended up misspelled. He had it covered with a small light-blue Christmas ornament, for his mother’s love of the holiday. The moment it healed, he was already looking into getting more. Something about the vibration of the needle-gun was enticing to him, and the lasting meaning on his skin was the solid ground he had been missing. He now has the ornament for his mother, a canary in a cage on his left upper-arm, and a small pentagram behind his left ear, just for fun. He got all of these in less than a year and a half.

Kurt completed one short film on his own, with help from some of the students at his first college. It was a small narrative piece about a man that falls asleep on an empty subway train over and over, and each time he wakes up, someone knew is sitting across from him. Past loves, the mother and father, siblings, a baby-sitter, even the family dog that magically talks. The piece ends with the man getting off the train, having dealt with his personal demons, off to live his life leaving his regrets on that subway train. Kurt did not star in the piece, but his voice is all over the script.

STUDENT CENSUS SURVEY:

What made you want to attend Joie University? The allure of true education mixed with an emphasis on freedom of expression. The flowing curriculum makes deciding one’s future easier than at other schools, and with the chaos becoming an adult can bring, that kind of freedom is a perfect fit for me. That, and this was one of the few colleges that would accept the credits I earned from my previous school and allowed me to continue my degree where I had left off.

What are at least 3 positive or neutral and at least 3 negative traits that you believe you possess? I am very resourceful, moderately-to-extremely creative, and brutally honest. I am the first to point out my own flaws, so this is easy; I don’t let go of grudges, and will lie to make it seem I have. I’m a control freak when stressed. And I am… brutally honest. I’m told I have a ‘tone problem’ and my honesty can come across as bitchy.

Which of your traits do you value most? My need to be creative. I’m not sure what I’d do with my time if I wasn’t making something, doing something, engaging with something. It’s not ADHD, I just love creating.

How can that trait benefit the University (or its student body) as a whole? I typically hold open castings for whatever projects I’m working on, providing paid (Yes, everyone I hire, I pay) experience, and if it goes well, a potential resume point for fellow students and myself.

What do you hope to gain from your experience at JU? The complete, untainted college experience. Something to make up for lost time. Maybe reconnect with some old friends, maybe not. A new beginning, most importantly.

What is a quote or song lyric that describes you? “Help me to decide. Help me make the most, Of freedom and of pleasure. Nothing ever lasts forever.” -Tears for Fears, ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’

#Accepted

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hummelinthenorth-archive · 5 years

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HOLY SHIT IS THAT [ CHRIS COLFER ]?! Oh, wait it’s just [ KURT HUMMEL ]. Damn, [ HE/HIM ] looks good for [ 26 ], good thing that they’re [ HOMOSEXUAL ], I might have a chance. I hear that they call them the [ BROADWAY FASHIONISTA ] of the [ NORTH SIDE ]. I guess that’s because they’re [ SARCASTIC ] and [ STUBBORN ]. But I don’t think a lot of people know that they’re also [ DEVOTED ] and [ PASSIONATE ].

01. BASICS

Full Name: Kurt Elias Hummel

Nickname: He doesn’t really have many nicknames to be honest; people used to call him ‘Porcelain’ in high school, but that doesn’t really bother him much anymore

Sex/Gender: Male

Birthday: May 4th

Age: 26

Astrological Sign: Taurus

Occupation: Actor, Singer, Photographer

Spoken Languages: English, French, ASL

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Birthplace: Riverdale, MA; Northside

Relationship status: Single

02. PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: His hair color varies from dark to light brown depending on whether he’s in the sun or not; he wears it cut short and well-coiffed

Eye Color: Glasz

Face Claim: Chris Colfer

Height: 5′11

Weight: 163 lb

Tattoos: Three, small stars on inside of his left wrist

Piercings: None

Unique Attributes: Small scar just above his left collar bone; his ‘countertenor’ singing voice; his eyes

Defining Gestures/Movements: He cracks his neck a lot more than he probably should

Posture: Healthy; sits up and strands straight

03. PERSONALITY TRAITS

Pet Peeves: People who interrupt, bullies, homophobia, people who walk slow, overly confident people

Hobbies/Interests: acting (though this is his occupation, it’s also a hobby he loves), cooking, fashion design, singing, dancing, reading, drawing

Special Skills/Abilities: His singing voice is definitely one of the most unique things about him; he also fluently speaks French

Likes: Broadway, Harry Potter, cooking, sex, fashion, animals, singing, dancing, spending time with his friends, NYC

Dislikes: Ignorance, homophobia, bullies, people who are mean for no reason

Insecurities: He has a fear of failure and not being good enough, despite the success he has managed to achieve

Quirks/Eccentricities: Knows how to use sai swords, can’t sleep without some sort of background noise

Strengths: consistent, resilient, reliable, honest (to a point), devoted, responsible, versatile

Weaknesses: can be a bit manipulative, stubborn as hell, snarky, a little blunt at times

Speaking Style: Depends on who he’s talking to; generally, he’s articulate, though a little rambly at times (especially when he's talking about something he's passionate about)

Temperament: He tends to keep his head in most things, though there are certain things that immediately set him off; overall, he is a generally happy person

04. FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Burt Hummel (father), Elizabeth Hummel (mother), Aaron Hummel (adopted brother)

How do they feel about their family? coming soon

How does their family feel about them? coming soon

Pets: None as of right now; in New York, he wasn’t home enough to take care of a pet even though he really wanted one. He has no plans to move home to Riverdale, but when he finally does (and we all know he will) he’s going to invest in finally getting himself a furry little family member.

Where do they live? He owns a small one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn, but he lives at home in Riverdale while his father is healing/in the hospital.

Description of their home: Neat, organized, open. Many bookshelves.

Description of their bedroom: Airy and open. Many earthy colors. King-sized bed that takes up a good portion of his bedroom, though he also has a walk-in closet for all of his clothing. Part of his living room serves as a work-space for creating and designing his own clothes, which he does in his spare time.

05. THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert?

Optimist or Pessimist?

Leader or Follower?

Confident or Self-Conscious? A little of both, depending on the situation.

Cautious or Careless?

Religious or Secular?

Passionate or Apathetic?

Book Smarts or Street Smarts? That being said, he also knows how to pick a lock and can defend himself in a fight

Compliments or Insults? Bit of both, truthfully

Pajamas or Lingerie? Bottoms only, but only in the winter; otherwise, naked

06. FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Dark green

Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: Anything he considers to be fashionable; he is almost always sharply dressed unless he’s at home without anyone to see him. At home, he’s usually in sweats and a loose-fitting shirt.

Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: Anything and everything Broadway, Pop, Top 40′s, R&B, Jazz, Piano, Violin, Classical; honestly, he has a fairly wide taste in music

Favorite Movies: Romance, Comedy, RomCom, Horror as long as he’s not alone

Favorite Books: Harry Potter, anything dystopian, mystery novels; honestly, he’ll read anything that keeps his attention

Favorite Foods/Drinks: Pizza; red wine.

Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: He’s not much of a fan of sports, but he can follow if someone else he’s interested in has interest

Favorite Time of Day: Early Morning

Favorite Weather/Season: Fall

Favorite Animal: Penguins

07. MISCELLANEOUS

Fears/Superstitions: coming soon

Political Views: Liberal

Addictions: Coffee. Tea. Britain.

Best School Subject: Languages (English & French); he taught himself ASL

Worst School Subject: Maths

School Clubs/Sports: He played football for a few months in an attempt to fit in, but that was the extent of his high school athletic career. He broke his arm during a game once, and he was done.

How does he get money? Through his acting jobs. He’s also a secretary at Vogue.com

How is he with technology? Very adept.

08. PAST & FUTURE

Fondest Memory: Making Christmas dinner with his mother the first year Aaron was adopted

Deepest, Darkest Secret: When the casting director for The Book of Mormon hit on him after auditions, he caved and slept with the man to give himself an upper hand to finally get on the big stage. He was upset (mainly with himself) when the man cast him as Elder McKinley instead of Elder Price like he had promised, but he accepted the role regardless. Kurt dated the casting director for a very short time after this, in an attempt to ease his own uneasiness with what he’d done, but it didn’t work out.

Dream Vacation: France

Best thing that has ever happened to this character: Moving to New York and making a life for himself.

Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: His mother dying

What do they want to be when they grow up? A successful Broadway star as well as the owner of a successful fashion line

Perfect Date: A nice dinner (home cooked or in a restaurant), walking under the stars to get to know each other; he also wouldn’t object if it ended in sex, though it doesn’t have to.

09. HIGHLIGHTS OF HIS LIFE

Growing up in Riverdale wasn’t a picnic, but he knew that there were others who had much more difficult lives than he had

He had always been closer to his mother than his father, emulating her in many ways (including adopting some of her habits and passions as his own), and when she passed away it absolutely devastated him. He didn’t speak for nearly two weeks, and when he did he would only speak to his family. It took a few more months and much more therapy before Kurt finally started returning to his old self.

His father was and is unaware, but after Aaron ran away when Kurt was 17, he has kept close contact with his brother on a fairly regular basis; he doesn’t agree with the way Burt treats Aaron. Kurt might not understand Aaron’s desire to be in a gang or put himself in dangerous situations, but he also knows his brother wouldn’t be involved in anything he couldn’t handle. In the last year or so, he hasn’t been able to talk to him for as long as he would like because of his own busy schedule (employed as a secretary at Vogue.com as well as auditioning for shows), but he still makes sure to carve out time in his schedule to keep tabs on his little brother.

