“Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.”
(Source: carsonphillips)
I love that Blaine’s so old-school charming that he carries a real hanky and not just tissues.
I love that Blaine thinks Kurt won’t understand what he’s being handed and has to pantomime what the hanky is for :)
Reblogging for the ladies in the background who think they are adorable. I see you, you gpoys.
“Oh Denise, aren’t they just the sweetest little couple?”
“Remember when we were that age?”
“How could I forget? You were an absolute wreck, you cried all over your graduation gown and kept fanning it with your hand to try and dry it off when you thought no one would notice.”
“Oh, hush.”
“What? You were adorable.”
“Now you’re just making me feel old.”
“Stop that. You’re still as lovely as ever. And you don’t even need a beetle brooch.”
and now I ship two background ladies oh okay whatever
(Source: waltzy)
A few days later, Kurt gets another letter. It’s not from NYADA, but the return postmark is from New York, so he opens it with shaking fingers and far too much hope.
Dear Mr. Hummel,
I hope that the letter of rejection you received doesn’t dim that indomitable spirit I saw in your audition last month. You were, and doubtlessly still are, a fantastic singer and a strong performer.
That said, we were unable to offer admission to more than one member of your graduating class. As you no doubt know, this is my first year as Dean here at the Academy, and I had some very difficult decisions to make. I apologize that you were not our final decision, but quite frankly, Mr. Hummel: you don’t need us.
I could talk for pages about your voice, which you know is a very special thing. You have a force of personality that shines— although some dance classes may come in handy. Man cannot live on high-kicks alone.
I am certain that, if it is what you truly want, you will end up here in New York. You will be a success, with or without NYADA. When you arrive, be sure to look me up— I have connections that may prove useful to you.
Yours sincerely,
Carmen Tibideaux
For the all those lovely (and patient!) folks who requested bitty Klaine ;)
“Okay,” Gavin says and leans over Nouriel’s shoulder. “Come on, type it in.”
“But isn’t it… a bit… stalkerish?”
Gavin rolls his eyes. “It’s not like he’s going to find out. Come on.”
Nouriel bites his lips, but finally does as he’s told, and types ‘Kurt Hummel’ into Facebook’s search bar before hitting enter.
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all of these photosets are making me cry gfdfghkfjhkjhd
i’m not emotionally stable enough to be on tumblr right now
(Source: mikethatchang)
Summary: A snowstorm threatens to keep Kurt and Blaine apart over the Thanksgiving weekend.
Words: 5900
Spoilers: None
A/N: Posted the first half of this last night and now here it is in it’s entirety. This is indulgent, ridiculously fluffy, feelingy stuff. Kind of my last hurrah at living in a happy place with canon, just in case shit goes down in the finale. This really is just…indulgent.
