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Kurt and Blaine have been best friends (and nothing more) since the age of six. Now 22-year-old college graduates, they take a roadtrip around the USA, visiting every state in 100 days. Fifty states. Two boys. One love story.
Day 000: Sunday 16 September, 2012
The First Step (Maine)
“So what’s our first movie going to be?”
“Has to be Forrest Gump. Has to be.”
“I think I can live with that. Alright, Anderson. One down, forty-nine to go.”
Blaine stood outside the R.V., the thumb of his left hand tracing around the patterns on his pocket watch casing, the fingers of his right absently swinging the keys back and forth. It was just after sunset and the sky was somewhere between periwinkle and cobalt. The stars hadn’t yet made their twinkling appearance, though Blaine doubted if they would even be visible through the thin layer of cirrostratus that had contained the late-September humidity since mid-morning.
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Title: One Spectacle Grander
Rating: R (NC-17 in last chapter)
Pairing: Klaine, brief mentions of Kurtana, Bram
Word Count: ~5550/~22000
Warnings: Explicit descriptions of homophobic society, violence, mentions of forced marriage
Summary: They say that a bird cannot love a fish. But who are the nameless they, to define love?
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word count: ~2,400
rating: nothing they wouldn’t be able to air on FOX
summary: Blaine struggles to deal with some crushing news and how it might reshape the future he wants. Kurt shares a little secret he’s been keeping for almost a year. Everything works out.
author’s notes: This is a lot of gratuitous headcanon about how Kurt has felt all along, why he isn’t with Adam, and what might prevent Blaine from going through with a proposal. I could call this speculation fic for the season finale, since it’s compliant with all the spoilers I’ve read, but I don’t honestly think there’s a chance in hell of anything like this happening. At least we have a few days left to dream.
Blaine noses feebly at Kurt’s sharp collarbone, presses his damp face into the long curve of Kurt’s throat, and tries to compose himself enough to speak.
No. Just…no. I can’t- I- but the thing is…
*cries in a heap*
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