Being the son of the Sheriff didn’t exactly make him popular in high school, but he didn’t let the bullies stop him from being himself. That being said, after a particularly hard year being bullied in his Junior year - he spent much of his Senior year keeping to himself. He didn’t voice his opinions as much, but he instead chose to set his sights on his future. New York City and the New York Academy for the Dramatic Arts. Auditions for the prestigious school were brutal, with only fifteen people around the country being accepted to the program he wanted each semester, but Kurt was over the top excited when he received his acceptance letter.

In the eight years since leaving Riverdale in his rear view, Kurt has truly come into himself. In recent years, all his hard work has finally started to pay off, and he’s managed to make a name for himself in the Broadway circuits. It took him a bit, but Kurt finally managed to land a leading role for himself in the Broadway show Newsies, where he’s been playing the role of Davey. Before this show, all of his roles had been in Off-Broadway productions, ranging from extras to leading roles.

As much as he loves New York and Broadway, though, when Kurt received the call in the middle of the night that his father was in the ICU at Riverdale General, having suffered a massive heart attack, he put his life on pause and came home to Riverdale to help take care of him.

#gdhqintro #// so this took forever. apologies.#[ kurt rel ]

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ghoulishboyhummel · 5 years

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HOLY SHIT IS THAT [ AVAN JOGIA ]?! Oh, wait it’s just [ AARON HUMMEL ]. Damn, [ HE ] looks good for [ 22 ], good thing that they’re [ BISEXUAL ], I might have a chance. I hear that they call them the [ MISCREANT ] of the [ SOUTH SIDE ]. I guess that’s because they’re [ SELFISH ] and [ DISRUPTIVE ]. But I don’t think a lot of people know that they’re also [ CHARISMATIC ] and [ PROTECTIVE ]. Can’t wait to see what kind of trouble [ LOGAN/25/CST ] will bring.

01. BASICS

Full Name: Aaron James Hummel

Nickname: A, A A Ron, Assron, Hummel, Ghoulie King, Ronny {no longer in use}

Sex/Gender: Cismale

Birthday: October 31st, 1996

Age: 22

Astrological Sign: Scorpio

Occupation: Stripper at the Ho Zone

Spoken Languages: English and ASL

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Birthplace: Greendale

Relationship status: Single

02. PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Black, shoulder length, occasionally in a ponytail.

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Face Claim: Avan Jogia

Height: 5′10

Weight: 168lbs.

Tattoos: Ghoulie tattoo on his left forearm

Piercings: Both earlobes and helix on his right ear

Unique Attributes: Birthmark on his back

Defining Gestures/Movements: He cracks his knuckles pretty often

Posture: Shitty

03. PERSONALITY TRAITS

Pet Peeves: People who walk slow and snitches.

Hobbies/Interests: Filming and guitar playing

Special Skills/Abilities: Sneaky

Likes: Onion rings, drinking, parties, spicy food, messing around on his guitar, getting gifts

Dislikes: Being wrong, Burt Hummel, vegetables, tea

Insecurities: Being given up at age 5

Quirks/Eccentricities: Aaron messes with his hair a lot

Strengths: Persistent, persuasive, clever, confident

Weaknesses: Stubborn, selfish, and rude

Speaking Style: Bored but casual

Temperament: He can go from 0-100 real quick, it’s pretty easy to set him off.

04. FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Burt Hummel (Adoptive Father), Elizabeth Hummel (Adoptive Mother), Kurt Hummel (Adoptive Brother)

How do they feel about their family? Aaron loved Elizabeth and always will, Burt and him don’t get along though. Ever since he ran away, their conversations have only been between a gang member and the Sheriff of Riverdale. With Kurt, he always claimed to hate him along with any other Northsider, but he loves his older brother and always enjoys talking to him.

How does their family feel about them? Elizabeth and him were very close, Burt wishes his son would stop being a gang leader and come home, but he’s starting to be past that point. Kurt and him get along really well

Pets: None, he’s considered getting a cat but doesn’t really have the time to take care of one.

Where do they live? Southside apartment

Description of their home: One Bedroom apartment. Very, VERY, cluttered, Aaron has never seen a broom in his life. Dishes are seldom in the cupboards, usually just stacked in the sink and he’ll rinse them to use from there.

Description of their bedroom: Messy. He has a guitar stand with a guitar near his bed, often there are empty liquor bottles around.

05. THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert?

Optimist or Pessimist?

Leader or Follower?

Confident or Self-Conscious?

Cautious or Careless?

Religious or Secular?

Passionate or Apathetic?

Book Smarts or Street Smarts?

Compliments or Insults?

Pajamas or Lingerie?

06. FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: He wears his Ghoulie jacket most of the time. He dresses fairly casual, jeans, and old black boots.

Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: A lot of classic rock, ACDC, Led Zepplin, Queen, that kind of thing

Favorite Movies: The Shining, The Sixth Sense, Get Out, Seven, Silence of the Lambs, Black Swan, really any horror movie. Documentaries, especially ones about serial killers, and secretly, he does like Mamma Mia

Favorite Books: Historical fiction, i.e, The Book Thief

Favorite Foods/Drinks: Pizza, wine, and onion rings

Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: N/A

Favorite Time of Day: Morning

Favorite Weather/Season: Winter

Favorite Animal: Elephant.

07. MISCELLANEOUS

Fears/Superstitions: He’s afraid that he’s holding onto resentment for parents that really did want him but circumstances got the best of everyone. Also ghosts

Political Views: Anarchist

Addictions: Alcohol, it’s better than it used to be but he’s still a mess

Best School Subject: History

Worst School Subject: Math

School Clubs/Sports: Being one of the school sluts

How does he get money? Working at the Ho Zone as a stripper

How is he with technology? Fairly decent

08. PAST & FUTURE

Fondest Memory: Getting adopted

Deepest, Darkest Secret: During a fight when he was 20, he beat some Southside asshole to a pulp and left him in some alley behind a bar. The next night he realized he had no idea if the guy ever made it or not. Aaron might have some unknown guys blood on his hands and he has no idea.

Dream Vacation: Bahamas

Best thing that has ever happened to this character: Meeting the Ghoulies after he ran away from the Hummels at 14.

Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: Bio parents giving him up and Elizabeth dying

What do they want to be when they grow up? Secretly, a director in Hollywood

Perfect Date: A bed and wine, movies optional.

09. HEADCANONS

Aaron spent a year at the orphanage in Greendale after his mother and father dropped them off there. He only had one best friend the entire time he was there, Jason, but he got adopted a few months before Aaron did.

It was love at first sight with Elizabeth and Aaron. He immediately hung off of every word she spoke, and he couldn’t have asked for a better mother. He liked Kurt and Burt too, was excited to have an older brother to look up to.

Elizabeth’s death a year after hit Aaron hard. He felt as though he was losing another family, scared Burt would bring him back to the orphanage. Of course that didn’t happen and Burt did his best for the boys, picking up more shifts at the station, leaving Kurt, though still young, in a leadership role around home.

When Burt was promoted to Sheriff, Aaron was 14 and things were already tough between them at home, constantly butting heads and fighting, so Aaron decided to grab his belongings and leave in the middle of the night, not knowing where he’d end up. This was the last night he would have spoken to his father without the uniform.

Despite that Aaron claimed to all the Ghoulies and any other Southsiders who’d listen that he hated the Northside, he kept in contact with his brother in secret. Sure, he hated Burt, but Kurt was his brother and he probably needed him. He was the closest thing to his mom he’d ever have.

Aaron was a school slut during high school, he had no interest in trying when it came to doing his classwork and he barely graduated, not that he really cared.

#gdhqintro

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pixiealtaira · 5 years

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I was tagged by @chocoholicannanymous to post the first lines of the last ten fics I wrote...on. They all were WIPs..all of them. It might be a bit embarrassing to admit that this doesn’t even make a dent in the WIPs in progress. Nope...not a dent.

I realize I tend to long first paragraphs often, so I went with between 3 and 6 lines...

Pretty much nothing as a name...so I’ll refer to it by the title of the doc.

So, with our further fluffiery...from what I worked on latest to ten back....

1) Modeling AU ---glee WIP

Santana, Rachel and Kurt were filling the condiment bottles and chatting as they watched while the group of 4 singing wait staff finished their last song. Or rather Rachel and Santana were chatting and Kurt was trying to ignore them while not letting them know he was ignoring them, or at least not letting Rachel know he was ignoring them. He wasn’t incredibly happy with anyone that moment, although he was at a better place with Santana than with Rachel. It could have been because he and Santana had had it out a bit earlier so the air was partially cleared, but not cleared enough for him to be helping her chat with Rachel.

2) NaNoWriMo 2017 ---- glee wip, also second part to the story above but nano wants new works...so I made it one (this year nano was a failure...ended up with too much family drama going on and the son was a senior in highschool)

Kurt Hummel trudged into the costume workshop attached to the theater department at NYU. He wasn’t sure Rosie, who he was supposed to meet up with was even there yet, as it was ridiculous o’clock in the morning, but the back entrance door was open so he figured someone responsible was inside.

“hello?” Kurt called out.

“In the room with the sewing machines, back right hand door.” Kurt heard yelled back to him.

3) NaNoWriMo 2016 ------glee wip...again this year of nano was a failure...but that was because I was sick for most of it

The summer after Blaine’s massive meltdown and tantrum and the subsequent break-up was looking to be…difficult. Horrid. Soul crushing. Kurt saw no relief from it. There was no one to ease the feeling that somehow he was solely to blame. He had no one to talk to, really. Artie blamed Kurt and wouldn’t give him the time of day. He was the only one still in New York City. He hadn’t heard from Elliot or Dani since before he was bashed back in February…he remembered asking about why he hadn’t and getting a vague brushing off and then the bashing happened and then every moment was focused on Blaine again…making sure he wasn’t feeling inadequate or ignored. And no body at work spoke with him, at least not at the diner.

