something quite remarkable...

Summary: The first time Kurt realizes that Blaine thinks he’s cute…or hot…or whatever (Takes place between ‘Sexy’ and ‘Original Song’)

Words: 760

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“You will never believe what I just had to endure,” Kurt picks up the phone as soon as he has stuffed the pamphlets under his secret bucket list, under his secret musicals-for-a-bad-day collection, in his secret drawer, as far down and out of his mind as he can possibly put them. 

But still he calls Blaine. To tell him. He knows he’s been firmly ‘friend-zoned’. He may be inexperienced but Blaine made that much clear. But Blaine is still his best friend. His gay best friend whom he can talk to about these things. He’s his person. Friend-zoned or not.

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Kurt tapped his foot impatiently and glanced at the clock on the wall of the bakery. He had to be at work in twenty minutes and had been waiting in line for what felt like hours. He huffed in annoyance as the customer in front of him took his sweet time trying to figure out whether he should buy scones or cinnamon rolls. The girl behind the counter – Remy, according to her name tag - looked just as annoyed as Kurt felt, and they shared a look of silent camaraderie as the customer changed his mind for the millionth time.

Once it was finally his turn, Kurt quickly ran off his order and as his box of sweet treats was prepared, he noticed a flyer taped to the front of the display case announcing a baking competition.

Summary: If Kurt get’s right down to it, the reason he avoids working on the spring musical has nothing to do with the musicals themselves and everything to do with Blaine Anderson, band director.

Authors Note: Based on this loosely this prompt: we’re both high school teachers and our students ship us together but I won’t let them tell you au.

This story is also heavily borrowed from my sister, deanharrisackles, and her experience in the orchestra of our high school production of Kiss Me, Kate.

Word Count: 5,598

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Kurt and Blaine are neighbors that meet properly for the first time when they’ve both been up all night, and Kurt’s out of coffee.

“Hold the elevator!” 

Kurt quickly puts his foot between the doors and his neighbor from next door comes in, out of breath. 

“Ah, God, thank you.” 

“No problem,” Kurt chuckles, taking in the guy’s appearance. He has an 8 o’clock shadow, his hair is sticking out of what must have been a perfect hairdo the night before and it’s clear he hasn’t slept well if at all. 

All in all it looks like he’s pretty much had the same kind of night as Kurt.

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Stuck in the most boring math class in history,  Kurt suffers moment of madness and draws two flowers on the notebook of a sleeping jock next to him. Inexplicably, the silly thing leads to a tentative friendship (and then some) between  the two. 3000 words of dorky behaviour in a classroom. Jock!Blaine.

Happy Corners

When Kurt was six years old and struggling with learning how to write, his mother helped him keep frustration at bay. She showed him, happily, how the best tactic was to just take a moment to breathe and draw a few happy things on the corner of the paper, so that he could fill it with positive energy. In a matter of weeks he was addicted to what he liked to call “happy corners”. As he grew up, he continued the practice, often times introducing it to his friends or stealthily filling his classmates’ notebooks with surprise happy corners, more out of fondness for it, than actual necessity; and when his mother died, it felt like a way to keep her always in his life.