For all that people requesting daddies!Klaine. <333
I cannot even express how perfect I find this to be. The looks on their faces, and the way Kurt is leaning on Blaine’s shoulder, and the fact that the baby is the freaking cutest baby ever…just…my heart.
I mean, just think about it for a moment.
- New episodes every week - meaning new material for fanfictions and fanart
- KLAINE WILL BE BACK ON MY TELEVISION SCREEN
- Tuesday night Tumblr explosions with new gifs and new meta for every little future speculation
- KLAINE WILL BE BACK ON MY TELEVISION SCREEN
- First Listen Fridays
- DID I MENTION THAT KLAINE WILL BE BACK?
I just can’t handle this hiatus much longer, guys. It’s KILLING me here.
I only just realized that Kurt had stopped right in front of the poster with Quinn and Finn on it. He was frozen in front of it just before he turned around. He ran right into the smiling faces of the normal hetero couple who he had always expected would win those titles…and it made him realize what a concerted effort was put into publicly humiliating and emasculating the gay kid. That hand held over his face in horror absolutely wrecks my heart every time. This was a dark and legitimately sinister moment in Glee.
I cannot get over how stricken Blaine looks when Kurt turns around. His heart just drops out of his chest and he positively stumbles on that last step. They haven’t run far at all…but Blaine looks genuinely winded.
And here’s where my wrath comes in: Blaine-haters criticize Blaine because they think he should have hugged and comforted Kurt in this scene? Someone tell me when Kurt looks at all like he needs a damn hug. Kurt is not breaking down. He is raging, he is in agony and he is humiliated…but my god, when will people stop insisting that Kurt is a damsel in distress. That he needs big strong arms to hold him, or a tall hero to sweep in and take all his problems away.
Kurt has the looks and delicacy of a Disney princess, it’s true. But his delicacy and beauty is his own - it isn’t borrowed from misogynistic fairy tales. Kurt (and Chris for that matter) is a one in a million man who can cry the most beautiful, glistening tears and speak in the most melodic, trembling soprano…and yet be a tower of heroic strength and hold those broad masculine shoulders back in pride.
Blaine is staggered not by Kurt’s emotional outburst, but by his fierce passion and that pointing hand like a sword held out in contest to the jeering mob of his classmates. He isn’t lending an ear to some flustered ingenue and he isn’t handing a tissue to his sniffling effeminate boyfriend: he’s watching the number one man in his life with awe, and he’s helping to clean his wounds before going back for the final round.
This time it isn’t Blaine’s fight*, and he knows it; this is Kurt’s honor that is being called into question, and he has to do this on his own (thank you, Chris for rewriting that part). Kurt kneels and swears to his lover that he will show their enemies that they can’t touch them, that they can’t touch what he and Blaine have.
And when he finds himself finally defenceless and surrounded on the battlefield, Blaine is there to help him deliver that final, crushing blow to the enemy. So you detractors can go stuff your silly heroes and their patronizing hugs, because Blaine got this 100% right. He knows the true value of Kurt’s honor and pride as well as Kurt does.
*referring to Blaine’s “lump in his throat” from the Sadie Hawkins dance at his old school
(Yeah, so I ran on with the whole damsel/warrior/battle thing a bit too much but hey…I’m not actually a writer, I just pretend to be on tumblr, lol)
Blaine: Get away from me you little shit! Red clashes with my outfit awfully! It’s gross! Eat my boots you undapper fucckkk!! Hiiiyyyyaaahh!!
This doesn’t even make sense.
Unless I’m Ezio… then it makes all the sense in the world.
Ryan is always accurate. Gtfo of my bed, now I have to set this shit on fire and get a new one.
this makes sense
What To Wear, by aspiringtoeloquence
Blaine Anderson was a private school boy.
For years his wardrobe five days a week was limited to a simple choice: Blazer, sweater, or sweater-vest.
Blaine had confided to Kurt that he didn’t like the cut of the Dalton Sweater, so he’d usually stuck with the blazer, and occasionally, when he was feeling especially daring, paired it with the red sweater vest.
Hearing this, Kurt had kind of feared for his new friend’s out-of-school wardrobe.
