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"Desperate times," Connor announces to his wide-eyed infant daughter, "call for desperate measures. Right, Dimples?"
Kira’s only reply is a shrill peal of giggles when he tickles her feet, but Connor is willing to take it as agreement as he eyeballs the building before him and considers his best course of action for getting through Sebastian’s apartment door. “You don’t know this yet, but your Uncle Sebastian can be a real pain in the aaaaa….bacus.”
One day he will get a better handle on his language in front of his daughter. He will. He’s improving all the time. Really. That was the first time he’s managed to actually find a substitute for the word he was about to utter.
Never mind that it made no sense.
In the morning when Adam wakes up, he’s alone in Kurt and Blaine’s bed.
He shoves himself up to sitting and takes stock. He feels slightly hungover. The apartment is filled with the smell of French toast and cooking ham. Blaine is at the kitchen table, sipping at a cup of coffee as he concentrates on some sort of paperwork. Kurt, at the stove, flips something in a skillet. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he sings out when he catches sight of Adam sitting up. “Monte Cristos for breakfast sound good?”
“They sound incredible,” Adam replies with gratitude, crawling out from under the sheets to sit on the side of the bed and yawn. Really, he’d like to stay right where he is until he feels completely better and all human once again, but Kurt’s Monte Cristos have too powerful an allure to deny. “And the coffee smells fantastic.”
“Fresh ground French Vanilla medium roast.” Blaine lifts the coffee pot from the table warmer and shakes it, just a little. “Come and get it.”
Adam yawns again, runs his hands through his hair and ruffles it up a little, wonders at how long actually waking up is taking. He can usually bounce right out of bed; he must have slept quite soundly last night in the wake of his catharsis. “I will in a moment. I seem to be having a little trouble waking u…” Yet another yawn interrupts him, and he’s tempted by the silky high thread count sheets and plush pillows to just go back to sleep.
“Um…yes.” When Adam blinks his eyes back open after the yawn, it’s to see Kurt looking slightly guilty and Blaine glaring at his fiancé in a way that promises a fairly epic argument once Adam is out of the picture. Ignoring the glare, Kurt plasters on a winning smile and continues. “So it may have been a mistake to put liquid melatonin in your chamomile tea after you drank an entire bottle of Chardonnay?”
Title: Watch Me Fall
Word Count: 3000+
Summary: GoT AU. Kurt’s starting to regret his decision to capture the famed only son of house Smythe.
A/N: The result of too many Brienne and Jaime Lannister feelings. Mild knife play and sex with one of them tied up.
Long distance relationships are hard and Kurt & Sebastian haven’t quite got theirs all figured out yet.
because this thing has been living inside my head for far too long and it felt like it was time to finally let them fight it out
(5600 words and NC-17)
Kurt is in town for thirty-six hours. That’s less than two days. Just one night. And so far, his presence has barely even been noticeable.
In fact, Sebastian is almost convinced Kurt spends approximately 80% of his waking time with the phone attached to his ear. It’s assistants, designers, fabric emergencies, model emergencies, marketing questions, logistics issues… There’s always somebody calling. And it’s always important.
Favorite Glee Character Meme ≈ [1/5] Quotes
Kurt + black and white