alexwishington mused: what if this episode was set last year and Kurt was the one that wasn’t in the room instead of Brittany
(because lbr I was thinking this since I heard the spoilers)
Gunshots. Blaine’s head whips up as everyone in the choir room startles, Rachel jumping next to him in her seat. Mr. Schue looks towards the door, his eyes widening, and when a second gunshot is fired he snaps into action, rushing towards the doors and locking them.
“Guys, quickly,” he says, urgent, as he turns around. There is real terror in his eyes, and Blaine’s stomach twists sharply as Brittany lets out a soft cry behind him. This isn’t a joke, isn’t some drill where everything is laid-back and laughable as they wait for Figgins to come on the intercom and drawl about what an amazing job McKinley did, that they can all return to class now like everything is normal.
There is thick, palpable, bitter, suffocating fear in the room as the echoing report of the gunshot repeats and repeats itself tinnily in their minds.
Based on the Klaine picture Ryan tweeted
“So are you to back together or…?” a confused Mike asks, eyeing Kurt and Blaine who keep sharing smiles over their coffees and constantly giggling over their own private jokes.
“They were getting pretty cozy at the wedding that wasn’t,” Mercedes adds.
Kurt rolls his eyes. “Why does everybody feel the need to put a label on everything?” He tosses Blaine a knowing smile as he feels Blaine’s foot wrap around his own and the toe of Blaine’s shoe begins rubbing against his ankle.
“We’re your friends. We’re just curious,” Mercedes says.
Kurt looks from Blaine to Mercedes and back to Blaine who nonchalantly covers his smile with his hands and shrugs slightly. Kurt nudges his foot back against Blaine’s.
Based off of spoilers we got awhile ago for episode 4x18: Shooting Star. So yes, this has spoiler speculation, even though it’s really just how I think the characters will react to the situation.
~2,400 words
Kurt hums as he puts his toothbrush back in the little cup by the sink, quickly fishing his phone out of his pocket when he feels it vibrating.
He’s having a good day. A great one, actually. It isn’t raining, for once, and Rachel and Santana are both out of the loft for a few hours, which means he is alone and its quiet and it’s just a good day.
Kurt grins when he sees his dad’s face lit up on the screen, and he quickly presses the green button before the call ends.
“Dad, hi,” Kurt says, grin still plastered on his face as he bounces on his toes a little. There’s silence on the other end of the line for a few moments, causing Kurt to pause and look at the wall in confusion. “Um, are you there?”
“Yeah, yeah, bud, I’m here.” His voice sounds tired and strained, like it does when he’s had a long day, or when he’s worried about his health, or when he’s worrying about Kurt, and just like that, Kurt’s good mood vanishes.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice slipping a few octaves, because he can feel that something is wrong.
“You – you should turn on the news, bud.”
a fic based in part on “he’s just not that into you” because it was on tv and Mia wanted it :3
Both Kurt and Blaine wanted marriage. They wanted a house in the country, children playing in the yard, someone to grow old next to, wrinkles folding over their wedding rings. The whole package.
The only thing they disagreed on was the timing.
Kurt had always thought he’d get married later in life, after he’d found success in his career. But really, all he needed was the person he loved and the time was completely debatable. After finding Blaine, he would go and get married tomorrow - because Blaine was the one.
Blaine, on the other hand, had one stipulation before they actually got married.
Summary: What went down in the hotel room during the reception.
Written for the 100 Drabbles Challenge.
“Blaine?” Kurt whispers, high and breathy as he stares up at Blaine’s face, looks deep into his hazel eyes with a trembling lip and wet cheeks.
“What is it?” Blaine murmurs back, reaching down to cradle Kurt’s face in his hands with shaking fingers.
Kurt’s grip on Blaine’s back tightens, arm wrapping as far as it’ll go around his warm and naked skin, other arm splayed across the pillow beside Kurt’s head. He bites down on his lip, eyelashes fluttering as he seems to desperately seek the words, wishing more than ever that Blaine could just read his mind and see what he’s feeling, see everything he wants to say.
4x15 spoiler speculation
“Kurt? Kurt?”
A voice shook Kurt back to reality and he looked around and the three people in the room were staring at him. Rachel and Adam were looking with concern, while Santana was looking with amusement.
“Kurt, are you okay?” Adam asked and it was only then that Kurt realized he was crying. Suddenly the arm around his shoulders didn’t feel right and the body he was leaning against didn’t smell right and the comforting voice didn’t sound right.