4) CM-Glee cross --------Criminal minds Glee crossover WIP...I am determined to finish this and it’s companion fic...I will...at some point

If one had asked, which of course no one ever did, Spencer Reid would have actually told that anyone who’d asked that he would have rather been anywhere else than where he was. He’d have liked to have had the opportunity to give some input, to have some options! Yes, he’d had some …issues, especially when things were dealing with teens, but it wasn’t like everyone else he worked with had always done everything exactly right each and every time either. (Morgan and any pretty women they worked with in any way shape or form…for example. Hotch stopped Spencer from talking before he got that pointed out though.) These weren’t even really teens, for the most part…at least not high school students. Out of the six deaths, only one was a student. Spencer did not see the reason Hotch had stared at him the whole time he gave his lecture on not letting themselves get too emotionally involved. Nor did he see why HE and HE alone had been left at the police station when they arrived. He was actually an agent, for Pete’s sake.

5)nanowrimo 2013 ------glee and criminal minds crossover WIP...yes you read that date right,however this ficis over 80000 words and I think could be finished quickly if I could just get past one fricking scene

After Kurt’s summer from hell, Kurt Hummel had hoped that things would be better for the school year, or at least the same things wouldn’t be bad. He was really tired of the repetition of misery that was his life lately. However, when it came down to it, school had been going just like it had the year before. Granted, he’d only been tossed into the dumpster once so far. (He suspected it was because he was harder to toss this year after putting on a few inches in height.) However, the locker slams had become brutal again and slushies were still a routine.

6) why Kurt speaks fluent french ----I suck at titles. Glee WIP. Somehow half what was written for this got lost...on some hard drive or flash drive was another 5000 to 10000 words, but I have not been able to find it so we spent a bit over the summer rewriting.

Elizabeth Hummel looked around the parking lot of Hill Side Elementary School, and wondered once again where the hill that she’d figured it was named after actually was. It certainly wasn’t anywhere near the school. False advertising…that ought to be a good reason not to have Kurt go to there, although she was pretty certain her husband would disagree. Elizabeth hated the school. She had hated it from the start, really…from the moment they got the letter in the mail that told them that due to the schools nearest them being under construction still and the next closest school being under renovation and so only being able to house half the students it generally did…her child was slated to go to Hill Side.

7) Kurtoberfest day 16 holiday recipes --- WIP, almost done, maybe, au where Finn is alive

Kurt remembers the day Finn Hudson’s career path was chosen. Finn had come to New York to ‘hang’ with his brother and sneer at Rachel and torment Santana. (Ok, Finn said he’d come to hang with Kurt, but he spent more time sneering at Rachel and tormenting Santana than hanging with Kurt, to the point of refusing to go site seeing to places Finn had wanted to see in favor of bugging the girls.) Kurt and Finn had been watching old comedies waiting for Rachel to get back so Finn could bug her when Kurt switched from Sister Act to Kindergarten Cop. Finn had never seen Kindergarten Cop. Kurt was frankly dumbfounded about that fact, seriously. Kindergarten Cop was like a staple of movie viewing. Finn watched Kindergarten Cop with an intensity that Kurt had only ever seen him give to 45 buck steaks and a basketball ball game on TV once that Finn had bet 300 dollars on. Finn didn’t even notice when Rachel came stomping into the loft and then left again.

8)Kurtoberfest prompt 17 harry potter au ---glee and HP crossover

When Harry Potter left Britain, and the wizarding world, he decided to run to someplace he could get lost in. He beat dear old Voldie, he’d won the damned war for them, and all he got from it was fits from people who didn’t like how he did it…he should have used magic, not non-magical means and he certainly shouldn’t have used a snake to help…and proof of just how manipulative certain people had been in his life, which thankfully the goblins had helped him with after he proved to them he did not sign anything giving anyone means to form marriage and partnership contracts with anyone. Half the Weasley’s weren’t talking to him, and he was fine with that after finding out that Ginny had been feeding him love potions because he wasn’t responding the way she wanted and that Dumbledore had sold him off to her mom, essentially in trade for her pledging the aid of all her children to Dumbledore’s cause. He also didn’t appreciate that Dumbledore had promised Harry’s magic to the ministry in exchange for the ministry turning a blind eye to certain things Dumbledore had done…like sealing his parents wills with no authority to do so.

9) Severus Snape meets a Small Harry What If ----Harry PotterWIP one of like 8 with this name in my WIP folder. This one has a big harry and a small harry and is a bit dark

As Severus Snape watched over Flitwick’s classroom, full of Gryffindor third years, he cursed the fact that the quarantine of a house also included their head of house. He cursed the outbreak of – what was it…ah, yes… the Chicken Pox – some silly Muggle disease a first year had brought back with them after a family gathering during the short spring break which had spread through the Ravenclaws like a wildfire.

10) T and T Kurt....Glee WIP Just how did Kurt’s tiara collection get started?

Elizabeth Hummel looked around the dressing room area of the pageant and briefly contemplated her sanity…or lack of…in getting involved with it all. She was tired of the tantrums and whining and screaming done by both mothers and children. Luckily her child wasn’t involved in any of that. Her child was seated off to the side.

“Katerina Bates, please come stand by mummy.” Elizabeth called.

The child slid off the chair they were seated on and hopped over.

“Elli. Not Katerina.”

“Katerina today. You can be Elli tomorrow.”

Yeah....there were six other in that Kurtoberfest bunch being worked on, three other HP and three other CM fics..because I told myself I would finish a WIP this summer and my mind said NOPE, Will no concentrate on One. Nope Nope Nope.

Also wrote lines for beans for Clever Jack and the Magic Beanstalk because of course the magic beans needed a whole mini scene song and dance number to themselves...of course they did.

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Thanks for the tag @forabeatofadrum!

I haven't been writing a whole lot this past week or two, besides the prompt drabbles. Life and the Glee DnD we are setting up at the @the-lima-bean discord have gotten in the way, but I'm hopeful I can get some time to write this weekend! (It's also technically not Wednesday anymore over here, but who cares 🤷🏻‍♀️)

This is an excerpt from Kurt's Letters.

Its an epistolary from the perspective of Kurt and his mother. This bit is taken from the letter she wrote to him on the actual day of his birth...

Night is falling as I write this, and your birth-day is almost over. Your daddy has been rocking you in his arms for a long time already, but he refuses to put you down. He is the sweetest and kindest man I have ever known. He might seem a little gruff at times, and occasionally he'll have trouble expressing himself. Never doubt though, that underneath that stern exterior, lies a heart that beats for you and me.

He is the best man and husband I could ever dream of to share my life with, and there is no doubt in my mind that he will be the absolute greatest father to you that he can be.

I want to write a whole lot more before I'll start posting, but I'm really excited about this fic!

I'm tagging @quizasvivamos and @little-escapist if they want to, and everyone else who has something they'd like to share 😁♡

#wip wednesday #glee #glee fanfiction #gwen writes #kurt hummel #burt hummel #kurt hummel's mother is called Elizabeth #epistolary

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darriness · 5 years

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Fic A Day 2018 - Day 314

Title: Brave

Author: darriness

Word Count: 791

Summary: First sleepovers

Author’s Note: The jury's still out on whether I actually like this one. Hopefully YOU like it though? lol Happy reading!

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An eight-year-old Blaine places his pyjama top into his backpack before sighing and turning to his mother, who is getting his toiletries in order.

“I don’t think I wanna go anymore, Mom.” He says.

Evelyn Anderson pauses with his toothbrush half into the bag, “Why not, love?” She asks.

Blaine shrugs, “I don’t know. I just don’t think I’ll have any fun.”

Evelyn sits down on Blaine’s bed, “Well Blaine we have already paid for you to go.” She says, with implied, or maybe not so implied, meaning. Blaine’s eight and he gets it so it’s probably not so implied.

Blaine nods, “Okay.” He sighs.

Evelyn tilts her heads and regards her usually joyful son with a curious expression as he hangs his head and zips his backpack, “Why don’t you want to go?” She asks.

Blaine shakes his head, “It doesn’t matter.” He says with a smile, slinging his backpack onto his back.

Evelyn sighs, “Blaine you love the boy scouts. You’ll love this sleepover. You just need to be brave.”

Blaine nods. He doesn’t want to tell his mom that he’s nervous the boys will make fun of him. They already do. He’s not even sure why but he’s not really interested in it continuing, “All right. I’m ready.” He says and Evelyn smiles encouragingly.

— — —

“Can I bring my wand?” A four-year-old Kurt asks, holding his fairy wand close to his chest.

Burt Hummel sighs from his recliner and scratches his forehead as Elizabeth Hummel kneels down in front of her son with a smile, “Do you really wanna bring it, baby?” She asks.

Kurt nods enthusiastically, “Uh huh!” He says.

Burt sighs again, “Don’t you think you might…lose it?” He asks.

Kurt’s brow furrows. He hadn’t thought of that, “Maybe I shouldn’t bring it?” He says but it’s more like a question.

Elizabeth sighs as well and looks over at Burt before turning back to Kurt, “If you want to bring it, baby, then you bring it. I think your friends will love it. You’ll just have to be careful.”

Kurt beams before skipping out of the room, “Do you think that’s the right decision?” Kurt hears his dad say from where he’s bent over in the hallway putting his wand in his backpack.

“I think even at four? Kurt is so very brave and he doesn’t even really know it.” His mom says, “And besides, he’s going to a sleepover with his friends from his dance class. They all probably have wands.”

Kurt smiles as he settles his wand carefully in his backpack. He can’t wait to see the other kids’ wands.

— — —

Kurt and Blaine clink their wine glasses together and smile at each other on the couch. They love nights in, alone, together. One of their kids is asleep upstairs and the other is at her very first sleepover.

“How do you think she’s doing?” Kurt asks.

