NO BUT I WANT A NY STORY IN WHICH BLAINE MISSES BEING NIGHTBIRD
BECAUSE IT STOOD FOR SOMETHING. HEALING, AND HELPING, AND CHAMPIONING HIMSELF AS WELL AS ADVERSITY
AND HE’S ALL DOWN ABOUT IT AND JUST MENTIONS IT TO KURT BECAUSE KURT ASKS WHAT’S BUGGING HIM
AND THEN ONE NIGHT BLAINE GOES BACK TO THE LOFT
AND THERE’S A RANSOM NOTE
AND IT’S LIKE “IF YOU WANT YOUR FIANCE BACK, NIGHTBIRD, YOU MUST FACE ME ON THE ROOF”
AND SO BLAINE THROWS ON HIS NIGHTBIRD COSTUME AND CLIMBS UP TO THE ROOF
AND KURT’S UP THERE IN SOME FABULOUS COSTUME WITH SOME SAI SWORDS AND LATEX AND A MASK AND HE’S SMIRKING AND HE’S CLEARLY SUPPOSED TO BE A SUPERVILLAIN LIKE HE’S ALL IN RED OR SOMETHING
AND HE GIVES BLAINE THIS CHEESY VILLAIN SPEECH AND IT’S ALL RIDICULOUS
AND BLAINE PLAYS ALONG AND THEN KURT’S LIKE “FACE ME LIKE A MAN”
AND BLAINE’S ALL “OKAY” AND THEN HE JUST TACKLES HIM AND KURT GOES DOWN LAUGHING AND THEN THEY KISS
AND BLAINE’S ALL “THANK YOU”
AND THEN KURT GOES “WHAT, FOR GETTING YOU TO DROP YOUR GUARD?” AND THEN HE STARTS TICKLING BLAINE MERCILESSLY AND THEY JUST GOOF OFF AS NIGHTBIRD AND HIS ARCHNEMESIS AND
I JUST WANT THAT
headcanon for kurt and blaine's nightly routines once they're livin in the loft? does kurt wash blaine's hair and then play with his curls? do they give each other back rubs? doES BLAINE PLAY THE PIANO IN HIS JAMMIES WHILST KURT SINGS INTO A HAIRBRUSH BEFORE THEY GO TO BED? DOES BLAINE SIT ON KURT'S LAP WHILST THEY DRINK HOT CHOCOLATE? ARE THEY THE CUTEST COUPLE IN THE WORLD?
ANON I FEEL LIKE YOU MAYBE ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWERS TO ALL THESE QUESTIONS
Kurt’s shuffling around the kitchen when Blaine comes home, and he smiles at the rustle of Blaine shrugging out of his coat, the soft footsteps until suddenly there are arms wrapping around his waist, a chin tucking just over his shoulder.
"Good evening," Kurt hums, leaning back and feeling a warm tug in his belly when Blaine’s lips skim over his neck.
"Thought about you all day."
Kurt’s chest flutters happily. “Oh?”
Blaine slides his hands down the length of Kurt’s arms and guides Kurt’s hands to the counter in front of him, holding them in place. “Don’t move.” His voice is low, commanding in a way that’s so different from Blaine’s usual soft tone that it doesn’t even occur to Kurt not to obey.
His name is written on Kurt’s left ring finger. That’s where all the names of soulmates are—just around the base the letters tiny but stark. And if he’s got the order of the letters correct, and he’s sure he does, his name is Blaine Anderson.
Kurt meets him three times without even knowing it.
First, they pass each other by at a show choir competition. The same happens the second time. The third, they stand on opposite sides of Lima’s gay bar and look each other’s way a few times, but neither of them approaches.
It’s years later that they finally connect.
"Okay. Improv 101. Introduce yourselves, names and one random fact, go."
Kurt looks around nervously—it’s his first semester at NYADA, late admission, and he’s still half-convinced he didn’t quite earn his spot just yet. Something feels like it’s missing. But he has only seconds to gather himself, there are only two people before him in the circle—
"Caitlin Klein, I have double jointed knees."
The cute boy next to him straightens up and clears his throat.
"Blaine Anderson," he says, and Kurt’s heart clenches so hard that it can’t even beat its next pulse. "I’m here on early admissions and I’m terrified."
He turns to look at Kurt, and Kurt realizes he’s next oh god what can he say—
"Kurt Hummel," he says, and Blaine’s eyes go as wide as his own feel. "And I just found my soulmate."
