living in a teenage fantasy

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I currently have four stories up.

Measure Your Life In Love: “A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.” -Stewart Alsop. Every dream has come true for Kurt and Blaine. Love, success…but perfection can only last for so long.

Excerpt:

It’s May 22nd, 2019.

Their five year anniversary.

It’s been a month since Kurt was diagnosed.

He’s woken up by Blaine’s lips on his mouth. After a little while, Blaine lifts up off of Kurt. “Happy anniversary,” he breathes.

Kurt gives a broad smile. “Likewise. I love you,” he says, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s neck and pulling him back down for another kiss.

When the kiss begins to deepen, Blaine notices that something is wrong with Kurt. He just seems a little off. He breaks away from Kurt and sits up. Kurt’s breathing just…isn’t right, and Blaine knows it’s not from the kiss.

Kurt tries to smile. Blaine doesn’t buy it.

Suddenly, Kurt stiffens. A second later, the covers are being thrown off the bed and Kurt’s in the bathroom emptying his stomach.

“I’m sorry for being sick on our anniversary,” Kurt says after he takes his medication.

Blaine’s heart breaks a little. “Baby, don’t feel bad about this. Ever.”

Kurt gives a weak smile.

Losing My Grip: Kurt is, in every sense of the word, alone. He becomes self-destructive, but when a certain Warbler comes into his life, how does it change him? TRIGGER WARNING. Now a twoshot: Kurt struggles with relapsing and doesn’t know how to ask for help.

Excerpt:

“Thank you,” I whispered. “Thank you for saving my life.”

“Thank you for giving me a reason to live,” Blaine whispered back.

I pulled away and look into his hazel eyes, glistening with tears. “I’m your reason to live? What about your brother?”

“Taylor kept me safe and made me feel important. He set up a plan for us. I stayed alive to keep him happy. But you make me happy to be alive.”

I Feel A Weakness Coming On
(Sequel to Losing My Grip)

Excerpt:

I was supposed to keep the cuts on my legs. Supposed to keep them where no one would see.

But I’d hurt myself so much that there was no more room. It hurt too much when I walked.

So the cuts moved to my stomach, and from there, to my upper arms.

I went on a shopping spree to buy more loose pants and long sleeved shirts. I stopped by the drug store to get more gauze and alcohol wipes and bleach. I wished that someone would see and ask why I was buying these things so that I could fall into their arms and cry all my problems to them. I wished I would see someone else buying the same things as me.

Nothing.

I was alone.

I’ll Never Say Goodbye To You: All of Kurt Hummel’s plans for the future encompassed Blaine’s presence. But when tragedy strikes, Kurt must learn to remember while moving on. Fic version of dapperasfuck’s video “If Blaine Died.”

Excerpt:

“Kurt, you can’t bottle all of it up,” Dad said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Just leave me alone!” I shouted, ripping myself out of his grasp and turning so I could walk away.

“You don’t think I went through this same thing when Liz died?” He retorted loudly.

I stopped. It had been a silent agreement that we would never bring her up. Throwing the faded memories of Mom’s funeral into the mix just hurt me more.

When I realized how dull and bleary those memories were, I panicked. Would I, in time, forget Blaine? No, no, I couldn’t…I simply remembered little about Mom because I’d been so young then. It was an impossibility that I would ever forget the smell of Blaine’s hair, or the sound of his laugh, or the vibrant colors of his eyes.

But…

“Have you forgotten her?” I asked. “Do you remember the exact texture of her hair, or how it felt to hold her? Just like the pain, will the memories fade, too?”

Speak Now: A compilation of oneshots, each inspired by a different song from Taylor Swift’s album ‘Speak Now’. Kurt-centric, but Blaine will also be a major character.

I currently have one WIP.

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Excerpt:

“Hello, I’m Kurt Hummel and I’ll be singing ‘Some People’ from Gypsy.”

“Ah, great selection, Kurt. Hit it!”

“Beautiful,” I whispered.

“Did you say something, Blaine?”

“No, nothing, Will.”

Let’s rewind. How exactly did I get to this spot in my life? What did I do to be put through the torture of being in the presence of Kurt Hummel?