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

(via smythehummels)

The Hummel-Anderson Family : Kurt, Blaine and their son Toronto

(via embrace-is-love)

evarren:

jellyfilledcondoms:

He had spent the entirety of his afterlife following around Kurt Hummel. He had this red string wound around his fingers and hand, and when he had woken up in the big white room, his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had followed it to the other end - which was wrapped around the wrist of the thin boy. Kurt seemed to be oblivious to it, and to Blaine, which confused him. It wasn’t until a kind woman with eyes that looked exactly like Kurt’s tapped him on the shoulder and explained his situation.

Blaine was meant for Kurt. They were meant to meet and fall in love, and fight and separate and then find their way to each other again, fall in love again, grow old together. They were supposed to, had Blaine survived the car crash. Blaine was a ghost, and was now able to see the red string of fate - but he was unable to do anything about it. He would be forced to watch the love of his old life suffer, and he couldn’t stop anything. 

Please, just see me, he begged, reaching out and trying to touch Kurt’s shoulder, his fingers brushing through and managing nothing. He had been trying so hard, for what felt like years, to just get through to Kurt. He was in love with this boy who couldn’t even see him, who had no idea he existed, who hurt everyday and had no idea that somebody loved him. It pained Blaine to follow Kurt around, to hear the taunts, to see him getting pushed around and slammed and hit and to see him cry when he thought no one was looking, and know that he couldn’t do anything about it. He would sit next to Kurt, reaching out and lightly placing his hand over Kurt’s, feeling the difference between the warmth of Kurt’s hand and the coolness of his own, and wish and pray and hope and shout that things could be different. When he wasn’t with Kurt, he was crying into the shoulder of the kind woman who looked so much like Kurt, who understood what it was like to watch someone in pain and not be able to do something about it. She too wore a red string around her wrist, and seemed to be highly sympathetic to Blaine’s plight.

One night while Blaine had nothing to do but wait (and wait he did), the woman appeared, taking Blaine’s hand and leading him down a hallway, their red strings getting shorter and shorter as they moved towards a house Blaine knew well - the Hummel home. He was confused, but he followed her, until she stood in the living room, in front of the couch, where Kurt was tucking a blanket around his father. The woman lifted her wrist, and Blaine followed the string across the room, where the other end was wrapped around Burt’s wrist.

I know it’s difficult to watch him in pain, she said softly, her eyes on her husband. But it’s worth it to see him smile. She turned, her eyes landing on Blaine. It will get better. I promise. Blaine looked across the room, his eyes resting on the lithe form of the boy who held the other end of his string, and he hoped that the woman was right.

s t o p omg im crying

Just bringing this back, because oh god the TEARS

I love ghost!Blaine sfm 

(via evarrenarchive)

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.

(via kindymaling)