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wigglingpandaboi · 2 years

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Music, softly and laughing :)

Dancing Queen

AN: My first dhmis drabble and it was very fun too do, please feel free to send me more >:)

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There was music playing downstairs.

Red’s eyes snapped open on instinct, sitting upright in his bed. The faint melody of a song playing downstairs made his heart thump in his chest and his fur fluff up on instinct.

Because music meant a lesson was happening, and lessons always meant something bad.

Cursing under his breath he was quick to scramble out of bed, he was stupid to think he could take a quick nap to rid himself of the seemingly constant pounding behind his eyes. He had left Crow and Manny alone, assured that they would be safe.

“It’ll be fine, Red,” Crow had said. “Go take a nap, I can watch the kid.”

And now Crow and Manny were alone with whatever sort of….thing that had crawled out of hell to teach them its twisted version of an educational lesson,

The closer he got to the stairs the clearer the music became, and when it did he stopped. Pausing, almost freezing, standing in the middle of the stairs when the words and proper melody of the song suddenly became clear to him.

“You are the Dancing Queen! Young and Sweet! Only seventeeeeeen!”

“What…..” He muttered to himself, fear replacing itself with confusion as the words of the song registered in his head.

He….knew this song. God knows he hadn't heard it in….how many months or years it's been since they got stuck in this nightmare. But he had no idea how or why it was playing here and now, it certainly didn't seem like the kind of song one of the teachers would use in their lessons.

“Dancing queen, Feel the beat from the tambouriiiiiine, oh yeah!”

Curiosity now more than piqued he allowed himself to continue back down the stairs, getting about another third of the way when he was suddenly stopped dead in his tracks again.

Laughter.

High pitched childish giggles accompanied by deeper chortles.

He knew that laughter, and it had been so long since he’s heard it so genuinely that hearing it again right then and there caught him off guard. Getting a hold of himself he quickly covered the last bit of the stairs before coming to stand at the bottom, looking upon the scene that greeted him.

“You can dance! You can jive! Having the time of your liiiiiife!”

Crow held Manny's smaller hands in his own feathered ones, the two of them spun around the room, swaying this way and that in some sort of uncoordinated dance, Crow belting out the lyrics to the song playing on some old forgotten radio nearby, horribly out of tune. Manny chimed in with his own singing whenever he wasn't overcome by his own laughter.

“Ooh, see that girl, Watch that scene, Digging the dancing queeeeeeen!”

Red stood at the bottom of the stairs, the puppet monster did not need to pull his fur apart to know that he was smiling wide beneath it. Watching the two of them dance around the room, laughing and smiling freely, looking actually happy in god knows how long, made his heart swell up to the point he feared it would burst.

His silent observation was quickly put to an end when Manny caught his eye, the boy's bright eyes, crinkled with mirth, lit up like stars.

“Red!” He called. “Come dance with us!”

Crow finally noticed the puppet monster as well, feathers fluffing up slightly in what Red recognized as embarrassment at being caught doing something so silly, but instead of pulling away like Red thought he would, he released one of Manny's little hands to reach out towards Red in offering.

The Monster held up his paws. “Ah…I don't…really dance..”

Manny’s expression dimmed slightly at his response and Red felt his heart ache in his chest, quietly cursing himself for being soft he sighed, reaching out with his paw to take Crow's offered hand.

“Alright…fine….”

Manny cheered and Crow smirked before tugging Red into the fray, together they swayed back and forth, spinning around and stepping on each other's toes.

“You are the dancing queeeeeen! Young and sweeeeet! Only seventeen!”

Laughter of his own bubbling out of his throat, Red joined in on loudly belting out the lyrics to the song.

“You can daaaaance! You can jiiiiive!”

Manny giggled and then squealed when Crow twirled him around, yelling out the lyrics to the song through his laughter.

“Having the time of your life!!”

Together the three of them joined in and practically screamed out the final lyrics to the song.

“Ooh, see that girl, Watch that scene! Digging the dancing queen! Digging the dancing queeeeeeen!”

As the song's final notes rang out Red scooped up both his friends into his arms, ignoring their startled shouts he began to spin them around. His own deep laughter mixing in with Mannys giggles and Crows snorts.

