Hey, my name is Indrė.
You love Kaine? Then you in the right place.
Hi i’ve never done this before here goes nothing! (I should be doing algebra so pardon any errors)
Kurt sighed , resting his chin on his hand. He was very nearly bored to death sitting in this classroom. He wished that McKinley offered something higher than level 3 French, because if they did, then there’s a good chance he wouldn’t be sitting here listening to Mr. Shuester explain reflexive verbs for what had to be the tenth time that hour. He began to stare blankly up at the clock, watching as each second seemed to tick by slower than the last.
He was pulled from his trance when a small piece of paper landed on his desk. He frowned, looking up to see that Mr. Shuester was still teaching, and picked up the paper to get a better look at it.
His eyes widened comically as he read the heading. Sex Quiz. Looking around self-consciously, as though this was the dirtiest possible thing he could have, he set it back on the desk and looked pointedly back up at Mr. Shuester and ignoring the stupid quiz.
… Alas, this didn’t work for long. After just a few minutes, he was glancing down at the test and biting his lip. Oh, what the hell. It was anonymous, wasn’t it? What would the harm be?
He picked up his pen and tried his best to keep his face from heating up. He read the first question. ‘Have you ever done “it” before?’ he rolled his eyes and wrote ‘no’ in big capital letters. Of course he hadn’t. He had to be the only gay man in all of Lima.
Next question. ‘Who would you do it with? (Be honest!)’ he swallowed, ducking his head down more and glancing at the girl beside him to ensure he wasn’t being observed. She was staring glassy-eyed at the teacher, so he looked back down to the quiz, hunching down protectively over the paper. Biting his lip, he wrote ‘Blaine Anderson’ in his neat cursive print.
Unable to help himself, he chanced a glance over to said boy. Oh, god, was he gorgeous. Kurt would do anything to run his hands through that boy’s hair, or down his chest, or to press his lips to those beautifully thick ones…
Shaking his head to clear those thoughts, he looked down once again. The third question was asking if this person knew he wanted to do it with him, and he wrote down a large ‘NO’, complete with exclamation points and underlining. As unfortunate as it was, Blaine Anderson was completely and totally straight.
Reading the final question, Kurt felt himself flushing deeply despite his efforts to keep from doing so. It was asking what his biggest sexual fantasy was. For a moment, he considered just balling up the paper and forgetting the whole thing, but as his eyes roamed back to the top of the paper, he reminded himself that it was anonymous. Who would even get ahold of this quiz anyway?
So, with the flair for theatricality that he has, he decided to go all out. Describing everything in great detail, he began to lose track of time. It wasn’t until a pop-quiz was dropped on his desk that he realized he got so caught up in describing his fantasy, he was hard.
He had the grace to blush and turn the sex quiz over, picking the Spanish quiz up. It was simple enough, all things he’d gone over in his own time.
With ten minutes remaining in class, Mr. Shuester called for the tests to be passed to the person on the end and turned into him. Kurt collected his row’s papers and brought them up to their teacher, smiling politely. He sat back down and reached for the sex quiz in the corner of-
Wait. He knew he’d put it there. Or had he put it in his backpack? Beginning to panic, he began tearing apart his backpack. Nothing. Or maybe his binder? Again, nothing.Sitting tense in his seat, he watched as the teacher went through the quizzes to check for names.
“Oh,” he said, gaining the class’s full attention. “It seems someone wasn’t quite paying attention in class today, were they now?” Kurt’s stomach sank at the words. Oh, god, he’d turned in the sex quiz with all the papers.
“Well,” Mr. Shuester called, sitting on the edge of his desk. “You know the rules. Any notes get read aloud, so here we go.” He paused, whether it was for dramatic effect or because he was reading the paper ahead, Kurt couldn’t tell.
“Sex quiz,” their instructor began, causing a few giggles to erupt from the front of the room. “Question one, have you ever done ‘it’?” He smirked, causing some students to laugh outright. “No, is the answer. Two, who do you want to do it with? And three, do they know?” He paused for a moment, deliberating, and Kurt let a brief bit of hope swell up that Mr. Shuester would decide it was inappropriate and just throw it out.
His hopes were crushed, however, when he shifted a bit uncomfortably and answered, “Blaine Anderson, and NO!”
Mouths hung open as everyone turned in their seats to look at Blaine, who looked just as shocked as everyone else. He flushed darkly, ducking his head and chuckling a bit, earning him swoons from a few girls.
Clearing his throat, the choir director continued, much to Kurt’s embarassment. “Last question. Biggest fantasy.” He put on another voice, a reading voice, and began: “I want to give my virginity to Blaine in a dewy meadow, with Sting playing in the background-” He was cut off by the bell. A few students groaned, wanting to hear the rest of it, while other students, namely Kurt, jumped out of their chair and rushed out into the hallway. He couldn’t even begin to describe how much he wanted to die right now.
He didn’t notice one Blaine Anderson smiling softly down at his desk, seemingly deep in thought.
“Rachel, I’m telling you! It was absolutely mortifying!” Kurt said, his voice raising in pitch as he became more frantic. His friend gave him a sympathetic look.
“At least you didn’t sign your name.” She paused, frowning a bit, “And Blaine Anderson, seriously? He’s taken. Like, really taken.”
Kurt sighed, knowing full well how taken Blaine was. He was dating a cheerio, one Brittany Pierce. Honestly, Kurt didn’t know what he saw in her. She really wasn’t that bright. To each his own, he supposed. “Believe me, I’m aware of that.” he replied. “Blaine Anderson wouldn’t notice me if I caught fire during algebra.”
Rachel gave him a sympathetic smile and linked arms with him. “Come on, I’ll walk you to lunch and you can continue telling me all about how horrible it was.”
YES WELL LIKE I SAID NOT PROOFREAD I NEED TO GET BACK TO MY OWN ALGEBRA BEFORE I CATCH FIRE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK XOXOGOSSIPTED
I’m still not sure why people are reblogging this again all of a sudden, but I’m so happy fics are happening!
Glee AU: After getting married, Kurt and Blaine decide they want a baby and ask Rachel to be their surrogate.
"We’re not really going to name her Rachel, are we?"
"Oh hell no. Of course not."
Taking out my frustration from tonight’s episode by making crack gifs.
Inspired by this text post.
i had an uncomfortable amount of feelings and i just wanted to see blaine comforting kurt
(why would he need to do that i wonder since nothing happened since last night didn’t happen idk it is a mystery)
Chris Colfer in Vanity Fair http://www.vanityfair.com/online/oscars/2010/04/chris-colfer-wants-to-show-you-his-ass
"Chris: I’m told that a real love interest is on his way next season."
"interviewer: Is it someone on the show, or a new character?"
"Chris: A new character is what I’m told."
"interviewer: Is he going to be hot?"
Blaine | Previously Unaired Christmas
Because it had to be done