So much to live for. So much to die for.

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MY HEART ;A;

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bethmai:

So this is my life summed up in a nice little chart.

Hell yes!

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Darren Criss at the Garage, July 6th (evening show). MORE HERE.

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slytherin-morals:

Okay. Deep breaths. I am probably the only person in history who is putting her porner virginity on the dashes of over 3,000 people, but here goes nothing. Here are parts one two three four five six seven and eight.

One of the many problems with dating a boy in reform school is that Kurt only ever really got to see him within the school.

The second problem was that Blaine was never going to say “no.” Blaine was going to keep pushing Kurt’s boundaries, which was…problematic when they were in a school.

Most of the time, Kurt was able to say no, when Blaine’s hands started moving south and breathing grew heavier.

But today they were in an empty classroom, and Kurt found himself guiding Blaine’s hands lower, rather than higher, and deepening their kisses rather than breaking away.

Blaine seemed to enjoy this turn of events, and enthusiastically went to work on Kurt’s neck, kissing down to his collarbone, and then dropping to his knees as his mouth went even lower.

He looked up at Kurt, waiting for the boy to signal him to stop, but the boy was looking down at him, eyes dark. He moved his hand to Blaine’s hair, tentatively running a hand through it. Blaine felt a heat coiling in his stomach, and tugged at Kurt’s pants, which came off easily.

Kurt, looking self-conscious, made as if to cover up, but Blaine stopped him. “No…don’t.” He kissed up Kurt’s thigh.

Kurt made a small noise that went straight to Blaine’s cock, and Blaine smirked, taking Kurt into his mouth. Kurt groaned.

The feel of the warm metal of Blaine’s tongue piercing against his skin made Kurt’s knees go weak, and he grabbed onto the desk behind him. Blaine smiled, dragging his tongue from the base of Kurt’s cock to the tip, and back down. The other boy shuddered.

“Blaine,” he groaned out.

Blaine smiled, moving back so he wasn’t touching Kurt at all. “Yes?”

“Don’t stop,” he ground out.

And then Blaine took him all the way into his mouth, and Kurt couldn’t even be bothered to stifle the moans as Blaine worked his mouth up and down. “Blaine, Blaine—oh, fuck, Blaine. You should—”

But Blaine kept going, and Kurt let go. Blaine swallowed all of Kurt’s come, smirking and licking his lips. He stood up, kissing Kurt hard.

“You’re amazing,” breathed Kurt into his ear.

“Oh, I know. Maybe next time you can return the favor,” whispered Blaine.

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slytherin-morals:

So, are you sick of these yet, Tumblr? TOO BAD. For those of you keeping score at home, this is part eight. If you want the other parts…one two three four five six and seven.

As much as he loved his friends, it was kind of nice to not have to deal with them for a couple hours every week, so he was secretly relieved when no one offered to come with him. He stepped through the doors of Dalton Academy, smiling at the secretary, who waved him through.

He arrived in the huge basement area where the boys usually hung out and where Miss Richards was usually located to tell him what to do, but there was none of the chaos he had come to expect from the Dalton boys. In fact, there were very few Dalton boys present.

“Miss Richards?” he said.

“Oh, Kurt…I should have told you last week. It’s parents’ day, so most of the students are with their parents.” She looked apologetic. “You can probably go home…”

Kurt had stopped paying attention to her as an angry boy stalked up the stairs to his right. Blaine looked down, catching Kurt’s eye, and paused, before continuing up the stairs.

Kurt tuned back into what Miss Richards was saying. “Oh, it’s not problem. I’ll just…go…” He ran for the stairs, following Blaine.

He heard crashes coming from an empty classroom, and entered warily. “Blaine?”

The shorter boy stood in the middle of several overturned desks, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?”

“Do I look fucking okay?” growled the other boy, turning to face him. He moved forward between the desks, striding towards Kurt, until Kurt was backed up to a desk and Blaine was way too close.

“Blaine—” started Kurt, hands against the desk behind him.

The anger suddenly left Blaine’s eyes, replaced by deadness. The spark that seemed omnipresent in Blaine was gone, and Kurt felt a sudden desire to hug the other boy.

“Blaine…is this about parents’ day?”

Blaine smiled bitterly. “Father dearest wanted to know if reform school had turned me straight yet.”

“What?”

“And it doesn’t matter because I can’t stop thinking about—” Blaine’s mouth clamped shut, and he moved back from Kurt like he’d been burnt.

“Can’t stop thinking about what?” asked Kurt, following him forward.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Blaine exploded, and suddenly the spark was back in his eyes.

“Well,” said Kurt, voice a lot braver than he felt. “Maybe we should kiss. You never know, maybe that’s all you need to straighten you out.”

Blaine glared at him. “You’re not funny.”

Kurt moved closer. And closer. “Who says I was joking?” He breathed, inches away from Blaine. Suddenly, the other boy moved and their lips met.

They broke apart, Kurt moving back. “So?” he said, in a teasing voice. “Are you straight now?”

Blaine smirked. “Oh, totally.” He stepped closer, grinning. “Completely—” Step. “—totally—” Step. “—100%—” He was a foot away from Kurt. “—straight.” He backed Kurt up against the desk. “No spark at all,” he breathed in Kurt’s ear, and nipped at his earlobe.

Are you trying to fucking kill me? more more more moremoremore!

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