As the song came to an end all that spinning suddenly caught up to him, and Red found himself tripping over his own feet and crashing to the ground with a grunt, Manny and Crow landing on top of him.

The silence that followed after the song's completion was filled with the three puppets' laughter, laying together on the ground together in their shared mirth.

Red didn't know how long this laughter would last, how long until they were thrown back into the gloomy monotonous routine they had gotten so used to. But for now Red cherished in his and his friends' joy.

And for the moment he was reminded that maybe not everything had to be so bad.

#dhmis #dhmis drabble #my writing #drabble #thank u for the ask!!#idontknowwhatimdoing101 #please send more guys #this was so much fun #dhmis red guy #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis green guy #dhmis Manny #dont hug me im scared #dhmis fluffybird #if you squint lol #this is so soft #and i love it #beloved puppet family

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baileyboo2016 · 11 months

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YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN

YOUNG AND SWEET, ONLY 17

DANCING QUEEN

FEEL THE BEAT FROM THE TAMBOURINE,

OH YEEEEAH

OH YOU CAN DANCE

YOU CAN JIVE

HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE

OOOOOOH, SEE THAT GIRL

WATCH THAT SCENE

DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEEEEEEN

#daily bailey #song lyrics

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the-replacemints · 1 year

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26 and 41!

(26)

(yes its Red Kross' cover of dancing queen, no i cant listen to the original anymore cuz its not as good as this)

YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEEEEEEN YOUNG AND SWEEEEEEET ONLY SEVENTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN DANCING QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN FEEL THE BEAT FROM THE TAMBOURIIIIIIIINE OH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

(41)

pound the prairie pavement, losing proposition quitting school and going to work and never going fishing water all around, never learn how to swim nowwwWWWWW IF BEING WRONGS A CRIME IM SERVING FOREVERRRRRR IF BEING STRONGS YOUR KIND THEN I NEED HELP HERE WITH THIS FEATHER

#kelly-jeanne

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annapianna · 4 years

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Mamma Mia is just an ABBA fan service, change my mind

#mamma mia #mamma mia here we go again #abba #you are the dancing queeeeeeen #fan service #change my damn mind

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leelysian · 3 years

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it's almost midnight, I haven't studied shit all day but I'm jamming to ABBA songs

#YOU ARE A DANCING QUEEEEEEEN #YOUNG AND SWEET #ONLY SEVENTEEEEEEEEN

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mushtoons · 2 years

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🎶ooh, you can dance🎶 *shadow chaos snaps himself around, consistently attacking the training robots* 🎶you can jive! having the time of your life🎶 *shadow now attacking all weak spots, some exploding, some not. the point counter goes up* 🎶ooh see that girl🎶 *shadow starts running around the biggest one, beginning a tornado* 🎶watch that scene🎶 *shadow tornadoes the whole bunch of attackers, suddenly stopping and making them all crash and burn* 🎶digging the dANCING QUEEEEEEEN🎶

DHDJDJDJD IF THIS EXACT SCENE ISNT IN THE NEXT MOVIE I SEAR TO GOD I WILL GO FERAL

#DHDJDJD I LOVE THIS #JUST DDJDDDJ 💖💖💖💖#I CAN SEE THIS SO CLEARLY HAPPENING #AND LIKE I SAID IF IT DOESN'T IM SENDING HATE MAIL/j #sonic movie 2 spoilers #???#wood wide web

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evildisneydorks · 2 years

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I was watching a Mickey Mouse short when I saw Ursula in disco and thought you might like it see it to

SEE THAT GIRL, WATCH THAT SCENE

DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEEEEEEN

#i have seen this short before but this still cracks me up iyhfhevew #ursula #fck it imma draw this #asks

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miss-nishinoya · 3 years

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Headcanon where reader is drunk. SHOTO. BAKUGO. JIROU.

AHAGSHSHAAH i see you ma'am

Jiro:

"JIROOO" you enter the dorms looking for her, after a real long night out with denki and shinso

"Kyoka where are you...?" She is already flustered on the other side of the door of her room.

"What do you want?" She blurts, taking you inside.

"What do i want...?" You forgot. As you have forgotten everything else. "What do i want- hah. I think... i think..."

