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Blaine Anderson | Do That Brand New Thing
The boy is adorkable, and I just want to celebrate that.
Reblogging for @lallagoglee Klaine Easter Egg Hunt - this has got me trawling through all my old fanvids…
Saturday 20th THE SECRET EASTER EGG ???
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Chapters: 14/14
Fandom: Glee
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson
Summary:
Soul mates only have 13 chances to find each other and fall in love and live happily ever after. Two souls have met and fallen in love twelve times, but each time tragedy has torn them apart. This time, can they get it right?\
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Fic: Sweet/Tart
Tan Hands and Tan Lines Snarky’s Word Challenge 2021: undulating
Words: ~1000
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Blaine arrives at church on Easter and is jealous of Chandler’s outfit.
I’m belatedly going through the prompts for The Tan Hands and Tan Lines Summer Event 2021 to flesh out my Mormon!Klaine universe. This vignette takes place after Easter Hunt.
My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost.
Notes: Is this even smoot? My challenge tag for the Tan Hands and Tan Lines prompts is now “thatl” because “tan hands and tan lines” appears to be blocked for some readers on the iOS app. Fun times! If you have any questions or typo corrections, feel free to use my ask box!
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They took the long route to church and did an impromptu hymn sing on their bicycles to help Elder Hummel burn off a little of his Peeps-induced sugar high. But not all of it. He was still peppy and talkative as they locked up their bikes outside the building, his smile almost as wide as his face. That, in turn, made Blaine smile so hard that some previously unknown muscles behind his ears started to ache.
Clearly, Blaine needed to smile like this more often to get those muscles in shape. He trusted that his companionship with Elder Hummel would continue to give him opportunities to exercise them.
“My favorite elders!” Chandler greeted them when they entered the coat closet. He was sitting on a crate in the corner, looking up from the open sheet music in his lap, and dressed head to toe in Easter colors: royal purple shoes, a powder blue suit, a butter-yellow button-down shirt, and bowtie and matching pocket handkerchief covered with tiny pastel flowers that picked up on the other colors in his outfit but was also threaded with a delicious shade of pink that reminded Blaine of SweeTARTS.
It was the kind of look that only certain people could pull off, and Blaine had to hesitantly admit to himself that Chandler had succeeded. In fact, Blaine was right on the edge of coveting the outfit, especially that charming bow tie. He honestly didn't know how he was going to survive the rest of his mission wearing neckties every day.
“Here, let me get your coats!” Chandler hopped up from the crate and offered his assistance to Blaine first, which was a surprise. But maybe that was just so he could linger longer on Elder Hummel.
“You know,” said Blaine, “you don't have to sit in the coat closet.”
“Well, I wasn't sure about protocol when it came to reading in the sanctuary,” Chandler said.
“Oh, that’s fine. And there are the Sunday school rooms, too.”
“Yeah, but I've never been in any of them before. I'd feel like I was breaking in.”
Blaine had somehow forgotten that Chandler hadn't actually been to their church before. And yet he was singing in their choir. How awkward.
“And how is Easter going so far for you both?” Chandler asked, turning to take Elder Hummel’s coat.
“Fantastic!” effused Kurt. “The Easter Bunny—” he nodded his head unsubtly toward Blaine “—visited while I was sleeping and brought dyed eggs that were done so beautifully I wish I could keep them forever, and he hid candy all over the apartment. It was the best candy too. Amazing, American candy.”
“What’s wrong with German candy?”
“Nothing. But this stuff—” Elder Hummel took a deep breath before launching into a fast-paced exposition on the wonders of Peeps, his voice cresting and falling in undulating waves of enthusiasm. “Okay. They're called Peeps, and they're basically this brightly colored marshmallow fluff that’s shaped like little rabbits or baby chickens, and I honestly can't tell you if they taste good on an objective level, but I used to get them in my basket every year when I was a little kid, and when you're a little kid, all you care about is sugar, and every time I eat one, it brings back all those same feelings, and they’re. Just. So. Good! Maybe the Easter Bunny will save one for you and you can try it the next time we see you … if I don't find and eat it first.” Hmmm, so maybe the sugar high hadn't completely worn off quite yet.
Chandler laughed and hung Elder Hummel’s coat next to Blaine’s. He had taken no longer removing it than he had with Blaine, and he hadn’t lingered on Elder Hummel’s shoulders or anything untoward like that.
How odd. Was the crush dissipating? No, that couldn't be possible. Elder Hummel was much too fascinating to burn out on after only a couple of weeks. The thought was downright offensive.
