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I'M NEVER SAYING GOODBYE TO YOU
NEVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER


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Blaine’s eyes fluttered open and he yawned, stretching out in an unfamiliar bed. He glanced around the room. Everything else was unfamiliar too. It took Blaine a moment to realize that he wasn’t in his room. He jumped out of bed and walked around the room.

Something black on his hand caught his eye. Three words: blue gray green.

On the inside of his palm was a name.

Kurt.

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He didn’t know what the colors meant or who Kurt was. His eyes quickly searched the room for clues, but he saw nothing that clicked in his mind. Blaine shrugged and walked into the bathroom to clean the words off his hand.

se tunne kun chris näyttää jättiläiselt darreniin verrattuna........ ♥ ::D:D:DDDd





darren senkin hobitti!!1

ps miksei oo jo marraskuun kaheksas en jaksa enää odottaa tota jaksoo oikeesti hhhhhfffggggggddddsssssaaaaaaasdfgh

"Kurt," Carole looked at him with her eyebrows raised, "are you hiding something from us?"

"No," Kurt said, his voice jumping an octave, "nothing at all! It's just it's such a beautiful day! Why don't you two go downstairs and I'll make breakfast-we'll eat al fresco!"

"Kurt," Burt growled, "get away from the door and let me open it. NOW."

"Dad, my closet is super messy, and I don't-"

"Your closet is organized by color and designer Kurt, I seriously doubt that."

"Not designer," said the voice from the closet, "because I'm pretty sure that he has a McQueen next to a Marc Jacobs."

The blood rushed into Burt's face, turning it bright red. He looked like he was going to kill someone. Kurt plastered himself against the closet door, hoping that his dad still had hang-ups about killing his offspring.

"Kurt," Burt said dangerously, "I will give you to the count of three. If you have not moved by then, I will move you!"

"Hey Kurt," said the voice from the closet again, "you move me!"

"That's it!" Burt charged at the door, Kurt yelping and moving out of the way. Burt attempted to yank the door open.

"Dad," Kurt muttered, "the door has a lock on it from that side."

"Blaine Anderson, you open that door right now!"

"But you'll kill me!"

"Blaine," Burt said, trying to keep calm, "open the door please. Nobody is getting killed."

"I don't believe you!"

"Blaine, honey," Carole said, "come out of the closet!"

"I already have," Blaine giggled, "remember? I'm dating Kurt!"


:D:D::D:Dddd Blaine I love you

"Kurt, there is a moment... when you say to yourself, 'Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever.'
Watching you do Blackbird this week... that was a moment for me. About you. You moved me, Kurt. And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you."

*LE KLISS OMG*

"We should... we should practice."
"I thought we were."

*LE ANOTHER KLISS*
*le fukken cockblocker keyboard*

For folks who did not like the scene the way it was written, directed, and acted, I offer the alternative fanfiction scenarios. Please feel free to choose a response you would like better.

Scenario One:

Blaine: I love you.
Kurt: (Spews coffee all over Blaine, himself, and the table, and then knocks the coffee over in his excitement. The two boys gather napkins and begin cleaning up the mess.) I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! (he says in a high pitched squeal, two octaves higher than normal.) I love you too!
Blaine: Remind me not to say romantic things to you when you have your mouth full.

Scenario Two:

Blaine: I love you.
Kurt: (While swallowing his coffee, snaps his fingers. Instantly, the boy band of Puck, Sam and Artie come out to serenade Blaine with a reprise of Bella Noche.) I have just been WAITING for you to say that. See, I came prepared. I love you, too.
Blaine: Well, I can do better than that. (Snaps his fingers. The Warblers instantly materialize. Blaine gets up to join them and they begin to sing that classic love song from their hit album, Do You Think I'm Sexy. )
Kurt: Oh, yeah? Well, I can do better than that. (Snaps his fingers. All of New Directions appear in their competition outfits. Kurt goes and joins them. They begin to sing an original song that Kurt wrote for Blaine, which would have been the showcase song if Finn had not kissed Rachel. Kurt begins to sing) "Ooooooh Blaine, you drive me insane...."
Blaine: (Snaps his fingers. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir appears.)