"Are you ok? You don't look well..."

Her cheeks get red when you approach and throw yourself into her lap.

"I'm amazingly... fine! I wanted to see you!!! I looooove you, muahhh" Jiro stay silent, staring at you.

"Answer me, queeeeeeen."

"You are drunk and saying stupid things. What do you expect me to do?"

"I'm not stupid. Can... can stupids do this?" You grab her chin, and kiss her. "Haaa who is the stupid now?"

"Still you." She laughs at you, to cover how ashamed she is.

"You're so mean..." Kyoka seem to get worried. "Not that i'm complaining, i like-like"

"Enough. Come here, i'll take care of you. But BE QUIET dumbass." She showers and feeds you, taking you to her bed.

Kyoka lets you sleep there, and naps by your side on the floor, not wanting to make everything weirder.

When the morning arrives, she goes for you with meds and black coffee in hand. "Hey, dumbass. Wake up, hurry." Jiro hands you your food and sits by the tip of the bed.

"Where you serious... last night..." Her voice getting quieter and quieter.

"Sorry, i don't remember..." You take a sip of your coffee under the medicine you just took. "But, i hope it was nothing bad."

"No, it's-"

"Cause i adore you, Kyoka. You're so talented, powerful, an amazing human being that owns my mind. I like you so much. Don't mind anything i've said drunk, please."

Speechless.

That's how you let her. "Stop... i-i.... like you too." She rushs on the last part.

You two stay in a comfortable silence till you finish eating.

Bakugo:

You were with the bakusquad, drinking and having some fun at a party (sush without covid)

Mina grabs your arm and take you to the center of the dancing floor, and starts freestyling skillfully, still with her drink in hand.

You take another shot for confidence and start moving your hips slowly but well. Mina hypes you up, and suddenly there's a crowd around you two

Taking another sip you are not reasonating well anymore. The circle is getting smaller and smaller around you, and you don't seem to care.

So many guys looking at you.

Bakugo was aside, trying really hard not to look possesive over you, but this is just too much.

He walks to the middle and grabs your hips in an agressive way, but you coudn't sense the jealousy in his eyes. You coudn't sense anything.

Before taking you away on his lap, he kisses you wildly, not missing the look on all the other dudes face.

He then takes you to a more private place, still appearing upset. "Oi-"

"Kacchannn, what- i want to go baaaack" You whine, clinging on him. "Take me back there...."

"Listen-"

"Boring hehe, boring, boring, boooring heh-" He doesn't let go of you, instead presses your waist in a painfull way.

"Shut up and hear me, fucking idiot." The stern tone makes you get quiet, hugging him again.

"Now you're behaving, huh? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" He was whispering in your ear, and suddenly scream.

"Do i have to remind you..." He pushs you away from his chest. "DO I HAVE TO REMIND THAT YOU'RE MINE?"

"Yours? I'm not-"

"Yes, you are. All FUCKING mine. If you want to get back, you better behave." After his little freak out, he embraces you like a baby.

"Mine." He murmur, patting your head. "i love you even like this, bitch."

Shoto:

"Don't drink too much, please." Todoroki says, right after you guys stepped into the club.

"Sure, baby." It's a lie. After less than a hour you are a mess, even your outfit it's chaotic.

You shameless twirk to him, and he doesn't show any emotion towards it, letting you do it till you get tired.

"Darling..." He starts, soflty making you sit next to him.

"yes, DARLING?"

"Oh my god..." He curses. "Drink water, here. You are getting out of control." He gently places it in your hands.

"Am i embarassing you..?" You ask.

"No, love. I'm proud actually to be with the most beautiful person at this party." Shoto winks and grabs your hand, reassuring.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss." You are still drunk after all, and your lack of control is pushing you to him.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss you might recieve." Your boyfriend kisses your forehead instead of your lips, and squeeze you.

"Kiss me right, idiot!"

With the complain, he grabs your neck and presses your lips togheter.

Eventually, Shoto let you go dance again, following you to the dance floor and making sure no one is going to embarass you for only enjoying yourself.

