Hello! I see you’re a Hufflepuff. Well, luckily for you, I’m a huge supporter of interhouse unity.
In our story, the Klaine related events of Original Songs never took place. Blaine was the featured soloist at Regionals and Pavarotti survived. A few weeks later, Kurt transferred by to McKinley. Blaine and Kurt still maintained a close friendship during this time. They attended Prom as friends, they saw Deathly Hallows together at midnight. They were on the cusp of something more. It could be felt thrumming in the air. It could be seen in the lingering glances shared on sticky July evenings.
But then Zachary happened. While taking a few classes over the summer at a local community college, Kurt met someone. They aren’t dating, Kurt prefers to keep things light. He can’t afford to get into anything serious with New York right around the corner, no matter how charming the aspiring photography might be.
School is back in session and Kurt is has busy as ever. He’s co-captain of the Cheerios while still trying to make time for Glee club. His weekends are split between the quasi-boyfriend and the best friend. When it comes to the future, more of his plans involve Blaine than they do Zachary. He knows it means something, but he has long given up hope for Blaine coming to his senses.
And Blaine? Yeah, he’s a little jealous, but he’ll never admit it.
Birdy and I met back in January. She is one of my dearest friends in the fandom. We have played Kurt and Blaine since March, but this is my first time writing for Kurt and her first time writing for Blaine. We are both fic writers, so we thought this PSL would be a good way for us to work on our voices for a character we don’t typically write.
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Despite any earlier threats of soul crushing victory, Kurt was kind of hopeless when it came to mini-golf. At several of the holes, he had quickly grown frustrated with his inability to sink any of his shots and had decided to pick up the ball and toss it in the hole like it was a logical solution to his problems. A shrug in Blaine’s general direction was meant to imply ‘yeah, just go ahead and try to challenge me on this one.’ Because even if he couldn’t use the putter for its intended purpose, he wouldn’t have a problem wielding it in other, more dangerous ways.
At the next hole, the quintessential windmill was present, earning Blaine an eye roll from Kurt. “Typical,” he muttered, kicking at the plastic green on the fairway. “Alright, Blanderson, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Bravo’s Project Runway is A THOUSAND TIMES BETTER than lifetime’s. This is the first lifetime season that made me care.
Before my growth spurt, maybe…
…but mostly I don’t trust these bitches not to drop me on my face.