Hi, I'm Becca. I'm twenty, native of Brooklyn, New York. Perfect balance of city and community!
The title of my blog has hit the epitome of its truth here on Tumblr, for better or for worse.
I blog mainly about Chris Colfer, Kurt Hummel, and Klaine. Also Darren Criss, but not as much. Add a sprinkle of the other glee kids, Taylor Swift, Pentatonix, Harry Potter, some Youtubers, Disney... I think that's everything.
I do reblog Chrisneyland, and a lot of fic. Mostly Klaine fic but as of lately also Kurtbastian, a little Crisscolfer and maybe others. They're always tagged with the couple name.
I usually tag spoilers, but not always. Let me know if you want me to make more of an effort!
This is a positivity only blog!
Anonymous prompted: klaine trying to join sam’s celibacy club (and lasting like, two days)
"So you’re saying that in order to support the person who always ends up sex-blocking us anyway—"
"It’s called cockblocking, but continue," Blaine says quickly, letting out a surprised huff of breath when Kurt squeezes his ass for interrupting.
"—we should join his little abstinence club and give up sex altogether," Kurt finishes, deadpan.
"It’s only temporary, and I think it could really help with our- our self-control and, oh, Kurt, what are you—”
Kurt pulls back from pressing quick kisses over Blaine’s throat to say, “If we’re really doing this, then this is our last night of intimacy for a while, isn’t it?”
Blaine swallows, nodding. He expected more protesting, but then again, he’s not about to complain.
"Then you better rock my world, buddy,” Kurt growls, and Blaine just beams, letting Kurt roll them over so he can do just that.
Klaine; just after 5x20; 1260 words; A03.
Tw: anxiety, OCD, hurt/comfort.
The first time it happened Blaine didn’t think anything of it. The loft had such an odd feel to it after everyone left – first Mercedes, then Sam, then Rachel. Artie was in L.A. doing a summer internship, and Elliott was teaching music at a swanky camp in upstate New York. It was just strange, being in the city by themselves, no one to invite over for dinner, or meet up with for coffee. Blaine thought he and Kurt were both feeling a little off balance. So when Blaine woke up one night to find Kurt sliding back into bed, just a few minutes after he thought they had both fallen asleep, it didn’t make much of an impression on him. As long as Kurt let him curl back up on his chest, and wound his fingers into his curls, all was well.
After it happened a few more time, though, Blaine got curious. When Kurt slipped out of bed a few nights later, thinking Blaine was already asleep, he listened as hard as he could to try to figure out what Kurt was doing. It didn’t sound like he was making warm milk, or sleep shopping on his laptop. Instead, Blaine heard a series of clicks and squeaks. Kurt was only gone for a few minutes, and then was back in bed, seemingly unaffected, snuggling right up behind Blaine.
Blaine didn’t feel right pretending, so the next night he just concentrated on not falling asleep first, despite it being their normal pattern. When he didn’t drop right off, Kurt gave him a quick kiss and a squeeze to the shoulder before sliding out of bed. Blaine heard the clicks and squeaks again, and then Kurt returned, slipping his arm around Blaine’s waist and pulling him tight against his chest. “What were you doing?” Blaine asked softly.
I finally saw Chris’s episode of Watch What Happens Live - if you didn’t get to see it you didn’t miss out. He barely had a second to talk. The clips that are already online have pretty much all of it.