His eyes tell that he loves seeing you have fun, loves you no matter what. You two stay like this till the sunrises.

thank you @denkisgurl for helping me out with this one, ily <3

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hazelandglasz · 3 years

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Tin-Tanium, A Klaine Advent Calendar

Hi! Yeah, I decided to write all of the Klaine Advent prompts in one story going back the steps of a ten-year anniversary.

Merry Christmas, happy holidays everybody, and I hope you’ll enjoy this compilation!!

Abashed

Over ten years, there are many opportunities for a couple to embarrass themselves.

Kurt has plenty of memories that fit in that category, Blaine too.

Blaine and Kurt together, too.

Whether it’s from their early days (Kurt still can’t believe he used an entire notebook sketching their hyphenated names around hearts) or from the most recent years (Blaine prefers to hide his face in his hands rather than face the recollection of “Glitter Vampire”, no matter how many times Eliott tells him that it’s still a fan favorite), they have managed to feel abashed more often than not.

It’s not like they mind, though.

Being abashed only lasts a moment--the memory, the joy of it, that lasts forever.

Brake

Slow and steady wins the race, doesn’t it.

So, sometimes, even though neither of them wants to slow down, one of them has to pull the brakes.

Oh, it’s not always when they are tearing each other’s clothes apart, get your mind out of the gutter.

(... they do have to slow down their loving romps sometimes, but it’s rarely because they want to and more because of coitus interruptus.)

They learned how to brake to keep their paths aligned; slowing down in their own rush to get all they want out of life in order to get there together.

And winning the race of life together is the only win Kurt and Blaine are interested in.

Careless

Kurt listened attentively, when his father told him to always be careful about his husband’s needs.

Blaine listened too, when Burt told him that though Kurt doesn’t always say it aloud, he has a way of communicating his emotions that Blaine has to “listen” for.

They do care for each other, throughout the years.

But.

But as careful as they are, or try to be, they can also behave in a careless way.

Though they always try their best, neither Kurt nor Blaine can avoid letting their worst lashing out.

Eventually, though, they learn the real lesson behind Burt’s words:

It’s not about never hurting each other--it’s about being able to heal from that hurt together, to talk about it and grow from it, together.

Dispensable

Every Spring, Blaine has the same problem.

Well it’s a problem for Kurt, anyway.

The moment the weather turns for the slightly better, Blaine turns himself into a white tornado, cleaning the apartment from floor to ceiling.

And, without fail, he always tries to hunt for the Dispensables.

“Why, pray tell, is this pile entirely composed of things from *my* side of the closet?”

“Because *you* have almost everything in duplicates.”

“They are collectors! If I ever use them or damage them, I will have a replacement.”

“They are taking too much room!”

“Not as much as your collection of cameras!”

“How dare you.”

Blaine pauses, holding a scarf in one hand and an empty cardbox in the other, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Maybe I overdid my impression of Marie Kondo.”

“And maybe I do have a hoarding problem.”

“Maybe we could do that sorting together.”

“Maybe we could find something else to do with all that free time.”

Blaine drops the box on the floor and carefully folds the scarf on the back of the couch.

“I like the way you think.”

“You even put a ring on it.”

Event

One lesson the Hummel-Anderson household always applies: make an event out of every possible situation.

During the first years, it does make sense. They celebrate their successes, their achievements, as one does.

Then, it grows into something almost like a private joke between them: every little source of happiness becomes the reason for a party, a true event, even if it’s just opening a bottle of champagne while they sit on the floor, munching on a bag of chips, just because there is a Golden Girls marathon.

Because when you find things to celebrate with the person you love most, the sad things are just a little bit less sad.

Farm

Blaine wakes up in a jolt, something pulling at his unconscious mind to pull him from his dream.

Maybe it’s the cold spot in the bed next to him, or maybe it’s the grumbling sound coming from the living room.

“Kurt?”

“...”

“Kurt what are you doing?”

“Nothing?”

Blaine comes closer, and Kurt is sitting on the couch with his laptop on his bare knees.

“Are you watching porn? ‘Cause you know you wouldn’t have to hide it from me.”

“Not porn.”

“Okay?”

Kurt closes his eyes before looking away, turning the laptop’s screen toward Blaine. “Don’t laugh.”

“Why would I--oh.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t expect that.”

“I know.”

“Farming Simulator 2010, that’s …”

“I know.