Kurt discovered, however, that while Blaine wasn’t as avant guarde or daring as he was himself (which made sense, all things considered), he knew how to dress. His style was a little more conservative, it was true, and Kurt believed that cardigans needed to be chosen more carefully and utilized far less regularly than Blaine did, but it was a general relief to him that, for the most part, he didn’t feel the need to rip up any of his boyfriend’s clothing.
Off him, occasionally. But not up.
And Blaine knew enough about Kurt’s style to be a valuable shopping companion upon occasion. Neither of them dressed the other, per se, but they’d pick out things that they could see the other wearing, and Kurt only had to scream a few times at the thought that Blaine thought he would wear that.
When Blaine finally decided to come to McKinley, and they realized that this meant he needed about three times the amount of clothing he currently possessed, Kurt actually rubbed his hands together in delight.
Blaine’s face was a cross between fear and indulgent delight, and the fact that the fear was tempered with anything else was a testament to his status as completely in love.
Blaine’s first day was a Monday, and Kurt declared Saturday morning time for an official shopping trip. Blaine knew him well enough not to make any plans for later in the day.
They hit six stores in the first three hours, and Blaine accumulated a collection of polos, sweaters and (with Kurt’s reluctant admittance that they did look good on him) cardigans.
Kurt was determined not to push him into wearing anything he wasn’t comfortable with, no matter how good he would look in it, and confined himself to pieces he knew Blaine would like. When Blaine looked confused at the way he skipped entirely a rack of tight t-shirts with sequins, a design he had definitely commented that he had loved last time they were in the store, and even suggested Blaine would look good in, he smiled and shrugged.
“Just because it would look amazing on you doesn’t mean you have to wear it. I know you… I know your style isn’t the same as mine, and you… I want you to be comfortable being you.” His smile widened. “Everyone’ll be jealous, no matter what you wear.”
If they had been anywhere other than in the middle of a crowded mall in Lima, Ohio, Kurt knew that Blaine would have kissed him. As it was, they settled for staring at each other for a moment, and letting Blaine’s fingers twine briefly through his as they walked to pay.
He had jeans, and they were in one last store before lunch when Kurt spotted a heavily discounted scarf, and left the display of pants he’d been idly browsing. When he returned to find Blaine he was gone, and a text revealed he was in the fitting room.
He settled himself on the bench outside, checking his texts ad scrolling though his facebook feed, until he heard a throat clear.
He looked up and had to stop himself from licking his lips, instead giving in to the urge to smile more widely that he thought was possible.
The shirt was a definite no - the style didn’t suit Blaine’s shoulders, and the shade of pale green was terrible, and didn’t make anything pop enough, but…
“I really like the pants,” Blaine said, kind of shyly. “It’s not something I’d normally wear, but if you think they look okay…”
They were slightly short, a bright shade of red, and fairly tight, although not nearly as tight as what Kurt wore to school on a regular basis. They weren’t the same as his own, which were more suited to his long legs. These looked great on Blaine. They were doing seriously amazing things to his legs (and Kurt’s imagination), but before he answered Kurt didn’t look at the fit, or the color.
He looked at Blaine’s face as he looked at himself in the mirror, his chin a little higher, his eyes shining just a bit brighter.
“The pants are perfect,” Kurt said. “You look perfect.”
Blaine turned. “Really? I don’t look -“
“You look happy,” Kurt smiled, standing, leaving the various bags to put his hands on his boyfriend’s waist and hook his chin over his shoulder. “If you like them, you should get them. You look amazing.”
They made eye contact in the mirror for a moment, and one of Blaine’s hands covered Kurt’s where it rested on the beltloop of the red pants.
“But not the shirt, right?”
Kurt snorted and stepped back. “Oh, no, the shirt is hideous.”
Blaine’s laugh carried as he walked back into the dressing cubicle, throwing out ideas for which color shirt he could wear with those pants on Monday.
Kurt couldn’t wait.
So This is for the lovely ssimliee, because she asked for me to request something when she hit a follower milestone, and so I asked her for a request when I hit 4,000 followers. :) She asked for Kurt and three different Blaines. So This is what I got!
-Blarren!Blaine (That Blaine in fanfics that is always carrying Darren traits, like the glasses, HP love, his songs, etc.)
-Drunk!Blaine (The Blaine that we all love for his nonsensical drabble and boozy cuddles)
-Dapper!Blaine (The Blaine we all know and love. But is it Blaine Warbler or Blaine Anderson? The word may never know!)
so why don’t we go somewhere only we know