a mix for Tina and Mike (2/7)
Beautiful Day: U2 [someone you could lend a hand/in return for grace] || Lover of the Light (Cover): Rita Ora [love the one you hold] || Gold: Steve Kazee [and i love her so] || Take on Me (Cover): Anni B Sweet [you’re shying away/i’ll be coming for you anyway] || Colors: Barcelona [though i may not communicate my heart/she knows the colors i’m screaming] || I Hear a Symphony: The Supremes [a feeling so divine/’til i leave the past behind/i’m lost in a world/made for you and me] || Ten Minutes Ago: Laura Osnes and Santino Fontana [we are dancing, we are flying/and she’s taking me back to the skies] || Hold On When You Get Love and Let Go When You Give It: Stars [the world won’t listen to this song/and the radio won’t play it/but if you like it sing along/sing ‘cause you don’t know how to say it]
"One, two… Be super cute!"
every now and my cat does something very human like and i get very nervous and ask him “are you a person trapped in a cat’s body. or did you choose this body” very seriously to see if this time he will communicate with me and he always kinda looks to the side and then does what i imagine to be a person doing a bad impression of a cat and it makes me so nervous cuz i do way too much weird shit around my cat for him to actually be a dude pretending to be a cat
We Could Be More Than Just Amazing (Klaine, R)
Title: We could be more than just amazing
Word count: ~6200
Summary: Kind of a college!AU. Kurt needs to tell Blaine something, so they have a talk. Then they have the talk, and then they do the thing.
Warnings: Transexual (ftm) Kurt, masturbation, fingering, blowjob.
A/N: Several weeks ago, I had a discussion on twitter about boypussy vs trans* characters in fic, and that discussion gave me the encouragement I needed to be able to write this fic. It features Kurt as transexual (without SRS), it contains no angst, and the only body dysphoria mentioned is in the past. If that bothers you, don’t read. If you want more details on it before reading, please feel free to ask! (also yes, the title is from Westlife). Thanks to artist-artists & ljummen for read-through, and special thanks to kuinnbastian & rain-bow-bow for support and encouragement!
Crossposts: AO3, FF.net, LJ
We need to talk. We need to talk. We need to talk.
Kurt runs the sentence through his head a million times while he moves the cutlery half an inch to the left, and then back again. They really do need to talk. Kurt is ready. He has maxed their hang-out time this week, just in case Blaine doesn’t want to ever see him again after this. They had coffee on Tuesday, went to the movies on Wednesday, managed to grab a quick lunch yesterday, and any minute now, Blaine is coming over here for dinner. If things work out, they still have the whole weekend to hang out, with Kurt much more relaxed than he’s been able to be before, and if things don’t work out…well, then Kurt has the whole weekend to himself to eat ice cream and watch crappy reality TV. It’s a brilliant plan, really.
If he can just figure out how to say it.