…attempted suicide is a recurring theme among my favorite characters.  Damn.

These aren’t new pictures, but their comment “Will they be able to get Blaine’s wax figure back to the museum on time?” got me to thinking.

Blaine does look really wooden in these preview pics.  I have a new game!!!  Imagine Blaine is an inanimate object—it’s fun and easy to do!

cornflakesareglutenfree:

I’m gonna reblog this again, because, unlike RIB+6, 

I HAVEN’T FUCKING FORGOTTEN.

(via savekenny)

yvonnestrahovski:

gaylinson:

“Yup, that’s me.”

that’s so blaine omfg

#thats so blainers #its the songlist i can see #thats so blainers #all the solos go to meeeee

“Who’s that boy?  Who’s that boy?”  

“Shut up, Jess!  You’re hogging my solo!”

(via thecoolestpirate)

As David drove along the highway, Kurt glared at every passing thing.

“And where does he get off on telling me Blaine’s been lying?  I think he’s just trying to stir the pot, but every time he says that I get to wondering.  And when I even wonder such things, then I’m trusting Blaine less—regardless of what he has or has not done—and then Sebastian still wins.  It’s just so infuriating!”

David looked up at Kurt sympathetically before turning his gaze back to the road.  Kurt frowned back before looking out the window.  A charged silence fell over the truck and the two boys just sat: David absorbed in his driving and Kurt directing his attention outside of the truck.

Finally, after several minutes, Kurt spoke hesitantly, “Do you think Sebastian’s right?  Am I just being purposefully naive here?”

“Kurt, I’m not qualified to answer that.  I may know Sebastian and rumors of him decently well, but I don’t know Blaine.”

“But, if you had to guess based on that.”

“Then I would trust Blaine.”

Kurt looked away from the window, eyebrows raised.  He wasn’t quite sure what he had been expecting to hear but it certainly wasn’t that.

David took a moment to collect his thoughts before clarifying.

“Look, Kurt, when someone you like gets a boyfriend, you can approach it a few ways.  One of which is to view that person as an obstacle or a threat and do everything in your power to undermine them.  Or, if you really like the person, then you can assume that the boyfriend is a generally good human being who wouldn’t break that person’s heart, no matter what.  I think Blaine does some stupid things sometimes, but that he’s a good person who loves you, Kurt.  I have to think that, because the moment that becomes false, then I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back from punching him square in the face.”

The boys blushed, and once again, silence fell over the truck.  David quickly added: “Sorry.  I went too far,” before turning on the radio and continuing to drive.

“No.  Thank you, for the friendly advice.  It would only be going too far if we were worried about this friendship growing beyond its scope—which you have done an excellent job of controlling for months.” Kurt responded softly, “You’re right.  I should just try to focus on improving the relationship instead of weakening it with investigative work because of Prep School’s taunting.  Maybe Blaine will even want to do a duet.”

David smiled softly, eyes determined not to leave the road in front of him.  Kurt paused and cleared his throat.

“So, Dave… we’ve been on the road for an hour now.  I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t kidnap me, so don’t take this the wrong way, but where are you taking me exactly?”

“The mall.  I told you that.”

“And I assume you know you passed the mall about 50 minutes ago.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.  Trust me, I know my malls.”

“And I know how to do internet research.  And my research tells me that we’ve still got another hour to go.  So hold tight, Kurt, it’ll be worth the trip.”

Kurt grinned, trying to figure out just where David could possibly be taking him about two hours outside of Lima.  He also thought about Sebastian and Blaine, and the assumption that Blaine was a generally good person with Kurt’s interests at heart.  That was correct, wasn’t it?  Blaine—perfect, charming Blaine—was always thinking of Kurt.  Right?

Looking back over the past year, Kurt didn’t seem quite as sure as he’d hoped he’d be.

brittnylouwho:

carlathezombie:

ke-kawit:

It doesn’t matter whether we sympathize with Blaine, or not when we watch “Big Brother”. He has histrionic personality disorder and nothing can change that.

Omg he does!

oh dear jesus he has every fucking symptom

Hey!  And now I’m interested in Blaine again.  If this were actually the case, then we’d have an interesting storyline AND it would explain a lot of his erratic actions.

