the weird thing about internet friends is that you don’t know how tall they are
On meeting Darren Criss
One day Blaine walks into the kitchen at the loft wearing this shirt
And these pants
And this bow tie
And everyone just stops and looks at him.
shortly followed by
I wonder if anybody’s actually had feelings for me, like actually got upset or mad over little things I did and got jealous and confused over me and thought about me on a regular basis. I feel like I’m the only person that ever really cares about anyone and that nobody’s ever felt that way for me.
A story of four seasons, two boys, and one love to bind them together.
kurt/blaine, 2,000 words
(read on AO3)
Blaine is autumn in the way he behaves and the way he talks, the things he likes and the time he was born. Blaine is the cooling after a period of heat, the one to calm down and explain — and Blaine, he can be cold, cool and collected and knowing what to do, offering advice and a helping hand from an emotional distance almost impossible to see; but Blaine, he’s also flaming-hot, because when he snaps he does so all the way, the atoms of his body seemingly breaking away and letting him yell and punch and fume.
But Blaine is mostly comfortable, level-headed; he’s unpredictable at times, but not overly so — he’s a guy of thick scarves looped tight around necks, a guy of frost biting red at high cheeks, a guy to sit for hours by the big window in the living-room in soft pajamas, watching the falling leaves painting the ground in the colors of fire with his palm pressing into his face.
That awkward moment when you leave a store without buying anything and all you can think is “act natural, you’re innocent”.
yo could you keep it down some of us are trying to work here
in a minute