LLG AU

Dani tossed Blaine a paper cup with the next order scrawled across it. He loved when they worked together, because things behind the counter seemed to work like clockwork. She worked the register and wrote the names and orders on paper cups and tossed them to Blaine. Then they mercilessly mocked the general population of Lima, OH. It worked, okay?

The name on the cup had him rolling his eyes so dramatically, they were surely going to get stuck like that one of these days.

kurt
nonfat mocha

"Oh, Blaine.. I think he plays for you team, baby," Dani whispered, ducking behind the espresso machine like they were secret agents or something equally ridiculous.

Blaine sighed as he dumped a few packets of regular sugar in Kurt's coffee. "Of course he does." He thrust the cup into Dani's hand. "Now go away."

Dani shrugged. "Just trying to share the love, darlin'!" She walked back out to the bar. "Kurt! Nonfat Mocha!"

Wanted to give into the Facebook fic cliche.. and what better time to look at someone's news feed than after a breakup? Takes place in the Come Back 'Verse in late 2012.

( something different. )

Blaine hated Christmas. There was too much mistletoe, too many carols, and it was Ohio - so 'too much snow' went without saying. Everyone was too cheerful. The shops were full of homicidal soccer moms. Even the Lima Bean was disgustingly decked out in tinsel and holly. He had spent a majority of winter break hiding out in Noah Puckerman's basement where the two had been indulging in some old school raiding. Who would have thought there would be a time where Illidan could be two manned? It probably helped that the level cap was now 90, but Blaine preferred to believe that it was because they were total badasses.

"Wanna try to grab a few more for ICC?" he asked, not sounding too excited about the prospect of continuing bumming around Azeroth. Blaine had spent the past few weeks moping around Lima, avoiding certain ex-boyfriends that may or may not be named Kurt Hummel, and blaming his woes on the gray winter days. "We could probably four man it.. I guess."

Kurt was... to say he was on edge would be a massive understatement. He'd meticulously planned the evening down to the last detail. Reservations, theater tickets, outfits, he'd even planned their route to the restaurant based on the most likely traffic patterns. And now everything was ruined because Y-NHH and the entire world was conspiring against him and had made Blaine late.

You know, because it wasn't enough for Kurt to be nervous as hell already. The universe had to throw as many obstacles in his way as it could. Ugh.

Their reservations had been for 8:30, and it was now past ten. Blaine still hadn't managed to get home yet. Kurt was still restlessly pacing the same path across the apartment as he had been off and on since receiving Blaine's maddening text informing him that he was going to be late.

Seriously. See if he ever tried to plan a proposal again.

Finally, after what felt like a million years, he heard footsteps outside and the familiar sound of Blaine's key in the lock. Kurt stilled his pacing and stood, arms crossed over his chest and jaw clenched. It was probably irrational to blame Blaine, but right now... if his frustration didn't go somewhere he was going to spontaneously combust. "You," he started in immediately, waving any sort of greeting or preamble, "are two hours late. Two fucking hours, Blaine! I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up at all!"

Domestic Klaine is like crack to me. I've written like.. 5 drabbles like this, but I figured I'd share my favorite.

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“No,” Kurt announces as he walks in the door. “No, Blaine. We are grown adults. This is not happening. I’m going to walk back out the door, and when I come back in thirty minutes - I expect our living room to be restored to it’s original state.”
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This had seemed like a brilliant plan when he'd hopped on the train that morning. He had a three day weekend with no set plans or obligations, what better way to spend it than with his best friend? So, he'd caught the next train to New Haven and now he was standing just inside the Yale-New Haven Hospital with two sandwiches he'd purchased from a local deli wrapped in a paper brown bag.

Which of course was the moment his nerves started to kick in.

Because Blaine wasn't actually aware of the fact that Kurt was even there. How cocky was that, right? Showing up on someone's doorstep prepared to spend the weekend at their house without so much as calling and warning them first. What if Blaine had plans? Or just didn't want him there. Which, all right, that one was unlikely. It had been a few weeks since they'd been able to meet up, they exchanged 'I miss you's on a regular enough basis to be mocked by their mutual acquaintances, and every time they had seen each other since Wes and Lola's wedding three months earlier had been absolutely wonderful.

Things would be fine. Blaine would be happy to see him, and things would be fine. Courage. Right. Okay. He squared his shoulders and took a deep breath before setting off down the hall, towards the part of the hospital Blaine worked in.

"There's a moment when you say to yourself, there you are.. I've been looking for you forever. Some people find it hard to believe that Wes and Lola had that moment nearly two decades ago, but let's just say that Mr. and Mrs. Sung are an anomaly.. in more ways than one. Still, not all of us can be that lucky. It's rare that you find the love of your life on the swing set.. or in high school.. or even out in the world. Wes and Lola made me never want to stop looking.

To the happy couple!"

( the juxtaposition of past and present staring back at him )

I thought you slept with Gavin. I don't know -why- I thought that and I'm not trying to knock your virtue in any way here, but I just thought for sure when I saw you guys together... I don't know. I'm so dumb.

sent 9:45pm july 13th to Kurt

"No," Kurt said firmly, not sure whether to fix his gaze on his incorrigible fiancé or the tiny little dachshund in his arms.

( Damn thing looked like it wanted to pee on everything he loved. )

( WEDDINGS/ENGAGEMENTS: Anderson-Thompson, Miller )

Kurt was well aware that he was doing a very stupid thing, here. Even more stupid, perhaps, than it had been at the start of the summer. Because at the beginning of the summer? There'd been no Brenden. Or at least, no Brenden near by, ruining things and messing with Blaine's head. And now there had been an entire week of him. A week Blaine had spent making up with his ex (who was not Kurt), and which Kurt had spent moping because Blaine was ignoring him in favor of, probably, sleeping with someone else.