We’d get to see how Klaine deals with the knowledge of this disorder and we’d come to fault Blaine for his solo-grabbing a little less. 

I like.

In case you were wondering:

My headcanon is that Sebastian’s parents think he’s irresponsible with money what with all the cavorting around Paris and gay bars and whatnot.

So they let him do all of those things, provided he gets a job like any normal teen.

Sebastian works at the Lima Bean, but keeps a Dalton uniform there in case anyone who could recognize him comes in, at which point he takes his break or a lunch.  He tries to keep the disguise up both at school and with the McKinley crew that comes in for coffee all too often, and as of now, he has yet to be found out.

But he’s always there at the Lima Bean, just taking a break from his shift, for that reason.

Kurt really should have known better.

Not five minutes after he found a comfortable table in the Lima Bean and began to wait for David, Kurt heard a unmistakable, pompous voice behind him.

“9:30am on a school morning?  I’m surprised at you, gay-face.”

Kurt turned to face Sebastian, who welcomed himself to Kurt’s table with a grin.

“I thought you were turning over a new leaf or something?”  Kurt said, eyebrow arched.  ”That didn’t last long.”

“Gay-face is not an insult,” Sebastian cooed, “You have a gay face.  It’s just the truth.  And sometimes, the truth just seems unpleasant.  So, is Blaine hiding in the bathroom?  ’Cause I might just go tap my foot in the stalls if that’s the case.”

Kurt’s face scrunched, “First of all, ew.  Second, he’s informed me he wants nothing to do with you, charity or no charity.  And lastly, he’s not here, so you would just be hooking up with some random stranger if you did that.”

Sebastian shrugged, “And that’s a problem, why?  Sex is great.  I’m safe.  I don’t see a problem.  But then again, I’m not in a ‘deeply committed’ relationship to a much more attractive man who I hardly take advantage of.  So, what do I know?”

Kurt gaped.  Sebastian was just messing with him.  No matter how many conversations Blaine and he had in the past, there was no way Blaine would have ever discussed that with Sebastian.

“But, you have intrigued me.  If your pocket-sized collection of back muscles isn’t here with you, then why are you here?  Falling for my charms, gay-face?”  Sebastian winked and shot yet another stupid grin at Kurt, who was seriously wishing he had a scalding drink to throw at the smug prep-school boy.

Kurt frowned, “You really don’t know just how annoying you are, do you?  That’s really sad.  What I’m doing here is none of your business.  Go bother someone else.”

“Sebastian?  What are you doing here?”

Kurt wanted to melt into his chair as he turned around and saw David, standing innocently with two coffees, clearly unprepared for the damage the Warbler could do.  Sebastian looked back and forth between the two boys and the coffees and grinned widely.

“Oh, this is just too good.  You’re not with Blaine because you’re on a date with David.”

“We’re just friends.”  David and Kurt spoke simultaneously, before glancing at each other and blushing.  David put down the cups and joined Sebastian and Kurt at the table before continuing.

“I wasn’t expecting you, Sebastian, or I would have gotten a third cup.”

“Oh, don’t bother, this is priceless enough.  And do realize that Blaine and I still do talk, Kurt, no matter what he tells you.  So, uh, choose your words carefully.”

Kurt glared at Sebastian, before growling through his teeth, “Oh, I will.  G. T. F. O.”

Sebastian fanned himself, “Oh, my!  Such language from precious little gayface!  I do declare!!” 

Rolling his eyes, David put an arm around Sebastian, “Dude, you’re messing with my Senior Ditch Day.  Cut the crap with Kurt, or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Sebastian got up from the table, “Oh, I was leaving anyway.  I have an important phone call to make while I still only have some of the facts and can make unjustifiable claims.”  Waving at the two boys, he laughed, “Always a pleasure, Cubby and Gay-Face.”

Kurt unclenched his fists.  ”I swear, no one person is more able to get me angry…”

David laughed and raised his paper coffee cup.  ”Forget about him.  To the beginning of a clearly very eventful senior ditch day!”

Kurt tapped his cup against David’s before adding “Hear, hear!”

