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Title: All the Honesty of Politics
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers (if any): None.
Warnings (if any): None.
Word Count: ~3,000
Summary: Continuing from where we were with Following Home and These Thousand Names for Gratitude.



Somewhere a little voice in the back of Kurt's mind is screaming, Are we really having a fight about voter registration? But the fact is that they are, because Blaine's got the paperwork to change his driver's license to Massachusetts stacked on the kitchen counter and he's checked the little box to make his registration go with that, but, oh my god, his vote is so much more needed in Ohio, and Kurt tells him just that.

“But I don't live in Ohio anymore, do I?” It's petulant, in a way that Kurt isn't used to Blaine being. Although it's not like he's really surprised.

“Well,” he tries to say like this isn't a big deal about their identities and their relationship and the permanence of this whole Boston thing, “neither do I, but I'm still going to vote there.”

Blaine rolls his eyes, wrenches the refrigerator door open, briefly considers its contents, and then slams it shut again.

Kurt just raises an eyebrow.

Blaine makes an exasperated noise. “Look, if you can't leave this one alone, can you at least drop the Kurt Hummel patented innocence routine?"

“Excuse me?” Now Kurt is angry, and in a second Blaine will say something else appalling and then Kurt will destroy him. He knows this, because this is how he is made and he doesn't understand, really, how Blaine can lack the same sort of clever viciousness and yet still manage to be so cruel.

“Kurt, we live here, because my parents threw me out of my house,” Blaine is shouting. “You get talk to your family and go home for Thanksgiving. The one conversation I've had with my family since May was my dad calling to remind me to fill out the form certifying that no children live here that would require us to get window guards. So no, I don't live in Ohio anymore. And maybe you can pretend like you do or see this as temporary or whatever, but I have got to get on with things. And right now that means not carrying the evidence of my exile around in my pocket.”

“Oh, Blaine,” Kurt says, and wraps him up in his arms.

Blaine goes, willingly, and Kurt's glad, because he's still angry, even if his heart is breaking for his boyfriend, and having his sympathy be rejected would not be a good plan right now.

“You know you're welcome home with me for Thanksgiving, right?”

Blaine nods.

“And if you don't want to go, we can stay here, and you can buy me a cute apron with lots of ruffles and I can try to figure out how to cook a turkey, and it will be fine.”

Blaine gives a small, weak laugh.

“I know none of those things are what you actually want,” Kurt continues, even though it costs him a little bit to say it, because he would love for Blaine to be happy about coming home with him, “but they're what you've got. And they don't sound all bad to me. No matter where you want to vote.”

Blaine untangles himself from Kurt. “It's going to feel really fucked up for me to go home to Ohio without going home.”

“Well,” Kurt says, trying to be brave and logical and adult, since Blaine just can't. “When we get there, why don't you give your mother a call, and see if she'll meet you for coffee?”

*

“Wait, why does Blaine get to stay in Kurt's room, but --”

“Because they live together,” Burt says, cutting Finn off.

“Clearly, he saw that one coming,” Kurt murmurs to Blaine as they climb the stairs, smug and pleased with himself, because he's the one who actually has someone, and because maybe it will help Blaine to stop treating Boston as if it's just some sort of vacation Kurt is taking. School is way too hard for that to be true. So is living with Blaine, sometimes.

But Blaine rewards him with a grin and a hand low enough on his back to be just slightly inappropriate. It makes Kurt want to sing.

*

It's Carole who absolutely gloms on to Blaine right away. Kurt's a little surprised by that, because she's always been somewhat outside of this particular drama. Kurt loves her and she loves Kurt, but his big gay story started before her really, and so this whole mess with Boston and Blaine and Blaine's dad has been this thing she's half hovered outside of, quietly advocating for Kurt's independence when she can; Kurt is sure it was her who had made sure that the matter of he and Blaine staying in his old bedroom together had been resolved before they arrived. And it makes him smile when she ruffles Blaine's hair affectionately and asks him if he'd prefer waffles or eggs in the morning.

Kurt's going to have to tell her to stop, though. Because he can see Blaine's grateful. But he can also see that Blaine's shattered.

*

“What are you boys doing today?” Burt asks when they come downstairs on Wednesday morning, Blaine already showered and dressed and Kurt in pajamas and a dressing gown.