It was more likely that Chandler felt the sacred spirit imbuing the church facilities and had decided to put a damper on his usual over-the-top flirting.
Wait.
Did this mean Chandler had a suave, gentlemanly side?
And why did that thought make Blaine feel so much more uneasy than Chandler’s previously incessant flirting?
Stop judging Chandler and his outfit and his motives, Blaine silently scolded himself. Admittedly, it was a little difficult to do with the guy standing right in front of him.
“I should go warm up before everybody gets here.” Blaine turned heel into the sanctuary before Elder Hummel could tell him to wait. He just needed to sit down for a couple minutes and run through scales and think Christian thoughts.
Thinking Christian thoughts became easier as other choir members trickled in and Chandler became only one of many competing for Elder Hummel’s attention. It became easier yet when they went through one last run. The choir sounded amazing. Not just Elder Hummel and the sister missionaries or Chandler with his formal training. But all of them. The harmonies were clear and crisp and sent waves of emotion through Blaine’s heart, washing away any residue from the uncomfortable thoughts he’d entertained earlier and replacing them with the joyful peace he’d felt sharing Easter breakfast with Elder Hummel. Each voice built on the next, melding together into something greater than the whole as they brought the stagnant notes of the printed page alive. Blaine was reminded of the concert that took place in that dark tomb on the outskirts of Jerusalem two-thousand years before, when atoms and Spirit and breath conspired together to resurrect Christ from the dead.
Blaine’s hands moved over the piano effortlessly as he listened to the song, his whole being filled with love for each voice and each person gifted with that voice.
Including Chandler.
Today was Easter. Blaine’s Savior was alive. And everything was going to be just fine.
#mormon!klaine#thatl#wowbright writes fic#snarky's challenge: undulating#klaine fic#my thatl#blaine's been having a lot of mood swings lately#i think he's hormonal
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Klaine one-shot - “The Hampton Bay Easter Egg Hunt Disaster” (Rated PG)
Kurt wants his daughter's first Easter to be a quiet, family only affair. But Rachel has other ideas ... ones more commensurate with their status as members of the New York elite ... (2387 words)
Notes: So, like many of the Daddy Klaine one-shots I write, in this one, Mercedes was their surrogate. Plus, Rachel has a baby, but I couldn't decide who I wanted the father to be, so I just left him out. He exists somewhere. You pick who you like best. xD
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“So? What do you think?” Rachel sings, glancing over her shoulder as she leads her best friend towards the swankiest gathering of New York’s elite that he’s ever seen in his life … which is saying something considering he works at Vogue, his husband headlines on Broadway, his best friend has a Tony, and his baby’s mama is signed with the same label as Beyonce. But as far as being a member of said “New York’s elite” is concerned, it’ll always feel new to him.
And overwhelming.
Which is one of the reasons why he wishes she would have chosen something a bit more low key. But Rachel wouldn’t be Rachel if she didn’t turn every last thing they did into an event.
“What do I think?” Kurt asks as they step onto the grass and walk over to a roped off area. From what he can see, it’s roughly about the size of two football fields end to end, which Kurt finds astounding since half of the children here look barely old enough to walk yet. “It’s grass, Rach. Which we could have found at any old park in our neighborhood.”
“Yes, but in your neighborhood, you might not get the chance to rub elbows with Sarah Jessica Parker!” Rachel points to a crowd in the distance where Mrs. Parker herself stands amid a cluster of other notable women, talking and laughing over heaven knows what.
“Yes, we would,” Blaine interjects, switching Tracy from one hip to the other. “She shops at the organic food market a block away from our penthouse.”
“Not today, she doesn’t,” Rachel says forcefully. “Today, she’s here. Anybody who’s anybody is here. And so are we.”
“What are the rules?” Kurt asks, searching for a sign, a poster, a handout, or something. “Is there a time limit? Are the kids separated by athletic ability? Or age?” He certainly hopes they’re separated by age. He’s not a huge fan of celebrating religious-based holidays, but seeing as this was the one day he could get his whole New York family together, he leapt on it. He was hoping to constrict their revelry to family members only, so if they can find their own section of the park to conduct their business without having to socialize, even with the elite, that would suit him fine.
“You’re making this too complicated,” Rachel scolds, setting her son down in the grass. Blaine follows, sitting Tracy across from him so the two toddlers can play.
“Yeah,” Mercedes agrees. “It’s just an Easter egg hunt, Kurt. My church used to hold one every year.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t do churches. And tromping through the grass in search of hard boiled eggs isn’t the way my father and I spent Easter.”
“How did you spend Easter?” Mercedes asks, realizing that after knowing Kurt for over a decade and carrying his child, she has no clue.