Blaine takes a sip of his wine and shrugs, “She’s Lizzy. She’s probably doing amazingly. And she was so excited for this.”

Kurt nods, “Yeah, you’re right.”

Kurt’s phone rings on the table and he picks it up, frowning when he sees the caller ID, “Hello?” He asks.

“Hey Papa.” Lizzy says. She sounds upset. Kurt is immediately on guard.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

The nine-year-old sniffles, “Nothing.” She says, “But could you and Daddy come get me?”

“Always, Lizzy. But could you tell me what’s going on? Why do you want to come home?”

“I don’t like being here without you and Daddy.” Lizzy whispers.

Kurt pouts out his lip and turns to Blaine, who has leaned in to hear the conversation, with a sigh, “Oh Lizzy. I know your first sleepover can be scary but it can also be really, really fun!”

“It WAS fun, until we had to get ready for bed, and now I feel alone.” Lizzy says.

“You are not alone, Lizzy. You have all your friends there and Hannah’s parents are there to help if you need them and Daddy and I are alway a phone call away but…I think you’ll be sad if you don’t try and stick this out.” Kurt says.

Lizzy’s quiet for a moment before, “If I try and still don’t like it later…will you and Daddy come get me?”

“Of course.” Kurt says, but he has a feeling they won’t hear from her again until tomorrow morning.

Lizzy sighs, “Okay.” She says.

“Be brave, little soldier.” Kurt says and Lizzy giggles.

Kurt ends up being right. After that phone call, they don’t hear from their daughter again until they pick her up the next morning, full of smiles and stories and ‘when can I go to another sleep over?’

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lady-divine-writes · 6 years

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Kurtbastian fic - “Alone Where the Roads Don’t Travel - Chapter 1” (Rated M)

Kurt, a boy who doesn't believe in magic or fairy tales, will grow up to discover that he is full of magic. And as for fairy tales? His life practically is one.

Notes: I have been working on this story for a while now. Years, as a matter of fact, using the prompts from @kurtoberfest. I apologize that, even though this is a Halloween story, it won't be complete by Halloween. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Read on AO3.

“Can we go?” Kurt chants, kicking his feet as his father slips the last rain boot over his sneakered foot. “Can we go? Can we go yet? Can we go? Can we can we can we can we …?”

“Hold on, kiddo!” Burt laughs, wrangling his barely bundled seven-year-old son as the boy tries to scurry out of his parents’ grasp. “We’ve got all afternoon to pick our pumpkins. But there’s a few things we’ve gotta talk about first.”

“Aw, all right!” Kurt groans, surrendering to his mom’s fussing over his gloves while his father fastens the jute toggles on his grey wool coat. “Just don’t make it too wordy. We’re burning daylight.”

Elizabeth looks over at her husband and snickers. “Now who does that sound like?”

“Your father,” Burt answers quickly, and receives a smack on the thigh for his remark.

“Okay, love,” Elizabeth says, returning to her little boy. “The rules are look before you leap. There could be slick patches of mud and uneven ground. I don’t want you slipping and twisting an ankle.”

“I know,” Kurt grumbles, though he definitely did not know. This pumpkin patch isn’t the same roadside stand they usually go to. That stand closed down, completely out of the blue. Not a single member of the Hummel clan understood why since the place had an advertisement printed in The Lima News yesterday. But they pulled up to it – or to the spot where it had been – and the whole stand is gone.

Vanished without a trace.

And not just the stand, but the field beyond, which was usually filled to bursting with pumpkins, squash, corn, bell peppers, and every other vegetable that sprouts during the fall, lay fallow.

Unsown.

It was as if the stand - the same stand his parents had been going to since they were children, the same stand their local news station visited at the beginning of October the way they did every year - had never existed.

They were about to go home and regroup, look for another stand nearby, when they stumbled across this place. Admittedly, Kurt’s parents weren’t too thrilled to stop here. For one thing, this whole place seemed deserted, run by a single old man at the entrance - stooped in posture, haggard in appearance, with one clouded eye and a head of stringy white hairs starting midway past his crown and ending above the knob of his neck. When he looked at Kurt, Kurt felt it, like a hand grabbing his heart, and not from the man’s clear eye, but from the milky white one, moving through Kurt as if the man were taking a peek inside him.

Looking through him at his very soul.

And Kurt felt transparent. Like cellophane.

He had a voice like broken glass, and a laugh that sounded like cats being skinned alive.

Kurt was glad he only had to hear it once.

But as unsettling as that man was, even that didn’t dissuade Kurt.

Kurt’s parents shared many a significant look during the decision making process. But Kurt insisted. It was three days before Halloween. They were running out of time. He wanted a pumpkin, preferably not one bought at The Home Depot or the supermarket since where’s the fun in that? And this place, with its air of rustic mystique, seemed like the perfect place to find one.

They tried to talk Kurt out of it, but his little mind was made up, and his parents, the way most well-meaning parents are, didn’t want to disappoint him, even if a question of safety was involved.

“If you find a pumpkin you like, don’t pick it up,” his father adds. “These are going to be bigger than the ones we usually get. Call me over, and I’ll help you.”

“Yeah, yeah …”

“But most importantly, stay where you can see us,” Elizabeth stresses, wrapping her own too long red cashmere scarf around Kurt’s neck and tying it in front. “If you can’t see us, we probably can’t see you.”

“I know, Mommy,” Kurt says, burying his nose in the knot and breathing in to catch a whiff of his mother’s perfume.

“And don’t go near the trees,” she warns in a slightly lower voice, as if the trees, standing at the boundary of the field over a hundred yards away, might be listening.

Kurt turns to look at them – tall, dark sentries of greying bark standing guard before an even darker wood. There’s a silence about them. A steadfastness. A chill wind blows, fluttering the vines along the ground, but it doesn’t seem to budge the leaves on those trees. That does make them appear a tad bit ominous, but other than that, they’re just trees. It’s a forest. Outside of fairy tales, Kurt has never known a forest to be scary.

And even though he’s only all of seven-years-old, Kurt doesn’t believe in fairy tales.

“Why not?” he asks.

“Because it’s getting dark,” his mother says, “and it’s getting cold. I wouldn’t want you to get lost.”

Kurt nods. That seems fair. That’s definitely a mom thing to say. But there’s something in the tone of her voice, in the hardness of her inflection that niggles at him. It’s not a cruel hardness. It’s more of a veil, hiding how she really feels.

As if her reason for him not going near the trees goes deeper than ‘it’s dark and it’s cold’.

“Okay,” he agrees. There isn’t any reason for him to go near the trees anyway. Today is about picking out pumpkins with his mom and dad. It’s not for exploring by himself. After this, they’re making cookies and candied apples and cider, then spending the whole night carving jack ‘o lanterns while watching scary(ish) movies. He doesn’t want to do a single thing that might derail their plans by a single minute.

Considering the way his folks have been talking – late at night after he’s in bed, when they think he can’t hear – he’s beginning to believe they might not be celebrating Halloween this way much longer. Like his parents think he’s getting too old or something.

Whatever their reason is, it seems to make them sad, so as soon as he can, he’s going to reassure them that there’s no reason at all to stop.

Kurt intends on celebrating Halloween forever and ever.

Once Elizabeth has her son properly shielded against the cold, the three set off into the pumpkin patch, weeding through the vines, meandering amongst the squash, on the search for the family of pumpkins that will adorn their doorstep, their dining room table, and the hearth in front of the fireplace.

“Do you see one you want yet, kiddo?” Kurt’s father asks, glancing periodically over his shoulder as they walk farther in. The ground begins to slope and it spurs Kurt ahead, but he does his best to stay within comfortable talking distance of his dad.

“I don’t know.” Kurt carefully examines one gourd, then the next. The ones in this particular section are misshapen, grotesque, knobby. Those are the kinds of pumpkins his father likes – the ones he can turn into goblins and trolls with a few masterful slices of his carving tools.

The ones he can decimate with his sledgehammer the second Halloween is over.

But Kurt likes the picturesque pumpkins – the ones without dents or growths; round and evenly segmented, almost unnaturally so, like he’s seen in Simply Living magazine.

The ones that match his mother’s decorating aesthetic.

His mother has already chosen her pumpkin and taken it back to their SUV. Kurt wishes she could have ventured with them longer, but she gets so tired nowadays – out of breath during the shortest of walks. They no longer go on treks to the park, or strolls to the market. She sleeps in later, goes to bed earlier, stares off into the distance for long periods, and cries with no explanation as to why.

There’s something going on. Something wrong. Like the forest.

And just like the forest, no one will tell him what it is that they really fear.

A rustle of leaves and a small whimper draw Kurt and Burt’s attentions away from the pumpkins and up to the top of the hill, beyond which they can’t see, but where their SUV is parked. Burt looks at his son, then past him at the forest, a wealth of thoughts scrolling behind his tired eyes.

“I … think I should go check on your mother,” he says, body turned halfway up the hill, quietly debating if he should make his son come with. Or waiting for Kurt to offer. But Kurt is only seven. He doesn’t know that’s what his father wants him to do.

He doesn’t know what’s going on.

Burt sees his own fear reflected in his son’s eyes as they begin to widen, and he smiles to soothe him. This is supposed to be a good day. That’s what he and Elizabeth had wanted. A fun afternoon filled with pleasant memories.

They’ll be needing more of these during the oncoming months. Best not to sabotage this one.

He doesn’t want to frighten his son over nothing.

“I’ll only be a minute,” Burt says. “You keep looking, but … stay here. Don’t go any farther without me.”

“I won’t,” Kurt says, relief curling into a smile that lifts his red cheeks. “I promise.”