It had kind of sort of really sucked.

Which was why he really shouldn't be doing this now, right after Brenden had left (apparently leaving Blaine still single). 'This' being him curled up on the sofa with Blaine in his arms after sharing a giant bowl of ice cream (bites of which they'd fed to each other, because they were and always had been kind of ridiculous) as they watched cheesy movies. But it just... it felt nice. Kurt had spent the week thinking he was going to be chucked out of Blaine's life again. It felt good to know that wasn't going to happen, that he was still needed.

And it just felt good to hold Blaine.

"I am so full I don't think I can move," he murmured into Blaine's hair. "This is all your fault."

The past week had been filled with text messages full of avoidance. It wasn't as if he owed Kurt any explanation - he had made it clear that they weren't dating. Still, he found a small sense of satisfaction when texting him things like 'can't, brenden's in town' or 'maybe another time, brenden's taking me to dinner.' He wore the tell-tale little bruises on his neck as a sort of badge of honor. (Along with the playful jeering from his co-workers. One girl had even been confused because 'I thought you were dating Kurt!') Here was a boy who was willing to just be him, instead of hiding in the backseat of a car and lying to their friends. Blaine was someone's again, and it felt wonderful.

Of course, the week had ended and Brenden was gone - leaving Blaine just as broken as the day they had ended things. His ex-boyfriend had offered some crappy explanation of 'it was fun, right? we had fun.' He had only come back into Blaine's life for a good time, it seemed.

And now he felt like absolute shit.

He sat in one of the booths towards the back of the Lima Bean, an uncharacteristic coffee cup in hand. Sue him for falling back into old habits, but he hadn't been sleeping much lately. Staring vacantly at his phone probably wasn't going to make it ring, but it was worth a shot. Maybe he hadn't meant it. They had been good together, right? Six months was nothing to shake a stick at.

Kurt really didn't feel like being awake/alive today. He would much rather have stayed in Blaine's bed forever without moving or thinking or doing anything ever again. His head was killing him, everything was too bright and too loud. But he couldn't stay there forever because eventually Blaine was going to be back and even had Kurt not been convinced that he looked as bad as he felt, he wouldn't have been ready to face him.

A lot of his memories of the night before were vague, particularly after he and Blaine had left the party. But he remembered enough to be thoroughly mortified and furious with himself. He remembered trying to seduce Blaine and he definitely remembered their conversation in the Thompson's drive way. But he sure as hell was going to pretend he didn't.

In order to do that, though, he needs time to regroup and turn himself into a human being again. One shower and one cup of coffee later, he feels a little better. He still feels vaguely like road kill, and everything is still too bright, but he's got sunglasses on and that helps some. The drive to Rachel's isn't long, and around 12:30 he's standing on her front porch and knocking, impatiently tapping his foot as he waits for her to answer.

Fuck my entire life seemed to be the reoccurring theme for the evening. The former New Directions had thrown Kurt a boozy birthday party, and Blaine had been one of the brave souls to volunteer to be a designated driver. He figured the least he could do was make sure that his ex-boyfriend got the chance to properly enjoy the festivities without having to worry about a ride home. Wait.. why was that the least he could do? He should have let him continue to be a total lush and walk his ass home. Whatever. Duty calls. He tossed the water bottle he had been crumpling in his fist into the trash can before crossing the Berrys' basement to break up whatever that was.

"Alright, birthday boy. We have to get you home before the carriage turns back into a pumpkin," he cooed, attempted to pacify Kurt. He tended to be a bratty drunk when things weren't going exactly his way. It was a good forty-five minutes before curfew, but if the fact that he was currently grinding on dancing with Noah Puckerman was any indication, it was time to get him home.

title: the five times blaine anderson fell in love (and the one time it was for keeps)
word count: 717
rating: R
warnings: Implied sexual acts, drug use
summary: In which Blaine falls in love way too easily.


( The only thing that is clear is that it has to end. )

Title: Live Through This (And You Won't Look Back) 1/2
Rating/Warnings: PG 13, implied sexual situations, angst
Disclaimer: not my characters, I just borrowed them. I will put them back when I'm done.
Summary: Future AU. Klaine breaks up their freshman year of college. This fic follows Kurt during their time apart.

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Kurt had the house to himself for the evening. Finn was crashing at Puck's, and Dad and Carole were out of town for the night visiting Carole's sister. This presented him with a perfect opportunity to have Blaine over to the house instead of sneaking around Lima making out in the Navigator like they were sixteen all over again. It also offered him the chance to prove to Wes, once and for all, that he and Blaine were well and truly fine with the... arrangement they had. That there was no reason for it to be awkward just because they had history.

So he'd invited them both over for dinner.

All in all, he was quite pleased with his plans for the evening. He'd made pizza dough and set out several different types of cheese, vegetable, seasoning, and sauces for toppings, and had made a chocolate icebox pie the night before, for dessert. He felt quite accomplished. Everything was coming together quite nicely, and now all he had to do was sit back and wait for his guests to arrive.

So you'll never guess who I saw today..

sent 7:31pm june 15th to Wes

Hey, so, guess who I ran into at the Lima Bean the other day?

sent 7:15pm june 15th to Wes

This sappy little gem was inspired by Ingrid & the college rp-verse I've been writing with Birdy. WARNING. This is kind of sad. Yeah.

( all I can do is keep breathing )