"And there was tongue and they kept talking about boobs and I felt like such a third wheel! And I think Kitty and Artie might have been inviting me for a threesome when they mentioned bumper bowling…?”
"I’m not the lead singer in my own band and I don’t understand what Santana and Rachel are fighting about anymore and apparently Santana’s girlfriend still exists and I’m pretty sure they’ve forgotten I’m actually a person and not a gay handbag."
I just really want to know what Kurt and Blaine’s phone conversation at the end of this week was like.
this is such a beautiful ask, anon, thank you
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Merry Christmas, Darling
Anon prompted: “Kurt locks himself out of his apartment and he has nowhere to go… until he runs into Blaine, his neighbour, who he has never really talked to.”
The rolling door rattled in its tracks, the old wood creaking and groaning but remaining steadfastly in place no matter how hard Kurt pulled at the handle. In one last, desperate attempt he dropped his gloves and grocery bags to the floor and wrapped both hands around the door handle and tugged. And the damn thing still refused to budge.
Christmas Eve and he was locked out of his own apartment.
This was all Rachel’s fault. And he wasn’t just saying that this time. It was really her fault.
Yeah, Glee can get back to me when they let their engaged couple do something even half as raunchy as that shit we just saw on the show.
Glee can get back to me when Kurt is allowed to kiss his fiance in more than one episode per season rather than having him grinding on a one-episode character.
Oh gosh. I don’t think I ever read it, but the summary sounds wicked familiar. I’ll go ahead and publish this and see if any of my followers might be able to point you in the right direction?
Here’s hoping someone can help you out! Good luck!
My Only One
For Anon, whoever you are, who saved my entire Thanksgiving by sending me “that resolution was kinda sucky, but imagine them skyping later and kurt has his puppet and blaine’s all like “so… are we okay?” and then the kurt puppet answers and blaine’s all smiley and goes to get his puppet and then they talk as the puppets until they just can’t anymore and dissolve into laughter and it’s super cute uwu” I hope this is what you were hoping for! <3
Spoilers for 5x07. 1032 words of fix-it fic. Unbeta’d. Title from “You’re My Best Friend” by Queen. Also found on Fanfiction - [x]
He’s had his cursor over the Skype icon for the last five minutes, but he just hasn’t been able to muster up the courage to click it open.
They haven’t had much of an opportunity to talk since that last disastrous phone call; brief text messages about how Figgins had exposed all of them to a dangerous gas leak in the choir room in a twisted attempt at sabotaging Coach Sylvester and a picture back from Kurt earlier this afternoon of the entire group of them in the loft posing with their puppets that had made Blaine laugh (and then maybe he had cried a little bit, too). So they were okay. He thought.
He hadn’t hallucinated anyone as puppets for a whole day, so that had to be a good sign at least.
Taking a deep, sturdying breath, he clicked down and waited for Skype to open. Kurt’s incoming call appears on his screen before the page even has time to finish loading.