[later that night, blaine’s promises continue…]
“To make love to you any chance we get. To fuck you when we don’t have time for making love. To use my tongue to make you moan. To bite at that spot right here,” he sank his teeth into the tender flesh behind Kurt’s ear, “until you beg for mercy.”
Blaine ground his hips down hard, his own mouth falling open with a groan. “To never stop trying to turn our two bodies into one.”
He yelped in surprise when he was suddenly flipped over onto his back. Kurt quickly straddled him and pinned his hands to the bed on either side of his head . Crystal blue seared through him with frightening intensity, and then they were kissing, furiously, passionately, with teeth and tongue and shared breaths caught between devouring mouths. Just when Blaine was half mad with arousal, Kurt pulled his head back, just out of reach.
“To shutting you up when actions can speak so much louder than words,” Kurt finished.
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The Hardest Part of This
Blaine gets some bad news and has to tell his friends.
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Kurt and Blaine sat in the back of Blaine’s car. Blaine half lay against Kurt’s chest. He had his ear pressed against Kurt’s chest, because I just want to listen to your heart. Kurt stroked Blaine’s cheek, shoulder, arm, whatever he could touch. Even Blaine’s gelled down curls.
“Maybe your jokes about using glue for gel was a good idea.” The teen whispered mirthlessly into the silence, “That way it won’t fall off.”
Blaine waited for Kurt to whisper something like ‘Blaine stop it,’ or ‘That’s not funny’. But Kurt said nothing. Maybe because this wasn’t just pessimistic talk anymore, scared comments made while waiting for the test results. It wasn’t just a maybe anymore.
This was real.
Klainers Raised $13,606 for Charity!
$2,950 for the charity auction
$1,250 more than we’d need
$9,406 to say, “Thank you”
$13,656 for the 2,528 people we’ll feed
We did it. For charity. For fandom.
Thank you all.
It was an honor.
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50 pictures of darren criss → 5/50
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after 3 years they’re finally ready to be exclusive :3
I knew those crazy kids would make it work someday. <3
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btw, sorry for the length of that last post… there’s no read more on picture posts and for some strange reason i didn’t know how to include photos on text posts way back when i wrote that. yeah… still a noob.
Kurt looked down curiously at the red box in his hands, his mouth slightly agape in surprise. He glanced briefly behind him at the retreating back of Mercedes who had handed him the present on the way to her next class. No explanation but for the sly look in her eyes and a cheery wink when he asked what it was for. He had an inkling, of course, this wasn’t the first small box he’d received that day.
The first had been waiting for him inside his locker bright and early in the morning. His heart had leapt to his throat in excitement. It was his first real Christmas with Blaine, after all, and he’d been selfishly looking forward to seeing what his boyfriend would get him.
When he’d pried open the small ring box, it had revealed a tiny piece of folded paper in the shape of a T-shirt. He scoffed at the oddity, but unfolded it to read a hand-written message in a very familiar scrawl.
“I would buy you a shirt, but I could never do justice to your fashion sense. Your style inspires me every day. I can’t wait to see you take New York by storm, a place that will truly embrace how loudly and proudly you stand out. You are never afraid to be exactly who you are and I’m constantly amazed by your courage.”
He’d smiled at the sweetness, though he was still confused what it had meant. Was that all? Not that the prose wasn’t heartfelt… but still. There had to be more to his Christmas present than a note about what Blaine coulda-woulda-shoulda bought for him, right?
His answer arrived in second period when he found another box sitting on his desk before World History. He opened it to find one more piece of origami, this time in the shape of a guitar. The intricate shape was harder to unravel –and part of him felt guilty for ruining such a thing- but eventually he saw Blaine’s flowing script once more.
“I would write you a song, but I can’t find the words to describe how much you mean to me. So maybe I’ll borrow a few instead: ‘I was born to love you, with every single beat of my heart. I was born to take care of you, every single day of my life.’”
He couldn’t help the blush that crept across his cheeks. He quickly ducked his head and hid the note under his desk when the rest of the class filed in and his teacher called their attention. But, during lulls in the class discussion, he found himself glancing down and re-reading the neatly penned lyrics. I was born to love you.
His boyfriend had been noticeably scarce when he went looking for him at the next break and had deflected all of his questions at lunch. There was a smile in his eyes, though, as he asked for Kurt to be patient and that was enough to momentarily appease his curiosity.
And now here he was, stopped in the hall on his way to fifth period with another box in his hands. He opened it with eagerness and a hint of nervousness at what might be written inside. The origami ring was red and white and adorable. He unfolded it.
