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about the psl
(roleplay account)
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.
KURT HUMMEL | played by Katrina
BLAINE ANDERSON | played by Birdy
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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Just curious, any Glee RPs (preferably AU) that don’t do fourth wall breaky gif parties?
…because, seriously. Kurt Hummel wouldn’t have gifs of himself.
“I knew you were an alien. I always knew it.” No one had eyes like that unless they were from another planet. It was a scientific fact. Blaine was a smart person, he knew these things. “And you can live in denial all you want, but that doesn’t change the fact that you,” he poked Kurt’s forehead again, just to pester him, “are a blanket thief. I don’t need proof, I have my memories. Memories of shivering while you’re wrapped up snug in my blanket like a weird, human-stuffed burrito.” A giant’s burrito. Fi fi fo fum and all that.
And then Kurt had to go and talk about tying Blaine down. To the bed. You know, because Blaine’s thoughts didn’t have a tendency towards the inappropriate already. He opened his mouth to say ‘are you?’ without thinking, but caught himself and shut it again. Whew. Close call. “Sorry,” he mumbled instead, blushing and rolling over to face the wall and concentrate on not thinking about Kurt and ingenious uses for the uniform ties sitting a few feet away in his armoire. “I like to sprawl. You knew this when you agreed to stay here. Any injuries are your own fault.” Totally.
Kurt playfully slapped his hand away. “No touchy. I don’t know where you’ve hands have been and I just washed my face.” Cuddling was fine. Grimy fingers near the battlefield that was his complexion on a day to day basis was not. “Just know you lost yourself ten points for terrible cuddling,” he sniffed, checking off something on an imaginary list on his palm. It definitely wasn’t some bizarre, running tally that was in the business of comparing Zachary to Blaine. Where Blaine was always in the lead. Regardless of Kurt’s running list of complaints. Nothing like that at all.
He tapped Blaine on the shoulder. “Hey, I wasn’t done mocking you for your various shortcomings yet.” There was an obvious short joke in there somewhere, but Kurt wasn’t that desperate. “You can sprawl to your hearts content so long as I don’t wake up with any visible bruising. Or…” He shifted a little closer to Blaine, hooking his chin over the other boy’s shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist. Any direct contact was dulled by the two blankets separating them, but it was still nice. “You can learn to sleep like a reasonable person instead of a starfish.”
(Source: offofmyrunway)
“The freckles?” Blaine couldn’t resist reaching out and swiping his thumb over those apparently unforgivable speckles on Kurt’s nose and cheeks. He rolled his eyes and grinned. “You’re overdramatic. I like them. They’re… cute. Make you look human. It’s a good look for you.” His eyes flicked a quick path over Kurt, once more taking in Kurt’s floppy hair and slumber-heavy eyelids. It was beyond endearing, and the fact that Blaine found it so showed plainly on his face. Here was hoping Kurt was too sleepy to really notice.
Unfortunately, this newfound… whatever it was had a detrimental effect on his cuddling abilities. There was no way he could be that physically close to Kurt without doing something monumentally stupid, like give into the urge to kiss every single freckle gracing Kurt’s features and then move on to his lips and run his fingers through Kurt’s hair (something that was sure to earn him a Kurt Hummel Patented Bitch Glare and more than likely a smack in the head, too). None of this would end well. Kurt had Zachary and had quite obviously stuck Blaine firmly in the Friend Zone… and then gone one step further and stuck him in outer Siberia or something. He’d just managed to get Kurt to talk to him like he used to, he didn’t want to mess that up.
“You’re a blanket hog.” He heaved an exaggerated yawn, stretching and shifting to get more comfortable, obnoxiously knocking his limbs into Kurt on purpose. Annoying Kurt had always been an entertaining pastime. “I don’t want to wake up freezing. And hey,” he continued, pouting, “I am almost a real adult. I know how to tie a tie and everything now!” Only because Kurt taught him, but that was a minor detail. As were the Spider Man sheets currently gracing his bedroom at home.
