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A curly mop of hair shifted underneath a pile of quilts and blankets.
Kurt sat at the edge of the bed, pulling back the comforter just enough to look at the half-open hazel eyes of his boyfriend. “Good morning,” he smiled with a sing-song voice. He couldn’t see the actual smile, but Blaine’s eyes crinkled ever so slightly with mirth before Kurt found himself being pushed off the bed.
“Sleepy. Five more minutes,” Blaine mumbled dreamily, although it was difficult to discern muffled by the bedding.
“No,” Kurt protested, falling back next to Blaine and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, blankets and all. He pressed his face into the boy’s curls and whispered playfully, “You have school. Your first official day as a college student.”
Blaine snuggled deeper into Kurt’s arms, “No?”
“Come on, you can’t miss your first day,” Kurt replied, kissing Blaine’s head. He got up and straightened his outfit before tinkering with the lamp by Blaine’s bedside. Blaine’s decorations all immediately glittered around the room, the light bouncing from surface to surface. The boy groaned and shielded his eyes with one of the quilts. “Come on. Time to get up,” Kurt pushed, gently tugging at Blaine’s comforter.
And then Kurt and Blaine lived happily ever after. The End.
Prompt #43 (by anonymous)
Date: March 28, 2012
Prompt: Blaine becomes clairvoyant after a near-death experience.
Conventional, or bow tie? An Anderson Brothers Drabble
“Now B, this is my friend Charlie and he is going make sure you look extra handsome tonight,” Cooper smiled as he clapped his ten-year-old brother on the back. He waved over a lithe, fair-haired man near a dressing mirror and turned Blaine around so he could look right at him, “I’ve done this whole song and dance before, so whatever he says, don’t agree to wear pink.”
“I’ve never made you wear pink Cooper,” the stylist replied with a cheshire smile. He had a high voice that reminded Blaine of bells, clear and joyful.
The older Anderson laughed, “Exactly. Pink would go terribly with my skin tone.”
“Don’t give me any ideas Anderson, you could probably pull off pink,” Charlie teased, “A pale pink shirt, or a pink tie…”
Cooper raised a playful eyebrow as he helped Blaine out of his jacket, “I’ll fire you, asshole.”
“Coop!” Blaine admonished.
“Save the fire for the red carpet Anderson.” He tossed a pair of neon pink sunglasses to Cooper, who caught them, glared at his stylist, and gave them immediately to his brother. “Don’t you have a radio interview across town in ten minutes?” Charlie asked pointedly.
The older Anderson rolled his eyes, “Uhh, yeah.” He looked down at his brother, “I’ll be back soon Blaine, and I’ll get ready before Mom and Dad come to pick you up.”
Charlie shooed him out of the dressing room, “It’s like I’m your mother. Your brother will be fine until you get back. Better than fine. He’ll look amazing for your first big red carpet and you will look like an extra they picked up off the Paramount lot.”
“I am so firing you,” Cooper grinned, “Blaine be good!”
Blaine shrunk once his brother closed the door behind him.
“So, little Mister Anderson,” Charlie drawled, “Your brother insisted that you needed to look better than he did.”
“It’s his movie,” Blaine mumbled, “He’s not even going with us, or sitting with us in the theatre.”
The stylist’s expression softened, “I know, this is a big night for him and you won’t get to see him much, but he wanted his family to look their best because he knows how much it means to you guys too.”
The two continued to chat happily about Blaine’s school and friends and how was he liking Los Angeles, all the while Charlie handed Blaine things to try on, pinning them, taking them off, adjusting them with the sewing machine in the corner, trying them on again.
The whole process left Blaine exhausted and spinning, and he wondered how he was going to make it through the night’s premiere.
The two finally agreed on a sharp, dark charcoal suit, white dress shirt, and a lightly patterned silver vest. Charlie hadn’t made Blaine wear anything he wasn’t comfortable in, and even agreed to let the ten-year-old wear a pair of light gray converse sneakers.
He knelt down that he was looking at Blaine straight on with the utmost seriousness, “This is the most important question I’m going to ask you today.”
Blaine balked, gulping softly.
“Conventional, or bow tie?”
The little boy broke out into a toothy smile, “Bow tie.”
“I thought so,” Charlie grinned sagely. He made quick work tying the silver silk around Blaine’s neck, adjusting it once so that it was perfect. He pushed Blaine in front of the mirror to admire his work, “And you… little Mister Anderson… are going to steal away all of your brother’s fangirls.”
Charlie brushed the lines of the boy’s shoulders again before nodding satisfactorily. Blaine blushed, although it wasn’t about the prospect of fangirls.
Ministry of Unwanted Ministries: Chapter 1
Author: The Playlist Is Magic
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don’t own Glee or anything, just playing in the sandbox
Warnings: None? Yet?
Genre: Fantasy AU
Summary: “We’re not the Ministry of Unnecessary Ministries,” Schuester said patiently. He laced his fingers together on his desk. “Well we are, but it’s more complicated than that. When people and things find themselves unnecessary or redundant or lost, they’re often unwanted by society. We collect these things and find them a home. Whether the people, things, and processes are ultimately re-purposed in society or stay here is an unfortunate unknown, but at least they have the chance for something better.”
A/N: Let me know what ya’ll think :D
Previous Chapters: (Prologue)
(Chapter 1)
Caput Mundi: A White Collar Drabble
Author: The Playlist Is Magic
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don’t own White Collar or anything, just playing in the sandbox
Warnings: None, maybe a history lesson or two.
Genre: White Collar - general drabble. Hurt/comfort, angst?
Summary: Neal Caffrey muses on Rome and New York.
A/N: Heavy handed love letter to Rome and to metaphor.
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