“I would buy you a ring, but I’ve already given you all my promises. A promise to listen. A promise to love. A promise to be wherever you need me to be, whenever you need me to be. And I add to that the promise to be yours until the end of time. You are my everything, Kurt Hummel, and I could not imagine a life without you.“
He had almost cried. Right there in the middle of a crowd of students. But he managed to keep his emotions in check, blinking rapidly to dissipate the moisture in his eyes. He took a moment to look up and around him as if Blaine would suddenly appear and put an end to this scavenger hunt of love letters. But that beloved head of gelled hair was nowhere in sight.
Blaine eventually texted him during seventh period and asked him to meet at Kurt’s after school. So once classes ended for the day, he bid a hasty retreat to his car. And sitting there on the dash was another box. The origami car was made of a sleek black paper as if to represent a miniature version of his Navigator. He grinned knowing that was most likely Blaine’s intention and then read the message written in metallic silver ink.
“I would take you on a trip, but no place is more important to me than the ones we’ve already been to. Dalton, where we met. The Lima Bean, where we became friends. McKinley, where we conquered our fears. Scandals, where I found out that you’ll forgive even my stupidest of mistakes. Home, where we discovered love.”
When he arrived at his house, he immediately noticed that Finn’s car wasn’t in the driveway and his father’s car was missing from the garage. Was nobody home?
He pushed open the front door hesitantly and called out for Blaine. “In here!” he heard from the direction of the kitchen. What he saw when he entered the room rendered him temporarily speechless.
There were candles everywhere. A few at the center of the table, dimly lighting two place settings, some up on the credenza against the wall and a scattered bunch on the counter on the other side of the table. The sun was only just starting to set which added a richness to the light in the room that brought up the romance level a few notches.
He heard the squeak of the oven door closing, a brief waft of what smelled like lasagna hit his nostrils and then his boyfriend was coming around the corner to greet him. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Kurt swept his gaze across the room once more. “What’s all this?”
“The last bit of your Christmas present.” Blaine’s smile was uncharacteristically hesitant. “You got the boxes, right?” At the brunet’s nod, he cleared his throat nervously and continued. “Those were all the things I was thinking of getting you. But the more I thought about it, the more nothing seemed good enough. So, instead of all that, I give you this.” Blaine gestured at his entire person.
“You?” Kurt asked with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye.
His boyfriend laughed, but then quickly contained his mirth and shot Kurt a teasingly dark look for ruining the mood. “No. Well, sort of.” He ducked his head when he realized how egotistical that sounded. He shook his head and murmured angrily to himself, “I’m doing this wrong.”
Kurt’s eyes softened and he slowly approached the dark-haired boy in front of him. With a gentle hand he lifted his chin so their gazes could meet. “Hey, it’s just me. You don’t have to be nervous.”
Blaine chuckled lightly. “I’m always nervous around you.”
“Whatever for?”
“You mean everything to me,” he replied earnestly. “And I’m always nervous I’ll do something to screw this up.”
“Blaine.”
“No, please, let me finish?” He waited until Kurt conceded before taking a deep breath and stepping back a few inches. “Ok, let me try this again.” He pulled his hand from behind his back and held up a delicate origami crane. It was made of a slightly shimmery paper that caught the light of the candles in the room and reflected warmly against Blaine’s skin. Kurt wanted to reach out a touch it, but he obediently stayed put and let Blaine finish.
“They say that if you fold a thousand paper cranes, your dearest wish will be granted. I already have my dearest wish.” He snuck a shy glance up into sparkling blue. “So my gift to you is that I will fold a crane for every single day that we’re together until you have a thousand so that you might also get your wish one day. Whether that be singing on Broadway or becoming the next great fashion designer… I want to help you get there.”
Touched, Kurt plucked the bird from his fingers. “Oh, Blaine.” His voice was strangled and breathy and he leaned forward a bit to press into his boyfriend as he gathered his thoughts. “You’re my dearest wish too. I never thought I’d be lucky enough to find a boy who loves me as much as you do.”
“I do love you, so much. And I know we’re still in high school and you’ll be off at college next year, but I want us to last. I want to be there to see your name up in lights.” He leaned forward to touch their lips together softly. “It’s not a ring – the one I wanted to get you was too expensive,” he said as an aside, “but it’s still a promise.”
“Thank you,” Kurt whispered tearfully. He wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine’s shoulders and nuzzled against the side of his neck. “I’m gonna hold you to this promise, you know.”
“I’m counting on it,” Blaine laughed.
“Good, ‘cause you’ve got about nine months worth of cranes to start folding.”
(Source: colfy, via hummelberry)
To always love you. To defend you even if I know you’re wrong. To surprise you. To always pick up your call no matter what I’m doing. To bake you cookies at least twice a year and to kiss you whenever and where ever you want. Mostly to make sure that you always remember how perfectly imperfect you are.
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The Box Scene Acquisition Project + The Box Scene Script (final part of The Box Scene livestream)
Here is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! THE BOX SCENE. Thanks to all the people involved.
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