“I'm going to have coffee with my mother, actually," Blaine says.

Kurt doesn't know when that happened, but he thinks he's glad of it. Worried too. And maybe a little bit jealous. He misses his mom, in his own way, and thinks maybe he'll ask his dad if they can go out to the cemetery later.

“Do you... I mean, I know you don't need me to go with you, but....”

“I'll be fine,” Blaine says, and Kurt can tell that he's trying to be gentle, even though he isn't really.

*

In the car to the cemetery, Kurt can't help twisting his fingers in his lap, even as he's keenly aware of how much energy his father is expending not to say anything about it. Kurt always feels so young on this drive, but today he also feels like he doesn't know how to be that person anymore, and it scares him, deeply.

“How are you and Blaine doing?” his dad asks, gruffly.

“It's really hard,” Kurt says, without thinking, aghast when he realizes it's come out of his mouth and how close to tears he sounds.

“Is that you guys or college or what?”

“College, mostly. His parents. We don't know what we're doing.”

“He still make you happy though?”

“Yes,” Kurt says breathlessly, and it's such a relief, he hadn't known it until he'd said it. “This whole thing is really hard for him.”

Burt is silent a long time, and when he speaks Kurt can tell he's glad that he can keep his eyes fixed on the road instead of looking at his son.

“I like Blaine. He's a good kid. But sometimes, I look at him, and I get so angry that a lot of people are always going to be inclined to take him more seriously because he's less....”

“Flamboyant?” Kurt offers into the silence with resigned amusement.

“Honest,” his father corrects. “Than you. You're a lot stronger than him, kiddo. I know that. I think you know that. I don't think he knows that. So yeah, I bet this is hard.”

Kurt turns his head to stare out the window, schooling his features so as to disguise their giddiness. It would be hard for him to explain how glad he is to be seen. “We're working on it,” he says, the smile obvious in his voice.

*

Blaine doesn't know what he's expecting, but it's not his mother hugging him in the Lima Bean and then brushing the curls off his forehead, like she's forgotten how to be since he hasn't been around to be her son.

“I am so glad you called,” she says.

“Does Dad know you're here?” he asks, getting it out of the way.

She shakes her head.

Blaine feels annoyed that this should possibly be even more complicated than he expected, and ushers her towards a table, careful to be the gentleman he was raised to be.

“It felt weird to be in the area and not call, although I know it's sort of against the rules, but I've never really known what you've thought about any of this, and I guess I'd like to so I can get on with things.”

She gazes at him, and like she's either heard nothing or everything that he's said, asks simply, “How's Boston?”

Through the entire conversation, Blaine can't shake the feeling that she's about to start crying.

*

“How was it?” Kurt finally asks when they're in bed, his head pillowed on Blaine's chest and Blaine fidgeting absently with the sleeve of Kurt's pajamas.

“Strange. I'm glad I did it.”

“Did it resolve anything for you?” Kurt asks, more than a bit hesitantly.

“I think,” Blaine starts and then stops. “I think we learn a lot from our parents. I think... I think I have no idea what I'm doing, because they have absolutely no idea what they're doing,” he says, huffing out a slight laugh. “I don't know what's going on with them or with me and her or – I mean, I'm pretty clear on where my dad stands – but I feel like I'm going to be okay, now. Maybe.” He tightens his arms around Kurt. “And that's new. And I'm sorry you've been having to watch me flail through this whole thing of my being hurt like I never have before.”

“Does this mean you're going to keep your registration in Ohio?” Kurt asks, teasing.

“No. I'm totally bringing that shit in when we get back.”

Kurt doesn't entirely succeed in suppressing his sigh, but still manages to say, “Okay,” and actually mean it.

Blaine kisses the top of his head. “So, here's a thing. And you don't have to answer now.”

Okaaaaay,” Kurt says nervously.

“Are you going to go home for the summer?”

Kurt smiles against Blaine. “For a couple of weeks, yeah. But I know where I live. I'm hoping you're starting to get a handle on that too.”

“Yeah,” Blaine says, and Kurt can tell he's moved by the tension in his chest.

*

Thanksgiving happens in shifts. They sit down for dinner at three, Kurt smiling a little too much when his dad gives Blaine the honors of cutting the turkey and Blaine has absolutely no idea what he's doing.

