Sing My Imperfect Offering(part four)
Chris/Darren. PG-13. Chris is a writer, a recluse, and in love with his delivery boy. 2.4k. This one’s for Mav.
and I would choose to be with you
that’s if the choice were mine to make
but you can make decisions to
and you can have this heart to break
- And So It Goes by Billy Joel
Chris Colfer is the strangest person that Darren has ever met.
He strange, but beautiful, and Darren loves beautiful things but even more than that he loves unique things.
He’s certainly never met anyone like Chris.
Klaine Advent Challenge prompt
“Is Blaine not staying?”
It was a simple question, on a Friday afternoon, when they were finished with homework and Blaine was putting his shoes on in the hallway. Burt threw it out like it was no big deal, but both Kurt and Blaine’s eyes shot right up to him with identical, surprised expressions.
“It’s Friday night dinner, Dad,” Kurt said, no actual question in the words, like Burt was supposed to understand.
They had been only dating for a few weeks, then. Blaine knew of the dinner tradition, but since it was a family affair, didn’t expect to be automatically invited. He was only the new boyfriend, after all, and not even Quinn had a standing invitation. Neither had Rachel, when she was dating Finn, as far as Blaine knew from Kurt.
“I know that, kid,” Burt said, eyes fixed on the two boys, “That’s why I’m asking.”
“Did you…” Kurt’s eyes widened and a smile began to emerge on his face, “Did you want him to stay? Only I didn’t think to ask because…”
“Kid’s family, isn’t he?”
Burt asked in such a matter-of-fact way that Blaine’s jaw dropped and his heart was beating fast in his chest. The realization that Kurt’s Dad considered him a part of the family already, that he belonged to them, warmed him more than he’d ever admit to anyone. He felt Kurt’s hand on his shoulder and glanced to his boyfriend, then nodded at the unspoken question in Kurt’s eyes.
“Yeah,” Kurt said quietly, “Yeah, Blaine is staying.”
Sing My Imperfect Offering(part three)
Chris/Darren, PG-13. Chris is a writer, a recluse, and in love with his delivery boy. 1.4k.
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
- Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy
It’s midway through February when Chris brings up Darren to his therapist.
He doesn’t actually listen to the things the therapist says all of the time. She’s there to help him keep the thread on his sanity and keep him supplied with the pills he needs.
His agent keeps trying to set him up with someone new, but this is who he’s seen for years and he’s comfortable with it. Maybe she’ll even do some good if he’s actually ready to let her.
Sing My Imperfect Offering (part two)
Chris/Darren, PG. Chris is a writer, a recluse, and in love with his delivery boy.
Can’t you stay where you are, just for now
I could be your perfect disaster
You could my ever after
- “Ever After” by Marianas Trench
(follows: part one)
Darren stays now, sometimes.
Just for a few hours, and not every time. He waits until Chris invites him.
Some days Chris just - he can’t. Some days even answering the door feels too daunting.
But sometimes it’s like Darren brings the sunlight in with him and Chris would beg if he had to. Darren never makes him, though.
He sits on the couch and that traitorous cat goes straight to him, crawling onto his lap and purring like he rarely does for Chris.
Chris doesn’t really blame him. If Darren petted him like that, stroked down his back with those strong, warm fingers, Chris would probably purr, too.
Sing My Imperfect Offering
Chris is a writer, a recluse, and in love with his delivery boy. 1.6k
A prompt fill for the anon who wanted au crisscolfer fic based on Aside by The Weakerthans.
Chris didn’t mean to stop going outside. He just found less and less reasons to.
He has a phone and the internet. He can get his food delivered. He can get medication delivered. He can even get booze delivered. The world is at his fingertips, so why should he bother lifting them further than a keyboard? He has a cat that’s lived it’s whole life inside, no dog to walk or let out. He’s never been friendly with the neighbors. His agent handles all the meetings with the publishers.
All he has to do is make sure the drafts are in her inbox on time, and she leaves him alone. They all leave him alone.
happy valentine’s day <3
based on this post (x)
"SON OF A BITCH!"
Chris thinks it says a lot about his relationship with Darren that he hardly bats an eyelash at the exclamation. If he wasn’t so used to them, he’d probably be covered in scalding hot water right about now.
He waits a few moments, giving the pasta another stir, before he calls, “You okay?” over his shoulder.
Except Darren doesn’t answer, and okay, that’s a little disconcerting. If he was really hurt, if something was really wrong, he’d let Chris know, right? Besides, there weren’t any loud thumping noises or sounds of shattering or shots fired. Darren is fine.
His conviction lasts for another minute and a few stirs of pasta.
I don’t want to hyperbolize, but this is the greatest thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
Created by Kelsey.
Warning for: excessive artist stereotypes, cheesiness, and references to plot points from 5.07.
The week when Blaine decides to take on the art part of arts and crafts is one of the worst weeks of Kurt’s life.
Blaine has always been good with his hands, and Kurt has been on the receiving end of Blaine’s manual talents more than once—in the form of gum-wrapper rings and felted puppets, of course (and maybe something else, but Kurt is a gentleman and a gentleman never tells unless Santana gets him drunk on half a glass of champagne and asks the right questions). It’s nearing the end of Blaine’s interminable senior year, however, and Blaine has been kicked out of his senior elective crafting course after he used up all of the felt on the puppets. The only class he can fit into his schedule to finish out the year is oil painting.
“I always considered myself an artist,” Blaine says to Kurt on Skype that night.
“Of course you are, honey,” Kurt says, grabbing for the next bottle in his skincare regimen.