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love is a funny thing. you expect it to be easy. you expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies.
you expect her to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. you expect her to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. you expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans.
but that’s the thing. love isn’t a plan. it doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it. love happens; it is so incredibly messy. people around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can’t see. they can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love.
it’s inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can’t live without it. what you don’t learn is how hard love is. how much work it takes. how much of ourselves we have to put into it. how it isn’t worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it.
love isn’t them calming you down when you yell. it’s them yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. it isn’t her/him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable.
it’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet her showing up at your door the next morning anyway.
it’s not her saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. so no, it’s not her caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. it’s her standing there, admitting she’s just as scared as you are.
you have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. you’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another persons hands and said, here. do what you will. mash it into mince meat. or forget i ever handed it to you. as long as you have it.
it makes us crazy. it makes reality invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn’t cross. because love isn’t about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future.
it’s about scaring the shit out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway.
because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it.
and it’s a hell of a lot better, than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of a difference between feeling ‘happy’ and feeling whole.
Pairing: Chris Colfer/Darren Criss
Word Count: around 1k
Sort of loosely based around comments Chris made in that AE interview earlier, though it has absolutely nothing to do with klaine.
Anonymous prompted: I really really want a fic where it’s Kurt who cheats and not Blaine, can you make that happen, please?
“No no no, this is cheating, Kurt — ” Blaine says and grabs for Kurt’s arm when he tries to get away.
“It’s not! Blaine, seriously, I wasn’t — let go of me!” Kurt says, voice getting defensive as he squirms and tries to get out of Blaine’s hold, only to have Blaine tightening his grip on Kurt’s wrist.
I finally found you
My missing puzzle piece
Halloween festivities included an epic scavenger hunt & lot’s of Looney Tunes.
Things found on the back seat window of a navigator in lima, ohio (aka my car shut up i was bored) #klaine
Their breathing is still to heavy and Blaine feels himself rise and fall as he rests on top of Kurt’s chest, feeling the bare skin where the shirt is haphazardly opened. Kurt’s hand is still clutching the back of Blaine’s shirt too tightly but neither one of them quite want to let go just yet.
“We should probably move,” whispers Kurt, his voice slightly raspy and parched.
“But it’s so comfy,” mumbles Blaine into Kurt’s shirt. Really, it is getting a little too hot now that they’re not distracted by each other’s mouths. The back of Kurt’s car probably wasn’t the best place to get carried away, yet they had gone falling into the rear passenger door without real thought.
Kurt huffs out an adorable, slightly annoyed breath, but he doesn’t say anything.
Blaine does decide to shift a little, moving off of Kurt’s body and slipping between him and the back of the seat. He brings himself up slightly, resting his weight on his arm to look down at Kurt. He smiles then looks up - laughing softly.
“What?” asks Kurt.
“We - well - I think we just became one of those teenage cliches.” Blaine is pointing to the windows and Kurt cranes his neck and -
“Oh my god,” says Kurt, collapsing on his back again and his arm falls across his eyes. “We actually fogged up the windows.”
“I’m not really that surprised,” muses Blaine. “With what we just did…”
“Oh god, shut up Blaine.”
“I think it’s funny,” says Blaine. He reaches up and pulls his finger down the smooth surface. Then again and again. “And hey, now it’s cute.”
Kurt lifts his arm to look again. He giggles as he takes in the heart and initials. “You - Blaine.”
Blaine leans down and presses a kiss to Kurt’s forehead. “Now we should probably get up - before curfew and all.”
“Yeah,” says Kurt, looking away from the heart. “We should.”
On the first day back from summer break Sebastian spots Kurt Hummel, the guy from his one night stand a week earlier; the same guy he can’t seem to get out of his head. Thinking Kurt’s a new student, he plans on seducing him for another go. Turns out Kurt is less “new student” and more “new teacher”