carin rachel wright.
20 going on extinct. poet, musican, hufflepuff, and a firm believer in the healing power of laughter and hot tea.
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Title: doves with a bent for spirals
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson (additional characters: Mercedes Jones, Santana Lopez, Burt Hummel, Rachel Berry, Finn Hudson)
Rating: overall R/NC-17
Word Count: 20,000+
Summary: Columbia College (Chicago, IL)/coffee shop AU. Burt Hummel has another heart attack at the end of Kurt's senior year. Kurt chooses to stay home while Burt recovers and start college a semester late, causing the spot reserved for him at NYADA to be given to somone else. Since Kurt can no longer follow Rachel to New York to live out their dreams, he settles for Columbia College in Chicago instead. While working at the campus coffee shop to help pay for his tuition, he meets Blaine Anderson: a lighthearted musican who is about to make him question everything he thought he knew about life, love and himself.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, but the plot is all mine.
Betas: judearaya. she is just downright amazing and I love her so much for all the ways she makes this fic the best it can be.
Author Notes: okay, y'all. this story is going to be a roller coaster ride for me. the last time I wrote a fic this long, it was for my old fandom and this story is not always going to be easy for me to write. this is a WIP, but I promise each and every one of you that even if it takes a month between updates, this thing will get finished. right now I have 15,000 words completed out of a probable 25,000 and I love how it's turning out so far.
Additional Media: I'm working on a two part soundtrack to accompany this fic. volume one can be found here.
Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four
Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson
R // 5,400 words
crush * v.
1. a: to suppress or overwhelm as if by pressure or weight.
b: to oppress or burden grievously.
AU. Blaine Anderson is 18 years old with two semesterss of college courses out of the way and a few thousand dollars saved up. He heads to the nearest station and takes the first train to New York with no intention of looking back. But then he meets the mysterious Kurt Hummel, a quiet boy who doesn't let anyone touch him
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Title: the light, the heat
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson (with some Sebastian, but not in a romantic sense)
Word Count: 2,000
Summary: GLEE AU: In which underage Blaine sneaks into a gay strip club and sees something he likes
Somehow, though, a quick trip to the Lima Bean had turned into Sebastian talking Blaine into going out to Scandals in West Lima, still in his Dalton blazer. Blaine walks into the club, fake ID resting like a smoking gun in his wallet, and can’t concentrate on how a normal Friday had managed to progress into something akin to an episode of Queer as Folk. All of his senses are being drowned in the flashing lights, the smell of booze and sweat and attraction that’s hanging thick in the air.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Author's Note: so I saw this photoset on Tumblr and wrote a short little fic about it!
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warning: the following post is under a cut for a reason. it contains descriptions of depression and suicidal thoughts. if you're reading this, I want to make it clear right now that I am not considering suicide, regardless of what the following post contains. writing has been like pulling teeth lately, and this post is also public because I want anyone to stops by my journal hoping for fic to know the kind of late-night thoughts that keep me from working on any.
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so, a Taylor Swift song made my cry a few days ago.
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just when I start to make some progress with doves and crush, my laptop decides to go all wonky on me. it'll stay on for five minutes or so at a time and then shut off for no reason (and no, it isn't over-heating either).
so. both fics are on slight hiatus; I'll write whenever I can.
I can’t sleep or smile or make a decision worth the effort,
and I want to falter with your shaking hands, pull them to my chest and let them flutter against my racing heart.
you are an ocean I cross, a forest I fight through, a mountain I climb;
an obstacle that I know is too much to handle and yet here I am,
soaked with water
and waiting to press my fingers against the warmth of your heart.
you push and pull and test my limits
but baby, I am drawn to you like the tides to the moon,
always pulled in by your second-hand light.
let me unfold under your strong hands, press into my hips
and show me how the waves break down glass into sand.
since Doves is taking its own sweet time to write, I'm opening this post so that you guys can prompt me!
hit me with your best shot, y'all.