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tigriswolf Title: you will weep and know why
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Hopkins
Warnings: angsty fluff; partially future!fic
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Prompt:
Something based on this quote:
"We didn’t talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough."
-Stephen Chbosky (The Perks of Being a Wallflower)
Can be angsty or fluffy, but I do kind of have a scenario in mind - Kurt is upset by something, he's crying in Blaine's arms, and Blaine does his best to offer 'silent comfort' until Kurt starts to talk about whatever's bothering him.
Sometimes, Kurt doesn't want to talk. He doesn't want to rant or rave or rail against life for being so damned unfair. He doesn’t want to fight or argue or try anymore.
Sometimes, he just wants to curl up in the dark and cry.
0o0
The first time he found Kurt crying beneath the covers, Blaine freaked out. He inadvertently made everything worse by calling Kurt’s dad in a panic because Kurt refused to talk to him.
The second time, he knew it was his fault, so he apologized quietly and left, waited a day, and then texted Kurt, I love you.
The third time, Blaine crawled up behind him and just held on. He didn’t whisper assurances. He didn’t hum a tune. He just got as close as he could and was simply there.
The fourth time, Kurt turned over as Blaine stretched out on the bed, and he held Blaine, crying into his hair.
0o0
Sometimes, Kurt would talk about it. Most times, he wouldn’t.
The fifth time, Kurt said, “I’m so tired.”
Blaine kissed the side of his head and said, “I’ve got you. You can sleep.”
They had matching crowns and Blaine’s fists ached with how tightly he clenched them to keep from swinging. Burt was downstairs with questions, and Finn only muddied the waters.
Kurt squeezed his hand and whispered, “I love you.”
Blaine held on.
Title: I hate that you’re leavin’ with so much unsaid
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Cyndi Thomson
Warnings: future!fic; character death; inaccurate legal processes
Pairings: mentions of Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 740
Point of view: third
Prompt: Finn always knew he'd be visiting Rachel in New York. He may have been meant to get out of Lima but he was never meant for New York. He just never expected to be visiting Rachel in prison instead of backstage on Broadway.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same,” she says calmly.
“Rachel,” he whispers, agonized.
Neither of them speak until he has to leave, when she says, “Give your parents a hug for me.”
He nods.
0o0
Burt hasn’t left the hotel room. Mom takes care of everything.
She lets Finn handle the calls from their friends, which range from despairing to furious to numbed disbelief.
The only one he tells the full story to is Puck.
Puck says, “I wish I could’a beat her to it.”
Finn says, tears spilling over again, “Me, too.”
0o0
Blaine wakes up three days after Rachel is arrested. He doesn’t remember anything after his date with Kurt.
He doesn’t remember the attack. He can’t help the case at all, and after he realizes why Kurt isn’t there…
Finn holds him gently, careful of the bruises and cracked ribs.
After Blaine realizes why Rachel isn’t there, he asks to see her.
0o0
Blaine looks Rachel in the eye and says quietly, “Thank you.”
Rachel smiles at him, so sadly and at peace. “He would’ve done the same for me.”
“Yes,” Blaine agrees. “He would’ve.”
0o0
Up-and-coming fashion sensation Kurt Hummel was killed in a gaybashing long before his time. Everyone knows that.
What not everyone knows is that his best friend, the newest Broadway darling, Rachel Berry, took it upon herself to avenge him. Her trial begins this week.
Many people I spoke to agree that she should be acquitted, and while I hope for that, too, I don’t think it will happen.
I went to see Ms. Berry on a crisp autumn day and asked her why she decided to take the law into her own hands.
She looked me in the eyes and said softly, “Quinn, you remember him. Wouldn’t you have done the same?”
I went to school with Kurt Hummel and Rachel Berry. I picked on them until the day I realized they were the only thing I had.
“Yes,” I told her.
If life had gone differently, I’d be on trial this week.
I wouldn’t regret it, either.
0o0
“Quinn,” her editor says. “I can’t post this, not even in the opinion section.”
“I know.” Quinn shrugs. She hesitates, thinking back to the look in Rachel’s eyes, to Blaine’s tears and Finn’s disbelieving sorrow, to Burt’s heavy grief.