Dessert and friends start showing up at five. Kurt can't believe how good it is to wrap Mercedes up in his arms, or, of all things, to see Puck when he shows up with a six-pack and a somewhat inexplicable word of congratulations for him and Blaine an hour later. Finn keeps texting Quinn, trying to get her to come over, but it's pretty clear that that's still a hot mess. In the middle of it all – as Puck calls Artie and Tina texts Blaine and Finn wonders what Santana is up to – Kurt wonders how it is his life, his house, that has somehow become the center of the world.

He's so grateful, especially when Blaine slips an arm around his waist and suggests they try to get together with the Dalton guys tomorrow, like he's actually, finally glad to be here.

“That would be fantastic,” Kurt says softly, smiling at his father and Carole who are looking on, when Blaine's phone rings, and he pulls away to answer it.

“Yeah, hang on,” he says, and hangs up, slipping away from Kurt.

Kurt watches him go out the front door, tense and strange and determined, and it's like a movie, as he greets a woman under a street lamp then steps into her arms, his head on her shoulder. She holds him awkwardly, some sort of casserole dish stranded in one hand.

None of his friends notice as Kurt steps out the front door and onto the porch.

“Blaine?”

Blaine raises his head and gestures for Kurt. “My mom decided to come by, I hope that's okay.”

All Kurt can think is Department of Not Expected and also that Blaine sounds so young.

“Of course it's okay,” he says, unsure of what to do next. “Can I take that from you?” he asks, reaching for the casserole dish.

When she laughs it's embarrassed and girlish in a way Kurt likes immediately. He's only met her once before, for a few moments after one of their competitions. Things had been particularly bad with Blaine's father then – who was somewhere between disappointed his son had decided to leave Dalton and relieved he wasn't going to have to put so much money into one more thing that might be fueling his son's homosexuality (consistent logic, Kurt notes, not Mr. Anderson's strong suit) – and Kurt had done his best to make himself scarce.

“It's nice to see you again,” Kurt says. “We've met before but –”

“There wasn't really an opportunity,” she finishes for him.

He smiles, relieved. “Yes. Yes, it's so good you can be here now... you can be here now? I mean... do you want to come in?” he asks, his whole body turning nervous.

“That would be lovely. I... I want to hear all about your lives. I feel like I miss so much,” she says.

It sounds so sad and awkward, even though Kurt is seriously angry that she's never really stood up for Blaine against his father, that he can't help but try to smooth it over. “We do grow up so fast,” he says, and cringes when it sounds bitchier than he intends.

In the light of the living room, as they introduce her to his father and Carole, he can see how much she and Blaine resemble each other. Her hair is straightened, expensively – Kurt would know a $600, imported-from-Japan process anywhere – but it frizzes slightly at the roots, and in its natural state, he guesses it's like Blaine's. Their cheeks are the same, and the shape of their brow bones and lips. Kurt finds it eerie and beautiful and feels sad that he cannot divulge these same sort of mysteries to Blaine because his own mother is dead.

Everyone's talking at once, but Kurt feels like he can't hear anything. He can only see his father staring curiously at this woman and Carole with a hand on his arm in case he gets angry and his friends and step-brother in a heap on the sofa, still too loud, but watching now, like they understand something important is happening. And Blaine, Blaine who looks like he can breathe because his mother's hand is on his back.

Kurt looks down at the casserole dish he's holding and announces to no one in particular that it's blueberry crumble.

*

It's Rachel Berry who saves them. Rachel who walks up to the Hummels' front door and just wanders in because Kurt and Blaine have stupidly left it open and announces her presence like she's the most important event in the room. It's ridiculous. It's exactly why Kurt often can't stand her, but right at that moment, he adores her more than anything and anyone that has ever graced this world. He slides the casserole dish onto the table that's still covered in left-overs and flings himself at her, squeezing her tight.

“I love you, Rachel Berry,” he whispers in her ear.

She laughs and squeezes him back. “And I love you, Kurt Hummel,” she shouts.

Every spell in the room is broken. Blaine throws his head back and laughs, before detaching from his mother's side and reaching out to reel Kurt in.

Kurt twists to face him and bounces on his toes. “Tell me you're happy,” he says.

Blaine kisses him and leans their foreheads together. It's answer enough.