“Good.” Another whimper and Burt’s steps quicken. “I’ll just be …” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He’s up and over the hill in the space of ten steps when Kurt could have sworn it took them twenty to get down there. No matter. Eyes on the prize, he tells himself as he returns to the pumpkins. He needs to find one so perfect that it’ll take his parents’ minds off of whatever it is they’re worried about. A pumpkin so perfect, it’ll make that forest seem less scary. A pumpkin so perfect, it could end hunger, bring about world peace, and win him a spot on the cover of next year’s Martha Stewart Living.

Kurt chuckles to himself. Alright. That might be overdoing it a little.

He’ll settle for … a pumpkin so perfect, it could cure cancer.

“Hello.”

Kurt’s gaze snaps up at the sound of a voice that’s not his father’s, not his mother’s, and definitely not the man from the entrance. Standing in front of him a little ways away is a boy about his age, bearing a wide smile of straight, white teeth. He has brown hair like Kurt’s, and green eyes that are not. That’s important for Kurt to note because sometimes he’ll see images of himself that he swears are other people, but they’re not. They’re just him.

But this boy is definitely not him.

For one thing, he’s not as wrapped up as Kurt. The coat he’s wearing looks much more elegant than Kurt’s for a plain old Tuesday afternoon. It looks like the kind of coat one would wear to the theater, or to church.

Or to a funeral.

How can he walk through this muddy field of pumpkins and not worry about getting that expensive coat filthy?

Kurt definitely has questions for this boy’s mother.

Kurt glances curiously side to side.

Where is this boy’s mother?

The boy with the green eyes smirks.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Uh … nothing,” Kurt says. “It’s just … I thought my parents and I were the only ones here.”

“It’s a big place,” the boy says, shrugging one shoulder. “It’s easy to miss people, even when they’re right in front of you.”

“I guess so.”

“My name’s Sebastian, by the way,” the boy says. “Not that you’re asking or anything.”

“Sorry,” Kurt apologizes since Sebastian sounds mildly offended. “Mine’s Kurt.”

Sebastian nods. “So … you lookin’ for a pumpkin?”

Kurt scans the field around him, rows of pumpkins stretching as far as the eye can see … and nothing else. “Yup. That’s what I’m doin’.”

“Well, these pumpkins here are nice and all,” Sebastian remarks, toeing a gourd at his feet, “but I think the best pumpkins are over there.” He gestures toward the far side of the patch, closer to the line of trees. Kurt’s eyes follow, momentarily forgetting his parents’ warning as the thought of a pumpkin more perfect than the ones he can already see occupies his brain.

The pumpkin that could solve his problems.

“Why do you think that?” Kurt asks.

“No one goes over there. Nobody’s stomped on them or smushed them. And the ground’s dry, so they’re not moldy and soft. Every single one is better than the next.”

“Really?” Kurt says. Martha Stewart Living, here I come.

“A-ha. If you come with me, I’ll show you.”

The boy reaches out a hand. On impulse, Kurt does the same. He extends his small arm, and a strange sensation overtakes his body – electricity crackling from his skin to Sebastian’s, arching between them in strings of thin blue light. Kurt can’t seem to make his legs move, but he feels himself being carried forward. There’s a power inside him, one he’s felt before but that he does his best not to recognize, but it’s never done anything like this before. This is bigger than him, stronger than him. Whatever this is, it’s both his and borrowed from this boy with the green eyes, whose heart, from five feet away, Kurt can hear in his ears, beating at the same rhythm as his own.

“Come with me,” Sebastian says, reaching but avoiding Kurt’s touch as if he can’t take Kurt’s hand alone.

He needs Kurt to take his instead.

And Kurt tries, but the more he reaches forward, the farther the boy moves away. Kurt’s feet, which could easily solve the problem by lifting off the ground, seem to have grown roots. They tug him backwards, his heels creating furrows in the dirt from the strength of his resistance.

“Come on, Kurt,” Sebastian pleads, sounding inexplicably desperate. “Only a few more inches …”

“I’m … grrr … trying,” Kurt says, but he can’t reach any farther. He can’t make his arm stretch those last few inches. A distant warning rings in his ears that sounds like his mother’s voice calling his name, but Kurt ignores it … only for a few more seconds, he thinks, so he can reach Sebastian and take his hand. He needs to take Sebastian’s hand. Looking for the perfect pumpkin is no longer his goal.

Touching Sebastian is.

And like everything else going on around him, every look he can’t decipher, every secret whispered in his presence but out of his earshot, he doesn’t know why.

But he’s certain he’ll understand when he finally takes Sebastian’s hand and this is over.

“Kurt!” his mother cries. “Don’t, Kurt! Don’t take another step! Please!”

Kurt hesitates, and with that hesitation, he and Sebastian slip farther apart. The distance between them widens until Kurt knows he won’t be able to reach Sebastian, not even if he manages to break free of whatever’s wound around his ankles and takes a flying leap. Sebastian flexes his fingers, and the electricity grows brighter. A single fork breaks free from the rest and spits forward, pricking Kurt’s finger. Heat spirals up his arm, leaving a trail of fire behind. It becomes too heavy to lift and drops back to his side, but before it does, before his fingers break the connection between himself and Sebastian, that electricity zips through Kurt’s chest … and pierces his heart.

A sad smile lifts Sebastian’s lips.

“Kurt!” Elizabeth wraps her arms around him, tries to scoop him up. She falters, falls forward, but Burt catches them. She makes do with his help, Kurt’s father hugging them both as if their lives depended on it. “What were you doing!?”

“I was … I was looking for pumpkins!” Kurt scrunches his nose, confused as to why his mom and dad look so frightened, why they’re hugging him so tightly. “I wasn’t going to go into the forest! Honest!”

“But you were!” Elizabeth cries, burying her head in Kurt’s neck. “You were nearly there!”

“No,” Kurt argues, not because he’s in the habit of disagreeing with his mother, but because she had to be mistaken. He would never disobey her. And even if he’d wanted to, there was no way. He’d inched forward a step or two, but after that, he couldn’t move. “I was just going to look for the good pumpkins, with Sebastian.”

“Who … who’s Sebastian, love?” Elizabeth sniffles, her tears drying in an instant at the mention of a name. “Where is he?”

“He’s right there …” Kurt turns to point and notices for the first time where they are. A foot in front of him stand the foreboding line of trees that guard the woods. Standing this close to them, Kurt can understand a little better his mother’s fears. It’s not even so much the trees, but the darkness beyond them that takes his breath away. Kurt isn’t a stranger to forests. Where they live in Lima, Ohio, there are many forests, lining the outskirts of every park, and almost every property. But they usually have a warm, welcoming feeling to them. A serenity that’s inviting and safe.

These woods are dark. That’s the only word Kurt can think of to describe them. Darker than dark. A darkness so overwhelming, it becomes a void. Not a single shadow can he see, not a silhouette. A wolf could be crouching out in the open a few feet within and he would never see the creature. Not until it opened its eyes and bared its teeth.

Not until it was ready to strike.

And that was another thing.

More mysterious than how Kurt might have made his way to the forest’s edge with no recollection of it, Sebastian, with his green eyes and white teeth, was nowhere to be seen.

“But … he was here. He was right here,” Kurt mutters in confusion. “I … I swear. I’m not lying.”

Burt and Elizabeth exchange a look.

“Don’t worry. We believe you, kiddo,” Burt says, mussing his son’s hair.

“You don’t think …?” Elizabeth starts, but Burt nods. It’s not what he thinks, it’s what he saw. He felt it in the ground beneath his feet, the way it shifted uncomfortably. The vines had begun to grow around them, climbing up the hillside to warn them. The sky itself had summoned them, grey clouds closing in overhead, sparking to get their attention. Then they saw their son, gliding across the ground as if floating, wrapped in a cloak of blue lightning.

The only thing they didn’t see was another boy. To their eyes, there was no one else in sight.

But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t there.

It means he wasn’t meant for them to see.

If what Kurt says is true, and Burt has no doubt it is, he has found them.

And he means to take their son.

Elizabeth hugs Kurt tighter as Burt turns her towards their SUV.

“I think we’d better go,” he says. “Now.”

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dorigvbcorvis · 3 years

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The Letters: A Glee Short Story

'The Letter' and 'The Letter Reprise' are two pieces originally written by Elton John for The Billy Elliot Musical in 2008

My short Glee story was inspired by these two songs and because Billy Elliot and Kurt Hummel share a lot of parallels this is one of the major similarities they both had lost a mom. Copyright infringement not intended

This is dedicated to my own Mother who I lost last year to cancer

September 9th 1928 - September 16, 2020 RIP Mom

The Letters: A Glee Short Story

Scene 1 The Letter

Late October 2010 McKinley Hallway. Last bell of the day has rang and Kurt is on his way to his after school Glee Club. They are having rehearsals for The Rocky Horror Musical and his book bag with a bald cap and wig are already in the choir room. - Which is why he carried his books from his last class in hand and not in his book bag. In the hallway Tina is several feet behind Kurt and she calls to him.

"Hey Kurt wait up" she calls out. Tina has brought in her pair of freshly bedazled tap shoes for her Columbia role and she anxiously wanted Kurt to see them.

Kurt turns with his body to face Tina his back is now turned from the direction he was heading and so doesn't see who has now come up behind him. It is at this exact moment Kurt feels his body lunge forward he falls nearly face first into a row of lockers all his books crash hard against the metal lockers so hard that he drops his books and a cascade of papers fall to floor.

Kurt knows it was Karofski he doesn't have to look up to know it was him- Looking up to confirm now wouldn't matter anyways Karofski wasn't one to stick around once he had done this to some one.

In the immediate area Tina was now horrified she knows this is at least half her fault - her call out took Kurt off his guard.

"I am so sorry Kurt I didn't see him coming," Tina sighs. She feels badly.