“The way many a well-rounded, musical theater inclined child did. I watched Brigadoon on AMC.”
“Same,” Rachel says, raising her hand. “But when I got pregnant, I decided that I was going to eschew the boundaries of religion and participate in all traditional, family-friendly events. In fact, I firmly believe that we, especially, have a responsibility to do so.”
“How’s that?” Blaine pets Tracy’s hair as he watches his daughter grab handfuls of grass in her chubby fists and pull them from the dirt with all her might.
“It’s expected of us to be seen out and about with other parents of our social stature. This is the environment our children will be raised in,” she says, gesturing around them to the steadily increasing number of well-dressed, obviously wealthy parents and children. “It’s necessary to acclimate them to it now so it’ll be easier for them to handle the pressure of inevitable competition when they themselves rise to stardom.”
“Uh …” Mercedes says as she, Kurt, and Blaine stare at Rachel straightening the bowtie her barely year-and-a-half old son keeps trying to tear off his neck.
“Wow,” Kurt says, mouth agape. “I … don’t know how to respond to any of that.”
“A simple you’re absolutely right, Rachel. I agree with you 100% would suffice.”
“Not the direction I was thinking of going,” Kurt says, sharing a look with his giggling husband, “but okay.”
Rachel rolls her eyes. “Come on, guys! Why don’t we try to enjoy ourselves? It’s a beautiful day! The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and I think the Easter bunny just arrived!”
Kurt, Blaine, and Mercedes take a gander at the festivities around them heralding the soon-to-be start of the egg hunt. Indeed, the Easter bunny had arrived. But this was not your average, human-sized, department store cottontail dressed in a pastel vest and straw top hat, carrying a basket of colorful, candy-filled plastic eggs. This Easter bunny is easily seven feet tall, dressed in what could only be described as a vintage suit of aubergine brocade with matching purple top hat; a tall, white plume tucked inside the olive green hat band; a gold monocle over his left eye; carrying a hand-carved mahogany walking stick in one hand, and a Moses basket in the other, filled to bursting with eggs, jelly beans, foil-wrapped chocolates, and trinkets and tidbits that catch the light and twinkle like gemstones. He’s surrounded by an entourage of handlers, each wearing an outfit to complement the bunny’s own and carrying baskets of the same treats to hand out to the kids. The bunny and his team walk the perimeter of the field, and a parade forms behind him – adorable little boys and girls bedecked in their Sunday best, dresses and suits that Kurt saw advertised in Vogue for close to four figures. But some of them are dressed in honest to God athletic wear.
Those boys and girls look downright intimidating.
“I don’t know,” Blaine says, eyeing five children dressed in matching track suits and running shoes. “Some of the people here look awfully competitive.”
“Of course they are! The prizes here are outstanding! Last year, they hid a $10,000 Tiffany engagement ring in one of the eggs!”
Kurt’s eyebrows shoot up so far, they disappear somewhere in the vicinity of his hairline. “Really?”
“At my church, all we got were goldfish crackers and bite size Snickers bars,” Mercedes says.
“Not here,” Rachel says proudly, as if she had a hand in organizing the thing. “They go all out - luxury vacations, spa packages, theater tickets … but don’t worry. The emphasis here is on fun.”
“Do they know that?” Kurt asks, motioning with his chin towards a nearby family dressed entirely in Under Armour from The Rock’s latest collection – mother, father, and their five-year-old daughter staring down Tracy like a lion stares down an easy meal.
Under Armour – proud sponsor of Easter and good-natured family fun, Kurt thinks spitefully.
Suddenly, their attentions are directed upward by the sound of a helicopter arriving, circling the area above their heads.
“Okay, why is that here?” Blaine asks. It’d be easy to assume it’s paparazzi, but there isn’t supposed to be any here. That’s part of the appeal. There are guards posted everywhere to ensure the privacy of the families participating. But they can’t be everywhere at once. It’s possible one or two might get through.
“It’s here to drop more eggs from above! Those are the ones people really go for. Some of them are made out of solid gold!” Rachel explains, nearly drooling after the words solid gold.
“What the---? That’s insane!” Kurt envisions something the size of a chicken egg made of gold plummeting from the sky and smacking him on the head. That would definitely leave a dent in his skull, at the very least.
Could he survive that impact?
“Ouch!” Blaine covers Tracy’s head protectively while keeping an eye on the sky.
“Isn’t this a little excessive?” Mercedes asks. “I mean, I have the money to go to whatever spa I want. That’s one of the perks of being famous.”