*

That night, when the kitchen's been cleaned and everyone's gone home and Blaine's mother has promised to call, soon, before they head back to school, Kurt marvels at how really strange the world can be, as he lies in the bed he grew up in, Blaine hovering over him.

He'd first slept beside Blaine here, not even that long ago, even if it was because Blaine was drunk and had kissed Rachel (of all people, really). Kurt had been terrified then, and yet was so oddly glad now that all that had happened.

Blaine presses a finger up inside him. It's new, and, like everything else lately, strange. It hurts – like Boston, like love, like family – but not enough to stop. Kurt doesn't really care if the analogy is inappropriate, although he does feel a little bad about how his mind is wandering.

Certainly, it doesn't escape Blaine's notice. “Still with me?” he asks, voice fond.

Kurt nods, dazed.

“Is this working for you?”

Kurt spreads his legs a little wider, and tilts his head back further so that his chin nearly points at the ceiling.

“I haven't... decided... yet,” he says between strained breaths. “But... I like that, that you're doing it.”

Blaine smiles and leans up to kiss Kurt's throat.

“Don't stop,” Kurt adds. “I won't break.”

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Date: 2011-03-26 07:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] setissma.livejournal.com
Just to give you a heads up, there's an open ended italics tag toward the middle! <3

Date: 2011-03-26 07:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Found it. (there were two, dammit!) Thank you!

Date: 2011-03-26 07:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mon-st.livejournal.com
I am loving the series in general, but there's something about the awkward, tentative but so desperate and real attempts of Blaine and his mom to reconnect that just rang especially true in this part. So so sad and genuine. And I loved Burt pointing out that Kurt is the stronger of the two- because he really, really is, and I've always loved that about him as a character, and it's why the ship just works so well for me.

Date: 2011-03-27 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you so much. Blaine's in a lot of pain in these stories, but I think this was the first time it was able to be overt in any way, which I think let him and the reader (and me!) have some relief.

Date: 2011-03-26 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eumelia.livejournal.com
Oh the squishy feelings this evokes!

Date: 2011-03-27 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Oh yay! Thank you. Am I slowly convincing you that Blaine, at least Blaine in my head, is awesome?

Date: 2011-03-26 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stultifies.livejournal.com
All of the stories in this universe are just so gorgeous!

Kurt's reasoning for keeping his voting registration in Ohio is exactly the same as mine for staying registered in my home state (I go to school in Mass as well!). When he and Blaine were arguing I was nodding along a little, Blaine, why would you change it? but when Blaine broke it made me want to cry. Stunning and realistic.

I was particularly struck by this scene:
In the light of the living room, as they introduce her to his father and Carole, he can see how much she and Blaine resemble each other. Her hair is straightened, expensively – Kurt would know a $600, imported-from-Japan process anywhere – but it frizzes slightly at the roots, and in its natural state, he guesses it's like Blaine's. Their cheeks are the same, and the shape of their brow bones and lips. Kurt finds it eerie and beautiful and feels sad that he can not divulge these same sort of mysteries to Blaine because his own mother's dead.

Everyone's talking at once, but Kurt feels like he can't hear anything. He can only see his father staring curiously at this woman and Carole with a hand on his arm in case he gets angry and his friends and step-brother in a heap on the sofa, still too loud, but watching now, like they understand something important is happening. And Blaine, Blaine who looks like he can breathe because his mother's hand is on his back.

Kurt looks down at the casserole dish he's holding and announces to no one in particular that it's blueberry crumble.


It's also really interesting how you brought in Rachel--she only took a small section of the story, but obviously she's so much more comfortable with herself and the dynamic between her and Kurt was fantastic. It caught my eye, idk.

tl;dr this is fabulous! Are you working on more?

Date: 2011-03-27 03:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thanks so much!

My partner is actually from Ohio and votes there, although other stuff has been changed to NY, and it's never really been a drama with us (because we don't do drama), but it's been interesting for me (since I've always been from here), hence my borrowing of that.

And all the parts you picked out here are my favorite parts from writing this, so I am so so so gratified by that. Thank you again!

And yup, I am working on more! I keep saying every time "there's at least two more" and yeah... there's still at least two more, but right now I feel like I could write these forever. I'm just so engaged with it, and I'm not even really sure how or why. The encouragement is very much much appreciated.

Date: 2011-03-26 08:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] laughingacademy.livejournal.com
Oh man, kickass opening line.