“... vintage, is what I was going to say. Any particular reason you needed to play that game at 2.14 AM?”

Kurt sighs, leaning his head into Blaine’s torso, now that Blaine stands closer. “It relaxes me.”

“Okay.”

“And I have been very tense.”

“Don’t need to tell me.”

“I know; so I wanted to unwind on my own to be a better husband.”

Blaine bends over to press a kiss to the top of Kurt’s head. “Farm away, darling.”

Grey

TW: anxiety

Most of the time, with the help of his therapist and different techniques he has developed over the years, Blaine can keep his anxiety at bay.

But some mornings, it’s not as easy.

Some mornings, the anxious little voice telling him he’s not worth the space he occupies is the loudest in his mind the moment he wakes up.

Some mornings, the sighting of grey skies without even a spot of blue can send him into a downward spiral he can’t seem to shake out of.

But with each passing year, Kurt becomes more attuned to the little physical signs Blaine’s anxiety lets out.

The tension in his shoulders, even as he wakes up, to which Kurt responds by closing his arms around Blaine’s upper body, forcing him to breathe with him until the tension melts away.

The way Blaine doesn’t say a word and doesn’t look directly at Kurt, to which Kurt responds by putting a cup of coffee in front of him and by kissing his temple.

Yes, Blaine’s anxiety is always around.

But with Kurt’s help, Blaine can keep it at bay.

History

Though they share a love for musicals, Kurt and Blaine don’t always have their obsessions in sync.

Unfortunately, it sometimes clashes.

Fortunately, the married couple has found a solution to keep from fighting over songs.

Medleys meet the Exquisite Corpse.

“I don't wanna talk

About things we've gone through

Though it's hurting me

Now it's history”, Blaine sings.

“History has its eyes on youuuu,” Kurt responds.

“You can dance

You can jive

Having the time of your life

See that girl

Watch that scene

Dig in the dancing queeeeeeen.”

“Hey not fair, there is no queen in Hamilton!”

“Hey, you’re the one who keeps insisting that Eliza is Queen!”

“True.”

Inconclusive

Around the seventh year mark, they wonder if they should … well, expand their couple’s horizon.

It’s a secret to none of their friends that the Anderson-Hummel have insane chemistry with one Starchild.

One evening, using the pretext of celebrating the comeback of the cronut on the foodie scene with one too many bottle of champagne, the three of them end up in bed together.

Some lubricant, condoms, giggles and panted names later, Kurt looks over the stunned figure of their friend to brush his fingers through Blaine’s sweaty curls.

“So?”

“Inconclusive.” Blaine sighs. “Yet.”

Eliot snorts between them. “Round number …?”

“Who’s counting?”

Join

A good way to keep the spark in its first meet glow is also to surprise each other.

One evening, Blaine comes home to Christmas lights suspended in the whole apartment.

“What the …”

“Welcome, sir,” Kurt says, wearing the Ringmaster’s outfit from his run as Barnum in Broadway’s Greatest Showman. “Would you join me for a very special evening?”

“I would,” Blaine says, smiling as he puts his hand in Kurt’s, and feeling his cheeks burning when Kurt brushes his lips against Blaine’s knuckles.

The evening is very special, Blaine tied to the armchair while Kurt takes off his whole outfit and feeds him bits of cheese and fruits and toasted bread.

Knit

“I’m bored.”

“I know. Why don’t you learn a craft?”

“Remember the last time I tried to learn a craft, like you put it?”

They both turn to the potter’s wheel they recycled into a coffee table. “Right. Maybe something less …”

“Space consuming?”

“Complicated.”

“What about knitting?”

“There’s an idea.”

Two days later

“Wha--”

“What?”

“Mon chéri, when we said knitting, I thought it would involve a couple of yarn balls and some needles.”

“This is yarn.”

“No, it’s not.”

Yes it is.

Learn

In a couple, some things come naturally, as easy as breathing.

Loving each other, for example.

For Kurt and Blaine, it’s knowing that whatever the storm, the tide will always bring them back together.

And some things are learned, through time and Life lessons.

What to cook as comfort food, for example.

For Kurt and Blaine, it’s finding out that they needed to be apart to be better for each other.