“Yeah.” Kurt joins his husband and daughter, hovering over them in an effort to protect them both. “And what 18-month-old needs a Tiffany engagement ring anyway? This sounds like it was put together more for the parents than the kids. Maybe we should go somewhere else.”
“No!” Rachel pleads. “Just … give it a few minutes! Please? An hour at the most? I promise we’ll have fun! I’ve been looking forward to this Easter egg hunt ever since I found out I was pregnant!”
Kurt shakes his head slowly. “I don’t know, Rach …”
“It’s the kids’ first Easter egg hunt, Kurt! Don’t you want it to be memorable?”
“Yeah, but because we had a good time! Not because someone went to the hospital with a concussion!”
“Look - we’re at a big, private park! There’s a playground and a lake not too far from here! If you don’t like the Easter egg hunt, we can go over there and let the kids play. But can we give this a try first? Please?”
Kurt looks for help from a worried Blaine, still covering Tracy’s head, to a skeptical Mercedes, and sighs. Their expressions scream they don’t approve, but they’re not going to object vocally without hearing what he has to say first. Why does he always end up with the deciding vote? He doesn’t want to be the one who’ll get the silent treatment if this all goes wrong.
Of course, he doesn’t want to listen to three weeks of Rachel’s gloating if this turns out to be the best afternoon they’ve ever had.
In the end, it’s all about the kids, and the two of them, playing in the grass without a care in the world, seem to be enjoying themselves.
They’re already here. They drove for hours to get here. And it is a stunning location. They can stick it out for a while, collect a few eggs, dodge the helicopter, grab some punch and cookies over at the refreshment table, and then retire to the playground. It’ll be fine. It might even be fun.
If anything, the pictures will be precious.
“Alright,” he says. “We’ll give it an hour.”
“Yay!” Rachel says, clapping her hands with glee the same way she did back in high school.
It kind of puts a sour taste in Kurt’s mouth.
“But after that …”
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen! Lads and lasses! Step right up to the starting line! The 53rd Annual Hampton Bay Easter Egg Hunt is about to begin!”
“Starting line?” Blaine repeats. “What … what starting line?”
Kurt looks around in confusion. Starting line? He doesn’t remember seeing anything marked starting line. There was only the rope and …
Uh oh …
While they’d been discussing staying or going, they hadn’t noticed that the parade of kids and parents following the Easter bunny had circled round and stopped about a hundred feet away … right where the rope Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, and Rachel passed to get in had been set up. There they stood – a mob of adults and children lined up in starting positions, brows furrowed in deep concentration, ready to charge, like a re-enactment of The Hunger Games if the eccentrically dressed inhabitants of the Capitol City were the ones on the attack.
Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, and Rachel didn’t know.
Nobody told them.
Nobody warned them.
Nobody seemed to care that they were sitting in the grass, dead center, in the way.
“On your marks …”
“Wha---what’s going on?” Rachel asks, comical in her inability to get the hint.
“… get set …”
“Uh, this isn’t good,” Mercedes says.
Kurt springs to his feet, gearing up to drag the lot of them off the field before the announcer can get to Go!
But he never does.
And not because he’s waiting for them to vacate the field. (Who knows if the man even sees them?) But because the start of the hunt is proclaimed by a gun shot.
The sharp pop hits the air.
After that, the roar of hundreds of feet hitting the ground, along with the frantic screaming of children, is deafening. At the same time, the helicopter above releases its bounty. Plastic eggs rain down around them, exploding on contact, spreading chocolate shrapnel within a foot of where they land. One hits Kurt on the top of his head.
“Ow! God!” he wails, rubbing an already forming bump with his fingers. He doesn’t know what the heck was inside that thing, but his head begins to throb.
No way is he going to stay there if something made of solid gold is headed his way.
“Oh hell no!” Mercedes yells, helping Rachel get her son off the ground. He chirps and squeals, laughing as egg after egg hits the grass, one barely missing his soft little head.
“Run!” Kurt says, pulling his husband to his feet and getting pelted by another plastic egg in the process. He sees this one where it lands, spraying jelly beans left and right, and he starts laughing - a distant and mortifying memory of being assaulted by pee balloons as a bullied teen in the stressed-filled atmosphere of high school tickling him with the irony of growing into an uber-successful man who was now being pummeled by candy in the equally stress-filled atmosphere of this elitist event.
“Kurt!” Blaine cries, plucking Tracy out of the grass. He covers her head with his jacket and bolts, leaving Kurt behind in a mad dash for their car. “Kurt! Hurry up!”
