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This is the most accurate depiction I have witnessed of anything ever.
i got tired of moaning about the finale and just decided to fix it instead because i just need to see how kurt’s feeling okay okay cool
As dinner dates go (it’s not a date, it’s not a date), this one’s pretty weird. These are two completely charming lesbians, of course, but Kurt had figured Blaine would want to be alone with him. He’s a little relieved, actually. The last thing he needs is a candlelit evening alone with Blaine. He’s still reeling from everything with his dad, and he knows a few kind words, Blaine’s hand holding his, those stupid golden eyes… it would be hard to hold back. And he needs to hold back. Needs Blaine to stop doing that… that thing he keeps doing.
There’s only really one topic on everyone’s minds, though, and it seems kind of deliberate. Kurt glances at Blaine, eyes narrowed, only to see him beaming at the ladies, head tilted to the side, eyes aglow with all the talk of marriage. He can’t ignore it when Blaine does that thing, making that face again when he hears ‘we broke up twice’ and it feels like a setup, plain and simple, until he realises it’s not for him. The proposal is adorable, and it makes him feel a lot less tense, until about twenty minutes later. Jan looks at Blaine pointedly and pretty much gives everything away.
“It doesn’t matter how long it takes when you know you’ve got forever.”
i had no idea this site cost 1.1 billion i bet its because of my blog
PG, 200 words.
“Could you two please keep it the hell down?!” Santana yells through the partition.
“Oh please, like you never do it!” Kurt shouts back, rolling his eyes.
“You make it sound so awful!”
“It’s amazing and you should come too!” Blaine cuts in all the yelling.
Giving Blaine a look, Kurt whispers “I don’t think it’s such a good idea, honey,” before Santana starts complaining again.
“Over my dead body! I do have some class, not like the two of you.”
“But it’s super fun, you of all people should know!”
“Are you calling me a…” Santana emerges from behind the partition, and stares at them both in sheer shock, nearly fuming from anger.
“We’ll be as loud as we want,” Kurt declares, adding the volume of the TV and Blaine happily claps as the last commercial break finishes.
“Never again will you tell me that I think such crappy contests are fun. Never -”
“Santana, please! It’s starting,” Blaine shushes her.
“I fucking hate Eurovision,” she exclaims, stomping away with an impressive hair flip, and starts looking for some earplugs.
She doesn’t want to spend her evening listening to Kurt and Blaine singing along to some gay vampire opera dubstep, thank you very much.