Part Fifteen of the blangstpromptoftheday mpreg fic.
No songs in this chapter. We’re getting closer to the end though. I figure there will be almost 20 chapters in all. Maybe. That’s the max. I am NOT going past twenty lol. 11,000+ words with this one. Enjoy.
Also, for the sake of my brain, in the 2014 flashbacks after Kurt’s b-day, Kurt is 21 and Blaine’s still 19. I know Blaine was all mysterious, older, dashing Blaine Warbler in Glee S2, but then they de-aged him and blah so I’m gonna stick him with a December ‘94 b-day and that’s that. Okay? Okay. So when anyone mentions Blaine having Landon when he was 19, he was. There we go.
This fic is on FF.net too.
"I should’ve hit him."
The street whizzed by as Kurt sped down the road in Blaine’s car, his fingers gripping the steering wheel in a white knuckled embrace as he drove them both back to Blaine’s apartment. The interior of the car was mostly dark except for the illuminating glow of the dashboard, but even in the tinny darkness, Blaine could make out his ex’s stern expression - the way his lips were downturned and how his brows were strongly furrowed. He was pissed off, rightfully so, but it didn’t do any good get mad now, in Blaine’s opinion. The fight was over, Alex was gone, and they were on their way home.
"God, I should’ve punched him in the face as soon as he started talking. Why didn’t I hit him?"
Kurt continued to mutter to himself, his foot pressing down on the gas pedal like a lead weight as they zipped through the eerily quiet backroads that led them towards Blaine’s neighborhood. If he kept driving like that, they were likely to be pulled over and ticketed and Blaine really didn’t have the means to pay for a hefty fine brought on by Kurt’s anger… especially now that he was out of a job. Hand twitching, he reached out and brushed his fingertips along Kurt’s wrist, resting his palm there until Kurt glanced at him. A look of revelation replaced his bitter disgust and he slowed his speed, frowning sadly at his former lover through the darkness.
"Sorry. I just got caught up in the moment-"
people sending me immature messages patronizing me and insulting me: I might actually take your hate to heart if you weren’t hiding behind anonymous. makes you even more pathetic.
There is no “wedding.” They sign the papers they need to sign and it’s a done deal and maybe they have their parents and a couple of friends but they don’t want some stupid Hollywood build up magazine spread thing. It’s not about that for them.
But, after the wedding-that-isn’t…
After, they’ll party. It’ll be a a massive fuck all party where they don’t stop until they’re all bordering on hungover, booze everywhere, music everywhere, friends everywhere. Darren will run around like the energizer bunny tasting everyone and jumping on stage and sweating a disgusting amount and giving hugs and smacky cheek kisses and every five minutes he’ll come find Chris and just stare at him like a puppy wagging it’s tail. And Chris will be flushed and happy and exhausted in the good way. He’ll get lots of ‘are you sure you know what you signed up for’ from Darren’s college friends and lots of “HAH YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME NOW” from Darren Chris will answer a different way every time, mostly sacrastic/agreeing/fondly insulting Darren but always with an ear to ear grin full of so much fucking love he can’t stand it.
At some point someone will ask about a honeymoon and Darren look look over at Chris and ask Chris where he wants to go and Chris will shout some random place back and Darren will grab his phone and buy the tickets right there and Chris will be delighted because Darren’s got a handle on spontaneity that Chris doesn’t and right now while he’s drunk Chris embraces it.
(In the morning when Darren wakes him up saying they have to pack and be at the airport in four hours, he might not so much.)
The party will wind down with friends crashed out in every guest room and spare sofa of the house and Chris will be so glad he’s got the dog and the cat staying with a friend (because yeah, he knew this would happen) and he can just drag Darren away when he’s tired. They have a fuck yeah, we got married wedding night blowjob exchange because they’re too tired and booze soaked and uncoordinated for anything more.
The last thing they’ll do before they go to sleep is grin at each other like they’re sharing some secret, like they just got away with something awesome they weren’t supposed to do.
He ran away; like an impudent child chasing after an untethered balloon. - Mozzie, with the most accurate description of Neal ever.
offensive things to call people when they’re mean to you:
- crispy nipple
- the white stringy things in bananas
- tangled umbilical cord
- nash grier
- iceberg lettuce: world’s blandest green
- watery afro
- fountain water at school that never tastes right
- voldemort’s breathing holes
darren haters are already pretty ignorant for disliking him just for the fact that they hate his character, but throwing around and trivializing rape and assault and abuse just makes them disgusting as well. I don’t know why I still allow myself to get worked up over you awful bunch, but I do anyway. friendly reminder that you’re still pathetic either way, but saying the things you’re saying about serious crimes that actually happen to people, and therefore making a joke out of them, makes you unworthy of life.
Once Upon A Time
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ouat gif battle → night & day