Kurt lightly caught Blaine’s wrist and not-so-gently placed it back on his chest with a thunk. “Don’t touch my face. My oily t-zone doesn’t need any further assistance from your grimy fingers.” He quirked a brow, or at least tried too. His sleepy state had done a number on the impressive control he usually had on his facial muscles. And his brain, apparently. “Human, you say? Well, good. I’m trying to keep up the façade for a bit longer, you see. When you silly earthlings are least expecting it, I will take over the world.”
Kurt was no better at sharing a bed than Blaine was. Not that he was going to come out and say it or anything. “Not a blanket hog. You have no proof. How do you know you’re not just stupidly chivalrous in your sleep?” It was totally possible. Blaine could have given up his blanket those… five times out of the goodness of his heart. He made a small noise of protest as a wayward elbow made contact with his shoulder. “Hey,” he yelped. “Do we need to tie you down over there? Because I’m good for more than just a perfect Windsor knot.” He made an attempt to burrowed further under the borrowed comforter, making quite the show of his pouting lips. “I have to suffer abuse and I’m cold. Completely unfair.”
(Source: offofmyrunway)
Kurt was the single most sexy thing he had ever seen.
How had he not noticed this before? He’d known Kurt for almost a year, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed the other boy was attractive - he’d noticed that right away, actually. Something he had heavily repressed due to the fact that at that point in his life, Kurt had needed Blaine as a friend. Something that had begun to resurface over the summer (or, if he was being honest, before that), taking him by surprise and, honestly, sometimes making him feel like a creeper. Using your best friend as fodder for your imagination during, um, alone time? Yeah, that fell under the ‘creepy’ heading.
(Not, for the record, that this was something Blaine did often. He tried not to do it at all, but sometimes… it happened.)
But somehow, despite all this, despite the painted on jeans and knee high boots and the kilt he had worn to prom, Blaine had just missed the memo. It was only now, when he was all rumpled and casual and freckley and sleepy and adorable, that he got it. Kurt was sexy. Not just from an objective standpoint, either. No, it was a very specific fact. Kurt was sexy to Blaine.
And he was sleeping in Blaine’s bed. But, you know, no pressure. Right.
“Huh?” He hadn’t been listening. He’d been trying to count the freckles on Kurt’s nose. It was kind of an important process. “Oh! Hey, no, wait.” He clutched his blanket more tightly. “This one is mine… we have two. I am sharing that one with you.”
Kurt scrunched his nose, clearly not enjoying the attention that was being paid to it. “Stop looking at my nose. I’m more than aware of the patches of pigmentation I have going on and your intense scrutiny of this is not appreciated.” He relinquished his grip on Blaine’s comforter, sighing in defeat. “S’not how cuddling works, dummy, but fine.” He grumbled something unintelligible as he retrieved the other comforter from the foot of the two twin beds Blaine had pushed together. It was an ingenious setup, not that he’d ever admit it. The divide between the two beds couldn’t even be felt. Maybe he had put eggshell foam down?
Once he had settled under the other comforter, he peeked back over at Blaine. “No matter how many times I stay here, I still find myself amazed that you don’t have Power Rangers sheets or something.” The powder blue sheets on Blaine’s dorm bed would almost be tasteful, had it not been for the lacking thread count. Of course, nothing would compare to the Egyptian cotton Kurt himself had splurged on for his bedroom back home. He took sleep very seriously. It wasn’t an activity you could skimp on. It showed in circles under eyes and sluggishness during the day. ”It’s almost like you’re a real adult.”
(Source: offofmyrunway)
Despite the fact that his veins were still thrumming with empty carbs and adrenaline, physically, Kurt was exhausted. The drive out to Westerville coupled with a long first week at McKinley had that effect on him. A sleepy smile playing in his lips, he gave the blanket Blaine had wrapped himself up in a halfhearted tug. “Hey, gimme,” he pouted. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you how to share, Blainey?” His eyelids were heavy, his hair had long fallen out of its usual pristine, coiffed style and flopped down onto his forehead. An abbreviated version of his skincare routine had taken place earlier in the evening, leaving his faint freckles on display. He couldn’t summon the energy to be self-conscious, especially not around Blaine.
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.
KURT HUMMEL | played by Katrina
BLAINE ANDERSON | played by Birdy
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.
