Kurt and Blaine Unaired Dalton Scene
fic: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You[Tube] (1/2)
Word count: ~7,100
Kurt and Blaine both have YouTube channels.
It starts when Blaine’s mum wants him to send a video of him performing to his grandmother, and when Blaine started to explain about file size she just sighed a little and told him to “figure it out”.
He knows when the Warblers did Teenage Dream in the Senior Commons a couple of guys had camera phones on them, filming the performance, so Blaine puts it up on Facebook requesting a copy. The footage isn’t bad quality, is taken from the front so you can definitely see him leading, but also highlights that they are a group. So Blaine creates a YouTube channel and uploads it. He sends his grandmother a courtesy email with the link, as well as sending it out to the rest of the Warblers in case they might want to show their families as well.
Blaine doesn’t think any more about it.
anonymous prompted: idk if you’ve ever written kid fic or wish to, but what about one where klaine know each other in 2nd grade or something and blaine proposes to kurt with a ring pop haha
(and since i didn’t get to write fic the day of their first meeting anniversary commemorating it i decided to blend it in with this fic so yay! \o/)
Kurt startles, his fingers slipping a little on the buttons of his brand-new gray peacoat that his mom had bought him over the weekend. Most of the class is chattering away as they take off their heavy winter coats and hang them up at the back of the room, and Kurt, who hasn’t ever really talked too much to anyone in his class besides Rachel, is surprised at the sudden boyish, slightly-lisping voice behind him.
Ridiculous Blam bros dealing with Blaine’s twerking video going viral.
Blaine awoke to something crashing on top of him. Before his instincts could kick in telling him to punch whatever was on top of him, a familiar voice cried “BLAINE! WAKE UP!”
He jerked up violently, opening his eyes and trying to focus them in on the person holding him down. “Sam?! What the-?!”
“Blaine, you’re famous!” Sam screeched, letting go of Blaine’s wrists that he was holding down and bouncing beside him on the bed.
Blaine sat up tiredly, trying to fully wake up. Rubbing his eye he asked, “How did you even get in here?”
“I used my spare key.”
“I never gave you a-”
“Blaine that is irrelevant! You’re famous!”
anonymous prompted: first time meeting with one of the boys literally falling in the other’s arms, and kurtsies prompted: kurt owns a little boutique (or something) and blaine is the guy who comes to wash the windows
Kurt usually doesn’t pay much attention to the people cleaning his windows – they are, after all, cleaning his windows, and if Kurt thought of it as an exciting experience he would have done it himself instead of hiring them.
Except it’s kind of hard to ignore the guy who keeps pausing in his movements, staring straight through one of the big floor-to-ceiling windows in the small but exclusive fashion store Kurt opened a few months ago.
The guy doesn’t even shy away from looking when he sees Kurt noticing him, simply smiles back, and when Kurt catches him drawing a little heart to him on the window followed up with a wink, Kurt blushes so hard he has to slam the register shut and flee to hide in the backroom.
Stars of the stage Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson are engaged to be married, but little did they know they met long before Broadway.
Kurt could remember the first time he met him.
Kurt had been standing backstage, now more than a 10-year veteran of the Broadway stage. He wasn’t in this particular show, but he was there to support his best friend Rachel. He and Rachel were the same, they could go out there and be a star for the millionth time and feel right at home. But him. This kid. He was brand new. If Kurt didn’t know it from Rachel, he’d know it from the way he stood. He was peeking out towards the filling audience, wringing his hands, breathing heavily. He was nervous as hell. But Kurt had heard those pipes, this kid would kill it.
“Are you nervous?” Kurt asked, unintentionally making the kid jump out of his skin.
Once composing himself he turned to Kurt and nodded. “Please don’t judge me.” He joked, rubbing his hands together nervously. “I’ve just…I’ve never—I’m lead. On a Broadway show. I—I’m terrified I’m going to forget the lyrics or a line or-” Kurt laughed brightly, he remembered this kind of panic, he still got it sometimes when he did a new show. “Ok you can judge me.”
Drabble: Kurt talks about his ring to a customer
It happens his first shift. It’s late, and it’s pretty dead in the diner. Rachel is in the back calling everyone they know about her role and Santana is sitting at the bar texting Dani, so Kurt waits on the lady in the corner booth. The only customer in the place, at the moment.
"Here’s your coffee," he says with a smile, pouring the de-cafe into the woman’s mug. "Can I get you something else? Pie is always good with coffee."
She looks up from her menu and is about to reply when her eyes fall on the hand he’s using to pour her drink. She brightens. “That’s a nice ring.”
He blinks and looks at it himself. He’s only been wearing it for four days and he’s already forgotten it’s there. It’s just part of his hand now. He smiles softly and looks back at the woman. “Thank you. I like it too.”
"Who gave it to you?"
"My boyfriend. I mean…fiancé."
The woman’s smile widens and she leans her chin into her hands. “Oh, congrats! That is so exciting. When did that happen?”
"Well, last Thursday actually." He chuckles, putting down the coffee. "I was visiting back home and he asked me before I left."
"Was it a good proposal?"
Kurt snorts. “It was…theatrical. Which isn’t surprising if you knew either of us.”
He stops and sighs fondly as the memory plays over in his head. He looks down at the woman, who’s watching him expectantly, and chuckles. Looking around at the empty diner, he shrugs and slides into the seat across from her.
"He sang to me."
She squeaks, giggling. “Oh my, how romantic.”
"It was. He invited all of our friends and family. He sang All You Need is Love."
"Can’t go wrong with The Beatles." the woman interrupts.
Kurt nods. “You really can’t. There were rose petals and he proposed on the staircase we met on.”
The woman practically swoons. “You’re a lucky fellow. Looks like he’s pretty lucky too.”
Kurt smiles warmly. “We both are, I think.”
"I lost my husband last year. Cancer. We were married for 57 years, if you can believe that. High school sweet hearts and everything."
"He’s my high school sweet heart."
She smiles. “Well, would you look at that.”
They share a moment of silence. Kurt is now twisting his ring on his finger. He watches the woman do the same with her wedding ring and he pictures him and Blaine at their 50th wedding anniversary, probably singing to each other. He smiles at the thought and isn’t snapped out until the woman speaks again. “Is he handsome?”
He blinks, meeting her eyes again. “I’m sorry?”
"I said is he handsome?" She asks, bemused.
Kurt grins, pulling out his phone. “Oh, very.”
He shows her his lock screen, a picture they took right after the engagement and she swoons again. “You’re marrying a 50’s movie star!”
Kurt snorts. “When he gets here, I don’t want you telling him that. His ego would go through the roof.”
She chuckles. “So, tell me what he said.”
And that’s how Kurt spends his first real shift. The woman leaves him a generous tip after her meal, writing on the receipt “put it towards the wedding”.
i love it when people drop fics in my submit uwu