I vividly recall the weirdness of being in college and accepting that "home" no longer meant "my parents' house." The fact that after my freshman year my family moved from NYC to Savannah was both helpful and not -- on the one hand, I had no ties to that place aside from them, but on the other hand, it meant I had no homebase, no final retreat.

Your Burt continues to be awesome.

Spotted two typos: "...they have absolutely not idea what they're doing," and "the Hummel's front door."

Date: 2011-03-27 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you!

I didn't have that type of transition, because my family narrative was very much this requirement that I consider their house home when it hadn't been for a long time. They still try to get me to, which is really one hell of a not pleasant issue for me.

And thank you for the typo catches!

Date: 2011-03-26 08:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-spin.livejournal.com
This series is really, really fantastic. Everyone's relationships feel true and real. Great stuff!

Date: 2011-03-27 04:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!

Date: 2011-03-26 08:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tekalynn.livejournal.com
The dynamic between Blaine and his mother reminds me a bit of Quinn and her mother during parts of the series. I like the emotional complexity.

Part of moving to college and away from the family home involves the sense "where am I and where do I truly live/belong?" Everyone will answer that question differently, and voter registration definitely drives that home.

Date: 2011-03-27 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you! And yup. I'm 38 and some of that shit still feels complicated to me in terms of what is "home."

Date: 2011-03-26 08:48 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] yamx
Burt is so much my hero I cannot even tell you.

Aother wonderful story. I love that you show it's not easy, and sometimes a royal mess, and you don't make them all nice and fluffy, because they certainly aren't in canon. Least of all Kurt. :)

Date: 2011-03-27 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you! And yes, it's strange to be writing something that is aggressively fluffy but is also about all the crap that's hard.

Date: 2011-03-26 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spookykat.livejournal.com
I love that the fight really isn't about voter-registration, or Boston, or any of it. I loved the bits with his mother, and Kurt's pangs of regret that Blaine won't get to meet her. It's such a sweet fic, and the bit with Rachel I think was my favorite. He loves her and is grateful for her presence even though he can't stand her, and that rings very true for me. Anyway...excellent fic!

Date: 2011-03-27 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you so much. The Rachel thing surprised me writing it (she's a hard character for me and makes me uncomfortable as an audience member), but felt so true when I did! I'm glad it worked for you too.

Date: 2011-03-26 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neffervescent.livejournal.com
Beautiful and just on the side of heart-breaking ♥

(and as a side note: I would kill for a counter-tenor in my choir)

Date: 2011-03-27 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!

Date: 2011-03-26 09:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bethynyc.livejournal.com
Really enjoyed this, and the whole series! Thank you for writing it! I identified with "where's home" and what that means, whether it is about voting or living or where the people are that you love.

Thank you again.

Date: 2011-03-27 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you! And yeah, that home thing is a strange, strange issue in our world of paperwork.

Date: 2011-03-26 09:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiria-thurin.livejournal.com
I want to marry this verse and have its little fic babies.

SO MUCH LOVE.

Date: 2011-03-27 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!

Date: 2011-03-26 09:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nielrian.livejournal.com
Just popping in to say how much I'm adoring this collection. So dang lovely.

Date: 2011-03-27 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!

Date: 2011-03-26 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] andhopeto.livejournal.com
I really do love this 'verse. <3 And your way with words.

Date: 2011-03-27 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2011-03-26 11:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jethrien.livejournal.com
Now Kurt is angry, and in a second Blaine will say something else appalling and then Kurt will destroy him. He knows this, because this is how he is made and he doesn't understand, really, how Blaine can lack the same sort of clever viciousness and yet still manage to be so cruel.


You really nailed that one.

Date: 2011-03-27 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] colfer.livejournal.com
Yes, yes she did.

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Date: 2011-03-27 12:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rentchica88.livejournal.com
So, this whole 'verse is fantastic, particularly because I grew up in Ohio and went to school in Boston, so I feel like I'm reading about people I had class with :) (and, for the record, I kept my registration in Ohio precisely because my vote would count more there). Can't wait to read what happens next!

Date: 2011-03-27 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Ah, thank you so much! My partner is also from Ohio, and she still votes there as well, so it's a thing indeed.

There will be more soon!
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Date: 2011-03-27 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
THank you so much!