Some lessons are hard-learned, but eventually, they feel like they have always been known.

Meet

Dan is ready to slip under the table to take his ritual Christmas nap when Cecilia asks the question.

“How did you two meet?”

Now, all Dan can do is groan. “Nooo,” he moans, “why did you ask that?”

“Excuse you,” Kurt says, ruffling his son’s hair. “Don’t you like the way we met?”

“I heard that story at least 221 times,” he says, dropping his head to the table. “Besides, it’s just weird, when you think about it.”

Cecilia cocks one eyebrow at him. “Now you have to tell me.”

“Let me--”

Dan holds up his hand to stop his father in his tracks. “Nah, nah, nah, let me, because they will tell you that it’s so romantic, but in reality, Dad went to spy on Papa and Papa lied to Dad about a shortcut …”

Nip

“What is that thing sitting in that... thing?”

“That is a cat and she is sitting in a basket I knitted, thank you very much.”

“Since when do we have a cat?”

“Since Mrs Gimm’s had a litter and this one picked me.”

“Ah.”

“She went for me like she always knew me.”

“Aww.”

“And then she nipped my fingers.”

“That explains the band-aids.”

“Maybe.”

“So you decided to bring a feral cat into our house with a newborn because the only thing you knitted is that basket?”

“Feral, come on, maybe that’s an overkill, look how sweet she--Ouch!”

“Here, another kitten band-aid. Let me try.”

“Oh right, you’re a big beast tamer, right?”

“...”

“Is that her purring?”

“Either she’s purring or the neighbor just started a plane engine.”

“Oh yes, you’re purring, you little princess you …”

“Ahem.”

Opinion

Any couple counsellor will tell you this:

If you want a relationship to last, the most important thing to do is compromise, to make sure that both parties are happy.

Any couple will tell you this:

Some opinions are better than others. The only thing you can do, before choosing a hill to die on, is take a step back, breathe in and out a couple of times and--

“That’s so stupid it’s a wonder you can still breathe and talk at the same time!”

“I can’t believe you actually think that! What’s between your ears, lukewarm water?”

--start World War Three over the importance of the Beatles versus the Rolling Stones, I guess.

Possible

More seriously though, finding a middle ground is important, in any relationship. And the way to that middle ground can sometimes be summarized in one word.

“Possibility.”

Do you think you could agree to let me cook tonight, even though you say I burn everything?

Maybe.

May I buy regular milk instead of almond, because it gives me stomach aches?

You may.

Isn’t it your turn to change Kitty’s litter?

...Possible.

In just a few words, you can save your relationship from self-destructing, isn’t that something?

Remarkable

Over the years, through thick and thin, through storms and easy flows, the relationship formed by Kurt and Blaine only strengthens.

A fact that seems remarkable for a lot of their friends.

Their New York friends, I should say, since their Ohioan friends are not surprised to see them growing only stronger and more in love as time passes by, leaving them more united than they ever were when they were younger.

Is their relationship remarkable? Of course.

But not because they still look at each other with sparkles in their eyes, especially when they think nobody is watching.

No, it’s spectacular because it reminds everyone lucky enough to be with them that Love does exist.

Sisters

Over the years, Kurt and Blaine consider that they are the ones lucky enough to have been graced by the many women who entered their lives and remained there as chosen sisters.

Mercedes, Tina, Santana, even Rachel, of course, soul sisters who were meant to support them and challenge them to become better men.

Marley, Unique, Kitty, Jane--younger sisters who help both men to grow into mentors and future parents for Cecilia.

Lissa, Annie, Agnes--sisters of all ages who learn from them and teach them in return what they learned during their own lives until they met the couple.

Glee Club had taught them that family didn’t have to be born from blood, but life brought them a constellation of sisterhood that surrounds them and protects them, in a way, from themselves, from ever thinking they cannot get better.

Tub

“Blaine, I know that you’re really going Method for that role, but could you stop with the 1980, 1990 lingo?”

“As if!”

Kurt sighs before deciding to move on. “Do you like that ice cream? It’s from the new shop down the block.”

“It’s da bomb, hubby.”

“‘Da bomb’, really?”

Blaine has the decency to look slightly bashful. “Overdoing it?”

