Let Me Jump In Your Game
*****
Always tell him you love him.
It’s a rule Kurt establishes in the privacy of his own head, the day after their first fight in the apartment. He hates how it felt, storming out with all those angry words left floating in the air behind him, hates how they has seemed to echo around the room even once he’d returned and apologized, so he tells himself, no matter how furious or hurt or rushed or tired or excited he is, he always has to tell Blaine he loves him before he leaves the apartment.
It’s an easy enough habit to fall into, once he gets used to it.
New life policy.
Marriage Proposal of the Day: The planning! The dorkiness! The tears!
So imperfect it’s perfect.
[thanks, rob!]
Oh man. I’m not gonna lie. I cried at the end. This is amazing.
Oh my god, I literally have tears running down my face. This is so damn fantastic. I’m insanely jealous!
Via this is a jazzy phizzle product shizzle
drblaine prompted: what about a story told in handwritten letters during the year where Kurt and Blaine are separated by distance?
Wooo, writing experiment! This one just came right out in less than 10 minutes, and I’d like to do more, so tell me what you think.
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October 17th, 2012
Dear Kurt,
The funniest thing happened to me the other day. I was at the post office delivering a package for my mom and the lady behind the counter asked me if I needed any stamps. I just looked at her because, come on, I’m a kid, I don’t have bills or anything that requires stamps.
More more more more more!!
“Okay,” Gavin says and leans over Nouriel’s shoulder. “Come on, type it in.”
“But isn’t it… a bit… stalkerish?”
Gavin rolls his eyes. “It’s not like he’s going to find out. Come on.”
Nouriel bites his lips, but finally does as he’s told, and types ‘Kurt Hummel’ into Facebook’s search bar before hitting enter.
So. Cutest damn thing ever.
the story of the three of us
A random ficlet from tonight after talking with my sister. Spoilers for Goodbye. Based on broken bones by the lovely Aqualung.
Kurt and Blaine spend their afternoon stuffing envelopes, filling out applications, and frantically trying to pull a whole new future out of thin air for Kurt.
It is difficult for Blaine to imagine what Kurt is going through. A little part of him can’t help but feel guilty for all the times he had secretly wished that Kurt would stay. He never said the words out loud but always somewhere in the back of his mind he would silently pray for one more year of Kurt in his life. He wanted time, but not if it meant Kurt had to feel like this in order to get it.
So instead, he lets this guilt fuel into their work, and scours the internet for applications and opportunities.
A few days later, Kurt gets another letter. It’s not from NYADA, but the return postmark is from New York, so he opens it with shaking fingers and far too much hope.
Dear Mr. Hummel,
I hope that the letter of rejection you received doesn’t dim that indomitable spirit I saw in your audition last month. You were, and doubtlessly still are, a fantastic singer and a strong performer.
That said, we were unable to offer admission to more than one member of your graduating class. As you no doubt know, this is my first year as Dean here at the Academy, and I had some very difficult decisions to make. I apologize that you were not our final decision, but quite frankly, Mr. Hummel: you don’t need us.
I could talk for pages about your voice, which you know is a very special thing. You have a force of personality that shines— although some dance classes may come in handy. Man cannot live on high-kicks alone.
I am certain that, if it is what you truly want, you will end up here in New York. You will be a success, with or without NYADA. When you arrive, be sure to look me up— I have connections that may prove useful to you.
Yours sincerely,
Carmen Tibideaux
Fuck it, one more time.
IDGI because Kurt gets into NYADA and then Blaine goes to California for the summer and then Kurt’s request for financial aid gets declined and he has to find a way to pay $9,285.63 before the 10th of September…
THE MISSING SCENE
“Kurt Hummel!”
Kurt jumped as a six-inch thick folder was slammed onto the desk next to him. He looked up, startled, at a slightly-crazed Blaine. “Blaine—?”
“Here we go,” Blaine huffed, pulling up a chair to sit across from him. “It took me all night, but I’m pretty sure I got them all.”