Date: 2011-03-27 12:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ssecca01.livejournal.com
Still continuing to adore this series :)

Date: 2011-03-27 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Yay, thank you!

Date: 2011-03-27 02:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] colfer.livejournal.com
Rolls around in this 'verse forever. So gorgeous.

The consistent theme of 'I/you/we don't know what I'm/you're/we're doing' is just so real. Too often in fanfic world things are too perfect. This is messy and has sharp edges. I appreciate that.

Date: 2011-03-27 04:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thanks so much! This is fluffier than I usually write (although I do write a lot of love, just not gently), so this is somewhat an odd experience. I am glad that the parts that aren't easy are managing to come through.

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Date: 2011-03-27 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alishatorn.livejournal.com
Beautiful, beatiful. I'm loving all these snippets you've been giving us. It feels so real, so honest, and your writing is among the best i've read. :)

I've also finished a couple of bits of art for this universe, which you can find over here: http://community.livejournal.com/kurt_blaine/1223728.html

Thank you so much for sharing your writing with the community!

Date: 2011-03-27 04:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I added the link to your work in the previous fic, but will have to put up a little master-list for this 'verse, since clearly there will be more, and put the think there too. It remains SO EXCITING to me that you did the art. Super fabulously gorgeous (and the sleeping one! My girlfriend's gonna be all "but that's how we sleep!" when I subject her to this (she doesn't watch Glee) when she gets home in a couple of weeks.

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Date: 2011-03-27 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heartsasmagnets.livejournal.com
Kurt looks down at the casserole dish he's holding and announces to no one in particular that it's blueberry crumble.

I don't understand why, but this line is wonderful. Perhaps the second most wonderful of the series so far.

"Blaine presses a finger up inside him. It's new, and, like everything else lately, strange. It hurts – like Boston, like love, like family – but not enough to stop."

I just....I am so in awe. This metaphor is a metaphor but it doesn't smack you in the face. It fits perfectly and just...I don't even know.

“Don't stop,” Kurt adds. “I won't break.”

TELL ME THERE WILL BE MORE! TELL ME, PLEASE.

Date: 2011-03-27 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you so much. I really love the blueberry crumble moment. It felt very sad to write. I have no idea why Rachel (who makes me so uncomfortable as an audience member) winds up saving the day, but I am so glad she did.

There will, in fact, be more! Soon probably although I have actual work to attend to tonight first.

Date: 2011-03-27 08:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hekkenfeldt.livejournal.com
I continue to be thrilled that you're in this fandom so i can read lovely fics like this~~.

Date: 2011-03-27 03:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!

Date: 2011-03-27 11:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] austengirl.livejournal.com
Wow. Am loving this series and still blown away by how finely balanced everything is: the fluff, the pain and the funny.

The ideas of home and where it is are resonating with me a lot right now. I went to college in Mass, but never considered changing my registration as Pennsylvania will always need my vote more. There's a lot of other stuff going on I won't bore you with, but yeah, it's complicated.

Thank you so much for creating this, I look forward to more whenever you have the time to write it!

Date: 2011-03-27 03:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
THank you so much! We'll see how my work today goes before I can touch this again, but I really want to.

Date: 2011-03-27 12:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regala-electra.livejournal.com
What a lovely, moving story. I love that they're fighting over real things and how Blaine is dealing and not dealing with his difficult family situation. I really like how you brought his mom into the story. Like many of the others, I thought the blueberry crumble line was so perfect.
Edited Date: 2011-03-27 12:35 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-03-27 03:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Thank you so much. I really love that damn blueberry crumble and am glad it works for you.

Date: 2011-03-27 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] etmuse.livejournal.com
The voting thing is a weird thing for me, lol. Here, students can be registered to vote both at their parents' address and their term-time address simultaneously (I had a postal vote at my parents' address, and I can definitely see Kurt doing that). But Blaine wouldn't have a choice as to where he voted - the place you live, if you only live in one place, is the place you get a vote.

(Admittedly you just reminded me that my driving licence still says I live with my parents. Really ought to fix that some day...)

Date: 2011-03-28 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rm.livejournal.com
Sure, but lots of people don't choose to update shit for all sorts of reasons, and seriously, as someone who lives with an Ohio person -- they are hardcore about the "I STILL VOTE IN OHIO." I have witnessed this many times and have had to stop having feelings about it.

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