#theyaskedmeto

OH I FORGOT TO SAY the prompt is for klaine!! thank you !! (also it feels so weird to ask ppl prompts bc i never do - i always write them now hfdskhdjsk)

thanks for prompting elsie!!! (love your writing and prompt fills hehe 💕)

no one:

me: *has one hour until class and a bunch of other things to do* let’s write this drabble that i don’t have any ideas for (but it worked so yeah)

this is really short sorry and maybe doesn’t need a cut but it’s there lol and hopefully it’s fluffy for 370 words 👉👈

Fluff 1 “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

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Author:  @theyaskedmeto

Rating:  M

Status:  Completed in August 2020

Word Count:  19,783

Summary:  Since his Mom’s death, Kurt Hummel has felt like he’s been forgotten and disregarded. Then, he meets a boy with curly hair, a nose ring, and painted nails. Enter Blaine Anderson.

Tropes/Genre:  skank!Kurt, badboy!Blaine, highschool!Klaine, AU, angst

Lynne’s review:  I really enjoy stories with a rougher version of Kurt and Blaine and this one didn’t disappoint. I was fascinated by their relationship. Quinn is an interesting character and Burt is not the father we’re used to.

Read at:  AO3

His patten matching would be off by like a millimeter and he would panic he was going to be eliminated

He'd also be the audience's fave because while he's bitching about some of the contestants he also totally helps others that he likes because he's done early because skills

Also Joe would love annoying him

And he'd LOVE the final challenge and make the most amazing things completely to the briefs.

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

HOHOOIHIOOIOOOO ELSIE I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS!!!!

I literally have had this in my Google docs for ALMOST TWO FUCKING YEARS LISTED UNDER “idk- Angst Scraps???” AND JUST HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT TO DO WITH IT!!?!?? (Let this be an invitation for anyone to come up with a story for it!!!)

In my mind, it’s like. fwb that went wrong??? Mixed with a road trip that happens years later?? I don’t know HOW and I cannot be bothered bc it would take to much time and energy that I do not have but HERE:

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“It wasn’t exactly, um, easy, you know? But I do agree with you. We’re better off as friends.”

“Really?” Blaine asks in mild surprise.

“Really,” Kurt affirms, keeping his eyes on the road.

The confirmation shouldn’t send a dull ache rippling through Blaine’s chest, yet it does.

“We really do make a great pair, Blaine. And I am so glad we have each other in our lives. After that day, though, it uh, I did need some time to lick my wounds. Heal a bit. It took a lot of work, but I was finally able to make myself realize that we would never have worked out, realize that you could never love me the way I needed to be loved. And I don’t say that as a testament to your empathy, or your commitment to your relationships.”

Blaine isn’t sure he wants to hear the answer, but he asks anyway. “Then what is it?”

“You just. Didn’t feel the same. And on the very foundation of that logic, you couldn’t have given me what I needed at the time.”

It comes as a shock to Blaine, when his mind without hesitation supplies, What if I could now?

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(This also could be part of it, or not, but context would be that Blaine just tried to kiss Kurt and Kurt was into it but then pulled away and is Lowkey having a crisis)

Kurt draws his head back, and the room goes completely silent.

“I have to go,” he says, rising up from the couch and not meeting Blaine’s and eyes as he reaches for his keys.

“No, don’t—” Blaine tries, but Kurt’s already by the door.

“I have to go,” Kurt repeats, only this time Blaine can hear the tension in his throat.

(Blah blah blah they’re outside)

“What the hell was that, Blaine!?”

“I-I- don’t know—”

Kurt scoffs. “Yeah, you never do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means. It- It means that I have been so fucking sure about how I felt about you from the moment we met, and I thought. Hell, I don’t know what I thought. That giving you time to think would make you as sure as I was?”

“No, it’s—I’m not sure about a lot of things, Kurt, but I know I care about you—”

Kurt chuckles humorlessly, hands on his hips and blinking tears at the stars above them. He finally fixes his stare at Blaine.

“I have a boyfriend.”

“You—what? Why— why didn’t you—?”

Kurt nods and sniffs a bit. “I think a part of me knew you wouldn’t try anything if you knew about him. And... and it’s been years, and I still... still want you to want me.”

Blaine stands there in the yard, speechless.

“I have to go,” Kurt repeats, voice soft as an echo.

Blaine reaches out a hand. “Don’t”

“I have a boyfriend.” Kurt says firmly, as if reminding himself more than Blaine. “Who loves me, and is so, so sure about me. And if I stay any longer, I am going to ruin everything I have with him just for the chance that you might love me back.”

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I also have NO CLUE how to resolve ANY of this so 🤷🏽‍♀️

Author:  @theyaskedmeto

Rating:  T

Status:  Completed in November 2020

Word Count:  50,027

Summary:  All Blaine Anderson wants is someone he can make pancakes for. Also, a coffee shop of his own - that too. A coffeeshop AU where poetry dictates what will happen each chapter because the dark academic in me decided to make an entrance...

Tropes/Genre:  Coffee shop, alternate meeting, romance, fluff, humor

Lynne’s review:  Just what the doctor ordered. This is wonderful.

BAHAHAHAHA ACCEPTED!!!

Ahhh thanks 🥺💕