"Nobody seems to," Kurt admits; he angry but not at Tina. He squats down to start picking up papers.

"This must get old" Tina quips in an attempt to make sympathetic light.

"It does," Kurt says, admitting this too.

"Here let me at least help" Tina kneels down and starts helping pick up the stray papers she spots an envelop it looks misplaced among the schoolwork.

"What's this?" Tina says picking up an old envelop yellowed at least a decade with age.

"It's a letter" Kurt says, and he abruptly snatches the letter out of Tina's hand.

"I can see it's a letter" Tina quips, a little shocked at how Kurt just took the letter away from her.

Kurt softens he sees how in shocked Tina seems. He hands it back. "You can open it if you want."

Tina of course does and she takes the letter and excitedly the pulls the letter from its envelope "Because yeah, the suspense is killing me now"

"It's from my mom," Kurt then adds.

"Your mom?" Tina asks, she's suddenly now reluctant to proceed.

"She wrote it for us for when I turned eighteen, only I found it way before then. It was in her nightstand I used to opened it just so I could smell her perfume. Gardenas

"I see," Tina said softly.

"Anyways, You can read it if you want," Kurt said, then clarified "Read it out loud"

"Dear Kurt," Tina begins,

"I must seem a distant memory..." Tina stops again; she realizes she's about one those private letters nobody else should read but the intended...but it is not only that she knows how this type of letter only ends in tears.

"Which is..." Kurt said, with a nod like he has the whole letter memorized which of course he has. But he encourages Tina to continue

Tina does.

"Which is probably a good thing"

"And it will have been a long..,."

"...long time" Kurt finishes the line for Tina. He then gives a sigh. Then instead of listening to Tina read back the whole letter to him Kurt starts to sing the contents of the letter.

♫ And I will have missed your growing ♫

♫ And I'll have missed your crying ♫

♫ And I'll have missed you laugh ♫

Tina watches on with a bittersweet smile.

♫ Missed your stomping and your shouting ♫

♫ I have missed telling you off ♫

♫ But please, (Know) Kurt ♫

♫ Know that I was always there ♫

♫ I was with you through everything ♫

♫ And please, Ku-urt ♫ Kurt said his name with a flourish

Tina joins the singing

♫ And please, Ku-urt ♫ she sings using the same flourish that Kurt had

♫ Know that I will always be ♫

♫ Proud to have known you ♫

♫ Proud that you were mine ♫

♫ Proud in everything ♫

♫ And you must promise me (my angel) ♫

In Kurt's mind he imagines a ghost image of his mom with darken eyes from illness and her head wrapped in a Chemo scarf. She seems so real like he could reach out and touch her. She kneels down to sing to her son. Kurt want so badly to touch his mom but is too frighten doing so would spoiled the illusion

♫ In everything you do ♫ Kurt's mother sings. Then another like

♫ Always be yourself, ♫ and then a third line

♫ And always to youself be true ♫

Kurt now joins in with the ghost vision of his mom. Singing the song like a duet with his mom.

♫ And I will have missed you growing ♫

♫ And I'll have missed you crying ♫

♫ And I'll have missed you laugh ♫

Tina even joins in with the singing and yet somehow Kurt still hears his mother's voice.

♫ Missed your stomping and your shouting ♫

♫ I have missed telling you off ♫

♫ But please, my angel ♫

♫ Know that I was always there ♫

♫ I was with you through everything ♫

♫ And please, Kurt (Please) ♫

♫ Know that I will always be ♫

♫ Proud to have known you ♫

♫ Love you forever ♫

The ghost of Kurt's mom embraces her son before fading away.

"Mom," Tina concludes the letter. She wipes away the tears she had forecast would come and hands back the letter and envelop. "Oh Kurt, I don't know what to say."

Kurt pulls out his wallet to show Tina a picture of three girls and from the fashion the girls are wearing ii the picture it looks like the photo was taken in the 80s.

"That's mom in the middle next to my late aunt Elisabeth and younger one is my aunt Mildred"

"Sorry, Kurt but did you said your aunt is dead too?"

"Breast Cancer Same as mom I guess Aunt Millie had it too but they caught it on time" an odd seemingly misplaced smirk came over Kurt's face. "Don't laugh," Kurt was now saying.

"Why would I?" Tina questioned

"No, what I mean is because it's hereditory there's now this 50/50 chance that I might get it. If Santana found out I could get breast cancer I would never hear the end of it."

"That's horrible why would I laugh even then?" Tina at least knew she wouldn't.

"Some people might"

I wouldn't. I am so sorry Kurt...sorry too that you already have enough on your plate without Karofski and all the others making it harder"

"That's probably one of the nicest thing anyone has said. Thanks"

Tina gives Kurt a long hug

"Ah....We should probably get to class Rocky Horror awaits"

"Yes, and I have taps to break in"

Scene 2 Letter Reprisal

After the Rocky Horror rehearsal Kurt is passing the trophy case on his way out of the school. Kurt eyes the 1989 Ohio State Championship Girls Softball trophy and a newspaper clipping that reads:

>>> Fairbank Sisters Kate and Liz prove they are a twin force to be reckoned with as their efforts beat Akron to secure state title win Go Titans!

The Kate, in the picture is Katherine Delorus Fairbanks, Kurt's mom. And the Liz, is Elizabeth Anne Farebanks his aunt. An aunt he never knew except she was his mother's twin and his middle name. She died two weeks before he was born.. he hid his middle name from nearly everyone... sometimes telling people the E stood for Edward but this wasn't true. His mom loved her twin sister born 3 minutes ahead of her...sorry mom sorry aunt Elizabeth calls through the glass case.

Kurt hears the clicky clacky of tap shoes he knows it's Tina.

"Who's that? - That's not... ?" But Tina already knows who it is...it's Kurt's mom

That's my mom and my aunt" Kurt confirms and he does a side glance over at the softball trophy "and that's their trophy."

"I had no idea your mom went here," Tina says with a smile.

"In the late 80's In fact I think they were seniors when Schuster was a Freshman"

Really? Do you know if they knew each other?

"I don't know," Kurt said then quickly changed the subject. "I was thinking about my mom's letter. When I found it I had written a reply...I thought since you read her letter you want to hear mine

I'd be honored" Tina answers with a smile

♫ And please, Mommy... ♫ Kurt stops and sheepishly looks at Tina. "I was still a kid."

Tina nods likes she really isn't bother in fact it is almost too cute.

Kurt starts over

♫ And please, Mommy ♫

♫ know that I will always be ♫

♫ proud to have known you ♫

♫ proud that you were mine ♫

♫ Proud in everything... ♫

♫ And I promise you this, Mommy, ♫

♫ In everything I do, ♫

♫ I'll always be myself, ♫

A ghost of Kurt's mom reappears sing her son's lined like a from the heart order Kurt must obey.

♫ In everything you do ♫

♫ Always be yourself ♫

Kurt gulps twice now he has seen his mother and he doesn't know if any of this is real yet he continues to sing to the ghost image of his mom.

♫ Mommy. And I always will be true ♫ Kurt sings to her.

♫ Love you forever, ♫ Kurt's mom sings back to her son.

♫ Love you forever, ♫ Kurt repeats the lyric.

♫ Love you forever, ♫ Kurt's mom echoing the lyric back to her son.

♫ Mom. ♫ Kurt sings wistfully concludes his song too fearful that the image would soon end too.

Tina is silent. She watches Kurt stand facing the trophy cabinet singing to it like his mother had been there the whole time. Maybe she had.

"Tina?" Kurt finally calls out.

"Yeah?" She answers.

"I'v been lying to you Tina...my middle name the E it isn't for Edward...it's for Elizabeth; after my aunt because she was my mother's twin and she died before I was born...just two weeks before"

Tina lightly pressed her lips together. It was a rare moment Kurt was ever this candid he normally didn't just volunteer information like this but when he did it was always bittersweet.

"So, I never met her," Kurt continued. "All I have to remember her by is a cream colour half sweater that was found in the attic of her house."

"Well, your collection of sweaters is epic!" Tina boasted. She imagine any sweater to find itself in Kurt's collection would be a valued thing.

"It's all I have to remember her by"

"And her name," Tina added.

Kurt nodded "Which is why I don't want to hide it anymore I owe it to the both of them not to hide it anymore" Kurt was stern.

"The guys are going to razz you for it" Tina warned.

"Let them," Kurt retorted. "and if they find out how I might also get breast cancer,...So be it"

"I think you are probably about the bravest person I know. You came out last year and now you're coming out to me about this?- It means a lot - that you trust me and all"

"D'You really think this or are you just saying it?" It is a question Kurt regrets asking because it says the either of two things; that he doesn't trust Tina or he doesn't deem himself worthy.

"I do mean it," Tina stresses. "even in Glee when you stand up in front of everybody and then you let go and just sing you're amazing" Tina says frankly. She smiles at her friend she knew it was more the doubt in himself. "Come 'on Kurt let's get out of here. I don't like this school after everybody's gone home...way too may ghosts."

"Why, did you see one?" Kurt suddenly asks wondering if Tina like him saw his mom.

Tina pauses before saying anything more. Kurt finds this pause truly haunting.

"Don't freak out but I sometimes think I see Mrs. Adler in the choir room" Tina admits.

But it's an admission that's still enough to make Kurt shiver. Kurt looked back at the trophy case. For a third Kurt sees his mom there but he also sees his aunt this time. His mom no longer looks sick as she did before but more like a young Carry Anne Moss with fair skin cropped black hair and glasz coloured eyes his aunt is a spitting image of his mom.

They both fade away and Kurt is spooked and yet amazed if any of that might have been real. His heart says yes the skeptic in him want withhold judgement.

"Need a lift? Kurt asks, he's still a little bit freaked out.