“I’m taking a sabbatical,” Quinn says abruptly. Gleeks are pouring in from all over the country, filling up the entire floor of the Hummel’s hotel. “I’ll be back after the trial.” Maybe, she doesn’t add. Probably not.
Her editor nods. She doesn’t look at anyone as she gathers up her the odds-and-ends on her desk, including three pictures: the New Directions, three years running.
Quinn’s family.
0o0
It’s Brittany’s idea to write the book.
It’s Sam’s idea to have everyone do their own chapter, how they saw high-school and glee club and their two brightest stars. Seventeen in all – three years’ worth. Glocks and gleerios and gleeks. Everyone who was ever in New Directions, even Jesse St. James, who sits next to Finn at the trial and silently cries.
Rachel’s chapter is the last one. Quinn feels something between satisfaction and pain as she reads Rachel’s cut-and-dried explanation about the days following Kurt’s death.
Quinn edits out the recipe Rachel followed, but she leaves in how Rachel waited for the police, determined that the whole world would know why those five men died.
0o0
Rachel is convicted, of course. No matter how the jury sympathizes with her (and most of them do), it was clearly premeditated.
Puck has to be escorted out when the sentence is read. Mr. Hummel sags against Mrs. Hummel, and the rest of the family all call their love to Rachel.
She looks only at Blaine. She mouths to him, “I’ll never be sorry.”
0o0
Quinn titles the book The Only Direction. Her editor reads it in one night and calls her in tears.
It’s a run-away best-seller.
The inscription says, For our brother, our glorious star – and to our sister, the brilliant bird in a drab cage. We love you.
0o0
They all return to their lives, fifteen people again apart. Blaine goes back to Lima with the Hummels and never sings again.
Finn visits Rachel three times a year: on her birthday, on the day Kurt died, and on the day their book was published. They talk about everything except prison.
Rachel tells him, “I’m not sorry.”
Finn says, “I know.”
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Hopkins
Warnings: angsty fluff; partially future!fic
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Prompt:
Something based on this quote:
"We didn’t talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough."
-Stephen Chbosky (The Perks of Being a Wallflower)
Can be angsty or fluffy, but I do kind of have a scenario in mind - Kurt is upset by something, he's crying in Blaine's arms, and Blaine does his best to offer 'silent comfort' until Kurt starts to talk about whatever's bothering him.
Sometimes, Kurt doesn't want to talk. He doesn't want to rant or rave or rail against life for being so damned unfair. He doesn’t want to fight or argue or try anymore.
Sometimes, he just wants to curl up in the dark and cry.
0o0
The first time he found Kurt crying beneath the covers, Blaine freaked out. He inadvertently made everything worse by calling Kurt’s dad in a panic because Kurt refused to talk to him.
The second time, he knew it was his fault, so he apologized quietly and left, waited a day, and then texted Kurt, I love you.
The third time, Blaine crawled up behind him and just held on. He didn’t whisper assurances. He didn’t hum a tune. He just got as close as he could and was simply there.
The fourth time, Kurt turned over as Blaine stretched out on the bed, and he held Blaine, crying into his hair.
0o0
Sometimes, Kurt would talk about it. Most times, he wouldn’t.
The fifth time, Kurt said, “I’m so tired.”
Blaine kissed the side of his head and said, “I’ve got you. You can sleep.”
They had matching crowns and Blaine’s fists ached with how tightly he clenched them to keep from swinging. Burt was downstairs with questions, and Finn only muddied the waters.
Kurt squeezed his hand and whispered, “I love you.”
Blaine held on.
Title: I hate that you’re leavin’ with so much unsaid
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Cyndi Thomson
Warnings: future!fic; character death; inaccurate legal processes
Pairings: mentions of Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 740
Point of view: third
Prompt: Finn always knew he'd be visiting Rachel in New York. He may have been meant to get out of Lima but he was never meant for New York. He just never expected to be visiting Rachel in prison instead of backstage on Broadway.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same,” she says calmly.
“Rachel,” he whispers, agonized.
Neither of them speak until he has to leave, when she says, “Give your parents a hug for me.”
He nods.
