12 12 / 2013
Being sick sucks, especially for an extended period of time, and even more when it’s the week of Thanksgiving, which I host. Writing has not been a smooth process this week for me to say the least. (And I’m very behind in replying to comments, sorry!) But here’s a fic, finally. I had a ton to say this week but tried not to do it all in one story.
Title: “The Sounds of Home”
Author: flaming muse
Word count: 3900
Summary: Blaine’s proud that he’s slowly getting used to the weird sounds of the city around them by his third night here.
Spo!lers: set near the end of 5x06 (“Movin’ Out”), with no spo!lers beyond
Disclaimers: The characters belong to various corporate Powers That Be. I make absolutely no profit from playing with them.
Distribution: Please ask.
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Reminder: I am spo!ler-free!
11 12 / 2013
Rachel is making adoring noises and Santana is looking at him but none of that matters because Blaine is looking down at the small box in his hands and then back up at Kurt with an expression that may not be entirely possible for a drone.
"You got me a present," Blaine says quietly.
"Well it is Christmas," Kurt says, inching closer as Santana suddenly drags Rachel away with a promise to make breakfast. "And…I wanted to thank you for helping me with my exam."
"You don’t have to thank me, it is my directive to-"
"Help everyone in the loft, I know," Kurt interrupts with a smile. "And this is also…me apologizing for how I’ve treated you."
Blaine glances back down at the box. “Do I open it now?”
"Yes, now," Kurt says, laughing slightly.
Blaine’s quick hands do away with the wrapping paper and then he’s opening the box and smiling.
"You got me a bow tie," he says. "I was under the assumption you did not care for bow ties."
"I didn’t," Kurt says because that’s easier than explaining everything, "But I’m coming around to it."
"Is that a metaphor?" Blaine asks, teasingly for a drone.
"Shut up and put it on."
11 12 / 2013
Slightly inspired by this
Of all the things Rachel has brought into the apartment, the thing Kurt hates the most is that stupid drone.
Of course, that’s not really fair. Kurt just hates drones in general. Ever since he was eight and his mom died and the next day, his dad is coming home with a drone and telling him she’s going to be helping him out around the house. It had tried to act like a mother to him, as it was programmed but Kurt hadn’t wanted a mother, he wanted his mother and no stupid robot would try to replace that.
Drones are unnecessary, unhelpful things that try to get him to talk about things that he’d rather soon forget like how he feels that his mom is gone and never coming back. It hadn’t lasted long; Kurt threw enough fits to get his dad to take it back and from then on, it was just the two of them.
Rachel’s drone is almost unbearable. It’s name is Blaine (it actually has a name) and she dresses it in cardigans and bowties and it’s so sweet all the time. It runs lines with Rachel and helps Santana perfect her dance poses and both of his roommates adore it.
Currently, both of his roommates are not in the loft (Rachel is at rehearsal and Santana is out with her new girlfriend) so Kurt is stuck at home with it, trying to study for his finals and watching it out of the corner of his eye as it hangs in the periphery waiting for him to need something.
"Kurt, are you hungry? You need nourishment. You haven’t eaten in 2.5 hours."
"Kurt, would you like some proper lightning? I don’t believe the kitchen qualifies, shall I get the lamp from Rachel’s room?"
"Kurt, it’s nearing midnight, you need a proper eight hours of recharging to run at optimum speed."
"Blaine!" Kurt finally snaps, "I have a very important exam and I would really appreciate if you left me alone.”
When he looks at Blaine, he swears it looks hurt. His eyes are smaller than usual and he suddenly goes silent and still. Kurt refuses to admit he feels guilty but he finally sighs.
"I’m sorry," he says.
Immediately, Blaine comes back to life, bright wide smile on his face. “It is understandable; you haven’t eaten in 4.5 hours and your crankiness is merely a side effect,” he hesitates, “I could get you nourishment, if you would like.”
"Sure," Kurt says quietly and Blaine nearly flies out of the loft.
He returns with a bag from the 24 hour bistro down the street and a cup of coffee from Kurt’s favorite spot around the block.
"You know my coffee order?" Kurt asks as Blaine hands it over.
He knows it isn’t physically possible but in that moment, Kurt swears Blaine is blushing. “Of course I do.”
"Oh. Right. Robot."
Blaine winces and drops the bag onto the table. Kurt tilts his head to the side. “Was that…do you not like that term?”
"I don’t feel like a robot," Blaine says slowly. "And Rachel and Santana never treat me like one."
This time, it’s Kurt who flushes, chastised even if that was not Blaine’s intention. “Thank you for the food.”
Blaine smiles. “You’re welcome. It’s my derivative to take care of everyone in the loft. Would you like help studying for your exam?”
"If you don’t mind," Kurt says.
"I would really like to help you," Blaine says quietly. "If only to make sure your grades are up to standard and that you can get your required rest. I am concerned for you."
It’s honestly everything that annoyed Kurt about the drone his father got but staring up at Blaine who is looking so hopeful that Kurt’s even acknowledging him at this point, Kurt can feel his resistance start to crumble.
"Thank you, Blaine. I would love your help."
11 12 / 2013
According to sources, the actor-singer — who’s currently starring in TBS’ rookie sitcom Ground Floor — will play Jean-Baptiste, the lead singer of Throat Explosion (aka New Directions’ competition at Nationals).
As confirmed by Darren Criss’ Instagram account (see photo, above), Astin’s episode is currently in production and is slated to air in March.