And so forth.

Scenario Three:
Blaine: I love you.
Kurt: I love scarves.

Scenario Four:
Blaine: I love you.
Kurt: Sam and I eloped while we were in New York.
Blaine: Then why he is over there holding hands with Mercedes?
Kurt: I am gonna cut a bitch.

Scenario Five:
Blaine: I love you.
Kurt: (Gets down on one knee.) Blaine Warbler, I have a proposal for you. Will you.... join the Glee Club?
Blaine: I've always wanted to do a big Broadway number...
Kurt: No, those are mine.

ok tunnen oloni vähän idiootiks ku itken jonku kuvan ja kahden fiktiivisen hahmon takia mutta I can't help it

aaa haluun niin paljon että Kurt ja Blaine esittää ens kaudella Come What Mayn, se olis niin täydellisyyttä ♥

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

It had taken a while, but Kurt and Blaine finally reached the giraffe exhibit. They saw two giraffes off in the distance, both trotting around eachother in large circles, almost like dancing. It was almost as if no matter how far they moved apart, gravity pulled them back together again. They ran across the wide habitat, right up to where Kurt and Blaine were standing.

"Hey guys!" Kurt and Blaine ran right up to the fence to meet their giraffe counterparts.

"Wanna know how I tell them apart?" Blaine asked.

Kurt cocked his head to the side. "How?"

"Kurt is a lot cuter," he replied, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's waist.

"Aww," Kurt said with a smile. "Wanna know how I tell them apart?"

Blaine, expecting something sweet, replied, "How?"

"Blaine is a lot shorter."



oh god WHAT IS AIR

Chris sighed. "Fine. I'll kiss him. But just so you know, I hate you two."

"We hate you, too." They said, grinning.

"How would you know that I kissed him?"

"Would you lie to us?"

"Yes."

They smirked. "You wouldn't. "

Chris grumbled. "Fine. I'll tell you when I kiss him."

"We'll give you a deadline—"

"No way!"

"Before midnight."

Chris rolled his eyes. "And what would happen if I didn't do it?"

"Kurt and Blaine get a sex scene."

Chris blushed. "You can't do that! Glee's on Fox!"

"Oh? Sex Is On Fire playing in the background," Brad smirked.

"It starts with extremely heavy making out,"

"And they both get their shirts off,"

"More heated kissing,"

"Hips rolling,"

"Then at some point in the song, only the top half of their body is shown, suggesting that they are having sex."

"And then near the end of the song, a close up on Kurt's face, with his eyes rolling back, his mouth an 'o', moaning Blaine's name. Then fade to black."

They smirked.

"Then we film it about 50 times because of angles and imperfect shots, and you will be the most turned on you have ever been and there is nothing you can do about it because we can't really make you two have sex on tape, just pretend, and probably painful sex. I mean, seriously. No lube or anything."

Chris was blushing heavily, just thinking of that. He was trying his best not to get turned on at the image.


yeah okay
that'd be, like, totally awesome and fukken great

After rejoining the party, two things became very apparent to Kurt very quickly. One; Blaine had a lot of family. He'd been able to see that right away, but it turns out the crowd who'd watched him sing had barely been a third of everyone that was actually there.

He was sure he hadn't met all or even most of them, but it sure as hell felt like it. It seemed like Blaine had a never ending stream of relatives to introduce him too, and each of them had the same conversation with him.

It basically went:

Relative: Oh so you're the one whose stolen our little Blainie's heart away?

Blaine: Relative! [Blush]

Kurt: [Smile] I guess so. Although, I maintain that he was the one who stole my heart first, so it was only fair that I get his back.

Relative: [Much louder laugh than was appropriate] Oh you're too cute. [insert cheek pink, shoulder slap, and/or enthusiastic hand shake here]

Blaine: Trust me, Relative, he knows [Grin]

Kurt: [Shrug] I do.

Relative: [Chuckle] Oh look, Another [Cousin/aunt/uncle/grandparent] is getting into [an argument/the desert for later/the blueberry schnapps] again. [Rushes off]

[Repeat]

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