0o0
Burt hasn’t left the hotel room. Mom takes care of everything.
She lets Finn handle the calls from their friends, which range from despairing to furious to numbed disbelief.
The only one he tells the full story to is Puck.
Puck says, “I wish I could’a beat her to it.”
Finn says, tears spilling over again, “Me, too.”
0o0
Blaine wakes up three days after Rachel is arrested. He doesn’t remember anything after his date with Kurt.
He doesn’t remember the attack. He can’t help the case at all, and after he realizes why Kurt isn’t there…
Finn holds him gently, careful of the bruises and cracked ribs.
After Blaine realizes why Rachel isn’t there, he asks to see her.
0o0
Blaine looks Rachel in the eye and says quietly, “Thank you.”
Rachel smiles at him, so sadly and at peace. “He would’ve done the same for me.”
“Yes,” Blaine agrees. “He would’ve.”
0o0
Up-and-coming fashion sensation Kurt Hummel was killed in a gaybashing long before his time. Everyone knows that.
What not everyone knows is that his best friend, the newest Broadway darling, Rachel Berry, took it upon herself to avenge him. Her trial begins this week.
Many people I spoke to agree that she should be acquitted, and while I hope for that, too, I don’t think it will happen.
I went to see Ms. Berry on a crisp autumn day and asked her why she decided to take the law into her own hands.
She looked me in the eyes and said softly, “Quinn, you remember him. Wouldn’t you have done the same?”
I went to school with Kurt Hummel and Rachel Berry. I picked on them until the day I realized they were the only thing I had.
“Yes,” I told her.
If life had gone differently, I’d be on trial this week.
I wouldn’t regret it, either.
0o0
“Quinn,” her editor says. “I can’t post this, not even in the opinion section.”
“I know.” Quinn shrugs. She hesitates, thinking back to the look in Rachel’s eyes, to Blaine’s tears and Finn’s disbelieving sorrow, to Burt’s heavy grief.
“I’m taking a sabbatical,” Quinn says abruptly. Gleeks are pouring in from all over the country, filling up the entire floor of the Hummel’s hotel. “I’ll be back after the trial.” Maybe, she doesn’t add. Probably not.
Her editor nods. She doesn’t look at anyone as she gathers up her the odds-and-ends on her desk, including three pictures: the New Directions, three years running.
Quinn’s family.
0o0
It’s Brittany’s idea to write the book.
It’s Sam’s idea to have everyone do their own chapter, how they saw high-school and glee club and their two brightest stars. Seventeen in all – three years’ worth. Glocks and gleerios and gleeks. Everyone who was ever in New Directions, even Jesse St. James, who sits next to Finn at the trial and silently cries.
Rachel’s chapter is the last one. Quinn feels something between satisfaction and pain as she reads Rachel’s cut-and-dried explanation about the days following Kurt’s death.
Quinn edits out the recipe Rachel followed, but she leaves in how Rachel waited for the police, determined that the whole world would know why those five men died.
0o0
Rachel is convicted, of course. No matter how the jury sympathizes with her (and most of them do), it was clearly premeditated.
Puck has to be escorted out when the sentence is read. Mr. Hummel sags against Mrs. Hummel, and the rest of the family all call their love to Rachel.
She looks only at Blaine. She mouths to him, “I’ll never be sorry.”
0o0
Quinn titles the book The Only Direction. Her editor reads it in one night and calls her in tears.
It’s a run-away best-seller.
The inscription says, For our brother, our glorious star – and to our sister, the brilliant bird in a drab cage. We love you.
0o0
They all return to their lives, fifteen people again apart. Blaine goes back to Lima with the Hummels and never sings again.
Finn visits Rachel three times a year: on her birthday, on the day Kurt died, and on the day their book was published. They talk about everything except prison.
Rachel tells him, “I’m not sorry.”
Finn says, “I know.”
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Date: 2011-09-05 04:09 pm (UTC)The inscription says, For our brother, our glorious star – and to our sister, the brilliant bird in a drab cage. We love you.
And then I cried. I have never been so incredibly MOVED by a story less than 1,000 words.
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Date: 2011-09-06 12:38 am (UTC)