WOO-HOOOOO, I DID IT! 30 days of fic! If you hate fic: congratulations, you survived! So did I.
Title: Dressed for the Occasion (An AV!verse fic :D) Author: wordplay Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~4000 Summary: The sequel to Teenage Dream. All Kurt wants is some dinner and an easy transition into the weekend. Blaine has other plans.
Warnings: A little roughness, a little not-bondage, something like foodporn.
A/N: Kickass, super-quick, uber-attentive beta by sillygleekt, who is just wonderful and who I can’t say enough good things about. As the story this is a sequel to was written for her, it seems strangely fitting. ♥
And, finally, to those of you who’ve been following along, to those who’ve been reading every day: thank you. Thank you so much.
For this one I’m making you go over to LJ, because I am rude like that, and I am feeling all entitled. And because I am so proud of myself that I did this when all this shit was going on, oh my god. I finished. That was kind of hard.
“Blaine’s always here,” Burt says. “Between him and Rachel, we might as well open up a hotel for teenagers who never quit making funny faces when they sing.”—It’s funny because it’s true. (via kurtsturbation)
“You know what my real problem is with Glee? My real problem with Glee is that when it’s good, it’s better than anything else on TV. If Glee had never shown any promise, had never proved it could be brilliant, had never given a shit about its characters or its stories or its fans, if it had always been a crappy teenage show about a ragtag band of misfits, I wouldn’t get so enraged about it.”—
“Previously on Glee, an intergalactic election was held to determine if any couple in any sector of the space-time continuum was as cute as Kurt and Blaine, and the answer was no forever.”—After Elton (via trumpsofdoom)
“Kurt and Blaine are the first performers in PatronizingFest 2012. Fortunately, they’re Kurt and Blaine, so: a) They know what the actual hell they’re talking about in terms of the whole gay biz, and b) they make everything around them 6,000 percent more adorable. Like, my wrath subsides in a nanosecond — the way it would if I saw a family of kittens frolicking across the top of a rainbow — when Blaine says they’re going to perform a song they sing to each other in the car. The song is P!nk’s “F—kin’ Perfect, because of course it is. Honestly, I would have preferred to watch 42 minutes of Kurt and Blaine driving around serenading each other. But, I mean, that’s true every week.”—
“You know who I love? Dot Jones. You know who else I love? Jane Lynch. You know what I’d SUPER love? If Bieste and Sue hooked up. Alas, they’ve decided to fight over Cooter. It’s a delight, it really is. Seeing powerful women wrassle and sabotage each other over a dude just thrills me. Bieste is like, “Cooter, I thought we were together.” And Cooter legitimately goes, “Well, you weren’t fulfilling me — sexually.” And then I typed the word “Cooter” one more time and punched myself in the face. The end.”—No, seriously, I would like to clutch her to my bosom forever. (via agletthatiscracked)
Your best girlfriend takes all the hyperbolic things you say literally and your boyfriend repeats everything else back to you.
One day there’s going to be a bloodbath in a tiny Lower East Side walkup, mark my words. And the eeriest thing will be how he wrote “they just wouldn’t shut up” on the walls in their blood without spilling a drop on his vintage Westwood suit.
But then the other part of me is ;_;’ing at the thought of Blaine going to put a bowtie on the next day and then flashing back to what Santana said and wanting to fit in so badly and be friends that he just puts it back in the drawer even though he feels a little naked and unprotected without it.
Yes! Of course, for me, ;_; is actually a good thing to feel in regards to Blaine, especially in light of the headcanon Rosa and I either share or equally enjoy that he and Kurt are skirting the edges of D/s awareness and the bowties are their way of letting sub!Blaine be “collared” in public.
And then, you know, Santana cuts him down about it, and he pretends to shrug it off while he’s in front of her, but god, didn’t he just feel so completely exposed in that moment, like a secret had been let out, like he was having the most vulnerable part of himself mocked.
Ooh, I really like that idea. Because Blaine’s first bowtie is actually one that Kurt gave him, and he’s never stopped wearing them. He’s not sure why, though, but after Kurt gave him that first bowtie he just likes the idea of them. Likes that Kurt likes them, even though he’s expanded his wardrobe and purchased his own bowties without Kurt’s input. But Kurt smiles when he sees them and okay, some of them like that giant pink one? They’re silly, but Blaine feels all warm and fuzzy when Kurt likes them.
And when Santana berates him for the bowties he just, doesn’t know what to do. So he takes them off. Because they’re just bowties, right? Just part of his look, like his teeny tiny socks and his vat of hairgel. But he feels weird and exposed without them and he’s not quite sure why, and he feels silly so he doesn’t bring it up to Kurt and instead just leaves them off for rest of the week.