"My dad is picking me up but thanks for offering" Tina says.

"Tina?" Kurt asks.

"Yeah?" She answers back.

"Thanks for letting me share today" he says.

"Anytime Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, anytime" And with this they walk the remainder of the hallway to the main exit doors.

#glee #kurt hummel #tina cohen chang #fanfic #ghosts #season 2 #howkurtgothismiddlename #halloween #kurtina

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notthetoothfairy · 6 years

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KLAINE ADVENT 2017: LoveSick (11/24)

Summary: Kurt has SCID and can’t leave his house. Ever. Luckily, Blaine moves in next door.

A/N: A fic?!?!?! Yes, my dears, after what feels like an eternity, I finally wrote a new thing. I was going to do just one prompt for @klaineadventbut - ha ha ha, and ho ho ho - never mind, I’m writing an entire story. And I’m late. Sorry about that!

The plot is loosely based on “Everything Everything”. Saw it on the plane, didn’t end up liking it all that much but I loooved the premise for Klaine, so here it is. :D It’s not all that realistic, sorry about that, but I tried to make it as accurate as possible!

Beta: @a-simple-rainbow (who’s surprised? not us - we’re basically fandom wives)

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Read on: AO3 (to be added later)

KEY

“Dad, stop fussing and leave for work.” Kurt sighs. “I’ll be fine, like all other 364 days of the year.”

“Kurt.” His dad’s face changes from worried to stern.

Kurt briefly indulges his dad and stares back. “Dad.”

“Take a moment for yourself today, okay?” Burt asks. “That’s all I ask.” He smiles at Kurt. “And now I’m going. I love you, bud.”

Kurt returns the smile. “Love you too, dad. And take a moment for yourself as well.”

“Always do. By the way, that shirt you designed looks great on you.”

Kurt fumbles with the dark green material. He’s really proud of it – especially the v-neck that none of his other, more medical-looking shirts have.

“Thanks, dad,” he says.

“You should make me one.”

“Way to spoil my Christmas surprise.” Kurt rolls his eyes. “Would you leave already?”

“Jeez, bossy. You’re so much like your grandma sometimes. I feel like I’m a kid again, being told off for stealing her cookies.”

“Dad, you’re going to be late.”

“Alright, alright.” Burt holds up his hands in apology. “I’m going.”

With that, his dad leaves the kitchen. Kurt follows him to the foyer, a series of rooms separated from the rest of the house – from Kurt, to be precise – by glass doors, where Burt leaves most of his outside belongings and puts on his streetwear over the decontaminated clothes.

He watches his dad get into the car and pull out of the driveway. As soon as there is no chance for him to see Kurt anymore, Kurt sprints up to his room and waves to Blaine.

“Go time!” he adds, smiling widely. Blaine sends a beam his way that makes Kurt’s spine tingle.

The night before, when Kurt was getting ready for bed, Blaine asked whether they could talk. For a moment, Kurt thought he was going to tell him some sort of bed news, but then Blaine spent about five minutes stumbling his way through asking Kurt whether he would like to ‘meet’ him sometime. He wasn’t even finished actually asking when Kurt said, “Tomorrow, 8.15 in the morning, by the living room.”

Never having been more excited that his dad works Saturdays, Kurt wills away his nerves as he goes down to the living room and heads straight toward the window that faces the backyard. Blaine shows up a minute later, clad in a dark blue coat, a scarf and a beanie hat that makes him look more hipster than he usually looks with his bowties and cardigans. His face is a bit flushed, like he ran downstairs and crossed both of their yards to get to Kurt. Maybe he did. The thought makes Kurt smile grow even more.

“Hi, Blaine,” he says when Blaine’s finally in front of him, only the glass and a few steps between them.

“Hi, Kurt.” Blaine looks Kurt up and down in wonder. “You’re… wow, you’re taller than me.”

Kurt suppresses a grin. “Sorry?” he tries.

Blaine laughs. “I like it.” Kurt can only make out the words through the glass if he’s very quiet but it helps having Blaine so near that he can read his lips as well. They’re getting better at that. Two months of window conversations are paying off.

“You do?” he asks happily. “And you… you look cozy.”

“It’s actually not as cold outside as I thought. I feel a bit hot,” Blaine admits.

Kurt’s not going to tell him to lose some layers, obviously, but he can’t help but remark, “Good thing you’re not actually stepping inside, then.”

“I want to, though,” Blaine says. “Sometime else.”

“It’s a date,” Kurt breathes out, nervously noting that he just called it a date. They never specified what… this… was. But Blaine was fumbling so badly on the phone, it just-

“Another one,” Blaine confirms with a smile. Kurt swears he feels his heart jump a little. “Even if it’s a bit weird to go on a date at 8.15 in the morning.”

“8.20,” Kurt corrects, just to have something to say, given that all his nerves are screaming, You’re on a date! “My dad just wouldn’t leave.”

“Does he have a sixth sense for sons who schedule secret get-aways to the living room?” Blaine asks, grinning brightly.

“No, he’s just-” Kurt wants to make an offhand comment, explain the day away like it’s nothing, but he can’t. It’s Blaine, for one, and it’s also his mother. “My mom died on this day nine years ago.”

Blaine’s eyes widen. “Oh, Kurt… I had no idea. I mean.” Blaine gulps. “Of course I didn’t. But- I’m sorry, Kurt. If you need to be alone…”

“No,” Kurt says firmly, fighting against the pressure behind his eyes. “I miss her, of course, and I usually cry my eyes out on this day, but I told you to come over so I wouldn’t be alone. At least for like two hours before Carole comes over.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry we’re on a schedule.”

“Don’t be silly,” Blaine says. “It’s nice to… well.” Kurt watches as he attempts a formal bow. “Nice to meet you. You know, officially. Kind of.”

Kurt laughs, eyes watering. “Likewise. My mom would have totally gone for your sense of humor, you know?”

“Awkward but weirdly adorable?” Blaine tilts his head and gives him puppy-dog eyes, driving the point home.

Kurt bites his lip, fails to hold in a grin, and says, “Something along those lines, yeah.”

“Is that her?” Blaine asks, pointing behind Kurt. Kurt follows the line of his finger to the urn on the fireplace.

He turns back around and nods. “Mom, meet Blaine. Blaine, meet mom.”

“Hi, Mrs. Hummel,” Blaine says at once. “This is weird.”

“It is,” Kurt agrees. “And she would like you to call her Elizabeth, I’m sure.”

“I’ll reconsider after our third date or so,” Blaine replies.

“Smooth.” Kurt laughs. “Planning the third date while still on the first. You’re very thorough. Do you have cue cards as well?”

“Uhm, no. For some weird reason I was convinced we could manage to hold a conversation,” Blaine says, pretending to frown. Kurt thinks back to their long talks at the window, on the phone or texting, how Blaine probably knows more about Kurt than Rachel at this point.

“You’re definitely right.”

“Well, I want to hear all about Rachel’s newest plans for your future Broadway Bubble Babies career.”

“Oh god, you won’t believe how detailed her thoughts on this are. We’re both taking online singing classes already but now she wants to enter this career prospects mentoring program and see if they can get us mentors over Skype. And she wants us to co-produce a YouTube version of The Last Five Years, since it’s a musical for two.”

“Uhm, I need to meet her already!” Blaine gushes. Kurt loves how much he loves Rachel from Kurt’s stories alone. “That sounds like the greatest idea ever!”

The two hours pass in a flash. Kurt basks in Blaine’s focused and passionate attention, listens to Blaine talk animatedly about the New Directions’ madness during competition season and they make plans for a Skype session with both of their best friends so that Blaine can meet Rachel and Wes, Blaine’s best friend at Dalton, can meet Kurt.

Blaine’s in the middle of telling Kurt about his family’s Christmas plans when Kurt hears the key to the front door turn in the lock, and then the unmistakable sliding sound of the front door opening.

“Sorry for interrupting,” he says with a sad smile. “But it’s Carole. It’ll take her about five minutes to actually get in and change and all that, but you should probably get going.”

Blaine’s sad face matches his.

“It’s not that I don’t want my family to know about you,” he tries to reassure Blaine. “But today, I kind of wanted to take this moment for myself.”

Blaine waves it off. “Don’t worry about it. I know it’s easier this way. You don’t have to tell them at all if you don’t want.”

Kurt smiles knowingly at Blaine’s quick agreement. “You’re scared of my dad, aren’t you?”

“Terrified.”

Kurt’s cheeks are hurting from smiling so much. “You don’t have to be,” he promises. “Well, I guess this is goodbye for now.”

“Goodbye for now,” Blaine echoes. He pulls off his left glove and lets the hand come to rest on the window. “This was nice, I had fun.”

Kurt’s right hand shakes slightly as he lays it on the glass to mirror Blaine’s. If he pretends hard enough, it’ll feel like they’re touching.

“I had fun, too,” he whispers, locking eyes with Blaine. “You’re fun.”

Blaine’s face is so close to the window now Kurt feels like he could count all his eyelashes (an ambitious endeavor), name a new color after Blaine’s eyes (smouldering honey gold) and remember the shape of Blaine’s lips well enough to draw a picture of them later (to have something to kiss at least).

“Kurt…” Blaine blinks at him, visibly intrigued by Kurt’s intense stare.

Kurt breaks out of his little fantasy world with a big sigh.

“To be continued,” he says firmly.

“I know.” Blaine huffs out a laugh. “But I really don’t want to go right now.”

“I’ll text you as soon as I’m upstairs.” Kurt rolls his eyes when Blaine stays rooted to the spot. For the second time today, if a bit more reluctantly this time, he says, “Would you leave already?”

He watches as Blaine retreats to his house, fumbling with the key to his front door before pulling it wide open and slipping inside.

