"I like your lips," Kurt slowly drags his thumb across them, appreciating every bump and crack, "and the things that they can do,” he adds, giggling.
Blaine grins. ”I like how you get those crinkles by your eyes when you laugh.”
And so Kurt laughs again.
The two of them are lying on Kurt’s bed, their clothes scattered across the floor, having just had sex (amazing sex) for the first time since their engagement night. They’re surrounded by a silence in the loft, everyone else but them asleep. The only noises they can hear are coming from the New York nightlife and the distant sound of the dripping tap in the bathroom that they’ve been meaning to get fixed.
anon requested: klaine + christmas
All us Gleeks make fun of Glee and bash on it but in reality I think we’re all scared of how much it actually means to us
#it’s a problem #we love it so much and we just want it to be the best it can possibly be #it’s like a friend who has so much potential and can be absolutely amazing but it keeps fucking up #it’s frustrating #and you yell but it’s because you care
Basically Glee is Tiffany and we’re all Tyra Banks
I still feel like weeping just looking at this. Because in an episode that´s largely a show dealing with a fandom that´s a mess to deal with, there´s this moment of complete stillness, a little girl looking at the screen and just being overrun with cheer joy. Seeing herself, seeing a dream that can be. Because Glee´s that, too.
It´s here to tell its story and bring hope.
let’s remind ourselves that this is what ACTUALLY happened last christmas