Kurt runs to catch up. Three steps in, a featureless gold blur hits the ground hard, and his foot gets caught in the hole it makes. He falls to his knees, laughing hysterically. “Raise our daughter well, Blaine!” he chokes out over the howl of the raging onslaught. “And remember, I always loved you!”
Blaine turns to see his husband, red-faced with laughter, swallowed by the crowd, and despite being concerned for his safety, he can’t help laughing, too, at the ridiculousness of it all. He knows that in a few minutes the crowd will pass, and Kurt will emerge the way he always does – dignified, triumphant, and probably with one of those golden eggs Rachel was fiending over. “You’re a good man, Kurt! You shall be avenged!”
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The Hampton Bay Easter Egg Hunt Disaster
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ywHoSN
by fhartz91
Kurt wants his daughter's first Easter to be a quiet, family only affair. But Rachel has other ideas ... ones more commensurate with their status as members of the New York elite ...
Words: 2371, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 23 of Daddies Klaine
Fandoms: Glee
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Rachel Berry, Mercedes Jones
Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Husbands, Humor, Light Angst, Easter, Easter Egg Hunt, Vogue Kurt, Broadway Blaine, daddies klaine
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Kurt and Blaine | I Keep Waiting
All the wonderful, amazing and somewhat angsty Klaine moments- from episode 2.06 to 2.16.
So @lallagoglee Klaine Easter Egg Hunt has me thinking of some new ideas, as well as trawling through some of my old vids (and by old, I mean old, I uploaded this on on YouTube in 2012!) But what better way to celebrate the Making Of Klaine, with the videos which started my own journey.
Sunday 7th - MAKING OF - What’s Klaine? Everything start with some canon, what’s your fav moment? why you love Klaine so much? Can I ask you a question.. i’m new here…
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Blaine Anderson | Move Your Feet
Just a fun little vid, focusing on our favourite moves from the one and only Blaine Anderson- from the smooth to the downright dorky :) Sigh... I could watch this boy dance all day.
Reblogging for @lallagoglee Klaine Easter Egg Hunt - this has got me trawling through all my old fanvids…(and this one was one of the very first ones I made...)
Saturday 20th THE SECRET EASTER EGG ???
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Kurt and Blaine | Story Through Song
I had this plan to tell the story of these two, through snippets of the songs they perform on the show. The way it played out in my head was completely different to the final product, but I still think that it worked out- I will just to wait and see what any viewers think
So @lallagoglee Klaine Easter Egg Hunt has me thinking of some new ideas, as well as trawling through some of my old vids (and by old, I mean old- this is another one that I first uploaded in 2012).
Monday 8th THE MUSIC The perfect Klaine song, your fav duet? what do you want them to sing? Kurt!Broadway star? Blaine!musician?
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Kurt and Blaine | Takes My Breath Away
Created for @lallagoglee Klaine Easter Egg Hunt - a thank you to my fellow Klainers and fandom.
Sunday 21st GREETINGS A special thank you to your fellow Klainers and that klaine post made you stay in this fandom…
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Kurt Hummel | Throw Me a Line
A video exploring the early episodes of season two. Our boy really copped it, however, there were moments that I believed showed that he was not alone as he might have thought...
Reblogging for @lallagoglee Klaine Easter Egg Hunt - this has got me trawling through all my old fanvids…
Saturday 20th THE SECRET EASTER EGG ???
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Chapters: 14/14
Fandom: Glee
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson
Additional Tags: Non graphic depiction of sexual assault
Summary:
A/U Kurt and Blaine don't meet until Valentine's Day. Blaine is sitting in The Lima Bean, brooding after the GAP fiasco, when a boy with the most amazing eyes comes looking for his lost scarf.
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Chapters: 28/?
Fandom: Glee
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson
Summary:
What do you do when all of your dreams come true? You look for a new one, and sometimes you find them in the most unexpected places. When Kurt Hummel left Lima, Ohio fifteen years ago, he never thought he'd ever move back. But when he gets some news from his dad, he realizes There's no place like home. My First Future Fiction!
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Kurt and Blaine | Space They Cannot Touch
So, am addicted to these two, and am having a good time experimenting with making these fanvids. The song used comes from the amazing Kate Miller-Heidke. I remember hearing it for the first time, and falling absolutely in love with it- the lyrics are so incredibly beautiful.
Reblogging for @lallagoglee Klaine Easter Egg Hunt - this has got me trawling through all my old fanvids…and this one was the first ever fanvid I made!
Sunday 21st GREETINGS A special thank you to your fellow Klainers and that klaine post made you stay in this fandom…
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Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Glee
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson
Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst
Summary:
I wrote this last year for Valentine's Day
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