The room erupts, but Kurt can’t even here it.
There he is.
"blaine looks all wedding my heart stopped for a second before i rolled my eyes at myself" but what if it is wedding Blaine and Artie is part of his groomsmen party and Blaine starts freaking out before the wedding about all their clothes and goes around fixing everyone's suits and bowties because he ties them best bc he just wants it all to be perfect so he can sufficiently wow Kurt at the altar
blaine the groomzilla, gathering all his best men and groomsmaids and just a handful of random people who are invited as well, why not, lining them up like they’re in the army and using a lint roller to fix the guys’ suits before poking at tina’s bouquet, even burt starts worrying a lil bit so he has to pull blaine aside and be like “look son, you know kurt’s a sure thing, right, he’s not gonna leave you because cooper’s tie was crooked”
of course at that blaine just looks more nauseous and whimpers “oh my god mr hummel COOPER’S TIE IS CROOKED?!?!?” and runs to fix it
(and burt rubs his eyes before deciding to go check on groomzilla number two, his son, who’s currently in a last minute panic trying to convince his groomsmaids to change their hairstyles, which took both rachel and santana four hours that morning to get done)
Baby I Believe
I Dream of Jeannie AU
Kurt had found the lamp at an estate sale. It would have been quite an understatement to say that he was surprised when, after forcing the lid off, a cloud of pink smoke had billowed out and turned into a guy that was dressed like a preppy kid from the fifties. In fact, Kurt had fallen off the edge of the bed and kept scrambling backwards until his back had collided with the wall.
What Kurt had been sure was a hallucination had made the situation worse by saying, “Don’t flip, I’ll clue you. You’re not a sewer, right?”, and Kurt had whimpered, “Oh God, I wish you would stop talking.”
Miraculously, it had done just that.
It was only after Finn, passing by the open door, had suggested Kurt at least keep it closed when sneaking guys into his room while Burt was home, that Kurt had accepted that he wasn’t just imaging things. And it was only after snapping, “I wish you would explain what’s going on,” to the frustratingly silent boy that he’d let out a relieved sigh and replied, “Oh, thank you, I thought I’d be mute for a while there.” He’d straightened out the front of his red cardigan, smiled wide, and held out a hand to shake. “Hello, I’m Blaine, a genie. Are you going to tell me your name, or should I just call you ‘Master’?”
You Look Like You’re The Best
Blaine spends the entire dinner grumbling that Kurt should have let him install the nanny cams around the house.
"I don’t know what you’re so worried about," Kurt says, ignoring Blaine’s hints that they should get going and asking for a dessert menu. “He was babysitting you back when he was a teenager and he never lost you."
"That I remember," Blaine counters darkly.
But when they finally arrive home, it’s to find that their son is peacefully slumbering, bath taken and dinner finished. Cooper has even tidied up the house. Kurt thanks him enthusiastically while Blaine thanks him contritely, and Cooper makes them promise to go out and let him see his nephew more often on his way out the door.
They don’t start getting phone calls from talent competitions about their son’s audition tape until a whole week later.
Kurt has a collection of wedding rings—fourteen of them, to be exact—hidden in an old menthols tin in his drawer. He’s not sure how it escaped discovery when Santana ransacked his room. Maybe it didn’t, and she just felt it wasn’t as juicy a discovery as Brody’s pager and wad of cash.
He’s spent a lot of time rationalizing why it isn’t weird to have them. Because all of them were furtively purchased at estate sales he went to with Blaine, while Blaine was preoccupied with bow ties and blazers. And while it was a little strange to buy a wedding ring a week after graduating high school for your boyfriend of more than a year, it was definitely, extremely strange to buy a wedding ring while on an outing with your platonic friend of five weeks. Kurt knew that at the time, but all he saw when he picked them up was how well they would fit Blaine, and really, what was the harm in having it…?
He doesn’t look at them after the break up, but he doesn’t get rid of them, either.
Isabelle is very gracious about giving him time off to see his dad. He has to press her for an assignment when his dad’s clean bill of health lets him return to the city earlier than he’d feared he would. She finally tells him about an estate sale upstate. The late woman in question used to be a model for Vogue way back in the sixties. Kurt goes to her penthouse with vague ideas about an op-ed piece, or finding some inspiration for something new among the old, but the first thing he thinks when he sees the jewelry laid out on the vanity is Blaine.
By the time Blaine moves to New York, Kurt is up to seventeen.