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whilelifepassesby:

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#when you accidentally hurt your puppy

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“it was one of those things where i was immediately like, I want to be friends with this guy. I definitely want to be friends with this guy”

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chriscolfuck: gleeddicted: i have a problem There’s just something about weddings - the theatricality, the promises, the romance of it all - that makes something break within Kurt and has him pushing Blaine up against the wall outside the choir room when Blaine’s fingers brush softly against his back and he asks him to talk in private. Blaine’s lips feel impossibly more perfect against his than they did at Valentine’s Day, as his fingertips sneak up beneath the hem of his shirt, pushing it up to press his thumbs into the tempting dips of Blaine’s hipbones. Pulling back momentarily, eyes heavy-lidded with lust, Kurt looks down to see the contrast of his pale skin against the olive of Blaine’s, and glimpses something dark next to his thumb. He curls his fingers into Blaine’s shirt and yanks it up to get a closer look, seeing the dandelion with its puff of seeds creeping up from below the waistband of his pants, the seeds on their parachutes metamorphosing into birds flying up towards Blaine’s ribs. “Tina’s eighteenth,” Blaine explains softly, carding his fingers through Kurt’s hair. “We all got one, her, me, Sam, Brittany and Artie. Tina got this too shall come to pass on her ankle; Brittany got you made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter on the back of her shoulder, but wouldn’t tell anyone why; Sam got a tramp stamp, because we dared him and called him chicken until he backed down, his mom nearly killed him; Artie got a lily on the inside of his wrist, they’re his mom’s favourite flower; and I got the dandelion clock and the blackbirds. It’s granting my wish.” “What did you wish for?” Kurt asks softly, fitting his palm warm and broad over the tattoo and leaning in to slide the tip of his nose along the length of Blaine’s. “I can’t tell you, or it won’t come true,” Blaine says, his bright eyes as he leans in to kiss Kurt again saying more than words ever could.

chriscolfuck:

gleeddicted:

i have a problem

There’s just something about weddings - the theatricality, the promises, the romance of it all - that makes something break within Kurt and has him pushing Blaine up against the wall outside the choir room when Blaine’s fingers brush softly against his back and he asks him to talk in private. Blaine’s lips feel impossibly more perfect against his than they did at Valentine’s Day, as his fingertips sneak up beneath the hem of his shirt, pushing it up to press his thumbs into the tempting dips of Blaine’s hipbones.

Pulling back momentarily, eyes heavy-lidded with lust, Kurt looks down to see the contrast of his pale skin against the olive of Blaine’s, and glimpses something dark next to his thumb. He curls his fingers into Blaine’s shirt and yanks it up to get a closer look, seeing the dandelion with its puff of seeds creeping up from below the waistband of his pants, the seeds on their parachutes metamorphosing into birds flying up towards Blaine’s ribs.

“Tina’s eighteenth,” Blaine explains softly, carding his fingers through Kurt’s hair. “We all got one, her, me, Sam, Brittany and Artie. Tina got this too shall come to pass on her ankle; Brittany got you made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter on the back of her shoulder, but wouldn’t tell anyone why; Sam got a tramp stamp, because we dared him and called him chicken until he backed down, his mom nearly killed him; Artie got a lily on the inside of his wrist, they’re his mom’s favourite flower; and I got the dandelion clock and the blackbirds. It’s granting my wish.”

“What did you wish for?” Kurt asks softly, fitting his palm warm and broad over the tattoo and leaning in to slide the tip of his nose along the length of Blaine’s.

“I can’t tell you, or it won’t come true,” Blaine says, his bright eyes as he leans in to kiss Kurt again saying more than words ever could.

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Klaine drabble - “Open Wide” 

rippleklainebagels:

Some dentist!klaine, because mia has to get a crown and she deserves a smile (✿◡‿◡)

Kurt never particularly liked going to the dentist.

Not that there was anything wrong with his teeth, of course. He kept them in pristine condition. He brushed and flossed thoroughly after every meal, and even used that disgusting mouthwash, which he insisted tasted like rotten lemon. (Not that he actually knew what a rotten lemon tasted like.) He didn’t like his teeth; they were small, too small, like baby teeth, and they made him look even younger than he already did.

Which meant that having someone stare at them for an extended period of time made him thoroughly uncomfortable.

“Oh, don’t be a big baby,” Rachel chided, pushing him towards the front door. “It’s just a check-up!”

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Fic: A Conversation from an Alternate Universe 

happyinchintz72:

flamingmuse:

Title: “A Conversation from an Alternate Universe”
Author: flaming muse
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Word count: 7200
Summary: In some alternate universe, this conversation happened between Kurt and Blaine.
Spoilers: diverges from canon during 4x22 (“All of Nothing”)
Disclaimers: The characters belong to various corporate Powers That Be. I make absolutely no profit from playing with them.
Distribution: Please ask.
Feedback is lovely!

on LJ | on the AO3

This is why she is my favourite forever.



cutegleehee:

princewarblersteenagedream:

ladyandthavamp:

Saw this at a book store last night. They listed each other as their passions!!

I always believe in expressing myself

I’ll always believe in romance

Passions: Kurt

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mintyclean: Rapunzel and Flynn takin’ a peak at your blog!  It’s transparent!

mintyclean:

Rapunzel and Flynn takin’ a peak at your blog! 

It’s transparent!

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psychoticpingouins:

48 years ago a girl said “oh fuck me” to her best friend while walking in the street, a guy who randomly passed by answered by “let me at least buy you dinner first”. I present to you my grandparents, in love since then and celebrating their 47 years of marriage today.

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