(UHQ) Costumed fans attend the opening night of ‘Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince’ at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre on July 14, 2009 in Hollywood, California.
(Source: bleerios, via itsaverypottersenioryear)
(UHQ) Costumed fans attend the opening night of ‘Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince’ at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre on July 14, 2009 in Hollywood, California.
(Source: bleerios, via itsaverypottersenioryear)
Do you ever accidentally find yourself reading porn whilst listening to Disney songs and wonder what happened to your childhood?
(Source: iwishicouldjuggle)
Words: 2000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which Kurt faces his pamphlets and Blaine faces Kurt’s dad. Two weeks after they get together and the aftermath of sexy faces.
A/N: gettinglostinneverland prompted me with early Klaine, Blaine and Hudmel interactions. So I told her I’d write Blaine seeing Burt for the first time after Kurt and Blaine become boyfriends. This is for you, sweetie. It was meant to be a ficlet but look! It’s 2000 words. Come on. This time period never gets old.
And thank you so much as always to the amazing buckeyegrrl for the quick and last minute beta! Yay!
Things That Make You Blush
“Eraser’s in the top drawer,” Kurt nods towards his desk. Blaine is sitting on his bed, legs crossed, groaning at his math homework, and mumbling something about needing to erase the whole thing and start again.
“Thanks.” Blaine gets up, shaking his head. They’ve been together for two weeks now, and Blaine thinks they’ve gotten past the constantly giddy and self absorbed phase very well. Here they are in Kurt’s room, sitting calmly side by side on his bed, doing homework. So they happen to also be boyfriends. It’s cool. They are the epitome of maturity.
Kurt is still looking down at his French homework and also not being distracted by how no big deal this all is, when he notices Blaine is still standing at his desk, drawer open. When Kurt looks up, Blaine is staring, frozen, at the open drawer.
“Blaine?”
“Umm, Kurt?” Blaine squeaks and when he turns around, his eyes are wide, filled with what Kurt thinks looks like a combination of guilt, embarrassment, and amusement.
And then, “OH MY GOD. No.” Kurt remembers. And he is positively certain that Blaine has just gone looking for an eraser and instead found instructions on safer sex for boys who have sex with boys, a step by step guide for how to put on a condom, and a manifesto on redefining sex for gay kids.
Kurt can tell when it’s going to be one of those dates, because neither of them can seem to stop staring at each other’s lips.
They’ve been dating for sixteen days - sixteen wonderful, heart-poundingly exciting days. Kurt Hummel has had a boyfriend for sixteen days. And now he really has to stop thinking about that, because he’s biting his lip to hide his smile and Blaine keeps staring at his mouth and then looking up quickly, like he hopes Kurt doesn’t catch him.
“I—”
“Do you—”
They both speak at the same time and Blaine laughs, ducking his head a little. Kurt doesn’t try to hide his smile this time. “You first,” he says, kicking his foot out under the table and feeling a tiny thrill when Blaine presses his foot forward too, tapping his shoe against Kurt’s.
“I was thinking… if you’re okay with it, we could just get ice cream or cheesecake and then go back to my house? I’m not really up for a whole meal, and I know you said you ate earlier—”
“Cheesecake,” Kurt says immediately, giving Blaine a toothy grin before closing his mouth. “Definitely cheesecake.”
“Come sit with me, Kurt,” Quinn says, tugging Kurt over to a chair and settling across his lap, and Kurt’s face wrinkles up at the smell of Quinn’s breath.
“How drunk are you?”
“Clearly not drunk enough, because I still feel like crying every time Sam puts his mouth on Santana’s mouth,” Quinn mumbles, and Kurt’s eyes soften. He tries to keep away from all the heterosexual drama in their group, but he can’t help but have some small amount of pity for people who are fucked over by Santana.
“You’re wearing Lauren Zizes’ glasses,” Kurt points out, taking them off Quinn’s face and setting them on the back of the chair. Quinn blinks at him, her eyes warm and heavy-lidded in that way that makes it seem like she’s flirting with you and her eyelashes impossibly long. They remind him of Blaine’s a little. Blaine, who is currently on duet number three with Rachel Berry.
“You like him, huh?” Quinn asks softly, her hand sneaking behind Kurt’s neck to play with his hair. Kurt’s stomach draws up tight, his eyes flickering over to the stage before he looks down, eyes crossing at the pattern of Quinn’s dress.
“So how are things back at McKinley?” Kurt asks, and Blaine smiles at how Kurt’s out of breath after recounting his story of how he and Rachel got lost trying to find food again. It seems to happen to them a lot ever since they moved to New York.
“Oh, you know, about the same. Sugar dated Rory again for about five seconds and then decided she could do better.”
“Good girl,” Kurt mumbles, and Blaine laughs, leaning in closer to his laptop as if it’ll make the grainy image of Kurt show up any clearer.
“Also I, um, started looking into joining some clubs. Rachel suggested it, you know, as a way to boost my list of extracurriculars.”
“That’s a great idea!” Kurt says, beaming. “You have to give me updates on how that turns out.”
“Yeah, I’ll be sure to,” Blaine says with a smile. He doesn’t add, I’m doing it because this place feels so empty without you that it hurts. But only because there is a limited number of times you can cry over Skype with your boyfriend before it gets weird. And Blaine passed that number about three Skype calls ago.
“Come sit with me, Kurt,” Quinn says, tugging Kurt over to a chair and settling across his lap, and Kurt’s face wrinkles up at the smell of Quinn’s breath.
“How drunk are you?”
“Clearly not drunk enough, because I still feel like crying every time Sam puts his mouth on Santana’s mouth,” Quinn mumbles, and Kurt’s eyes soften. He tries to keep away from all the heterosexual drama in their group, but he can’t help but have some small amount of pity for people who are fucked over by Santana.
“You’re wearing Lauren Zizes’ glasses,” Kurt points out, taking them off Quinn’s face and setting them on the back of the chair. Quinn blinks at him, her eyes warm and heavy-lidded in that way that makes it seem like she’s flirting with you and her eyelashes impossibly long. They remind him of Blaine’s a little. Blaine, who is currently on duet number three with Rachel Berry.
“You like him, huh?” Quinn asks softly, her hand sneaking behind Kurt’s neck to play with his hair. Kurt’s stomach draws up tight, his eyes flickering over to the stage before he looks down, eyes crossing at the pattern of Quinn’s dress.
Kurt can tell when it’s going to be one of those dates, because neither of them can seem to stop staring at each other’s lips.
They’ve been dating for sixteen days - sixteen wonderful, heart-poundingly exciting days. Kurt Hummel has had a boyfriend for sixteen days. And now he really has to stop thinking about that, because he’s biting his lip to hide his smile and Blaine keeps staring at his mouth and then looking up quickly, like he hopes Kurt doesn’t catch him.
“I—”
“Do you—”
They both speak at the same time and Blaine laughs, ducking his head a little. Kurt doesn’t try to hide his smile this time. “You first,” he says, kicking his foot out under the table and feeling a tiny thrill when Blaine presses his foot forward too, tapping his shoe against Kurt’s.
“I was thinking… if you’re okay with it, we could just get ice cream or cheesecake and then go back to my house? I’m not really up for a whole meal, and I know you said you ate earlier—”
“Cheesecake,” Kurt says immediately, giving Blaine a toothy grin before closing his mouth. “Definitely cheesecake.”
“There were a lot of big stars in this movie, but, I had the most fun working with Nikki.” ~ Zac Efron
“One of the best parts of this whole experience was meeting Zac.” ~ Nikki Blonsky
(Source: comesclean)