Kurt stared at the overwhelming stack of papers in alarm. “All of what?”
“Applications,” Blaine said distractedly as he started leafing through them, sorting the papers into piles. “For internships in New York starting in September and October.”
“Woah, what?” Kurt’s eyebrows raised in alarm. “Internships?”
“Mmhmm,” Blaine mumbled. “Fashion, Magazine editors, playwrights, tech hands, designers, they’re all looking for interns and I got all their applications, but most of them are due by Saturday, so we kind of have to hurry.” Kurt was still giving him a dumbfounded look. “To get you to New York next year, so you don’t have to be stuck here.”
Kurt stared at the applications. “Blaine…Blaine, this is amazing! But, you know that I don’t mind taking a year off and staying in Lima—”
“You will be taking a year off,” Blaine said firmly. “But you’re going to New York. It’s what you’ve been dying to do all year.”
“Blaine,” Kurt said gently. “I know that you’re dying for me to stay.”
Blaine was silent, fiddling with the edge of a fashion magazine internship application. “I am,” he admitted quietly. “Of course I want you to stay. But what I want more than anything is for you to achieve your dreams and be successful and show the world how bright and amazing and inspiring Kurt Hummel is.”
Kurt kissed him, full on the mouth and suddenly they were grabbing at each other, not even concerned at the table between them as they kissed frantically over the applications.
“Thank you,” Kurt gasped against his lips, pulling back. “Seriously, you’re the best boyfriend ever. I love you so much.”
Blaine smiled, kissing him gently. “I love you too.”
Kurt smiled, sitting back down and leafing through the pappers. “Well, at least I’ll get the summer here in Lima with you.”
“Oh…” Blaine frowned, glancing down.
Kurt blinked. “What?”
“Well,” Blaine bit his lip. “It’s just that Cooper got a contract and is filming a commercial in Paris in two weeks and he kind of invited me…”
“Oh,” Kurt nodded. “Well, have fun—”
“And a plus one.”
Kurt blinked.
Blaine shrugged. “But hey, if you want to spend the summer in Lima, that’s cool, I’ll just give the tickets to my parents—” He laughed as Kurt climbed over the table and squeezed him in a hug, squealing in his ear.
“Paris? Moi? I have to pack! Oh my god, what am I going to wear there?” Kurt babbled, looking around frantically as if a wardrobe would just appear in the classroom. “We have to go shopping, Blaine. This is important—”
Blaine cut him off with a kiss. “Alright, sweetheart. But we have to finish the applications, remember? Here, I’ve already started filling some out…”
Kurt took a half-completed one, filling in the empty blanks. “Wait, you know my social security number?”
“Of course I do.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling, not willing to admit that he knew Blaine’s as well. “Come on, let’s take these to the Lima Bean. It’s not like we can finish them without a non-fat mocha, medium drip, biscotti, and pumpkin bread anyways.”
“My man is so wise,” Blaine smiled as he leaned in and kissed Kurt on the side of his head.
Together, they gathered up the papers and left the school.
That’s the point.
I know lots of you on my dash disagree with me, but this whole season, during its moments, was about Kurt’s evolution into a strong, confident, winner. Not getting into NYADA doesn’t define his success. And as you’ll see in season 4 (when he goes into fashion…
About me
I have a special talent for re-writing the lyrics to popular songs. I can recite the alphabet backwards, sober or tipsy. I am a voracious reader. I'd rather skip my birthday than skip Christmas. I prefer hot apple cider to hot chocolate. In flip-flops, I'd rather walk through a puddle than around it. I wish I had a talking beaver (like in Narnia) or a pet skunk. I want to marry a man just like Ted Mosby or a Starkid. I would do dirty, dirty, things to Darren Criss, or just sit around and hang out with him. Whatever. I ship Klaine harder than anyone I know in real life, and Tumblrs are the only people who understand me.