It feels like the perfect metaphor for what he’s doing with Kurt’s heart.

#klaine advent 2017 #klaine advent: key #klaine fic #klaine AU #my klaine fics

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kurtbastian-land · 6 years

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Snow

Pairing(s): Kurtbastian (purely Kurtbastian too! Y'all can rejoice at that fact XD)

Summary: In South Korea, there was a saying that if you are out in the first falling snow of the year, and with someone you like, then true love will blossom between you. So what are the odds that Kurt shared his first snowfall of the year with a certain Sebastian Smythe?

Warning(s): N/A

Author’s note: For the sake of this little fic, let’s just pretend that in the first 7 years of Kurt’s life, Kurt was raised somewhere where it doesn’t snow at all. But he did eventually end up in Lima, Ohio (where according to my brief research, it snows. I’m not very familiar with USA’s geography or snow in general). Google translate was also my best friend for the few French words in this fic :’)

A little 8-year-old Kurt stared at the little snowflakes that slowly fell from the sky. It wasn’t that amazing compared to what and how snow is in other countries, where snow was abundant. But little Kurt has never seen a single snowflake in his entire life so it was pretty amazing for him regardless.

While this little Ohio boy was “ooo-ing and ahh-ing” at the sight, a 7-year-old Parisian boy was staring out of his hotel window, with a slightly bored expression. Now, this little 7-year-old has seen in all. Snowstorms, blizzards, light snow, not so light snow. It’s gonna take more than a few snowflakes here and there to impress him. Having traveled around a lot sometimes does that to a child.

“Mummy! Can we please go to the park? I wanna touch the falling snow!” Kurt pleaded as he turned away from the hotel window, “do you think there’ll be enough for me to make a snow angel?”

Smiling at her son, Elizabeth opened her arms wide which Kurt immediately ran into. “I don’t think there’s enough snow for you to do that just yet. It’s only the first snowfall. But we can still go to the park to play.”

She patted him lightly on the butt, getting him to get his coat and boots before the mother and son could leave to brave the cold winds.

“But I don’t want to play outside maman!” Sebastian whined at the request his mother just made, “it’s cold and I’m going to get sick and die. Do you want me to die maman?”

Christelle rolled her eyes fondly at her tad overdramatic son. “It’s the first snow chère enfant. Very romantique.” She picked up her only son who was clearly against the action, judging the slight struggle he put up.

Sebastian reminded, deadpan - a look he managed to pick up from his dad, “maman, I’m seven. I don’t need romantic.”

His mother seems to not share the same sentiment, simply let out tsk before putting her son down to find his coat and boots that suited the weather.

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Kurt grabbed his mother’s hand tightly, shivering slightly in the cold wind as he walked towards the park that was within walking distance of the hotel his family was staying. Despite anything, he couldn’t help but stretch out his free hand to catch the very snowflake he was admiring indoors. He watched as the snowflake immediately melted onto the ground.

Further down into the distance, Sebastian and his mother walked towards the same park but this time, it was Christelle who was grabbing Sebastian’s hand tightly. He has the tendency to run off just to watch his ever so poise mother, run after him.

“Chèri, regarde ce garçon,” Christelle pointed out, hoping it would liven up Sebastian a little, “he looks like he’s your age. Why don’t you play with him while we’re here?”

“Oh look, he’s looking at you,” Christelle cooed when she noticed a pair of blue eyes staring at their direction, hiding behind his mother, waving shyly at them.

Tugging his mother’s arm lightly, Kurt tiptoed slightly, urging his mother to bend down.

“Mummy, look! I see a boy with his own mummy. Do you think he’ll play with me?” Kurt asked nervously as he glanced back at the strangers.

Catching them staring at him, Kurt let out a surprised yelp before hiding behind Elizabeth. He peeked at the strangers once more, deciding to wave at them a little.

Elizabeth felt her heart break a little, knowing where the worries her son has, stemmed from. Being only 8, Kurt Hummel has already been a victim of teasing and being a social outcast, for liking to play with dolls and houses, tea parties and dress up. Things that the kids at school labeled as “girly stuff”. She doesn’t blame those kids for those kinds of labels and stereotypes. It has to come from somewhere (coughparentscough) and children are terribly impressionable at that age. But it doesn’t hurt any less for that being the reason his son always ends up playing alone.

Gently encouraging her son to stop hiding behind her, she bends down, looking at Kurt, directly into his eyes. She smiled softly at her son who was staring back, eyes slightly downcast at thought of being rejected once again.

“Hey there bud,” Elizabeth started, rearranging Kurt’s hair slightly, “you don’t have to worry about a thing. Remember what mummy always say whenever someone doesn’t want to play with you?”

Kurt fiddled with his fingers slightly, “tell them it’s okay because not everyone likes the same thing.”

“And?” Elizabeth promoted with a smile on her face.

“And that it’s not my fault you don’t understand my fa-bu-less-ness,” Kurt repeated from memory.

Laughing at what her son said, she stood up once more, grabbing Kurt’s hand, swinging it as they continued walking towards the park and the strangers whose attention they seem to catch.

“Don’t worry Kurt, I’m sure that boy would love to play with you.”

And Elizabeth was right, the two boys hit off almost immediately, although they started off a little rough. After a brief introduction between Elizabeth and Christelle, the moms allowed their sons to introduce each other.

Sebastian stared at the boy in front of him, who was staring back. Both looking up and down, as though they were trying to see if the other was worth playing with. So, Sebastian started off first.

"That coat is ugly on you,” Sebastian stated, as a matter of fact, ignoring the sharp hissed of his name that came from his mother.

“Sebastian Smythe! Manières!”

Kurt turned to his mother, eyes already filled with tears at what the latter said. They didn’t even say hello to each other and the other kid hates him. Elizabeth nodded encouragingly, mouthing to Kurt “remember what I said.”

Sniffling slightly, Kurt focused his attention on the boy who was still staring at him, arms folded.

“Th-that’s okay,” Kurt gulped, “because not everyone likes the same thing.”

“And… it’s not my fault you don’t understand my fa-bu-less-ness.” Kurt sneaked a look at the boy’s mother who seemed to be holding back a laugh at what he just said.

Feeling slightly bolder, Kurt decided to continue, “maybe if you play with me, you can be fa-bu-less too.”

Sticking out his hand, Kurt offered his hand for Sebastian to take, “my name is Kurt. You can go on the swing first and I’ll push?”

Sebastian stared at the outstretched hand suspiciously before giving in with a sigh and grabbed it. “I’m Sebastian Smythe. And I like the see-saw better.”

Kurt broke into a grin and immediately raced towards the see-saw, dragging poor Sebastian behind. Well, not so poor seeing how Sebastian was smiling along with his new friend.

Watching their sons play, Elizabeth and Christelle walked towards a nearby bench to continue to keep an eye on their boys in comfort.

“First snow?” Elizabeth smiled knowingly.

“Oui,” Christelle softly murmured, as she watched Sebastian’s smile got wider the longer the two boys were playing. “First snow.”

“Don’t ask me why or how, but I had a feeling you’d be here Hummel,” a voice stated from behind him.

Kurt blinked in surprise, caught off-guard by the sudden presence. He was kinda more than counting on the park being empty at this timing, especially when it’s a school day tomorrow. But it was the first snow day in Ohio and he couldn’t resist leaving the comforts of his home to experience the firsts of many snowflakes that would eventually fall over the days.

Couldn’t help but retort, Kurt raised an eyebrow at that statement. “I don’t have to ask to know why Sebastian.”

“Although, after what happened these past few months, I can’t say the reason would be the same.”

Sebastian wrapped his arms around himself, burying his face into his scarf for a moment.

—

“Kurt! I’m sorry sweetheart but it’s time to head back to the hotel,” Elizabeth apologetically called out, hating to put a halt on her son’s fun with a new friend.

Immediately Sebastian and Kurt stopped their chasing to look at Elizabeth, giving their best puppy dog face the 7-year-old and 8-year-old could muster.

“Now, come on chère enfant. It’s getting late. You would not be able to see in the dark,” Christelle added as she stood up to get her son back.

Panicking at the thought of going home without his new friend, Sebastian immediately wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist, tightly.

If maman wants to take me, she’ll have to take Kurt too.

Staring at Sebastian in surprise, Kurt turned to look at his mother, beaming in her direction. He never had friends who would hug him or want to stay longer to play. Kurt shyly returned the act, wrapping his arms around the latter’s arms. Elizabeth watched the two boys in amusement, eyes slightly twinkling at the sight.

“Alright, Sebastian. What if I promise to bring Kurt to the park again tomorrow so that both of you can play again? Would you let go of my son then?” Elizabeth bargained, holding out her pinky finger.

“I’m sure Kurt’s maman would bring him back to the next first snow next year when they come back to France,” Christelle added, thinking that she should let Sebastian know that his new friend isn’t native to the land.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the offer, turning to look at Kurt although moving his head slightly backward in surprise at the closeness of the latter’s face.

“Tomorrow?”

Without any hesitation, Kurt nodded furiously, grinning at the latter in reassurance.

“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow?” Sebastian asked again, “and first snow when you come back from where you’re from?”

Squeezing Sebastian into a hug, Kurt repeated his promise, “tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.”

Pecking his new friend on the cheek, (because that’s what French people do), as though sealing a promise.

“and for every first snow.”

It’s the first snow was all Sebastian said as he took a seat next to Kurt, whom barely argued against the action. And the two silently watched, in the cold, as snowflakes slowly cascaded down to the ground, barely leaving a mark.

#hummelholidays #prompt #dec 4: snow #kurt hummel #Sebastian smythe #kurtbastian #kid!kurtbastian is involved #kurtbastian fic #my fic

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