formerly: treetiesandcandycanecapris and melaminadianepie
i don’t understand how people stop watching shows because something happens that they don’t like or they don’t like how it’s going
if i start a show i’m in it until the end
in sickness and in health
till death or discontinuation do us part
man, i 1000% understand where you’re coming from
oh yeah fuck glee
I’ve been sick all week, so I wrote smutty sick!fic, as one does.
He’s spent the last four nights waking up, several times over, to Blaine furiously trying to hack up a lung or two, then groaning and sighing and falling back into a fitful, restless sleep. Watched with concern every time Blaine winced after a mouthful of food or drink and shivered through every tablespoon of viscous, vile cough medicine. He’s frowned and waited and worried as Blaine pushed through every day bleary eyed and bedraggled, intent on taking this test or helping someone practice for auditions or help out on a friend of a friend’s roommate’s silent noir film for their final grade.
So it’s no surprise whatsoever to Kurt when he comes home from class and finds Blaine fast asleep on the couch, fully dressed and shoes still on, slumped over in the corner with one arm dangling to the side.
there are two types of crushes:
1. a casual crush, you look at them and you’re like “wow you’re pretty cute i’d like to get to know you better”
2. absolutely, undeniably head over heels oh my god are you fucking kidding me you are perfect wow i’m literally going to rethink every conversation we’ve ever had for the next 9 hours of my life please love me
there is no in between