Neither boy noticed Sebastian shuck off his Dalton blazer and reluctantly make his way to the back of the shop, entering a room emblazoned with a large, red “Employees Only” sign.

1 new message from Dave Karofsky:

So, Carmel’s ditch day is tomorrow, and I don’t have anyone to ditch with.  Wanna go to the mall or something?  I really don’t want to be the only one in my classes.

Kurt glanced down at the text, contemplating his options.  For one, taking part in Dave’s ditch day would mean a second, unauthorized day off from school.  It would also lead to awkward questions, as Finn or Sam would undoubtedly verify his absence was in no way illness related.  Then again, Dave was reaching out to him, and that was progress.  The two had met up once every other week or so in an awkward mix between starting a friendship and getting progress reports on each other.  Though it had been months since the suicide attempt and McKinley had all but forgotten the former hockey player’s plight, Kurt couldn’t just let things go.  He promised to be David’s friend, and if that meant ditching, then so be it.

Sure.  But the mall, David?  You do realize you’ll just be tempting me to drag you into clothes stores for hours.  Are you sure you want that?

It didn’t take long for the phone to buzz in reply.

Why don’t we meet at the Lima Bean at 10, then, and play things by ear?

Kurt smirked and deftly typed out a reply.

Spontaneous.  Sounds good.  I’ll try to get an excuse, and I’ll see you then :)

Great.  

Kurt’s heart was pounding.  The chances of him being caught by anyone were astronomically high, but if he explained that it was all for David, then no one could blame him, right?  It was worth it, right?

After a troubled night’s sleep, Kurt awoke and went through his morning ritual, making sure to spend extra focus on his eyes, which were slightly puffy from the lack of sleep.  At breakfast, he nodded through Finn and Sam’s conversation about baseball and Carole shot him a sympathetic glance.  Upon arriving at the school parking lot, Kurt simply dropped Sam and Finn at the front, saying, 

“I’m gonna go try and find a space.  Oh, and remember I’m doing that important NYADA thing with Rachel today, so you’ll need to find someone else to drive you home.”

With that he waved, waited until the boys were out of sight, and drove straight to the Lima Bean.  Kurt even opened the window and let the wind whip through his hair.  There was something so different and freeing about this ditch day, which had none of the structure and large groups that had made his own feel like a field trip.  As the breeze messed with Kurt’s carefully arranged hairdo, he grinned.  This was what senior year was supposed to be: the intrigue, the magic, and the living life to the fullest ‘cause you never knew what was coming next.

“So, you transferred to Carmel, huh?”

Kurt stood in Dave Karofsky’s doorway, tapping his foot impatiently, glaring at the larger boy.

“If you join Vocal Adrenaline, I swear…” Kurt muttered.

Dave lifted his hands, pleading innocence.  ”Nah, none of the choir stuff, Kurt, you know that.  It just sucks that I can’t get on any sports teams this late.  I don’t know if I’d even want to… but… the option would be nice, you know?”

Kurt nodded, before grinning and pulling a stuffed monkey from behind his back.

“So, a bunch of the seniors flew out to Six Flags Magic Mountain in Southern California for our Senior Ditch Day, and Rachel demanded that Finn win her mountains of stuffed animals.  I may have nicked a couple for my friends, though.”

“Whoa, wait.  You went to California!?  How did the seniors even afford that?”

“I don’t know.  They gave me a ticket and told me not to ask, so I didn’t.  But anyway, take Henry.  He’s yours.”

Kurt offered the monkey to David, who held it lightly.  A slight flush came over the larger boy’s cheeks before he muttered, “Thanks, I guess…”

“Yeah, I was looking at all the animals and monkeys are kind of our thing after… well, you know.”

“I know.”

The boys both fell silent for a moment, casting their eyes to the floor.  Dave knew Kurt tried to avoid sensitive topics, that he was giving him these bimonthly visits to check up on him.  That this was the “friendship” that the two had agreed to in a hospital at a much bleaker point.  Kurt scratched the back of his head and looked up at Dave sheepishly.

“Take good care of him, alright?”  Kurt demanded before walking back to his car purposefully.  As he unlocked the door, he could hear David’s voice from behind.

“Only the best.”