Media: fic
Title: the one wherein Blaine hates Spanish
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: "The Spanish Teacher" episode
Word Count: ~4400
Summary: While Blaine was recovering, Kurt came over to visit, making sure to briefly recap most of what he was missing and to keep him up-to-date on the gossip. But he never mentioned the new Spanish teacher.
A/N: Omg, thank you to kattyerin who caught some of the most hilariously awful typos that made my sentences mean something COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. Thanks, amigo.

( Okay, whatever, he's not that hot. )

Media: fic
Title: already there
Rating: PG?
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: HA HA. ...no. This is way AU.
Warnings (if any): I guess talk about war?
Word Count: ~4400
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been attached at the hip since they were kids but now Blaine's been drafted and Kurt hasn't.
A/N: Forever forever grateful to kattyerin for the existence of this story. It started out as a weird-ass dream I had wherein Blaine was in the trenches writing love letters to Kurt in code while I was some inadvertent cock-block commanding officer (and what the hell is wrong with my subconscious??) then that ridiculous dream turned into a series of ridiculous text-fic and then THAT turned into this. AKA: this is all her fault.


"Can miles truly separate you from friends? If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?" --Richard Bach


( Blaine hugs Kurt goodbye in the middle of the airport, hands fisted in Kurt's sweater. )

KAT, LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO. 2000 WORDS OF AFTERLIFE!KLAINE. YOU ARE TERRIBLE IN SO MANY WAYS.


( 'I'm accidentally in hell and Kurt's up in heaven?' he asks. )

A/N: written for kattyerin, who is a terrible influence in my life. Dude, I wrote you a story for your birthday and for my birthday, you flew across the country and JUMPED OUT OF A BOX. One of us is clearly better at this friendship thing. You win this time, friend. It will not happen again. (FYI: emo-y author's note was added then deleted, ha ha.)

( My boyfriend just did an angry walk and his brother is talking about the Kennedys and they’re both just like, yelling random things at my face. )

Media: fic
Title: if there's hellfire, he's totally down with that
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: Marginally: one lone mention of a season 3 character's name and a few lines about a character's possible wardrobe update (if the promos are supposed to mean anything). When I say marginal, I really really mean marginal. Really marginal.
Warnings (if any): occasional swearing
Word Count: ~24000
Summary: He and Kurt aren't perfect, sure, but they're certainly not hellfire-bound, either. Or: a glorified five times (seven times?) fic to the tune of the Seven Deadly Sins.
A/N: According to my Yahoo 'Sent' folder, I originally ran this idea past kattyerin on June 13th and according to my Word properties pop-up box, it was started on the 15th so, you know, like three freaking months ago. It has been a slow, painful process and this story never would have seen the light of day without her. THANKS FOR THE MILITARY TIME THING, KAT. Also, as a random observation: I love this fandom so to anyone that's ever read/commented on one of these things, thank you so much; you're beyond awesome.


Disclaimer: I'm cautiously re-posting this with a little disclaimer beforehand. It's not my intention to offend anyone and so I'm sorry if I did. There's a few religious jokes/stereotypes in the beginning/end so I'm throwing that out there as a warning before you click. Again, I don't mean to offend anyone so my apologies.

( It begins with a couple of evangelists at Kurt's door, which yeah, Blaine's very aware of how bizarre that is as a start to a story. )

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, kattyerin! I know, this is kind of a lame present because I feel all full of myself like, OOH I KNOW WHAT KAT WANTS, A LAME STORY FROM ME. How cocky can I GET, man. Anywho, I couldn't buy you sushi or talk you into rose water (and really, how meaningless is a life without rose water? answer: VERY MEANINGLESS.) so this is the second best. This is not like, a legit story because it's super short and super weird and super dumb and un-beta-ed because I can't exactly make my beta proof her own birthday present. :|

ANYWAYS. The whole point of this is that you WIN and I LOSE. Your birthday is better than mine. IT'S SUBTLE BUT IT'S THERE, LOOK FOR IT. (PS, this thing was impossible to post. Took me over two hours. Apparently I now fail at posting?)


( I'm pretty sure it's the only Chinese place in a ten mile radius that doesn't use cats as a main ingredient. )

Media: fic
Title: it's Friday; I'm in love
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none
Warnings (if any): A lot of words. A LOT.
Word Count: ~21000
Summary: They fight in the back of coffee shops and let Finn win Scrabble games and really, really screw up the long distance thing (and then totally nail the long distance thing) and basically spend a lot of time being in love.
A/N: Title stolen from The Cure from the song with the same name, obviously. I've never been able to figure out what the hell that song means so it has absolutely nothing to do with this story; I just think Robert Smith is way cleverer than I am. As always, so much thanks to kattyerin, to whom I will never be able to express enough gratitude. I was all paranoid writing this and developing an ulcer and she was all positive and supportive because apparently, I'm needy as shit. She is very 'glass half full' when I am very 'angrily throw my cup on the ground'.

( And on Fridays, well, that's when pretty much everything else happens. )