I realized this morning that last month was the 10-year anniversary of the first time I posted a chapter of Someone Like You. Haven’t been on Tumblr in months, and even then it was just to scroll for a few minutes. It was so nice to log in tonight and see a bunch of recent reblogs of SLY. That story meant a lot to me. This fandom meant a lot to me. In fact, I think this fandom, and that story, saved me.Â
The fall of 2011 was a dark time in my house. To deal, I turned to fictional characters and this community. It started with the Friday Fic Rec on LJ. Then I found Tumblr, and so many friends. As my world crumbled around me, I joined a different world. It was magic, and I’m so grateful for those years, and for all of you.
I think in the land of SLY, Kurt is building furniture in his warehouse near the Santa Fe Railyard. He loves the industrial feel and the fact that he is surrounded by other artists. His BFF is a 20-something glass blower from Iowa named Vivian. He and Blaine took her under their wing because she’s from the Midwest. She’s a regular at their Sunday “family dinners,” along with Antonio and Sarah and their kids.
In his industrial space, Kurt loses track of time until Blaine shows up with afternoon coffees and cajoles him into playing hooky.Â
"Let’s walk,” Blaine says, and they head out toward the Plaza.Â
As they wind along tiny ancient streets, he hums the latest song he’s been recording out in Galisteo and only stops when they reach their renovated adobe home. Blaine opens the blue door at their gate and, with his hand on the small of Kurt’s back, ushers him into their courtyard.Â
And as he does every time they walk through it, Kurt looks at the door and says, “It’s perfect.”
I hope you’re all doing well.Â
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