“Just a tad.”

“I’ll keep it to the theater, then.”

“Tubular.”

Ugly

When one uses his body as its professional tool, one is very peculiar about the way they see themselves.

And sometimes, as strong-minded the individual may be, societal expectations can become too heavy.

“Now I get it. I don’t get parts because I’m ugly.”

“Who said that?”

Kurt slams the bathroom cupboard closed, shaking his head at his own reflection. “I don’t need anyone to say it,” he seethes, “it’s obviously why none of the directors I auditioned for ever called back!”

Blaine comes to lean against the bathroom’s door frame. “Kurt …”

Kurt bends his head. “Blaine, don’t start. I know, deep down, that it’s not the reason, and that I’m not ugly. But right now,” he adds, turning his head toward Blaine without meeting his gaze, “that knowledge is buried deep, deep down.”

“Okay.” Blaine stretches close to Kurt, pecking his cheek. “Take all the time you want. But if you need my help digging for proof that you are quite the opposite of ugly, I’m right here. If you want to mull over it in silence, I can let you do it, and just stay here by your side, or walk around the block.”

“No. Stay.” Kurt finally looks up, leaning his forehead against Blaine’s. “I don’t feel so bad when you’re around.”

Vanish

Sometimes, when you are a couple of married actors, you have to accept that your husband is going to get a job when you don’t.

“I got the job!”

“See, I knew you were going to get a break! Which job?”

“The ad one!”

Blaine cocks his head to the side. “Which one? The one for the hotels?”

“No, the one for the detergent. You know, the pink one?”

“Vanish?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” Kurt chuckles. “I should try and remember it before the shoot!”

“I’m very proud of you,” Blaine says, pulling Kurt against him for a kiss. “Want to rehearse your text?”

“I would, if you weren’t unbuckling my be-hey!”

“Look, I can make your pants just … vanish.”

“You’re terrib--oh, wow.”

Worthless

Along the years, along the moves, along the different steps in Life, people gather things.

Not necessarily the most expensive things in the world, just mementos.

Little things, really, that most people would discard as just worthless junk.

But for Blaine, for Kurt, those little things are more precious than any of the things they bought once they started to get financially comfortable.

Like ticket stubs and Playbills from the shows they saw together.

Or like a ring made out of gum wrappers.

Yard

Speaking of financial comfort.

Once they became a household name, and once their student loans were reimbursed, both Blaine and Kurt agree.

If they are to be a family, if they are to raise a kid (or many), they need to buy a house.

It takes them a while, but they manage to save enough money to put the down payment on a cute little house in Jericho, a house with a luxurious yard where Kitty Cat can pretend to be the tiger she once was, and where their babies will be free to climb the trees and run around and drive their little bicycles or whatever.

“Quite the white picket fence, Hummel.”

“Anderson Hummel, and yes, so what.”

Santana rubs her very round belly. “Not complaining, nor criticizing. Just observing. I didn’t picture you as Wisteria Lane-adjacent.”

Kurt shrugs. “Nothing Desperate about wanting a good environment to raise a family.”

Zealous

As they reach their tenth year anniversary, Kurt and Blaine feel like they have reached a point in their relationship where their ship is sailing on its own, so to speak.

They have found their groove, they can still surprise each other while knowing each other’s habits and needs, and they have their baby.

Who cries every night.

Blaine is at his wits end looking for a solution to soothe his son’s teething pain, but nothing works.

Or so it seems.

“This here's a tale for all the fellas

Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us

Get shot down 'cause you're over zealous

Play hard to get, females get jealous …”

The sound of the song is the only sound around the house.

No cries, no whimpers.

Just Kurt, apparently “bursting a move��.

“Kurt?”

The song stops, along with one of Dan’s hiccups that announce a storm.

“Keep going, keep going!”

Kurt hesitantly returns to the song, coming into view as he bounces Dan in his arms.

“Young MC, really?”

In the same melody, Kurt replies between his teeth. “I don’t know what came over me, but I just started singing while he was crying and he sto-opped.”

“Magic.”

“Quite.”

“We need to give our thanks to Shuester, uh?”

“Over my dead body.”

#sometimes i write #klaine advent #todaydreambelievers #klaine

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