GLEE INDIE | [LISTEN] | 11 tracks, 37min
Glee covers of indie songs.
forgive me for my shameless indulgence
Anonymous prompted: klaine + the single dad and the helpful neighbor
The hot neighbor is at the door and Kurt’s shirt is covered in about as much cake as his baby is covered in.
He tries not to panic and fails miserably, picking up Emily and steeling himself for completely blowing all the progress he’s made over the past few weeks, being friendly with Blaine and only inviting him over when Emily was down for her nap.
"Hi—" Blaine says cheerfully as soon as Kurt opens the door, and then his eyes widen, taking in the sight of them. His smile is so bright and warm and completely the opposite of what Kurt was expecting that it makes his chest twist up tight. “I see I already missed the party?”
5x14 reaction fic. NC-17
I miss morning sex.
He gets the text while he’s still in bed, stretched out on his stomach and trying to pretend that the sun isn’t as bright as it is. He misses it too. He misses Blaine’s breakfasts and having coffee freshly ground and pressed. He’s glad for the space, and he’s glad they’re being so careful and smart. But he misses him.
He lifts his face from the pillow, squints against the morning glare and grabs his phone from the nightstand.
You can still have it. And then tell me all about it ;)
Blaine’s reply is immediate, and Kurt can just picture him, already up and dressed and gelled, bouncing around the apartment with more cheerful energy than anyone has a right to have first thing in the morning. Kurt smiles to himself at the image.
You know what mean.
I do. I miss you too.
He taps out the message, finally heaves himself out of bed and stumbles to the kitchen. Pulls down a box of cereal, a bowl, the cold milk from the fridge. Sits down and pours it all out, then sighs when he realizes he didn’t get a spoon.
Heartfelt - When the Andersons move in across the street, seven year-old Kurt is worried at the realization that they have a boy his age (but one grade level below him). However, his worries are for naught, and in a big way.
Kurt sighs, turning a small teacup over in his hands as he wonders when his dad will be back from the garage, and when his mom will wake up from her nap. She takes a lot of naps lately; Dad says it’s just because she’s really tired, but she didn’t used to nap so much. Anyway, now he’s alone in their front yard, a tea party all set up for two.
He’s thinking about putting everything away - as imaginative as he can be, a tea party just isn’t the same without another person there - when he hears a cheery, unfamiliar voice.
Superhero/Cheerio roleplaying, as requested.
“We meet again Crimson Cheerio,” Nightbird says with a swoosh of his cape. Mostly because it looks cool. “You thought you could get away with stealing the Crown Jewels. Not on my watch.”
Crimson Cheerio struts around him, dragging a finger down Nightbird’s armored chest. “Maybe I wasn’t trying to get away, I-” He stops, grimaces and wiggles uncomfortably. “This uniform is really tight, ugh.”
Blaine sighs, cape dropping in a flaccid flutter around him. “Kurt, you’re breaking character,” he complains.